#only open this if you want to see me be really annoying

[thehighladywrites]

ACOTAR MEN X READER, SITTING ON THEIR LAP

✩ summary: different scenarios where you find yourself sitting on them

✩ warnings: nsfw, 18+, mentions of sex, mentions of self-doubt, kissing, begging, gossiping, fluff, smut, crack, fun times and soft Eris😭💗

✩ amara’s note: the original cassian hc was so long that i had to stop myself bc i was thirsting and it turned into a regular oneshot lmaooo😭 anyways enjoy babes!!!!💗💗💗

reblogs are really appreciated! :D

RHYSAND

No matter how angry you and Rhys get or how petty the fight is, you two always end up holding hands, even while yelling at each other.

Sitting in his lap while you two argue about random, non important stuff is a standard

You guys just don’t do the whole “no touching” thing

Today, the argument was over who cooks better, both of you bickering pettily.

“Listen, I love you a lot, but the kitchen isn’t your best friend. It's crazy how you can burn an empty pot.”

“Maybe you’re crazy,” you retort, arms crossed over your chest as you step closer to him, leaning against his desk in his office.

He keeps arguing with you, going back and forth, while pushing his chair back from the desk to make room for you.

“Whatever, Rhys. I don’t even need to cook when I can summon anything. It’s stupid, and you’re being unfair,” you mutter as you put your hands on his shoulders and plop down in his lap, subconsciously warming at the way he holds your waist and places one hand on your back to keep you steady.

He suppresses a smile, scratching the back of his head as he looks up at your pouting self. “You’re absolutely right, sweetheart. I don’t know what I was thinking. Of course, you’re an amazing chef,” he concedes, his tone laced with affection.

“Awww, come with me while I make you something,” you say, flashing him an oblivious smile.

“Oh! Um, you sure we shouldn't order something or..?” he asks nervously, his voice getting higher as he kisses you.

You slip out of his lap and hurry downstairs to plan his meal, assuring him not to worry about ordering anything and to just come down for his favorite meal.

“Dear Gods,” he whispers as he gets up, a mix of worry and fear in his voice.

ERIS

Eris had been stressed out for a few weeks now. Nothing you said seemed to make a difference.

He was dealing with his father’s death, ruling a new court as the heir, and inheriting the High Lord powers. Your heart ached for him. You wanted to be there for him, giving him hugs and words of encouragement, but you were not on that level yet

Today had been the most stressful day yet, resulting in him shutting down and locking himself up in his bedroom.

“Eris, are you okay? Can I please come in?” you knock gently on the wooden door, voice hushed and gentle.

After a few moments of silence, you hear him shuffling behind the door until he opens it very slightly.

He is shirtless, only in a pair of pants. You manage to catch a glimpse of his tired, amber eyes before he turns around to lie in his bed.

The room looks clinically clean, the only disturbance being Eris’s rugged appearance.

Without saying a word, you walk over to him and give him a hug. It’s a long, warm hug that tells him everything he doesn’t allow himself to hear: you’re there for him.

It takes a few moments for him to hug you back, but when he does, he wraps his arms tightly around your waist, bringing you into his lap.

Only after an hour of silence does he speak

“I feel like i’m stuck. These powers are killing me, the board is fucking annoying, the folk believe i’m wicked and cruel and i have no idea what to do about anything.”

He looks up at you with desperate eyes, “Do you believe I’m truly wicked?”

You shake your head in honesty. “No, honey. I have not met anyone as smart, kindhearted and brave as you. Others do not know you like I do but they should,” you whisper, hands going through his tussled hair. “You’ve been hiding behind your mask for too long, Eris. Let people see the real you.”

The room goes quiet, the only sound being the beating of your hearts.

Slowly his lips meet yours in a new and experimental kiss. He stares up at you with his pupils blown but before you can apologize and get off his lap, he kisses you again and locks his arm around you

“Thank you,” he whispers between heating kisses, “Thank you, beautiful.”

CASSIAN

“Hi there sugar, what can I do for you?” Cassian asks sweetly as he flicks your nose with his finger, happy that you ran into his office and immediately plopped down on his lap

“Can you fuck me?” you ask, frustrated with the lack of dick lately.

His eyes widen slightly at your words, then he slowly cracks a handsome smile. “Gods. How inappropriate of you,” he teases, the amusement clear in his voice.

His teasing almost makes you sob. This was totally NOT the time. You almost roll your eyes before realizing he will so not give in if you give him that

“Cassian, i’m begging you. I want, no- need to be fucked. Please, i’m losing hearing in my left ear,” you beg as you get closer and sit in his lap, rubbing your hands all over his chest

He looked incredibly good, almost unfairly so. Cassian’s jaw and chin had grown scruffy in a ruggedly masculine way that made him look older and even more attractive.

A week without seeing him had only heightened your weakness for his body, making you throb.

“Losing hearing? You must be really dying for me, huh? Alright then. I’ll let you ride,” he smirks at you while unbuckling his belt.

He finally fucking let’s you fuck, hitting spots that makes you go fuzzy brained.

You make him promise to never be gone again before going for another ride, satisfied when he breathlessly promises.

LUCIEN

There is not a bigger shit-talking couple in Prythian than you two

One look between you two is enough.

Someone’s being annoying? You share an annoyed glance. Someone’s being rude? You share a baffled glance. Something’s juicy’s happening? You share a glance that says you will so talk about it when you get home.

“— and he has the audacity to two-time her? He’s lucky to find even one person willing to date him,” you gossip, lounging in Lucien’s lap, your voice dripping with disbelief.

“You’re not going to believe this, but this isn’t his first time. He did that to Tamlin’s cousin too,” Lucien adds, his tone filled with incredulity.

“No way,” you gasp in disbelief, shaking your head as the gossip sinks in.

“Yeah, apparently this guy fucks around in all courts and cheats on anyone willing to stomach. What a fucking loser, honestly,” Lucien nods in agreement, disdain evident in his voice. “The sick bastard gets off on it.”

“That reminds me, guess what I heard about Rhys in Rita’s yeaterday,” Lucien prompts, leaning in with a sly grin, clearly ready to share some gossip.

“Some males and females were talking about Rhys, saying he's replaced Feyre with a clone,” Lucien whispers, his tone laced with disdain. “And get this— they think her transformation from human to fae is fake and that there is no way she could possibly be the mother of Nyx.”

“A clone? They’ll say anything these days,” you exclaim, raising an eyebrow incredulously.

“That's exactly what I'm saying! They're probably just making shit up out of thin air,” Lucien replies, nodding in agreement.

“I wouldn't put it past them,” you say, shaking your head as you reach for a biscuit, happy to be sitting and gossiping with your love.

AZRIEL

Azriel loves when you sit on his lap.

It makes him feel safe and relaxed knowing you're close to him.

It's something he does every day when he comes home - having you in his lap. Sometimes you both sit quietly, other times you talk or fuck or cuddle, depending on how you’re feeling.

Azriel especially likes the fuck part.

He loves the part where you sit on his lap while he works. If you’re good, he’ll bend you over his desk and fuck you. If not, he still fucks you but he does it with no mercy

He makes you sit on his dick and tells you not to move and inch or you will be edged for hours, not being allowed to cum once

Fucking torture is what it is honestly

“Stop moving around so much, i can’t focus.”

“Do you blame me? You’ve buried your dick in me, of course i’m moving. Maybe do something about that.”

He raises his eyebrows at your snarky comment. If it’s something he didn’t need today it was sass.

His day was quite shitty and all he needed was his sweet mate who would kiss away his problems and take his dick perfectly

Azriel smiled slightly as he put his pen down. He would take out his frustrations on you today.

“You want to be fucked? Let’s fuck,” he says in a low tone

In the end, all his papers are scattered, all pens on the floor.

He is relaxed and all smiley while you’re on death’s door💗

[f1goat]

roommates ; lando norris + part seven

In which you have to live with your brothers best friend who you really don't like, Lando Norris, and his many 'girlfriends' for a while, but there's always a thin line between love and hate.

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lando norris x fem!verstappen reader tw: smut & not proofread

You let out an annoyed grunt when you wake up for the second time that night. Lando is still pressed up against your body. It’s nice, you’re more then comfortable with him cuddling you like this, but still you can’t seem to fall asleep. Every time you think you’ve finally fallen asleep, you wake up only a bit of time later. Maybe it’s your thoughts who keep you awake. There did happen a lot tonight after all. You relive the earlier happenings. Every time you think about what happened between Lando and you, you feel yourself getting heated. 

Before you can relive every moment for the tenth time this night, Lando wakes up as well. You feel him move against your body. It’s hard to miss how his cock grinds over your ass. Fuck, you feel yourself getting even more bothered right now. Are you really getting aroused again just because of this? Then a thought pops up in your head, could it be that you’re still too horny to sleep? It happened to you before, so it wouldn’t surprise you now that you think about it. 

“Can’t sleep babygirl?” Lando asks you with a raspy voice. That’s not making things better. Since when can he sound this hot? 

“No,” you softly confirm. 

“Something that’s keeping you awake?” Lando continues to ask. 

You don’t reply verbally. It’s not like you can tell Lando that you’re still horny, right? And you’re not even sure about that being the problem, it can also be because of everything that happened. Your mind is a mess right now trying to progress everything from tonight. 

“Or do you want to sleep in your own bed?” Lando asks you a bit nervous. Maybe he shouldn’t have pushed you to sleep here. 

This time you’re fast to respond. “No,” you reassure him quickly, “I uh, I don’t know what’s keeping me awake.”

“Regret?” Lando continues to ask you. He feels nervous while waiting for your answer. What if you tell him that you regret what happened? 

In the mean time you’re thinking about what to say. Words are getting mixed up in your head. You don’t regret what happened and you need Lando to know that as well, but you do however wonder what will be the result of that. And then you’re still feeling horny, which isn’t helping as well. You want to tell Lando all of that, but when you open your mouth it’s just one word that leaves your tongue. 

“Horny.”

“Horny?” Lando asks you confused, “You can’t sleep because you’re horny?” 

After saying it already, you can’t do anything else then confirm it. Slowly you nod your head to show Lando that being horny is in fact your problem right now. You see a small grin forming on Lando his face. He seems to like this answer. 

“Oh babygirl,” Lando softly says, “Let me help you.”

“Please,” you beg. 

You add more power to your words, by throwing the blankets of and moving yourself closer to Lando. Unsure you take place on his lap. You feel his hardened boner pressing against your thighs. Lando lets out a low grunt. “The things you’re doing to me princess,” he groans. You grind yourself on Lando his lap. 

Lando tries to take you off his lap, but you deny him. “Let me make you feel good,” he mutters frustrated, but you just shake your head. “Babygirl,” he says with a stern voice. It almost works, but you hold your position in his lap. “I can’t do anything like this,” Lando adds.

“That’s the point,” you softly tell Lando, “This time I’m going make sure you feel good.” 

Lando doesn’t know what overcomes him. Fuck, you’re incredibly hot already and when you’re saying things like that it only makes you hotter. You hover above him, making sure his boner is lined up with your entrance, before coming down again. It’s way more intense then earlier, you feel his dick sliding inside of you. Not that it’s hard, you’re still wet from thinking about earlier tonight. 

“Fuck,” Lando whimpers, “You better wake me up for this a whole lot more.”

You don’t reply to his statement. For now you focus on riding Lando his cock and making it one of the best times out of his life. Something you believe you’re accomplishing, at least with how many moans are coming out of Lando is seems so. 

While looking at Lando, you increase your pace a bit. You can’t seam to tear your eyes off from Lando. He looks amazing like this. There’s some sort of carefree look on his face, he seems to be focused on the pleasure and nothing else right now. Of course, you have always found him hot, but now he seems even more beautiful. 

“Babygirl,” Lando moans, “I’m getting close.”

He lets his finger find your clitoris. Teasingly he circles onto it. It causes you to let out a moan. That only seems to motivate Lando to continue his movements, only this time he increases his pace. His other hand finds it’s way to your ass, harshly he takes it into his hand. All of this make sure that you’re getting closer to your orgasm as well. 

“Kiss me,” Lando grunts. You do what he says. Carefully you move your head down to make sure you can press your lips against Lando’s. He’s quick to react to your movements. Within seconds he is firmly kissing you back and sliding his tongue into your mouth. The two of you battle for dominance for a couple seconds, but Lando is quick to win again. He feels a moan from you vibrating against his lips. 

When you pull back from the kiss, it’s only to tell Lando how close you are. Instead of telling you to come, Lando does to opposite. 

“Ask me,” Lando instructs you, “Ask me if you can orgasm.”

You show Lando a surprised look. At first you want to tell him to fuck off, but when you start thinking about it a bit more, it starts to sound hot. Before you can react, Lando continues to talk to you. 

“Such a brat,” he whimpers while slowing down his movements on your clit, “Need you to be my brat.” 

You know that boys don’t mean things they say during sex, but you can’t help yourself and start to feel fluttered. You want nothing more then for Lando to mean everything he’s saying right now.

What you don’t know, is that Lando is one of the exceptions. He means every word of what he just told you. 

“Can I orgasm?” You shyly ask Lando. 

“No,” He answers, “Not like this, do your best.”

“Fuck,” you mutter, “Can I please orgasm Lan?”

“Better,” Lando praises you, “Come for me, my good girl.”

That’s all it takes for you to let go. Lando is quick to follow you. When you try to remove yourself from his body and also his dick, Lando pins you down against his chest. “No,” he softly mutters, “Just sleep like this.” It sounds insane, but within seconds you have fallen asleep on Lando his chest. 

The rest of the night you don’t wake up anymore. You’re sleeping rather peacefully.

The following morning, you have no idea how to start a conversation with Lando. Maybe because the both of you are still naked, maybe because his dick is hard again and makes your mouth water, or maybe because you have no idea how to confess your feelings to him. Not that you’re planning to confess, that would just be dumb. Lando is still a player.

When Lando wakes up, he barely feels different then you. The sight of your naked body on top of him, makes him aroused in no time. He knows that the two of you should talk, but for now he just wants to fuck you again. If you let him. 

“Good morning babygirl,” Lando softly murmurs to you. He toys a bit with your hair while waiting for you to respond. 

“Morning Lan,” you reply with a soft voice. You’re distracted already by Lando his raspy morning voice. That can’t be good. You know that you have to talk with Lando about what happened last night, because if you’re laying on him like this any longer you’d probably switch talking for sex. “I guess we have to talk?” You question him a bit nervous. 

“Depends,” Lando replies, “Do you want to talk?”

You don’t know what to answer. No you don’t want to talk, you want Lando to rail you until you can’t walk anymore. Although you guess that you’re already pretty close to that after last night. But you know that the two of you have to talk, otherwise this will turn into an even bigger mess.

“I guess we have to,” you tell him, “because I don’t know what will happen otherwise.”

Lando sighs softly. “How do you think about all of this?” He asks you curious. 

His question silences you again. Why is he only asking hard questions this morning? You haven’t even had the time to think about all of this. Maybe it would be smarter to take a moment for yourself and think everything over instead of already discussing everything. 

“I don’t know,” you confess. 

“Then let’s talk later,” Lando suggests. It humors you how he has the exact same idea as you. You show Lando a small smile and tell him that you agree with his idea. Lando presses a soft kiss against your cheek as answer. 

Would it be bad to have sex with him another time? Like, now.

Lando is doing everything in his power to stop himself from trying to have sex with you again. But when he notices the glance in your eyes and the way you bite your own lip, he almost loses it. He tries to calm himself down again, but when he feels your hands on his chest he knows that it has no use. 

“Babygirl,” he grunts, “If I were you I’d stop doing those things, because otherwise I’m going to fuck you so hard that you can’t walk for the rest of the day.”

You press a small kiss against the corner of his mouth before grinning. “What’s stopping you?” You ask Lando.

In no time you’re laying underneath him again. It’s not like this is helping your situation at all, but it feels a lot better then thinking about what’s happening between Lando and you.

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“Sooo,” you drag the word for as long as you can manage, to afraid to continue your sentence and what will happen after. When Lando doesn’t reply, you do however finish your sentence. “Let’s talk,” you suggest nervously. 

You have just gotten out of the shower. Finally you had some time to think about everything that happened. Not that it helped. You still have no idea how to continue now. It’s still unclear to you what you want. It’s scaring you that you feel attracted to Lando, in more then a physical way. It’s not like Lando wants a relationship with you. He’s a player. But, you need to know what you want as well. You can’t act like nothing happened between the two of you. You can’t act like you don’t want this to happen again. It’s unclear when you started having feelings for Lando, but in some weird way it feels like those feelings have been there forever. 

“Let’s talk,” Lando confirms. 

By saying those exact words, he leads the conversation back to you. Meaning you have to continue, to start the conversation that you’ve been dreading to do since this morning. You have no idea what to say. You don’t even know what you want. Suddenly a stressed feelings creeps up in your chest. 

“Uhm,” you try to start, but you’re quick to stutter. There’s no full word coming out of your mouth right now. “I uh,” you continue, “I really don’t know how to go on from this.” 

Lando is surprised by your words. After you told him it was a mistake last night, he expected the worst. So, this almost seems good. If it’s up to Lando you’re dating from now one, but he doesn’t think you want that was well. 

“You can make me your boyfriend,” he eventually jokes. It does sound like a joke. His voice is lighthearted and his tone is jokingly. However, it’s not. It’s another form of self defense. He’s not ready to be rejected by you. You almost scoff because of his ‘joke’. An annoyed glance is send in his direction. 

“I don’t think that’s what you want,” you sigh a bit annoyed. Lando almost asks you if it’s what you want, but he doesn’t dare to do so. “Look,” you continue to speak, “I don’t know how to go further from this. It’s not like I want to act if nothing happened, because I can’t simply forget about it. However, I have no clue how to act around you now.”

“Act the same as before,” Lando quickly states. 

He surprises you. His words always seem to get you by surprise. 

“What’s the same?” You ask Lando confused, “It’s not like I can have sex with you like yesterday whenever I feel like it.”

“Why not?” Lando questions you back, “If it’s up to me, you can. Just act however you want. I  also don’t want to forget about last night and this morning.” 

“How do you imagine this?” 

Lando picks his next words carefully. He doesn’t want you to think it’s just sex, but he also doesn’t want to scare you off. “What if we just explore this a bit?” Lando asks you. It’s the only thing he dares to ask you, but it’s better then nothing. 

“Explore what?” You question Lando, “The sex?”

“Not just that,” Lando quickly says, “We can explore us.” 

“Sounds vague,” you joke, “but also good.”

Lando lets out a relieved sigh. He didn’t even know he was holding in this much breath. He can’t believe that you’re okay with this. In the meantime you show him a small smile. Lando can’t help himself and moves closer towards you. Softly he presses a kiss against the corner of your mouth. It makes your smile grow.

“You’re cute,” Lando mutters more to himself then towards you. 

“Cute?” You ask surprised. That’s not a word someone used to describe you before. 

“So fucking cute,” Lando states.

In some weird way you can’t stop smiling after Lando said that. The two of you enjoy the short moment of silence. It’s Lando his phone who interrupts it. A thread of messages pops up on his screen. Without really meaning to do it, you read along with Lando. You read the messages coming from an unknown number. It’s a picture first. Lando doesn’t open the notifications. He doesn’t need to however. It’s pretty clear that it’s a nude. The messages underneath it tell you enough. 

Lando doesn’t look at you while opening the notifications. When you see the picture, it is indeed a nude photograph from a girl. She seems beautiful. Fuck. You can’t even say that you’re surprised. Lando barely told you that he wanted to explore this with you and he already has a nude from someone. It’s almost funny how stupid you are. 

Then Lando does something else that surprises you. He swipes on his phone and blocks the number. He throws his phone away from himself and focusses his attention on you. 

“Lando?” You ask softly. He nods at you, waiting to hear your question. “What exactly are we doing?” You continue to ask. 

“Exploring us,” Lando answers.

“What is us?” You question, “Us the friends with benefits?” 

“Whatever you want it to be,” Lando replies. 

“I don’t know,” you confess. 

“Let me know when you do know princess,” Lando chuckles.

“What do you want?” You ask him back. 

“Whatever you want,” Lando smiles, “but whatever it is, it’s exclusive. It’s only us.”

You show Lando another smile. Before you can tell him that exclusive sounds great, Lando is already talking about something else again. “Do you already have McLaren clothes?” He asks you. 

“Sorry?” You ask confused.

“Or even better, clothing from my line?”

“For what?” You ask even more confused.

“The race,” Lando states as if it’s the most logical answer. “I told you right? You’re coming to the race with me, so we’re leaving tomorrow. And if you’re coming with me, I want you to wear my clothes.”

Why are those words making you feel all hot and bothered? You should stress right now about packing, but in some weird way you’re only focused on Lando. In no time your lips are on his while you position yourself on his lap. 

This will be a good weekend.

“And,” Lando softly says after you pull back, “maybe after this weekend, you can tell me what we’re exploring exactly.”

You don’t answer to that. It’s not like you already know an answer. You focus your attention on Lando and making sure that he’s undressed in the next couple minutes.

a/n; let me know what you think!! <3

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[hopelesslydevoted2paige]

004. vicious

pairings: paige bueckers x fem singer!reader

word count: 409

warnings: mentions of hate comments, cursing (like once maybe)

su’s notes: this is kind of a filler chapter tbh my bad.. BUT WE GET A FLASHBACK CHAPTER NEXT YAY!! also maybe azzi should be a potential love interest? idk because i do have a plan for the future which involves another love interest but maybe it should just be azzi… idk guys let me know and enjoy this chapter

series masterlist

everyone thinks you’re an angel but shit, i would probably use different wording

You groaned to yourself, slamming your phone on top of your notebook and putting your head in your hands.

For the past 3 hours, you decided to get back to work and start writing songs for your next album. Though you found it pointless because who would like it if no one even liked you?

You posted a picture of yourself and the notebook on your instagram, only to get hated on by Paige’s fans and some of your own.

You just wanted to dig a very deep hole, crawl into it, and ask Azzi to put the dirt back on top of you.

Curious, you checked the comments of Paige’s new post. Sure enough, there were barely any hate comments. Everyone adoring the chemistry between her and her new girlfriend.

You manically laughed to yourself as you scrolled through their pictures, remembering the times where she would come to you with tears streaming down her face.

And to think that was just 8 months ago.

You started to overthink your past relationship. Did you guys take it too fast? Did you miss any signs? Or was she really just bound to get back with her the moment she showed interest again.

Azzi knocked on your open door, breaking you away from your thoughts. “You okay?”

You shrugged. “I guess.”

She sighs when she sees your phone screen. “You need to stop torturing yourself.” She walks over to the bed to turn it off.

You lean back, your head hitting the soft pillows. “I just don’t get how they’re actually on Paige’s side. Why are you even on my side? You’ve been friends with Paige since high school.”

Azzi crawled into the spot next to you and leaned back, mimicking your position as you both stared at the ceiling. “Maybe because I actually know what happened.” She turned her head to face you. “All these people are just assuming things about you, when no one knows what really happened. I bet Paige isn’t talking about it because she knows she’s gonna get so much shit for it.”

You laugh for the first time in days and turn to make eye contact with her. “Thanks for dealing with me this past month.”

Her cheeks flush slightly. “Of course. You’re kinda starting to annoy me though..” A grin forms on her face.

You glare playfully and grabbed the pillow next to you, hitting her in the face.

She gasps dramatically. “You’re so on!”

crush my heart and wreck my image, why you gotta be so vicious?

[reylwq]

⊹ | Forced Marriage - Kang Taehyun

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Title: Forced Marriage

Person: Kang Taehyun of Tomorrow X Together

Kang Taehyun x reader !!

POVfem

TW: NSFW, 18+, pet/cute nicknames (Babe, baby, princess, honey (?), sweetheart, etc.)

A/N: There will be NO r@p3/s3xu@11 abu5e/r@s1sm and etc that is problematic with those things!! ——— I hope I said everything? Maybe I also misspelled something by accident or my grabber was mixed up, then I’m sorry 😭 But I hope you will enjoy this story <3

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Taehyun is the CEO of his father’s famous and well known hotel. But of course, your own father, who’s a businessman, but also a childhood friend to Taehyun’s own father. This means both of them have known each other for the past 45 years? They are in their early 60s. A long time…

And of course, both Taehyun’s parents and your parents wanted a marriage between you and Taehyun. Listen; he’s a good looking guy, but, hell, his cold personality is not going to break though him, at least you won’t be the reason? Or maybe?

God, how long has it been since you moved in into a whole new house with Taehyun, your so-called-husband? 2 months? TWO?! oh, fuck…

You two really hate each other— okay, maybe not hate, hate is a strong word to use. But not liking each other, that’s for sure.

You kept getting annoyed at him, just leaving random stuff all over the house, throwing clothes, making a mess in the kitchen like an 8-year-old kid. And always so goddamn stubborn. Ugh.

But then the other way around, for Taehyun, he gets annoyed at you for just scolding him like he’s a kid; which he hates. Not only that, he married someone who he doesn’t want to, but of course it’s for the business’ sake.

But mostly, he gets annoyed that your so fucking sexy— woah? Wait? What?

Yes. Yeah, he does. But obviously, his stubborn little ass will never admit it. Even though, every time he sees you bend over to grab something from the floor, he gets that bent-over-ass-view for free. That shut only gets him hard. Fuck, he wished he could just straight up fuck you from behind. Hell, he can’t do that, right? Right.

. . . . .

Today, you and your friend were going to a club, just for the night— or maybe not? Maybe to just lift that mood up, since your friend just got broken up with her boyfriend of 2 years, just like, what? 3 days ago?

This just elf you to dress up more extra, or to be more exact, more revealing.

You put on your tight, very silky dress with the color of wine red. Your chest is very revealing, your ass being hugged by the fabric of the dress. And those thighs, hell, they be looking juicy. Fuck, you looked sexy as heck. That necklace made your neck look very kissable.

“And, where is my wife going in that dress?” The sarcasm leaving his mouth, sounding annoying to hear that sentence leaving his lips. But…he sounded a bit more weird than usual, to say at least.

You turned around and he was standing a few steps away from you, crossing his arms over his well-build chest muscles— and his beefy arms is something you can’t resist, but to look at. He looked very serious and just staring at you, almost eyeing you up and down, and you swore that if you blinked, you would’ve missed that very unnoticeable, yet an subtle smirk at the corner of his lip.

“At a club.” I scoffed. I grabbed my keys and was about to open the front door, to leave.

“A club, with that dress? I don’t think so.” He scoffed back. He stepped closer to you, then suddenly grabbing your wrist, a possessive glint in his eyes.

“We are supposed to be married. You can’t go around dressed like that.” He spoke in a low, commanding tone, one that couldn’t be ignored.

You just sighed— what’s wrong with him?

“Tsk, just stop talking. Don’t tell me what I can or can’t do.” I muttered as I grabbed the keys, opening the front door and left the house with an aggressive slam— not too hard, though. But still.

Once you left, Taehyun’s expression soured. He cursed softly, his hands gripping the pillow in the couch, tightly.

“Fucking stubborn brat.” He growled to himself, knowing there was no way he could force you to change your mind. But the thought of you in that right and revealing dress, out there in the club, with other men…

He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy deep within him. He’d never admit it, but he couldn’t stand the thought if you with someone else. This was the one thing that made him question his stoic nature.

. . . . .

Later that night, as you returned back home, exhausted from the night’s event, Taehyun was waiting for you— it surprised you.

“Did you have fun?” His voice was cold, but his eyes seemed to betrayed a hint of curiosity.

“Hm? Well…I guess so?”I mumbled as I took my heels off by the entrance, my feet hurting me as hell.

I looked at him; I wasn’t drunk at all, just tried as hell.

"Good." Taehyun nodded, not breaking eye contact, studying you intently. He could see the exhaustion on your face, and for some reason, it made him happy. You belonged to him, and only him.

"Go to sleep, y/n." He commanded, a bit of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

I rolled my eyes. Why does he have to act like that, it just get me in my nerves for some reason.

“Tch…” I scoffed as I walked inside the bathroom to take a warm shower, just washing of the damn alcohol smell that my friend accidentally spilled over, mixed up with my sweat.

He watched you leave, his eyes following the sway of your hips. It was a sight that always left him wanting more. Once you were out of sight, Taehyun let out a deep breath.

"Damn it, Taehyun..." He muttered to himself, shaking his head. He knew you were a prize he shouldn't want, and yet, he was becoming more and more consumed by you.

It was just a matter of time before his feelings for you would be impossible to hide, and he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, you washed off the night's makeup, trying to forget the crude advances from the men at the club. As you got out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, you saw Taehyun in the bedroom, waiting for you.

"Come to bed, princess ." His voice was no longer cold, but rather, it had a seductive tone, a tone that made your heart beat a little faster.

I sighed, something was off with him. I just walked to the bedroom but I grabbed my panties and pajamas from my closet.

Taehyun watched you, his eyes never leaving your body as you moved. Once you had your clothes, you turned away from him, but he spoke before you could reach the privacy of the bathroom.

"Don't bother changing." He commanded, a clear hunger in his voice. You hesitated, glancing back at him over your shoulder.

"Why not?" I asked, confused. Taehyun's lips curved into a predatory smile.

"Because I want to see every inch of you, before you hide from me." His eyes were intense, leaving you breathless. You hesitated for a moment, but before you could reply, he was already walking towards you, his hunger for you growing stronger with each step.

Your heartbeat quickened, and your breathing grew shallow as Taehyun closed the distance. He reached for the towel, pulling it away from your body with a gentle yet assertive touch.

Exposed, you felt vulnerable, but also aroused, your nipples hardening in response to his intense gaze. Taehyun trailed his fingers down your arm, his touch sending shivers through your body.

"You're mine," he whispered, his voice low and seductive. "And I'll make sure you're never left wanting." His lips met yours, the kiss hungry and demanding. His hands roamed over your body, cupping your breasts, teasing your nipples, while the other hand slipped between your legs, finding your wetness.

"You want this, don't you?" he growled against your lips. "You want me, my wife." You nodded, biting your lip, unable to find your voice as he guided you to the bed, positioning you on all fours. He entered you roughly, filling you completely.

You gripped into the sheets so goddamn hard and tightly, that you never knew you could grip into something like that. Your face was facing the mattress of the bed as you moan.

“Oh fuck, Taehyun…” you breathed out. You felt the pain, probably because you have never had sex before. His thrusts were fast and deep.

Each moan you let out only fueled Taehyun's lust, pushing him to go even harder. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he dominated you completely.

“T-taehyun…it’s hurts…” I managed to somehow breathe it out. My voice had this shaky sound when I said it. I was gripping the sheets so tightly and it was so uncomfortable.

Taehyun slowed down when he heard my voice. He got concerned about you as he pulled out of you and turned you around on your back.

“Are you okay, y/n?!” He said under his heavy breathing. He looked very concerned— no, his eyes looked straight up worried for me.

I felt blush crawling up in my face out of embarrassment, I felt like an idiot for some reason. God, why do I have to act this way?

Taehyun saw your flustered face and softly smiled as he moved your hair away from your face and hovers over you.

“Princess, you okay?” He spoke so softly, something about this tone and demeanor made my heart skipping beats. He slowly caressed my right cheek. And the way he called me princess, oh god.

“…it hurts…” I whispered, almost mumbling and just feeling completely embarrassed.

“Do you want to try another way? Do you want me to stop- I can stop!” He whispered back, matching my tone. He kept caressing my cheek.

“No…no…I want this. It’s just- I-” I stammered, feeling more humiliated than embarrassed. It’s just in my head…

He smiles at you. Something about his smile…it was a genuine smile, a smile to show comfort, it just made my face get redder and redder.

“Let’s try this way then…I will be gently with you, okay? And if it hurts, tell me to stop and I will stop, okay baby?” The softness and the warmth in his voice made me feel less embarrassed.

The way he even called me baby, it made me feel safe in his arms.

He started to his me, his lips were so warm, so soft, so sweet and tender. His kisses was very passionate. You couldn’t help but lift your hand up to the nape of his neck and just kissing him back, while he’s hovering over you, his body weight being pressed over your body, but his holding a bit to not put his whole weight on you.

Taehyun moved down to your neck and gave you sweet and affectionate kisses. Giving you small love bites and sucking on your skin.

You couldn’t help but let out a gasp when his warm breathe was tickling your neck while giving you love bites and kisses on your soft skin.

He was trying to find your sensitive spot on your neck, to find it and make you squirm beneath him.

“Your taste so good, babygirl…” he mumbled very quietly under his breathe between the kissed, making his warm breathe tickling over again over your skin.

He hummed a but, making it have a small vibration sensation for a quick second. His hands roaming on your sides. That’s until you let out another gasp— he find your spot in your neck.

His hand finding it’s way to your breast and starts massaging it, which made you shiver. You let out a soft and a low moan.

You swore you felt a smirk speeding across his lips in the kisses. It gave you another wave of shivers.

“Mmm, baby…I wanna want you moan…” he whispered as he started kissing down your collarbone, then down to you nipple.

You squirmed a little bit, beneath him. You bit into your lips, just to not moan. But it felt so good.

“Don’t hold it, princess…” he whispered, his voice dropped to lowest, which sent you a millions of butterflies in your stomach. And you let out a moan when he started to suck on your breast and your nipple.

He took his sweet time by sucking with your nipple, and his left hand was massaging your other breast.

He started to kiss you lower and lower, kissing you stomach until he moved all the way down and he glanced up at him, to see if you will let him, if you enjoy this; and you did.

His lips hovered just above your clit. “So wet…” his tone dropped…he gave a kiss on your pussy, it made you let out a small, subtly moan.

He started to lick and flickering his tongue over your clit. Oh shit, oh shit.

That man has a good grip of your thighs and caressing as he kept flickering his tongue on your clit. That sent you a wave of pleasure. You let out a few moans— buckling your hips a bit upwards as a reaction.

“P-please…please…” you breathed out as you rolled your head back and your hand worked by itself— it find itself on top of his head, gently gripping onto his hair.

Taehyun glanced up, “please what, baby…?” He said in a seductive tone. He grinned and just went back to lick your clit.

“Don’t stop, please…” I moaned it out as my grip onto his hair tightened. It felt so good, too good. My back was arching upwards and I felt getting closer to my orgasm.

He sensed and knew you were close, so his finger find itself pushing inside of you. You barely felt that king finger entering you. But oh god, that felt heavenly.

"I'm going to make you come, y/n," he promised, his voice thick with emotion. "You're mine, and I'll give you everything you need."

His pace increased, and the tenderness turned back into urgency, but there was still a softness in his gaze, a feeling that he cared for you, that he needed you as much as you needed him.

As he was both licking your clit and finger fucking you, he pulled in his ring finger; two fingers are inside of you. You couldn’t help but moan in pleasure.

You heard him moan against your pussy and he looked like he was almost talking to himself, “oh, fuck yes..” he mumbles.

You looked down at him, you saw his hand movement; on his other free hand. He was stroking himself.

I moaned, he hit the spot with his finger and I was so close to cum. And he knew I was, based on how my hips buckled upwards and legs shaking subtly.

Suddenly, Taehyun stopped, pulling his fingers out and lifting up his head. Positioning himself between your legs.

“So beautiful…” he breathed out, more like a very hungry tone in his voice and eyes. That man looks like he can eat you up in a second.

A moan escaped me once he pushed his throbbing cock, searching and pegging for release. “Fuck…” the word just left my lips.

He started off slowly, looking at me, searching for any signs of me being in pain. “So tight…so fucking tight, princess” he moaned out.

The grip you had into that sheet was something you didn’t realize at all. You were in occupied with the pleasure your body was washing you over with. “M-more…” the pleading in your voice was making Taehyun grin.

“You want more, my princess?” He asked, his breath was uneven. “Show me how much of that more is.” He whispered into your ear as he grabbed you arms and pulled you upward, pulling your body toward him.

“Ride me. Show me how much you want me, how much of that more is.” Oh fuck, something about his voice just turned me on like a gasoline setting on fire in just less than a second.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, your elbows resting on his shoulder, closer the nape of his neck. You have never had sex with anyone, meaning you never had rode a damn dick. But fuck it, your body was working on its own, it has its own little brain.

His hands roaming your sides, stopped by your hips and helped you out. You started moving up and down, very slowly, just to feel it.

“Mm…just like that, baby” he whispered as he captured my nipple with his mouth and started licking it, kissing it, sucking on it, gosh…

The pleasure you had in you, you just wanted to explore it more. You. Want. More. You started riding him faster, it was clear that you were in need.

His moan left his mouth, something about hearing his moan, it was making me wanna do things to him, thing I have never done.

“Just like that, my pretty girl” oh, oh, that’s it; you literally used all of your energy into this, you peak was starting to build up, you rode him faster, that’s the fastest you can go.

The hips of his, they buckled upwards as another moan escaped his mouth. His head, he doesn’t know if he wanna suck your tits or jerk his head back.

Moans left my mouth, we are moth getting closer to reach out damn orgasms. He’s staring at my breast bouncing along with my up and down movements. He looked at my pleasure that was written all over my face.

Fuck, your so close. “Tae- I’m…” I breathed out, totally lost, my brain is foggy. “You’re close.” He finished your unfinished sentence.

Your legs are shaking, your knees are getting weak, so close, so close…

“Cum for me, baby…” he demanded you, yet it sounded like his pleading you to do so. You just let out your moans, panting like an animal, you wish you could do more than this, but you can’t.

With one swift motion, he pushed you down on your back, making you let out a small yelp. He positioned himself between your legs and started to fuck you.

You don’t know what went though you but you moaned out his name like your life depended on it. That gave Taehyun shivers down his spine. His brain was spinning, getting foggy, hell, probably seeing starts too.

“Fuck, y/n! I’m gonna…cum…” he panted it out. “You want me to cum in you, huh?” His voice was leaning more against the teasing side, yet he sounded serious, which he was.

“Please…p-please do it…” your voice was barely audible, your legs hugging just about his hips so tightly, pushing him deeper inside of you.

“Fuck…you’re making me cum,” he said that, straight into your ear and started kissing your jaw and neck. He looked at you in the eyes, your eyes rolling back. This felt like you were sent to heaven.

He used his last energy to fuck you hard and fast, you’re moaning like an animal in the wild and he’s just there whimpering along with a few moans, right into you ear.

He captured your lips with his, kissing you, slipping in his tongue. Both of you moaning into each other mouths. “I’m gonna cum, my pretty…”

With an exaggerated moan from him, he spilled his seed inside of you, “oh, fuck…fuck” he cursed under his breathe, he didn’t stop, he wanted to see you cum for him. “Cum for me, baby.”

Your moans filling the room, the moistest sound of your wetness and his seed together was playing in your ears.

If swore you either saw white OR black washing over your eyes as I reached your orgasm. This was something you have never experienced before, hell, you thought you passed out for a second as you squirted. squirted? Yeah, you squirted for the first time of your life, neither did you know you could’ve done that with your own body.

A gasp escaped Taehyun’s mouth as you wet his cock, his hot abs and even the damn bed. “Mmm…just like that, princess.” He collapsed on top of you as both of you panted.

His hand reached to move a stand if your hair from your face and gave you a kiss on your forehead. “So pretty…” he whispered.

[fortunatelyenchantingtaco]

Get in loser, we are reconstructing canon. Sukugo style💫

Ok so just for preface, I do allow people to use these concept with a tiny caviat to credit me and send it to me cause i really wanna see it ok ok we good. As long as you tag me use them however you want, those are fun pieces of worldbuilding I don’t think i have the resources to fully write but they do be fun and i would be really happy if someone adopted them. Gonna add more here as they come but we have two on the agenda:

1. Gojo hopping different universes until he finds one with Sukuna and Suguru classmates and now he’s too stunned to kill anyone. Also Megumi following him through the universes

2. We are reconstructing Gojo, losers, he never went to Jujutsu High, he’s a cold and serious head of Gojo clan, and now they have to work together with Sukuna because Sukuna has been sealed and Gojo is the only one who hears him

1) Sudden attacks are not common on the school’s grounds, and Sukuna has been pretty confident that he knew everyone who could threated him. He didn’t account for one white haired man dropping from nowhere and blasting him before stopping in the air and just staring at them. Geto’s curses cant even touch him, and Sukuna needs to figure out his technique before cutting him. They’re locked in a stalemate, before the man finaly blinks.

“That’s weird. What’s Ryomen Sukuna doing here?” Ryomen, he says, like an insult, as if thats his name, sukuna grits his teeth and sends another slash that the man easily block, eyes wide open, but looking at Geto, as if waiting for his specific answer.

“Who are you? If anyone’s not supposed to be here, then it’s the man attacking teachers.”

“Teachers,” the man echoes before giving them a lookover and his eyes finally slid onto Sukuna, squinting. They’re bright, like flashlights, and Sukuna is deeply happy none of the students are here right now. “Huh. Do you not know me? And Sukuna is your buddy? That’s new,” he muses before rubbing his temples. His eyes bleed red before instantly healing back and he wuickly wipes it away. “Oh. I dont exist here,” he says quietly before dissapearing again.

What the fuck.

“Do we have any idea who that was? He was strong,” he asks Geto a couple of days later, lying on the couch in the schools lounge. “Too strong,” Sukuna muses. “Has anyone said anything about an identified sorcerer?”

“Gojo clan has declared they’re having a succession ceremony soon, but it was a long time coming.” Yaga interrupts and sighs deeply before pouring himself coffee and giving another one to Suguru.

“Timing’s too suspicious.” Sukuna says.

Once again, a presence interrupts them, appearing out of nowhere. Those techniques are so different than what Uraume uses it grates on Sukuna’s teeth, has him battle ready in a second. But it’s a different man now, it’s— it’s Megumi.

“Huh,” he says, distincly different. Older, his brain supplies, with a much heavier presence on him and shadows licking at his feet. He steeped out of them. Can he do that? “You’re alive. And here. Was Satoru here?” He asks.

“Who?”

“You know, Satoru Gojo? The Strongest? Annoying, tall, white hair, kirby blue eyes? I was sure he stopped here, but you’re alive,” he hums. “Are you guys teachers? Must have stunned him enough to finally stop.”

“Who are you two? What the fuck? He’s a Gojo?”

“Ah, he was here,” Megumi nods sagely. “I’m just here for him, don’t worry. He escaped the Prison Realm, but he’s… not fully here. I’m trying to fix that.”

***

2. “Itadori Sukuna was sealed!” Yuuji acreams at the top of his lungs and Satoru, who had just arrived in Shibuya, rubs his temple. He’s not even supposed to be here, this is the school’s mess, but it seems giving money isn’t enough of a contribution. He’s here mostly just because Megumi, the little shit, decided he’s too cool to be homeschooled and now Satoru’s forced to be here alogside Yuuta, or Tsumiki is going to have his head on a spike. He solely regrets whatever Ai taught her.

“Oh, that’s bad,” Yuuta trembles, gripping his katana tightly and Satoru rolls his eyes before tugging on his ear. “Ow!”

“You’re a Special grade, Yuuta,” he clicks his tongue before scrunching his face and styling the boy’s hear and unruly bangs on the side, and also puffing up his collar. Looks are important! Zen’ins are here and he’s not letting his wards appear weak. Yuuta pouts but stays put, the good kid. “You’re more than capable, and frankly all of us here is a bit of an overkill. Now off you go! Inumaki’s group shoulld be ahead and I’m going to give Megumi a piece of my mind.”

“He did what he thought was right,” he immediately defends the boy and Satoru rolls his eyes. Megumi has been thinking with his dick ever since he met Itadori junior.

“Yeah, yeah, off you go,” he nods before promtly running away and Satoru sighs.

“Strongest, my ass,” he grumbles, before tracking the Itadori boy. Megumi can’t be far behind.

“Watch your tongue,” a hiss rings out and Satoru freezes. There isn’t anyone here, the Six Eyes are quiet, so what is this.

“Who is that?”

“Oh, you can hear me, Gojo? Then I’m still the strongest,” the voice growls and ow.

“How the fuck are you talking from the Prison Realm, Sukuna?” He looks around, but there is no one here, no Sukuna and absolutely no artifacts near him. What is this?

“Have no idea, pretty face. Can only see you from here,” this is way too personal and friendly, in Satoru’s opinion. Pretty face, really?

“I’m going to get my unruly kid and then you tell me how in the hell you got sealed, Itadori.”

[riverwritez]

movie night (with the boys).

a/n: hello! I’m river (or Lilly) and I’ve written like one thing on here and plan on writing more so! It’s nice to meet you all and I hope you enjoy this and what’s to come. Also be nice, I’m really rusty with writing.

warnings: fluff, I think that’s all.

edited: a little tiny bit

matt x fem!reader.

With the boys schedule being jam packed with various different meetings, events and video plans- you and Matt rarely found time to be together besides late at night when he came home, and early mornings when you woke up for work. Especially with Nate being in town, alone time was scarce.

But you and Matt finally found a sliver of time that you guys could have a small date at the house. Just a simple movie night with snacks, and neither of you complained, just wanting to be with the other for as long as they could.

“Ok, your pick tonight, what movie are we watching?” Matt asked as he jumped over the back of the couch and settled next to you, arm around your shoulders as you placed your head on his chest.

You tapped your chin as you thought for a moment, smiling as you looked up at the man next to you. “Tangled!”

Matt shook his head as he laughed. You always chose Tangled if the offer was on the table and he never complained, finding a sense of comfort from the movie ever since you two got together.

As Matt turned the movie on, and you both got comfortable with a bowl of popcorn next to Matt and various other snacks and drinks on the table, you both heard the front door swing open.

“No dude, you definitely cheated! I would’ve won both rounds if you didn’t do the stupid granny.” Chris complained as Nate and Nick followed behind him, scoffing and arguing back at the claim.

Matt groaned as he ran a hand down his face, annoyed at the intrusion and the fact that the group obviously didn’t listen to his pleads. “Oh my fucking- Can you guys be quiet or go somewhere else? I specifically told you guys to stay out so we could have a movie night!” Matt exclaimed as the three men stood in the living room, looking at the two of you together.

“Sorry, but we can’t bowl all night, plus Nick was bored so we just got a Uber back here.” Nate explained as he walked behind Matt and looked at the screen. “Ooh! You’re watching-“

“Tangled! Oh my god!” Chris said, rushing over to the other side of the couch, grabbing a blanket and getting comfy, already having his shoes off and eyes glued to the screen. You shook your head as you laughed at him, Nick soon invested as well as he sat down next to you and stole some of your blanket. Nate shook his head as he went to the fridge and got a Pepsi for himself and Chris.

“Ok, nice seeing you guys, now leave. This isn’t “date night plus the guys!”, this is date night with me and my beautiful girlfriend! Now fuck off!” Matt hissed out as Chris nodded along, yet not making eye contact once as for his eyes were still connected to the screen in front of him.

“But you have pizza! And plus i bet y/n doesn’t mind, right?” Nate asked after as he looked at you with wide eyes, full of hesitation and hope, slowly grabbing a piece of pizza from the box on the table.

Laughing at the situation, you shook your head as you leant into Matt’s embrace more. “The more the merrier!”

“Thank god, I’m already comfortable and I forgot how good this movie was.” Nick said as he leaned onto you for support as he grabbed chocolate that was already on the table.

Sighing, Matt buried his face into your neck, whining in annoyance as his brothers and best friend sat in the room, interrupting something he specifically told them not to.

“Love? what’s wrong?” You whispered at him, rubbing the back of his head as he nuzzled deeper into your neck and wrapped you up tighter in his embrace.

“I’m sorry. This isn’t how this was supposed to go. It was supposed to be only us, but these idiots always need to be involved with whatever the others have going on.” Matt whispered to you, placing a gentle kiss on your jaw as you smiled down at him.

“It’s ok baby, I promise. As long as you’re here, I’m good. They’re fun to have around…. when their not being annoying-“

“I heard that!” Chris commented, his eyes never leaving the colorful screen as the animated movie continued.

“She isn’t wrong.” Nick added, offering you a piece of chocolate you politely declined.

Matt sighed once again, and took in the scene. His younger brother on the edge of his seat, intrigued with a movie he’s seen how many times with his best friend next to him. The oldest leaning against you as he snacked on chocolate and made little comments at how hot Flynn was, which made all of you roll your eyes at one point. And finally you, snuggled up under the blanket with him, drowning in his hoodie you had slipped on earlier while he held you tightly.

Sighing, Matt melted into the couch cushions and placed a kiss on your head, accepting what has become of the date he planned.

“I guess this isn’t too bad.”

[fanofthelamb]

As an update to the kissing booth for anyone keeping track:

Asks are closed! They have been for a hot minute but just a gentle reminder! (They have been as of Jun 3 anything past that date is not being answered.)

21 submissions have been done. 6 submissions + 1 comic related ask are left (if i counted correctly.)

You're always free to ask about where you are in the queue or if you're even in it! It doesn't bother me and know if you didn't make the queue it's nothing personal and I wasn't annoyed or anything when I saw your submission come in. I love seeing everyone's designs!!

If you really, really, REALLY want to kiss my nari... You can send in an ask. Just dont make it kissing booth related or I'll delete it.

Also asks in general (BUT NOT FOR THE BOOTH) are still open too! Even though I'm not accepting asks about the booth anymore, you're always free to drop in my inbox!!

If you already have been in my inbox and been answered... Just know. I am thinking about you all. Once I free myself up of these projects a little bit. I will come for you all via inbox. (/affectionate)

Sorry it's taken so long to answer everyone!! orz I did not think this would blow up the way it did. I am so happy you all love it all so much!! After I finish the asks I'll make the comic wrapping this all up!!

Asks I am not answering HAVE been deleted, so if you find out you're not in the queue and still wanna kiss, please resubmitt. orz thank u,,,

Hell you don't even need to send a kissing ask. if you wanna just show off ur designs or anything to me, send me an ask or a message or even just tag me in ur posts. I don't think it'll get to that point but if you're ever finding yourself having a hankering for fanart of ur lil guys... I'm here. As long as you're 18+ and not a proshipper/support em. that's kinda like, my only 2 rules?

Anyway, back to the grind stone. I have comics, ask submissions, unfinished paintings, comics, headcannons, and a little side project called Beyond the Grove I need to be working on...

[fizziepopangel]

"Ain't the Romantic Type"

* Author's note: Heyyyyyy everyone! I'm back with another fic, and let me just say that I'm really excited about this one because I'm honestly pretty proud of it. I hope everyone enjoys it as much as I do!

p.s. As always, you can always use the Fic Request Form to request something specific, and be sure to keep an eye out for part two of this fic since it'll be coming soon!😋❤️

“He just ain't the romantic type….” The words rang in Husk's mind as he stood in front of the mirror in Angel's room, adjusting his jacket for what he knew must've been the millionth time. He felt ridiculous; he hadn't been dressed up like this since he sold his soul, and after having gotten used to his usual attire, it felt wrong for him to be all dressed up.

Lost in his reflection, he almost hadn’t noticed Fat Nuggets by his feet with a worried expression. “Oink!" Fat Nuggets bumped his head gently against the hell cat's leg.

"What's wrong?” Husk stared at the pig, who didn't do much but stare back at him. "Don't look at me like that! You think I don't know I look fuckin’ ridiculous. I know it!” The pig snorted softly, bumping Husk’s leg again. " Look, I ain't got time for your pig crap right now, Angel’s gonna be back soon and I gotta make sure everything is perfect so… I don't know, go do whatever it is pigs do.”

Rather than leaving, the little pig sat down, oinking and snorting again. Husk groaned, annoyed as he leaned down to look at the little creature.  “Look, I’m gonna level with you, Nuggets, I gotta do this for Angel. Ok, so I need you to shut up and be supportive.” When the pig just stared at him, oinking in a way that sounded like he was almost annoyed himself. “He deserves this, right? You know he deserves this so just behave yourself tonight.”

Before the pig could make his oink-y little argument, the pair heard the keys jingle in the door. Husk immediately straightened up, fixing his nice jacket again and grabbing the bouquet of flowers he’d left on the coffee table beside the nice meal he had prepared for them, taking his place in front of the door quickly and putting on a smile just in time to see Angel open his door.

Angel steps into his room looking ragged, his bag from the club in his hand. It had been a shitm night, filled with more abuse from Valentino than usual, and a mess of men who did horrible things to him. He just wanted to go home and wash off the blur of the night before curling up in bed and hopefully getting some sleep… But as he turned around, he was met with Husk, smiling in his dress jacket with a bouquet of pink red and pink roses as he stood in front of a nice little candlelit meal on the coffee table. Angel stared at the sight in front of him, his lip trembling before tears began streaming down his face.

Husk was thrilled at first, his pride swelling until he realized that those tears were turning to sobs as he watched as his boyfriend sank to his knees in front of him. The proud smile he wore just moments before quickly turned to a look of horror.

 

“Angel? Babe, what’s wrong?” Husk did his best to keep the panic out of his voice, but he was terrified. He had talked to the sappiest person he knew (Charlie of course), and he had done hours of research online to make this night as romantic and perfect as he could, and as he glanced back at the scene he had set behind him, worried. “Did I do something wrong? Is…is this not romantic enough?”

Sobbing was the only response Husk got.

Fat Nuggets squealed and oinked, running to his owner and nuzzling into him in an attempt to comfort him.

“I can’t do this!” Angel sobbed raggedly. “I can’t, I can’t, I cant!”

Husk’s heart nearly stopped at the words. He and Angel had been dating for nearly a year and a half and he had thought everything was going well; decent dates, good sex, and amazing conversations and he had been trying his damndest not to fuck this up because he always seemed to fuck up the good relationships he landed himself in; always ended up hurting good people…. He took a breath, trying to keep himself from sinking deeper into that pit of panic. He knew he wouldn’t be any good to Angel if he started spiraling too.

“Angelcakes?” Husk’s gruff voice is gentler than he usually spoke, though it still shook slightly as he took a step toward his sobbing partner, a hand outstretched in an offering of comfort. “Angelcakes, baby, can you–”

“Don’t fucking touch me!” The scream that ripped from Angel’s throat was almost guttural and he scrambled away from his boyfriend’s touch, recoiling as if he were disgusted by the thought of being in his arms despite the spider demon’s usual love for physical affection. 

In an act of defense, Fat Nuggets placed himself in front of his beloved owner, staring at Husk as if daring him to come closer… But Husk just stood there, frozen as his boyfriend cowered away from him, trembling and sobbing so hard he could hardly breath. And that the scene everyone walked into when Vaggie slammed the door open….

[lover-of-mine]

Tell me if I'm crazy. But as a Buddie forever girl. I warmed up to Taylor in the sense that after her actions with Bobby ext, there was an actual redemption era. We saw her back story. We saw her doing Covid. We saw her being Bucks friend. We saw her with Bobby. We saw her with the Diaz family. Would I have accepted her end game? Well fuck no. BUddie will be on my gravestone.

So why do BT shippers think I need to accept Tommy. TBH is earlier actions were, in fact, far worse than Taylors. He has been on screen maybe 5 times. I haven't seen him actually do anything to have a redemption arc. It seems Hen and Chim have to do the heavy lifting to make it seem like he wasn't a jerk. I mean I will forever be annoyed he left buck stranded. Tell me you wouldn't be annoyed if your BFF called you admitting someone left you behind any where because they were annoyed at you for any reason. But especially because you were still in the closet.

Like why should I give him more mercy than Taylor just because he has a dick.

*deep breath* oh wow I'm really about to publicly defend Taylor Kelly and the validity of bucktaylor? Dear God, how the times have changed *distressed chuckle*

Okay, the thing with Taylor is that they established a friendship before putting her with Buck romantically. We all knew it was gonna go there, and at the end of season 4, like it or not Taylor had a fighting chance. Because the thing is, they brought Taylor in s2, and she is supposed to be this distorted female Buck 1.0 to push Buck into action. She's unapologetic and she comes out as not caring for anything but herself, BUT her reintroduction to us, includes humanizing her. She has an extreme reaction because Buck was using her and she thought he cared and she has a deeply relatable reaction to the covid thing. This means that along with her still being sharp and unapologetic, we see her have a softer, dare I say even as caring as she can be, side before they get together. So Taylor could be a nice presence in Buck's life, she calls him out on his bullshit, she indulges him in his shenanigans, she freaks out because Buck might be hurt, and we establish that before they are officially romantically involved. So we witness Taylor open up to Buck during 4b, and that means that, if they wanted to, they could've kept that energy going and make her a decent match for Buck. A Taylor who cares about Buck as much as she cares about the truth, is a decent match for him (would that be better than buddie? No, but it wouldn't be a worst case scenario either). They could've been a nice golden retriever/black cat thing, and their friendship could've also been interesting if they had kept that evolving and didn't stumble them into a relationship. So when we contain bucktaylor to s2 and 4 and the 6 episodes Taylor's in, she was presented as someone who didn't care about a lot besides her own gain and evolved into someone who cared about Buck as much as she could. The key difference between bts here is the way they established a bond between Buck and Taylor before getting them together. Season 5 keeps throwing rocks at their relationship because they can't figure out how to love each other but they are trying. Even moments where Taylor comes out as dismissive, like her reaction to Buck being worried the team hates him for Chim leaving actually ends with her validating his feelings in the only way she can with the breakfast. They end up being terrible for each other because Buck cares too much and she can't match that. But it's not for lack of effort. We see the effort. In her own way, Taylor tries. Does she end up being the thing she tried to protect Buck from? Yes. But that conversation with Lucy during mayday shows a real understanding of Buck. She was trying. The fact that the way they love is incompatible doesn't negate that, it just shows that they are bad as a couple. Buck needs something she couldn't deliver. And Buck couldn't accept that. And they shouldn't, there's compromise and there's fundamentally changing who they are as a person, which in the end was what would be necessary for them to work as a couple.

Tommy, on the other hand, since the show wanted Buck being bi to be the 100 episode event, he didn't have time to establish himself in Buck's life before. And then there was no effort after. And we can scream reduced season all we want but if they did it with Taylor in 4 episodes, they could've done it with Tommy in 6. Season 4 was also reduced. And it had Jinx and Treasure Hunt. And let's face if they can write a reporter into the plot, why couldn't they write a firefighter? But ignoring that, we are being explicitly shown a lack of effort. The show decided that gay excuses complacency, which is their prerogative, but when applied to Buck they are making choices, the outfit thing is one thing, not being at the hospital is another. I will give Tommy a "pass" for walking out on Buck, Buck shoved him back in the closet, he had every right to be upset, BUT he also could've communicated that better without deciding Buck is not ready and only telling Buck he's leaving when he's already in the car. And the "I didn't want to pressure you" excuse you was bullshit. But again, lack of effort. Comparing to Taylor again, Taylor heard a firefighter had been injured and she raced to the hospital because she couldn't reach Buck. She's actually a steading person for Buck in that moment, she understands what Eddie being injured means for Buck, she talks to him, she offers to drive him (dear God I'm letting Taylor Kelly set the bar), so the contrast that actually exists here is in the level of effort in understanding Buck and trying to provide him with what he needs. The thing that bothers me most with bt is actually the lack of casual intimacy. I was talking to a friend yesterday about this and it all comes down to the way the show had moments where they could write that in and chose not to. Things like not warning Buck his face is dirty or even helping Buck clean it once the scene had served its purpose, not dressing up, not being at the hospital, not even offering Buck a comforting hand on top of his at the table during that dinner. It makes me not want to be invested in the relationship because it lacks effort. I'm not in the mood to lower my standards for him. Taylor wasn't perfect under any standards and with the way the relationship evolved I wanted her as far away from Buck as possible, but she always came back, that willingness to try and get things to work is a key difference. No matter what they do Buck is the main character, and like you said, it feels like having my best friend call me about someone who's a parade of red flags that he's too blind to see and I just have to smile and nod and secretly hate him because there's nothing to do until he snaps himself out of it. Buck is the one I love in this situation and I was not given enough to allow Tommy some grace. Even more when people keep yelling at me that I need to love him just because he's a man.

I need you to know this was painful to write. I was taking breaks and I took a lap around my house then I went on a walk looking at the sky asking how did I get here. I will never forgive this fandom for forcing me to defend Taylor Kelly. I think Taylor is an interesting character, awful match for Buck in the end, bad human all around, but I can't believe I keep being pushed into a position where I need to defend the validity of her presence because somehow people stopped seeing the actual problems that existed there and decided the only issue was that she's a woman.

[elliezlils11utt]

Dbf!abby pt 2

contents: nsfw!! age gap (reader is early 20s Abby is mid-late 30!) risky sex! no descriptions of reader..? (I think) fingering, pt 2 to a post I’ve already made and won’t really make sense if you haven’t read pt 1? (technically you can read it w/o pt 1 tho)

pt 1 here!

summary: Abby fucks you while you, your father, and her are watching a movie together.

Wc: 1.5k?

proofread?: no babes sorry

A/n: some of this is quite literally copy and pasted from c.ai. I did not want to write this bc it’s boring. (Hence why it took literally a month to get out!) I hope it lives up to your dreams tho!

taglist: @seraphicsentences @tohoko

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She chuckled at your reaction, stepping away from you just as your dad opened the door. You could tell Abby was disappointed too, but the look in her eyes hadn't completely left.

"Ah, there you are! Come give your old man a hug."

Your dad called out to you, a big smile on his face. He hugged you tightly before looking at Abby.

‘hey dad! how was it?’ your dad replies, rambling on on about a stupid dinner party. To be completely honest you don’t remember half of the shit he was saying really. your eyes too focused on the tempting looks Abby was giving you from behind your fathers back. your heart jumping around in your chest. you’re sight stayed on Abby. bluring out your fathers useless talking. when he finished dragging on his spiel he ruffles your hair, Turing to look at Abby.

‘thanks for watching my little trouble maker, I really appreciate it’

your gaze turns to Abby, looking up at her figure you force your eyes into a puppy dog pout. you take your lip between your teeth, biting the flesh in your mouth. you wink.

‘yah abs, thanks for watching me.’

she rolled her eyes, annoyed at your teasing antics. but truthfully your making her go insane. fuck. she groans at your wink before giving you a warning look, silently telling you to cut it out..

‘yah it was no problem!” her words seem so genuine, a sweet smile flashed at your father before her face deadpans back to you. your father looked between the two of you. raising his eyebrow slightly. you turn to you’re dad giving him a questionable hum.

“Hm?” you act clueless. you can feel Abby’s gaze on you. feeling her eyes trail down your body. your dad seemed slightly suspicious but her jst laughed and let it go.

“nothing, nothing! but hey, Abby if you don’t have any plans, wanna watch a movie? you know all three of us! like old times!”

“what do u say abs? you down to stay a while?” you give her a look, a knowing, begging look.

she raised the corner of her mouth at this offer. her eyes drift from your father to you, then back to your dad.

“Yeah sure, I don’t see why not!” It’s not like she could ever deny you. you and your god damn puppy eyes. your pleading pathetic look. god you were so pretty to her.

“alright im going to go set up the movie.”

“alright daddy, call us in when it’s all set!” you watch your father walk out of the room, when he’s out of sight your catch your lip between your teeth before looking up at abs.

“your a bit of a brat, huh angel? you love teasing me infront of your dad don’t you? little minx.”

“mhm, you love it tho. the adrenaline of almost getting caught, don’t you abs?”

She chuckled and stepped closer to you, her eyes darkening with desire.

"You're very observant, aren't you? How about I test that theory?"

Abby whispered in a low, seductive tone. She ran her hand over your arm, feeling the goosebumps form on your skin. She leaned in, her lips only millimeters away from your ear.

“How about we make sure we don't get caught..?”

“yeah? but oh, what if we did. what if I ran and told daddy right now that his best friend was about to fuck his innocent little daughter? What would happens then abs.”

you say in a teasing, almost daring tone. She paused as you spoke, her eyes darkening even more at your teasing remark.

"Oh really, angel? You're testing me, huh? I'm sure your dad would love to see his daughter pinned against the wall, writhing and moaning because of me."

Abby smirked, her voice dripping with provocative undertones. your lips crash with hers, desperation winning. It was dangerous, your father just in the other room. But the thrill made it even hotter. Abby responded to your kiss passionately, her tongue eagerly slipping into your mouth. She pressed her body against yours, the adrenaline of getting caught making the moment even more intense. She felt your tongue against hers, the taste of you making her dizzy. Abby's hands found their way to your hips, her fingers digging into your skin. It was so dangerous, but so damn good. you hear your father call out from the other room, telling you the movie was set up. You slowly pull away from Abby, looking into her eyes. A string of spit connects your lips to hers. your hands dragging down to hers, pulling her in the living room.

“stay quite okay?”

You can feel her breathing heavy, her chest rising and falling. Her cheeks are flushed, lips parted and eyes darkened. Abby is practically speechless as you pull her into the living room. She nods slowly, her voice barely audible as she whispers.

“Okay."

you drag her into the living room plopping down on the couch. Patting the seat next to u. acting as if nothing happened in the room next door. Abby follows you, her heart racing. She takes a seat next to you, trying to compose herself and act nonchalant. Her eyes are fixated on the tv screen, but her body is still buzzing with the adrenaline from your encounter. She leans slightly towards you, her leg grazing against yours under the blanket. you pull her hand onto your thigh under the blanket, turning to her. She looks at you, feeling your touch send sparks through her body. Abby turns towards you too, her fingers tracing circles on your thigh under the blanket. She smiles softly at you, knowing damn well how risky this whole situation is. You drag her hand higher, closer to where you want her. hoping she takes the hint. She feels her heart race as her hand moves higher, her breath hitching. She glances at you, seeing the desire in your eyes. Abby moves even closer to you, leaning in so her breath tickles your ear.

“You're being quite daring tonight, angel. Do you enjoy the danger? Do you want us to get caught?"

you whisper into her ear

“maybe, maybe not. fuck around and find out.”

She shivers as your breath touches her ear, and your whispers send her heart racing even faster. Abby lets out a soft laugh, and her hand continues to move higher, getting closer to where you need it. She leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers back.

“You little... devil. You know what you're doing, don't you?"

“of course I do.” you giggle softly. you feel her hand palm your heat. the contact making you jump. you look at your father, he’s completely interested in the movie. paying no mind to the two of you. her fingers slide your sleep shorts to the side. her digits rubbing your cunt over your painties. you close your eyes, enjoying the pure bliss of what you’ve been wanting for so long. her fingers work at your cunt. feeling your slick build up on the cotton of your painties. you bite down on your lower lip. hard. holding back desperate little moans. how pathetic. her hand slides under your painties. feeling your slick flesh. you bite back a moan, bucking into her hands.

“shhh shh shhh, quite baby.” a low voice whispered into your ear. how the fuck were you supposed to be quiet when her fingers were slipping into your drooling pussy? she starts out with one finger. slowly pushing it into your clenched hole. then she adds another. you try to hide the fact your dads best friend was inside of you but it was kinda hard. your hand flings up to ur mouth when she curls her fingers into u. your gaze turns back to your father who’s falling asleep in his chair. her eyes remain on the tv. never breaking and never looking at you. she knows what she’s doing and refuses to look at you. under the blanket her digits pump in and out of your hole. faster and faster. you wiggle around in your seat. Practically dripping. you whimper slightly. causing Abby to stop completely. she looks at you with a piercing stare, her eyebrow raised.

“m’ sorry.” you whine quietly. and with that her fingers return their unforgiving pace. you feel yourself at the brink of your orgasm. you bite down on the back of your hand holding back your whimpers and moans. you squirm in your seat as you cum on her fingers. her eyes still never leave the tv as your cum all over her. Her digits work you through your orgasm. you struggle to keep quiet. You calm down from your high. looking at your dad to see if he heard your sad attempt to stay silent. he’s passed out. you turn to Abby who has a shit eating grin plastered across her face. you punch her playfully, rolling your eyes before laying your head on her shoulder.

“whats happening in the movie?”

“I don’t know I haven’t been watching”

“yes you have?”

“you think I can keep focus on a dumb movie when you look so cute trying to be quiet from me?”

A/n: this sucks. ilyyy!!!

[roetrolls]

Warnings: Um. Gore. Lol. Mainly the bone breaky type.

Mad Dash

This isn’t the first time Archie has woken up tied to a chair. He can feel his faculties returning, but his eyelids are slow on the uptake. Fighting the exhaustion in his limbs, the purpleblood rolls his shoulders and lets his head lull back, taking a deep breath as he tries to force his eyes open.

He’s remarkably calm for the situation, but then, he’s never been one to panic. He’s still waking up when a hand roots itself in his hair and holds his head in place, a blade coming to rest against his throat. That’ll perk a guy up.

“No funny business, got it? I see your eyes start glowing, you’re dead.” His assailant gives his head a jerk and Archie grunts in response.

“Fuck... Be gentle. M’tired.” He squints in the light of the room, grimacing slightly. Before him stands a goldblood, his god-awful haircut only slightly less notable than the pitch black pools where his eyes should be. “Hell d’you want?”

"I'll ask the questions," Somnia grits, his voice lending far more gravity to the situation than it frankly deserves. "What were you doing in my sister's room?"

"Your sister?" Archie slurs, brows inching together in confusion as he racks his foggy brain for context. It washes over him slowly, more a trickle than a pour, and he chews each word thoroughly as it leaves his mouth. "That's right. I'uz lookin' for your sister."

Somnia's empty eyes narrow. "Funny. I remember telling you not to do that."

"And I 'member tellin' you I'd do it anyways," he bites back, evidently more irritated by the rejection than he'd realized. Really though, what kind of brother turns away help when his sibling is in trouble?

The memory is coming into focus now, though not as sharply as he'd like. Weaver had finished Marrie's arm, right? Then it was back to his hunt for the missing godling.

He'd teleported without checking the destination. After half a week spent battering his powers against the strange psychic block that seemed to be blanketing her, Archie wasn't going to risk waiting when a clear vision of Nymira finally appeared before him.

And then he woke up here, lashed in this asshole's kitchen with a knife against his jugular.

What happened in the interim?

He doubts he'll get any answers from Somnia. Even without pupils, Archie can tell the goldblood is glaring daggers at him. Nothing but drama, these guys.

He can feel Somnia's tension plainly, carried through his hands and straight into the blade that threatens him, but the purpleblood is shockingly nonplussed. In fact, Archie is about as relaxed as Somnia is stiff, a fact that only loosens him further.

"First time?" He croons.

"What?"

"Look, we can take it slow if y'need to. Your first time holdin' a guy at knifepoint, I mean... It oughta be special."

Somnia stares at him, doing little to hide his disdain, and Archie offers a salacious grin in response.

"S'matter, baby? Not feelin' it?"

He wrinkles his nose, though he has little time to rebuke the taunt before another voice joins the fray. Dressed down more than Archie has ever seen him and looking exceedingly fed up with the commotion, Cylion steps from one of the adjoining bedrooms into the kitchen.

“Don’t answer him,” the winged troll grunts as he passes to the sink. “He’s just being annoying.”

“Plenty enough to go around.”

Cylion rolls his eyes and turns his back on them, Somnia’s interrogation now accompanied by the quiet clinking of dishes and steady pulse of water from the faucet. 

“Do you have to do that now?” Somnia huffs, angling his head towards Cylion.

“You put him in the kitchen. I’m going to use my kitchen.”

Archie studies Somnia with an intensity typically reserved for admiring his father’s craftsmanship, trying to assess where exactly those tarry eyes are pointed. Is he looking at Cylion or at him?  Could he get away with using his powers right now?

“Sounds like y’want me outta your hair,” Archie offers cheekily, watching for a shift in Somnia’s focus. What does that look like? “How ‘bout we pick this back up some other time?”

Cylion tosses a sneer over his shoulder. 

“Couldja least call off Ringo here? This whole hostage game seems a bit excessive.”

“Does it? You’re not exactly predictable.” He turns his attention back to the sink and shrugs. “For all we know, you were behind Nymira’s abduction in the first place.”

“Man, c’mon.”

“It happened outside your church, didn’t it?”

“You think I’m in league with Persep fuckin’ Lycaon? I ain’t that kind of crazy.”

Cylion’s wings twitch slightly, though he neglects to respond. Archie sighs, glancing between the brothers as he speaks.

“Look, I see the play. I get it. You got no clue what you’re gonna do with me, right? But your hands’re tied. You warned me once n’ I still came back. Can’t let your threat be empty, so now you gotta play warden.”

Both Somnia and Cylion seem to stall, the latter raising his head as if to listen for something and the former’s grip becoming less incensed. 

“Let’s just skip to the part where you tell me to fuck off n’ stay there, yeah?”

As if to punctuate––or perhaps mock––his mild attempts at diplomacy, a thud spills into the room from outside, soon accompanied by a quiet shuffling by the door. Archie realizes then, all too late, that he is not the one giving them pause.

Favion must crouch to enter the kitchen.

Once he is past the threshold, the hulking goldblood straightens his shoulders and grinds his jaw, eyes locking onto Archie as if he is something to be consumed. The clown shifts against his bindings as Favion lumbers closer, his sons watching on with shocked faces and bated breath.

Despite the danger he knows Favion to pose, Archie greets the man with a glib smile. “Aw, shucks, a petting zoo? You didn’t tell me this was a party!”

One massive, clawed hand stretches forward to grab Archie by the chin, fingers pressing into his jaw with frightening strength. When he opens his mouth to fire off another taunt, Favion’s hold grows tighter, sending a flash of white-hot pain searing through his skull.

He grits his teeth, bracing against the mounting pressure of Favion’s crushing grip. Then something crunches, audible to Archie from the inside out, and the taste of blood floods his mouth. 

Archie grunts, a lipless noise set somewhere between pain and surprise, breath rattling as he tongues the bone fragment now sticking through his inner cheek. Favion rumbles his pleasure, jaw clattering in a crude mimicry of the break.

“No jibes this time,” he gravels, tugging Archie from the chair by his shattered mandible. 

The transition is less than gentle. The violent motion sends a mouthful of blood washing back towards Archie’s throat, and the purpleblood suddenly finds himself choking on it as Favion begins to drag him from the room.

With a sputtering cough, he flings his roped-up hands towards the monster’s wrist, scrabbling to dig his nails into flesh in hopes of alleviating at least some of the pressure on his broken jaw. He gurgles around the blood still seeking entry into his lungs, heart pounding more from adrenaline than fear.

Favion carries on unbothered, tugging Archie to the door in slow, lumbering steps. Cylion and Somnia, on the other hand, appear absolutely horrified, both pale in the face and looking more than a little sick. He still can’t tell where exactly those eyes are looking, but Archie is almost certain Somnia meets his gaze before he is unceremoniously pulled from their view.

He doubts either of them will get much sleep.

---

Archie is no stranger to pain. Hell, he sometimes goes looking for it––getting his ass kicked might as well be one of his favorite pastimes.

This, though… 

He can’t exactly call this fun.

A brutal pop echoes through Favion’s dungeon of an abode, one more in the long list of sickening sounds to come from Archie’s body tonight. The pain in his jaw has ebbed somewhat at least, fading into background noise amongst the litany of other injuries he’s incurred. Favion holds him to the wall with a hand against his throat, at this point doing more to keep him standing than his own legs, and Archie wheezes softly around the blood that’s made a game of encroaching on his lungs.

The lack of air has made him lightheaded––too much so to focus––but he’s fairly certain he has not suffered any loss of consciousness while Favion has had his fun. None of his injuries seem a mystery to him, at least.

The one he’s just acquired is a freshly mangled arm, bones snapped at the elbow and shoulder wrenched from its socket. It’s a miracle the thing is still attached at all. Favion releases the limb to fall limply to his side, and Archie brays at the sudden motion. 

This is a bit much, even for him.

Even without the man’s nullifying psionics in the way, Archie doubts he’d be able to activate his powers in this state. He can barely picture where he is, let alone imagine where he wants to go.

Being unable to see his family doesn’t strike them from his thoughts, however.

Sorry, pops. I think I really fucked up this time.

A wet cough paints Favion’s wrist purple. The other hand aims above Archie’s line of sight, and soon even his inner monologue is silenced by the excruciating pressure that blossoms through his skull. He barely has time to guess what the man is doing before a snap fills the air, sharp and crisp, and Favion draws both arms back to admire the bloodied horn within his claws.

Archie slumps to the floor, groaning as his battered body folds in on itself. 

Looming over him and shrouded in darkness, Favion works his jaw until it forms a smile, the hunger in his eyes finally replaced with cool satisfaction. He ponders his prize a few moments longer, then shifts his gaze back to Archie, voice low.

“Run home, little Roatus.”

Archie’s eyes widen. He wastes no time in staggering to his feet and limping towards the stairs, breathing heavily as a trickle of blood begins to blot out the vision in his left eye. He clutches his shoulder and braces his back against the wall, practically floundering up the steps as Favion calls after him once more.

“Run home.”

---

There is no moonlight on the street. 

A thick blanket of clouds stamps out both moons, and Archie is left with only the soft glow of the streetlamps to guide him back.

Does he know his way?

Has he ever needed to?

When has Archie walked anywhere?

He teleports. He teleports ten, fifteen, twenty feet at a time, flashing forward only as far as his unmarred eye can see and stumbling into each leap like he expects to collapse. Blood pounds in his ears, faster than he’s ever felt it.

Dad.

He can feel his breath picking up as his surroundings become more and more familiar. 

I need you, dad.

He sees it. Just a few blocks away, standing regal and proud, Archie finally sees the church. A guttural cry rips itself from his throat, and he blips onwards in a rapid succession of bursts to fling himself up the steps to his home.

There, standing at the threshold to the House of Restoration, Archie grips the ornate handle and, for the first time in his life, stumbles through the door.

The next minute is a blur. Someone screams. Another races down the corridor shouting for the Restorer. Archie barely acknowledges the whirlwind around him as he blunders on, mind dazed and body beaten. 

Then Ailzea is in front of him, collecting Archie mid-collapse with worried hands and a hurriedness that marks yet another first for the night. 

A million apologies rush to Archie’s tongue, all of them dying on his broken lips.

Ailzea shushes him, cupping his battered face and smoothing his bloodied hair. Then, with a fervent kiss upon his forehead, Archie’s father snaps his neck.

[kithj]

i need to complain at length about bit(2019) so im sorry for this

this movie flopped hard. i really wanted to like it because of the premise, it calling itself a "queer intersecional feminist movie" & the fact that it got a lot of hard backlash initially online from the "manosphere" for supposedly being "misandrist" (it's not at all) but unfortunately it's executed horribly. i also think i'm extremely critical on it because there are some similar themes in this movie that i'm exploring with blood choke and seeing someone else tackle them and fail so massively makes me want to rip my hair out lmfao. overall the current reviews for this movie that i found were actually very positive, which makes me feel more insane for all of this. sorry

a group of queer(the leader is the only one who specifies and calls herself a "full blown dyke" so we know she's a lesbian and this will be relevant later) feminist vampires have one rule, which is No Men Allowed. the leader, duke, claims that all men are corrupted by power, and turning them into vampires will always end with them using their vampire powers to lord over and abuse women and others. she is basically the stereotypical man hating lesbian of the movie.

a lot of places online when reviewing this movie claim that the female vampires "only" hunt men and this is why it's misandrist however it's explained in the movie that in general they try to only hunt "bad" people (including predatory men) and one of the examples is a qanon guy that harasses women and others online and is a hateful bigot. it also shows duke killing some frat bro types later in the movie as well. but they do hunt and kill women and other people throughout the movie so i'm not entirely sure where this idea that they only hunt men comes from ? they don't really have any kind of "morality" because they are Vampires. i point this out because this is one of the big criticisms about it (again that it's "misandrist") which i don't agree with (im critical of it for very different reasons lol). they were going to kill and eat the main character at first before duke randomly changes her mind because she thinks she's hot and the main character is *gasp* a woman.

in fact she's a trans woman which is emphasized in a lot of the marketing and the actress is also trans, but in the movie it's barely even touched on so that felt particularly misleading to me since they made it seem like it was going to be significant (also part of why a lot of manosphere types hated it lol). like the word trans is not even spoken once in the entire movie, the audience is just supposed to Know what everyone is talking about. and duke, who otherwise spouts bioessentialist nonsense for a lot of the movie, has no issue with the mc in their very brief exchange that only vaguely touches on it. which is nice, i guess.

duke again makes the comment that you can't give men power, and the mc asks "what about me?" duke says "never even crossed my mind." and that's it. that's like the extent of the mc's transness in the movie. it felt like a cop-out to avoid having to actually challenge duke's ideas in any meaningful way. it would have been more interesting if the mc could have pushed her harder and made her realize that she was wrong. this is what i thought the movie was going to do, with its loudly declared trans mc. we could have talked about the patriarchy at a systemic level rather than an individual level, about how it effects trans women, about how this misogynistic behavior in men (and other women!) is typically rewarded but is not inherent, especially since duke does seem to understand this despite what she says; she's not a terf, nor is she an exclusionist in general, since it's implied some of the other women are bi, so why do we treat her like one? but none of it matters, and duke is just flat out punished in a horrible way later in the movie anyways.

we find out then that duke was hypnotized by a man after he saw her kissing women in a bar. he hypnotizes her, a lesbian, and enslaves her for years and years and forces her to be his wife. duke was abused in a variety of ways during this time until she was able to break his mind control and overpower him, sealing his heart in a lockbox that she's slowly been consuming to absorb his powers, since his heart wouldnt burn.

with this backstory reveal i did feel more sympathetic towards duke and i didn't like the direction the narrative was taking and i knew it was going to go downhill from here lmfao.

the mc, laurel, does get turned into a vampire. she is caught up in her new life and ends up ignoring her boy bestfriend and her brother who both get increasingly annoyed with her (understandably so). however, her boy bestfriend, after being ignored by her for a bit, decides to try and take his own life. it's heavily implied by the movie that this is all laurel's fault. her brother blames her for it and tells her that everything is her fault, he complains that he was always such an Ally and Supportive of her, but she's just a selfish bitch. and this is like... meant to be accepted by the audience, we are meant to be on the brother's side. i found this all very distasteful, especially since laurel's transness is only ever this vague concept that people either "didnt even think about" or just are "supportive" of and it was really gross to rub that in her face on top of blaming her friend's attempted suicide on her all for... having a life outside of him? i'm not saying that it's fine to ignore your friends, but the fact that neither of them also realized something traumatic was going on with her and just assuming she was intentionally ignoring them was also kind of shitty on their end, too.

at this point it was clear that the movie was going to "subvert" expectations and pull a Not All Men in the most inelegant and awful way possible. duke has now become The Enemy and it's revealed she's been using subtle mind control powers on the other vampires to keep them away from men, a power she's been gaining from eating the old man's heart. everyone is mad at her which is fair. however the movie treats this as if it is just as bad as what her husband did for some reason, who was enslaving and raping women for hundreds of years..... it's interesting that they chose this route considering it was already obvious that the women in this group were together out of necessity rather than any real comradery. the opening scene is all of them turning on one of the other women because she bit a man; this fragile alliance is built out of fear and survival, because they know society will never accept them. there's already a lack of agency; society has stripped them of that because of their identity as queer women. laurel's introduction could have changed this, but instead they decide to go the mind control route and just throw all that other commentary out the window. it's all duke's fault now.

a fight breaks out because laurel accidentally bites her brother and she refuses to let duke kill him. she ends up releasing the old vampire who reforms and immediately starts berating duke and the other women. duke understandably freaks out and has her heart ripped out, but the other girls manage to burn the vampire again and lock up his heart. duke, after being forced to face her abuser and rapist and have her heart literally ripped out, is then cast out and locked away as punishment for being mean to men. this is done by laurel literally Kicking her bleeding heart across the floor and down into a cell, which duke has to crawl after and fall down into in the most demeaning way possible.

truly the worst ending i could think of. punishing a woman for rightly being angry about her abuse and comparing her directly to her abuser.... i don't think duke was right at all but i wish they would have approached her character with more sympathy and done something more interesting than just "ACTUALLY... women are just as bad as men sometimes." even though she literally does nothing comparable to what he did lol and the things she was doing were a direct result of what he did to her to begin with. obviously not saying that as an excuse, but that this is what should have been explored in the movie, either by laurel's prompting or by duke having a come to jesus moment with herself after befriending laurel.

and touting that laurel was trans in all the promotional material only for it to never be relevant to the plot aside from her brother and friend whining to her about being such good allies was really gross. being a good ally is not something you do in the hopes of people reciprocating, you do it because it's the right thing to do. you should never make your allyship conditional or something that you use to hold over a person's head.

i do understand that it's important to depict trans characters who are more than just "trans." i know there are people of the opinion that laurel was a good trans character because it was so casual and "wasn't a big deal." i agree, to an extent. because obviously it WAS a big deal, for her brother to have so much resentment towards her about it. and the way it's handwaved off throughout the movie otherwise felt more like they were afraid of fully acknowledging it rather than just being "casual" about it. i suppose that's up to personal interpretation, though, but compared to the rest of the movie, the refusal to even say the word trans just left a bad taste in my mouth. i also understand that this whole post may come off as a "it's not that deep bro" moment and maybe you're right maybe i should just be happy i got a fun vampire movie but personally just accepting shit because it calls itself feminist and has gay people in it is not something i plan to get in the habit of doing.

i recently watched bottoms (which was excellent) and it made me think about this movie again. bit felt like originally they wanted to make something for an ingroup, but then chickened out half-way through and decided to try to appease a wider audience by turning duke into a villain. versus bottoms, which felt like they had a target audience and that's who it was for & they didn't care about how people outside of that group would perceive it.

bit ended up being careless and clumsy in my opinion because they got too concerned about optics rather than just focusing on the story, and the people being represented within that story. it sucks that they took such a shitty approach to duke's character and wrote off all of her concerns as her just being an Evil Bitch Lesbian. obviously there was a lot she was wrong about, but treating all of her concerns about misogyny as equally bad as a man brainwashing and raping women is not the way to send that message.

laurel's brother turns into a vampire in the end, and he asks her if duke was right, if he'll end up being a bad person, and laurel responds by basically just saying "no you'll be fine just don't be an asshole" which is true! it frustrates me that it took this fucking long for someone to say it. this was literally one of the last lines in the movie. why did duke have to brainwash anyone and why did she have to be punished so horribly for us to get here. why is the lesbian, who was abused for years and years by a man who was correctively raping her, given so little sympathy in this "feminist queer movie"?

duke absolutely still could have ended up being a villain. it's just the way they went about it was so heavy-handed; having her use the same power as her abuser, having her heart ripped out like him to imply they're the same, while completely ignoring her trauma and the things he did to her. i understand that they were going for a "power can corrupt ANYONE" message but to me it just simply did not hit. she wasn't "corrupted"-- we know why duke hates men, and it was because she was enslaved and abused by one for years. the movie all but refuses to acknowledge the things she went through and how horrible they were outside of the initial lore-dump flashback. why even bring it up if you're just going to treat her the same regardless? she is given no sympathy or nuance for this backstory.

i think it especially bothered me because i couldn't help but compare duke to valentina. while valentina doesn't have the same hatred for all men, she does hate the council and she hates standard. even the mc worries sometimes that valentina may hate her because she fears that her butchness makes valentina afraid of her and see her as a man.

valentina is absolutely not a good person, and she can be nasty and do bad things. she can be considered a villain. but because of her backstory, because of the things that were done to her, i can't imagine not still depicting her with some sympathy; she's a tragic figure. it's not just black and white. and especially with the current societal climate, the extreme & often violent misogyny being normalized online, the lesbophobia and transphobia, it feels like we should be taking special care with these stories, particularly when we ARE marketing them to a wider audience. (this would be a different conversation for stories written by and for an ingroup, but again, bit clearly chickened out of doing that)

when i watched this movie, all i could think about is the people that would walk away from this with the idea that duke-- the only woman who actually calls herself a dyke-- and other lesbians irl are the real problem. it does not take a lot for a lesbian to be called "man-hating." this is often the default when people are talking about us, whether it's true or not. and lesbians are often blamed for "infighting" in queer spaces, for pointing out lesbophobia and misogyny (alongside people of color pointing out racism). duke is exactly how they imagine all lesbians to be. and of course duke was wrong, but how many people are really understanding why she was wrong, when the movie refused to actually talk about it? why wasn't laurel even allowed to mention that she was trans, why wasn't she allowed to point out the flaws in duke's thinking for the audience to see?

there's not a lot of actually like... Good lesbian vampire movies; they're either fetishistic or "problematic" (i use that word only half-seriously) but there's a reason why lesbians do get depicted as vampires so often, and it's because people think they are evil and predatory. so it's disappointing to see one that's supposed to be on our side reiterate the same old song and dance again for the hundredth time. and again i just felt that duke's punishment at the end was so fucking cruel for no reason.... i really wanted this movie to be the supposed "queer intersectional feminist movie" it claimed to be but it just wasn't.

1 out of 5 stars for the reasons above but also because duke's outfits were really ugly and that pissed me off, too. watch bottoms instead.

[citymiddled]

did you guys know that, well, the cruelty is the point

[kyouka-supremacy]

Mmmhh...

[bibiana112]

Kinda weird question- do you have any links to people talking about Mira from ZTD and ableist stereotypes? I mentioned that I was uncomfortable with her portrayal but kinda fumbled it and made some other ND people in chat uncomfortable. I searched for various keyword combinations but most of what I'm finding is like "and not to mention the ableism with Mira" and doesn't elaborate lol.

Not weird at all! And uh, you see, there's a recent post I made where what I complain about is the very fact I've never seen anyone post too in-depth about her at all, I'd love to see posts that do elaborate on that but I do not have any that I know of right now, sorry :/ hopefully someone else who sees this can point to one? Okay!! After some tag searches I have found exactly one post who kind of gets into it I like this take still would love to see. more than just one but hooray

And like though I complain I couldn't elaborate much on it myself I don't think, I believe most of the posts people make about Saito from aitsf would apply since it's a different uchikoshi take on the very same trope of "emotionless characters who cannot function without killing others" I guess he's a worse portrayal though since she's at least not stated to get reward brain chemicals when killing people and I guess her case also has the added layer of "femme fatale" to it? Which either makes it less bad or worse depending on where you approach it from As I said I am not doing a good job of being coherent on this oh and also there's her being "redeemed" and "cured" in the epilogue which in on itself is kinda not great to imply it just goes away like that and honestly I personally don't even buy it I think she'd just be like oh okay Akane over here has like a thousand reasons to hate me after all that oh and what's that she's the leader of a super wealthy underground organization who's organized one of these death traps before yeah no I'm better off going to prison I'll be fine there lmao bye

But I'll say as an autistic person with relatively low empathy I usually see a character who just doesn't understand other people's feelings and wants to feel them too and is just trying to survive despite getting no help and I just kinda go hm. yeah. shout-out to roxas kingdom hearts shout out to mary from ib shout out that's why I started hyperfixating on media art helps me with understanding others a great lot and Mira is just in a story too badly executed for me to care or even begin to wrap my head around tbh like god she's so fucking terribly used as a plot device in every conceivable way that it makes it difficult to see past it and into what she could possibly be if it weren't for the stereotype of equalling low empathy with no compassion what's with her killing off screen in ways that wildly deviate from her stated m.o? why or how was she even in cahoots with Zero why was that a thing? Honestly her dynamic with Sean could have been better fleshed out could have done something interesting about robot child and his aspd big sis but we just kind of don't get any attention brought to the subject of emotions and the authenticity there of except for the "reveal"...

YOU KNOW WHAT that's probably one huge reason it feels so fucked up actually! Like the whole fucking game is written so you could experience it in whatever order you want and therefore Mira being a serial killer at all is something that though not very well hidden it also cannot be a topic of discussion or explored Ever ever because the player may not have seen the fragment where that is revealed yet- problem being the menu design of that game sucks so bad and practically everyone gravitates towards the same few more interesting looking thumbnails first and then the rest is kinda just there, I mean that is part of the reason A Lot of characters feel half-baked I think but also I think it definitely does impact perception of her character specifically probably The Most and then there's just the general not being given nuance not being able to see the minutiae of how that disorder manifests in her character aside from the killings about how she acts aside from being overly flirty trying to lure in Eric but that affects pretty much all of the new cast we don't have last names and in her case we barely have any backstory at all like Saito is a harmful stereotype sure but we get So Much Context for him that people still love talking about him and delving into different aspects of his life since we have that very well telegraphed in the narrative meanwhile for Mira all we can do is fill in the blanks guesswork that only highlights the worst aspects of the surface level portrayal we got and ultimately that people just don't care enough to dissect because there isn't much there character wise once you remove it

[musubiki]

how was playing hsr? was there anything that you liked in the game and the story?

ITS BEEN AMAZING AS EXPECTED!!!!!!!!! i actually havent played genshin in a while since starting it, i have no motivation to do the filler event while a perfectly good star rail is sitting there waiting to be played :')

but for mechanics, i love they have auto battle so you dont have to nessecarily sit there and invest in every little battle you gotta do....and i love that the resin (resin??) system is a lot more forgiving with a higher cap, lower cost, and allow for overflow...thats nice...i also love that the mc and starter units are very useful. im so emotionally attatched to the star rail crew so im glad they never have to leave my team !!!!

storywise im LOVING IT SO FAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i started playing it at the beginning of spring break 2 weeks ago and im almost all caught up!!! i went through belabog and penacony and now im just doing those leftover intermission main quests which im only now realizing i shouldve done before going to penacony LMAO

and of course.....danmarch....im so soft for them......and also i love sampo i cant wait to see what they do with him