#very explict

[imshylesbi]

FINISHED!!!

***Seven different smutty endings***

*ADULT CONTENT*

[just-an-enby-lemon]

I think people have a weird absolutist view of the whole concept of cannon in DC, either the cannon is the only thing that matters or it doesn't matter at all.

But that is such a weird way to view a complicated concept. The history of the characthers and what they mean/meant and what they are/were is important and we need to discuss it on these merits. We need to understand how the Al Ghus are and have been used as negative steriotypes or why certain things are absolutly necessary to a characther. When reading a comic we need to understand what in the past of that characther lead to the point we are now.

But the thing is when something has lasted as long as comics have and been writen by so many people it is impossible to not see this characthers less like people and more like concepts. And DC just endorsed it with the omniverse (wich actually just creates so many plot holes it's fucking insane). As someone who read a lot of Silver Age, there's a reason this characthers were rebooted.

When I talk about the separation from cannon is not because the writers don't matter or because the histories could mean anything. But because they matter. Because Gal Simone meant something different than Ed Bones when writing the Birds of Prey comics. And while both influenciate cannon in different ways their versions are separated. I don't think nothing has meaning but that all has meaning. It's not that there is no cannon but that there's multiple cannons and you can and should be able to nitpick it on your head.

It's because anyone with enough talent - on theory - could be a DC writer and while I might disagree with how they see the characther, while they might just miss the point and write something that's so clearly not Batman, not Wonder Woman, not Booster Gold, what they wrote is now cannon and we have to discuss it like it is even if in our head it isn't. And that implies discussing their versions as their versions. To see it separate from other writers. Batman didn't do that. Frank Miller's Batman did that.

P.S: this is like absolutly my own opinion I'm open to hear other points of view and to be wrong.

[dillyslinger]

I… don’t really have anything to say for myself.

Do, uh…. Do you like priests? Sacrilege? Blasphemy? Smut?

If so, this might be the fic for you. 😅

[kidsomeday]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Trigun Stampede (Anime 2023), Trigun (Anime & Manga 1995-2008) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Vash the Stampede/Nicholas D. Wolfwood Characters: Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Vash the Stampede (Trigun) Additional Tags: Vashwood Week (Trigun), Alternate Universe - Royalty, Eye of Michael (Trigun), Scars, Semi Graphic Depictions of Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Possessive Vash the Stampede, Sometime hurt can be it's own comfort though amiright, What if Vash Had the Catholic Guilt This Time, And Wolfwood Cried During Sex, what then, Top Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Bottom Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Vash Is A Bitey Lad, Not A Soulmark But Maybe Using Your Soul To Mark Someone, Sex Magic, Things Get Weird But Also Pretty Hot, Sometimes Love Means Leaving Visible Scars Series: Part 3 of Vashwood Week Summary:

Years ago Vash ran away from his brother and their kingdom to live a quiet life where ever he could find it.

Now it’s time to come home, and the one person he regrets leaving behind the most is the one that’s been sent to collect him.

To say that Vash is having a rough time of things is putting it mildly. Chapter Two now added! Fic is complete! This weird little monster put me a day behind on Vashwood week but it is unrepentant and so shall I be. Just means extra work for today. Mostly finished it yesterday but it needed some polish (probably still does) so it didn’t get posted until now. I hope you enjoy!

[a-land-lacking-sleep]

Submas/PLA Fic Chapter 3: Dealing with their Devils

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The next chapter of Electric Trains are the Future is live on AO3! I’m working through on getting more chapters ready ahead of time, and come next Tuesday, I’ll be shifting to weekly updates, as I’ll be heading back to work.

Chapter Summary: Two much needed conversations are had. Ingo learns about who he is, and Akari comes up with a better plan. Chapter Word Count: 4632 Warning: There is a short panic attack that is purposely glossed over and quickly addressed, and an emotional break at the end of the chapter. Neither are in great detail.

Read the chapter below the cut, or read it on AO3! I’ll be cross-posting the rest of the fic, with additional notes on AO3′s side. Reblogs and comments are always appreciated!

Ingo was right, Akari wasn’t going home. She had turned from the bridge in the direction of her little house, but once out of sight began jogging down the rest of the street towards the pastures. The sun was down entirely, and though Marie was much more acclimated to having Pokemon around her, she still didn’t like being there in the dark and had gone home for the day. It was easy for Akari to jump over the gate leading to the first area of the pastures, though he goal was a little further in.

She had made it to the first hill before taking the two Pokeballs she had with her, and letting Palkia and Dialga out. “Thank you two for the help today,” she says quietly as she hugs them each on the leg. “We messed up, but I think that we still did a good thing.”

Dialga makes a non-committal grinding sound, presumably from his teeth, then starts plodding away to find some food before Akari can interrogate it. She instead turns to Palkia, who meets her gaze for several moments. And then promptly does the same as its sibling, albeit in the opposite direction, gurgling uncomfortably.

Great. Her pet gods didn’t think it was a good thing. She’ll prove otherwise!

She starts over the hill, her destination being a cave in the mountains on the edge of the pasture, overlooking Flaoro Gardens in the Fieldlands. By the time she got there, all the way at the edge of the land that Jubilife had claimed, any last remnants of the sun were long gone and the moon hung high in the air, stars twinkling around it. Akari stood in front of the cave for a few moments before speaking up.

“Hey, Giratina? Do you wanna come out and talk? It’s a nice night out, the stars are visible.” She knew Giratina liked keeping their privacy from the other Pokemon, after being isolated from this entire Reality for centuries, if not millenia. But she also knew that they enjoyed her company, because she could hear its heavy little stomps (she likes to call them little cause it makes Giratina flustered) as it exits the cave, looking up into the sky.

“Yes, the stars do look beautiful today, my friend.” Their voice seems to reverberate around the area, even though she knows Giratina is speaking directly into her mind. They bask quietly in the starlight for a moment before their voice comes into her mind again. “I felt the fabric of reality tear earlier. What did you do?”

Oh dear Arceus, she’s gonna be scolded again isn’t she?

“I, uh, may have had Dialga and Palkia help me try and get Ingo’s brother here,” Akari says, trying to sound confident but definitely looking away from the big dragon that still hadn’t looked at her. “It worked out kinda well, we got a friend of his instead!” Hopefully news of some success would help dampen the blow of the news.

For a moment there was silence. Then Giratina reared their head back and let out a loud roar, giving Akari just enough time to cover her ears. It didn’t sound angry, maybe a little frustrated, almost… A warning. And sure enough, Akari saw several small flocks of Starly fly off around them, having settled in around the dragon’s cave.

With an audible huff, Giratina turns to look at Akari. “And why did you think that was a good idea?” The disappointment in their telepathic voice hit Akari like a bucket of water. Yeah, she was going to get scolded again.

Akari sighed and plopped down onto the ground, not caring that the grass was already a little wet with dew. Giratina stepped up next to her and closed their eyes for a moment, before shrinking itself down to the size of a Luxio to sit next to her. Akari remembered that Pokemon could change their size, but she’d honestly forgotten that since Laventon first told her because she only saw Pokemon do it as they faint. Giratina was actually kinda cute at this size.

“I wanted to make Ingo happy, and if we could bring someone here, we could send them back…” Akari sighs and draws her knees up. “I figured since Dialga and Palkia were the source of the distortions and the Rift anyway, they could do it in tandem when they’re able to focus, right?” She reaches out and gently strokes Giratina’s head, causing them to hum softly.

Giratina let the sensation relax them for a moment before speaking back up. “They also created the rift because of the stress I put onto them,” they say softly. “And I facilitated the distortions by linking each to the Distortion World to allow a hopefully smoother travel for the creatures coming through. I was angry with Father, not with others.” There is a small pause before they lean into Akari’s side. “But you know that…”

“I do, Gira,” she says softly, leaning back into them. “I do.”

—

Ingo places the bowl of rice and fried Cheri berry before Elesa. “Here you go, Miss Elesa,” he says respectfully before sitting across from her. “I’m sorry if the berries are a little burned, Cheri are a little quick to fry.” He picks up his chopsticks and starts eating quietly, keeping his eyes on the table. He could hear Elesa pick her chopsticks up and eat, albeit a little slower than him.

After a few moments of silence other than their soft chewing, Ingo puts his chopsticks down and politely clears his throat. “When I awoke, I had no memories. My cab had been cleared of all contents, with only vague recollections of a Man in White, with a smile on his face, who loved victory more than anything else.” Elesa continues to eat, slower as she listens to him. “Is that Emmet? Is that the man who walks in the station of my memories?”

Elesa softly scoffs at the victory comment at first. “He knows if he says that he loves victory most around me, he’s gonna be in the Herdier house for a few nights.” Ingo finds himself laughing at that, before pausing and wondering what a Herdier was. Were they like Growlithe? “But yes, Ingo. Emmet is your brother.”

Brother? No, Emmet is his twin! The second cab in their two car train! It hit Ingo in the chest, and he involuntarily let the air out of his lungs before Elesa could say anything else. He’s 3 hours younger than me, he has an (---), and he is a Subway Boss. He realizes that he hasn’t taken a breath back in, and does so before looking up at Elesa, who was waiting with a somewhat worried look. “No, no, continue. I apologize for the delay.”

Elesa slowly nods before continuing to speak. “You both ran the Unovan Transportation Authority, and you focused on the Unova Rail Transit System, which mostly consisted of handling the Subway.” Rail. Subway. “You both have always been obsessed with trains, and you kept them running better than any of the previous Heads of Transit had, and you made sure they covered routes the buses couldn’t and kept them competitive with planes.” Trains. Trains trains trains. He had heard the word a few times, mostly in the context of battling when talking with Laventon. To think it had multiple meanings in Galarian! Now, what was it in Kantonian… 列車(1), yes.

“You ok there, Ingo?” 

“I primarily rode on the Battle A Division, the Singles Line. We had 260 R62s left on the line, with most of the R62As either relegated to Multi or decommissioned in preparations for the new trains coming from Silph Railway, the R262s I believe.” Ingo wasn’t sure where these words or the information were coming from, but they would not stop coming. “The main train of the fleet is the R188, which are far newer than the 62s and also made by Silph. Silph actually made the R62s, but the R62As, despite the similar designations, are actually made by Bombirdier Transportation.”

Ingo’s mind was racing, and for the first time since he arrived in Hisui, he was properly, truly, excited. He had a fascination for transportation, as shown by the time Miss Akari had set him off by having him ride on an Alpha Steelix she caught, which led to some panic from Irida when she found him conducting on its head. Since then, Miss Akari has been careful to set off his mysterious obsession.

But it wasn’t mysterious now! “My favorites are the R36s, which still have a few dozen in service on the fleet,” Ingo continues, not noticing his voice rising in volume, but definitely noticing that Elesa was giving him a soft smile. “They’re also called Redbirds, though some foreigners call them Fletchlings since they sometimes are painted the same shades. What was done to dispose of them was actually quite ingenious, as they had stripped the harmful components from them and dropped them off the coast of the region and let them become artificial reefs!” 

It was good for the Pokemon, which Pokemon were it good for? As Ingo thought, his hand balled into a fist and he began gently shaking it, then brought it up to tap against his upper lip to help him focus. Yes! ”They were great for making homes for Corsola and Alomomola! The populations of both had been at risk for several decades, and started making quite the comeback! To whoever thought of it, bravo!”

Ingo continued to remember and regurgitate facts about trains and the subway for quite awhile, while Elesa just quietly eats and listens, smiling.

—

“So, obviously the way that Volo had brought about the rifts was wrong,” Akari says. She and Giratina had now laid down, Giratina tucking their legs under their body and Akari laying on her back, resting her head on their back, both looking up at the sky. “He just tore them open without care.”

“That he did,” Giratina responds, grumbling deep in their chest. “Like myself, Volo was lost in anger, though he did much better to focus that anger and mask it. There was a reason we decided to work together, after all.” They shiver briefly, and nudge Akari with a wing, getting her to lift her head up so they could fold it under her. Giratina’s wings were ethereal; they weren’t hurt by pressure, and were quite cushioned, so they made great pillows.

Akari snuggles slightly into the wing as she thinks. This might be a bad thing to ask, but she felt it was needed. “Do you think that it would be ok to continue making rifts? If we are careful with it? Just to-”

It happened fast, but Giratina moved their way out from under her head, causing Akari to fall back as they flashed with an amber light. In front of Akari now was Giratina, at their full size and in their Origin Forme.

“Did I just hear you correctly, Akari?!” they shouted into her head, anger not just lacing the words, but backing them full force. “You fought against me, to free this land of the rifts that I had instigated, and now you wish to bring more into existence?!”

Akari froze up for a second. She thinks Giratina won’t hurt her, but the last time she’d seen them this angry was when she first fought them after Volo. She tried to breathe, to regain control, and it seemed Giratina noticed because they seemed to sigh, then slowly shrink down to look Akari in the face.

“I apologize, my friend. I will try to not scare you like that again.” Their voice was controlled now, but Akari could still hear their disappointment and anger underneath. But that gave her the opportunity to relax. She breathes in deeply, then breathes out slowly, repeating the action a few times before giving Giratina a small smile and nod.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it up. It was a bad idea.” Akari looks away from Giratina, her voice quiet. She lets out a sigh, and hears Giratina move, though she wasn’t expecting the Legendary to set their head on hers.

“I see why you asked. There is no need to beat yourself up.” They put their weight against Akari’s back, pushing her over a bit. “If Volo and I hadn’t used them to cause harm, then my reaction may have been different.” Now the Legendary decided to dead weight, gently sliding off of her back. Akari swore that the Creation Trio were just teenagers with too much power.

Akari lets out an exaggerated groan as she leans over, letting Giratina flop onto her stomach with a soft whumph. “I know, I just… Feel bad for pulling her here without meaning to…”

“I know how you feel. I truly do.”

—

“And I just remembered why the Redbirds were my favorite!” Ingo shouts, taking Elesa’s bowl and thus shouting directly into her ear, causing her to flinch and playfully swat at him. “I would take the train every few weekends to go visit…” He gets to the counter before pausing. “To go visit… Home?” He puts both bowls onto the counter before turning to Elesa. “Where was home? Nimbasa, right?”

“For me, yeah,” Elesa says, pulling out a Pokeball. “I grew up in Nimbasa, born and raised. You and Emmet moved from Anville Town when we were young, though your parents moved back after you started working at the Subway with Emmet. Also, do you mind if I let Skitters out?”

Ingo shakes his head, quietly thinking. Elesa clicks the button on the ball (ah, that looks very different from our current balls), and out pops a small Pokemon, similar to a Pachirisu, only with black fur and flaps of skin connecting its arms and legs. It looks around at the new surroundings before getting on all fours and spinning in place.

Anville, Rolling Out on the Steel Rails. A sleepy little town with two rail lines, and a railyard that held a lot of decommissioned trains, which were displayed one per day. Some weekends, (---)n railfans would gather to share stories, items, and occasionally battles. There was another part of the town, called “The Village” by locals, that mostly consisted of a small market and some houses, with several small farms. The second rail line ended there, and it connects to the mainline and runs on an alternating schedule with the main Anville stop.

Ingo is pulled from his thoughts as Skitters suddenly lands on his shoulder, nuzzling up to his face and knocking his hat askew. “Young lady, you know to watch for your safety checks!” Lady? Brushing the thought aside, he still indulges the little thing with some scratches between its ears, causing it to squeak in glee.

“You know she won’t learn if you reward her after scolding her,” Elesa says with a smile.

“But she’s a sweetheart of a passenger, and deserves to be rewarded.” Elesa shakes her head, and Ingo assumes she’s heard that argument from him before.

“So, it sounds like you remember the Subway pretty well,” Elesa says, leaning against the counter next to Ingo and gently scritching the back of Skitters’ head, causing the Pokemon to wiggle and gently stomp on Ingo’s shoulder. “Do you remember what you two did?”

Ingo looks up at the ceiling for a moment, the hand coming from Skitters (who he doesn’t notice reaching for it to come back before pouting) and gripping the brim of his hat. “You said that we ran the Authority. I believe we had focused mostly on the Subway, though we still had to work on the bus routes, the ferries from… Somewhere, and the on-the-ground freight lines, yes?” He lowers his gaze now, pulling the hat over his eyes. “We battled on the Subways as well. Mondays and Wednesdays we come in early to work on paper work, then run battle lines concurrent with the civilian lines.”

“That’s the gist of it,” Elesa says, turning to put her back against the counter and look up at the ceiling herself. “Emmy likes to talk about it after work some days. He’ll go on and on about the minutiae of the rail lines, or complain about a bus breaking down and people needing to be shuttled to another bus line or wait for a bus.”

“Ah, sounds like you two were very close.” Ingo says it calmly, not with any intent behind it. But after a moment of silence, he looks over at Elesa. “Miss Elesa, why do you look like that?”

Elesa in fact looked like she was about to break down again. She took a deep breath before looking at the opposite wall. “Do you remember me at all? What we were before you came here?” The question sent a shiver through Ingo’s body, like he had been dumped into an ice bath.

“We were close friends. Since childhood, yes?” The memories hadn’t really come back yet, but he could infer the connection. The deep breath and sharp exhale meant that he was wrong though.

“Well, since I apparently have a dumb type,” Elesa starts, waving her right arm while she wraps her left arm around herself, “I fell for a few people. I ended up with Skyla first, because that girl is a Voltorbshell, if you could remember her.” The name did strike true somewhere, but nothing would stick. Maybe in a bit it could worm its way into permanence. “So even after I married her, I couldn’t stop teasing you and Emmy, so… When you left, you were still my boyfriend, you Beldum-my.” She breathes in deep, her exhale a little ragged as she fights back a bit of tears.

Oh. That explains the slow speed on her tracks.

—

Akari wasn’t sure how it started, but right now she and Giratina were tossing (or in Giratina’s case, batting) the dragon’s Pokeball back and forth as they talked.

“So, what are you planning, my friend?” The pair had spent some time chatting about the stars, about the winter they had just gone through, anything to help calm Akari down after the scare Giratina had given her. “I can tell you’re thinking.” Their back left tendril comes up and swats their Pokeball back towards Akari.

Akari catches it on the side of her foot, bouncing it up and catching it before tossing it back. “Is it even worth it to bring Emmet here, or should we just focus on sending Elesa back?” She catches the Pokeball as Giratina accidentally throws it a little far, and tosses it as she’s landing. “Should Ingo go with her, cause I don’t know if his memories are back yet. It’d be kinda mean to split the two now.”

“I agree, it would be quite cruel to split them if she was so happy to see him,” Giratina says as they bounce the Pokeball between its tendrils, then whips one out to launch it back to Akari. ”I would not recommend bringing someone else here, lest Kamado believe you were actually connected to the Rift.” 

Akari flinches a bit as she tosses the Pokeball, causing Giratina to shoot a tendril to its max to catch the wide throw. “Sorry, Gira! Maybe we should stop playing around if we’re gonna talk about this…” Giratina seems to huff before tossing the ball back to Akari. Pocketing it, she breathes deep and lets it out slowly. “Sorry, I’m not able to focus as well on the game as you can while we talk.”

“I suppose that is true.” It seems Giratina caught the true reason why Akari flinched, and decided to not push it.

“So, I don’t think we should send them home until Ingo remembers everything,” Akari says, and sees Giratina nod in agreement. “Just… When we do it, should I have you do it?”

“Only if you want me to trap them in the Distortion World,” Giratina asks sarcastically. “Remember that I have no control over time, Akari.”

“Right.” Akari hadn’t thought about that when she asked, but it was obvious now. Giratina had told her earlier that it simply used the Distortion as a bridge between Space and Time rather than do the work themselves. “So, if you worked alongside Palkia and Dialga, then you could do it easier, right?”

Giratina looks at her impassively for a moment before responding. “Yes, it would work better than just the two of them alone. But even with me, my siblings will not be the most accurate in moving them.” The pair hear a crack of thunder, and turn towards the Fieldlands, where a Space-Time Distortion tears into existence off in the distance. “And the more that we rip open rifts, the longer it takes the fabric of reality to heal.”

“That’s fair,” Akari says, squatting down to rest, her knees up to her chest. “As much as you won’t like it…”

“You may want to ask Father, yes. Have you completed his task?”

Akari reaches into her satchel and pulls out the Pokedex. Arceus, times like this she really wishes she still had her old Pokedex from Rowan, cause this book was tiring to use. “No, I still have some Pokemon to get. I haven’t been able to find a Munchlax, a Cherrim, and I need to evolve my Magnemite twice. Plus, I couldn’t catch a Magby the last time I went to Firespit Island, because an Alpha showed up and managed to chase the family of Magmar off.” Her shoulders sag, looking at the 4 empty spots between Froslass and Swinub. “I also have to guess that these are the fossil Pokemon. I found their fossils in the Highlands, but I’m sure that they’re all going to be in Distortions.”

“Yes, I would believe so,” Giratina muses, coiling down into a comfortable position. “They are ancient Pokemon, from when my siblings and I could be considered young.”

“Yeesh, that’s old.” Akari ignores the tired look Giratina gives her as she puts the Pokedex back in her satchel. “Then I guess I’ll focus on finishing the Pokedex, and go talk to Arceus. See if He can get everyone home.”

—

Elesa didn’t cry for long, especially since Ingo took the hint and gave her a hug, which she returned. Once she was done, she sits down at the table again while Ingo sets up the spare futon for her. After a few moments, she finds her voice. “So, any questions, Ingy?”

Ingo makes sure the three mattresses for the futon are properly stacked before asking his first question. “What year is it at home? How far have these tracks taken me?” 

Elesa flicks her braid a few times as Skitters begins to climb up her arm. “You disappeared in 2019,” she says softly. “It’s been 3 years, so it's 2022 now. And from what Akari was saying, this is around 1870. We’ve gone back about 150 years.”

Ingo flinches hearing that. He thought it would be about 10, maybe 15 years of difference. But ten times that? No, that was not at all a thought that had crossed his mind.

“It’s ok, Bounsweet-ie,” Elesa says. “Even though it’s been longer for you, me and Emmet would still be so happy to have you back.”

“It’s only been three years.”

That seemed to shake Elesa, who quickly gets out of her seat and puts both hands on Ingo’s cheeks to turn his head towards her so she can inspect his face. “Ingo, you have wrinkles and your hair is going white at your temples. You’re gonna look like Drayden in a few years. Are you sure you’re only 35?”

Ingo swats at her hand and pulls back, forcing his frown deeper. “If you say I’m 35, then yes, I am sure!” This seemed to throw Elesa for a loop, because she also leans back before laughing out loud. “My memory departed from the station, of course I wouldn’t know my age!” That just caused her to start laughing harder.

After a moment she calmed down though, and wiped some of the tears away from her eyes. “I’m sorry, that was too much. I know it makes sense, but oh my Goodra, Ingo, that’s just so funny.”

Ingo huffs, wishing he could blow smoke like a steam engine in moments like this. “I have another question.” Elesa snaps to attention, giving him a fake salute that almost makes him laugh. Taking a second to collect himself, “I remember a Pokemon that wielded flames with mastery. When Akari evolved her Typhlosion, its purple flames reminded me of something I was missing. Was that one of my partners? Back at our home?”

Elesa takes a moment to answer, seeming to decide what she needs to say. “That is Chandelure. She… She took your disappearance hard.” Hearing that makes Ingo’s stomach fall. “She used to look through the subway tunnels looking for you, and it wasn’t until this last year that Emmet managed to get her to act anything close to normal. He apparently has her help in Gear Station to look out for lost kids. She wears a Depot hat, it’s actually really cute. You’d love it.”

Ingo wasn’t hearing much of the last part, though. His disappearance hurt his partner heavily. If it hurt her like that, what about… “And Emmet?” His voice cracked more than he expected, but he continued. “What about Emmet? Was he ok?”

Elesa pauses before answering. “Emmet didn’t take it well, either.” Ingo feels cold. “You two had always been inseparable, you even bought a small house on the outskirts of Nimbasa together so that you could keep each other on track for work. Big enough for privacy, but small enough for you both to always feel like the other was right in reach.”

‘Until you left’ was unsaid.

“He got really depressed for a while, and he’s in therapy, so don’t worry.” He’s in therapy because Ingo sent him there. “We learned you were likely here, because we had books that referenced you, and images. He accepted it, he realized that holding onto it was going to be worse in the long run. So he-” She pauses, seeing Ingo’s face as she looks back towards him. But he knew what she was about to say. ‘So he mourned for you.’

Ingo could feel the tears on his face, and he reached his arms out and grabbed Elesa, pulling her into a hug as he began to cry. It was soft, quiet, unlike how Ingo usually was. But Elesa knew that he needed comfort, and held him tight. She let him cry, like he had let her cry earlier. This was still her Ingo after all.

After a few minutes, Ingo pulls back, no longer sobbing, but his face is still streaked with tears. “I think we are both falling behind schedule for sleep,” he says in a cracked voice. He stands up, and walks past the table towards his bed. “I will see you in the morning.”

“See you in the morning, Ingo,” Elesa replies softly as Ingo draws the slats over to block his room off.

—

Ingo wasn’t a believer in the Pearl Clan’s belief of Sinnoh, even after Akari caught the God and proved that there was indeed an Almighty Sinnoh. But tonight, Ingo felt a spark of faith in his heart. Before laying down for bed, Ingo hung his cape and coat up, and knelt before his bed, head hung low.

“Nispa-Kamuy Sinnoh, akor ak-Emmet kamuy-nomi, ak-Emmet wano arka atusare, wa uni kunne hom horari.(2)” He kept the prayer short, and hopefully simple. With a deep breath, he lays down and prepares for a rough night of sleep.

Translation Note: (1) Train (Ressha) (2) Almighty Sinnoh, I pray for my younger brother Emmet, for Emmet to be healed from his pain, and to live together as a knot in the wood.

[aokozaki]

Environmental storytelling

[the-mechanica]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Apex Legends (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Loba Andrade/Revenant Characters: Loba Andrade, Revenant (Apex Legends) Additional Tags: Dark, very dark, Dubious Consent, Forced Disassembly, Death Orgasms, Forced Orgasm, Corruption, Shadow Revenant, Consensual But Not Safe Or Sane, Begging, Begging for Death Like It's Sex, Sexy Death, Deathy Sex, Le Petite Mort Literally, Frottage, Clothed Sex, No penetration, Did I mention this was dark?, Don't Like Don't Read, For Catharsis, Violence, Diptych, He Mortifies Her, She Tortures Him, Kinky, God Complex, Sadomasochism, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Unhealthy Kismesissitude, Salome by Oscar Wilde vibes Series: Part 2 of The Hollow Summary:

Loba has an encounter with Shadow Revenant that leaves her craving destruction.

[imshylesbi]

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[physicstaff]

this is not going to be articulate but i've been thinking about it.

i feel like a lot of people believe they're winning some kind of morality olympics by not consuming any media that contains dark or disturbing imagery and that's. really stupid to me. dark and disturbing media has been present since the beginning of storytelling and watching or reading it does not automatically mean you condone everything that happens within the story. people watched fucked up shows and read fucked up books and watch fucked up movies all the time and for a variety of reasons. it also does not mean the author condones everything happening in their story. in THIS case (made in abyss) it does bc the author is a fucking pedophile. however, if i watch a slasher horror movie, it does not mean i condone going out and killing people for funsies. if i read a book in which the main character is a soldier in a war going on, i'm not pro-military. if i watch a show where someone is abused in their backstory, i'm not enjoying their abuse or fetishizing it or anything like that. i'm watching a story play out. some of you sound straight up puritanical with your arguments and it doesn't bode well for media literacy or censorship of the media. the show doesn't need to be banned and people who have watched it shouldn't be getting fucking death threats. it's a fucked up cartoon made by a gross people but how many of you even knew about the author before this happened? i've been aware of the show since it came out and this is the first time i'm hearing most of this. do you research the entire plot of something as well as everyone involved in its creation before you watch it to make sure absolutely nothing bad happens or do you go into it like a normal person, to discover the story?

[pandagirl45]

If it can be censored it can be posted. I know how to censor stuff to get around stuff :D They are wrasslin’ in the car. Don’t worry about it.

Anyway, yeah saucy stuff. Your guess is good as any. ^-^ (I have no shame, I lost that around 17 or something)

[number1mingyustan]

Apartment 222 ☾

neighbor!jeonghan x fem!reader

Warnings: kissing, cursing, fingering (f.), protected sex (missionary), explict smut, y/n is such a sweetheart bless her soul

Summary: Rule number 1: don't show up drunk at your hot neighbor's apartment if it’s 2am

Word Count: 4k

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“What the fuck?” You sigh out of frustration. It’s 2am and you are very drunk trying to get into the front door of your apartment. The uber dropped you off and now that you’re home safely, you can’t actually get into your living space.

You’re fiddling with the doorknob, twisting and turning and pushing the door in. But for some reason, your key doesn’t fit in the door.

Your feet hurt from the heels you’ve been wearing all night and it’s making you more frustrated.

Why the hell is your key broken?

Suddenly, the front door opens, completely startling you. A very tired man is on the other side, wiping his eyes and clearly pissed off. Your drunk brain has still not processed what's happening, but all you know is that he's really hot and standing in your apartment?

Are you dreaming right now?

“What the fuck?” he groans.

Oh.

This is not your apartment. This is not your apartment at all and you are such an idiot. You look up at the number on the door, 222-A. Oh fuck, you live in 222-B.

You gasp. “Holy shit I’m so sorry! I thought this was my apartment and I was trying to figure out why my key wouldn’t fit and, I’m so so sorry I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

He’s silent, staring at you dumbfounded and somewhat in disbelief. He’s looking you up and down, based on your attire it’s obvious you’ve been out clubbing. He can tell you’re drunk, but sincere.

He sighs. “Yeah whatever.”

There’s a moment of silence. He leans against the door frame, arms crossed. “Do you know where you live?”

“Oh! Yes I do, I’m in 222-B,” you say much louder than intended. “That makes us neighbors!”

He blinks at you. “Uh huh.”

There’s another moment of silence. He’s waiting for you to leave him alone so he can go back to bed but you’re too drunk to pick up on social cues. He is so beyond uninterested and the alcohol is completely clouding your judgement.

Of course you didn’t know this, but despite his cold demeanor he was actually kind of intrigued by you. Granted, you were a very drunk girl who woke him up at 2am. However, you were a very pretty drunk girl that woke him up at 2am. Not to mention the little dress you were wearing looked absolutely stunning on you.

It was simple, yet sexy. All black long sleeve off the shoulder that hugged your body perfectly. He caught himself staring a bit too much through tired eyes.

Your makeup was faded from the night you had, but the smudged eyeliner actually seemed to suit you more. You had a very effortless beauty to you, he liked that.

“I’m sorry for the misunderstanding again,” you apologize once more before stumbling to your actual apartment.

His door is already closed by the time you unlock yours. You feel so bad for waking him up this late. You’ve only been living here a month and you’ve already pissed off your insanely hot neighbor.

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It’s been two weeks since your drunk encounter with the hot neighbor and you think you’ve found the perfect way to make it up to him.

You don’t seem to be the only person confusing your apartments because when you went to retrieve your mail this morning, there was an envelope in your mailbox addressed to a Yoon Jeonghan at 222-A.

You take your mail and his before heading up the elevator to your apartment. You make a pit stop, knocking on the door of 222-A.

You wait patiently and sure enough your hot neighbor opens the door again. He’s wearing a plain white tee and some sweatpants and half his hair is styled up into a ponytail.

“It’s you again,” he leans against the door frame.

“Hi, yeah. Your mail was in my mailbox and I figured I’d bring it to you since it got mixed up,” you tell him.

“You could’ve just put it into my mailbox, but thanks,” he replies, taking the envelope out your hand.

“I know, I just felt bad about the other night and I guess I felt a little inclined to do some sort of kind gesture,” you say.

“You’re new here right?” he asks suddenly.

You nod. “Yeah, I just moved in about a month ago. I’m still not fully unpacked yet.”

“Figures,” he mumbles.

He clears his throat. “Thanks for the mail and uh, I’ll see you around.”

He doesn’t even give you time to respond before the door is closed. You’re standing at his door for another 30 seconds dumbfounded and in disbelief.

At least he said thank you?

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“Dude your neighbor’s hot,” Joshua comments as he exists the elevator, making his way toward his friend's apartment.

Jeonghan follows his friend's eyes, seeing you struggling to fit a large box through your door. He’s in no place to disagree with his friend, anyone could see that you were beautiful.

“Yeah, kind of annoying though,” he shrugs, pulling out his keys.

“Have you talked to her?” Joshua asks.

“Yeah, I don’t know her name or anything, she just moved in like a month ago. She woke me up in the middle of the night a few weeks ago because she thought she lived in my apartment.”

Joshua smiles. "That's adorable."

"No it's not," Jeonghan frowns. "I was trying to sleep and she was pissing me off."

"Yeah but she's hot," Joshua comments. "Besides, you haven't been with anyone in forever, maybe this is your chance."

Jeonghan's jaw clenches. "Don't even think about it. Joshua I swear if you–"

Joshua smirks before disappearing from his friend's side and heading toward you.

“Do you need help?”

You pause what you’re doing, looking up at the handsome stranger in front of you. You can see the hot neighbor, Jeonghan, standing behind him.

“Oh! Yeah, thank you,” you smile. “The last of my furniture finally arrived but they couldn’t have someone come and install it for me.”

The handsome stranger nods before helping you move the large box into your apartment.

“I’m Joshua by the way,” he introduces himself.

“Y/n,” you say, giving the box one last push that wedges it between the door frame. “Do you live here too?”

“Practically,” he smiles. “Jeonghan is my best friend so I spend a lot of time here. So I hope to be seeing more of you around here.”

You smile back at him. “Maybe you will.”

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You’ve successfully moved the box into your apartment with Joshua’s help. You talked a bit while he helped you, getting to know him. He's a total sweetheart.

“Do you need help setting it up too?” he asks.

“Uh, only if you want to.” you shrug. “I don’t want you to have to go out of your way for me.”

“It’s not a problem,” the boy smiles.

He peaks his head out the open doorway. “Jeonghan! Come here!”

The other boy walks over and stands in front of the open doorway. “What?”

“Help us out will you?” Joshua smirks. “It’s not very neighborly for you to lurk in the hallway while Y/n struggles with her bed.”

Jeonghan rolls his eyes. “Didn’t think she’d be struggling if she had you helping her.”

Jeonghan pushes past his friend wordlessly and begins opening the oversized box. Joshua lets out a scoff before closing your front door and joining in on the help.

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Joshua and Jeonghan have been bickering for the last two hours about how to set up your bed frame. They've managed to build somewhat of a structure, but it's hard to say whether or not they've done so correctly.Unfortunately, the instructions were in German.

"Google translate said it means left," Joshua instructs.

"I don't give a fuck about what google translate says," Jeonghan rolls his eyes.

Jeonghan continues against Joshua's will, and moments later the entire structure falls to the ground with a thud.

"See!" Joshua scoffs.

"Screw this," Jeonghan rises to his feet. "It's getting late, I'm going back to my apartment. Joshua, you can go home."

"Jeonghan, you can't just break someone's bed and then storm out," Joshua points out.

Both of the boys shift their gaze to you slowly. You're standing in the middle of your bedroom awkwardly. "Uh.."

Jeonghan rolls his eyes again before reaching into his wallet in his back pocket. He pulls out a bill and extends his hand toward you. "Here's 50 bucks,"

Joshua is quick to swat his friend's hand away. "You asshole!

"I didn't do anything!" Jeonghan exclaims.

You clear your throat. "I'm gonna call the company and see if they can come in tomorrow and set up the bed... properly. Can you guys just clean this up for me?"

You excuse yourself, making the phone call from the living room. You can still hear the boys bickering and scrambling.

After finishing up your phone call, you make your way back to your bedroom. The two boys look to you. "They said someone is going to come by in between 12 and 4 tomorrow. Thanks for the help though."

"But where are you going to sleep tonight?" Joshua asks.

You shrug. "The air mattress in the living room like I have been the past month."

"No, you've been sleeping on that busted ass air mattress for a month already. Just spend a night at Jeonghan's until the professionals come back tomorrow." Joshua suggests.

"Excuse me?" Jeonghan scoffs. "Have you actually lost your mind?"

"Jeonghan don't be rude, she's your neighbor," Joshua points out.

"Just because she's my neighbor that doesn't mean she needs to be sleeping in my apartment."

"Yeah well it's your fault the bed isn't set up, so the least you can do is offer her a place to sleep for one night." Joshua explains.

"Oh yeah, you really don't have to–"

"Nonsense," Joshua cuts you off and begins pushing you toward the front door. He grabs your phone and keys for you and continues pushing you out the room. "Jeonghan's a good guy and great company, it's the least he can do."

Jeonghan groans before trailing behind as the three of you head toward 222-A. When you arrive, Joshua leaves as quickly as he enters, leaving just you and Jeonghan.

It's painfully and awkwardly silent between the two of you. The only noise filling the room is the sound of rain from outside.

Jeonghan finally breaks the silence after what feels like an eternity. "Okay, I'll take the couch and you can sleep in my bed. Bedroom is right there to the left. Bathroom is connected to my room, it's the door on the right so you can take a shower." he states plainly.

"Thank you."

Without another word, he makes his way to the couch and plops down, turning on the television for himself. You stand there for a moment, blinking and dumbfounded before venturing into his bedroom.

His room is nice. Everything is kept neat and organized, much like the rest of his apartment. What really caught your attention however, was the large trophy cabinet pressed against the wall and filled with different lego sets.

Holy shit.

You stood in front of the cabinet, admiring the different lego sets. There were castles, spaceships, helicopters, bridges, trees, ships, and more.

Your attention soon shifted to the lego sets on his dresser. There were four of them, all built into cars. You couldn't begin to imagine how expensive and time consuming this must have been. The cars by far, were the most impressive things in the room.

Who knew your cold neighbor was a lego nerd?

Your eyes are trained on the cars, fingers running along the hard plastic as you admire his work.

"Don't touch those," a voice says from behind you, completely startling you.

You retreat your hands quickly, backing away from the dresser. "Sorry," you apologize sheepishly.

He doesn't acknowledge your apology. "I thought you'd be in the shower, so I was going to come in here and get some clothes for you to wear."

He begins looking through his neatly organized drawers.

"Oh, I can just get stuff from my apartment, it's no bother," you offer.

"It's fine," he says, pulling out a t-shirt. "Just don't stain my clothes or anything."

He leaves one of his shirts and a pair of shorts on the bed for you and exits the room. You shower and dress yourself in his clothes before venturing into the livingroom. He's still seated on the couch, he looks back at you before quickly shifting his attention back to the tv.

"Um," you scratch the back of your neck. "I'm done so... thank you."

"Mhm," he doesn't shift his eyes from the tv.

"I think we got off on the wrong foot," you start.

"You think?" he brushes past you.

You sigh. "Sorry... I know me being here is inconveniencing for you, I'll just go back to my place and wash your clothes so you can have them back tomorrow. Thank you though."

You begin making your way toward the door.

"Wait," he sighs. "I'm sorry for being so mean to you." he pauses the tv.

You stop in your tracks.

"You can stay... I'm just a bit tired. I don't mind having you stay here all that much."

Relief washes over you.

"Thank you," you say before venturing back into his bedroom for the night.

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It's funny how history repeats itself. For the second time in just a few weeks, you've woken Jeonghan up in middle of the night. Although this time was very different from the first.

He knocked out on the couch about a while ago, but indistinct mumbling whimpering and what sounded like crying brought him out of his slumber.

"Y/n?" he calls.

Nothing.

It's raining harder outside now. Shocks of lightning flash, illuminating the living room, often followed by loud crashes of thunder. He rises from the couch and makes his way toward the bedroom.

He calls your name again.

You don't respond. He watches the way the blanket jumps as the thunder crashes again. His face softens when he realizes, you're terrified.

"Y/n?" he takes cautious steps toward the bed.

"Jeonghan?" you question in just above a whisper. You pull the covers off your face, looking up at him with glassy eyes.

"I'm sorry," you sob. "I'm so sorry–fuck this is pathetic. I'm sorry."

He sits atop of the covers on to corner of the bed next to you. "Don't worry about it, you're fine. I get it–"

The thunder crashes again, causing your whole body to react. He feels awful.

"Do you... do you want me to sleep here with you tonight?" he asks hesitantly. "Would that make you feel better?"

"But you hate me," you mumble.

"I don't–I don't hate you," he sighs. " I told you already that I was sorry, please believe me. Honestly, I think I acted so coldly toward you because I've been kind of interested in you since you first showed up at my door and I have a bit of a defense mechanism when it comes to stuff like this."

"Are you serious? Because all my friends have been hearing on the phone is me talking about my hot neighbor for the past few weeks," you mumble into the pillow.

He smiles to himself at the thought. "Yes, I'm serious."

Wordlessly, you slide down the bed covers next to you, inviting him in. He accepts your invitation, slipping beneath the soft sheets next to you.

"Is this okay?" he whispers.

You nod. "Yeah."

His face is so close. You're mere inches apart, the slightest movement in the right direction and your nose would brush against his.

Your heart is beating so fast, yet you somehow still feel at ease. You feel comfort with him, all feelings of fear wiped from your mind. His soft orbs stare into yours, occasionally drifting down to your lips and back into your eyes.

He's silently asking for permission to kiss you. He really really wants to. Is this even the right time for that?

Fuck it.

Holy shit–

Your eyes are closed before you know it.

You're not entirely sure of what to do with yourself, so instinctively you reach out, allowing your body to act before your mind. You stop fighting the urge that is kissing Yoon Jeonghan and allow an arm to wrap around his neck and the other entangling into his hair.

His hair is so soft.

He smiles against your lips, breaking away for only a moment. "I didn't ask before I did that," he whispers. "I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."

"Anything but," you say against his lips.

It's all the permission he needs before leaning back in. Your lips are already tingling, burning with heat and excitement from the previous contact. This time, he's relentless, mouth meeting yours with hunger and desperation.

It was as if a fire broke out inside of both of you.

Your breathing changed, growing more shallow as warmth spread across your body. He was pressed so close against you, causing something to flutter in the pit of your stomach.

You were on cloud 9.

Never had you been kissed like that, and never had someone given you that feelings but fuck, it felt so good.

You began tugging lightly at his shirt, signaling that you wanted it off. He got your message quickly, momentarily breaking the heated kiss to slip the fabric off his body.

He tosses is somewhere onto the ground, he'll find it tomorrow morning. It was the least of his concerns right now. The pretty girl in his bed had all his attention.

Soon, other articles of clothing were stripped from both of your bodies, discarded onto the floor without a care. It didn't take long before your naked bodies were pressed against one another, lips still pressed against one another.

His delicate fingers trace along your skin gently. He pushes your body down lightly, pinning you flat onto the bed as he pulls away from the kiss. He climbs on top of you, hovering over your nude figure.

He looks at you with adoration in his eyes. It's dark in the room, but the moonlight shines from his window, illuminating the room just enough that he can see your beautiful body and face.

He begins leaving a trail of kisses down your body. Your jaw, neck, breasts, stomach. He mumbles about how pretty you are with each kiss he leaves on your skin.

You tug at his hair with a whine when he presses a kiss against your lower stomach. "Jeonghan, just touch me... please."

He's happy to oblige.

He brings his head back up, burying in the crook of your neck as his fingers move between your thighs. You let out a soft moan at the initial contact.

He continues to work his fingers on you, focusing on your clit and smiling to himself as you start to soak his fingers. It doesn't take long for you to get wet enough for him to slip a finger in.

"Shit," you breathe out.

He continues pumping his finger before slipping in another. You're panting and moaning softly beneath him as he works his fingers on you. He curls them ever so slightly, creating the perfect angle that has you craving more.

You're pushing your hips into his fingers, fucking yourself on his slim digits. His thumb continues to rub circles on your clit as you completely soak his fingers.

It gets easier for him to pleasure you as he thrusts his fingers into your cunt. You sound so pretty too, whimpering his name as he coaxes you toward your orgasm.

You can feel the pleasure building up in the pit of your stomach as you grow closer to your high. You're pushing your hips into his fingers messily, growing less and less coordinated as you desperately try to get yourself off.

It only takes another curl of his fingers before you're sent over the edge. Relief washes over you as you entire a state of euphoria. You can feel his hard cock twitch as its pressed against your inner thigh. He whispers sweet words against your collarbone as he talks you down from your high.

"Good?"

You nod in response, hands immediately reaching for his hard cock. "Need more... want you inside."

He curses to himself.

"You sure?"

"Yes," you plead. "Want you to feel good too... please fuck me."

He's quick to act, reaching into his nightstand drawer to grab a condom. He rips it open with his teeth and slides it on with ease before lining himself up with your entrance. He drags the tip of his cock along your cunt, teasing you just enough to whine about how you needed more from him.

And he was going to deliver.

Now that he prepped you, you took his length in easily. He slid in, building up to an intense thrusting speed in no time. You were so wet, the sounds of his cock fucking into you echoed throughout the bedroom.

"Fuck," he groans. "Was made for this fucking cunt... you take me so well."

Your head sinks into the pillow as you allow the pleasure to take over your body. The headboard creates a thud with each thrust, pushing against the wall as he fucks you. He fills you up so nicely, thrusting and hitting all your sweet spots.

Your bodies grow sticky and sweaty as he fucks you. "Feels so good," you moan.

Each drag of his cock into your cunt pushes your thoughts around in your brain. All the fear has been fucked out of you and you can hardly think properly. The only thing you know for sure right now is that he feels absolutely incredible inside of you.

You've never had sex like this before. So intimate... yet rough and full of passion. It was rare for your past partners to get you to climax, but you can already feel your second one approaching.

"You gonna give me another one already, pretty girl?" he asks.

All you can do is nod.

Your cunt is clenching around him, walls fluttering as you near your second orgasm of the night. He knows he won't last much longer either, not with the way you're gripping him.

"Oh fuck," you moan.

A few more thrusts are you're done for, allowing your second orgasm to fill you with inexplicable pleasure. You're somehow gripping him tighter when you cum, sending him into his own orgasm.

He fills the condom, pumping his cum into the rubber as your cunt milks him dry. You're both panting heavily as you come down from your highs.

He pulls out of you, discarding of the used rubber before snuggling up against you beneath the sheets. His arms are wrapped around your frame and his fingers entangle themselves into your hair.

"Are you okay?" he asks, running his fingers through your hair.

"Yeah," you respond, snuggling closer into his chest.

"You were so good," he praises, lips brushing against your ear. "So so good."

"I wanted you to feel good," you admit with a yawn.

"You're perfect," he compliments. "You feeling sleepy?"

You nod. "A little."

"Okay," he continues running his fingers through your hair. "Get some rest okay? I'll hold you and make you breakfast in the morning. Sound good?"

You .let out another yawn. "Yeah... thank you neighbor."

You're out like a light in less than five minutes. Jeonghan finds himself smiling as you rest in his arms. He feels better with you in his bed, it helps him sleep better.

Before he knows it, he's drifting off. The storm outside has died down, and he knows when the sun comes up, you'll still be in his arms and he couldn't be happier.

He'll have to thank Joshua later.

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[catgirl-kaiju]

reminder that i have also had nonsexual photos of me tagged as explict and sexual. i rarely post even any nudity and when i do, i put them on a side blog and voluntarily put community labels and filterable tags on them. any time i post an appeal, it never gets answered. i'm not even able to appeal community labels on those photos any more, and it breaks my heart because those are some of my favorite photos of myself. i've straight-up stopped posting selfies on here partly bc i've not taken many that i enjoy enough to share recently, but also because it's just too much of a hastle.

i've had this same blog continuously since 2012, since before i came out. over a decade now. if i lost it, i would be devastated. i also have meticulously curated side blogs for all of my art and comics, and my headmates also have their own blogs under this account. all of that would be lost.

predestrogen did not deserve this, she did nothing to violate tos. and it very easily could have been me or any other transfem person on here.

i've met friends and lovers on here. my art has found an audience on here. i've been able to crowdsource financial help on here when i've been at my lowest. i don't know if i would still be around if this website wasn't available to me. the thought of some staff member just erasing my presence from here is legitimately terrifying to me.

i'll repost every sfw image i've ever gotten a community label slapped on here and i fucking dare staff to do it again. i fucking dare you.

i'm lucky that it's not very many, but it's still true that none of these are mature content. none of these are images a cis woman would get flagged for. fuck you @staff for your blatant transmisogyny. fuck you for never taking my harassment reports seriously. fuck you for letting terfs and nazis just keep on existing here no matter how many times they're reported for violating tos.

[robynlilyblack]

You're not my wife?

Sirius Black x fem! reader

Summary: Sirius comes home very drunk and accidently lets something slip while his girl looks after him

Warnings: swearing, established relationship, pure fluff, mentions of drinking, drunkness (both on Sirius' part), sex and being unwell, slight nudity and some suggestion but nothing explict, Sirius being the sweetest and cutest drunken puppy, very quickly proofread

A/n: 3k words, not requested, the idea just popped into my head and I needed to feel better after a really tough week and a bit x hope you enjoy! I''ll be writing requests again soon, I might make a post about it tomorrow x

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You were snuggled up in bed, entering the perfect land of slowly drifting off yet still in control of your fantasy. You were somewhat aware of your surroundings. You could feel the coziness of the blanket. the soft plush of the mattress below, the safety Sirius’ pillow brung as you cuddled it. Yet. You didn't register the front door closing with a small thump, nor your boyfriend whispering curses at it for doing so, as well as at the floorboards for creaking

Sirius was beyond drunk. It was James’ fault really…or perhaps it was Marlenes? Or maybe Dorcas and those little cocktails that just tasted too good to stop drinking. Whatever it was he was smashed, and he was certain you had never seen him this drunk, in fact he was sure he’d ever seen himself this drunk, and for the life of him he didn’t remember why he got this drunk. 

All his brain could focus on was he had to get to you, you were the most important thing in that moment 

“Shit and fuck” he hisses as his jeans belt loop catches in the handle of the bedroom door, causing him to be pulled back and wack the side of his head

After more than a few attempts the door released him from its crutches and his eyes fell upon you, beautiful, beautiful you. He staggered over to his side, stripping himself of his jacket, attempting to unbutton his shirt before just pulling it over his head. Once those were off he just stood there for a good minute, brain blanking on what he was supposed to be doing before he heard you hum

“Y/n” he mumbles, collapsing surprising gently to the floor and planting his chin into the soft covers “How’d I get so lucky” he says, admiring how the soft glow of the street lights brings out your features

He starts talking to himself, telling your unconscious self all of the ways he loves you even if it’s really coming out as incoherent babbles.

“Glow of your hair and the shine of your shine…sorry the shine of your skin and the softness of your eyes” he mixes them up but they’re said so lovingly you would probably understand if you heard 

“Your pretty…” he continues on and on, repeating himself and these slowly wake you, eyes fluttering open to see Sirius smiling away in his own little world

The next thing you register is the smell, alcohol and cigarettes, it clung to him, while one more prominent than the other you didn’t really mind, you were just glad he was home and safe and happy

“Hi” you greet, giggling as his eyes light up and his chin edges closer to you “Are you nude?” You wonder eyeing his bare back with fuzzy vision as it wouldn’t be this first time

He shakes his head but a cheeky grin appears “I can be” he winks, or at least tries to, as he ends up just blinking theatrically with his head tilted forward

“Flirt” you roll your eyes, digging your cheek further into the pillow to hide the effect even terrible flirting still had on you

“Your flirt though” he shifts closer, kissing your cheek softly

“You are” you admit turning back to face him, you had seen Sirius drunk many times but you had to admit he looked so dazey almost dizzy looking you were sure he was currently in the late stages of blacking out “You need to take off your jeans before getting in” you say, spotting to dark hue of blue now your eyes had adjusted 

He scrunches his face but does it. Not gracefully though as he lets his arse fall to the floor, causing you to move his pillow back up and crawl across. Peering over the bed you watch him with an amused smile, his body flat on the hardwood floor, wiggling out of his jeans

“All the way?” He asks like a child

You nod “All the way puppy” your use of the nickname causes him to work not only faster but wear the cutest little grin as he does it

Eventually he’s left in his boxers. You admire him, even as he struggles to work his way back up to his knees and kneel at the side of the bed again “Can I get in now?” he pleads, flashing his big puppy eyes

You would normally say yes, but his breath was pretty bad. Besides, he had told you once he hated waking up to the stale taste in his mouth, so made you promise if not inebriated yourself to make him clean his teeth

“You should brush your teeth” you give him a sad smile, heart aching at his pout “I can help you if you want”

His eyes grow wide, mood shifting and he nods quickly. You lift the covers, revealing you’re only in a slip. Sirius is enamoured by it. A giddy grin on his face when you accidentally flash him and he realises you have nothing underneath

Standing up you look down, holding out your hands for him. He takes them but lingers on the floor, a look on his face you know all too well

“One peek” you concede, holding your giggle as his head pokes between your legs for a few seconds

He soon pulls back, looking more than satisfied with himself as you help him stand up

“You’re so pretty” again his voice is dazed, but it doesn’t stop the smile on your face

What is it they say? Drunken words are sober thoughts? If that was true it meant everything Sirius did and said were true, only now it was amplified and had a dizzy puppy vibe

Guiding him into the bathroom he plops himself on the edge of the bath, something that could end badly but would be equally hilarious…knowing him he’d probably give up and ask for a pillow if he fell in

Grabbing his toothbrush you squeeze a little bit of paste onto it “Open wide” you instruct and in return he cheeses at you “Siri” 

“What?” He shrugs before opening his mouth properly, jaw slack so you could manoeuvre easy

You softly brush his teeth, not wanting to place too much pressure since you had only done this for him a few times before when he was really sick. 

Sirius watches you the entire time and in that moment you were like some kind of angel. Sure he was drunk, the bathroom light behind your bed was causing spots as he blinked and created a halo around your head, but still you were angelic…maybe more than that to him as his brain ran one very drunk cell who was convinced he was missing something 

“Spit” you ask and he turns his head away from you

Your eyebrows furrow before you realise, watching him spit it out in the bathtub. He then turns back looking proud of himself, a small bit of paste still clinging to the edge of his lips

You smile sweetly, taking the pad of your thumb and clearing it off. You can’t pull away though because Sirius’ darts forward to capture it and sucks on it

“Siri!” You squeal at pulling it out, you weren’t mad but you did hope he’d feel tired soon…and merlin did you hope he stayed human and didn’t run around as a dog like he did when he had a fever a few weeks ago

He laughs loudly at the face you made, before he begins to laugh at his own laughing resulting in a small fit. 

You quickly rinse the toothbrush and place it in the holder, then move to steady Sirius since you’re sure he’s gonna fall if he’s not careful, and knowing your luck he’ll fall forward onto the tiles rather than the bathtub behind him

His giggles die down. Taken a sudden interest in you and his eyes wander up your body. Drinking it in. He lingers on your thighs and then on two particular assets, to which you’re sure he’s thankful for your lack of bra and coldness of the bathroom. Eventually he reaches your face, eyes darting over it and his smile brightens

His smile drifts to a funny one “I’m sorry you have to look after me” he apologies with a slight chuckle, hands finding the outsides of your lower thighs and pushing upwards towards your hips, bringing the slip with it

You pinch the material around his hands outwards, letting it fall back down enough to cover you. Not that you cared about him seeing, it was more you were sure he would get distracted again

“You’d do the same for me” you assure him

He reponses by nuzzling his nose into your stomach “I’m gonna be so hungover” he mumbles, a small moment of clarity washing over him, although it wasn’t really true clarity as his brain still connects all the wrong dots as time and fantasy mixes up 

“I know. Don’t worry tomorrow…well actually later today, I’ll make you breakfast in bed and tease you rotten” you smile down at him

His head lifts and his eyes can meet yours “Thank you sweetheart” he smiles lazily before standing up shakily with your help

You move back a little, hands finding his shoulders while his slip down from your hips briefly only to grasp them again over your slip

“I'm glad you’re my wife” he says casually, a fond smile on his face while your eyes blow wide…and so does your heart

You just stare at him a moment, processing. Heart fluttering around at the title you always imagined having one day, yet were nowhere near prepared for how good it would sound from his lips. Nor how easily it slipped from them

“Siri love” you cup his cheeks 

“Yeah?” He says like a hum

“I’m not your wife” you inform him

Instantly you regret it

His happy expression drops, pouting and almost looks like he may cry “You’re not my wife?” his grip on your hips tighten, voice cracking

You shake your head and find yourself aching at how heartbroken he is over it. You know it’s the booze, you know he likely won’t remember this come morning but you still scold yourself for not playing along 

“You said no?” he asks and you look at him baffled

“To what?” you wonder, even if there’s a tiny voice screaming what it was in the back of your mind

He doesn’t answer, merely asks “You didn’t want to be my wife?” 

His tone is soft and so pure you could cry yourself, yet you still started to smile, heart thumping as you watched your boyfriend in mild awe

“You didn’t ask me to be your wife Siri”

“I didn’t?” 

If you could describe him in that moment you would have to say he looked like he was doing some complex mathematics because boy oh boy was he processing for almost a good few minutes

“You wanna marry me?” He finally says “I really...really want to marry you”

You find yourself itching to scream yes, but you also know he probably isn’t going to remember this nor are you 100% sure he’s…

“I have the ring and everything...” 

…serious

Your hands drop from his cheeks to his chest “What?!” You stare at him in complete shock

“...give me a minute I’ll go get it and get down on two knees...one knee...my arse?” he shrugs trying to walk away but you stop him

“Siri, y-you have a ring?” You ask confused and happy and sick all at once, eyes glazing as you listen to his answer and start to believe this is actually real

“Yeah in the…” he hiccups pointing out the bathroom door “…in the bottom drawer of my bedside table” realisation dawns on his face but not the kind you think “That’s why I got drunk! I remember now I was so nervous you wouldn’t like my proposal...and the...ughh...talk...umm” 

He freezes, clogs turning before he closes his eyes. You can almost see his memory reseting, like remembering the real reason made his drunken brain short circuit

“You really didn’t say yes to the picnic? At the same lake where had our first date?” he asks opening them, eyes now boring into you and you can no longer find it in yourself to deny him

“I did. I did say yes Siri” you nod, smiling brightly up at him

“You did?” you nod again “And the proposal…wait no... the speech! Was that okay? Prongs cried at it but Reg thought it was a little long and moony called me a sap…or was that Marlene…or Dorcas?” his eyes blow wide “It was shit wasn’t it? That’s why she gave me the little pink drinks cause it was terrible and you found it terrible...and him terrible and me...” he scrunches his face

“It was beautiful Siri” you pull his face up to look at yours, cutting his rabble off before you let them slip back down to his chest once more “Utter perfection. I was just pulling your leg earlier” you giggle trying to brighten him up while simultaneously trying not to squeal at the idea of there really being a ring in that drawer and him actually proposing

He sighs in relief, quickly wrapping his arms around you

“Thank merlin I’ve been worried for weeks” he tucks his head into the crook of your neck “You’re finally my wife for real. I'm not dreaming right?” he asks once more pulling back to look at you

“I am” you confirm "I'm so your wife...so...definitely your wife" you emphasise with all your heart and it makes his face light up brighter than the tree back at hogwarts

He grins, cupping your cheeks and squishing them ever so slightly “You’re my…” he hiccups again “…I’m your wife” he finishes

You giggle at his mistake but can't find it in yourself to correct him “You’re my wife…” you peck his lips “…and I’m your dashing husband” you go along with it

He pulls you in for another hug, almost bone crushing but you don’t care, your heart had never been fuller

“I love you so much” he presses a hard kiss to your temple, hand to the back of your head

“I love you too wifey” you tease gently, though in his state it’s literal, he’s now your wife and you’re now his husband, no take backsies “Now let’s get you to bed”

He nods into your neck, kissing it softly before allowing you to lead him through. Reaching the bed he sits on the edge while you push down the covers. He smiles at you and then your arse as you crawl over to your side, accidentally exposing it to him

You turn back and notice his stare “Enjoying yourself?” you ask, purposely lifting your arse up before yourself fall into your side

He nods shamelessly “Very much” he falls backwards, shifting around into the bed and letting you pull the covers up “You’re so good to me” 

You finish tucking him in and move forward so your chest touches his “What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t take good care of my hot wife?” you tap his nose

He chuckles so cutely at the gesture “I am the hottest wife” his words like a sigh as he pulls you into him, rolling you over onto your back so he can cuddle into you

His head settles on your chest

“That you are puppy” you wrap your arms around him, feeling his cheeks rise “And I’m the prettiest husband”

He looks up at you bobbing his head ever so slightly “You are the prettiest human in the whole world” he turn back to lay on your chest “And have the best boobs to sleep on”

You giggle as his head lifts up and his hand comes up to pat your boobs in order to get comfortable before he lays back down again. Arm slithering around your torso and within seconds he’s gone quiet

“Siri?” you lean forward "Siri?" you ask again then realise he's finally passed out, and is smiling like an idiot into your chest 

You gently rock him off and replace yourself with a pillow briefly. Briefly being the main word as you quickly slip out of bed and kneel down at his drawer. You take a deep breath before opening it, and sure thing there is a black velvet box tucked away in the back. 

You bite your lip, grasping bringing it into the light so you could see it clearer. Again you take a second before flicking it open with your thumbs, grinning so wide your nose scrunches up when you see the ring and your heart bounces around the room 

Come morning he wouldn’t remember much, only moments like you brushing his teeth and his head being between your legs, to which you would laugh at his brains priorities on the second.

You wouldn’t tell him that you already knew, nor that you had seen the ring and technically already agreed to be his wife…and, you guessed, husband as well. No. You would listen to the beautifully crafted speech by the lake, in your best outfit, from the man you loved and it would make you cry happy tears. And then he would ask that all important question. To which you, of course, would say yes

But for now you sat there, admiring the ring for a few a little while, before putting it back exactly where you found it and closing the drawer.

You were positively glowing as you made your way back into bed with Sirius once more. Replacing pillow with yourself and watching Sirius instantly cuddle back into you, humming as he does 

You hold him tightly and press a lingering kiss to his hair, then whisper

“Goodnight Siri. I love you and I can’t wait to officially be your future…” you giggle “…your future husband tomorrow”

Thank you for reading ♡

[samsm2mstories]

Daniel and his jocks

Jocks at their prime during the football season is a dream for everyone who wanted to be up close with them.

Daniel here knew that and everyone admired his jock life, females and males included. The talks about how big his cock is during classes weren't a surprise subject amongst everyone. Daniel just had it all for every person who had a crush on him. He was selective on who he wanted to fuck, as you can imagine it was always the hottest girls.

Then came along Benson who was an ousted gay guy on campus. The bullying was happening on a daily basis, Benson tried to ignore it all but he had plans to deal with Daniels and his boys.

Benson snuck into the changing rooms and decided to spike the protein shakes with a new sort of serum.

This was about to change the entire team in a matter of minutes. The coach was called by Benson who pretended to be someone else and lured the coach in driving off campus. Luckily enough the keys to the changing rooms were always in the door.

The football team walked into the changing rooms after their practise match and they all went for their work down shakes.

Benson watched in silence as he saw them all falling onto the ground as they all experienced his painful bullying memories and slowly his shared DNA was turning them all gay.

Daniel was watching in shock as he heard them all muttering gay stuff and how they had crushes on each other. What Daniel didn't realise that Benson had spiked his drink before practice so the serum inside him was releasing a scent that was attracting all his team mates.

The best part was to come as Benson came out of the toilet and all the infected jocks looked on as Daniel went straight for Benson. The whole team went to grab Daniel as he was screaming explicted language and trying to control the situation.

The jocks looked on at Benson as he walked towards Daniel and about to give him the final serum. Instead Benson injected it himself as he looked at Daniel and their lives flashed within in seconds.

The jocks released Daniel who started laughing as he felt the jock's strength, memories, sweaty body as the new Benson walked back in fear. He couldn't believe how he was a skinny small guy looking at hos former self.

Daniel walked towards him smirking and tried to talk sense into Benson but he wasn't accepting his faith. Benson was feeling his body getting hard by smelling Daniel's musky scent and strength.

Daniel knew this as he gave Benson a show of his new body and Benson couldn't resist it anymore as he went on his knees to admire Daniel.

The cock sucking began and each jock on the team gave Benson a good taste of their cum you could see Benson was full from drinking all the jock DNA, what Benson didn't realize was that it would soon turn him into the perfected fuckboy for the team as the DNA will slowly turn his body into a toned twunk.

In the end, Daniel was now in charge of the hottest jock and the team around him were BI but always gay for Daniel. Benson was being punished daily as he was being controlled by his new body to drink jock cum daily, admiring them. The former Daniel was fighting and screaming daily inside but was learning his lesson the hard way.

A few weeks later the team decided to come out BI and there were plenty of fucks happening with anyone on campus. Daniel was at the top of his world and game as he was a smart jock who was one of the very rare kind.

[mellarked-katnisseverdeen]

People for real can read the kiss on the Beach in Catching Fire between Peeta and Katniss and...come away thinking Katniss wasn't anything other than deeply in love with Peeta.

Or worse. Somehow still thinking she is better with Gale.

Like I am hardcore for respecting others opinions. But something so very clear and objective as that scene and it's after effects (Gales 'she never kissed me like that') cannot do a better job at spelling out Katniss's feelings in black and white. Like for real the only way more explict is for Katniss to do the very out of character thing and say the big 'i love you' in a long, heartfelt speech. Again, NOT how she does things.

Instead, she admits quietly to needing him- the closest thing she can express to wanting something. And kisses him truely and intimately despite the cameras that were previously holding her back.

Gale himself later implies even HE accepts it here. That he wasn't ever a choice, not really.

Dislike that Katniss does truely love and choose Peeta for whatever reason you want. But it really is aggrivating to see it debated that she didn't have real love (and spesifically a romantic kind of love) for Peeta when it is shown so clearly that she does.

[chysalxsm]

Blue Lock men:Ass boobs or..?

ও rating. explict

ও summary. Do the Blue Lock men prefer ass, boobs or another part of the body?

ও Characters [aged up!]. Nagi seishiro, Reo Mikage, Isagi Yoichi, Rensuke Kunigami, Chigiri Hyoma, Gin Gagamaru, Barou Shoei, Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae and Ryusei Shido

Nagi Seishiro:

He just loves laying his head on your chest, it's so soft and plushy that it drives him off to sleep. His head is either snuggled up in your chest or his mouth is occupied with one of your nipples, sucking and biting on it lightly. It has become so bad with his obsession with your boobs that he can't even sleep without your chest in his hands or fondling your nips at night.

Reo Mikage:

Reo is a big fan of your boobs. He loves seeing you in pretty dresses where he can see a lot cleavage. You just look so beautiful in them. You'll always notice how his eyes start drifting down your chest if you're wearing a push up bra, it's his favorite, mostly if you're styling it with a tight turtleneck <3 worships them in the bed, more so if you're insecure about them. He doesn't understand why, cause they seem so perfect to him?

Isagi Yoichi:

It's canon that he's a thigh guy and tbh he seems also like that type of guy. He's just so obsessed with them. No matter their shape, if their thin and have a thigh gap or big and plushy, even muscular thighs make him weak. His hands are always on your thighs throughout the day, when you're in the kitchen, when you're watching TV together and when your pretty thighs are seated on his lap <3 he loves cowgirl position the most, because he can just grab on your thighs all the while you're humping his cock. Would go insane if you would show up with a skimpy skirt and thigh highs. His cock would be rock hard in no second and leaking pre already <3

Kunigami Rensuke:

Kunigami loves everything about you. He loves your boobs, ass, thighs and everything else. he's just a sweetheart <3 I think he's very much into body worship, cause no matter your size, if he loves you then he really does. If you want him to play with your chest, sure he doesn't mind. You want him to spank you, sure he would do anything for you. I think he would also be very much into thigh grinding. Grinding you down his muscular thighs with his hands on your ass and his mouth on your chest, leaving hickeys everywhere <3

Chigiri Hyoma:

Chigiri is a total ass guy. He doesn't matter if it's big or small he just loves ass. He loves it whenever you walk in front of him and wear your tight fitting jeans and he can just stare at it. He's a sucker for black lacy lingerie, so when you're wearing something like this around the house with just a shirt of his on, you can bet that he'll get behind you and drag you to your guys bedroom and devour you till he can't no more and you both are statisfied.

Gagamaru Gin:

Gagamaru loves your hands! He's so obsessed with them. He loves it when you hold hands and you intervine your small fingers with his long one's. He's a sucker for hand jobs. Gagamaru just loves watching your little hands try to jerk his big cock off, it makes him come way too fast to his liking. Also loves holding your wrists above your head with one of his hand and having his ways with you <3

Barou Shoei:

He loves thick woman with big booties, he just seems that type of guy. Doesn't mind the chubby thighs and tummy, as long as he can hit it from the back and watch it move like waves [I'm so sorry but I didn't wanna say recoil] makes him more than happy. Barou loves it when you walk around the house with super short shorts, it makes his cock swell hard in his boxers. If you ever act bratty, then he wouldn't mind spanking that ass of yours till it's imprinted with his hand print.

Itoshi Rin:

Big booby lover, I'm sorry but it's the way it is. He's just so into big boobs that he couldn't even imagine being with someone that has more ass than boobs. It gets him so turned on whenever he sees models with sexy or cute lingerie leaning down and showing their chest that almost slips out of the bras because it's too tight. He buys it instantly for you to try on and give him a show. Loves ripping your shirt and bras off after a long tiring and stressful day, he just wants to lay on your pillowy chest and fall asleep.

Itoshi Sae:

One word: ass. He loves the way your ass is shaped. Sae thinks it looks good in jeans, leggings, tight dresses but mostly when you wear nothing. He enjoys reversed cowgirl very much, because he has the perfect view of your back and ass. Can lay back and watch you move up and down on him while you make him feel so good with your tight cunt. He isn't even ashamed of grabbing your ass whenever a guy tries to flirt with you, you're his after all<3

Ryusei Shidou:

Man's nasty and very much into your boobs. Grabs them no matter where you are, he has no shame. Begs you to fuck your boobs, smears his pre everywhere, he doesn't care <3 Ryusei likes pinching your perky nipples through your loose shirt, but sometimes he grabs them "accidentally" to hard just to hear your yelps. Whenever he isn't coming inside of you, then it's always on your chest. He gets hard again instantly when he sees his cum dripping down your chest onto your nipples. Wouldn't even mind licking his come off your boobs to clean you up, that's how nasty he is <3