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Player: Antoine Griezmann. Words: 7083. Grab a snack, a drink and sit your cute ass down because this is long. Type: Smut. AU. Warnings: livestreams, amateur p*rn, OF style subscriptions, masturbation and mutual masturbation, use of toys, voyeurism, protected sex, dirty talk, strong language. You are responsible for your own consumption. Do not read if you don’t like this type of content.

A/N: I'd wanted to write something like this for a long time, then I saw the video the banner is formed from and it just put everything into motion (even if it took me 4 months to write). Content no-one asked for, but I hope it's enjoyed nonetheless. I'm not against writing more of this, but I thought I'd see how this went down first. If you enjoyed this and want to see more, please like/reblog/send an ask/comment/show it love.

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Antoine enjoyed sex and everything that went with it. He wasn’t selfish, he gave as much as he received. He loved being pleasured and to pleasure. There was nothing quite like feeling her, whoever she was, soften in his arms. He loved feeling the urgency in her kiss when he’d tweak her nipples or his fingers would push the full way in until the knuckles of his fist were pressed against her folds; the tattoos on his fingers no longer visible unless he was pulling them back out of her and even then, they’d be coated in a layer of slick. He loved feeling the wetness soak his hand, mouth or balls, depending on what he was using at that time. He loved hearing his name on her tongue, filling the room. Nothing turned him on more than knowing he was doing everything right, he was making her feel incredible and feeling her cum, her body trembling and knowing that he was the reason for her reaching her climax was just something else.

His ex had been open minded and adventurous. She loved experimenting and though boundaries were prodded, pushed slightly, they were never overstepped. The two of them sexting, and playing while on video calls were normal occurrences. It was her who suggested filming the two of them while they had sex. It started out as innocently as it could; simply filming them giving each other oral. A POV shot as he bent her over and fucked her from behind. It wasn’t until they’d accumulated quite the collection that they decided to film more videos and one tester video being uploaded where you couldn’t see either of their faces was (nervously) uploaded to one of the most popular porn websites available. Their amateur section was quickly growing in popularity with more and more people wanting to see more homemade videos than those of a professional manner.

Finally tired of seeing the usual fake scenes and sculptured bodies, more of the everyday person was tuning into amateur and their video quickly racked up the views with comments flooding in wanting more.

One upload turned to two.

Turned to three.

Turned to ten.

Their chemistry on “screen” was clear, their understanding of one another’s body was perfectly visible. They moved in perfect sync with one another and their pleasure brought thousands of others to their own climax. But it couldn’t save their relationship. They naturally fizzled out. Sex was never their issue, sex was the easy part. Their relationship was a little more difficult to hold together.

Their channel remained up for everyone to view, he just created his own stream before creating an privatefansonly account after being urged. He was able to produce more content including photosets and more videos which could be filmed whenever he wanted. It was much easier being a solo content maker but it did also become a little lonelier too.

He’d publicized the live show he was planning across his social media. He’s done a few previously, gaining more subscribers than he thought each time, all wanting to watch him stroke himself until he paints his stomach with cum. While he was nervous the first time they began uploading themselves to the internet, now he felt a sizzle knowing he was being watched and that others are pleasuring themselves at the same time. Though lately, while his hand was wrapped around his cock, his teeth bite down on his lip and his whimpers still sound, it’s the woman in the room next door that he thinks of.

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She should never have been his roommate and yet, here she was stealing his food and drinking his drinks like she was meant to be here. Now she’s here, he can’t stand to think of her not being. He’s grown to like her being around, having that company once more and sharing flirty banter. He liked having someone he could interact with, who understood his sense of humour, got his jokes and would bounce back with something else just as funny. He appreciated who she was as a person.

They’d share bottles of wine together, sometimes beer, sometimes spirits. He’d wait for her before ordering in, and they’d cook for one another. It was an easy friendship, with often days going between the two of them without anything being said. She’d leave notes that food was left on the stove or in the slow cooker. He’d leave notes saying he’d left packages on her bed that had been ordered and he’d done her laundry.

He’d enjoyed her company in a strictly friends only way until he’d come home from work early, music pumping throughout the house and he’d walked into the kitchen to find her putting together a meal, a bottle of wine in her hand and dressed only in her underwear. She’d stopped for a moment, clearly caught off guard as the two of them had stood staring at one another awkwardly, before she continued dancing and wiggling her butt. It broke the ice, made him laugh hard before he’d returned to his room.

With his day job being the thing that allows him to pay for the house and bills, anything else from his… second job is simply a bonus, allowing him to live whatever lifestyle he can with the extra cash. Clothes are one of his biggest weaknesses. He can’t resist buying new clothes or more filming equipment. He enjoyed gaming and wasted no time in buying and putting together a new computer fast enough to host many of his games without slowing down, with the first big payout he received. He tried not to go overboard, hadn’t wanted anyone to begin to ask questions about how his usual job allowed him to pay for such things, but it did help.

It's why he didn’t need her here. He didn’t need her half of the rent, but she needed a place to stay and half of the rent she was paying to live with him was better than having no place at all. And while he may not need her here, he sure as hell liked having her here.

But ever since seeing her in her underwear and watching the way her hips swayed, it had given him more than enough ideas and soon, he was stroking himself to another climax for his eager subscribers.

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“Sooo… you’re a gamer, huh?” She asks, trailing her fingers over the top of his monitor and sinking down into the chair. She pulls a face as she declines, clearly impressed with the quality of it and gives the mouse a little wiggle.

“That’s not new information,” Antoine replies, watching her cautiously with his arms crossed over his chest.

“But, you don’t need all of this for gaming. Or do you?” She asks, tapping the side of his camera and gesturing to the lighting and mic. “I mean, I game, but I don’t stream, so I wouldn’t know. Are you on twitch or something?”

“Or something, yeah.” Antoine replies, trying to keep a straight face. “Yes, I have a twitch account.” He replies seriously when she raises her eyebrow.

“Many subscribers?”

“A few.” He wasn’t lying, he just had considerably more subscribers on a different type of platform.

“I’ll have to play with you some time.” She says, sitting back and swaying the chair. Her elbows are propped up on the arms of the chair. Her body posture is open, her leg is held up by her tiptoes as her other leg is bent, the ball of her other foot presses into the chair’s seat.

Mental images fill his mind of slipping between her thighs and tonguing at her cunt. He swallows and tries to avert his eyes as he pushes the thought out of his mind, but he can almost imagine how she’d taste. Considering how he spends his spare time, it’s been a while since he’s slept with someone and he misses it.

“You think you can take me on?” He asks after clearing his throat with a small cough.

“I’m not too shabby. I can hold my own.” She says, lifting her chin to look at him, their eyes locking and it does nothing for him wanting her. He wills himself to think unsexy thoughts, distracts himself by thinking of anything else than sinking into her pussy and hearing her moan.

A notification appears on his phone screen which is in front of her on the desk.

“Oooo someone’s popular, you’ve got a notification from...” she begins to say as she goes to look but Antoine knows that notification sound and rushes forward. The look on her face tells her that she’s already seen it before he manages to swipe the phone and put it into his pocket. “New subscriber for there?” She says quietly, sucking her lips onwards and wets them. “I know that site isn’t just for porn but I didn’t realise it had gamers too.” She tells him, trying to keep her tone light.

“They don’t.” He admits and holds his own, waiting for her to mock or judge or say something negative.

“Do you have a lot of followers?”

He nods as fear and excitement rushes through him. It’s out there, his secret is out and she’s not recoiling in horror. “Yeah.”

“Do you actually game?” She asks and he laughs.

“Yeah, yeah I do. The lights and microphone and camera are all for both. It’s not just for...that side of things.”

“So I’m not going to walk in and you be doing your thing?”

“I can’t guarantee that but it won’t always be that that you walk in on.”

Using the foot that anchors her to the floor, she sways in the chair as she observes him. “Who else knows?”

“Just you and my ex. I don’t want anyone else knowing.”

“Would they not see your face?”

“I don’t show it. Tattoos get covered with makeup. No distinguishing features on show.”

“Oooo, I could have touched myself while watching you without knowing it was you.” She grins at him as he shifts from foot to foot, moving one hand to hang down in front of his crotch as it twitches at her words.

“Would you have continued if you knew it was me?”

He can’t stop the words from coming out and when she replies, “I’d have cum to each of the videos and pictures,” it takes all the strength he has to hold himself in place.

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Tonight, she’s out and it was the perfect time to go on a livestream. Work had left him feeling tightly strung and nothing else would do. He’d tried playing a few games, watching TV or doing something which didn’t involve touching his dick, but that’s what his thoughts kept going back to. It was like desperately needing a drink in the middle in the night, or the realization you needed to pee. Once you’ve thought about it, the sensation of it only increases until you have to succumb.

With the lighting now right, the camera all set up and feeding directly to the website, Antoine waits. His legs are parted, though he still wears low slung joggers. Grey of course, he knows the effect these have, especially right now with the thick outline of his cock still pressed against his inner thigh. Every so often his long fingers will stroke over it, the camera picking up on the way it would twitch, bumping up from his leg and pressing against the fabric of the joggers. He’s smart, using the ten second clip of exactly that as a teaser to his Twitter feed and more subscribers began to pour in.

He continues to tease, both himself and the viewers until he’s peeling his clothing off. A bottle of lube sits in front of him, out of the view of the camera, along with a flesh light. He hadn’t intended to get one, thought it was silly until one of his friends bought it for him once his relationship had ended and said, “here mate, pussy for you 24/7, you don’t even need to leave the house.”

It was supposed to be a jokey present, even though the purpose of them was very real and so, he’d filled it with lube one night out of curiosity and slipped it down over his cock until it had sheathed him and hadn’t looked back. It’s not something he uses all the time, but it’s gone down well on his lives previously and he’ll use it when he wants to fuck the tension out.

His fingers stroke over the head of his cock before trailing down. His touch is light, his sharp intakes of breath are picked up by the additional mic he’s set up, and his deep breathing is there for all to hear. Occasionally, he’ll read the comments inside his head, take note of a few of the requests and watch as the comment section goes a little crazy. Many comment on his hands, how they enjoy to watch the way they flex, grip and move. Some of the subscribers have signed up exactly for that, asking for photos of his fingers, especially if they’re photographed wrapped around his cock or light touches.

He shuffles himself forward a little, melts himself into the comfortable chair and closes his eyes for a moment or two. A thin layer of lubricant covers his shaft and the prominent vein there throbs against his palm whenever he grips himself. Pre-cum is dotting at the slit and drips into the curve between his thumb and finger as he plays. Not for the first time, he wonders what it would feel like to have her hand do this instead, what kind of blow job she’d give and how she’d ride him.

His hand speeds up, his breathing deepens as he loses himself in his thoughts. He can almost hear her moan and once more, his thoughts drift to the idea of her watching him. She could very much be one of his subscribers right now, watching his every touch, listening to each whimper that leaves his lips. She could be one of them who are sending in encouragement, trying to control the pace he sets.

His free hand reaches forward and pulls the fleshlight towards the edge of the desk with his fingertips until he can wrap his fingers around the toy. The hand stroking his cock drops the base, angles the rest of his length away from his body and a little closer to the camera. He makes it twitch, the action drawing a pearl or two of pre-cum out.

The comment section blows up and only then does he push the head into the silicon mould. He’s highly sensitive, the noise he makes is involuntary but it gets a beautiful reaction. More subscribers pour in, he can see the amount he’s making tonight rising on his screen for his eyes only, and he’s thankful his face isn’t in shot because he can’t stop the grin that forms quickly, only to be replaced by his lip catching between his teeth as his breathing deepens.

Slowly each inch is enveloped within the toy, the material stretches around him, sucks him inside with ease and wraps around him with the perfect pressure he’s now used to. He’s able to rest his head against the back of his chair without his face being compromised and he closes his eyes to savour the feeling of it as he lets the images that begin to form fully within his mind take over.

“Hey, so I was thinking…” her words pull him back to the very real present, he’s not able to pull the toy from himself, he’s barely able to grab a shirt to cover his erection before the door opens and she walks in. With his secret now out in the open between them, they now have a system. He puts a do not disturb on the door handle and she doesn’t come in. If there’s no sign, she’s welcome to come in. Tonight, because she was out, he hadn’t bothered with the sign and now he’s kicking himself for it.

“Oh. Oh.” She doesn’t know where to look but she keeps her eyes from him out of respect. “I should probably...” she gestures to the hallway, jerking her thumb to suggest she’s leaving but she remains where she is.

“Yeah, you probably should.” His cock throbs at the sight of her. His heartbeat is powerful, pounding against his ribcage with such force he’s surprised it’s not being picked up on the mic or by her ears.

“Live or on your own?” She asks quietly, her eyes flickering to his screen. She can see it’s on from where she stands but she can’t see what’s on there.

“Live.” he whispers back, wondering what’s going through her mind right now.

“That’s a shame. Because from what I saw, that’s a beautiful cock that deserves to be sucked. I’ll leave you to your livestream… if you need me, I’ll be thinking of that.” she lets her gaze drop to where his shirt loosely covers him, “unless you want to give me the stream so I can watch?”

Swallowing hard, he shakes his head, his tongue licks at the corner of his mouth before he mutes the mic. “You’re not serious right now.” his eyes flicker back to the screen, noting the comments of WHY DID YOU STOP? What’s happening? Are you continuing? to begin to fill up his comment section.

“If I was to continue to play, right now, what would you do?” He asks her.

“Honestly?”

“Honestly.”

“Watch.” she replies.

“You wouldn’t think I was disgusting? Inappropriate?”

“I’ve just walked into your room and interrupted you. I’ve just offered to give you a blow job, and you don’t think I’d sit and watch you masturbate?”

Nerves rush through him like adrenaline, his veins feel cold with it. He moves the shirt, pulling it from him so slowly it teases both those who are still watching and her before him.

Leaning forward, he types out my flatmate is here.

He knows the reaction this will get and the words that pour into the chat don’t disappoint him. The fabric falls to the floor, her concentration is no longer on his face but at his waist and lower. His own focuses on her body language; her breathing increases, her thighs close and subtly rub together as she tries to control herself. Her tongue swipes between her lips, wetting them both in the process.

“Still want to make that offer?” He asks, his hand wraps around the fleshlight and starts to lift it half way up his length before dragging it back down to the base. Her gaze remains transfixed, watching every stroke he makes.

Used to being watched, Antoine is unphased by this, this is nothing new for him but her lust is what keeps his hand moving. He’s used to finding out what people want and need, what gets the most subscribers, the most tips and response from those who watch his streams but having her here, someone who he genuinely wants to satisfy and to pleasure? It stirs something within his belly that he’d long since forgotten.

He needs to see her respond well, he needs to figure out what she wants from him. His thoughts and fantasies will no longer suffice. Anything he thinks about going forward will be based on this, the way she looks at him right now while he palms himself.

“You’re making this really hard to stay right here.” her voice comes out as little more than a whisper.

“I should hope so, how are you supposed to suck my dick if you’re still over there?”

“Is that what you want? For me to get on my knees...” she trails off as she slowly lowers herself to her knees, “move between your thighs, for all your subscribers to see, and do to you what I’ve thought about a lot since you told me what you do in here?”

The muscles in Antoine’s cheek tense as he clenches his jaw at her words. At her confirmation that she’s thought of him just like he has her. Or at least she says so. Even if it is just a ruse, it’s working and hearing the words continues to turn him on.

“What have you been thinking about?”

“What you might do on these videos. I, uhm, I might have heard a few of your noises before, and so I’d try and think of them, hoping that I wasn’t changing their sound as I played. Thinking of them would get me there. Every. Single. Time.”

She moves closer to him before she’s close enough for him to lean over and touch her face should he want to, but far enough away that he’d have to go out of his way to do so. Remaining on her knees, she straightens up, her fingers shakily go to the clothes covering her bottom half, her hands pushing them from her body until she’s left in just her panties. Sitting down, she stretches her legs out in front of her before bending her knees and allowing them to drop open.

She knew before the cool air hit between her thighs that her panties were wet. Antoine could no doubt see her wetness soaking through the centre of them, his eyes fixed firmly between her open legs.

“Why’s your hand stopped Anto? I thought this was what you wanted? You told me you wanted to play, now play.”

Her hand covers her underwear, her middle finger strokes over the soaked area before pulling up ever so slightly. Her clit is swelling, her hips buck as her fingertip circles the small bead.

“Why are you keeping them on?” He asks, his voice now huskier. He can’t look her in the eye as he says his, his attention completely on what he does with her fingers.

“Much more sensitive this way. Easier to tease. Easier to cum…”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He tells her, finally locking eyes with her. “So do it. Tease.”

Antoine ignores the words that spill from the comment section. At the moment he couldn’t care who is typing, the only thing he cares about is watching that damp patch increase and silently pleading for a taste of her cunt.

The silicone toy sucks his cock back into it, the wet glug of it is how he imagines the sound of her throat would be when he fucks her mouth. She adds another finger to her clit, the two of them now circling and pressing down, creating the perfect pressure, the perfect touch. The soft material of her underwear acts as a light barrier, any touch she gives is heightened by it.

“I wish this was your tongue.” She tells him, shifting the hand that holds her up and scoots herself forward a little more. She does it again. And again until she’s close to him. “I’m not sure what I want more though. To use that toy for you or be your toy for the night.”

His cheek twitches again and with his free hand, he beckons her closer with two fingers. “Tell me something.” he begins, pausing ever so slightly as he slowly moves the toy up and down his shaft at a leisurely pace. “Is this just foreplay? Look but don’t touch? Do you want to watch me get myself off and you do the same? Or do you want me to get you off? Me to eat your pussy like you’ve clearly fantasised.”

“I can’t walk out of here without having you fuck me first. Not again.”

“Do you want me to turn this off?”

She pauses for a moment as she looks at the screen. The camera is cut off perfectly where his lips are. Antoine’s body, his cock, his neck, jaw and lips look beautiful under this lighting. It captures him perfectly, the camera isn’t cheap and the quality is perfect, but it doesn’t compare to the real thing. Day old stubble covers his jaw, dots over his cheeks, his upper lip and chin.

“Lift your feet.” she instructs. It’s not a comment he expects and his brows knit together. “not up, up. Just lift them so I can move the chair.” Her hands touch the chair arms and she’s able to turn it just so. “Lift this arm.” She taps the one she means, the one closest to the screen. The one that can pose as a block for the camera. “Keep stroking.” she tells him as she weighs up her options.

Standing now in front of him, but to the side and out of view of the camera, her hands reach for the hem of her shirt, peeling it up her body until it’s tugged from her arms and dropped to the floor. She dips her shoulders, the straps of her bra slip down her arms where they hang by her elbows waiting to fall completely from her. Her fingers pop the clasp, the bra comes loose but remains on her body thanks to the positioning of her arms.

The bra cups have moved but her nipples remain covered, the curve of her tits on show. Not that she knows this, but this is one of Antoine’s favourite parts of the female body. The swell of the breast excites him. Makes him want to cup the fullness of them, run the rough pad of his thumb over her nipple until it hardens or hardens further. He loves kissing over the softness, nippling gently at her tit until his eager mouth reaches her nipple.

Seeing the way she provocatively shows him what he’s dreamt of, all he can do is remain in place, his hand pumping his dick as he had before while she slowly strips for him.

“Want to see?”

“More than you know.” His voice is barely more than a whisper, his hand now speeding up as the flimsy material slips from her body. Her nipples are puckered, begging to be licked, sucked on and nipped with his teeth. He longs to make her whine, needs to feel her grinding her pussy against him as she sits in his lap.

Her thumbs hook under the sides of her panties, tugging them down carefully, taking her time. Reluctantly, he pulls his gaze from her chest and watches as the material begins to roll over her hips. Parting her thighs, her underwear clings to her juices until finally, she’s fully exposed to him. Turning, even though nerves flood throughout her body, she bends to push the fabric to her ankles. Her pussy is on show through her parted thighs and she can hear his breathing increase as he exhales through his nose.

She tries to control her breathing, not wanting her nerves to be on show for him. She wants this. She needs this. But being with him for the first time is daunting, let alone with the knowledge that hundreds of people are also now paying to watch this interaction. Not that they’re aware of this just yet.

Swallowing hard, she instructs him to close his legs just a little.

“Put your hands on my shoulders.” He says, his voice quiet. “it’ll help you steady yourself.”

Stepping towards him, she straddles his lap using the leg furthest from the camera, not feeling comfortable enough to show herself to the world right now. His hands cover her hips, pulling her onto his thighs easier until the base of his cock pressed against her folds.

She lifts her face, turns to look at the screen. The most they can see is the side of her body, her hair cascading down her back and the point of her chin at the top of the screen.

“And they won’t see my face?”

“Not unless you drop to your knees to suck me off, no.”

She gives a little nod. Her heart hammers against her chest with such force it feels like a dull ache. Antoine reaches up to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, his eyes dropping to her lips where they stay for a moment or two. His tongue swipes over his own before he looks back at her eyes. “We don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

“Can I at least kiss you?” When she gives a little nod, he shakes his head. “No, I need to hear you say it. From here on out, I need you to be verbal. If you don’t like something. Tell me. If you do like something, tell me so I can do it more. If you want to stop, I will stop. Immediately. This isn’t fun if you’re not in this with me. So. Again. Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

Antoine leaves one hand on her hip while the other cups the back of her neck, his thumb reaching around to below her chin and pushes upwards, exposing her neck for his mouth. He takes his time, slow open mouth kisses which leaves her craving more.

“Can I stroke you?” She asks, her voice barely more than a whisper as her breath hitches in her throat when his tongue flicks over her pulse.

“Yes.” he says clear enough for her to hear before grazing her skin with his teeth, biting down just enough to make her mewl, push her pussy to him again and grind her ass down against his muscular thighs.

“Are we still muted?” He hums against her throat, “let them hear.”

She can feel his lashes flutter over her skin, the cool air as his hot mouth leaves her. “You don’t need to rush into anything.”

“They’re already watching,” she wraps her fingers around the toy and gives it a small tester stroke, smirking to herself when his eyelids grow heavy. “May as well let them listen too.”

She starts slow, taking her time as her hand leisurely glides up and down. With a flick of his wrist, the sound is activated once more. “You’re not the only one who needs to hear something verbal.” She said in a voice so low that only Antoine can hear but she feels the way his hips circle and buck, pushing himself further into her fist than before.

His thickness can be felt through the toy, though she wishes she could feel the long, prominent vein which runs down his shaft. Not for the first time does the urge to sink between his thighs and take as much of him into her mouth. She wants to feel him edge towards her throat, wants him to nudge against her uvula and make her want to gag. She wants to hear that wet glug when he fucks her mouth. She wants her spit to drip down her chin, hear the hiss and any profanities that roll from his perfect lips.

It takes almost all of her willpower to remain on his lap and not be doing the things she’s thinking about. This should be enough. This should satisfy the cravings she’s had since moving in. Since finding out what he does when he’s alone in his room with nothing but his camera, mic and followers for company.

His noises are minimal. Mostly heavy breathing, the occasional deep exhale through his nose and the sound of his jaw clicking as he clenched it too tightly. She can feel the muscles within his thighs tense, his fingers flex - occasionally digging into her makes her whine softly.

“I’d thought about slowly stroking myself while sitting here.” She tells him.

“What’s stopping you?” He can barely speak. His mouth feels far too dry, he’s barely able to concentrate on anything else other than what her hand is doing and how wet she’s leaving his skin where she sits.

“I’m half tempted to ask you.” She replies, “but you seem happy watching right now.”

His cheek twitches as he grits his teeth once more. The light blue eyes she’s come to love looking at are darkening quickly. When he says nothing else, she switches hands flawlessly. Though she’s not ambidextrous, she’s still able to get what she wants. The pace she’d set wasn’t too fast, allowing the silicone mould to do most of it for her.

Reaching her fingertips to his lips, she instructs him to suck, something he does gladly. His tongue swirls over and around the two fingers she offers him, making sure they’re fully lubricated. He knows she could have just as easily ran them between her folds, coated them in her own juices before pressing them to her clit but there was something about using his mouth for this that aroused him.

Lowering his gaze, Antoine has the perfect view of both of her hands working the two of them simultaneously. Her fingertips press to her sensitive bead, her folds are parted and her movements are careful, precise. It’s clear she masturbates frequently, her middle finger dips down her slit and circles at her entrance to gather slick before reapplying pressure once more to her clit.

The hand that holds him is just firm enough, just fast enough, but he wants to feel her instead. His own covers her hand, pausing her movements as he pulls the toy from him. His cock slaps against his skin before standing away from his body again. He lays the toy on the desk before taking her hand and wrapping it around him.

“Same pace as before,” he whispers before pulling her a little closer so he can press kisses over her neck on the side furthest away from the camera. The way he uses his mouth, the flick of his tongue and the graze of his teeth as he gently nibbles against her has her juices dripping down against his thigh and her pussy tightening, her walls clenching around nothing when all she wants is to be sinking down on the cock before her.

“Need you inside me,” she whimpers.

“I’m not fucking you on the camera for our first time.”

“Anto, I need you. Please.” Her hand works him to desperation. He almost caves- almost. He’s seconds away from lifting her body and pulling down onto him. “I can’t keep masturbating thinking about how you’d feel in my pussy. I need the real thing.”

He growls in response, his instinct now taking over. He leans the two of them to the side, his hand working the top drawer of the desk and pulls a condom from it. It’s opened and slid down his erection in less than 30 seconds. She lifts instinctively, her hands on his shoulders as his hand angles the tip of his cock at her soaked core and slowly, she sinks down onto him.

The sharp intake of breath that sounds from her as she takes as much of his thick cock within her is enough to have him twitching against her walls. She pauses, giving him a moment to spin the chair so the view to the camera is her back, her ass and the view of his dick partially sheathed within her. Pulling herself back to the tip, she slowly pushes back down again, this time taking another inch of him inside of her. She repeats this until his balls press against the curve of her ass, until she’s sat back on his lap again, his erection stretching open her pussy and nudging beautifully against her cervix.

“I’ve wanted this for so long.” He whispers, pressing his words against her skin as he kisses wherever he can reach. “You feel so fucking amazing.” His hands grip her waist, short fingernails doing their best to leave crescent marks in her skin with every rock of her hips. He feels better than any toy she has in her drawer that she could ride. His expression as he’d watched her play and his words were better than anything she could have fantasized.

He steals a glance over her shoulder, his eyes fixed on the screen, watching as he enters her. The lighting was perfect, her juices coat the condom, dripping down to the exposed skin beneath it. Before his eyelids grow too heavy as pleasure rushes through his system, he notes the volume of subscribers increasing, the tips and additional money is pouring in. Comments beg him to take control, to fuck her harder are filling the comment box as he filled her. He fully plans to; needs her to ask him to take her at a pace that’s harder than she’s capable of riding him.

Any words and coherent thoughts that could come to mind are quickly forced out by the feeling of Antoine inside of her. She can barely keep her eyes open, they’re fluttering closed and she’s struggling to open them again with every blink, but she needs to see his face. She needs to watch his expressions and his own eyes blurring as she sinks down, enveloping him fully within her and holds him there before tensing her muscles up as she slowly pulls up to the head of his cock and releases him once more as she goes back down.

Another glance at the screen has him hypnotised - she moves like she’s his perfect fit. She takes him as he’d dreamt of. His hands gripping her body had barely had to adjust or steady her speed; she paid attention to his sounds, noted what made him bite down on her skin with enough pressure that had her tightening her pussy around him and whimpering until he let go.

Her hand moves to his jaw, tilts his face to make him look at her before she kisses him deeply. She manages to utter “fuck me,” before she’s pressing her tongue to his once more, his hips moving beneath her, pounding his cock into her at a pace much faster than the one she’d done. Her noises switch from small whines, throaty mewls and soft cusses to groans, sharp intakes of breaths which turn into silence as he bottoms out repeatedly, fucking her into silence.

She can hardly concentrate on kissing him back, though she does note that his lips curve against hers, clearly pleased with the effect he’s having on her. The sound of her wetness is picked up on the stream with many commenting on how the sound from her mouth and her pussy is enough to make them want to bust a nut without needing the visual.

“Touch yourself. Like you did earlier.” He whispers into their kiss.

She does as she’s told, her fingers rubbing exactly as she likes it, though Antoine’s unrelenting thrusts make it so she can’t keep her fingers steady.

“I like feeling how weak you are.” He says, the throaty laugh that sounds from him as her cunt pulses around him at his words, “so tight baby,” he tells her and nibbles on her bottom lip. His tongue swipes over the fleshy spot, his teeth sinking into it just enough to make her hiss and a fresh wave of juices to flow over his erection. “Close?” He asks, before he claims her mouth once more, his tongue pressing against hers and controls the kiss as much as he does her pussy.

She couldn’t answer even if she wanted to. The knot in her belly snaps, her orgasm hitting her with such force that her muscles tense up, her hand grips his hair, her core clamps around him as she soaks his chair. She contracts with such power, he’s almost pushed from her. His arms wrap around her waist, holding her in place as he makes her sit on his lap, his balls pressed firmly against her ass. Antoine waits until she tries to open her eyes once more before he begins to thrust into her once more, now chasing his own orgasm.

Her eyes remain unfocused, the hand which had stroked her sensitive bead now grips his waist, allowing herself to succumb to everything he wants to give to her. Waves and waves of pleasure rush throughout her as he fucks her with such intensity that she can’t tell when one thrust ends and another begins. The hand in his hair pulls a little more, tugging his head backwards, her lips connect with his neck, his pulse point beneath her kiss and as her tongue swipes over his skin, she feels him swallow and the vibration of his groan travelling through.

“Cum for me Antoine,” she whispers, her lips brushing against his earlobe. Her teeth locking over the soft curve of his ear is what sets him over the edge, his hands pushing her down, burying himself fully within her as he spills everything into the condom with a series of pants. Her pussy is so tight around him that she feels every twitch of it as he spurts more into the latex before finishing.

Waiting until his breathing is steadying, Antoine fills his palm with her skull, fingers curling around around her hair and pulls her into a kiss, one that they can now both fulfill. He only breaks the kiss to spin the chair slowly, carefully, until he can check the camera, the tips are higher than he could have thought, his subscribers have gone through the roof and the comment box is overrun with compliments. With only his grin showing on his face from the way the camera angle cuts the rest of his face from view, he thanks his subscribers for watching and disconnects, making sure to hit save so that he can watch it back and use it to wank to at a later date.

“I owe you a cut of that.” He tells her, brushing her hair from her face, his dick still fully lodged within her. His fingers stroke her cheek so tenderly, she could have mistaken the way he’d pounded into her with a furious need.

“You earnt that.” She dismisses his offer.

“Oh please, I’d barely reached €45 in tips. I’m now close to €500 and have double digits more new subscribers. I think it’s safe to say, we made a good pairing.”

“it’s not how i expected to spend my evening.”

“If riding my dick wasn’t what you came in here for, what was it?”

“I was going to ask if you wanted to order in.”

“Yes, but first, I want you on that bed, your thighs around my neck and to finally taste you…”

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I really, really, REALLY love your train!palace AU.

I was just curious if you have any other HCs for potential palaces — for either Akechi or Akira.

You don’t have to do any drawings or anything, I just loved reading about all your little details for the train AU and I’m starving for more haha

Ah thank you! I’m really glad you liked it!!! ^u^ I don’t really have any other hcs that i’m planning to draw (as of right now anyway B) ), but I did have an Akira palace concept a while ago that I’ll talk about below the cut if you’re interested! :)

(its kind of long cause once I started typing I just started rambling, so be warned)

Thanks for the ‘you dont have to draw anything’ by the way, lol xD There’s 1 drawing cause I couldn’t help myself though ;P

So, I dont know if it’ll be what you were hoping for, but a while ago i was thinking about an Akira palace about feeling overwhelmed that’s maybe called “Balancing Act” (i was thinking about calling it like. ‘tilting tower’ or something cause I think ‘tilting tower toppled’ would be a funny achievement to get once you beat it, but that just sounds too much like the fortnite thing and i cant handle that lmao), which the thieves (sans akechi- this will be explained later) probably realize exists somewhere around the end of sae’s palace.

Since the palace isn’t really akira’s distortion of a place so much as it is his distortion of what’s expected of him, his keywords could probably be something like “everyone’s happiness” and “his responsibility”? And I guess the location could just be leblanc since that’s where he lives?? I haven’t really. thought this part out too heavily lol ^^; feel free to interpret it as you’d like.

It’s probably been done before, but the whole thing is based around the idea of akira's shadow manifesting as atlas, but instead of holding up the weight of the sky, he’s holding the growing weight of people’s expectations. So, the palace itself is....you guessed it.....a tilting building! wow! It’s only not completely falling over because akira’s holding it up from the foundation, since it’s full of people he’s afraid to let down :)

sort of like that. it doesn’t have to be an apartment building, obviously. In all honesty what’s in my head is just like. a giant white cube. cause i really don’t know what “feeling responsible for other people’s continued happiness” would manifest as aside from something that could maybe hold cognitions of said people, so please accept the apartment building for now lmao (again feel free to interpret as you like)! And his outfit is definitely subject to change, i just stuck him in the first thing that came to mind xD

“BUT SOPHIA,” i hear you asking, “IF AKIRA’S RIGHT THERE, CAN’T THE PT JUST FIGHT HIM AND TAKE HIS TREASURE REALLY QUICKLY?” NO, you fool!! He’s holding up the weight of the world! does it LOOK like he’s got time to fight, let alone know where the hell his treasure is?? It being Akira’s palace, of course he cuts a deal with them- find his treasure and they can just keep it since it’ll be a weight off his mind (literally), in exchange for someone bearing the building for just a few minutes so he can have a break before they actually leave with the treasure. The thieves agree to this and eventually head into the building he’s holding up (i thought the thieves stealing his treasure literally adding weight to his mind/being another burden he has to shoulder was a funny concept here), and begin searching.

pretty much at this point I just figured the goal would be scaling the building, since the treasure is most likely at the top? (cause i mean honestly speaking if it’s not with akira, where else would it be. just finding it sitting in the middle of the fifth floor seems anti-climactic). As they ascend, they realize everything is in perfect equilibrium, perfectly balanced on both sides of the building so it helps it not topple. E.g., on one floor one side of the hall has a ryuji cognition while the other has an ann cognition, or something to that effect.

Earlier I mentioned the thieves sans akechi finding out about this palace late into the infiltration of sae’s because if the thieves were to discover akira had a palace, i doubt they’d tell akechi when they know he’s going to betray them and wouldn’t want him to purposefully muck up their infiltration. I also thought it would be interesting to see an akechi cognition in the palace, and maybe have it purposefully doing something to throw akira off balance (a consequence of him knowing about the assassination plot, explaining why it would be late in sae’s palace)? my initial thought was literally something like ‘the thieves walk into a room just in time to see the akechi cognition step off the edge of the balcony and un-balance the building, causing the gimmick of the palace to become having to leave a party member behind to keep it balanced every time something throws it off-balance on their way to reach the top’ or something. but idk! that seems a little extreme and i didn’t really put any thought into how they’d get back down afterward, so. just consider there being a trouble-maker akechi cognition, lol. ^^;

anyway! they reach the top eventually, the treasure’s there. hooray! they head back down to send the calling card. I genuinely don’t know whether akira knows about his palace or not in this au or whether he even wants the pt to steal his heart, but. He gets a calling card none-the-less, since whatever is causing his distortion is harmful to him and his friends want to help him. And I don’t feel like exploring the potential consequences of it being his choice or not rn >o>

So the pt go back in to steal the treasure! And it goes really easily. in and out! but before they can leave, Akira’s shadow asks them to uphold their part of the deal- someone take the weight of the palace for him for a minute so he can know what it’s like to exist without the weight of that on his shoulders for a minute before he disappears. Now...if you know anything about atlas’ encounter with heracles, you know that he tries to trick him into holding up the sky indefinitely. WELL! guess what happens when one of the pt takes up his mantle under the building. Akira’s like “oh gee, thank you! you’re a great friend.” and then yoinks his treasure from the others and tells them they’re going to have to try to take it from him. he’s got people relying on him, and he needs this in order to keep them happy!!

the supposed gimmick of the palace continues, in that the PT are always one party member down during the boss fight (maybe you can switch out whose holding it? i don’t see why you couldn’t, so long as someone always is).

This is where my planning on the palace kind of ends, because I’m not sure what akira’s shadow turns into during the bossfight. Back when i first got into p5 vanilla, i didn’t have a whole palace au but i had a kinda melancholy akira shadow encounter thought out, where when his friends ask why he hasn’t transformed into a monster during his boss fight he says something like “i’ve got a palace. i’m already a monster, aren’t I?” or something to that effect. so, that’s an option, but it sort of doesn’t fit the vibe so... idk! again feel free to interpret it as you will lmao.

When they do defeat him and get his treasure back, he tells them to get out of the palace before it collapses and takes the (now probably crumbling) building from whoever’s currently holding it. The thieves feel bad leaving him there, and he tries to convince them that he’s heading back to his real self in a few moments so they shouldn’t worry, but they all band together for a hot minute and help him hold up the palace even as it collapses, and it’s like. a show of solidarity? Like a “you can call on us if you need help” kinda thing? and they’re with him till he disappears and they escape.

Not sure what happens when they get back to the real world or what akira’s treasure turns out to be (i’ve seen other aus where its his probation notebook so. maybe that?), but thats it!

...yep. i’m not as attached to it as the train one (cause its not got goro in it lmao), but! that’s what i got. :>

thanks for asking though, anon! I hope that was what you were looking for!

#i'm glad you liked the train palace au though!! ^u^#and thanks for asking- i wouldn't have done anything about this one if you hadn't asked #p5

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cattles-bians · 3 years

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Damie Vibecca exes AU part 4

post directory

[em note: this one is LONG i had to split it!!!]

obsetress: deflecting to viola protecting becs

obsetress: once they are dating

obsetress: and thinkin thoughts

em: viola asks rebecca if she wants to put a hit out on peter and rebestiecca is like????

em: that’s hot but

em: u can do that? also maybe don’t. but mostly that’s hot

obsetress: i was literally gonna say peter is still her ex and he's a persistent fucker even though it's been a year at least and viola's response is... not far off from canon!

obsetress: becca just stares at her for a minute and then she's cupping viola's cheek and murmuring "come here" and pulling her down

obsetress: they're like kissing or whatever and rebecca's murmuring "that was hot, you know" between kisses and viola's like "oh?" and becca's like "don't be cheeky, you know it was" and vi just grins against her mouth

em: I’m Really Invested In This Crack Ship

obsetress: ok but rebecca tells jamie and dani about vi offering to put a hit on peter and they're both understandably and reasonably aghast and rebecca's just like (takes a sip of wine, ducks head, smiles to self) i think it's sweet

obsetress: dani and jamie look at each other out of the corners of their eyes

obsetress: (later, dani agrees how absolutely out of line it is but also admits that it sure does feel nice to be so taken care of sometimes)

obsetress: (jamie throws a pillow at her)

obsetress: also thinking about secret soft vibecca are sometimes and how horrified dani and jamie are the first time they see it with their own eyes

em: jamie and dani excessive PDA queens get a taste of their own medicine

em: it’s so funny that i’m like. always on the verge of viola horny posting but as soon as it’s vibecca i’m like look at these babies. these beautiful babies

obsetress: viola and rebecca kissing one (1) time at brunch and jamie, arm slung around dani’s shoulders, is like “oi, no one wants to see that” and dani, leaning into jamie, one hand in her lap, crinkles her nose and rebecca’s like “y— you’re kidding, right?”

obsetress: also like. we talk a lot about what vi does for rebecca but also like

obsetress: vi massive abandonment issues and rebecca just

obsetress: she just stays

em: ur gonna Kill me here lies em

obsetress: i know i didn’t mean to and then i just

obsetress: i can’t think too hard abt them or i will Melt Down but just like

em: look if rebecca can see the best in someone as awful as peter

em: viola isnt nearly as terrible

obsetress: esp vi post dani like

obsetress: she’s obnoxious and haughty and neoliberal but

obsetress: radical love goes a long way!

obsetress: rebecca grounding her thru touch and rebecca slipping her hands around vi’s and easing them loose when vi’s hands start to clench and rebecca just pressing a kiss to viola’s temple and murmuring “i’m here, yeah? with you. not going anywhere”

em: like i just think after eddie dani wouldnt like, just go w the flw any more. like i think abt her challenging viola occasionally

em: lovingly! gently

but like, holding her accountable

em: also violas absolutely little spoon

em: like i know blah blah viola top rebecca top leaning switch but viola little spoon

obsetress: “actually viola” (vi always knows she’s in trouble when dani calls her viola) “that was really hurtful” “i’m sorry you feel that way, dani, but—“ “i don’t need you to be sorry for how i feel. i need you to show me you’re sorry for what you did”

em: dani calls vi the Full Name and viola knows shes in trouble bc thats at least 4 extra vowels w danis midwest accent

em: it is always v surprising how much like, working w kids equips you to work w adults. b/c at least w kids you dont have layers and layers of social nuance to work through. u can just say 'hey. that was hurtful and your apology sucks'

obsetress: meanwhile dani’s over here trying to explain to vi intent vs impact and how no, it’s not semantics or nuance, it’s actually kind of a chasm

em: i kind of love like um. look viola is terrible but she wasnt born terrible

obsetress: she just has a lot to unlearn

em: and id belive that even if i wasnt a ghostfucker thats just rogers theory of self actualisation babyeee

obsetress: dani viola big fight n dani's like

obsetress: "i'm sorry and i love you but it's not my job to fix you, vi" and she just breaks down and she's like "it's not"

obsetress: jesus why did my brain take THAT turn

em: wrow

em: its ok i was gonna be like 'so they obvs break up at some point....'

obsetress: anyway viola just stares at her for a second and then she's like "you put the 'i'm sorry' before the 'i love you'"

obsetress: and dani just stares at her for a long time and she's like "yeah. i guess i did"

em: HANNAH

em: BESTIE

obsetress: i KNOW what the FUCK

obsetress: anyway dani's like "i guess i did" and vi's like "is that it then?" and dani just looks at her with her puffy eyes and is like "i think so"

obsetress: dani clayton queen of saying "i love you" over and over in the midst of breaking up w someone

em: well! she has a lot of love to give but, she also has to love herself sometimes!

em: i was thinking abt scenarios n i just remembered that. whole video rental shop thing so i think that slots in nicely

[em edit: u can read here]

obsetress: god i love that lil scene

em: dani sends viola a tentative little meme peace offering and they get back to talking and its nice but maybe a bit awkward and viola mentions like, going to therapy and seeing someone for help n its

obsetress: vi's stewing on "i can't fix you" for weeks and then she's begrudgingly. BEGRUDGINGLY calling a therapist

em: like its still awkward and dani is still nursing some wounds but she can ALSO be happy for someone she used to care about

em: still cares about!

obsetress: she's always gonna love her in some way or another

obsetress: but yeah also like. smth to viola being too stubborn to do anything she doesn't wanna do except suddenly when dani clayton gets involved and that feels p canon in its own way too

em: 'i cant fix u' weird bc every time i see viola im like 'i can fix her'

obsetress: it's like ur in my head bestie

em: how do u think viola and rebestiecca met

em: not that u think abt it or anything

obsetress: MAN i was just thnking

obsetress: in this universe how did dani and jamie meet but i guess it can still just be bly tbh

obsetress: as for vi and bestiecca hmmm

em: am so caught up in the joy of fucked up interpersnal dynamics i forgot a meet cute

obsetress: honestly part of me wants to be like

obsetress: on some dating app but a dating app for posh people yk

obsetress: but then i'm like

obsetress: that takes all the meet cute fun out of it

obsetress: oh GOD

obsetress: i got it

obsetress: ready

obsetress: so like viola landlord we know this

obsetress: and then i was watching whatever ep three the other day and bex mentions wanting to do public law right

em: oooooh

obsetress: bex public housing attorney

em: OOH

obsetress: they meet at some conference

obsetress: hit it off prob fuck lbr

obsetress: and then

obsetress: comedy of errors

obsetress: whoever stays the night, they sleep together again in the morning, breakfast in bed, bex is like "so what do you do, anyway"

em: hjgbjshmdnfbmngbmhnbgs,hndg m,shndgds

em: YES

obsetress: and then they just

em: WHEEZES

obsetress: also i like to think rebecca invites vi back to her hotel room and vi is so charmed by her taking charge ("""taking charge""") that she lets her

obsetress: and then like

obsetress: god for a while what if they just like

obsetress: they're so mortified and morally and fundamentally at odds but like

obsetress: the sex is so good???????

obsetress: that they keep just meeting up and then

em: romeo and juliet situation

obsetress: yk how it goes

obsetress: the sex is good and they see each other as like

em: thats so fucking good thank u hannah

obsetress: super rare intellectual equals whatever

obsetress: thank u i am exceedingly proud rn

obsetress: honestly at this point i'm

obsetress: rebecca and vi uhaul change my mind

obsetress: like not too quick because isabel but, quick enough to be considered

em: so the joke is like. obviously 'extremely pda damie' but when rebecca and vi are alone they Also cannot get their hands off each other

obsetress: they both just. worry about appearances too much meanwhile

obsetress: tweedle dee and tweedle dum in the overalls and mom jeans dgaf

em: accidentally seeing ur friends compromised is just part of the package of being friends w damie. however jamie accidentally catches vibecca in the act and shes Horrified

em: hypocrits

em: danis like yeah what do u. think theyre doing

em: dani is nonchallant bc shes dated viola of all people

obsetress: i mean could you imagine

obsetress: between vi and dani's just

obsetress: insatiable libido

em: HADNT IMAGINED UNTIL NOW BUT YEAH

obsetress: dani, very seriously: jamie, when two women love each other––

em: dani likes dating jamie bc it means she can top occasionally :) maybe even more than occasionally

em: jamies like ooh my god i knw i know how are u so casual about... rebecca... and ... viola... (dani just pulls her in fr a smooch)

obsetress: they have each other's clothes half off and dani's like "i'm so casual because i dated her too, babe" and jamie's like "can we not have this conversation right n"

obsetress: also i still have this on my clipboard from earlier we bopped around so fast but

obsetress: vi and bex hooking up early on:

obsetress: rebecca knocks on vi's door at, like, 6:00 pm after work, vi opens it, rebecca just grabs her and kisses her, vi pulls her in, becca kicks it closed behind her, vi shoves her against the door and they're kissing against it, then vi's ducking her head to kiss along rebecca's neck and rebecca's like "how many people did you evict today" as she angles her head and then viola's finding her lips again and tugging at her lower lip with her teeth "probably not as many landlords as you shortchanged today" and rebecca's laughing and pushing her backwards down the hall as viola tugs at her blouse

em: GOD. viola is probably like

em: ok, disclaimer: fuck all landlords

em: but at least in this fantasy world perhaps viola is 'fairly' 'reasonable' n shes absolutely playing it up for the hate sex angle n rebecca Maybe Assumes shes lying but

em: stupid morons in love

obsetress: yeah

obsetress: i think i've mentioned this before but like

obsetress: now that it's more fleshed out

obsetress: then they're at drinks one night (and when did it go from just sex to drinks? neither of them could tell you) and viola's kinda quiet n moody (n rebecca already knows she Gets Like This sometimes and that she'll usually say whatever she's thinking eventually) and finally she's like

obsetress: "i have... a daughter" and rebecca's just like "tell me about her" like it's the easiest thing in the world

obsetress: and viola's head snaps over and she stares because she was.... not expecting that

obsetress: and so viola does

obsetress: and rebecca's just like "i'd love to meet her one day"

em: soft.....

obsetress: they always turn back to soft

obsetress: like they have a fuckin mind of their own

em: rapidly oscillate between horny and soft

obsetress: that's the mood

em: violas probably like. yknow, rebecca's young and up and cming n she probably assumes rebesticca isnt interested as something as full on as a kid but shes like 'do you have any photos'

obsetress: fuck!!!!!!!!!

em: rebeccas like do u think i didnt. see the photos at ur apartment lmao

em: theres a childs drawing on the fridge

obsetress: rebecca has known almost from the jump but was

obsetress: giving viola her time

obsetress: also smth smth giving her time instead of time wearing her away etc etc we're all in hell

em: cracks knuckles

em: bestie....

obsetress: pls

obsetress: it's what i deserve

obsetress: first tho

obsetress: consider

obsetress: the way viola's face lights up when she's talking about isabel and showing rebecca all the pictures

obsetress: hold pls

em: soft......

obsetress: this one chief

obsetress: right here

#the dani jamie viola rebecca exes au #i have some old ones i wanna get through so bad just for the joy of #jamie: actually viola i DONT think cocaine is vega #vegan i meant vegan #but tumblr user obsetress mentioned the break up so! so. a recent convo

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thxngam · 3 years

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thank you @thumbllebee!

1. why did you choose your url?

it means gold in tamil and is something my mother calls me often. it’s sweet and it has personal significance so i figured i wouldnt outgrow it or something if i changed fandoms/hyperfixations. also its cute! i wanted just plain ol’ thangam but that was taken so i just put an x in there lol

2. any sideblogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.

nope! i suppose i should for like ~organization~ but no my followers are just gonna have to deal with me possibly taking a hard left into a different fandom

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

idk? i had one when i was like 13 and i deleted it bc i never did hw bc i was always on tumblr. and then i got it again like a year ago? maybe longer? idk

4. do you have a queue tag?

i think so but i don’t use it very much lol

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

i wanted to talk to people? i mean mostly its because there are a lot of gifsets and other content relating to fandoms i liked so i was into that and then people started sending me asks and i randomly reached out to people i liked on here (i have no filter on tumblr when it comes to starting conversation. i am very awkward irl but online my inhibitions are gone.) and suddenly i like. had friends. which was very weird bc this has never happened to me before but i love it!

6. why did you choose ur icon/pfp?

it’s me! the picrew i got tagged in was adorable (sorry i forgot who did but whoever it was thank you!) and i liked it so much that i made it my pfp!

7. why did you choose your header?

i liked the colors? i changed the whole theme of my blog to oranges and yellows to match the pfp and the header was with pretty colors and matched the rest of my blog. so.

8. how many mutuals do you have?

idk actually? but i love all of you sm.

9. how many followers do you have?

125. but im sure some of them are p*rn bots and some of them are from when i was really into the mcu so. tww followers are probably less but i will say i am more vocal in tww than i was with the mcu.

10. how many people do you follow?

194! im not actually sure i care about all 194 people but i might? idk i know some of these are remanents of stuff i dont really interact with anymore

11. have you ever made a shitpost?

nope! but i love reblogging them!

12. how often do u use tumblr each day?

uh depends. when i was in the middle of school, not actually that often but now im so burnt out that i can’t really bring myself to do anything so its more often than i should. also i like talking to people so the temptation is high.

13. did you ever fight/argument with another blog? who won?

no i don’t think so! i mean. ive gotten weird anons and annoying commenters on ao3 but i don’t think ive ever straight up gotten in a fight.

14. how do you feel about the “you need to reblog these” posts?

i do not like them at all. and then there are all these other people like ‘hey this actually happened to me!’ and im always like no. it did not happen bc of this post. the universe was smiling upon you but that picture of a goat you reblogged from a deactivated account did not help. they just cause stress and anxiety and i just--ugh. nope.

15. do you like tag games?

yes! see this tag game for example lol.

16. do you like ask games?

yes!! i love asks. they really bond fandoms too, so its not just people throwing their content into the void. asks allow people to get new ideas and get other creator’s thoughts and create relationships and i just. asks are so fun. ask games doubly so.

17. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

idk? im not sure i know anyone? i think within subcategories of a specific fandom there are acknowledged ‘this person is amazing at this kinda fic/ship/trope’ but overall idk? (@claudiasjeancregg you are the queen of cj/toby and @jessbakescakes and @hufflepuffhermione you are both so damn good at josh/donna. @cauldronoflove you’re amazing at samjosh. i know without a doubt i am missing people and ships i care about but seriously. so good.)

18. do u have a crush on a mutual?

nope on account of never having met any of you irl but i love you all (platonically) anyway!

tagging @claudiasjeancregg, @cauldronoflove, @welcometo-yourworld, @hufflepuffhermione, and @jessbakescakes!

#tag games #this was fun!

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hi!! i was wondering if you have fic recommendations where reader and bts (any member) are enemies that always banter but then one of them goes tOO FAR and hurts the other's feelings. then whoever gets hurt starts to ignore them and the other getS all hurt and realizes they have feelings... it's oddly specific but i live for these fics 😭 thank you!! 🥺

Anonymous said to hellreads: hiii can you please recommend me some tokyo ghoul jungkook au????🥺💗

Anonymous said to hellreads: Hello!! Do you know any angst ffs where a bts member breaks up with y/n for another girl? I’ve been wanting to read something angsty for a while but can’t find any... please help. Any member is fine.

Ask #1: I don’t think I’ve read anything like that, so I can’t recommend any story for you, sorry.

Ask #2: I’ve seen a few around here but since I haven’t read them I don’t have anything for you, sorry.

Ask #3: My memory is shitty rn and I’m trying to recall whether or not I’ve read anything where a member breaks up with y/n but I really can’t remember any, the closest fic that comes to mind tho is My Cheating Amnesic Fiance by wrienne on ao3 but JK and Reader aren’t really lovers from the start, it was an arranged marriage au and JK decided to get a gf and things got complicated.

anyways, if any of you reading this have recommendations for our dear anons please send them over, let’s help each other find good reads! | 🍒

+ recs under the cut.

U P D A T E

Ask #1:

Ask #2:

Ask #3: A lot of these recommendations have themes of cheating or is a cheating fic through and through. (I’m still thinking of my own reads and most of them are reader leaving member or arranged marriages where member is in love with someone else)

❥ Come Home to Me Darling by @roses-ruby ➴ Married/Cheating!AU | Jimin x Reader | Two-Shot ➴ Jimin cheats and you try to make him stay. But whatever you do, it’s never enough.

❥ Sandcastles by @solastia ➴ Open Relationship!AU | Namjoon x Reader | Series ➴ //

❥ Can’t Keep Lying by @1rosex ➴ Seokjin x Reader | Series ➴ Jin’s been distant lately. Maybe it’s the work flow, maybe it’s something you said. Or maybe, maybe it’s just the girl at work.

❥ Cheater by @personasintro ➴ Cheating!AU | Taehyung x Reader | Oneshot ➴ Ten proofs you got to find out the truth but you were too blind in love to see

❥ Insecurity by @jiminelli ➴ Lovers!AU | Jungkook x Reader | Series ➴ Scenario: I wanted a jk scenario where he is on we got married or something similar to the show where his ideal girl is paired with him so his gf who’s not necessarily his type Start to wonder if he will lose feelings for her so she and him end up getting in a fight that pretty bad );

#answered #tete-a-tete #anon #recs from the box #recs from hell #rftb:knj #rfh:knj #rftb:ksj #rfh:ksj #rftb:pjm #rfh:pjm #rftb:kth #rfh:kth #rftb:jjk #rfh:jjk

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bisluthq · 3 years

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Hi Nat!! In honor of pride month, I just wanted to let you know this. I’ve been following this blog for the past 8 months now and in doing so I’ve learnt quite a few things. Some slightly weird (y’all really push the limits on this one lmao), some insightful (hello GrammyGate and celeb discourse) but most importantly, I’ve learnt a lot about sexuality/fluidity in general, even though I thought I understood/knew what there was to know about it in the past.

Enter the pandemic + me taking a year off studies + tiktok (it’s embarrassing how much self reflection stemmed from this) + the discovery of ‘bisluthq’ and it was a real wake up call.

I thought I was straight due to the completeness of everyday life, crushes on guys, and being with guys in general but alongside all of that I’ve also always felt this inexplainable attraction to women. I’d notice/pay attention to them in more detail?? compared to men as well as feel this sense of awe and wonder whenever a woman was too beautiful to comprehend (which rarely occurred with men). I’d also always notice their physical appearance, mainly the tutors, from a pretty young age and I’d tell myself I was just appreciating the way they looked (wow she’s so pretty/beautiful/perfect).

As I got older, I realised that sometimes certain people (Natalie dormer rail me challenge) and certain situations ended up doing more than just leave me in awe, but rather turned me on. A lot. And I was so confused, so much so that I refused to even think about it or acknowledge it. Like I’d watch a movie/see this pretty girl talk to me/watch literal wlw porn, get turned on in multiple ways and be like, ‘well that was fun, how interesting’ and still consider myself straight if someone asked what my sexuality was.

This blog (and several others) helped me understand and learn about a lot of things. I started to understand and pick apart how I felt and whom I felt it for, I learnt about the Kinsey scale, I learnt about fluidity, I learnt about the non binary spectrum and so many more things and eventually came to the conclusion that I was, in the simplest of terms, queer.

In terms of ‘labelling’, I’d come across TONS (literal tons) of discourse over the bi/pan labels and how inclusive each is allegedly is and ended up deciding on bisexual because I liked the flag colours better the pansexual one (apparently that’s a thing, so I’m doing it) and ever since I did, I felt like I was free-er?? (Despite not telling anyone, lmao.) But each like, comment, reblog, repost, retweet I made regarding my sexuality made me feel so much lighter, and very true to myself in the midst of everything going on rn and I’m fairly certain I couldn’t have come to this conclusion in the same educated/informed way as I did if it hadn’t been for this blog and the incredibly safe space you’ve created here, and for that I wanted to say thank you from the bottom of my heart.

I’m sure I’m not the only one who feels like you and the space that comes with this blog is a safe escape to learn, chill and/or clown your ass off but I do want to express my gratitude. I hope this ask finds you well and I most certainly hope your future-vaccinated self finds a bombass girl to be the Joe alwyn to your Taylor swift or whoever you want them to be. I hope that you’re safe and healthy and stable. I hope that this blog will continue to be a safe space for whoever needs one. I’m well aware that I may not have had the most difficult, confusing or terrifying journey but this blog provided an outlet that was safe, therapeutic and educational for me and I can only hope others can find it just as or if not more helpful.

I’m low-key in my feels I guess as i suppose this is my first pride month where I don’t just wish people good happy healthy safe vibes as an just ally anymore because I’m more than that now. And I felt like you should know because now there’s another player on the team lmao. Anyway, thanks for existing and Happy Pride Month, y’all!

This is SO fucking nice. I really have sat on this message for a little bit because I like... enjoy rereading it. A lot. And as much as this blog is mostly just for dumb entertainment purposes and like jokes and clownery, this is at the core of what I am trying to achieve. I'm hoping people - however many, whether just you and Roommate Anon or like a couple others - feel less alone, less confused, and more normal from reading us here.

Because we're not alone, and that's what Pride's for. And we are normal, and that's what Pride's for. And we do generally tend to be confused but eh, that's what the rest of us are for, so we can figure it out together.

I'm really happy for you babe, and am wishing you even more happiness and lightness in the future.

Sending so much love, and Happy Pride to you (too).

#pride month at bisluthq #anons for bisluthq

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but yeah, “oops! we can’t do anything more than what we’ve done, so people who criticize how we’ve handled minors in the server are just being unfair!” well, nobody asked, but - They don’t have to have an official discord in the first place. Many podcasts don’t. - They don’t have to let minors sign up for their Patreon. 18+ Patreons are a thing. They would have to lose some of that sweet patreon income, though. - They could specifically mention that there are minors in the server in their rules, and say out loud, anywhere, even once, that it’s not appropriate to be sexually explicit around them. - They could actually enforce the “this is a PG-13 server/no NSFW” thing. I don’t know a ton of PG-13 movies that talk about c*m and cucking and p*rn but in fairness, I’m not in the industry like they are. - They could make an opt-in major/minor role thing, so people who don’t want to be talking directly to kids about this stuff would at least have a fighting chance of knowing when they were in a conversation with one. - They could give “MOMS” (as Freddie put it in the relevant conversation) who e-mail the podcast about whether it’s appropriate for their kids an actual answer, instead of sending them some boilerplate he came up with in five minutes by running it past whoever was handy in the discord. (before mocking them behind their backs for having the audacity to contact him and ask instead of listening to the entire thing themselves) - They could set up a mod team that’s adequate to notice and shut it down when people start talking about the sons or other minors sexually. - They as a cast could set the tone by… well damn, this list got long. I’ll put it under a cut, so people who don’t want to read fucked-up nonconsensual and underage shit can give it a pass. And yeah, I can receipt every single one of these things, but the people who aren’t interested in taking this seriously won’t be convinced either way, and it’s a lot of effort to redact screencaps and provide image descriptions.

They could get out of the habit of talking about stuff like whether or not Paeden will ever nut on the podcast or how Glenn would check out Nick’s porn history because it was probably “curated” for him.

Beth could skip out on saying things about how Bella and Dr Cullen have mad sexual tension, or how Ron’s not into ageplay but she is. (And hey, it’s not about underage stuff, but it would also be neat if Anthony could have “and if you and Ron fucked, I’d watch and masturbate” as an inside his head thought.) Anthony, meanwhile, could not say stuff like “I ship the Mayor and Faith,” given that Faith is a teenager at the time and the Mayor is explicitly her father figure. Anthony could drop the whole thing about how he loves it when people call him “daddy.” (Yeah, Anthony, we’re all pretty clear on your kinks at this point. Wish we weren’t. Sorry that you had to back off of making Darryl a literal cuck because you were attempting to look like a good feminist, and yeah, anybody who google image searches the name “Darnell” and sees the hits is pretty clear on which particular racist iteration of that “problematic” fetish he had in mind. It’s literally a name they use to test implicit racist bias in psych research.) If Anthony absolutely can’t stand that Dot, a literal baby, is getting more attention than him then at minimum he could find some other way to express than than calling her “fuck-ugly.”

Anthony could stop threatening to fuck user’s mothers if they disagree with him or inviting them to eat his ass. Particularly given that, like we’ve gone over, there’s no way to know whether he’s saying that to a thirteen year old. He could not call people “eight year old perverts” like that’s an actual thing.

Matt could stop joking about how Darryl studies Grant’s p*rn history to do “research” on being gay, or how Darryl cleans Grant’s bathroom all the time to prevent him from masturbating.

Anthony could roll up to the live listens with something other than “ah, just in time for my cucksmanship.” The community manager of the “PG-13, no NSFW” server could respond to that with something besides a big-eyed blushing face emoji.

The whole cast could stop jumping on every potential innuendo and double entendre that goes past regardless of whether the subject is a kid. (And speaking of the double entendre thing, do they realize they did the “Darryl becomes a barbarian when he comes…” “AHAHA CUMS” joke two episode intros in a row? Doesn’t it hurt when they crack their skulls together like Looney Tunes characters all diving for the lowest-hanging fruit at the same time? Is there a coconut sound effect that Freddie has to edit out in post?) In stuff like the first full ep of the Lord of Chaos arc, where Matt tries repeatedly to get the dads their clothes back so that they can stop being fully dicks out around a little crying girl and two middle-school boys, Anthony could use that much-vaunted “yes, and” to let them get dressed instead of shutting him down on four separate occasions. Count em! [Jean-Baptiste Emmanuel Zorg voice: not one, not two, not three, but FOUR!] Anthony could not go into detail about how if Yeet’s skateboard was biological, it would mean that he really enjoys the sensation of rolling and grinding very much [italics and line breaks from the original] You know, like how you talk about a child?

If Freddie isn’t clear on how pegging works, he could google it instead of asking the all-ages live listen to explain it to him.

Will could not make jokes about how if he catches his child with bootlegged porn, he’ll make them finish it all. They could not use “consent” and “non-consensually” as joke terms all the time in and out of the show, or diminish the impact of words like that by applying them to stuff like punching each other or drawing from the deck of many things. It’s like they figured out how to stop using “r*pe” as a word in r*pe jokes but figured out a loophole.

#reblogging is fine #but i ain't here for rebutting apologists #i know what the fuck i'm about and i'm sick of holding back

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CH 116 thoughts / discussion

mkah spoiler / discussion and no cut.

I’m going back to thinking about the 115 post (reblogged directly below this one or in the obiyuki content page on my blog) I did and how that bottle is just like the one Touka Bergatt told his brothers “wont work on him”. So now we know that this bottle of perfume (and is perfume, not poison as I had previously thought) that is basically hypnotic pheromone juice. Touka apparently cannot be influenced by it. Was that what was used to lure in and kill Touka’s father? I think so.

Remember in the early days (ch. 28) when Mitsuhide smelled that smashed potion and went nuts over Zen for a chapter?

While it may not be the same potion, it does have similar hypnotic properties. This potion is described by Garack as being associated to what we are thinking of at the time, or more particularly, producing a strong reaction to a deeply held loyalty (a type of love). Mitsuhide is worried about Zen, who he already has a strong relationship with. This potion seems to have enhanced feelings that were already there.

That was the same instance that was used as the final test for Shirayuki’s court herbalist apprenticeship, which she passed. I think that counts as a strong memory that may influence this arc as well if she and Ryuu recall the test in their brainstorming and investigation.

We did not get a name for the plant, and it is simply referred to as the blue flower drug. While I’m not supposing Sorata was planting an easter egg so early, I do think she may be using a similar premise of hypnotic (at the very least).

Back to 116....

You can see in this depiction of Yozumi that his eyes are blank. We get confirmation that he was hypnotized, but I think we should remember this look for future encounters as it provides insight to the effect the perfume has.

After she hits him to get him away, he looks shaken. Shirayuki sees how strongly his emotion is affected by this. Yozumi is tearing up with obvious pain in his eyes. What happened to his lover? He asks repeatedly for Shirayuki to leave, facing away from her, clearly fighting the hypnotic temptation. Look at his face in the next image. Why is he so distraught? What about his lover and the perfume are so upsetting? This might also provide some insight on why he’s so protective of the perfume bottle. Is it all he has left of his lover? Did she die? Missing? Was he betrayed?

“I took it with me in secret.”

Did he steal the perfume from her?

Yozumi -- who will not name his lover but we can almost definitely infer is Mm. Liera or in some way connected to her -- reacts to some of the perfume that Shirayuki placed on her collar. This means that the perfume is not the same as the potion described in ch 28, so is it the same plant in a different formulation? Or is it a different plant that also has hypnotic effects?

(as a side note, I wonder how effective washing out the perfume is? Washing off of your skin, sure, fool proof that eventually the substance will be gone. But with fabric? It might be much more difficult to clean. Maybe Shirayuki is using the pepper Ryuu gave her to wash her collar? If there is somehow leftover potion on her clothes, will some unsuspecting gentleman get a whiff of trace potion and be swayed to make a move? I would like to see shirayuki in proximity to obi for this hypothetical... this whole paragraph seems silly now that I’m editing but I’m leaving it).

“When I was beside him, he seemed like he was in pain.”

Emotional pain? Physical pain?

Yozumi seems to have been ‘addicted’ to his lover by means of this perfume, and describes withdrawal symptoms when he was separated from her for more than a few days.

Withdrawal -- physical withdrawal -- is serious and a sign that the body has become accustomed to a stimulus, that being in contact with the stimulus is the bodies new normal.

However..... I’m not sure how closely we are supposed to compare that to withdrawal in the real world. I (used to) work in healthcare and still think like a nurse... I can’t help but apply that line of thought when Shirayuki is also a health care professional. Court Herbalist seems to cover sides of modern nursing and modern pharmacy. I think it’s more likely that the perfume is a vehicle for manipulation -- a lure for an assassin to exploit -- rather than so severely addictive that it incapacitates someone.

That being said, Yozumi is still addicted to the smell of the perfume. Addiction psyche will often have you rationalize and seek out the source of your addiction, even if you know it’s the wrong thing to do. Will he try to seek his lover out? Is she alive? Is she a villain!? All I’m sure of is that she is associated with the Bergatt scheme (re same bottle, etc), and is part of the untrustworthy faction in the North that will try to reclaim Wilant and its territories.

Can Yozumi be trusted out and about? Lol no. Probably not. Who does he kinda look like? Obi bb..... Spy time? Will the knights ball be a masquerade?! WILL OBI AND SHIRAYUKI GO TOGETHER WEARING MASKS?! ahem I hope so. With close proximity dance & perfume. I hope we get some Obi x Shirayuki confronting the tension between them. Maybe the perfume / knights ball will be the catalyst?

Then. Yozumi is contacted by someone he has never met and invited to meet, and this woman has the same scent. This woman is connected to the original lover, and whoever supplies the ‘perfume.’ Probably the Bergatts and their loyalists. This encounter with the perfume alerted Yozumi that he should be suspicious of the lover and the scent, which catches us up to the present and why he has come to see court herbalists.

So this perfume ... basically makes people horny .....there’s going to be a ton of temptation shit going on and I am so here for it.

this post is already so long ...... my arthritis is so bad rn but I’m so pumped about the chapter I’m popping 800 mg ibuprofen and trucking on thank you so much for reading up to this point

So ... the identity of the lover. We know she is high born, and is the daughter of a Viscount. We can assume she’s from the North. There seems to be a network of women working with and / under Mm. Liera to tempt and manipulate chosen parties (Yozumi, Touka’s Father, etc).

Shirayuki and Ryuu plan to send their observations to the pharmacists of Lyrias, with “people they can trust.” Eisetsu became a little more suspicious to me in this chapter. His reaction to people we can trust was odd when you reflect on it, especially after he OBVIOUSLY LIES ABOUT KNOWING MM LIERA at the end of the chapter. Obi can tell that Eisetsu is hiding something.

Bullet points from here on out because handswristselbowsandshoulders are literally on fire haha arthritis !!!!!

Other thoughts:

I wonder what Mitsuhide and Kiki were talking about on their walk in the woods? How curious. Maybe they are discussing the state of the North and theorizing similar to how we are? IS THIS META SORATA (p not)

I love the interaction between Ryuu and Shirayuki when she has finished washing off the perfume and she thanks Ryuu for coming with her and Obi ... happy family ... peers who trust ... coworker you can rely on .. ♡(｡- ω -)

lol Eisetsu “vetoed” but I mean he seemed to get a clue after Yozumi mentioned her being from a Viscount family.

Another suspicious Eisetsu moment ... Does he know who Yozumi Iriz is? Apparently so.

I might be totally off base in suspecting Eisetsu. Maybe he’s one of the good guys. It’s too early to just explicitly trust, especially in a part of the country that is known to be hostile to ProWistalFamily. I am pretty back and forth about if I trust him, though. I want to. I think he’s funny and that he seems genuinely good. But idk. My hackles are raised.

It brought me SUCH JOY that Obi came back after the rains, with the flowers blooming. (((o(*°▽°*)o)))

Wasn’t that little agreement clap between Shirayuki and Eisetsu much like the high five that Obi and Shirayuki do? Maybe Yuki did that to put herself at ease, almost like she too is trying to trust Eisetsu.

d r a m a ? ? ! !

People are covering for Mm. Liera and her crew. They are associated and probably working closely with the Bergatt loyalists. What will be next?

We will hear more about the upcoming Knight’s Ball

More research conducted on effect of perfume and its properties

Will it be related to the blue plant from ch 28?

Will a spy be sent to Lyrias to intercept research on the perfume? This is more of my Hackles Incorporated TM business mentioned before re Eisetsu and if he can be trusted.

BACK TO WAITING!

<3 beebs <3

#ans ch 116 #ans spoilers #snow white with the red hair #obiyuki #obi x shirayuki #ans #akagami no shirayukihime #obyuki

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