#the duality kills me

[whydoeseveryonewanttobangchan]

🎱 I wish I could’ve been sweet, but you made me do this… 🎱

✎ Pairing: Chan x fem!reader

✎ Genre: Smut

✎ Summary: A game of pool quickly became something else, and now you have to deal with the consequences.

✎ CW: Bondage/restraint, biting, blood, a little touch of consensual non-consent, another touch of predator/prey, fingering, unprotected sex, (rough) nipple play

✎ Word count: 2,126

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“I told you…” he begins.

The room is silent again, except for soft thumps of dress shoes on hardwood, plastic ceiling fan blades slicing air, and deep, unsteady exhales.

“I told you what would happen if you talked back to me, didn’t I?” Chan asks.

His big hands are tucked away in his pockets as he circles the pool table. He walks slowly, deliberately, keeping his eyes on the floor. He hasn’t looked at you in minutes.

“But you… and that mouth,” he says, stopping at the end of the table to roughly plant his hands on the wood. “That fucking mouth of yours…”

Murky eyes stare directly into yours now. But they’re not his usual syrupy brown, no, they’re almost completely black. And the way his upper lip twitches is different, too. He’s angry, and he’s hungry for something dark.

He places a knee on the table and hoists his body up, moving his hands forward onto the felt. Then he’s on all fours, slowly crawling toward you, bound and gagged at the center of it all.

Pool balls surround you, and he’s careful not to let them get in his way. When he finally reaches you, he leans in close, letting his hot breath coat your cheek.

“The rules were very simple,” he hisses. “Be good, and you’d get rewarded.”

He lowers his big, pink lips to your neck and kisses gently.

“But, be a bad girl…” he hums into your skin. “And you’d be punished. Isn’t that right?”

Your “yes” is muffled by the ball gag, but it’s clear enough.

“So… what punishment do you deserve for talking back to me? For not showing me one of your pretty tits when I asked you to… when I told you to?”

His big fingers lightly wrap around your neck before traveling down, down to your chest, where he fiddles with the cup of your bra.

“Well, I think I definitely get to see them now. Maybe even pinch, maybe even bite a little… don’t you think?”

The moan that travels up your throat is born from a mix of excitement and fear.

He reaches behind you to undo the clasp, then uses the available slack to lift the bra up and over your head so the cups rest on your back. Your arms are tied from the elbow down, so there’s no hope to remove the garment completely.

“Ahhhh,” he breathes, marveling at the newly exposed flesh in front of him before gripping one nipple between finger and thumb. “So perky, so hard…”

He twists the raised nub with the pads of his fingers slowly, keeping his lips on your neck and sucking gently at first. But then they pull back and teeth pinch the thin skin, drawing a soft grunt from behind your lips.

“What was that, princess?” he asks. “Want me to bite you more?”

Your tiny yelp could signal yes or no, but you aren’t entirely sure which. And he doesn’t seem to care one way or the other.

“Bite your tits? Oh, I can definitely do that.”

And before you can even make a sound, his teeth close on the skin above your nipple, biting hard enough to leave a mark. Then he shifts to the left and does it again, but even harder this time.

He pinches and pulls at the nipple still between his fingers as his mouth finds the other, first circling it with his tongue before baring his teeth once more and biting down roughly.

Another groan is stifled by the gag, and you can do nothing to help or hurt the situation except pull at the shirt wrapped around your arms.

“Mmmm,” he moans around your breast. “You taste so good. Let’s see if I can make you bleed.”

He bites again, then again, then again, before you hear a tiny crunch and feel a sharp sting.

“There we go…”

Just a few drops of blood seem to satiate him because he sits back and releases his hold on you completely.

“Oh, my love,” he says and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear before rubbing his thumb back and forth on your cheek. “I wish I could’ve been sweet. But you made me do this…”

He rotates you so he can untie your arms, but you’re not completely free from your restraints just yet.

“Arms up.”

You lift your arms over your head, and he wraps the shirt around your forearms once again. There’s barely time to take another breath before his hand drops to grip your neck tightly, and he forces you onto your back. Billiard balls don’t allow you to lie flat, but that doesn’t stop him from pressing you into the table.

“Comfortable?” he sneers, but he knows you’re not. He knows your face, and the lowered brows, wrinkled nose, and tightly closed eyes are more than enough for him to interpret.

“Here… let me help.”

He reaches beneath your back and grabs a ball, the black 8, and holds it above your face.

“Hmmm, but what do we do with this now?” he asks himself. “We have to put it down somewhere, don’t we?”

The cold ball touches your chest right as his voice cuts off. Guided by his firm hand, it rolls over your ribs and up the mounds and back down again, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

He hums and sighs as he directs that ball around and down, past your stomach and your hips to your thighs, before coming back up again and following the same path down. Like a pendulum swinging back and forth but shortening its distance on each trip. Just biding time until it finally settles at its equilibrium.

“I wonder if I could fit this inside you,” he wonders aloud, his eyes filled with curiosity and mischief staring at your bare skin.

Chan places the ball safely on your stomach before spreading your legs and inserting a finger, then two, then three.

“Hmmm, already so wet, so ready. If only I could bury my cock in you instead…”

He adds a fourth finger and spreads them, seeing just how far you’ll stretch for him. The wicked grin that spreads across his lips just then must mean something good.

“Oh, we could definitely get this in you,” he muses. “Tuck this right up inside your tight pussy. Would you like that?”

You only stare blankly in response, unsure if you would or not. Probably… but…

“But that wouldn’t be much fun once it’s in,” he decides. “We need something to…”

He roughly pumps all four fingers in and out in time with his words.

“Make. You. Whine.”

Just then, something behind you seems to catch his attention, and his eyes start to glow in the light. He hops off the table and quickly returns to your side, pool stick in hand.

Your eyes widen once you realize what it’s for, and every single muscle tenses in fear. You mumble incoherently, forgetting the safe word in the heat of the moment. But it’s enough, because Chan’s excited expression immediately turns to pure panic.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he says, holding your cheek in one hand and undoing the gag with the other. “I would never hurt you, you know that, right?”

The gag falls to the table and is quickly replaced by his mouth. He wets your chapped lips with his tongue and kisses gently before pulling back.

“I love you. We don’t have to do that, okay?” he whispers. “Do you still want to…?”

You nod slightly, and he smiles and kisses your nose. Chan drops the cue stick on the ground and sweetly kisses your hair before unbuttoning his slacks and dropping them and his boxers to the floor.

He climbs back onto the table and settles on his knees. His hands work at untying the knot around your arms, then he places his hands on either side of your head.

“Maybe you’ve endured enough, yeah?” he says, stroking your hair. “Maybe it’s time for me to just… adore you.”

He lifts your back and scatters the balls so you can rest comfortably. Then his fingers gently run along your side — soft enough to tease, but hard enough to avoid making you ticklish.

It’s been so long since you felt his loving touch, and you can’t help but moan softly. He takes those sighs as cues for where to apply more pressure as he goes, though he knows exactly where to head.

Two fingers enter you gently, and he exhales between lips spread into a pleased grin.

“Oh, my girl…” he whispers. “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good.”

His crooked fingers leave as fast as they came and grip your ass instead, lifting your hips off the table. The balls of your feet instinctually find the felt and prop up your lower body while he positions himself between your thighs.

“Ready?” he asks, his leaking cock less than an inch away from where you need it the most.

You nod and look down to watch as he slides in. His eyes squeeze shut as more and more of him disappears inside you.

“Oh,” he breathes. “Oh, oh my…”

His grip on your hips tightens as his pace increases, faster and faster, until he’s pounding in and out of you so quickly you can barely catch your breath between strokes.

He angles your hips up just a little more to hit that perfect spot with every thrust, and you can’t help it. Your thighs start to quiver, making your whole body unsteady. Chan may be strong, but even he’s struggling to maintain a decent pace and keep you still.

“I’m… gonna… flip you… ok?” he exhales between strokes.

And then he does — with unexpected ease. He rotates your hips and holds you upright until you can support yourself on your hands and knees, then he sinks into you again.

The sound of skin slapping against skin is even louder from this angle, loud enough to drown out both of your moans. And though you can’t hear him, you know he is.

You can feel his groans and sighs as they vibrate from his throat, through his chest, down his arms. Like the energy transfers from his fingertips to your hips, igniting fire in your veins.

“Chan… nie…”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Gonna…”

“You close?” he breathes, barely getting the words out. “Hold on.”

He pulls out and flips you onto your back again.

“I wanna… see you,” he explains between shaky inhales. “You’re so… beautiful.”

You feel his fingertips on your glistening cheek, and his honey eyes hold your gaze as he fills you up again.

Chan presses his pillowy lips into yours and moans into your mouth. And, god, his sounds are so delicious.

He plants his elbows on the table on either side of your head and laces his fingers together above you. He’s not tossing you around anymore. And he couldn’t move even if he wanted to, not with your arms encircling his neck and your legs tightly wrapped around his hips. This is it.

A few thrusts later, you’re there. And he’s close. He can feel you clench around him, and that tightness, that pressure. A few more pumps into that wet heat has him unraveling, too, and he breaks the kiss to try to form a cohesive thought.

“Fuck. You’re, you’re. F-fuck. You’re so… perfect.”

He empties himself deep inside you as he speaks, but it’s not enough. You need his lips, his mouth, to possess him completely.

You raise your neck to connect lips once again, and he returns the favor with passion. His kiss is so intense, so deep, like he’s trying to claim you and keep you right back.

“I’m yours,” you pant into his lips.

“I know,” he exhales, returning the air to your lungs. “And I’m yours.”

Mouths reattach as you ride out your highs, and the give and take continues well past the aftershocks. You just can’t get enough of his mouth; you could do this forever.

Minutes pass, and you can feel him shrink between your legs. Of course, neither of you could give a fuck. Wrapped in each other’s limbs like this is everything — absolutely everything.

Chan finally pulls back to breathe after who knows how long, and his swollen lips immediately pull into a warm smile.

“I love you,” he whispers once, then again. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

His smile, his love is so infectious, you’d return it even if you weren’t already drowning in raw affection for him.

“I love you,” you whisper back. “Thank you.”

Somehow, his smile widens even more, and you swear you see a thousand sunrises, a million stars, a billion fireworks exploding in his eyes all at once.

“Anything for you,” he hums as he lightly strokes your cheek. “Everything for you.”

[hinamie]

forget me not | 勿忘草

[tsams-and-co-memes]

Something that I don't think gets talked about enough:

The fact that Ruin is good with kids

Yeah, it kinda comes with the territory of being a daycare attendant, but still. Before he got his current body and was still broken, while pretending to be cured, he was in the daycare’s ballpit as the resident "ballpit shark." He was entertaining the kids and playing with them, and despite how he looked, the kids would've had to like him a decent amount, since he was never asked to leave the daycare at any point during that window of time

I read something before about how, in Ruin's dimension, there's a chance that he (as a carrier of the virus and not someone who was affected by it) may or may not have had to go against his childcare programming and kill kids to blend in with the affected glamrocks, so they wouldn't get suspicious and try to dismantle him or anything

The bit about what he did in his dimension is just a thought that someone had that really stuck with me, and I don't remember who came up with it, unfortunately, but it's still at least relatively legit that despite whatever he had to do or go through in the past, it doesn't affect him anymore, and he's still someone the kids liked being around

Which. Considering some of the things he's said and done, is pretty cool to me

[year2000electronics]

it's over.

[signedoutsorry]

Here have a human bill that I spent way too long on (it took two days 💔)

Oh have baby bill too

[bonefall]

Does leopard still have 3 lives in her final battle? Or was that changed?

Yep. I think she drowned her once, then Leopardstar lunges up refreshed, and she gets the upper paw on Mistyfoot with 2 lives to go.

(MAYBE tw gore, but I really did try to be tasteful about a head being smashed on a rock.)

On her back, splashing and thrashing furiously against Leopardstar's claws dunking her head under, Mistyfoot glimpses a wave breaking just over the tip of a stone-blue rock. Her only chance.

With a surge of power, her claws sink into her leader's golden shoulder and they tumble and roll to the right. Before the tyrant even realizes what's happening, she's yanked up, and then whipped backwards with a wet CRUNCH

And then again

And again

And again, until Mistyfoot can't even make out what's left of her leader anymore. All she can see is that it's a red, brown, and yellow blur, because her eyes burning with salty tears and her whole body is trembling.

She drops the corpse onto the stone and it slides into the water, lifelessly. After a moment it spasms aimlessly one last time, like an insect does after its head is bitten off, unlike the deliberate, agonized throes of Tigerstar suffering through his doomed lives. And then it's still.

There's only the tranquil sound of bubbling water, and Mistyfoot's frenzied panting. Her pounding heart makes it hard to hear either.

The blood is carried off by the shallow water in scarlet swirls, but the lake runs pale red as if it's washing it away. Some were aware of this prophecy, but Mistyfoot was not.

It isn't closure to her, or a fulfillment of divine decree. It's just blood that should be on her paws, slicked away by the complicit river. She wished it could feel like it's over, but she's smart enough to know the truth. Has been through enough terrible events like this to understand what comes next.

Her body will move foward. Her mind will need to consider her deputy. Her paw will come down on code-defying cats like Blackclaw and Greenflower. But her heart will stay here, next to the remains of Leopardstar, the same way another piece of it remains at Stonefur's side across space and time.

[luobingmeis]

my jgy thoughts have been expanding and adapting and roiling and toiling etc etc etc and all of it is coming down to me affectionately marveling at this character. he’s cut-throat. he’s cunning. his kindness leaves lasting impressions. his mercy is what predates his demise. he’s one of the few cultivators who helps those in need. he will sacrifice them if it benefits him. he loved. it didn’t last. it killed him. it orchestrated his downfall. he’s a genius. he’s paranoid. he compartmentalizes. he splits the world into who he would sacrifice and who he would not. people he loves and people he would sacrifice are not mutually exclusive. he’s filial to a fault. it was all for his mother. he is a study in assimilating to survive. the results vary. he manipulates the herd mentality to his benefit. it is turned against him. he is killed for the one thing he didn’t do by the one person he wouldn’t sacrifice. it is still somehow better than what the hive-mind cultivation world would have done. i love this tragic kaleidoscope of a character.

[pixelatedquarter]

Have 2 completely random Patrick gifs from Arms Race at Summer Sonic Osaka 2023

[caramelcactus]

Me generally: I hate romance, sex is disgusting, relationships suck, people suck. I’m glad I’m single

Me thinking about Jeremike: *sobs because I envy their relationship and want a partner like Mike or Jeremy*

[drawlody]

MY ABSOLUTE BLORBOS❤❤❤❤❤❤

[dailyaoyagi]

Young bad dogs

[thesherrinfordfacility]

yeah im not surviving s2

[carryondrawing]

OK but the fact that The Doodler is just a child trying to reach out to their "dad" and not understanding why they're not receiving affection back?? That's such a cool concept I'm in awe.

Like, The Doodler and humanity reflect both Lark and Henry's as well as Lark and Normal's relationship perfectly. Lark is angry because Henry isn't. He feels like he deserves to be punished for what he did, and when his dad doesn't feel the same way and doesn't act accordingly he feels betrayed.

Normal tries to reach out to his dad, but when he doesn't receive that affection back he doesn't understand why. He can't understand why his dad can't love him and can never be proud of him. Like The Doodler he reaches out with the intention of love and gets shut down.

Both Lark and Normal saw themselves in The Doodler when they were on the throne. They both saw the same thing, they both understood it differently. Lark saw someone hurting others and Normal saw someone who was hurting. When Lark saw himself in The Doodler he chose to die, when Normal saw himself he chose to help.

[raayllum]

considering Rayla has absolutely buggered Aaravos’ plans multiple times in S6 if he were to posses Callum again do you think he’d go straight for killing Rayla?

Yeah she's been the last minute fuck up of Aaravos' plans now twice - which considering her "I am pretty awesome at everything... right up until the moment it really matters" choking at the finish line complex - is so on brand for them as a foils dynamic it actually drives me insane now that it's a parallel that could turn into a pattern. But post for another day

I think that if Runaan coin stuff leaves Ezran and Rayla at odds for a time in S6, wanting to save a brainwashed Callum may be what brings them back together in terms of that initial rift. As much as I want some broyals angst & fluff next season, I do think ultimately Rayla will have the bigger role to play in the possession plot line, simply because it's been set up that way, for a few years:

Aaravos specifically taunts Rayla with being unable to kill in 4x04 only for that to be precisely what Callum asks Rayla to do in 4x07. That's a plot beat / choice and set up that has to be paid off eventually

Furthermore, Rayla is the one emphasized more in said scenario. She's the one catching Callum and stepping toward him at first in 4x04, she's the one interrupting Callum with the mirror in 4x02, and she's the one to explicitly tell him he has another path in 4x07. They also cut to a shot with her directly when Callum says "he'll [...] hurt people I care about" which - Yeah

S5 actually furthered this thread of Aaravos-Rayla tethering. Whereas twice in S4 people think Callum is going to talk about Rayla when he actually talks about Aaravos, S5 switches it up with Callum's research into Aaravos being derailed by his devotion to Rayla (5x01: "Your elf friend is in trouble" / 5x04: "But you can trust me to stay focused" whereas Callum immediately loses focus because of her). 5x08, in which Callum is willing to help someone murder an Archdragon and to do dark magic in order to save her, likewise has the Callum-Aaravos intro.

Callum and Rayla watching a literal falling star together in 5x02, all of Rayla's associations of being light, etc.

This all ties together, then, of Rayla likely being the one to save Callum from the brainwashing (even if she also is, come hell or high water, what leads to him being brainwashed again in the first place - kinda like how Viren's love for his family doomed him at first and then also brought him back from the brink again in S5). This has been foreshadowed in a few ways / would be payoff for a few different ways.

Rayla being associated with light and Callum's agency (even if the light isn't always good and agency isn't always that simple, which is already in line with the flashing white cube in 4x04 and 5x08 as Callum is Aaravos' pawn). Also these lines from the book one novelization, which drive me crazy every time: “So they might kill you or they might save you,” Callum said. “Exactly.” Rayla smiled. “Just like me.” (—Book One: Novelization)

S5 puts Rayla's selflessness on full display, as she doesn't prioritize her parents once and instead Callum is the one who pushes forward on that front, even while acknowledging that "The world needs me. Callum and Ezran need me" still go basically hand-in-hand with her. While the "stronger together" is something she's learning (with practice) and is something that Callum may need to re-learn to a degree, Rayla's tendency to sacrifice hasn't been really dismantled yet. Her refusing to sacrifice something - in this case, a possessed Callum - by refusing to kill him (even if it puts the world at risk) would be a big, meaningful step forward for her, and is I think where they're headed.

On that note: S4 opened up an interesting character aspect for her with "we can't save everyone" regarding the drake in 4x05 that again, S5 has kind of left unaddressed for now, so Rayla and Callum both reconciling their identities - Callum, through reconciling the light and dark inside him and being brought out of possession (moon arcanum time?); and Rayla, being someone who can save people and depend on them without always having to sacrifice herself - could work really well if she's the one who breaks him free. Chains and keys and "That's your name right - Callum?" and "She's not the elf, she's Rayla" and "You're the destiny is a book you write yourself guy" and "That's what makes her a hero. That's what makes her Rayla" etc.

Finnegrin implies that Callum's love for Rayla makes him weak ( "All that talk about how love makes you stronger, but the second you see that elf girl in pain") and foolish. Impulsive, irrational. Opeli implies it to a much lesser degree, but that's still why she cautions Callum in 5x01. If "losing control" is synonymous with Rayla for Callum, it just means that Aaravos losing control of Callum probably will be as well.

Love is good and bad. Strength and weakness. The ocean and dark magic. Light and dark. Control and liberation.

I think we'll see all of that reflected in the possession plot line going ahead in S6.

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

Yangchen and Aang: *trying to hold onto what Air Nation qualities they have while still performing their duties* Disha, to Roku: You are a spirit of NO Nation. Me: ??????

[mikaikaika]

Forever and Baghera wondering if Roier will join them for adventure meanwhile Roier is busy roleplaying and handing out playboy level pamphlets of Melissa as part of his therapy session to Missa