#theres a smidge of plot

[za-vandal]

Bark like you want it

IPC superior/richer Male reader X sub! Lyndon Skott (HSR) smut because my type in men are pathetic idiots for some reason.

NSFW under the cut, no extra tags, enjoy

It's a bit pitiful, the man that's currently fucking himself on your dick would never have though he'd be moaning like a bitch in heat whilst in his superior's office.

Lyndon Skott met you in Aurum Alley of all places, when you spoke (more like scolded) him for ruining the IPC's public image with his stupid stunt. You might have been a little too mean with your comments, since he did start crying a little, so you took it into your own hands to buy him a drink or two...

Now flash forward a few months, you think you might've accidentally acquired a very bratty, very noisy little sugar baby. One that seems desperate to get a good fuck, but has so big of an ego he refuses to let you do the fucking unless you bend him in half.

He always tries to ride your dick, but he always ends up with his knees weak, his hole aching from his own slow and inexperienced pacing. He tries to lift his pretty little hips up but ends up losing strength in his legs, letting your dick fill his tight hole as he falls onto it.

You don't really mind this slow pacing of him fucking himself on your dick and failing most of the time, his whines and pretty moans makes up for the pacing. Plus, you do get to tease the man, stroking his dick while matching the pace where he fucks himself into you, overstimulating him and watching his pretty little dick twitch as you mark up his shoulder and neck, watching him cum from you hands as you suddenly speed up when he was trying to catch his breath...

When he finally gets tired of riding you, you get to pound him hard into the sheets. Putting his legs onto your shoulder and letting your dick press against his prostate, make him moan like a bitch, or if you're feeling mean you can ask him bark. He cries and whines about how you're so mean, letting him suffer a while ago and fucking him so hard when he's so tired, he's absolutely spent, he can't cum again, he really can't!

You make him cum so much he dry cums as you finally fill him up, the white substance already piled up on his stomach as he came multiple times when you had him in the breeding position, his dick twitching and he squirms as much as he can under you but he's so drained he can't even cum properly. Maybe if you're feeling particularly horny, he might suck you off while you press your feet against his limp dick, overwhelming his senses while he chokes on your cock, he's so fucked out of his mind he lets you rough him up however you like.

Of course, you have to treat him to a long, nice bath with expensive candles burning to get rid of the smell of sex. And of course you have to treat him to good food, you did fuck the brains out of the man. And yes, you do take him shopping, he wants new sunglasses. He's your bratty little sugar baby now, treat him well and maybe he'll let you fuck him against the mirror. Maybe.

Anyone interested in mirror fucking? Idk, maybe I'll continue this when I'm stressed out and need a punching bag. I love whiny men.

[turnaboutstar]

I finished turnabout serenade it wasn't as mid as I thought it would be it was actually fun I saw people say it's like big top two but it's better than that case and even that actually had some good moments imo (just like the parts with franzsika and edgeworth etc) like that was interesting!!!and maya was pretty fun in that case but yeah despite most of it feeling like filler and max and ben existences I still think it's better than the first case of that game that's my least favourite it was so annoying imo anyways them playing the video a bunch of times was getting a little annoying but I think with how weird 3d klavier looked it kinda made it more funny than annoying and I think it wasn't that bad of a set up to the next one I'm so excited to play it but turnabout corner was definitely less fun than this one

[omgeto]

☆ WHEN YOU HAVE SEX WITH YOUR PROFESSOR — NANAMI, TOJI, GETO, GOJO.

summary: you have sex with your professor. for many different reasons.

wc: 4.2k (each of these were meant to be 500 words long so idk what happened)

cw: smutty smut afab!reader who's in university, mutual masturbation, spanking, semi public sex, toji is not a professor but a gym coach who rails you in a supply closet, but theres a lot of sex on a lot of desks so mdni.

an: theres actually a smidge of plot in this just a tiny bit if you do a deep squint, but the smut id personally say is my best yet. so give it a chance people, but come for the smut stay for the dialogue. hope you enjoy! not proofread ignore mistakes pls

☆ NANAMI

nanami kento, was the strictest teacher you have ever had. you couldn’t get away with your usual tricks that you did with some of your other professors — strutting past their office during office hours in your skimpiest clothes to get a better grade. it was as if nanami was immune to all your devices.

but with a big exam coming up, you knew you had to make something happen since studying was not your forte. so you were prepared to do anything to get that A.

“come in," his deep voice calls from inside.

as you enter his office, you are met with the sight of your professor, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, reviewing a stack of papers. he glances up at you briefly before returning his attention to his work.

"what can I help you with?" he ask, his tone professional.

“i wanted to see if we could talk about the exam you set for us tomorrow,” you start to say, his eyes still focused on his papers, not sparing you a glance. “i was thinking we could figure out a way for me to get extra credit… sir.” 

you had his attention now. technically you’ve always had his attention — yes nanami was different to all the other professors you’ve ever had but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t a man at the end of the day. 

he always noticed the way you’d sit in his classroom, your pouty mouth always gnawing at your pencil as you never had a clue what was going on. nanami always had to hide his dick feeling tight in his trousers whenever you walk into his classroom. little did you know that you actually would’ve failed his class a long time ago, but because he just couldn’t let go of the sight of how your pretty tits bounce everytime you raise your hand, he always made you pass. 

“well what are you willing to do for that extra credit?” he says, his tone slightly amused.

“whatever you want” you respond a bit too eagerly, you were coming onto him hard. but it was working, you could already see the crack in his usual stoic facade. “c’mon professor nanami, i need to pass this class,” you practically beg. 

“oh yeah, you definitely need to pass this exam, you’re one more failed exam to flunking my whole class,” he affirms — lying through his teeth. “so i think you should come sit up here, and show me what you’re willing to do huh.”

suddenly, you start to feel nervous. usually you’d have control of the situation, you’d flaunt your ass, fuck your teacher and get an A, easily. but this time, you could see in nanami’s eyes that from when you entered his office �� that he was running the show.

you saunter over his desk, and he pushes his seat back allowing you to have room to perch on his desk in front of him. “take off your shirt,” he commands, and you’re quick to fling off your top — that was barely covering anything anyways, “wow no bra, why am i not surprised.” he stares at your hardened nipples smirking as he continues to say, “you know i see your nipples peeking at me through your shit all the time in class.”

“really?” you question coyly.

“you don’t think i see how you practically fuck yourself in your seat when i’m doing a reading,” he continues, his arms folding as if he was telling you off, “a bit disrespectful, right?”

“no i-it’s just i really like the sound of your voice,” you stammer, embarrassed at him calling you out. you couldn’t deny that your professor was hot, everybody thought so and you hated school the only thing that got you through your classes was your day dreams of him fucking you.

“oh really, well i wanna see you get off to it for real this time.”

“wha—”

“touch yourself,” he demands with a grin, “fuck yourself on your fingers, put on a show for me,” he loosens his tie, and unbuttons his cuffs, ready to watch you perform for him, “and if you do well, then we could talk about your extra credit.”

you take off your pants, your hands moving directly to your throbbing pussy — since of course you had no panties on. you press your thumb down on your clit as your fingers work their way into your cunt. you were already soaked, just from hearing your professor speak to you, so it was easy to slide your digits in and out of you. 

nanami’s grin grows wider, loving the way your work your pussy,  “you not gonna play with your tits?” and you take his hint, your other hand sliding up to cup one of your boobs, your fingers pinching and pulling at your nipples. “good girl,” he praises.

you add another finger inside of you, writhing down hard on his desk against your digits. you quicken your pace, rubbing your thumb vigorously against your clit. his gaze on you served as an encouragement, your ultimate goal was shifted, at this point you didn’t care whether he passed or failed you — you just wanted to put on a good show for him.

“you gonna cum for me?” he taunts, the sound of your pussy squelching around your fingers as you drive them in is like music to his ears. you barely even noticed him fisting his dick, stroking it hard — matching the pace of your fingers hammers your cunt.  “you gonna make a big mess for me all over my desk?”

“professor i-” you whine, wanting more than just your own fingers inside of you, “please i need—”

“professor? what was it that you called me earlier?” he teases, “remind me of that and then maybe i’ll give you what you’re begging for.”

“s-sir please,” you sputter, barely being able to string a sentence together. you could feel you were about to cum hard. your fingers were still drilling into your pussy, and your hands were still suctioned on your tit and nanami's dick was taunting you. “i need you.”

“you need me hmm?” he mocks, his eyebrow tilting as he stares at your fucked out face.

“yeah p-please i need your dick,” you beg, your pussy was gushing all over your fingers, as your strokes got sloppier, “i need you i-in me.”

“oh really?” he asks with a smirk, a slight chuckle as you nod eagerly, “well too bad.”

“wha—”

“you really thought i’d put my dick in a slutty student that’s not even smart enough to even pass my class?” he lectures, he tuts his teeth, shaking his head, “now finish off for me and leave office hours end in a few minutes.”

“f-fuck,” you moan out, you could barely even process his words, too busy focused on cumming all over your fingers to think about how he just denied you of what you really wanted, your hand falls off your tit, your head jerking back as your release over his desk. he’s quick to cum too, biting down on his fist to surpress the loud moan threatening to come out

“you really made a mess for me huh,” he observes, swiping his fingers across the pool of cum you left on his desk and bringing it into his mouth, “sweet.” you were at a loss for words, you were just coached through one of the best orgasms you ever had from your professor — and he didn’t even touch you — yet you still don’t know whether he’s gonna pass you or not.

“so about that exam…?” you voice trails, as you put back on your shirt, hopping of his desk.

“i’ll think about it, sit the exam first and i’ll see what i can do,” his voice turns serious, and he nods his head in the direction for you to leave indicating for you to get up out of his office. but just before you're about to leave the room he calls out to you, “oi.”

“thanks for the live show.” 

☆ TOJI 

“why do we always have to fuck in such awkward spaces,” you complain nearly tripping on a basketball as toji holds you upright.

“you know you love it baby,” he smirks, pressing a kiss to your cheek, thrusting up into you further. 

you were in the gym supply closet, having your weekly sex with your university's gym teacher. you don’t even know how your little routine came about but once he started to hammer into you every friday after basketball practice, you’ve never missed a meet up.

“don’t call me that,” you groan out at the use of his pet name.

“why not?” he grumbles, cupping your tits with his hands as he stands behind you, “aren’t you students s’pposed to listen to your teachers and all that.”

you take a sharp inhale as his large hands smother your boobs, his thick things toy with your nipples, “but y-you aren’t a real teacher, in case you forgot.”

“am too,” he mutters like a child.

“a-are not,” you spit back just as childishly.

“am, too,” he persists, thrusting into you hard. pushing you down by your nape, forcing your hands to grip onto some random gym apparatus. he uses his foot to spread your legs apart wider so he can fit right behind you. fucking into you with something to prove.

“you teach gym to a bunch of brain dead j-jocks, wouldn’t say that classifies as being an actual professor toji.” you continue riling him up, biting your lip as his hammers into you harder. “you’re more like a glorified personal trainer than a teacher.”

he drives into you deeper, “oh and your just an uppity bitch, who still ended up fucking this ‘personal teacher,’ in a gym closet,” his mouth moves close to your ear, as he whispers, “so what does that say about you baby?” he presses a kiss underneath your ear lobe, before lightly sucking on it.

his words go straight to your core, him calling you an ‘uppity bitch’ had the exact effect he intended them to have — you throwing  your ass on his dick, fucking him back as hard as he was fucking you. 

he sends a smack to your ass, biting his lip as it ripples at the contact of his palm. his slaps were merciless, having you scream out every time he hits your cheek. “how’s this for a glorified personal trainer huh?” he coos in your ear, feeling dignified as you rut against him more feigning for more of his dick in your throbbing pussy. 

“ah you f-fill me up s-so so good,” you mewl out, as his dick pumps in and out of you stuffing you with every thrust. his mouth latches onto the nape of your neck, sucking on it as he ploughs into you deeper, hitting your spot with pinpoint accuracy.

“i know i do baby, i always stuff you good don’t i?” he groans out, your pussy was a vice grip on his dick, had him suppressing his moans whenever you clenched around him, “don’t know why you fuck around with these lame ass boys in your classes, they can’t fuck you like i do. do they?”

“well…” you voice trails in a teasing tone.

“dont f-fucking play with me,” he sputters, feeling himself about to bust all inside of you, “i’m the only one you fucking right,” when he doesn’t hear an immediate answer, he shoves himself into you his hips pushing right against your ass, “right?”

“y-yes fuck, right,” you sigh rolling your eyes at his act of possessiveness — ignoring how you pussy got even wetter at his words. “you’re the b-best i ever had, toji.”

“you’re damn right i am,” he scoffs out giving your ass one final slap as he says, “you going finish all over my dick, c’mon baby coat my dick with your sweet sweet,” and you do just that. you cum with a cry, releasing all over toji, as he shoots into you a loud groan leaving his mouth.

“aww i forgot how loud you get for me,” you tease him as he pulls out of you, turning to look at him with a grin, which he huffs out, “anyways what did i tell you about cumming in me, i'm not one of those cheerleaders you run around with,” you fuss swatting at his chest.

“yeah you aren’t one of the cheerleaders i run around with,” he repeats, “hence why i can cum in you, you know you’re my favourite fuck out of all my students”

“ugh you’re so gross.”

“you say that with my cum running down your legs,” he says, giving you a pointed look, his eyes staring down at your thighs, “i do have another hour till my next class i gotta teach, so i could clean it up for you?” he offers, already going down to his knees, knowing that was a suggestion you would not deny.

“if you insist.”

he starts to suck against your thighs as you lean against the wall, sandwiched between a goal post and a hockey stick, but just before his lips latch onto your pussy, he looks up to you with a pout, “do you really think gym coaches aren’t teachers?”

“oh shut up toji,” you mutter, pushing his head to your cunt.

☆ GETO

you storm into your professors office, pissed off. professor geto was the worst teacher you’ve ever had. he was cocky, arrogant and most of the time he didn’t have a clue what he was teaching. 

“ah miss know it all,” he muses, his personal nickname he created for you during his first semester of being your professor, “to what do i owe the pleasure this time.” you were no stranger to geto’s office, you were practically the only student that actually used his office hours. geto didn’t mind it though. the unplanned visits, your impoliteness — he was amused by it. 

“could you explain why you gave me a B, on my last paper?” you interrogate, waving said essay in his face furiously, “when we both know that this is easily worth an A.”

“i just think you could do better,” he shrugs nonchalantly, “i just think you haven’t harnessed your true potential, that’s all.” geto knew you were smart, the smartest person he’s ever taught. he just needed to get you in his office. and he knew a below average grade on an essay, that didn’t even matter, was the way to do that.

“and what do you know about potential?” you mutter, more to yourself than anything, “i don’t even know how you managed to get this job.”

he rolls his eyes at your comments, “do you really want this A?” 

"of course i want the stupid A," you reply, your tone determined. "i've put in the effort, and i've met all the requirements for this paper. there's no reason for you to give me a B except for your own personal bias against me."

“personal bias? some may argue that you’re actually my favourite?” geto leans back in his chair, a sly grin on his face. "but alright, then. here's the deal," he says, folding his arms. "if you can convince me right now, in this very moment, that you deserve an A for this paper, i'll change your grade. but you'll have to persuade me.”

“persuade you?” you retort, “what you want me to do a powerpoint presentation or something…?” 

he chuckles, shaking his head at your naivety, for someone so smart you somehow lack social awareness, “no i wanna see if you taste as good as you look.”

“you mean…” your voice trails, finally catching on to what he was getting at.

“come lay down on my desk,” he says casually as if this was a usual ordeal between the two of you. he could see you hesitating, “you do want that A right?” 

your feet were stuck in the ground, you never wanted to be one of those girls — ones that had to fuck a teacher just to get through university. but, regardless of your below A grade, you were more curious about what it would actually be like. especially with a professor that looked like geto. 

you lay down on his desk, nervous, you could feel his breath on your stomach as he slides down your jeans. he was kneeling down, his face at the same level as your pussy. he toys with your underwear, pulling at it and snapping it against your skin, giving you a smile of approval in your choice of panties. but just before he pulls them off you he asks, “you sure you want to do it smarty? you can run back to your dorm if you want?”

“anything to get the A,” you grit out, basically lying, since getting your grade improved was the last thing on your mind as he pulls off your underwear. 

he takes his hair — that was usually tied up in bun —  down, releasing his long hair, “just in case you need something to pull on,” he smirks.

his fingers slide across your wet slit, spreading your lips. he presses a kiss on your clit, slightly nibbling on it before working his mouth down to your pussy. you gasp at the contact as he latches his mouth on you, his tongue darting into your cunt at a quick pace. 

geto hums in satisfaction as you hands immediately go to grab his hair, pulling at it as his tongue gives you long strokes, lapping up all the juices already spilling out of you. “i didn’t think my star student would be this needy, if only the class could see you now.” he taunts lifting his head up, “i guess they wouldn’t be surprised though, your as hungry for my tongue as you are to answer questions in class,” he finishes with a chuckle pressing a kiss to your thigh.

but you’re quick to silence him, clenching your thighs against his head, “s-shut up,” you whine, thrusting your hips up in his face to meet his tongue. your head was swirling, you could barely remember how you ended up on your professors desk in the first place. but all you were focused on was clawing your fingers through his scalp as he slurps and sucks on your pussy.

“oh m-my god,” you murmur, soaking his face. he could tell by the way you pushing his face deeper into your cunt, his nose forced into your arousal that you were close.

“ready to let me taste you” he asks, his voice sending vibrations over your pussy, “wanna taste you so fucking bad.”

“fuck d-didn’t think it’ll be this g-good,” you whine out. he brings his thumb to you clit rubbing it as fast as he could taking you over the edge. you moan out, practically squealing, as you squirt all over his face. he smirks, trying to get as much as it as he can.

“i didn’t know my star student could squirt,” he teases, his mouth glistening with evidence of you, “or should i call you my star squirter.”

“haha, very funny…” you deadpan, becoming slightly shy at seeing him lick his lips wiping the last remains of you off of him.

“i guess my theory was right,” he concludes.

“what theory?” you ask, puzzled, forgetting the whole reason you let him eat you out in the first place.

“you do taste as good as you look,” he comments with a pleased grin, already reminiscing about you squirting all over his face.

“so about my A?” you ask pulling up your jeans, and collecting your things.

“yeah i’ll expect your rewrite on my desk by friday,” he shrugs, going back to his nonchalant persona.

“rewrite? did you not promise me an A if i can ‘persuade you,’ at how badly i want it?” you question, going back to your original state of being pissed off, “did i not persuade you mr ‘you do taste as good as you look.’ this is so unfair”

“ask me if i care about fairness?” he smirks, a laugh leaving his lips as he watches you storm out of his office, “hey! you left your underwear,” he calls out behind you, his laugh growing as you say nothing, putting up your middle finger at him and slamming his door shut.

☆ GOJO

“do you want to lose your job?” you chastise, “shut the fuck up.”

“but i can’t help it,” he purrs, nuzzling into your neck to suppress his non stop moans and whines that he was doing as he pushed his dick in you, “your pussy’s just too good.”

you were leaning against the desk of your professor gojo’s lecture hall, your legs wrapped around his bag as he hoisted you up, grinding his body against yours as his dick drives in your pussy. 

it was after hours, and gojo forgot to lock his classroom doors. as soon as your peers left the room he was quick to put his lips on yours, throwing all the stationary on his desk on the floor in the most dramatic fashion ever. 

you don’t know how you got entangled in a relationship with your teacher. since you didn’t actually benefit from it, and he was needier and clingier than an actual student your age. but the mind blowing orgasms he gave you every now and again made you forget all of his ‘bad qualities.’

“c’mon don’t tell me it’s not making you feel wetter,” he murmurs in between kisses, “the idea of someone walking in on me fucking your pretty little pussy.” you ignore him, your arms tightening around his neck as you bounce on his dick. “tell me that doesn’t make you hot,” he eases his dick out of you slightly, drawing both of your attention to his member already covered in your juices. his eyebrows raise when you look back at him as if he’s just proved his point.

“whatever, i guess the idea of us getting caught isn’t that bad,” you lie, knowing it was causing you to get better, “but if we do get caught then it's your ass gojo.”

“aww you’re so thoughtful,” he coos, “you really care about me and my job, will you miss me if i get fired?”

“well i’ll miss my on campus dick,” you mutter, scratching at his back, as he thrusts into you deeper, “but i’ll be able to replace you quickly i guess.”

“oh how you wound me,” he mocks, pulling you into a deep kiss, desperate to taste you. that was gojo’s favourite thing to do to you, of course your pussy was great, but your lips were his favourite thing. sometimes he’d even drag you out of the hallway into his office —not a care in the world if anyone was around— and pull you into his lap just shove his tongue into your mouth and fondle your tits.

for a lousy professor, gojo sure knew your body well. he knew every spot to hit, every place to kiss, every stroke to make and you loved it. the scratches you were giving him on his back, encouraging him to go deeper, stuffing you to the brim. “f-fuckk you take me so so well,” he moans in your ear, whining and grunting as you tighten your hold around him. 

“i’m close,” he mutters, his pace slowing. he lowers you down so your back is laying on the desk and he swoops his mouth down to your tits. enveloping your left breast with his mouth, greedily suckling at it. 

“wow already?” you taunt, “you’ve really lost your touch professor, when i was an undergrad we could go at it for days.” his mouth pauses, as he looks up at you with a pointed look that reads as ‘girl really? as if you aren’t close.’ he wasn’t wrong, from his deep long strokes in your pussy, and his tongue twisting on your nipples, you were ready to cum all over him.

“gojo shit,” you curse, your hand coming down to your clit, flicking at it fast to speed up your orgasm. but gojo slaps your hand away, almost offended that you would try to cum off of something other than his hands and mouth. he bites down on your nipple, punishingly and that sends you overboard. you let out a shriek as you cum all over his dick, your hand quickly coming over your mouth to suppress your whines.

“what happened to being quiet huh?” he mocks your warning from earlier, “don’t want to get caught, do we now?” but he’s quick to let out a deep moan, as he releases into you, spraying your walls with all your cum. he slumps over you, exhausted, and wanting to just feel you — gojo was always needy after sex.

after you both come down from your highs and clean up — thankful that nobody stumbled across you. gojo pulls you into his lap, dabbing kisses all over your neck, “so when you gonna let me take you out, outside the classroom?”

“y’know that’s not allowed right?” you remind him, looking at your professor as if he’s lost his mind, “what we’re doing now isn’t allowed, but out in public is a no go, gojo.”

“not allowed?” he retorts, as if it’s news to him, “i thought it was just heavily frowned upon?!”

an: sooo what did you think? which one was your favourite. me personal lame gym coach toji really did it for me. tagging my girl @jabamin mainly just for nanami. but yes ALSO IDK WHY I MADE THE READER DUMB IN THE NANAMI FIC, but I juxtaposed it by making you super smart in the geto fic so it balances it out. anyways lmk what you thought, thanks for reading!! DONT USE MY DIVIDERS

[tomiswriting]

Can we pretty PLEASE, get more of Sour bill and Turbo's rivalry🥺

Like Both of them trying to get Trans King candy's attention and then Candy notices this rivalry of theirs, could make it fluff or smut or both, either one is fine with me

{Fluff} Part 1 of Together...

It seems like King Candy had started to notice his servant and the rouge racers behavior towards each other. But, ends up spying on their conversation...

Theres a smidge of angst, just a smidge. Not a lot, it's there for plot reasons. I also feel like I didn't add enough fluff, but I've already kept yall waiting for so long so I feel even more bad. But I'll make it up in part 2 for the smut!

~KING CANDY'S POV~

I may see like an airhead at times, but in actuality...I'm not.

You see I've started to notice my servant's behavior with the rouge racer. Constantly having silent staring battles, or even trying to be close to me while the other was not near. Ugh, I could just hear their thoughts from here or Turbo's eye twitches. But, it's not that I'm bothered by it...

I enjoy it! I can't help but feel giddy seeing them have a silent competition over me. Before you ask, my feelings for them are complicated...Let's start from the beginning, when it was just me and Sour Bill.

I had begun to fallen for him over time, the way he took care of me during our...ahem...nightly activities. Especially, during afterward, he makes sure I'm cleaned and properly dressed. Oh but it doesn't stop there, even outside of our activities, he care for me. He makes sure I'm fed, checks my health and even puts aside any documents when I need some rest. How could I have not fallen for him!...But then, Turbo showed up.

He was the complete opposite of Sour Bill, he's rough mannered, cocky and has quite an ego. But, despite being rough all around, he can be sweet at times. For example, he's a very good drawer, I gave him his very own sketchbook. Instead of constantly asking for a bunch of paper, you should've seen his face. It was as red as the red stripes on his jumpsuit.

Nevertheless, in response to me giving him his own sketchbook. He's been constantly bring me his artwork, but not just any old artwork, it was artwork of me. He drew a bunch of drawings of me, portraits or even poses I don't remember doing. It was like I did a pose on accident, and memorized it, so he could draw me. Anytime he brought me an artwork, he wouldn't look me in the eye. Instead, shyly looking away, trying to hide his face from me. All his artworks he had given me, is in my office, hanging on a corkboard.

I can't help but think he's so cute, being all shy and stuff. The complete opposite of his tough guy persona he puts on. I couldn't help but fell for him as well, seeing him try to show his way of love. But, perhaps it's also his straight forwardness...Like hooking his arm around my waist whenever he wanted, making me yelp out loud.

Oh my, what a mess I've gotten in myself, I can't help but feal bad. I would have to choose one between the two, it wouldn't be right to have both...

But, what if I can have both...this would be great! I wouldn't have to pick between the two and no one would get hurt. Everyone gets to be happy, oh...but they might not agree with me. I know! I'll just have a conversation with them, oh we can tea as well! Now to look for them...

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I sighed out loud, getting slightly tired from walking around the castle looking for those two. I was about to yell out their names when I heard someone slightly yelling. It was Turbo's voice, finally at last! I quickly headed over to the door that led to an unused guest room. Strange, but quickly shook the thoughts away. But, as I was about to knock, I heard my name being mentioned.

I stopped my hand just in the nick of time, quickly putting it down. Confused a bit, I look through the keyhole. Sour Bill was also in the room, but they seemed they were angrily talking with each other. I couldn't help but try to listen in to their conversation, seeing that they were mentioning my name, many times...

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~THIRD PERSON POV~

"You're being irrational Turbo...as usual..." Sour Bill said to Turbo, caressing his growing headache with his jelly bean hands.

"Oh irrational my ass, you're happily fucking KC behind everyone's back! How-why did he chose you...fucking unbelievable..." Turbo yelling at Sour Bill, before quickly toning down his voice. Not wanting anyone who would happen to walk by hear their conversation.

"I already told you the story...don't make me repeat it..." Sour Bill said to Turbo, mentioning the first time the King had came to Sour Bill.

"I KNOW THE STORY!...and you think, the King can't love, I'm not good enough for him...typical of you sour ball..." yelling at Sour Bill, angry with them.

Sour Bill couldn't help but forget his monotone self, now trembling with anger.

"Are you hearing you're self right now...at least I have some dignity...what about you huh...sounds like to me you just want to sleep with the King...probably blinded by nothing but lu-" Before Sour Bill could finish his argument, Turbo had picked up his head and threw him against the candy wall. Groaning in pain, he looked up at Turbo, his face filled with pure hatred with his glowing yellow eyes.

"YOU. DON'T. KNOW. ME!...I LOVE KC, I LOVE THAT HE LISTENS TO ME..I-I love that he gets happy to see me...I love that he listens to me...even when no one else did..." Turbo's temper had simmered down after his rant, now looking away dejected.

Sour Bill couldn't help but feel bad, despite being thrown to against the wall. But before he could say a word...someone had busted through the doors.

It was King Candy.

The King was still looking through the keyhole hearing their conversation, but when he saw Turbo had threw Sour Bill against the wall. He hastily opened the doors, and rushed over to the sour ball on the floor. The King had asked if he was okay, if he was hurt, but didn't say anything due to shock that he was here.

King Candy had turned to look at Turbo, and said...

"Turbo! You have to be careful! You could've hurt him!...honestly you two are such troublemakers..." rubbing his growing headache.

The two troublemakers had quickly made eye contact with each other, trying to see if either of them knew that the King was around. Before, looking back the King, who decided to sit on the bed and stretch his feet. With his both of his eyes closed, he decided to finally have the conversation he needed.

"I would like to talk to you both, if..you don't mind...it's something that's been on my mind for awhile." the King said carefully, worried he'll spook them.

Sour Bill and Turbo knew what he wanted to talk about, at this point...it was no use in hiding their feelings.

"O-of course! your highness...um..." Sour bill said, uneasiness laid in his voice.

"It's about both of you having feelings for me..." the King said with full confidence, not wanting to waste any time.

Both of them couldn't help but look at each other in panic, almost thinking to each other, what do we do?!...The King had turned to look at them, quickly hiding their panicked faces. The King couldn't help but let out a giggle due to their faces.

"It's nothing to worry about you two, ho-ho~!" the King's giggles filled the room.

"Ahem...But, I did wanted to talk about your feelings for me...and I think its sweet that both of you guys love me...and I just want to say that I accept your feelings!" the King said happily, while giving his cutest smile to them.

The troublemakers were ecstatic but then, they quickly remembered each other. Confusion filled the pair, who did the King accept...Turbo...or Sour Bill...so they asked.

"Who!?..." both of them asked, looking at the King in confusion.

"Oh! my bad..hehe...I accept both of your feelings! I would love for both of you to be my partners." the King said happily without a thought.

"Both!?...you're highness...as much as that sounds like a great idea...I don't share." Turbo said to the King, walking over to the bed to sit next to him.

"I'm afraid...I would have to agree...plus, I don't there is any couple that has a third partner..." Sour Bill added to the conversation, climbing up on the bed to sit next to the King as well.

"Hmph...But, I would love to have both of you. I know it's greedy of me...but, both of you make me happy...I didn't want to hurt either of your feelings..." the King said somberly

Both of them couldn't help but wonder if they could be a couple, all three of them. Perhaps it could work out...

"...I think we can give it a shot...I don't see why not...at least we won't be fighting over you..that much..." Sour Bill told his King, holding his hand in comfort.

"hmmm...I guess I can share you with sour ball..." Turbo casually said as if it was no big deal. Intertwining his hand with the King's other hand, his face slightly going red.

"Oh this is the greatest day of my life, we should celebrate! " the King said with Joy, holding Sour Bill's head near his torso, then leading Turbo out of the guest room.

"Celebrate?....How're we celebrating~?" Turbo said sneakily, hopeful that it's what he's currently thinking of...

"With tea and cake! What were you thinking of?" the King said happily, looking at Turbo with his innocent eyes.

"Ah nothing~!" Turbo said slyly, looking at Sour Bill who was shaking his head.

"Quiet, Sour head..."

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Thank you for reading, and also for your patience! I hoped you enjoyed this a lot! Part 2/finale is in the works already, it's going to continue based off this. I hope yall are ready, again thank you and I really appreciate you!

[soaps-mohawk]

..does this mean we're blessed with an alternative timeline where theres just a smidge less angst and more breadcrumbs of comfort 🥺? (Or is that spoiler territory for the rewrite)

You could say that, yeah. It'll be less heavy angst, but don't get me wrong it's still angsty. But I think the welcoming of the comfort will happen sooner than it is with the current plot

[allthedamnlove]

do you have any recommendations for authors who write Sofia x Rafe smut or fluff?

hiiii so first of all welcomee !!!!

so there are five main writers who write for rafia in english,

@lostsyren writes fluff and angst with a smidge of smut but she is an insane writer who is so detailed in every work she does, she writes small pieces as well has a series called, "Eternal" and its sequel, "Ephemeral"

@araybiaaa is another amazing writer you have to look for, she writes fluff and A LOT of smut, id say shes the talented smut writer out of us. andof course her other pieces are addicting too

@cherubfille is a sweetie who writes for rafia too, she has completed her second series, "Que Igual Un Angel" a pregnancy rafia fic WHICH IS MY FAV, and she posts blurbs too.

@ren14554 series "Eternal" is genuinely the best nail gripping series ever, the plot follows after s4 and its soo good

@beautyinsteadofashes writes very plot driven stories and is totally underrated. Her mafia rafe and mafia boss wife sofia fic is cool

i saw a fic on ao3 written by @/sadisticpussy about rafia but theres angst so fair warning BUT ITS SO GOOD

i do write too, i have a pregnancy fic and i am writing a full length fanfic book called "Aquamarine" butt since im burnt out and tired and lifes a bitch, im currently on pause for it butt trust im thinking about it 24*7 so and im planning to start writing again probably from april to may cuz i need to figure out some shit.

But trust mee, brazilian Rafia AUs are also on another level, i use google translate and lens in google chrome and read it like its the newspaper.

plss comment if you guys know anyother rafia writers, Hope this helps!!!

[ao3feed-tf2ships]

I Know You Want It (Baby, You Can Have It)

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/62513431

by Anonymous

Scout took a deep breath in and let it out slow. She could do this! Totally! She was hot and she knew it. It wasn’t nothing. Didn’t matter that she had been taking deep breaths for two hours now as she agonized over what to wear, and how to do her makeup, and how much cash she should take, and if she was ready for this at all.

Or: Scout has had a small realization at the age of 21. Luckily, there's a woman at the bar who knows how to help.

Words: 8886, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Team Fortress 2

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Engineer (Team Fortress 2), Scout (Team Fortress 2), heavy & demo & miss p are there but they're background chars

Relationships: Engineer/Scout (Team Fortress 2)

Additional Tags: Gay Bar, Meet-Cute, (i think so at least), Age Difference, Butch/Femme, Sexual Inexperience, debated tagging this as like. first time/loss of virginity, but its really not? scout is having her. first time lesbianing. i dont think theres a tag for that., Dom/sub, Pet Names, Dirty Talk, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Strap-Ons, oral sex (on a strap on), because it is hot. TO ME., Alternate Universe - Gender Changes, i like that tag best out of all the ones that exist that mean the same thing, and i dont think fem fortress is a canon tag lmao, Bratting, just a smidge, chappell roan title because i am a BASIC LESBIAN and PROUD OF IT, also because that specific line is something i can picture engie saying in this fic, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, just a little bit of plot. in order to facilitate the porn. you know how it is, is this hot? whos to say. it is to me at least

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/62513431

[demise-seems-dead]

More loki stuff

(cw: talk of suicidal ideation, bad mental health. Sylvie hate. Season 2 episode 1 spoilers)

i feel like loki, god as much as i love loki (character not series in this instance) is an example of a near too much character. I love all of his plot and lore, but its making me worry for the sake of his character that its getting hard to fit everything in. like. On top of the genderfluid and bisexual things being canonised but not recognised, i feel like theres so much unresolved with him that im just itching to see. Like actually think about the last time loki being a literal fucking frost giant was mentioned. I feel like this should at least be brought up a smidge more. In a series thats all about references and sneaky details i would appreciate even the smallest call back to his whole, ya know, being a magic snow sorcerer. The condensed water warlock. Like. Yk. Theres just so much going on and so much untouched and I am so fearful marvel is going to just... not address any of it. Like. God. For a show thats so insistent on its themes of self love and inner turmoil i would literally die if we got, like, anything related to mental health with loki. Please, for the love of all thats good and holy, if msrvel could drop the powerful sll mighty bad bitch i dont need no man annoying girl new protagonist (looking at you, sylvie.) for five minutes please, and just, talk about lokis mental health, i would be so mother fucking helpful. They literally went out of their way to show in the scene where loki steals the pruning stick from x-5 and has no hesitation to zap himself ( i know you could argue the situation was dire enough to where this would make sense, but loki also knows full damn well that this going wrong would spaghetti his bits and knows acting rashly is a bad idea yet still does it) was an example of suicidal ideation i would love to see represented well.

i just want loki to feel complete.

[magnolia-sunrise]

theres plenty of things i wanted to do this year with my art and the story etc that i didnt, but its like, whatever. i want to take stock of things i did manage this year instead:

i finished all the wips i started in the previous years iirc which is equally freeing and intimidating

tried out some new painting and coloring styles and new tools, and in general improved painting and got a bit faster

after all my little experiments, ive settled on a simpler style for comics i really enjoy fuckind around with and it also looks decent

ive become less scared of painting the artificial viscera that makes up androids and im really happy that not only i've managed to capture my vision for it, but its also gotten very nice and motivating feedback :")

built more on characters and relationships ive introduced in the previous year

and this is not something you have seen but behind the scenes, ive put together huge chunks of the skeleton of the world and the background story that actually circled back to plot relevant stuff so !yay! if i ever find a way to share even a smidge of this stuff i hope you will think its as cool as i do

i want to be kind to myself and not hold myself up to rigid plans or goals if it doesn't feel right, but here's some stuff i'd like to do next year

more story stuff! ive tried short comics, and i want to dip my toes into fake screenshots / sequential illustrations next

tied to the first point, feature more side characters

continue with short comic projects and get better at scripting and writing

draw more erotica. like just in general. thats very mood and time dependant for me so i cant even promise myself that but i miss ittt we should all be drawing more porn always

[rasshu-benaiokny]

〚 I Can Take It 〛 Part 1 🔞MDNI🔞

A Demon Slayer Gyutaro X Reader

- Reader Attributes: Adult (obviously)/ Fem/ Darker skin tone/ tsundere

- Gyutaro Attributes: Dominant/ mean spirited/ soft spot for reader/ greedy/ bitch

- Warnings/Content: CNC/ Fighting/ implied battle/ explicit sexual content/ adult x adult/ blood play/ shaming/ toxic relationship

⚠️NOTICE⚠️Theres been a rumor running around on certain apps “tiktok” claiming Gyutaro to be 13 or a minor. He is not a minor that was a VIZ error proven wrong via the anime; Gyutaro is an adult if you use the “demons dont age” argument due to his demon age in correspondence to Daki’s. Ok- we gucci? We gucci

⚠️NOTICE⚠️ This is based off of the official plot of my MAIN fanfiction that is an OC/insert x Gyutaro SFW fiction so so please refrain from stealing? Idk how to steal writing but people keep referring to that.

Its been quite the busy few months for you as you settle in your plush bed; beheading an upper moon demon, having to wear a back brace, forced to be off duty. It was a weird feeling after working constantly for so long just to be sitting in your estate alone as you can barely move without bending wrong. It was all because of that damned demon you fought last. His repulsive appearance was still etched into your memory; his grayish pale skin tone, his exhausted but crazed eyes, that stench that burned your nose, and that ungodly skeletal figure… That ugly demon put up a good fight, a horrific fight that you thought would be your last but somehow he faltered near the end, giving you a chance to end it all. Though… when it was done, you felt regret…?

Regardless, beheading that behemoth of a monster gave you such a high that you didn’t realize that you were as good as dead too as you blackout pathetically. Luckily you survived as your smaller comrades found you and now you’re back home. Your leader was mad that you recklessly tried to take on an unmarked upperrank but you were rewarded regardless. The only drawback was you had been put on probation for as long as it took for your back to heal up.

So thats what your few months have been like, just a life full of getting beat to hell, boredom, and aching backs. You were growing accustomed to the temporary life you were forced to live as you kept yourself busy with mindless chores and a few visits from other slayers... many were younger than you and they often felt bad that you gotten injured so badly, so they would bring gifts or food over. It was a nice relaxing change of pace, but as you lay in the bed looking at the ceiling, deep down you knew that you wanted to get back into the heat of battle once more. Closing those heavy eyelids, you slip into a nice slumber as your mind drifts from place to place, making up new illusions for you to experience.

Hours pass as it passes midnight and the moon shines into the bedroom illuminating the red and black walls surrounding you. The room was filled with a light red hue as the window sparkled slightly in the moonlight. It would be a pretty site if you were awake to see it but luckily someone else seems privy to your room’s beauty. Peering through the window, a pair familiar eyes look into the hashira’s window secretly scanning for anyone else… after confirming that you were indeed, all alone, your little visitor slowly unhatched the window and gently broke into the beautiful room. It was the upper moon you supposedly beheaded and killed; Gyutaro Shabana.

He grunted with a smidge of jealousy as he saw the tip of your hair poke out from under the thick covers that covered your body, you were sleeping soundly in the comfort of such a lavish mansion all alone and it infuriated him to a degree. Despite his disgust towards such a well off hashira like yourself, something was stopping him from killing you immediately. Glaring at the sleeping lump under the covers, Gyutaro’s attention was drawn to your dresser as he opened the drawers and looked inside to see clothes and uniforms neatly sorted out…

digging his dirty lanky hands into the drawer, he pulled out a nice looking kimono and began to tear holes into it before throwing it aside and going to the next clothing he fished out! He was just enjoying the simple fact that he could destroy everything that you owned without you knowing any the wiser! But then something made him stop as he pulled out a pair of underwear… his eyes stared harshly at the piece of underclothes as his face seemed blank for a moment or two before he sneered and got up.

Stuffing the underwear in his pocket for safe keeping, he scratched his bare neck and checked to see if you were still asleep: like a rock it seems. He grinned as he began to make his way to the human sized lump in the bed as he peeled your covers off carefully. But to his surprise, his pupils concentrated as he immediately stared down in shock and a slight embarrassment. There you laid before him, partially nude as your chest was bare and all you had on was a black pair of underwear… The demon looked down on your sleeping body as he took in the sight of such a chocolatey color, it was new to him and the only thing he wanted to do was touch you… to taste you… to experience you.

(Oh damn… im not gonna lie, im happy i made this but maaan… THIS IS GONNA MAKE ME CRINGE WHEN I POST IT… welp. If you’re interested, im that homie that be making gyutaro porms, check out my twitter💥)

[angelpuns]

if you do make cooper would you be willing to make the rest of the snack pack? prince d, guy dimond, dj suki, satin and chenille, biggie (of course with mr. dinkles), smidge. oh maybe even the other leaders of the tribes! its ok if you dont cuz thats a lot on top of kid leo, which btw im really worried about splinter, i really hope he isnt sick sick like gonna die sick kinda thing. leo is so cute too! and that youre been busy in general

i found a video that had a bunch of concept art for the movie, velvet and venner were gonna be bergens! there was also a plot that they completely scrapped i heard about, branch was supposed to be the one in the diamoind bottle not floyd...so thats fun to think about...

https://youtu.be/AjiT5tYd5lc?si=sz5H7_9b0gVWsuYs

theres also this design of viva where shes purple and i love it so much and some of floyd with two toned hair, this movie has taken over my life a little and im completely ok with it

-🤖

Oh, I absolutely plan to! I have already drawn up some sketches of Cooper, Prince D ,and Tiny :) I'm not sure about the others yet, but I may draw Barb (and also Riff caUSE HE'S ONE OF MY FAVORITES), and the other leaders :)

ALSO DON'T WORRY ABT SPLINTER HE'LL BE FIIIIINE :)))

OMG YEAH, THE CONCEPTS ARE ALL SO COOL, though I think their final designs are pretty much perfect- I didn't really like Viva's hair when I first saw her, but the color combo has grown on me significantly :)

[houseofpurplestars]

Theres this weird attitude around smut in fandom that doesnt exist in other media like people expect smut fics to have no plot or characterization at all and if some lengthy character study has a smidge of porn in it everyone loses their minds lol like imagine being like "i cant believe that movie had a sex scene!!" Buckwild

[astronomyotatoyappingblog]

Wolf Quest players are pure gold PART3

Okay all jokes aside, Oberon had a very contained (?) mental breakdown (Kinda small but still ig) Anyways so Rene comes over and is kinda trying to non-verbally comfort him ig so the she askes Night what he's doing or something and Night asks where the closest water it so Rene sends Night on his merry way to the river and then Rene asks Oberon again what's up and he says he's fine and then returns to the den because it's just a smidge too awkward for his taste. MEANWHILE, Mack returned home and is wondering where Noa is and ig thats when he realizes that his mate is dead and is lowkey kinda depressed so he's just lying there... being depressed. So then Oberon and Rene come back and Rene is just chillin', Mack is being depressed, and Oberon is keeping watch / guard. This is the point where a few people come a go so he watched a loner - I think it was Snowflake..? So then Rene comes over to Oberon and is like [R] You good dude, you look nervous

[O]Yep. [R] Broskie you don't look good. [O] Uhhhm Noa is missing :p [R] WAIT WHA- So in other words, Oberon asks Rene if she's seen Noa and so when Rene says she hasn't she starts howling to try to locate he because you know, that's just what wolves do to find each other. And then Night responds and Oberon joins in. And then Mack who, to be fair, is grieving and just normal Mack yells at Rene to shut up. And then he hears Oberon join in and is like "SHUT UP >:0" So then Oberon is like having another mini mental breakdown cause he's just worried about his pack mate and he's scared he's going to get kicked out of the pack because he got the alpha male mad at him so then he comes up with the brilliant plan to go look for Noa manually and I also forgot to mention that Mack left after he told Oberon off because he didn't want to get too mad at his packmates because broskies got anger issues and dude knows it- uhm so anyways, Oberon runs off to the west to try and find Noa and the Rene panics a smidge and runs after Oberon, but like I said earlier Oberon has litterally like the best speed stats so Rene is left IN THE DUST (sorry lols I've been writhing this for 2+ hrs now XP) So eventually Rene catches up (I let her for plot XD) and kinda scolds Oberon for running off without telling anyone, and tbh fair dude but anyways so then Oberon feels really bad and then- Rene had to go :( Oh well no romance for you OBERON >:D (Idk if that's a good think cause like I don't write romance ever so like idk man but uhmm yeah like don't get me wrong I would have LOVED to have continued that plot/ arc /idk man but idk would have been fun BUT OH WELL >:3) Okay, so that's the end of the part I really liked, not to say that the others past this are bad or anything just that Rene was kinda the main one I interacted with and all that so yeah, UHM SO YEAH. Not tons of other development from Oberon just kinda messing bout' But like I suppose theres a smidge- ANYWAYS I'LL JUST LET YOU READ IT XP

[collectalong]

1. long threads

theres a couple reads on this to my brain, and those are: threads w long replies, or threads w a high note count...

unless of course one or the other is a different number in which case, YAY! DOUBLE WHAMBY!

threads with long replies, i tend to put deeep in my drafts until inspiration strikes me! it's stuff like those that make me ever so thankful for my mutuals patience ♡

threads with a high note count are SOOO fun if theres a groove going. like, me and fox (at finncomet!) we would do some REAL GOOD STUFF on my old fern blog, we'd play thread tennis like CONSTANTLY 🎾 (w a smidge of hyperbole teehee)

of course, the operative phrase is 'if theres a groove going'! if i have to wrack my brain for anything to add, i usually consider dropping a thread pretty quick. however i wanna communicate more about it when that happens. maybe in the future i will fully appreciate the collaborative plotting process LMAO!!!

[tiktaaliker]

END OF AN ERA

Iron Gold (red rising book 4): gotta be honest here i barely even started this one. I was already a bit wary when i saw it switches perspectives throughout the book, because while thats normally perfectly fine part of why i LIKED red rising was because we only got Darrow's pov which was done extremely well. The very first chapter (or at least the start of the chapter) was third person pov and i just couldnt get over it

The Unwanteds: once again this was like. A book i happened to see while scrolling libby and vaguely remembered enjoying it when i was in like high school. Its fine. Narration was passable, story was a smidge dull but ok enough. Got thru like half of it maybe, stopped mostly because the books i actually wanted came off hold and also because. Man the main character is just kinda treated like shit garbage for a while and it was just sort of miserable to get thru. Funniest thing about this one is that it has a blurb saying something like 'its harry potter mixed with the hunger games!' when the only comparisons to either is that theres kids with magic and its a dystopian society. and its ESPECIALLY funny because it is EXTREMELY clearly meant to be an alternative take on The Giver. Like its not even subtle its just the giver with more magic

The Bright Sword: AAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGH. FUCK. really fucking good. Narration is REALLY good, narrator pulls off the distinct voices and accents FANTASTICALLY. both plot and writing itself is AMAZING. also reignited my obsession with arthurian ledgend and finally helped me find a name i like 👍

Acceptance (southern reach book 3): banging my head on the table. Just. Man. MAN. Fucking stunning narration as always. The pov switches actually work REALLY well this time- while not EVERY character gets a unique narrator (ghost bird, control, and the lighthouse keeper share one because theyre all third person), each perspective change gets a new narrator (one for the director (second person, which. wow ok props for pulling off some really good second person narration) and one for the biologist (first person perspective)). All three narrators are REALLY fucking good and fit their parts EXTREMELY well. Read with a cadence that actually takes whats being read into context, which is a surprisingly rare thing in audiobooks! And of course the story itself is amazing. Just. Man. Highly highly HIGHLY recommend checking the southern reach books out if you havent before. Just. Wow.

my thoughts on the stuff ive listened to during work; note that im not basing my reviews on how good the actual book is, its based on how my personal experience was to listen to the audiobook while working in the lab

Animorphs books 1-3: i read this series as a kid but only once, so i was familiar with the story enough to not get distracted but i had forgotten enough of the details to be kept engaged. Voice acting was fine, tolerable to listen to, character voices distinct enough to differentiate without being annoying (albiet with at least one exception). Biggest issue is length- since my shifts are 8 hours, i got through the first 3 books in a single shift, and the specific version i was listening to was split up into a handful of short parts each book so i kept having to switch to the next video, which was way too much of a momentum-stopper (and work interruption) to stick with this series specifically.

The Witcher books 1+2: eh. was fine enough. once again this was something i was familiar enough with to follow without having to worry too much about missing details, while also being somewhat entertaining. i think i liked it a lot better to read than to listen to. voice acting was fine. biggest issue was that i had finally gotten used to the narrator pronouncing dandelion as dan-DIL-leon for the first book but in the second book he switched to pronouncing it as DAN-dee-lion and i had to stop partway through because of it

Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: i remember enjoying reading it a lot more than listening. Ill be the first to admit that im kind of picky about audiobook narration and this one just didnt hit right, but was overall a good experience. Voice acting was fine, and the actual story was very entertaining as expected. Perfectly acceptable.

Discworld books 1-2: extremely good listens. Voice acting was great, character voices were fun and fit the characters really well, only skirted the line of being annoying. fantastic story, but not too complicated or unfamiliar, so i could still follow and be entertained while still focusing on work. Will probably continue the series at some point, but giving myself a buffer period before i start up again to avoid series burnout

Malevolent parts 41-44 (catching up with the podcast lol): man. theres just something about listening to a guy getting gutted and filled with maggots while working in the lab of a hospital. like broooo you are going to get sepsis!!! Very good listen, as expected, just kinda funny trying to keep a straight face while talking to coworkers and simultaneously listening to arthur's no good very bad day

Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell: probably the best one so far for what im using these for. The length meant i was able to spend like 4 whole shifts on the one audiobook. Footnotes were incorporated fantastically, narrator and voice acting was phenomenal, and its also pretty much my favorite book of all time. Ive read this SEVERAL times, but because of how fucking huge this thing is theres a lot of details i forgot about or misremembered. Only issue is that it was split up into several audio tracks, so i had to switch to the next one a few times per shift. They were each around 2 hours long however, so it wasnt too inconvenient. Also at one point i fucked up and accidentally skipped like 8 whole hours without realizing until after an hour in where they referenced an event i KNEW i hadnt gotten to yet lol

Catch-22: man they really went all fucking OUT on the voice acting here. All characters are EXTREMELY distinct, so im very easily able to tell who's talking even without speaking tags. One of my pet peeves in audiobooks is when the narrator whisper-yells when a character is meant to be screaming. That does not happen here. Narrator fucking COMMITS. Yelling, sobbing, laughing, all of it. Fucking fantastic. Phenomenal as an audiobook, i think i mightve even enjoyed it even better than actually reading it.

Slaughterhouse-five: man. this one is ALSO an audiobook that is fucking PHENOMENAL. biggest problem is that i got WAYYY too into it. I really needed to just sit down and soak it in, which was not very condusive to a workplace environment. I now have a self-imposed limit where im not going to be listening to any more vonnegut books from now on because i KNOW itll have a similar affect

His majesty's dragon: this one couldve been good, but the recording i found was not. The guy reading it did a big spiel at the beginning of each chapter and kept adding unneeded commentary like it was a middle school read along. Im going to be getting a library card today so i can use libby, so i might come back to this once i get access to an actual official audiobook lol

murder on the orient express: nope. barely lasted three minutes into this one

percy jackson and the lightning thief: see this is an example of something ive actually read too many times as a kid so i know the book too well for an audiobook to be entertaining. Dropped it after less than a chapter.

the kane chronicles: had potential, i remember liking the story a lot as a kid but i hadnt read it nearly as much as the pjo series, and i think it wouldve been at least vaguely entertaining. However, half the book has one of the narrator sdoing a really bad british accent for his sister's voicelines and i just couldnt do it. i didnt have the strength. Dropped after maybe 4 chapters.

Camp Damascus: the only audiobook of the lot that i actually bought, and the first one i got through that i hadnt read the physical book before. Interesting story, ok voice acting. Solid choice to listen to. Not quite what i was expecting, but pretty good story! Had some EXTREMELY gnarly descriptions of body horror thrown in at like. two points of the story maybe. Didnt really affect me personally but kinda threw me off in a 'this feels like a different story entirely' sort of way. Dont have much else to say here since these reviews are more talking about my experience with these as audiobooks specifically, and i havent read the book itself to be able to compare this one.

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✨ wip wednesday ✨

the belated post s4 xmas fic

Rio doesn’t respond or say anything else now as his hands travel down to her hips and squeeze. Stopping the little rocking motion she had started against him. Hoping to distract.

He fiddles with the bows on the side of her hips. His eyes doing that hazy thing that makes her feel warm and tingly all over. Heat prickling down the back of her neck, her spine, rooted to where his fingertips start to trace the edge of her panties. She knows just one quick tug on the taut ribbon and they would be off and then he would touch her and taste her and release the tension growing in her gut if he would only –

“Looks new.”

Ugh, god.

“Well it’s not,” she huffs.

It is. Brand new. For you. All for you.

He blinks slow and heavy, squints at her like he knows. Face turning almost dreamy in its smugness as he speaks.

“Just somethin’ you threw on, right?”

“Exactly,” she fronts. And then, because he won’t let it go, “You’re not even the first man to see me in it.”

And – oh. That was the wrong thing to say.