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[sv3t1ana]

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SYNOPSIS ᯓ A Bonnie and Clyde-esque, high-stakes, multi-chapter smut romance that follows a deadly criminal duo whose intense, chaotic love becomes as dangerous as the heists they pull off. Trust forged in blood, bonds built on risk.

PAIRING ᯓ Criminal! Sukuna x Criminal! Fem. Reader

WARNINGS ᯓ Mentions of weapons (guns, knives), lock picking.

WORD COUNT ᯓ 2.5k

Chapter 2.

You don’t dream anymore, you just wake up and keep moving.

Sleeping with the only sheet you owned, the pounding in your skull a reminder of the choices you made and the people you’d pissed off. You blinked into the harsh morning light slicing through cracked blinds.

The note sat on your kitchen counter among empty bottles and wrappers. The paper itself was worn, edges curled like it was handled too many times, like too many people saw this.

It wasn’t much, just a few hastily scrawled words. The numbers, though, were clear. A price.

“$450,000. Steal documents from the motel room”

And then the address, bold enough to almost seem like an invitation. There weren’t any names, no specifics. Just a job. The kind you were used to. The kind of job that kept your pulse steady, adrenaline high, and mind in constant motion.

The thought of nearly five hundred grand burned into your mind like a branding iron, enough to make you move your stiff muscles. The price was the lure, but the work was always the same. Steal, lie, get away clean. You knew how this worked.

The address was just outside the city, near the edges of nowhere. It was a motel sitting in a forgotten corner of the world, far enough from bustling streets to keep it under the radar.

It was too much money to ignore, and you weren��t in a position to turn it down.

With a deep breath, you stood up and started your routine. There was something almost meditative about this, something quiet in the way you moved while your heart picked up its pace. This was one of the most addictive parts. The planning done before a job, the methodical movements of your hands and feet as you readied your soul and mind. It was always the same at this point, controlling the chaos of your life for just a moment. It was the same every time. Steady, practiced, silent.

You pulled your bag from the floor and tossed it on the table. A small, unassuming thing. But you knew better than to leave the house unarmed and unprepared.

The kitchen was your first stop. You kneeled on the stained carpet and opened a drawer, one where most people would keep silverware. But for you, it was a place of tools tucked under half-empty bottles and a stray fork here and there. The small, metallic clink of bullets as you sift through them didn’t make you flinch anymore.

You pulled out your .38 Special revolver, the weight of it comfortable in your hand. It was a no-frills kind of gun, something reliable. You tucked it into the waistband of your jeans, where the hem of your loose jacket would keep it hidden. You sorted through the box of loose bullets, selecting the ones you knew would fit and slid them into your pockets.

Next, the knife. You tied it to your thigh under the loose fabric of your pants. The sheath was worn, leather handle scratched from too many close calls. Its sharp presence against your body a reminder of what you were capable of.

The city bus wasn’t far. You needed the fare, though, so you began scrounging through loose change that scattered across the trailer. Pennies, dimes, nickles you didn’t bother counting. A quarter wedged between the cracks of the couch cushions, pocketing it as the jingle of coins accompanied you on your search for more. Two dollars and ninety-five cents. Enough to get you to the edge of nowhere.

The bus ride would take an hour, maybe more. You didn’t expect the ride to be comfortable, but it was too late for it to matter. It was time to think, time to plan and wait. You checked the time on your cracked phone. No missed calls, no missed texts. It was just you and the job awaiting you, the creeping suspicion that came along with every job no matter the stakes.

You pulled your jacket tighter around your shoulders as you left, the air biting at your skin as the door slammed shut behind you. The streets were empty, save for the occasional shadow of someone else hustling just like you. This was the part when tunnel vision began settling in, narrowing your mind to focus on one thing only, drowning out chatter and people begging for money as you made your way to the stop.

The bus smelled like old leather, the engine grumbling beneath your feet as it hummed along the cracked roads that separated the city. You pulled yourself into the back, wedging yourself into the corner where the seats were most neglected, where it was easy to disappear. Not looking anyone in the eyes, you kept your head low, pretending to be just another ghost.

The dull hum of the engine mixed with the low murmur of half-awake passengers, a couple of tired workers who hadn’t gotten enough sleep. No one looked at you, no one cared. It was the perfect kind of isolation.

You dig into your pocket, crumpled dollar bills and loose change from your earlier scrounging, slapping the exact change into the driver’s hand as he took your fare. The ticket was faded, stamped with an unrecognizable logo. It didn’t matter, just another way to get from point A to point B.

A job like this didn’t come around often. It should have been an easy choice, but the hesitation Hakari showed still echoed in your head as you stare out the window, watching how the landscape blurred into an unbroken horizon of industrial wastelands. Maybe he knew something you didn’t.

Looking again at the folded slip of paper, now a winkled mess. The address, the price, the job. It was all there, but there were still too many unanswered questions. Why such a high price for a few documents? What was so important that someone was willing to throw so much money around to get them in different hands?

Your fingers trembled, the pulse in your neck quickening. It wasn’t fear. It was excitement, the kind that made your teeth clench and heart race with a sweet, biting sting of adrenaline. This was the feeling you chased. The feeling that everything could go wrong in the blink of an eye, and that was exactly why you did it.

You let out a shaky breath.

Running a finger through your hair and pulling it back into a messy ponytail, your eyes flicked back down to the note. Even though your tremble only grew, you did nothing to steady it. It was the rush, the pull of something bigger than you. Bigger than the way you spent your days counting and recounting stolen cash, walking a mile to a truck stop and back just to take a shower.

Criminals like you didn’t have room for mistakes.

And you didn’t take jobs only for the money. It wasn’t about survival anymore. Survival was only a human instinct, one that was just a matter of breathing and moving and fighting until you were too tired to do anything else. This was about reputation.

Reputation was everything in this game. The underground world was tangled with broken deals, whispered lies, and betrayals. No one trusted anyone for too long, not even the ones closest to you. People you thought you could rely on would turn their back on you as soon as it served their purpose. It didn’t matter how loyal you were. You learned that quick.

That’s why you worked alone.

The organizations were bigger than you, but they still lacked loyalty. They each had their own stakes and games to play. The big names played with politicians and made deals in the shadows. But in the end, they were just as dirty as the criminals who worked in the gutters.

It was the individuals, the lone wolves and freelancers who got shit done. No messy allegiances or obligations to anyone but yourself. No one could screw you over if you didn’t owe them anything.

If you could come out of this with the requested documents, you’d be more than just a shadow in the alleys. You’d be someone they knew, someone who walked into rooms with the kind of presence that made people wonder what they’d done to earn it. You could set your own rules, pick your next job from whoever was dumb enough to make you an offer. And the money would come easy, it always did once you had that kind of power.

The bus jerked to another stop, throwing you forward as you gripped the seat, eyes still locked on the crumpled note in your hand.

This job wasn’t just about the money.

This was your chance to carve a name for yourself.

And that’s why you took it.

You had to walk a few blocks, getting turned around twice until you met the address on the paper.

The motel loomed in front of you like a forgotten relic, abandoned and decaying. The parking lot was empty, not a single car in sight. The air it oozed was thick with a scent of old asphalt and must. The dull glow from inside was accompanied with flickering lights struggling against the darkness from inside. It felt off. Like the place had been stuck in time, stuck in a moment long past, and no one cared to clean up the mess.

You took a deep breath, chest tightening at the realization that you were standing on the edge of the unknown. Something about this place, this moment, didn’t sit right. But you didn’t have time to think about it.

You took a few steps, your boots quiet on the cracked concrete, the weight of the gun a reminder that things can go sideways at any second. Your hand clenched around the strap of the bag slung across your chest, holding it tight as if grounding yourself to something familiar.

A few more steps. Another glance at the building, a nondescript eyesore that didn’t seem to fit in with the rest of the world around it.

You stopped.

Your back pressed against the cold, damp brick of the building as you let the weight of the night crush in around you. The stillness of it all hung thick. No sounds except the thrum of your heart and some distant highway. No cars or movements, just flickering lights and the feeling that you were the only one stupid enough to be here.

You grounded yourself, pulling your thoughts into focus. Room 320. You repeated it over and over, keeping yourself from drifting too far. Room 320.

Your hand dipped into your pocket for the note one last time, unfolding the paper and feeling the sharp creases of it against your fingertips. The address. The price. The room number. It was all there, and you could almost hear Hakari’s voice in your head, the same voice that gave you this job like it was nothing.

The lobby door was slightly ajar, the dull lights inside making it feel like a scene from an old film, a place where time forgot to move. You pushed the door open with your shoulder, the hinges creaking under the weight of whatever secrets it kept inside. No one behind the counter. No one to ask for keys or directions.

You closed the door as quietly as you could, your boots whispering on the old carpet. The smell of mildew hit your nose, and the air felt oppressive. It was like stepping into the past, a place that hadn’t been touched since the ‘80s, maybe longer. The faded wallpaper peeled at the corners, old brown leather chairs sagging in the corners, floors sticky underfoot.

You didn’t stop to look around, shoving the note back into your pocket and moved toward the stairs.

Room 320.

You didn’t want to waste time in a place like this, taking the steps two at a time. The third floor wasn’t much different from the rest, dark, old, forgotten. Some dirty laundry lay strewn across the hallway outside a few of the rooms, the scent of something that hadn’t been washed in weeks.

Then you heard a sound, movement from somewhere ahead.

A breath caught in your throat, and you slid your hand under your jacket, fingers wrapping around the grip of your gun. It was loaded and cocked, eyes hyper-vigilant, scanning the hallway.

You moved quietly, slowly, breath shallow and eyes wide, pupils dilated, searching for anything out of place. The soft shuffle of your shoes barely made a sound against the worn carpet, every step taken like it could be your last, anticipation a steady hum in your veins.

You reached the plaque on the door. “320.”

You set your bag down quietly, careful not to make a sound. You crouched, bringing the lock-pick from your bag. You didn’t need to look at it; your fingers knew the tools as if they were an extension of your own body. The soft click of the metal picks against the lock was sharp in the silence.

You worked the first pin loose with a smooth, practiced motion, then the second. A third. The feel of the metal slipping into place, click after click, was like music to your ears. There was no panic, just the methodical rhythm of your work. Another click, another subtle shift of the picks inside the lock.

It was almost done.

You adjusted, sliding a thinner pick into place, the tension almost unbearable as you willed yourself to stop trembling, relishing the moment, this moment, where you felt so high, intoxicated like poison entered your body with each steady inhale. Another click. Another quicken of your pulse. The lock fell open with a quiet, satisfying turn. You stood, body taut as a bowstring, eyes scanning the hallway once more.

Everything was still.

You slid the lock-pick away while bringing your gun up in one fluid motion, twisting the knob silently. The door creaked open slowly.

When the door opened fully, your eyes immediately locked onto a figure standing in the dimly lit room. A tall, imposing silhouette filed the doorway, muscles rigid as he stood shirtless. His skin was tan, marked with tattoos. But it wasn’t just his stature that froze you in place, it was who it was.

Sukuna.

His piercing maroon eyes, narrowing as he surveyed you, lips pressed into a tight line, like he’d been expecting this moment for longer than you’ve been alive. Arms crossed, the smirk playing at the edges of his mouth almost too knowing.

You knew who Sukuna was. His face was plastered all over the city, in every underground alley and backstreet, with “WANTED” printed in bold, red letters beneath his image. The whispers had always been the same. He’s the one they fear. The one who doesn’t hesitate. The one who leaves nothing but carnage.

More than a player in this game, his name synonymous with death and chaos. He didn’t just kill; he made an art of it. Ruthless, callous, efficient. The stories surrounding him were legendary, hands coated in the blood of the ambitious and the innocent alike. He was untouchable.

The pink-haired man towered over you, presence utterly overwhelming. He looked at you in a way like he knew you, and that, in his world, you were just another small-time player. And that made the weight in your chest grow heavier with each passing millisecond.

You were in deep now.

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[phantompanties]

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Body Art

Relationships: incubus oc (Lucius) x chubby!fem!reader

Summary: this is a self indulgant work because I'm a girl thats a little on the chunkier side and I've suffered body dysmorphia my whole life. I hope other chubby girlies can feel comforted by this work like how it comforts me. Also this is based off that drawing I did of the chubby reader in the lingerie this is what I said i was cooking lol

Tags: mentions of toys, body writing, comfort, mentions of body dysmorphia, oral sex, vaginal sex, body art, lingerie, switch dynamics, creampie, soft ooey gooey sweetness, laughter during sex, lucius being a huge goof

Length: 3.3k words

You stirred awake from the late morning sun shining through your window, and when you woke up, you noticed quickly that Lucius wasn’t there in your face or by your side like usual. It wasn’t uncommon, sometimes you woke up and he was in another room doing chores or making a silly art piece out of popsicle sticks and a deck of cards, but when you went to look for him, he wasn’t home at all. He didn’t carry a phone, so you couldn’t call him to ask where he was. Your question was answered when you found a little note stuck to the fridge with a heart-shaped magnet. It read: “Good morning, my love! I hope you slept well. I went out grocery shopping since we’re running low on some things. I’ll be home soon! XOXO your Lucius

Ps, I’m going to buy a few gifts for the both of us as well. I hope you’ll like what I bring home =;)”

You snorted, admiring the way he drew his little smiley faces with his horns. He was such a goof. You decided to make yourself some tea and sit on the couch for when he returns.

Around half an hour later, the lock of your front door clicked open, and in ducked your boyfriend in his human disguise, carrying tons of bags in one trip. His teal eyes lit up at the sight of you sitting on the sofa and he grinned wide. “Darling! You’re awake! How was your sleep?”

You put your cup down and came over to greet him. “Hi, Luci.” you stood up on your toes and he bent down for a kiss. “I slept fine. Are these all the bags?”

“Yep. I got everything on the list and a few extra things. Oh! And our presents.” he says the last part with a sing-song voice and holds up a pretty sizable black bag.

“Ooh, it’s heavy,” you say, weighing the bag in your hands. “What’d you get?”

“Patience, darling,” he says, putting all of the bags on the floor. “Let’s get all of this in the kitchen before we go through our spoils.”

You giggled. “Okay.”

After putting all of the groceries away, Lucius, now in his true form, excitedly led you to the living room with the black bag.

“Okay, so, context… you know when you said you wished you had some more toys the other night?”

“Is this whole bag filled with sex toys?” you ask, mouth agape.

“Yes! I picked out things especially for both you and me to use together!” he says with practically heart-shaped eyes. I got all of that and something extra special for you! Open it up!”

You pulled the bag closer to you, opening it up and pulling things out one by one. There was a small selection of dildos varying from reasonably sized to downright monstrous—he assured you that those were mostly for him unless you wanted to work towards using them one day—a couple of vibrating plugs, a rabbit vibrator—to which he said “the best for my bunny”—fuzzy handcuffs, a heart-shaped spanking paddle, a hank of black silk rope, a multi-coloured pack of skin safe graffiti markers for body writing, and most surprisingly, a strap-on. You blushed at this. “A strap?” you asked him.

“I did say I bought things for both of us.” he giggles, kissing your cheek.

You giggled, flustered. “O-oh, okay… gosh, so many new things to try…”

“And that’s not even the best part!” Lucius exclaims, looking like he was so excited he could explode. He pulled out a sleek box from a bag, handing it to you like it was Christmas morning.

You opened the box and gasped at what dwelled inside. It was a set of leather lingerie adorned with a zipper on the bra and the crotch of the panties with lace along the trim of both, leather thigh garters, and to top it off, a black leather collar with a big metal ring attached.

Lucius looked like hearts could pop out of his head. “Do you like it? When I saw it I immediately thought of how adorable you’d look! I might be biased because of my love of leather, but ahh, I can’t help it!”

“It’s beautiful Lucius, thank you…” you say, holding up the bra.

“My favourite part are the zippers.” he giggles, hugging you and swaying side to side. “It means I can ravage you without needing to take anything off! They’re so perfect…”

You flushed at the sinful thought of him unzipping the panties and taking you with them still on.

“Darling…” Lucius purrs.

“What?” you ask.

Lucius gave his best set of puppy eyes, clasping his hands to beg. “I really want to see you wearing them… pretty please? I’ll do whatever you want for a whole year…”

You snorted. “You don’t have to beg so much for that, Lucius, you goof. I’ll go change right now.”

The way the demon’s eyes lit up in such childlike joy made you wonder if he was suddenly ascending to heaven. You kissed him, called him a goober and took the box to your bedroom so you could do a grand reveal.

Once you had the door closed, you put the box on the bed and stripped. Once nude, you slipped on the panties, hooked on the thigh garters and their straps, then fitted your arms in the arm holes of the bra, zipping it up. Finally, you put the collar on, adjusting the big metal ring in front. At this point, you knew you were supposed to feel cute, but you couldn’t help but feel a little too exposed. Like, yeah, it’s lingerie, it’s supposed to be revealing… but the way it hugged your hips and squished your love handles felt… weird. 

You looked into your tall mirror, trying to pinpoint where you felt wrong. Your eyes immediately went down to your belly and you frowned. To you, it looked like a busted can of biscuit dough spilling from a leather case. You pinched at the pudge that was being squished by the tight garment, lip wobbling as you felt so wrong. Your thighs in their garters looked like they were being squeezed to death, even though they weren’t that tight, and you couldn’t help but think the collar did nothing more than highlight the fat on your face. Your face fell when you realized that you hated how you looked in this garment and it made you feel terrible because Lucius was so excited…

A knock on the door jolted you from your thoughts. “Darling, are you alright in there? Are you having trouble putting it on? I can help you!” he says with that teasing lilt. You couldn’t help the sad whimper that escaped your lips, and Lucius’s voice immediately softened. “Darling? Can I come in?”

“Y-yeah…” you sniff, trying to hold in the tears.

When Lucius opened the door, he gasped, his face immediately erupting in a blue blush. “Oh, Asmodeus… you’re so-!”

“Hideous…” you finished for him.

He stopped in his tracks, eyebrows furrowing in worry. “What? No, sweetheart… I was going to say gorgeous! What’s wrong, my love? Do you not like the set?”

“N-no they’re fine… I just… I don’t like how I look… wearing them…” you mutter, looking back at your reflection. 

“Oh, darling, darling, darling…” he says, walking over to you and wrapping his long arms around you. “I think you look fantastic… I’m practically salivating over here! What’s the matter?”

“Don’t I look too… big?” you ask.

“Oh, my love, don’t say things like that!” He says, gently grasping your chin and having you look at him. “You’re perfectly fine the way you are! You look so damn delicious that I’m going crazy trying to hold myself back!”

“Are you sure…?” you mumble.

“I’m one thousand percent sure. And if you’re having trouble seeing what I see from my words, then I’ll just have to show you through actions.”

Lucius’s pierced lips ghosted over yours as his large fingers intertwined with yours. “May I kiss you, darling? May I show you how beautiful you are to me?”

“Yes…” you breathed.

Lucius closed the gap, kissing you sweetly and passionately as his hands roamed down your creamy skin. His blue tongue invaded your mouth, and you sighed as one of his roaming hands groped your leather-bound breast. Gently, he guided you to your shared bed, laying you down and leaning on top of you. 

“My beautiful, soft master…” he sighed, still groping your breast and kissing your neck. “So sweet and wonderful to cuddle… like a sweet teddy bear…”

You bit your lip as Lucius unzipped your bra, revealing one of your nipples, licking around it and popping it into his mouth. You moaned as he softly tugged the hardening bud between his teeth and he grinned. “Does that feel good, bunny?” 

“Y-yeah…” you sigh.

“Mmmh… good… I love it when you feel good… so delicious…” Lucius revealed your other nipple, giving it the same amount of attention. “Oh, so sensitive… I love your soft chest, bunny… it makes such a nice pillow…”

His fingers trailed up and down your skin. “You’d look so good with tattoos like mine, darling… I’d trace them all day long…”

Lucius suddenly looked like a lightbulb went off in his mind. “One moment. Sorry, darling. I’ll be right back.” he gave you a quick kiss on the lips, rushing out of the bedroom, then right back in holding the pack of graffiti markers he’d purchased. “This is perfect!” he exclaims, rejoining you on the bed.

“Are you gonna draw tattoos on me?” you ask, watching him carefully open the plastic packaging.

“Better.” he giggles. “I’m gonna write everything I love about you all over you. Don’t worry, it’s washable.”

You smiled as he showed you the selection. “What colour would you like, darling? We have… magenta, dark red, black, dark blue, and purple. I'm partial to the blue, personally, but the purple doesn’t look bad either…”

“I like the purple,” you say, picking it out of the package.

“Yeah, purple? Good choice, darling… purple will look so good on you.”

Lucius put the rest of the markers aside, plucking the purple one from your fingers and undoing the cap.

“Let’s see here… where to start…” he says, giggling with anticipation.

Lucius started with your breasts, writing “soft” on one, and “squishy” on the other. His eyes lit up with joy as he fully unzipped your bra, opening it to reveal them fully, he then took the marker and drew hearts around your nipples. “I once knew a succubus with heart tattoos like this on her boobs. Honestly, it’s so cute. We should get you permanent ones.”

“On my nipples? That’d hurt so bad,” you say.

“Oh, true.” Lucius giggles. “Your nipples are so sensitive after all… maybe it’s better to stick with temporary.”

Lucius moved up onto your chest, drawing a heart organ over where your real heart would be located. Over it, he wrote: “The sweetest of hearts.”

“I didn’t know you were an artist,” you say as you look down at it.

“I’ve had plenty of years to practice.” he winks.

Moving down, he wrote “Cutie pie” on your tummy, along with “so huggable” and “gorgeous” with many hearts around them. He traced your love handles, writing “handle” on the left and “bars” on the right. You snorted as he wiggled his eyebrows at you. When he got to your womb area, he tapped the end of the marker to his lips, trying to think of something good to write. He eventually had an idea, writing something surrounded by hearts with an arrow underneath pointing to your pussy. It took a second to read it upside-down, but when you realized, you looked up at him incredulously. “Lucius’s love tunnel???” you question, laughing.

“I was hoping you’d laugh,” he says, swooning. “I love your laugh so much, darling.”

You flushed as he spread your plump thighs and licked his lips. “Oh, you have no idea how tantalizing the thought of unzipping these panties and shoving my face in there is… but no, I must write more.”

You whined. “But I want you to shove your face in there…”

“Patience, darling… I have more messages to decorate your skin.”

On both of your inner thighs, Lucius wrote “Place ears here”. Around the garters, he drew hearts and wrote “Biteable” and “so soft”.

“I can sense you’re aroused, bunny. Are my messages making you feel good? Asmodeus, you look so beautiful with markings… I’m drooling…”

“Lucius…” you whine. “I need you…”

“Just one more, my love, and I’ll give you everything you want and more.” His demonic eyes looked around for a large blank space for this last message, choosing one around your shoulder to write a big “I love you” with a bunch of hearts. You melted at this and you looked up at him with your sweet eyes. “I love you too Lucius… now take me already!”

Lucius capped the marker, throwing it to some corner of the room. “As you wish, master.” he purrs, he kisses down from your neck to your breasts, to your tummy—taking extra care to kiss and nibble there— then finally, FINALLY reaching your panties, unzipping the garment with his teeth and spreading your legs wide. He licked his now purple-smudged lips and dove in. You sobbed into the air, grabbing his horns as he licked, slurped, and sucked on your delicious clit. His tattoos glowed brightly as he siphoned that sweet lust from you, moaning and whining into your pussy. He slipped that long, pierced tongue into your drooling hole, flicking it and curling his prehensile muscle like a tentacle as he looked up into your watery eyes. Fuck, the view of you watching him eat your pussy made him throb, and he ground his bulge into the bed to soothe the ache of his cock. You bucked your hips and wailed. Fuck he felt so goddamn good. You couldn’t take much longer. When he licked a long stripe up your folds and kissed your clit, you came hard, and he rushed to lick up that sweet sweet nectar. He withdrew his long tongue into his mouth, groaning and biting his lip. “Oh, my love… my sweet girl… your love tunnel tastes so good…”

You snorted, playfully smacking his chest. “Don’t call it that! You’re so embarrassing!”

“Aww come on, you love it! You’re laughing!”

The two of you giggled, and he crawled back up to kiss you. The two of you made out for a moment before you pulled off and looked him in his eyes. “I wanna suck it,” you say, grinning.

“Oh? Isn’t this supposed to be me making you feel good?” he teases.

“Pleeeeaaase?” you whine. I want it so bad…”

Lucius giggled as he pecked your lips. “Who am I to deny my master what she wants?”

Lucius moved off of you so you could move, and you both swapped positions so he leaned against the headboard. You started at his lips, kissing them sweetly and passionately. Slowly, you moved down, kissing his neck and chest, tracing his tattoos with your tongue. You went over to one of his pierced nipples, licking and kissing the pert bud. Lucius sighed, intertwining your fingers. “You make me crazy, darling… mmf…”

You smirked as you continued to kiss and lick down, unzipping his jeans and letting his cock spring free. Lucius aided you in taking his pants off, and you took his hard cock in your hand, stroking it up and down slowly. “Fuck, you’re so hard…” you say, admiring the blue tip that wept with precum. “You must be aching…”

“Mmmhn… I am, darling… fuck, the way you stroke me like that is so nice…”

“Yeah? Do you like it when I do this?” you as softly as you run your thumb along his sensitive tip. The demon shuddered. “Mmngh… yes, sweetheart…” he rolled his head back. “I love your soft hands…”

You dipped your head and gave him a nice long lick up the underside of his shaft, paying special attention to his piercings. Sweet lord the whine and full-body shiver that left this man could’ve made you cum on the spot. You swirled your tongue around his tip, getting it nice and wet. Bit by bit you began to work it into your mouth, getting it as far as you could fit without gagging. The amount you couldn’t fit you stroked in your hands as you worked the shaft up and down, up and down. You breathed through your nose, making sure to run your tongue over his most sensitive spots while you took his cock in your mouth. 

“Ahhh… oh, fuck, darling… fuck…!” Lucius whines. “S-so good! You’re so good at sucking my cock! Unnh… I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum, darling…!”

At this, you pulled him out of your throat, squeezing at the base. He sobbed at the loss of that delicious stimulation. “Master…!”

“Not yet, Luci.” you giggle. “I want you to cum inside me.”

Lucius licked his lips, grinning wide. “Oh, in that case… I’d be happy to. Come, bunny, let me lie down flat.”

You got up off the bed, letting Lucius lie down on his back. He patted his lap. “Come here, darling, lie on top of me. I’ll take care of you.”

You crawled on top of Lucius, lying on your back across his tall body. He raised your hips with his clawed hands, rubbing his length up and down your drooling pussy. “Did sucking my cock make you this wet? Oh, darling…”

“Mmnnh… Lucius… fuck me…” you begged.

Lucius lined up with your hole, shoving it in easily with how wet you were. You whined as Lucius grunted from how fucking DELICIOUS it was to have your gummy walls squeezing his cock. “Oh fuck, bunny… mmnghh… that’s good… so fucking tight on me… good girl… such a good girl…” he moaned, kissing your neck as he began thrusting up into your pussy and roaming his hands across your body. 

“Luciuuuuss!” you sobbed. “God, yes, Lucius…! I love you…!”

“Nnh… I love you too darling, fuck… Asmodeus, your pussy is sucking me in… it feels so so so fucking good, baby… nnh… say something for me, baby… say you’re beautiful…”

“I-I’m beautiful…!” you gasped. Lucius pulled the ring on your collar as he thrust harder. “Good girl… now say you’re perfect the way you are…”

“I’m… p-perfect the way I am… nngh!” 

“Fffucckkkk… so good, bunny… I can feel you tightening on me… do you like it when I tell you how much you mean to me? Do you like it when I have you say how beautiful you are? Fuck, yes you do, darling… you can’t hide it from me… you’re so close… let me help you with that…”

You sobbed as Lucius’s deft fingers rubbed your clit in tight circles, mewling as his pierced cock hit you in all the right places as he fucked into you and kissed your cervix. “Come on… cum… cum for me… cum on my fucking cock… say you’re beautiful as you cream on me, bunny…”

“Ahh… annh… fuck!!!” you sobbed. “I’m beautiful! I’m so beautiful, FUCK!” you wailed as the tension snapped. 

Lucius whined as your walls fluttered and gushed on his cock, and he gave one last deep thrust before he painted your insides white with his cum. 

The two of you panted heavily as you rested on each other, basking in the afterglow. Lucius chuckled as he kissed your shoulder. “So… do you feel better, my love?”

“Yeah…” you sigh. “I feel much better…”

“Good.” he giggles, peppering your neck in kisses. “I’m so happy when you’re happy, darling.”

[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

A Guide To Using AO3 Filters

Been seeing a lot of posts lately going on about how AO3's filters suck/don't work/people don't know how to use them/people don't want to use them.

So I decided to make this guide to help people understand how good AO3's filters are and how to use them!

For the example, we're going to use the Supernatural archive, because it's one of the largest and most varied archives on AO3, which makes it perfect for filtering.

(Instructions and guide with pictures under the cut!)

1. Basic Exclusion

These filters are your best friend. There are further tricks to using them, which I will get into.

Filtering something in means you can only select one of these at a time. Filtering them out means that you can get rid of all the ones you don't want to see.

These next ones are a little more complicated with the exclusion.

This one is with crossovers included. This means that if you want to read crossovers, but do not want to read a certain fandom, you can remove it here. .

The character one will remove the characters you don't want to see, but with a caveat--if they are only listed in a relationship tag and not a character tag, they will still crop up. That's what the next bit is for.

This removes ships. (Not every ship is tagged on a fic, because not every ship NEEDS to be tagged, bear this in mind. If there's one throw away sentence about a ship, or allusions in the background or it doesn't matter to the story in any way, it may still be included but not tagged. This is a personal choice and judgement of the author, they are not trying to trick you). . Additional Tags

Highly, highly useful for everything else you don't want to see. .

This bit is also your best friend, for both exclusion and inclusion. .

2. Actually Excluding.

This part is mostly just clicking the "x" next to what you don't want to see.

Unfiltered, this is what we see at the top of the archive, by the way.

This is what we're removing: General Audiences, Not Rated, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings, Underage Sex, Multi, Other, Supernatural (TV 2005) RPF, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Reader, Dean Winchester/Reader.

(Pictures are after filters have been applied)

Now we're down to this.

But! That's still a lot! That's still things we don't want to see, even if we had filters to include things on!

Have no fear, we're not done.

3. Adding to Your Filters and "Other Tags to Exclude"

You're going to have to type certain things in yourself. No way around that. AO3's filters display the most popular/common tags in the search engines. If something you don't want to see is less popular, you're going to have to manually remove it.

This box right here is a godsend.

Don't want to see Incest?

Type in the tags and hit "enter".

.

You'll also notice that excluding Dean Winchester/Reader did not remove all the "Reader" type fics and also did not take out /Original Character(s) Ships.

We have a fun little trick to catch them all since there are so many variations!

So we go back to our little best friend box.

Placing a * before the slash will remove any ship involving these characters.

Now we're going to filter again!

Now, with all my exclusions, there's still a lot to sift through. Personally, for me, I'm happy with what I've excluded and don't need to add any more. So, I'll add my wanted tags, take out crossovers, and pick my language. .

Pairing Included and Excluded Tags

Basically, the same as above, but reversed! Keep your excluded stuff locked in and now just add what you want to see!

But remember: Including only allows you to pick one (1) rating, category, and warning. For these purposes, I'm going to ignore those because I already took out the ones I didn't want to see.

If your character or tag isn't included in the most popular, use this box!

Now, with both implemented, this what I get:

245 works! I never would have narrowed it down so far without excluding and using the filters. I would have potentially seen things I didn't want to see!

For full disclosure, this is what my filter bar looks to achieve this.

But remember! Not every fic has everything tagged--and that's okay! No one can ever tag enough to accommodate everyone. No one but you knows your triggers and squicks.

If, after everything, you still encounter a fic you don't like, there are two more buttons you can hit!

Happy reading, everyone!

[violant-apologia]

with dual-stat challenges becoming more and more common, FBG have created a standard "exchange rate" between stats: BDR stats are with 10 main stat points each, while advanced stats and NII stats are worth 15.

this prompted the question:

Which equipment has the highest converted stat total?

(stick around, there's a cool spreadsheet for you!)

in other words, which is the most "valuable" based purely on its stats? maybe the ubergoat? perhaps the hellworm transport? (make a guess now! tell me if you were right!)

so i made a spreadsheet. with the item and its stats, it outputs the converted stat total of that item. and to make sure it was accurate when it determined the winner, i should really add

EVERY

SINGLE

ITEM

there are exactly 1000 non-boon equipments in the game, by the way. wild coincidence that this was when i made a list of them all

so i did that. i slogged through every item i owned, then every item in the bazaar, then every item on the wiki. i should – should – have them all. (except maybe ones that add no stats, because they don't show up on any of the automatic lists. but really that doesn't matter)

so, without further ado... the item with the highest converted stat total is...............

all the treasures. that was probably pretty guessable, huh

okay but AFTER them it's... the............

unquenchable firebird! pulled ahead of the other whitsun creatures by its random single point in neathproofed. after that is a similar case: the aurochs-fur coat, at 71. they both beat the ubergoat and hellworm by a slim margin; those two tie at 70, along with the efficient plenipotentiary.

but you may have noticed some other columns here. what's limited total?

well, since most multi-stat challenges are only two stats at once, i also decided to measure the point value of each item's highest two stats. the winner of THAT category is the hellworm, at 75, with its 6 dreaded and 1 KT/NP. half of the treasures fall in next – all the ones with a single BDR stat at 4, rather than two at 2 each.

you may have noticed some other things on the spreadsheet, too. what are all those tickboxes about?

since i already made a way for each item to care about its highest two stats, why not a way to care about a specific pair of stats? hell, what about any combination of stats?

if you check on the boxes beneath each stat, the sheet will find the specific value of each item considering ONLY those stats. then, by looking at the highest value for this specified total for each outfit slot, the sheet finds the overall specific total. (by default, specific total only checks an item if you have it ticked as "owned". if you tick the ownership override (OO) box, it disregards whether you own items or not.)

THEN the sheet finds the best-in-slot (BiS) items for that combination, and displays whether each item is BiS, not BiS (blank) or not owned. you can filter by the BiS column to find an outfit that maximises those stats!

so, for example, if i wanted to find my best outfit for a persuasive/apoc challenge, i'd simply select thost two stats and filter for BiS:

and it shows me my best combination, and its converted point gain (243)!

so, that's what i've been doing for the past few days. since the sheet has every item in the game in it, to personalise for your account, you just have to go through and tick all the items you have. here's the link! feel free to make a copy and play around with it yourself!

[bekkathyst]

Munich Mineral Show Sale - October 25th 2024 Rules & Procedures

Hello friends! Everyone planning to participate in the sale today, please read. This is how everything will work. I’m posting some items I picked at the Munich gem show. I will invoice tonight and after the second day of posting. All orders placed during this multi-day sale will be combined if you buy things on different days and orders will ship next week. And please note that I will be considering all these orders open box orders unless you specify you want me to add shipping! :)

I will start posting items for sale directly here on Tumblr. To claim an item and place your order, do the following:

Reply to the post (those who are unable to reply for whatever reason can reblog) saying “sold” or “mine" with the quantity you’d like to claim. It’s important you do this so we can see who claimed something first in case something sells out.

Keep a list of everything you claim (with the item number for each item). Once you’re done claiming, please message me over the instant messenger.

Include the following information in your message:

Your email address for the invoice, the country you live in (for shipping purposes - we are shipping from Austria), and the list of what you claimed (with the item numbers). Also please let me know if you want your order to be *open box* or *ready to ship*. “Open box” simply means you want us to hang onto your items after you pay so that you can continue to add things from future sales so everything can be shipped together for convenience 😊

Shipping to Europe is $12

Shipping elsewhere is $15

For extra-large packages, shipping is $20

Be sure to send your info at the end of the sale or whenever you’re sure you’re done claiming.

Invoicing will be done through my online shop “Bekkathyst” - the invoice gets sent to your email and you get the option to pay with a PayPal account or with a credit or debit card. You don’t need to have a PayPal account to pay.

Please pay as soon as possible so we can continue to shop for new inventory at the show :)

Unfortunately due to problems we have encountered before - if you claim items and then at the end of the sale and either don’t respond to your invoice or never message, you will be blocked.

If you decide you’re backing out of a claim before the sale is over, message me so that I can delete your comment. Please try to avoid doing this. Thank you!

We now offer an “open box” option in which you can continue to keep your order open (aka have us not ship it yet) for future sales so everything can be shipped together once you’re ready. When you send your info please don’t forget to let me know if you’d like your order to be *open box* or *ready to ship*. Thank you!! 🙏

For all items that are marked random selection, you may make a request for a specific piece and we will do our best to honor your request, but it is not always possible. Please keep that in mind :)

Any questions? Feel free to ask! I hope you’ll join us and have lots of fun!

[athingimdoingnow]

Day 1: Fashion Faeward

Woah, our very first ttrpg, let’s have a looksie.

Alright this one’s fine.

This 10 page ttrpg that’s mostly tables is about putting on a fashion show for the fey. It mostly involves rolling random numbers to determine your clothes and then voting on them. You make a character (via rolling or selecting traits, which aren’t important except for powers, which range from choosing an article of clothing instead of rolling to doing a runway walk to add three points to your score. Your “score” is accumulated by rolling for an item of clothing per round, then announcing it, then being voted on by other players. Basically it’s about who can sell the latest addition to their outfit to their peers.  You keep a running tally of the score, most points at the end of six rounds wins. It’s really a 1 page ttrpg disguised as a multi-page ttrpg, so I will be brief. One thing I’ll note here is that none of these are meant to disparage anyone working on them unless otherwise stated. All of these are cute and I’m glad they exist. Not a hater. Just an enjoyer that likes critiquing and cataloguing. Originality: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

This one gets full marks from me. If it is riffing off something, it’s not something I know about. The name is punny, the theme is interesting, I like it. It’s got moxie.

Mechanics: ⭐⭐ I’m not a huge fan of the variance and I’m not sure it’s fully explicable in-universe. I like that the players vote on each other (rather than having a GM or alternative adjudication system), and the powers are neat whether you select or roll for them, but I just feel like at its core it’s sort of a game where the dice determine pretty much everything with little input from the players. The powers are impactful for sure but less so than the rolls.

Replayability: ⭐⭐

I could see this being fun a few times, maybe. For me it seems like a one and done affair, but if you have multiple friend groups that like ttrpgs (or just board games) or you wanted to break it out as a particularly nerdy party game, you could get away with playing it more. To me it doesn’t scream replayability.

Variance: ⭐*

I have an asterisk (not a second star) because there’s something important here. If you SELECT your character, their likes and dislikes, power, and you really get into it (which the rules don’t facilitate OR harm), then I could see some variance. However, I feel like even though the game lets you select things, the tables make me feel as if it’s geared towards rolling. For my money, while this adds variance, it does so in a way that’s out of my hands. Plus, even fully getting into it, the rules don’t give you much in the way of RP. For what it’s worth, despite being in the TTRPG bundle, it reads almost more in the vein of a Jackbox game, and not in a bad way. There’s variance here, it’s just not the usual controlled variance I’d expect from a TTRPG, it feels more like a board game. Which is cool! I’m reviewing it as a TTRPG because it’s in the TTRPG bundle, but it seems good for wacky hijinks. Character Creation: ⭐⭐

Hesitant to give anything a one-star because I feel like it’s all very inoffensive and could be much worse. Character creation would be a one-star if not for that logic. Doesn’t really encourage you to make a character so much as to set up a small series of boxes. The like/dislike system doesn’t really give them much personality, and neither do (some of) the powers. So I feel like they end up being vessels for the players rather than characters. Granted there are still options and some funny things you can probably mess with for it.

Overall: ⭐⭐

I'd give it a 2.5 but I'm not a coward. I know that most of the marks here are on the lower end but just for how different this is from anything I’ve read (which is a longer list than it may at first seem) this gets a thumbs up from me. Maybe not a particularly enthusiastic one, but it’s going for something different and if you, as a player, wanted to take the time to really flesh out the concepts, it doesn’t even make for a bad roleplaying game. As it stands it does, again, feel more like a party game, but it’s also only a dollar. I’m gonna link the itch.io page for it below (and I’ll try to do that every time) and I would highly recommend perusing it (it’s a dollar!)

[originemesis]

"creation took 7 days; now watch me fuck it all up in one night"

canon divergent adam / abel // haz.b.in h.o.tel

21 + / mid-low activity / private and 🐢 SLOW

ordained and entertained by skeu ; icon templates by cinna! 💜💛

Commission human icons by bbglucifer --- > xxx

here are some cool people in hell's rpc empire to check out : @mourningstarred, @lilitophidian , @cast-you-dxwn , @reshelldential, @atomeyes , @arachn0philia , @drraphaelmd-a @brokendreamscreation, @chasingrainbcws @danger-tits-lute , @hclluvahctel , @themosthatedbeingg , @metaladam , @hxly-fxther , @alteregozowie , @hells-greatestdad , @voxistem , @dick-meister

about // playlist // active headcanon // current verses // rules [beneath]

Caard-Esque:

Blog is 21+ for content concerns and mun is 25+ (an old) and will not interact with minors on this blog. minors should technically not follow me here either ~ so, don'tttttt...do that? thanks! if i catch you, you're yeeted to the shadow realm.

Do not follow this blog if you are sensitive to the sensitive topics related to this particular genre. I tag with "content word cw" for the extra wild stuff, but that's about it. adam literally has the highest swear/slur count in the show and he's only in 3 episodes, so be aware of that.

I tend to be private/selective as i get fairly overwhelmed with too much activity. i really get into plots though, and i'll spam the dash with some silly original dick chauvinism from time to time when ive fed my inner gremlins past midnight. That said, I do get easily overwhelmed when I'm following too many people and multi muse blogs in particular can exacerbate this feeling, so if I do not follow back - I might just not be in a good place to atm or I just don't see possible interactions btw our characters. It's nothing personal!

This is a mutuals only interaction blog for my sanity (anons being fine). If i can see plots happening between us, I'll likely follow. but i get overwhelmed easily so please don't take it personally if i don't follow back or follow back right away.

I am not exclusive, but I prioritize my plotted threads and may have some mains/activity based off that as far as my main verse goes. But I will never be fully exclusive and i enjoy exploring different character dynamics. Also multi-ship is fine, but I am not exclusively here to ship or write suggestive content. My muses have always and will always require plotting and scene chemistry for me to consider writing ship material. In the case I do reblog shippy prompts still feel free to send in ofc! I'll see if I can make it work or not.

If I don't get a follow back within a week or two, if blogs i follow go inactive for up to 12 weeks, or if there's just no attempt on either of our ends to connect for an indefinite amount of time - I'll occasionally go through my list and soft block to clean things up. if we ever want to give it a go in the future, the option is there for us to re-follow and resume!

I don't like the feeling of being 'collected' so...if you are interacting with multiple of of the muses I portray, I ask you have a different dynamic for mine than them. This is just an act of courtesy I also extend to my rp partners. I interact more with folks that have a special relationship with my muse, so it's needed to deep dive into more interesting topics for me. If you're just concerned with collecting another Adam for 'shipping', you don't want me. I rarely ship unless good chemistry/slow burn.

I know that Adam is a bad guy. He's insufferable and can push buttons- but I am not him and I dislike constantly feeling like I'm being barraged for his actions, especially since I consider him to be a heavily layered character that should not be shoe horned into a standard 'ok irredeemable and never allowed nice things' box. So- if you honestly despise this character on a personal level that can't be separated from ic interactions, we won't work out. I am here for exploring taboo topics and ways that a flawed character can make others think he's justified. Let me explore and enjoy what I like on my blog within reason and do talk with me on dms if you don't like how things are going with our muses and you wanna explore other routes. I love to plot and I am very reasonable.

This is my blog and my verses and my interpretation of what's going on. I am happy to accommodate to any pre-determined and agreed upon thread or verse, but I will not let other characters that are considered 'more powerful' lore wise dictate what I can do on my blog. I am happy to adjust depending on others' verses, but I require direct and forward communication before each interaction if that's the case as I feel like I constantly misinterpret intentions. On my blog, Adam (mainly) is the head of the exorcists and always has been and will be until his death. He commands, sleeps with and is generally the head boss of the Exorcists. Do not force any headcanons or per conceived notions onto my character unless it is in your character's nature to assume things about others because that's different and can be played off.

This post/my rules and conditions are subject to change.

[bumbledblogging]

current muses & brief info :

🐝. Bumblebee.

bee began the ask blog portion of this account in an attempt to help bring everyone closer together by getting to know each other better, hence the bee motif. bee is one of the kindest of the muses, & although IDW ( aka cane bee ) based, his portrayal is flexible, especially regarding his time on Earth. multiversal canon relationships can be incorporated if desired, such as his friendship with humans in bayverse.

🌄. cliffjumper .

he/she pronouns, a mixture of all his verses portrayals . tfa cliffjumper being his strongest influence on my take of his personality.

🍷. trailcutter / trailbreaker .

mtmte. a literal vampire to mechs' energy supply .

🔥. hot shot .

armada. pyrokinetic by personality .

📼. rumble .

g1. blue, primarily .

🦜. demolisher / ironhide .

armada . a big tank loyal to megatron & being dumb as rocks .

🏈. blitzwing .

g1. fire & ice . hateful of quintessons .

🧉. swerve .

mtmte .

🎙. soundwave .

CYBERVERSE .

💔. Goldbug .

Shattered Glass, fun publications & idw inspo.

👁. soundblaster .

siege . DISCLAIMER . he is the nicer of the muses ( because a lot of them are Dicks, lol ) but the worst of them in terms of how far he will go. gore, body horror, torture may be written or heavily implied with his character . he treats his subjects with absent care & respect unless they serve a suitable distraction at the moment . any pronouns .

if interested, a link into a deeper look into him via my art account .

some general rp / ask notifs to note :

all muses unless stated otherwise are multi-ship with Heavy, sometimes selective chem.

while bee is the header of this account, it does not mean he will always be written as i am a multi-muse account. multi-muse only pertains to the characters i have listed below, as these are all characters i have researched on & feel comfortable writing, experience-wise & personally. i will not write requested characters outside of this list out of my own comfort & nervousness on not writing anyone else well enough. the blog is multi-muse to help keep the amount of accounts i own trimmed .

OC + MULTI - VERSAL (mv) friendly . anons & non-roleplay affiliated accounts are greatly encouraged for the ask box, but storylines will be kept to roleplay accounts out of comfort.

Written replies are for separate characters that have been designated for that storyline. i will only write one muse per another roleplayer's muse interaction as if i was running a single muse account in order to keep things organized & understandable. asks may have multiple muses stating their opinions or interacting with each other to be humorous, but written responses will be kept serious. this blog is multi-muse because i love all these characters and would end up with too many tumblr blogs to keep track of, so it's easier for me to keep them all here for now .

all my muses are independent portrayals of varying kinds. ex: blitzwing is g1 based in design & personality, but he has split fire & ice powers & his backstory is influenced by his role in the Transformers 86' movie . the independent portrayal portions of the muses are essentially headcanons, & those that wish to interact do not have to fear about the idea of me wanting you to share the same knowledge i do on the character, this message is mainly to let you guys know a lil' heads-up that if something reads different than how you're used to with a character from that verse of tf, then my independent portrayal is the reason why. they are not extreme & strict, mainly just something i think makes writing the character more fun for me. ex: trailbreaker can make constructs with his forcefields instead of just flat forcefields, such as 'forcefield wine glasses', sunglasses, chains, swords, etc from his forcefields, but it is mainly bcs i think it makes him even more fun to write, & not meant as a godmod as detailed constructs drain his energy even more than his usual high drainage, so he only uses them to entertain or in emergencies .

Detailed tidbits on characters may be uploaded and linked here, but are mainly meant to be explored via roleplay or asks. again, they are independent & meant to be interesting & not intimidating, & can even be something as silly as Hot Shot having braces that he keeps breaking simply because i think it would be cute & add to his character .

i have long roleplay experience, but have never roleplayed on tumblr before. if my formatting looks funky, i apologize !!

[black-emporium-exchange]

HOW TO SIGN UP FOR BLACK EMPORIUM!

Yes sweet nuglets, it’s that time of year again: Time to sign up for Black Emporium!

CLICK HERE TO SIGN-UP!

↳ Helpful Links:

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↳ Reminders

RULES & ASSIGNMENT REQUIREMENTS: Please take the time to re-read our Rules and the requirements for assignments before signing up. RATINGS: If you are interested in receiving or creating Mature/Explicit level works (see Ao3 rating(s)), you must "opt in" by checking the "E" box for both offers and requests. Please note you must be 18+ to offer/request/create Mature or Explicit level gifts. For a more detailed explanation, click here. TREATS: If you are open to receiving treats, or a specific type of treat (single-recipient, multi-recipient, fanart, fanfic), you must "opt in" by saying so in the sign up description box. This field does not apply to your offers. For a more detailed explanation, click here.

For a how-to-guide of the whole exchange that includes all of the information in this post, please take a look at our Participation Walkthrough Guide and FAQ.

A STEP-BY-STEP GUIDE TO SIGN-UPS BELOW THE CUT:

1. SIGN IN TO AO3

If you don’t have an Ao3 account, contact the mods for help!

2. GO TO THE BLACK EMPORIUM SIGNUP FIELD (LINK)

3. SCROLL TO THE “REQUESTS” FIELD

Once nominations are finished, you'll be able to sign up. In your sign-up, you'll specify the works you'd like to receive and the works you're willing to create. (They do not necessarily have to be the same!)

You must fill out at least three requests and three offers. You may only select each pairing once, but may give multiple ideas per pairing in your prompt.

If you are interested in receiving Mature- or Explicit-rated works, you must be at least 18 years old and opt-in by checking the appropriate box ("E"); this is not a guarantee you will receive a higher level.

You will have to fill out several fields on the sign-up form:

↳ Relationships

Here you can write in the relationships that you wish to request. As long as it is part of the tag set/eligible nominated pairings, it should be able to be selected here.

If your chosen relationship is in the tag-set but isn't auto-completing, this is unfortunately a bug on AO3's end that we cannot fix -- but if you copy and paste your relationship from the tag-set into this field, you should be able to submit. (Please contact moderators via email at blackemporiumexchange@gmail.com if you get an error and let us know what the error was.)

You may list between 1-3 pairings in the same Request field. That does not (necessarily) mean you want all three ships in the same fanwork. We allow multiple pairings in the same Request Field because it allows participants to request up to 30 unique pairings, rather than just 10. Some people group thematically, or by character.

Example of someone requesting three, non-connected pairings. The participant here loosely grouped their "platonic" ships together into one Request Field.

Example of someone requesting a pairing.

↳ Additional Tags

This field is to mark if you're open to receiving fanfiction, fanart, or both (check both boxes), for this request.

Example of someone requesting ONLY fanart for any pairings listed in this Request field.

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If you are open to receiving Mature- or Explicit-rated works, please check the box to indicate your interest. We use the AO3 ratings guide as far as judging what each rating entails.

Any participant under 18 should NOT indicate interest in M or E works, as those are intended for 18+ audiences only.

Please choose your ratings carefully! Indicating interest in receiving higher rating works does not mean you are guaranteed to receive them, just that other people will be allowed to gift them to you in this exchange. If you're not comfortable with that possibility, do not check this box.

This recipient did not check the "Explicit" box; they will not receive any Mature or Explicit level works.

↳ Letter

This is a place to put a link to a letter, if you have one. A letter generally is a completely optional, longer version of the description field, and might include more details you'd like your creator to know, or things like pictures that are hard to paste into the description box.

Letters are commonly hosted on Dreamwidth, Tumblr, Google docs, or other such freely accessible websites.

Please note that the moderators cannot enforce any DNWs you put only in your letter.

Completely optional field. Leave blank if you don't have a letter.

↳ Description

Please feel free to use this field to go into some detail about what you would like; this helps give the creator of your work some different ideas about what they could make for you.

If you are open to treats, please indicate interest. See "Treats" for more.

Examples of prompts or helpful information you could share with your recipient (reminder, your creator is not required to follow your prompts/likes):

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SYNOPSIS ᯓ A Bonnie and Clyde-esque, high-stakes, multi-chapter smut romance that follows a deadly criminal duo whose intense, chaotic love becomes as dangerous as the heists they pull off. Trust forged in blood, bonds built on risk.

PAIRING ᯓ Criminal! Sukuna x Criminal! Fem. Reader

WARNINGS ᯓ protective!Sukuna, things are SHIFTING!!!, mentions of death, FLUFF, mentions of weapons

WORD COUNT ᯓ 1.6k (sorry - heist next chap)

Chapter 7.

You wake up in the kind of silence that feels unnatural.

It’s strange, getting dreamless rest lately and having full nights of sleep, the kind you haven’t had in years. Maybe it’s the exhaustion catching up with you. Or maybe it’s something shifting in the world.

Sukuna mutters something about more prep work, and like always you roll your eyes at him before getting ready.

The next thing you know, you’re in passenger, the road stretching endlessly before you. Sukuna drives with one hand on the wheel, the other drumming idly against his thigh. The early afternoon sun glares against the windshield, streets quiet. Dead. No traffic, no pedestrians, just empty roads and the occasional stray dog sniffing at overturned trash bins. The kind of eerie stillness that makes you hyperaware of the weight of what you’re about to do.

You’re not knocking over a convenience store this time.

The safehouse comes into view, a rundown, abandoned-looking structure, rusted metal and cracked concrete. Sukuna pulls into the gravel lot, tires crunching as he kills the engine. As you go to open the door and step out, his voice stops you.

“Stay behind me.”

It’s not a suggestion.

He approaches the heavy metal door, knocking twice, then once more before it cracks open.

A man walks out, broad-shouldered, inked-up, and wearing a stained wife-beater. He looks like someone who’s seen more than his fair share of bloodshed. A half-smoked cigar rests between his fingers, the embers flaring as he exhales slow. His eyes flick to you before settling on Sukuna.

“Didn’t think I’d see you again.”

Sukuna grins, reaching into his jacket and pulling out a thick envelope of cash. “Yeah, yeah. You know I like to keep things exciting.”

The man peels back the flap, thumbs skimming the stacks of cash before nodding toward the staircase leading to the basement. “Same rules.”

The descent is dim, air thick with gunpowder. Bulbs hang loosely from the ceiling, barely illuminating the underground space, but even in the dim light, you can still see the arsenal lining the walls.

Rows of firearms, assault rifles, shotguns, compact pistols, anything and everything. Silencers reside beside neatly arranged magazines. Machetes and combat knives hanging in display, some pristine and others stained from use. A whole selection is dedicated to explosives, thermite charges, RDX bricks, and plastic explosives.

You drag your fingers along the edge of a semi-automatic pistol. Sukuna watches, arms crossed.

“Cute,” he muses, taking it out of your grasp and sliding over a SIG MCX .300 blackout. “Hope you weren’t expecting to scare anyone with that pea shooter.”

You pick up the assault rifle, flipping it over in your hands. “Oh, I’m sorry, did you want me to carry something else? Maybe a fucking bazooka?”

Walking over to place your primary weapon and sidearms in the bag, you eye the box of armor sitting in the corner.

You toss him a vest. He catches it effortlessly, looking at you.

“Try not to get shot,” you say dryly. “Would be a shame to lose that pretty face.”

His grins sharpens. “You checkin’ me out, doll?”

You scoff but your face feels warm. You turn back to the shelves, fingers brushing over the cold metal of a C4 charge before picking it up. Grabbing the detonator, you set both into the bag.

The room is silent except for the sound of bullets clicking into magazines, a steady, meditative rhythm.

You’ve never been one to trust easily. Hell, you spent most of your life keeping people at arm’s length and watching your own back because no one else would. But here you are, standing across from Sukuna in a dimly lit armory, loading up for the biggest job of your life. And you realize, you’re not watching your own back. Because he’s watching it for you.

It’s not in the way he says things, because he isn’t the type to lay it out in words. It’s in the things he does, how he stands too close when you’re out in public, body angled ever so slightly in front of yours, scanning the crowd with sharp eyes. The way his fingers find your arm when you’re moving through tight spaces, guiding you without a word. How he never lets you walk on the side of the street closest to traffic, making you take the bed in the motel furthest from the door. Small things, quiet things. Enough that when you notice, your chest tightens with something foreign.

He’s focused, oblivious to the way your gaze lingers. His shirt stretches too tight over his arms, muscles flexing with every movement as he loads and unloads each magazine. Testing, counting. Like this is just another day. Like this isn’t the moment everything changes.

You first heard about him the way everyone did, through blood-soaked headlines and urgent news bulletins. His name wasn’t only whispered in the underworld, but broadcasted and stamped in bold letters across the country, a warning to the weak and an invitation to the reckless.

“Authorities urge civilians to report any sighting – Ryomen Sukuna remains highly dangerous.”

You remember sitting in a dingy apartment, one you got lucky to score that still had electricity. It was a high-stakes heist turned slaughter. A vault emptied in under five minutes. Two security guards executed, their bodies found lined up like offerings. A police shootout on the freeway that left cars flipped and burning, insides scorched beyond recognition.

Back then he was a ghost, a nightmare. The kind of criminal whose legend outweighed the truth, whose crimes bled into folklore until no one knew what was real anymore. Some said he carved a trail of bodies through every job, never leaving loose ends. Others swore he had inside men in the police, slipping through cracks like smoke.

You remember thinking to yourself, what a crazy bastard.

You weren’t afraid. Never afraid. More intrigued that he was out there, running circles around the same law enforcement that had their boot on your neck since the day you held a stolen wallet. But Sukuna didn’t just survive, he thrived. Tearing through the system like it was his for the taking.

That was nearly two years ago, and you never thought your path would cross his. Never thought you’d be here, preparing for a job he invited you on, loading magazines for something that will put both your faces on every goddamn screen in the city.

You look at him again, how his fingers move with precision over the rifle on the table, a scar cutting through his knuckles like a jagged promise.

Infamous fugitive. Highly dangerous.

You smile. They have no fucking idea.

The motel room is dimly lit, cheap walls muffling faint traffic from outside. Dinner was a quiet affair, takeout from a run-down ramen joint Sukuna claimed was “the only decent shit in this city.” You weren’t about to argue, especially when the broth was rich, noodles thick.

Things settled down. Plans were scribbled, checked. The weight of the heist pressed a little less, and he was knocked out cold.

He lay sprawled across the mattress, shoes still on, limbs heavy with exhaustion. Planning a bank heist from the ground up wasn’t exactly light work, but you’d never seen it wear on him like this. His head was tilted slightly to the side, pink hair an absolute mess from the way he kept running sweaty fingers through it earlier, too stressed to care. The sharp cut of his jawline softened under lamplight, the blank ink of his tattoos standing out stark against his skin. They looked fresh, even though you knew they weren’t.

You watched him, fingers tapping against your thigh. This was him without the hard edge, the razor-sharp smirk, the cocky bite of his words. He looked so unguarded.

Your lips curled into something wicked, sliding your phone from your back pocket. You bite your bottom lip to stifle a laughter as you pressed the button.

Click.

He shifted at the sound, brow twitching, but didn’t wake.

You stepped back, pressing a hand over your mouth as you stared at the photo. Blurry but unmistakable. The infamous Sukuna, all terrifying and bloodstained, dead to the world with his lips parted in sleep.

About an hour later, he stirred.

You were fresh out of the shower, towel-dried hair damp against your shoulders, sitting cross-legged on the bed, notes and scrawled out plans scattered in front of you. Your concentration broke when you noticed his movement, pushing himself upright at the edge of the bed, slow blinks of sleep dragging his expression.

You smiled, reaching for your phone and clicking it on before turning it to him. The lockscreen lit up, showing his face, relaxed, peaceful, utterly defenseless in sleep.

His gaze sharpened instantly.

“The fuck is this?” His voice rough with sleep, immediately irritated. “You got a thing for creepy shit like this?”

You leaned back, absolutely delighted at his reaction.

“What? It’s a nice picture. Thought I’d keep it for good luck.”

He exhaled sharply through his nose, something between a scoff and a growl. His eyes cut back to you, narrowing like he was internally debating whether to be actually pissed or not. You didn’t miss the twitch at the corner of his mouth, the smirk he was trying, and failing, to bite back.

“I don’t need some pathetic picture to keep me around.” His voice dropped. “You really that stupid?”

It was rhetorical.

Before you could come up with a comeback, he flicked your forehead, shoving himself off the bed, and making his way to the bathroom.

You grinned after him, thumb absently tracing over the edge of your phone.

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SHIPPING INFO — ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSE(S).

WHAT'S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSES(S)?

it's hard to say because i don't necessarily have otps from a writing standpoint, they kind of evolve depending on the pairing and who i'm writing with, and sometimes my otps become notps depending on the dynamic / plot. tl;dr i just don't default - ship. i write waaaaay too many muses to list them all but from a die - hard, canon brainrot perspective, most of my otps include: naksu / jang uk, katherine / stefan, chuuya / dazai, gojo / geto, katara / zuko, juliette / roma, orion / rosalind, zoya / nikolai, inej / kaz, zero two / hiro, raven / bellamy, catra / adora, malia / stiles, harrowhark / gideon.

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?

i think i'm down for most things so long as it isn't obviously something that's atrocious ( adult / minor ) or like, a poorly executed oppressor / oppressed. i genuinely like exploring toxic dynamics when it's detached from a romanticized lens, and it's for that reason why i ensure it's a topic i can trust my wps with. this may be an unpopular opinion, but i'm fine with writing cheating. i'm fine with writing unequal distributions of power ( to a certain extent ), i'm fine exploring variations of abuse. it's just that if it's toxic, i tend to keep it toxic. if it veers into actual abuse ( best example i can think of is alina / darkling, i don't write nor ship it but sklsdkldskldskl ), it's not so much a ship but just a subset of an complex one, and won't be resolved to a point of genuine romanticism.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

uhhhhhhh, if they're under 18, i think two years? the age gap widens the older the muses are in a bracket, but i'm generally not an age - gap fan. + / - five - 10 years feels accurate? maximum five if it's like, a muse that's under 25. immortal muses are different and vary based on circumstances.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

yeaaaahhhh. yeah. i usually figure out through writing or plotting if there's chemistry to even think about shipping, and i tend to ship with my circle of friends / exclusive shipping partners just because it's always been easier that way. doesn't mean i'm not open! just very chemistry - oriented. we could plot the best thing but if we're not vibing as writing partners when we chat, it won't work.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY'RE CONSIDERED NSFW?

anything past like a full make - out session or questionable touching. i don't smut on dash across any of my blogs, and if i do venture into that territory, it's always suggestive and with my utmost closest wp. but as it stands, i typically don't write anything further than making out or allusions.

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE(S) WITH?

refer to the first question, but i really like cross - fandom shipping. i think it's fun and forces people to think outside of the box. i also looooove oc / canon. i'll use this opportunity to say i'm always intrigued with these dynamics: chuuya / yosano, atsushi / lucy, yosano / dazai, lottie / nat, gin / higuchi, malia / kira, nobara / megumi, nobara / yuuji, higuchi / akutagawa. there's more but i'm blanking.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

yes and no! sometimes it happens naturally, but you can alwayyyyysssss ask to ship. just need to approach with an open mind and understand that i will likely ask that we write first or sus out vibes! if we chat a lot or obviously get along, that makes it a little easier for me to envision a romantic ship!

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?

yes! unless stated otherwise, i'm multi - ship by default.

ARE YOU SHIP - OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE - OR - LESS?

ship more - or - less by default sdlkfjgsdlgkdskl. with my partner and close friends, i tend to be more ship - obsessed because we rot more consistently. but i don't really look to ship romantically at first! i've become more preferential to non - romantic dynamics over the years just because i feel like they get pushed aside or under - appreciated in favor of romantic shipping.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM(S) ?

for canons, it's naksu / jang uk, chuuya / dazai, gojo / geto, juliette / roma, orion / rosalind, yosano / dazai, gin / tachihara. for ocs, it's less favoritism but just what occupies my brain currently, fallon / noemi, ushi / mizaru, fumi / seiko, tommy / jay.

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

you need to be insane <3

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The Work of Auditions

S.E.S Bada’s recruitment story is the stuff of SM legend. Personally scouted in 1996 by Lee Soo-man after he saw her perform at her school’s annual festival, she did not then dream of debuting as a pop singer, let alone being in a girl group. By most accounts, she wanted to be a musical theater actor. But she agreed to Lee’s offer because it literally paid the bills. In exchange for joining the company, Lee paid her full university tuition and expenses, where she studied theater.

I begin with Bada’s origin story, not only because it is unique among SM audition stories but because of what it says about SM. Specifically, it demonstrates the company’s recognition early on that acquiring the best performers, regardless of cost, was integral to their survival and success. They would need talent to grow their stable of new acts and replace any new acts that disbanded. Furthermore, maintaining a pool of potential replacement talent was an insurance policy. Their mere existence would apply downward pressure on their already debuted idols, discouraging them from agitating for more (or any) money or better contract terms or material conditions lest they be replaced.

But first, SM had to find trainees, which they did so using a multi-pronged strategy. Street-casting, like the kind that found Bada, was part of their approach, as was their affiliation with the for-profit training academy Starlight Academy beginning in 2003. There was also their more formalized Audition process, which they started advertising on their official website in 2000. In the early aughts, versions of this Audition section of their website listed three language options (“Korean” “English” and “Chinese”), with different options for each. In particular, the Korean version listed six options:

Mail: An applicant could send via snail mail a letter or postcard listing their name, school grade, and contact information, along with two photos, to the attention of the Entertainment Audition Manager at a Gangnam PO Box.

Email: An applicant could send an email to the casting director with all the information they would include in a letter to the casting director if they were mailing their application and two scanned photos.

Franchise Store: Instead of mailing or emailing their information and photos, an applicant could drop off a letter with their information and two photos at one of the various music or record stores around Korea that SM listed on their site. If an applicant who utilized this method was selected for an in-person audition but lived outside of Seoul, SM would pay 100% of their transportation costs.

Recommend a friend: A person could send all of the same information of a friend or family member they believe is talented in a letter or email. If that friend or family member signed a contract with SM, the person who referred them would receive a scholarship of 1 million won.

Live Auditions: Every Saturday at 3pm, SM Entertainment held in-person auditions at their headquarters.

Live Auditions: Applicants could apply for an audition via directions obtained by calling a phone number. If an applicant passed the first round of screening, they would be invited to attend the in-person auditions held on Sunday at 3pm.

Today, SM has not radically changed these options other than revamping them to reflect technological changes and expanding their in-person auditions. They eliminated the snail mail and franchise store options in favor of digital options, including applying via the SM website or direct message. In-person auditions are still held weekly at the SM Entertainment building but are supplemented by audition tours. Earlier this year, they announced their 2024 Global Audition, which consists of stops in Daegu, Busan, Daejeon, Wonju, Gwangju, and Jeju, as well as Thailand, Japan, the United States, and Canada.

Much as their audition methods have not drastically changed, only expanded, the same could be said for the motivation behind their auditions. The need for new trainees, especially as the industry has become increasingly competitive, and the necessity of maintaining that power dynamic that I discussed above all still applies, but I would also add a third reason. That is much as trainees function as a way to apply pressure to acts on an agency’s roster, so does the audition, with all its spectacle, do for trainees. Between the multiple dates and increasing amount of locations, often announced with much fanfare, there is a dual impression. The auditions are extremely competitive, with participants going up against not only those at that audition but also highly desirable and affirming, as evidenced by the turnout.

Yet even though a trainee may have made it through the gauntlet of auditions and been selected as a member of an elite club, they cannot rest. On the contrary, as a trainee, they will have to work harder than other trainees whom they are competing with to maintain their spot and for one of the scant opportunities to debut. Moreover, they cannot complain about their training or the conditions of it or even negotiate for better contract terms, lest they get replaced by any one of those other people auditioning and vying for their spot.

It is no wonder SM Entertainment has not developed a more efficient way to audition potential new trainees. The current system is the perfect tool, conveniently downplaying their role outside the selection process. If a group of trainees encourages existing acts to stay silent even in the face of poor working conditions, that is not because SM has explicitly pushed them to but as a consequence of the system. Similarly, if trainees who acutely feel the precariousness of their situation overwork themselves, that is their decision. No matter that these are the results of a system created by SM's choices, and thus are not immutable. As far as the industry cares it works, so why would they fix it?

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Top 9 Wedding Decor Themes in 2024

Weddings are one of the most memorable events of our lives. Your celebration deserves to be a unique one. We at Dream Creations make sure to turn heads by bringing to you the latest of themes and decor ideas to choose from.

Why is choosing the right decor important?

Choosing appropriate elements of decor decides the entire vibe of the wedding events. From mirrors to furniture, colour tones to floral arrangements, we as event planners assure to inspire your interests with the most trending setup. Here’s a list of top 9 buzzing decor themes that are peaking the wedding season of 2024. Let this be a guide for helping you ease the process of selections with your event planner.

Glitzy Night

This theme can be a good choice for your bachelor’s party or cocktail evenings. With dazzling lights set up all around, this decor sets the mood right for dancing your heart out.

Fresh Green

A lush green theme inculcates a sustainable approach to your wedding ceremonies. People who prefer open locations can minimize the decor by choosing a richly green area with trees. We, as event planners, will turn it into a beautiful backdrop for your wedding pictures by adorning it with lights, flowers, and exotic pieces of furniture for seating.

Bling Magical

Geometric LED Lights have become a trending choice for Sangeet and Cocktail parties. A bling affair can also be created by hanging around shimmery elements of decor. They add extra glam to your wedding event.

White Majesty

Opting for a white theme embellished with mogras or white orchids gives a classic touch to your wedding. With people embracing Western ideas, this theme sets apart your wedding. Dream Creations is one of those event planners in Siliguri that believes in giving you an unparalleled experience.

Bohemian Aesthetic

We as event planners in Siliguri promote sustainable decor themes like going Bohemian. It is the perfect decor idea for a sundowner party before the wedding events kick in. Bamboo elements, macrame hangings, pampas grass and vintage fabrics are enough to give your pre-wedding evenings a complete rustic look, setting the mood to relax.

Lavish Red and Black

If you want to do something out of the box, having a rich red and black-themed wedding must be one of your options. With supporting golden metal elements and retro-style candle holders, you are sure to have a luxury feel at your wedding.

Multi floral Theme

Who said you only needed shimmers to make your wedding a grand one? Flowers can do the work too! Highlighting your wedding mandap in the form of a dome by weaving colourful flowers together will awestruck all your guests. Floral themes can also be used to adorn the aisle giving the bride all the special feels on her best day!

Vintage Classic

For people who like to keep it old-school, a royal classic theme is the best idea. White and gold drapes with chandeliers around, huge vintage vases, and carpeted floors give a regal vibe while helping keep it subtle.

Arabian Night Even if your wedding isn’t a destination one, we at Dream Creations can make it possible for you to live Arabian Nights here at Siliguri. We specialize in curating your experience by arranging the most exquisite pieces of furniture, antique vessels, and lanterns to bring in Arabian ecstasy.

Wrapping Up By choosing Dream Creation, you select an event planner in Siliguri that’ll deliver you an unforgettable experience before making the start of the next chapter of your life. Have an amazing affair of grandeur with your loved ones with one of the best wedding event planners in Siliguri

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