#As with all my other ones so far: He does have a cutie mark i just don't wanna design it

[loki-ioki]

Larry horse is real. Known as Standard Laurel

[jisungchan]

hot to go! | c.sn

or, when you meet one of your customers as a camgirl.

pairing/au: san and camgirl! fem reader, nonidol! au general content/summary: you meet (and fuck) one of your clients, emotions kinda talked about, hinting at wanting more, idk what else lmk, NO race specific descriptors (skin colour, hair texture, etc.), NO body type specific descriptors (size of reader body parts, BUT reader is alluded to being smaller than san i think, weight, etc.) genre: smut, fluff at the end

⚔︎ sexual content warnings (explicit): spitting scene (idk why these show up in all my fics...), bigdick!san agenda (always and forever), stomach bulge, raw sex (do NAWT do this), he does NAWT pull out (pls practise safe sex), f! and m! oral receiving, 3 diff positions because why not, three reader orgasms, marking and biting, a singular ass slap, soft dom!san, kinda sub!reader, a clit nibbling and pinching (i have no words), pet names (baby, sweet girl, angel, etc), a cutie lil aftercare moment, lmk if i forgot anything :D 

~6.1k word count nets: @mirohs-aurora-society and @illusionnet

a/n: thank u to the lovely folks over at @mirohs-aurora-society for helping me finish writing this !

do you ever think about how your life could be ruined in an instant? 

sure, the money and lack of a 9-5 job was glorious, but what would happen if people found out exactly why and how you were able to live like this? the lie you told your friends was that you worked as a copywriter. it was boring enough so there were no further questions asked, but also legitimate enough as to why you never go into an office. the truth is, you did work with technology, well, sort of. if you consider being an anonymous cam girl as working with technology, then, yes! you are still pursuing the traditional route, going to university to get your bachelor’s in some stupidly worthless major. your friends worked as waiters, baristas, uber drivers, and any other typical college job. you wanted an easy way to make money in the comfort of your own home, was that too much to ask for?

so, during one of the many nights you spent thrashing in bed, contemplating your life, you remember a remark one of your friends made to you years ago.

“why don’t you just become a pornstar?”

at the time, you laughed it off. there was no way you were comfortable putting everything out there for another stranger’s enjoyment like that. but, one lonely night, you decided to give it a try.

what’s the worst that could happen?

putting on the prettiest lingerie you owned, which happened to be a simple matching baby blue mesh set (what’s the need for lingerie when you barely have time for yourself?). you found a somewhat reputable website you stumbled across, and quickly signed up for an account. you put no thought into the username, simply opting for “blossomiebaby”, as you weren’t expecting this to last very long. you set up your phone on a tripod, one which you cannot remember why you bought, and started the stream.

at first, you were very awkward. if the 3 viewers could see your face, they would say you looked like a deer in headlights. you kneeled on your bed, whole body in view with the camera cutting off half way up your neck, keeping your face safely out of frame. 

the few viewers so far were giving you many compliments and also advice on what to do, how to pose your body, and other tips on helping you help them. after a few minutes, you grew more comfortable and started to move fluidly on your own, twisting and pushing your body to various positions that caused you to hear the donations pour in. you didn’t even undress, or do anything explicit, and somehow your first show did well. 

the next stream you did, you had a little extra preparation for. thanks for the generous donors in your first stream, you bought a new, actual lingerie set, a dildo, and some lube. the sex toy and lube sat out of view on your nightstand, you weren’t sure if you were ready to use it or not, so you thought it was best to leave that decision up to yourself. you slipped on yet another set, this time soft baby powder pink ruffled bloomers and a matching cropped dainty tank top, they both adorned bows in the centre and poofed out on your body beautifully. you felt a lot more comfortable this time around, expertly setting the camera up the way you like and laying on the bed. you laid on your stomach, rear tutted up and frilly lace covered feet swinging in the back as you teased your growing audience with a closeup of the lower half of your face. this time, your viewer count was growing by the dozens; it was near 100 when you climbed away from the camera, kneeling on the bed. your soft plush thighs splayed out as you sat on your knees, your thigh high socks stretching with the new position.

you toyed with the hem of your top, pulling it down to create a v-shape, exposing more of your collarbone and a bit of cleavage. you leaned forward again to give your viewers a close up, still hearing the steady flow of donation chimes coming through. this time, your head dipped to the bottom corner of the video as you displayed your deeply arched back and wiggling rear to the camera. 

that night, you hadn’t pulled out any toys, and even now that it has been about a year since you have started, you still haven’t shown much more. sure, you have gotten more generous with being a bit more revealing, but your private parts stayed private. what you do on stream those few days a week is seductively pose and fondle your body for your audience. however, you have upgraded to speaking to them now. you found adding the element of your voice has upped both your viewership and income. and some nights where you’re feeling extra nice, and needy, you tease yourself a bit through your bottoms, for both your relief as well as your audience. staring at yourself posing lewdly for hours sometimes makes you turn yourself on.  

another night, another stream. 

tonight’s outfit is something a bit spooky, it is the beginning of halloween month! tonight, you put on a sexy nurse costume. definitely basic, but also a crowd pleaser. the thin, tight white dress hugs your body perfectly, the red collar and details pop out against your skin tone. you also put on a pair of white lace thigh high socks, now a sort of staple of yours. you turn to set the camera up just the way you like it, hoping for another good night of work.

however, just before you start the stream, you notice a message from someone,

themountain: trick or treat? 

you giggle at the stupid line, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t curious as to where this was going. 

blossomiebaby: hmmm, treat? 

themountain: *$500 donation*

themountain: and if you want, i can still show you some tricks later ;) 

your jaw drops at the huge donation this ‘themountain’ user just sent through. the username seems vaguely familiar, but you don’t remember anything outstanding or specific about him. 

blossomiebaby: thank you mr. mountain man :) 

blossomiebaby: do you stream?

themountain: nah, but for you i’d do a private stream

and maybe it was the fact this man just dropped $500 on you, or maybe the fact that he seems so charming from the few texts, or maybe it was the fact you’re ovulating– but either way, you knew you had to take him up on his offer. 

blossomiebaby: are you comfortable with a two way stream?

blossomiebaby: wanna show my appreciation 

themountain: anything for you, baby

as you go on your laptop to invite him to the private stream, you feel insane. sure, you’ve had private streams for small groups of your highest paying customers, but nothing like this. with the two way stream, you would basically be on facetime with him. 

ding!

no turning back now.

the mysterious mountain user enters the stream, and you see the lower half of the screen flicker from black to a man’s broad chest and square shoulders. 

he sits in a very fitted black short sleeve compression shirt, it shows off his triangular stature as he waist disappears under the dim lighting. you can see a peak of what you presume to be grey sweatpants, typical manwhore outfit. 

you are sitting on your bed, knees bent as you press the heels of your feet into the mattress. you’re also at an angle against the camera, making your legs appear longer as you lean back on your hands set behind you. 

“awww, did i pull you away from streaming tonight?” the stranger lifts the camera up a bit, and you watch a dimple appear as he smiles while speaking. you unknowingly press your thighs together a bit to suppress the desire starting to flow through your body down to your core. 

you simply nod, too afraid to speak as your brain is slowly turning to mush. 

“i would say i’m sorry, but i’m happy to have you all to myself tonight.” he chuckles, those same dimples marking his face as he smiles. 

you giggle back at his comment, “so, what tricks do you have up your sleeve?” 

“hmm, well, it can be whatever you want. you seem a little nervous, so we can just talk.” this time when he smiles, there’s no playfulness behind it, it seems full of sincerity. 

you shake your head, but he tuts and starts making simple conversation. eventually, you move to a more comfortable position, sitting with your legs crossed in front of you as you drift off into conversation with him. 

it’s only when you get a notification that your laptop is about to die when you see the time, you had been chatting, nonsexually, with this strange man for over two hours. 

“i think i’ve kept you long enough, but i hope you enjoyed our conversation, it was nice getting to know you, blossom.” he says, his hands go upward to the mouse on his desk.

and you know it is definitely not the smartest move, but you can’t even think before you blurt out,

“can i give you my number?” 

a few weeks have passed, and you still do your streams. as it gets closer to finals season, you slow down a bit, wanting to focus on your academics and prioritising that over your income currently. however, the main thing that has now changed in your life is a constant you never thought would happen.

san

after he quadruple checked you were truly okay with giving him your number, he decided to give you his instead, in case you changed your mind. he said he wanted you to feel as comfortable and safe as possible, so he gave you the power to reach out to him instead. which you did, the next day. and ever since, you both have been texting and calling nonstop. and this is how you came to know more about the man behind themountain user, san. he also sent you a few photos of him, and wow, he is a gorgeous man. 

people always refer to women as beautiful and pretty, but san is the prettiest man you have ever seen. of course, his body is also mesmerising, but his face alone makes you think impure thoughts and pumps arousal through your veins. 

after a few weeks of texting, you still wanted more. but you were nervous, and you also didn’t know quite what you wanted from him. did you want to ask him on a date? he is local, but you also felt weird about asking him on a date, especially because of how you met. did you just want to meet up and hang out? but then, maybe he would get the wrong impression if you invited him to your place. i mean, it wouldn’t necessarily be the wrong impression, as you did spend many nights under your sheets thinking of him, but you thought that would be too forward, 

hey, wanna come over mine and fuck?

yeah, you definitely can’t say that. 

luckily, san was able to be on the same page as you. one night while you were studying, you got a text. you told him how you’ve been busy preparing for finals, and he respected you taking some time away from the internet. 

san: have you eaten?

y/n: no, been too busy studying :( 

san: that’s no good angel :( 

you smiled, as you read his texts, he was always so sweet to you and caring. it seemed like he cared about you more than just the nature of your job. it seemed like he saw you as a person, not just a body for his own pleasure. 

san: what do you want to eat? 

y/n: hmmm, i’ve been craving some sushi. maybe i’ll get some after i’m done.

you looked away at the time, it was starting to near 11:00pm, and you knew most places would be closing soon. in your mind, you already started thinking of what you could put together in your kitchen. 

san: that won’t do, how about i send some food to yours?

and if you thought san had made your heart skip a beat before, this time he truly did. you froze in place, staring at the message in the corner of your laptop until it swiped itself away. you open up the message thread and stare a bit more. 

san: i’m sorry, i can just send you some money to order it yourself, does that sound better sweetie?

it warmed your heart to think that he thought he crossed a line, but in your mind, it was quite the opposite. you looked over at your planner, you had finished everything due for the next few days, so you had a bit of time to spare. 

y/n: why don’t you just pick something up for us? i could use some company to distract me from school.

after hovering over the send button for a moment, you finally pressed down on it. you took another look at your message sent and shut your phone off, throwing it to the other side of the couch as you curled up and screamed. 

for someone who made a living off of seducing men, you sure didn’t have a lot of in person experience of dating and romance. 

and even though you threw your phone so you could escape his reply back, your laptop was still open, so you heard the ding! when he replied back 

san: just ordered it, send me your address so i can ease that pretty little head of yours 

another scream leaves your throat as you quickly send him your address before you can even think to change your mind. you stand up and shut the laptop, looking around your place. noticing the state of your home, you start manically cleaning up and trying to make things look as nice as possible. you didn’t know exactly where he lived, so you had to hurry in case he would be there soon. 

you ran to your room and did the same, throwing dirty clothes in the hamper and pushing it into your closet. you took a look at yourself in the mirror, the days of reading and being locked inside your place was evident on your face and body. you decided to take a quick shower, something you had been neglecting in favour of studying. after your place was straightened out and you threw on some more presentable clothing, which just happened to be an oversized tee and some soft shorts. even though san had likely seen a lot more of your body on camera, the thought of him seeing it in person sent shivers down your spine. 

and just as you sat back down with the recollection that he has never seen your face, you hear a 

ring!

shaken out of your thoughts, you shakily get up to walk toward the front door. you pause as your hand hovers over the door knob. once you open it, there’s no turning back. you open that door, and your identity is revealed, you’ll be letting a stranger come into your home which you have crafted to your safe space. after a few moments, you slowly unlock your door and turn it open. what if you’re getting catfished? what if this wasn’t some nice customer who you have befriended, but a crazed fan who’s going to harm you once you allow him in? it’s too late, the door is already cracked open, and all the person on the other side would have to do is fit their shoe in the opening to enter your place. but, much to your pleasant surprise, the door stays cracked. you can see a peek of the man on the other side, his physique seems similar to the man who you have been chatting with for the past few weeks, and it brings a small smile to your lips. he’s rocking on his feet, maybe he’s nervous too? 

“if you don’t want to let me in, i’ll leave the food here.”

there is a twinge of disappointment in his voice, but it’s mostly full of compassion. and just as you hear him place the bags on the floor and his heavy footsteps, you take a step back to swing your door open. 

“i’m sorry, come in san.” 

he turns back around quickly, just to see you bend down to pick the bag up and smile at him,

“it’s not like i’m going to eat all this food by myself.”

san follows you into your place, removing his shoes and hanging his jacket up. he stands awkwardly at your entrance as you place the bags on your coffee table and sit back on your couch. you turn around and giggle at his nervous state, it somehow puts you at ease to see him just as nervous, if not even more, than you. you motion him to come sit next to you, but he seems a bit frozen in place. 

of course, san knew you had a beautiful body, he would be lying if he thought otherwise. afterall, the way you two ‘met’ was through your body. however, after talking to you for the past few weeks, he has gotten to know you a lot deeper than just the lingerie you drape over your figure. he’s gotten to know more about your personal life, your likes and dislikes, your academic and career goals and endeavours, and everything else in between. he would be lying if he said he hasn’t fallen in love with you over these past few weeks. he genuinely wasn’t expecting it to happen, falling for a camgirl? before he thought that would be equivalent to falling in love with a hooker; it would take a fool to think they would want anything more than his money. but, he cannot stop the prominent beating in his chest as he walks over, seeing your face for the very first time.

seeing the last piece of the puzzle that was missing of you filled his body up with admiration. here you were, letting him in your home, seeing your face, and not in front of a camera. he’s seeing you in a state he never has before, actually covered in baggy clothes, hiding the figure he has only ever seen you flaunt. your face isn’t cut out of frame, but fully in front of his face, all just for him to go over and analyse each one of your gorgeous features. from the way your nose curves perfectly into your face, your eyebrows framing your eyes perfectly, and the small smile on your plump lips as he sits next to you as you open the bags up. 

“thanks for the food, and coming over. i’m sorry if it was a bit sudden.” you nervously say, shying away from his lingering fixation on your face. 

he stutters, “it’s no problem, i’m happy to help.” he smiles back at you, helping you untie the bags to get ready to eat. you reach for the remote as he lays down the food and drinks on the table. flipping through numerous streaming channels to land on the perfect thing to watch. your uneasiness quickly flows away from you, and it’s evident san is feeling the same. he’s no longer as tense sitting next to you, he rolls up his sleeves and relaxes into the cushions, widening his legs to get more comfortable. you can’t help but think how right this all feels. your thoughts no longer compile of anxiety and fear of the man sitting next to you, but instead morph into familiarity and comfort. you put on a random episode of the office and you both start eating the delicious food in front of you.

it’s quiet as you both eat and watch the show, only some small noises of you two enjoying the food leaves your mouths as you chew on the sushi and wash it down with drinks. 

the food is now long gone, and you both have somehow ended up lightly cuddling on the couch, eyes still glued to dwight and michael scott on the television. laughs and dry chuckles escape your lips at the stupid humour as you find yourself nuzzling into san’s chest with his arm draped around you. 

you both are made aware of your current position when netflix shines a notification on the screen,

are you still watching?

you scramble out of his grasp as you reach for the remote. however, in your haste, you drop both the remote and the remnants of your drink all over your shirt. you rush to stand up, droplets dripping from your shirt to your carpet. san stands up and rushes to the kitchen, grabbing some towels and water to clean up the mess on your carpet as you run to your bedroom. you close the door and stand against it, cursing for making a fool of yourself in front of him. you’re feeling flustered as you look down at your shirt, now stained from the drink and throw it off your now sticky body. you head straight to the bathroom, opting to take a quick shower so you don’t feel so gross. 

meanwhile, san has finished up getting the spill off your carpet, and the bit that was wasted on the sofa. he goes to the sink to wash the towels to his best abilities, and his mind starts to wonder what’s taking you so long to change. mindlessly, he follows the droplets to your bedroom door. he knocks, but when he doesn’t hear anything back, he gets a little anxious. you did seem quite upset when you spilled, so he doesn’t think twice when he opens the door to your bedroom after you don’t answer his knocks and calls. 

walking into your bedroom, he notices your shirt thrown on the floor and picks it up to place it in your poorly hidden, overfilled hamper peeking from your closet door. then, he hears a click!, and sees you walk out of the attached bathroom (which he wishes he would have noticed earlier), with your body naked and dripping wet. 

he hurriedly shuts his eyes, puts his arm over them, and turns away, just to be safe (as if shutting his eyes wasn’t enough). you quickly grab your towel off your bed and cover yourself with it. silence envelops the room as he stands there with his back toward you, and you can’t help but let your eyes traverse around the broad expanse of his back, his other arm dangling, sleeve still rolled up with veins running across up and down his forearms. you quickly and quietly dry yourself off and walk over to him, all logic escaping your mind as you nudge him to turn around. 

“i’m sorry, i just wanted to make sure you were oka–”

you cut him off with a gentle kiss on his lips. he just looked so cute standing there, like a deer in the headlights apologising profusely for invading your space. you didn't mind though, if anything, you’re starting to thank your clumsy self for knocking over the stupid drink. 

after san starts to realise what’s happening, his hands move to your waist, lightly groaning when he feels you’re still just in a towel. he presses your body impossibly closer to his, and you feel he strong torso against your chest as you strain your neck to kiss him back, hungrier this time. 

he pulls away from you for a moment, lust clouding his eyes as he stares at your face. instead of the admiration he had earlier, it has now been replaced with need and arousal, something dark takes his features over. but, before he can act out on them, he needs to make sure you’re okay with this. 

“you know, i didn’t come over here for this.” he whispers, his breath hot against your neck as he breathes in your freshly showered scent. 

“i know, which is why i want you.” you tug at his hair so he can look at you, so he can see how serious you are about this, about him. 

he wastes no more time as he gently shoves you to the bed, his body hovers over yours in a now heated makeout session. cleanliness is thrown out the window as you transfer spit from each of your mouths, desperate to feel him. you feel him poke in to explore your mouth, painting it with his tongue in every crevice he can find. one of your hands goes to his chest as the other goes back to his hair, tugging slightly to elicit beautiful groans from his mouth straight to yours. 

you’re starting to feel antsy, and as you’re wiggling around with need, your towels undoes itself. san pulls away again, this time shamelessly fucking you with his hungry eyes. wordlessly, he travels down your body, pressing wet kisses into your neck, chest, stomach, and thighs. you feel his hot breath fan across your growingly wet folds, and he looks at your pussy with such strong intent, you start to feel nervous. you go to shut your legs, but he uses his strong hands to pry them back open. he sticks out his tongue and licks a fat, wet stripe up from your pulsing hole to your throbbing clit. you moan and arch your back at the sensation. it’s been so long since you’ve had any type of real sexual release, and now that you’re getting it with the hottest man between your thighs, it makes your head swirl. 

he hooks an arm around your thigh and presses his hand onto your stomach, forcing you down to keep still as his tongue continues its assault on your leaking cunt. the way he sucks and nibbles on your clit has you seeing stars, and when he takes his other hand to barely poke at your hole, you cry out at the feeling. his thick digit presses in further into your fluttering hole, and you clench down at the initial feeling. having his mouth on you and his finger inside you feels so much better than your own, and even better than the firm silicone you’ve become accustomed to. he keeps his finger thrusting in and out at a steady pace before adding another. he increases his tongue’s pressure on your clit, large hand flexing as he uses his strength to keep your hips down. 

“taste so sweet, baby, wanna taste more.”

and with his delicate words whispered against your core, you come undone with one last suck on your clit and his fingers curling inside you. you throw your head back as he continues licking up all the mess you made from your orgasm, savouring the taste of you on his tongue. 

he sits on his knees before you, and you sit up on your elbows to watch him remove his top, putting his bare body on display for you. his strength was easily detectable even under his clothes, but now that he’s taken them off, you don’t think you can ever unsee him in this state.

he throws his shirt off, and his broad chest is rapidly rising and falling with his heavy breathing. a thin sheen of sweat glistens over his body, small droplets getting caught in the ridges of his muscles and expanding with his breathing. you follow a droplet down to his v-line, where the rest of him, the part you really want of him, stays barely hidden under his pants. you mindlessly go to reach for his bulge, already so prevalent, and you just know it’s bigger than any toy you’ve taken. your hand lands on his throbbing erection, and you feel it jump at your touch. san lets out a sigh or relief as his hips subconsciously buck harder into your palm. you go to undo his pants, anxious to see the rest of him. after hastily getting them off him, you see head on his cock slap up against his abs. it’s leaking precum, and its head is red with need. while he isn’t the girthiest, he is long. you sit up to trace your tongue along the veins that travel his shaft, ending up circling his tip with your tongue before you dive in to get a taste of his salty precum pooling at his slit. you wanted nothing more than to at least try to take all of him, but san has other ideas. 

“you’ve done enough for me, pretty, lay back.” 

you pout, still wanting to taste more of him as you push your head further down his cock. he hisses before pulling you back by the hair and shoving you down on the bed. 

“next time, but i need to feel you right now, baby.” he whispers into your ear. he’s on his elbow above you, your legs naturally split open to welcome his hips closer to yours. you feel as he prods his tip at your entrance, then he takes his fingers in a v motion to open you up prettily to him. he rubs the shaft of his hard-on between your folds, lubricating himself with your dripping arousal. you whine and reach a hand down, moving him back down to your waiting hole. he sits back up, understanding your silent pleas as he slowly starts to dive into you, inch by agonising inch. you flutter around him, not being used to being stretched out like this, and you witness as he throws his head back with a moan of his own. 

“fuck, no wonder you never showed this pretty little pussy of yours. so-so perfect.” san draws out, shallowly thrusting until he gets the okay from you. 

he looks back down to where you two are connected, and he swears he has never seen something as beautiful as his cock in you, how when he draws out a ring of arousal pushes up near his base. he puckers his lips as he lets a fat string of saliva fall from his lips, right onto your clit, falling as he pushes back in. you can only moan and claw at his muscular biceps, nodding your head fervently so he can start fucking you how you want, how you need him to.

“mm-mm princess. use your words like you do on cam, baby.”

and once san hears your small

“please”

there’s no more hope for him.

he grips your hips, thumbs pressing bruises into your pelvic bone as he wastes no time quickening his pace. his body is back on top of yours, and you feel the added stretch of your legs bending to accommodate him. the mixture of his precum, your arousal, and his spit, mixes together to make the loudest and nastiest noises you have ever heard, but you love it.

there is just something so carnal about the way he’s having you right now, thighs pressed against your chest and ankles around his neck. at this angle, you feel him even deeper, however that was possible. now, his hands move to cup your thighs, pushing them further into your torso like he was trying to break you. you feel the way his abs brush your skin every time he breathes, and his lips go to litter your face and neck with kisses and love bites. you feel pressure from everywhere, his large body barely hovering over you, hip lips burning their mark on your skin, his large hands pressing you deep into the mattress, and the way his cock fills up your poor cunt, who was trying its best to stretch for him. the way you feel the full extent of his force from both inside and outside of your body makes you feel like exploding, which is about to happen if he keeps it up like this.

all of the sudden, you feel a push at your calves, and find yourself being turned on your side, one leg straight and the other thrown at an angle to the side. most of your face is dug into the pillow as san keeps the same pace, thrusting into you over and over and over again. your body is contorted and twisted as you lay on your side, unfortunate for your hip that was supporting most of the damage. you throw an arm up to grip san’s forearm, digging your nails into his skin from pleasure. the new position has his hips slapping against your rear, and the echoes it makes causes san to lose all sense of reality. 

“fuck, you’re so perfect.” he groans as he takes a hand and squeezes your ass, then gives it a hard slap, causing you to yelp at the sensation. then, you feel both of his hands at your hips, manhandling you, once again, so you’re on all fours, all the while he’s keeping up his brutal pace. you however, cannot keep up, as you quickly end up with your face yet again buried into a pillow. san reaches down to take both of your wrists into one of his hands, pulling you up against him. he snakes down his other hand down to your clit while he peppers your face with his wet hot kisses and licks. you feel as he starts pinching and rubbing firm circles on your slit, and your body shudders at all of what he’s doing to you. 

“cum, please, let me cum.” you cry out, starting to buck your hips back to get you closer to the edge. 

he releases your wrists in favour of taking one of your hands to press down on your stomach. you can both feel the way his cock is rutting deep inside you, and your second release is oh so close once you reel in the feeling.

“go ahead, cum for me baby, want you to when you feel me cum inside you right… here.” he emphases his words as he forces your hand firmer on your stomach. you feel his thrusts starting to get more erratic, and you come undone just as you feel him sputtering deep inside you. 

he slows down, riding out both of your orgasms as you fall face first into the soft bedding below you. san releases your hips so your body lays flat on the bed, his seed starting to seep out of you. you turn on your side as you feel him nudge you to turn around. once you do, you find him fixated on your leaking cunt, threatening to spill on the (fortunately placed) towel under you. he takes his two fingers and pushes his cum back inside you, thumb already going to your clit as you thrash at the overstimulation. you start muttering out a desperate please please please, even though you weren’t quite sure what you were begging for. nevertheless, your third orgasm of the night comes quickly, as you gush all over his hand still pushing his cum back inside you. 

finally, san lays next to you on his side, caressing your body softly and whispering in your ear. 

“you did so well for me, sweet girl. let’s get you cleaned up.” 

you can only nod as he brings you to your bathroom, which he now knows is attached to your bedroom. he leans your back against his chest as he washes the both of you up. you turn around to help clean him off as well, a silent intimacy shared between you two in the steamy warmth of the glass shower. he dries you off, with a clean towel, before laying you back on the bed. he goes to your kitchen to grab some water for you both, encouraging you to drink a bit before cuddling up in his arms. 

he is the first to break the comfortable silence between you as he pulls the comforter over your naked bodies. 

“you know, i meant when i said that wasn’t what i came over for.” he smiles, looking down at you nuzzled into his chest. 

“i know, but i think we still needed to get it out of our system.” you laugh at him, considering the whole situation you have found yourselves in. 

“i’m just happy you trusted me, i promise i won’t ever break that.” he softly cradles your face in his hand, giving you a more loving kiss. a kiss that seals his promise, the promise that he cares about you as a person, not just your current profession. a promise that what is between you two is deeper than just his initial love for your body, but a love for you.

this was not supposed to be this long... but i think i am incapable of writing shorter things so... hope u enjoyed :D

[ravioliet]

ok so let me be cringe on main for a minute here (this is a joke btw i know cringe isn't real). odd squad mlp au for your consideration

please ask me questions about this by the way i have so much for this. i'll put some of the basic info (it's a lot more than that now but in my defense it started as a basic summary) and a few more drawings under the cut though please look at it with your eyes thank you

so for some basic explanations we have Olive who is a unicorn, Otto who is a pegasus, Olympia who is a part unicorn earth pony (which i'll explain in a sec), and Otis who is a full blooded pegasus (which i'll also explain the importance of in a moment). i haven't drawn Ms. O, Oscar or Oona yet but they are an alicorn (formerly an earth pony), a unicorn, and an earth pony respectively

Olive and Otto are the only two that i've come up with cutie mark designs for so far (they are so hard to design..) but Olympia and Otis have them too, they just get them mid-season. specifically after the talent show. i'm designing them side by side so that they kinda match because they get them at the same time and also they're besties your honor, but anyways theirs are a little fireworks design and some sort of a swan design because y'know. the ugly duckling story. and also i think part of his talent is dancing and like swan lake exists etc etc. and yes this does mean that he's a little bit scared of his own cutie mark at times but he just tries not to think about it and usually covers it with his wings anyway. all four of their cutie mark meanings are kinda abstract personality trait related things

Olive got hers after stopping the pienado because character development moments, which also kinda means that she's sorta tied to Todd because of this which she Does Not Like. i'll need to make a whole other post about Todd in this au because he's definitely a guy, but anyways while they were partners Olive was a blank flank and despite how good at his job he was Todd was one too and it was like one of the only things they really had in common, but it also ends up being one of the reasons he goes rogue because not only is Todd bored but he's also frustrated because he's tried everything he can think of and won every award he possibly can and he still doesn't have a cutie mark even though he feels like he definitely should by now because this has to be his talent. why would he be so good at it if it wasn't? he doesn't get his cutie mark until after he reforms btw, because before then he was either too certain about his talent being something else or too busy causing trouble to entertain himself that he never really took the time to stop and discover that his actual interest was gardening and that's when he finally gets his cutie mark. in my head i have this alternate version of Otis's tomato speech where when Todd is like "i'm Odd Todd it's who i am" Otis is just like "that's not what your cutie mark says" and it's very silly but anyways i'm gonna circle this back around to Olive real quick

so on top of Todd's cutie mark being in gardening he also has a sort of side meaning as well in the sense that he's a little bit like the CMC and has a sort of knack for encouraging character growth in others whether he realizes it or not because. encouraging plants to grow.. encouraging people to grow... the whole villain rehab thing...... you see what i'm getting at here. but the funny thing is the first pony he really did this to was Olive and it was completely unintentional. he didn't know that she would get her cutie mark by stopping him, at least not consciously, but she did. it probably takes him quite some time before he actually puts together the fact that he's had that talent the whole time.

Otto's cutie mark is a lot sillier. he actually doesn't know how he got it or what it means (as mentioned earlier it's symbolic but he doesn't know that. also shoutout to Shroom aka Evillandscaper for suggesting a paper crane because i did NOT know what i was gonna make it) he just kinda walked into work one day and Olive was like "oh cool you got your cutie mark?" and Otto was just like "WAIT I GOT MY CUTIE MARK?????" cue a whole silly filler episode involving the two of them trying to figure out what it means and also Olive having a crisis over the fact that Otto can do that pegasus thing where they use their wings like cartoon hands. both of these become running bits from then on. also i drew this comic about it and it might be one of my favorite things i've made for this au honestly

and on the topic of cutie marks as i previously mentioned, Olympia and Otis both get theirs after the talent show and they're also matching a little bit. theirs are also personality things but in addition to that Otis's is also for dancing and Olympia's is for magic, and you may be wondering how an earth pony can be a magic talent and this is where that half unicorn thing comes in!

so Olympia is half unicorn half earth pony which i don't think is too uncommon on its own, but the thing that makes her weird is that she inherited traits from both sides instead of just one over the other, so she actually has unicorn magic but no horn to actually use it with so she's unable to cast actual spells or anything but her magic will kinda spill over at times, especially if she's emotional, and cause things to happen like that one time she exploded into glitter when interviewing Olive or of course the fireworks! she's kind of like the Pinkie Pie character who just does unexplained things sometimes she's just very silly. fun fact in her ref you can see that her mane and tail are sparkly and that's because they kinda just perpetually look like they have glitter in them, but the thing is it's not really glitter it's all just magic. i imagine her coat is like this as well but i just didn't draw it in

also as a side note it came to my attention that she bears an uncanny similarity to Sparkleworks from G3 and i have absolutely no idea how that happened At All. like they have the same cutie mark and everything it's so weird. i've never even watched G3 i'm a G4 kid i legitimately have no clue how the hell this happened. i did make this out of it though

anyways for Otis, he's a pegasus of course but he's specifically a Cloudsdale weather pegasus, which yes i did make up but hear me out. so basically in my mind pegasi born in somewhere like Cloudsdale are more likely to have weather talents or like. stronger abilities in controlling the weather and such, which means stuff like larger wings and weatherproof wings and feathers to make it easier to deal with storms and stuff like that, so basically all this is just an excuse for me to give Otis waterproof feathers like a duck. but anyways since he was still raised by the ducks he doesn't actually know he's from Cloudsdale or anything so he just thinks he's weird for the feathers thing

okay i have. way more but i'm cutting myself off here so i don't overload everyone with information but anyways, please ask me about them, and also here's some extra drawings i've done of them :3

[jake-g-lockley]

I'm back :D

OKAY so I have TWO prompts you can feel free to pick from whichever you want!! if one has already been written/requests then thats okay (its mainly why i picked two jUST IN CASE!!!!!)

How aboutttttt the cutie pie moon boys with either prompt #15 or #21?! I DONT MIND EITHER WHICHEVER WORKS BETTER FOR YOU (im so indecisive and they're both so cute?!?)

THANK YOU LOVELY!!!

Poison Tree (Moon Knight x reader)

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Prompt: the spider-man meme where they're all pointing at each other but it's a conversation like *i said i didn't like you like that because you said you didn't like me" "but i said i didn't like you because you were literally in love with someone else" then "i only said i was in love with them because you didn't want me!

A/N: Heya lovelyyy!! Thank you so much for the ask, I switched it up a tiny bit but I hope you like it ehhehe.

Warnings: everyone here is an idiot istg, a touch of angst, them not being able to say what they need to say, seriously; they have three people in their head and they’re that dumb? AHAHAH, light allusions to smut.

Word Count: 2.1 k 

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Buying things was something that plagued you like a weird disease that never went away. You didn’t have this type of luxury when you were younger, your mother always forced you to save whatever money you made and scared you into thinking that you would not have a single cent on you when you truly needed it. Funnily enough, when you started earning your own money, you gave in and started to spend on things that your mother would frown upon.

You stared up at the shelf of books before you, sighing frustratedly as you gazed at the beautiful new covers. You cursed yourself for walking into the new luxury bookstore that opened in the mall, your mother’s voice echoing loudly in your head. You screwed your eyes tightly and tried to imagine something that would pull you away from both the thought of buying the book and the sound of your mother’s grating voice.

You were laying down on the couch, your body aching deliciously from the weight of something covering you. Your hands were preoccupied, carding through soft curls as large hands squeezed your sides. You were smiling down at the person who was cuddling you close and the person looked up at you, big brown, doe like eyes meeting yours.

“You know I have those books in my flat?” a voice pulled you out of your little daydream making you gasp as you whirled around and your eyes met the same brown eyes you were imagining. 

Steven Grant was smiling at you, his lopsided grin matching his curls that flopped to his forehead. Steven always looked comfortable and you always had the inevitable urge to squeeze him. Oh, how you yearned to press your nose into his chest as you hugged him close. You faked a scowl and Steven’s grin got wider as his hand shot out and gripped your wrist.

“If you behave, I’ll let you borrow them someday.” his voice twisted your insides as he pulled you away from the shelf.

Your heart swooned whenever you were around Steven. He and the other two were your poison tree, the bunch you had intended to stay far away from but couldn’t get enough of. He gently pulled your book bag off your shoulder and slung it on his own as the both of you walked to the cafe that the both of you hung out at on a weekly basis. You’d mark your student’s exercise books while Steven did his research on the ancient artifact he was writing about.

At times, you’d feel his eyes on you and you knew it wasn’t exactly Steven looking at you anymore

“Hi, Marc.” you said, without looking up from what you were marking.

“I still don’t get how you do that.” The deep Chicago accent makes you shiver slightly.

“Your posture changes, dummy.” you said, earning a chuckle from him.

“How are the kids doing this week?” he asked, leaning forward to take a look at what you were marking. 

“Pretty good actually, their grammar is getting better and I think they enjoy my classes.”

“I’m sure they do, princesa.” came the beautiful spanish drawl. 

“Now, what did I say about switching mid conversation.” 

A long pause greeted you and you finally looked up from the book you were marking to see Jake staring at you with a satisfied smile.

“That it’s rude?”

“Mhmm.”

“I made you look though.” he winked at you and your insides turned into pure mush.

Outside, you rolled your eyes and casted your eyes back down onto the exercise book, holding back a grin of your own. 

“So, how is Mr. Daniels?” 

Your eyebrows furrowed and you looked back at Marc who was now leaning back in his chair, his arms crossed in front of him. You didn’t get why he would always ask you about the math teacher, you only called Mr. Daniels cute once in your life. 

“He’s good, I guess.” you took a sip of your coffee and bowed your head, not letting Marc see what was clearly written all over your face.

For months, you have been trying to get rid of the feelings you felt for the three men. They were absolutely beautiful and had personalities that fired up your very being, but an unfortunate incident stood between you and them.

Flashback

You and him were a little too close, you could see all of the little details of his face. You and him had demolished a bag of doritos and the empty wine glasses made the both of you giggle incredulously. You didn’t know who you were looking at, the alcohol muddling your brain as your eyes zeroed on the doritos dust at the side of his mouth. 

“You know I was thinking of asking Dylan out, the tour guide at the museum.” Steven’s voice burned a hole through your heart and you smiled, hiding the pain that coursed through you.

“You should.” you whispered, trying your hardest not to let your heart betray you.

“Jake suggested for me to take her out to that steak shop.” he leaned back into the sofa and stared up at the ceiling. 

“And what are you gonna eat there, silly.” you stifled a giggle.

“I dunno, bread, salad?” 

You tried to laugh the best you could despite the achy feeling at the pit of your stomach. 

End of flashback

“How’s Dylan?” you asked. 

“She’s alright.” Steven said softly. 

“Hmm.”

Your eyes caught a couple behind Steven and you smiled gently as one of them kissed the other one’s knuckles.

Jake noticed and turned around too, turning back to you with a grin and plucking the red pen out of your hand before suddenly taking your hand in his. Your heart blazed when you felt his lips on your knuckles and your breathing stopped for a second, his eyes shining with mischief. You quickly snatched your hand away from him and you could note the change in the way his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“Hey, you know I was just joking, it didn’t mean anything.” he said quickly. 

It didn’t mean anything.

“Yea, I know, Jake , you don’t like me like that.” you said before you could stop yourself.

Jake’s thoughts raced as Marc and Steven panicked inside his head. They weren’t supposed to like you like that but they do and they wanted to stand on top of the table that you both were at and scream that fact at the top of their lungs.

You couldn’t mark anything anymore, with the way he kept reminding you of your failed love life. Your failed, unrequited love for them. You snatched the pen back from him and tapped the book in front of you, thinking of your next move. You quickly grab your phone and text one of your friends, Sam. Code red, the code you always used to get out of situations you didn’t like and you were feeling really uncomfortable with the energy you had created. 

A few minutes later, to your pure relief, your friend called you.

“Oh, umm, I have to go, Sam is stuck in a … situation.” you say as you frantically shove your stuff into your bag.

“Right, let me help you with that.” Steven said, standing up, a worried look on his face.

“It's okay, I got it.” you gave him a reassuring smile and tucked a five pound bill under the coffee.

“I’ll see you.”

“Yeah.” Steven rubbed the back of his neck, wondering if he had said anything out of the way, his heart pounding as he watched you walk out of the cafe.

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You woke up hours later to a knock at your door. Your face was wet and you checked your phone for any messages, absolutely shocked to see about 14 missed calls from the boys, another five from your best friend and dozens of messages. You flung yourself out of bed and ran to the front door

You opened it to see a frantic Jake standing outside, his hair a mess. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around you and hugged you close, mumbling something into your hair in spanish.

“Shit, I thought something happened when you didn’t answer your calls. I called Sam and she couldn’t get a hold of you.” Jake’s voice was bubbling with tears and you looked up at him in shock. 

“Jake, I-” suddenly, his lips were on yours and you felt yourself being lifted off your feet.

The kiss was as frantic as he looked and you became putty in his arms as you tried your best to steady yourself. You pulled away and stared at the man in front of you, only to see Steven’s eyes staring back. Your hands came up to touch your lips and you couldn’t help but touch his lips too. 

“Sorry, fuck, I know you’re with-” you cut him off with another kiss and you felt all of your worries wash over you.

Your hands grip his face and you hold onto him until the both of you are out of air. 

“Fuck, what about Dy-” you pulled away and started to say, but Marc pushed you against the wall and caught your lips with his again, wordlessly asking you to jump as he gripped your hips hard. 

You jumped and wrapped your legs around his torso, your bodies sandwiched together. Your hands carded up his curls and you pulled on them for purchase, causing him to groan against your lips. 

“Wait, Marc, Jake, Steven, what’s happening.” you pull away, your confusion creeping up the satisfied feeling that you were feeling. 

You couldn’t tell who had control of the body as they pushed their forehead against yours, just holding you against the wall. 

“I don’t know,” you heard Steven’s voice whisper as he ducked his head lower.

Your hands were still in his hair and you pulled him closer.

“Put me down.” you whispered after a while and unlocked your ankles.

Their eyes were casted downward as they tried their best to not look at you. You pulled them to your dining table and busied yourself with making a cup of tea, chewing at your swollen bottom lip, wondering what had just happened. You wanted to feel it again so bad, the passion they pushed upon you was so fiery that you wanted nothing more but to have it course through your veins again. You sighed as you pushed the cup of tea in front of them.

“Whoever is fronting, could you please just explain what happened?” you calmly asked. 

When their eyes met with your’s, you could clearly see Marc’s sadness and it crushed your heart.

“We’re sorry we springed on you like that.” he whispered. “The truth is, I- we are in love with you.'' The last bit of his sentence came out like it was a harsh secret, clawing its way out of his voice box. 

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Fuck.” was all you could say as you swallowed down your own tears. 

“But we know that you don’t feel like that for us, so you-” he continued. 

“Wait, who said that?” you cut him off, your heart thudding in your chest.

“You did.” Steven mumbled. “Just now, we only said that we didn’t like you like that because you made it clear how you felt about us.” 

“But- but I only did that because you have feelings for someone else! You know? The woman you are dating!” 

“We only said that because you said you found the math teacher at your school cute!” Marc slammed his hand down, making you jump. “We’re not dating Dylan!”

“I was joking, you dumbass! Oh my fucking god!” you slammed your hands down and stood up, pushing Marc’s chair back and straddling him without another word.

You kissed him like you meant it, putting your soul out there so that it would meet theirs. All the anger you felt was channeled back into the kiss and you wanted them to choke on their own passion with the way you pressed yourself against them. Marc sighed against your lips and melted away, letting the body switch frantically between Steven, himself and Jake. When you finally felt satisfied you pulled away and gave them a small smile.

“You boys love me huh?” you brushed their fringe away from their face and looked into the eyes that held the only three that you would hand your heart to. “Well, I love you too, cowards.”

“Hey, watch who you’re calling a coward.” Steven’s hands gripped hard at your hips as he grinned up at you, leaning in and kissing you softly. 

After a while he brought his lips next to your ear, he whispers “This coward won’t let you borrow his books until he makes you forget your own name.”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head, wondering what awaited at the top of the poison tree you managed to climb up on. 

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[apaechi]

here's my fluttershy redesign!! i have many reasons for the various decisions i made on this one.

firstly, obviously, she is an alicorn. thought process behind this was perhaps celestia rewarded her for reforming discord, discord demanded she be turned into an alicorn so she could be with him forever without aging, or discord flat out did it himself (since he is chaotic and celestia probably wouldn't have taken this very kindly) her horn is a little bit shorter than the average alicorn (such as celestia, luna, and cadence. when i make my twilight redesign her horn would be a bit different before and after her transformation but since thats not out yet you get this as an example) and about the same size as an average unicorn, since i wouldn't figure her to be a "true alicorn" if it were discord who changed her, or celestia just obliged to discord's request. she can still use magic, but it isn't "alicorn magic" i guess. she can use her magic and get stronger as twilight and starlight did throughout their lives but as a base level her magic is like any other unicorn's. she also has her little bat toofs which is the only thing that remained from twilight’s spell.

secondly, cutie mark change. i imagine her cutie mark could have gotten a bit more complicated after her transformation onto an alicorn (specifically the little details on it). but i wanted her cutie mark to be a little more inclusive of other animals since that's her whole thing. i wanted to keep the butterfly since it sui ts her so well and the colors worked well, but i also wanted to make sure i stuck to the 3 repeating design many have on their cutie mark but make it different to add more visual interest. obviously a representation of all land animals would have been a little too much so i just went with a few basics and called it at that.

3rd, the mane, tail, and coat. i really liked how her mane in the show was a mixture of her dads very light pink and hrr we mom's red, but since her coat is also yellow like her mom's i wanted to add a bit of teal/turquoise in her mane to show a little bit of more of her dad in her. her personality obviously is fairly similar to theirs but wanted to make her look like more of a mix. i imagine that during her transition into being an alicorn her hair would have grown longer but not flowy like celestia, luna, and future twilight's which is why it's in a bun but still fairly long because her hair is already long. she also has turquoise in her wings (and her coat as a design choice), because i don't think it's absolutely confirmed 100% but i know cadence was a pegasus before becoming an alicorn and she has purple in her wings which could just be a feature because she transformed that way instead of unicorn to alicorn like celestia, luna, and twilight. i am unsure about this since flurry heart does have darker pink on the tip of her wings and she was born an alicorn, but she is also related to cadence so that could just be that. future flurry heart does not have flowy hair and we dont know if cadence does or not, so maybe it would become flowy eventually but as of now it is not.

last, i wanted her to originally be a pegasus. most of the fandom can agree that yes, her personality fits being an earth pony (or even a unicorn) far more than it does a pegasus, but i think that's what makes fluttershy such a special and unique character. the story of how she got her cutie mark is too good to me to take it away from her, and i think that really shows that fluttershy stands out from the rest. she isn't like other pegasi and she fits more in with the earth pony crowd which is great! it shows that you don't have to fit with your "birth role" and can just be who you are.

and she has a little heart to reminisce of g3, the first mlp i watched as a kid!

but anyways, yeah thats my explanation for my decisions i made here! i hope you enjoy :)

[yoon-topias]

Yoontopia | Chapter two {Cuties and butterflies}

⟡ Warnings: Strong language, depression, mental health issues, references to self harm, references to violence, references to sexual assault, manic episodes, smoking, risky behavior, jealousy, smut.

⟡ 18+ (minors DNI, some chapters have mature content)

⟡ Best friend's older brother x OC

⟡ Summary: When Yoongi brings lunch to work but in return gets more than he expected.

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Yoongi Pov:

I wake up with someone hitting me with a pillow over and over. "Dude get the fuck up, it's noon you said you wanted to bring Vi lunch cause' she got a big trial today" Jin hitting me over and over. "Jin I'm up! I'm up!" he scoffs, hits me one more time and walks out the door.

Jin and I have been roommates for years, he has been a big help keeping me on a stable path for my mental health. A schedule is what I need. Jin makes sure I eat meals daily and even has stopped me from committing once when I went through a low point, of course used Vi against me and it stopped it all. Looking to my nightstand I see the Marlboro pack sitting there and those fucking pineapple lollipops right next to them.

Pineapple is that what she tastes like? Why would she only have a bag of pineapple lollipops? It is like her guilty pleasure, because it's becoming mine.

Getting up I need to go bring Vi lunch. I'm surprising her with it. A big case means no breaks to go get lunch. Jin made dinner last night. I specifically asked for Vi's favorite for my night to pick what we had. Putting on a white t-shirt laundry day ugh. a black jacket, black jeans and my boots and of course both the chains Vi, and Hans got me if I look down I see both the reasons I'm doing this.

Looking at the Cigs sitting on my nightstand, Slipping the pack in my pocket for safety measures of course. Walking out to the kitchen to grab the food packed up. "No cig Yoongi? What's with you? Do we need to go see the therapist? Are the meds working okay?"

Shaking my head, opening the fridge to grab the food wrapped up in a brown bag with Vi written on it with a little fish. "No, I'm fine. Better than ever. Vi is helping me quit. We'll see if it works"

"Well whatever she does tell me, because I needa do it with Hobi"

"Lollipops try it." Throwing a few in his direction.

"But you still have your pack on you?"

"Safety measures Jin. Safety measures."

Grabbing my bike keys, and backpack putting the food bag inside. I gotta hurry there to get to the courthouse for recess time so she can eat. Going to my bike and smiling it's the one other thing that keeps me goin'. My pocket buzzes

Vi: Aquariums???? After this case is closed? May take a few days to win though.

Me: Anything you want Vi, gotta tell Lewis about that win huh?

Vi: Don't bring up my son! I miss him. I'm making money for him. I'll cry if I don't bring home the money he needs for his lettuce. He's my little dinosaur. My own little herbivore. Rawr!

Reading her text makes me laugh, putting my phone in my pocket. Yeah she's the reason I do this and Everything will be okay. Everything will be okay.

Swinging my leg over on my bike, turning the key hearing it purr. Sliding on my helmet, putting on my gloves, kicking the stand, and giving one rev. I'm off to see Vi.

Driving down the road I'm weaving in and out traffic to get there sooner. It's almost time for their recess. Someone flips me off and I raise my hand back and flip them off, I got more important things. Luckily I'm not too far from the courthouse and I get there as recess starts, pull up to the front and I see Vi walking out in black pants suit with black heels on. God her hips are literally everything. Isn't it Illegal to show that much cleavage in a damn courtroom. The way it is tailored to her body curving with her waist. She isn't just a straight road she is a whole fucking backroad leading up to the most captivating view. I'd love to see her curves and mark them as my driveway. Playing with my tongue piercing against my teeth as I watch from a distance. Fuck what I would do to trance her body like the roads I drive everyday. It would be a felony. She'd need to be my lawyer. I'm not one to worship, but for her I'd get on my hands and knees ready to bow down to whatever she says. I have.

I can picture it down tracing my fingers down every little freckle, birthmark, scars, and fuck her stretch marks. Only having peaks here and there never the full view. You might as well dig six feet in the ground and write 'Here lies Min Yoongi the simp for Violet.'

Rein yourself in for fucks sake Yoongi.

She is walking down the stairs with some of her colleagues who are men can't fucking help it, but get jealous. One is holding her elbow so she doesn't fall going down the stairs in the heels they must know how clumsy she is. The jealous side of me takes over, putting my hand on my accelerator and rev my bike intentionally long, and it makes her head snap up from looking at the stairs she is walking down. "Hey! Vi want lunch?" she smiling once she locks eyes with me nodding her head and I hear her colleagues saying-

"Hey who is that?"

"Violet, you know him?"

"You're with a delinquent?"

I see her stop and look at them "you don't even know him and he is not a delinquent first of all. Second of all, why does it matter if I was with him? I think I can make it down the stairs by myself. After this recess I would like to see my respectful colleagues again"

Get em' Vi. Smirking how she stood up for me when she didn't have to. That's right, I'm the one who ends up in her bed at night. Who knows her passcode to her place.

Taking my helmet off and kicking the stand, swinging my leg off my bike and running up the stairs to her to help her down the stairs "There is my miss lawyer. Looks like I may need someone to plead my case, I'm a delinquent have you heard?" she hits my chest and puts her arm through mine so I can help her walk down.

"You know what you're in a suit today let's go" I take off my backpack and hand it to her. She looks me up and down like I'm crazy but still grabs the bag from hand and puts it on. I take a step down so she doesn't have to jump and put my hands around her thighs and pull her forward on my back to carry her down.

She is whisper yelling at me currently as I go down the stairs. "Do you know we're at the courthouse? Min Yoongi I'm a lawyer would you want me to be on your case getting a piggyback ride?"

Continuing down the stairs I gotta come up with something to say back to her quickly. There is a reason I'm not a lawyer. "I'd let you ride me even if you were my lawyer." She slaps my chest "Min Yoongi! I'm at work!"

"Technically you're on my back, is that your work? Because if so it should be the other way around. huh?"

She shuts up and just rests her head on my back yeah that's right accept your fate Vi. Walking past my bike she doesn't even question where I'm taking her. Just happy to get off her feet, her mind is probably dead, and hungry. I know that I hear her stomach grumbling. Walking across the road to the overpass where we used to sit, after she would visit with her dad in jail. I squat down to let her get off my back with ease, grab the backpack straps to let her know to take it off.

I grab her hand and pull her to sit over the edge overlooking the street as the cars pass by, it's another world looking over all the people passing by, going to work, home, school, running errands. We used to always make stories up to where they were going the three of us, not having Hans really changed Vi but also it helped her grow as much as I love my sister. Vi would have been dragged all around town every night during college and would not have been able to finish law school. She takes off her heels, sits them next to her and looks at me. "So Yoon what did you bring me for foodies?'' blinking her eyes like a puppy begging at the kitchen table.

Smiling at her knowing food is the way to her heart I swear sometimes, reaching into my backpack and taking out the bag with her name on it handing it to her. Face lighting up wide eyes as soon as she lands her eyes on the fish drawn in purple.

"Yoon a fish! But where is the other one" she pouted like I did something wrong, licking her lips, going into her pocket and grabbing a pen and drawing another fish in black ink.

"Now that's better Yoon! It's us in another universe see!" Flipping the bag around to show me and I smile nodding my head. I'm addicted to her, I need my fix reaching in my pocket to grab my cigs and she looks at me raising an eyebrow like I lost my mind.

"Excuse me sir, lollipop"making an emphasis on the 'pop' she pulls one out from her pocket and hands it to me. Pineapple. A light smirk rests upon my lips as I think of her tasting like this. When was her last sugar fix? Does the taste linger in her mouth? Like she made home in my utopia. Unwrapping it seeing the pale yellow color it'll do right? Popping it in my mouth the sweetness erupts on my taste buds like a volcano.

Sweet. Sweet. Pineapple.

Taking it out of my mouth, looking her dead in the eyes. "Fine, but why do you have it in your suit pocket, Vi. Is that your guilty little pleasure?" her cheeks turn red and she quickly goes to open her bag I packed for her. That's what I thought putting it back in my mouth. It might become my guilty little pleasure afterall.

But did I just make her blush? No it has to be the weather. She's in a suit and the sun is on us. Yeah that's it.

Looking in the bag and she lights up again like when her eyes met mine. All I ever want to do is make her smile.

"Yoon you packed me my favorite, ugh I love you. Homemade leftover pizza cold, and cuties. I could kiss you I'm stravin' this case is killing me"

Did she just say she would kiss me? Okay my mind is fuckin' with me.

Pineapple. Pineapple. Fucking sweet pineapple.

"Eat up, you deserve it Vi. I know this case is gonna be a tough one"

Pulling out the pizza first and opening the container, setting the bag with the cutie in it next to us. She is happily eating watching the cars swinging her legs back and forth, I could get used to this. "You off today Yoon?" Humming in response I'm off from the shop, reaching for the bag to start peeling the cutie for her. "It's a tough one. Yoon it reminds me of dad being wrongly accused"

"I know Vi but you're so strong and smart you'll get 'em free. Also remind me to come see you in action, because you in a suit is fucking amazing" Its just mindless flirting who doesnt flirt with a friend? Let alone your sister's best friend.

I use this to lighten up the mood and she just smiles overlooking all the cars passing by. "How much longer you got on recess?" Looking down at her watch "uh about fifteen minutes" starting to hand her orange slice by slice she is happily munching on them as I give them to her.

God, how can she look this pretty and let everyone see it. She is absolutely insane. No, I'm absolutely insane. How can I let her out of the house looking this way? She deserves to be treated like a queen and bowed down to. "Do those guys always give you trouble Vi?"

She shakes her head at me "nah they just hit on me and say that women don't belong in this field. It doesn't bother me though" looks like at this company party I'll have to show them their place because they are some misogynistic assholes.

"Vi, let me know if they bother you Kay? No one messes with you. I get their your colleagues and you have to work them but that doesn't give them the right"

She hums in response, nodding her head munching on the last orange slice smiling at me. "I know you're always there for me Yoon" once I give her the last piece of the cutie she reaches into her pocket and takes out a lollipop.

Unwrapping a pineapple lollipop and putting it in her mouth to start to suck on it.

Sweet. Sweet. Pineapple.

"You got that right, Vi by the way the suit fits you. Iit hugs all the right curves to your roadmap, just don't let the map fall into the wrong hands. Like a pirate finding treasure they weren't meant to have. Imma need a fix"

Throwing the stick on the ground that I already finished. Taking her lollipop out her mouth and pointing it at me "Excuse me sir that is littering, no lollipop for you" Fuck it.

"Well then I'm gonna have to steal yours."moving my head and taking her lollipop into my mouth. "Guess I'm a delinquent Vi. I'ma need a lawyer" shrugging as I put one foot up to push myself up to stand. She puts her heels on and tries to do it herself. Of course I need to help her get back up. Why would she try to do it with heels on? As she does get up on two feet her clumsy ass makes us lose our balance and she falls on top of me on the ground.

We both laugh about it and she locks eyes with me. My mouth parts a little with the lollipop in it. She reaches forward and takes it out my mouth. I'm too in shock to protest taking the only thing keeping me sane and she put it in her mouth. "Looks like I'ma need a lawyer too, Yoon."

My stomach feels like there are millions bufferlies trying to escape. I have never felt like this hell she never has had a comeback like that to me. No I'm not like this, I don't want to hurt her like others. I love from a distance for a reason. Why the hell is she finally doing comebacks now? "L-looks like I'am need to go back to college you go waiting another seven years?" and I fucking stutter must be those damn purple butterflies she has planted in me. In my utopia.

Thank you for reading. ₊˚⊹♡

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[the-owl-tree]

I wish starlight had a better redemption arc. lowkey that’s the only reason I hate her outside of her dumbass backstory (I could fix it) and the lack of explanation for her being almost alicorn level gifted. like lemme tweak her backstory a bit:

she was considered exceptionally talented and everyone had high hopes for her to go far in life or could even get into celestia’s school (kinda like twilight) but she was suuuuper attached to sunburst in an unhealthy way (bpd gang rise up) leading to her revolving her entire world and life around him and when he left she completely spiraled and used her powers to keep others around her from leaving. her specialty are memory and mind altering spells since she canonically even after her “redemption” can’t seem to stop revoking other pony’s rights to free will.

she operates on pure natural talent and raw might due to lack of proper training so it was actually really easy to defeat her and send her packing out of her village. her second appearance she came back with the alicorn amulet (the one trixie had in that episode, but it was gone so fast I am ignoring it. that’s such a cool item wasted on one episode?? no) which is how she fucked with alternate the realities.

in a world where friendships and bonds are pretty much building blocks for their society I can see it being probable that pony’s without friends could suffer health wise too. not just mentally but physically. maybe she never got her cutie mark and blames friendship in general for stunting her. she doesn’t hate just twilight, she hates ALL of equestria. every other pony has someone and she has nothing and no one. no friends, no cutie mark, no purpose. just rage.

when she is defeated again, she should have faced actual consequences. send that horse to prison. idk. why did cozy glow get sent to hell. this isn’t about her.

I think a probation period or similar where she has to earn back the right to use her magic while attending the friendship school and amending her crimes would have been good to see. she her earning forgiveness. show her earning her cutie mark! show her apologizing to every pony she hurt and then accepting they won’t like her anyway! I know it’s a kids show and really they can’t do too many heavy topics, but also I hate this horse

Starlight's insane magical power without any amulets or anything bothered me, I like the idea of her getting her hands on it instead of her just being super mega OP. I get it's for the sake of the plot but it's also sort of like...does magic need to be trained? What's the point of magic schools if the average unicorn can learn a teleportation spell rather easily? do you guys ever think about how OP magic gets in the later seasons, regardless-

It felt weird that the way they chose to write her being won over by Twilight is literally forcing her between a rock and a hard place. Either start being nicies or apocalypse time forever, isn't that fun! It makes it even more disingenuous with how little time they spend redeeming her or even having her recognize the impact she's had on those around her (it bothers me the show seems more invested in how Starlight has been hurt by the Our Town debacle than the Our Town ponies). It also doesn't help her backstory is embarrassing...like girl write a letter you can levitate quills some kids have to use their damn mouths!

I disagree with her being locked up, mainly because I think MLP's weird tonal dissonance around incarceration is uh really weird for the neon pony story (seriously. why did they lock the child in tartarus, why did they turn the child to STONE). Rehabilitative justice is a GREAT thing for kids to learn, showing that anyone can change with work, kindness, and friendship (in the show at least lol)! But by not centering who Starlight hurt and just rushing through her actually working to be better, it makes her story lacklustre and half-hearted. At least in my opinion!

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Two cops and their 'dangerous' prisoners||

Hi dear, I decided I wanted to write you a drabble for this idea instead. So I hope you don't mind that. It's time to see how this one will go shall we?

||Drabble summary||

Lets say two cops have been doing a normal patrol night in their prison. However, they got curious of the two new additions to the building; a criminal named Davion and a thug named Quincy. So Officer Edmond was given the job of watching over the criminal while Officer Adrian was to watch over the thug Quincy. How will this go? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~Flirting

~Teasing maybe

~Flushed cops

((Guests in the drabble))

Edmond and Quincy belongs to @ask-the-monster-nest and NA carnival mobile game

Davion belongs to and is from DOTA: Dragon's blood while Alucard(Adrian) belongs to and is from Castlevania the animated serious. But they belong to me too since I rp them as muses.

((Note: This drabble will have heavy grammar mistakes and errors but this was written for fun. I hope you understand but also enjoy please.))

"Are you sure your alright Adrian?"

Alcuard or Adrian for short snaps out of his thoughts, looking up at his fellow officer that was holding something for them to drink. It's the night shift for them but they would be working on watching over the prisoners but two new ones that was just given to them. So far, it's been told a lot about them but nothing much else is known for.

"....."

"Adrian?"

"I'm alright.....just curious about the new prisoners here." he said but takes the cup to drink some of the hot tea. However, Edmond looks to him.

"Though, you look all out and yet that's nothing to be nervous about." he goes to take a seat.

"Look whatever happens we will be fine. Though, which prisoner did you get?" he asked seeing Adrian think.

"From what the report tells me, i got a thug named Quincy. What about you?" he asked to see Edmond thinking about it.

"I got some criminal named Davion. However, it could be just me....though, we will be alright then. We got this..." he said knowing that he blinks to nod. Though, he was unsure about the two and what they could do.

"We better prepare for the shift but remember do your best." he said but Adrian nods as the two turn to leave the break office to head to their prisoners.

~~~~~~

Edmond was heading to the prison cell but he was quiet, wondering what this criminal was like. However, he looks ahead seeing the other cells empty? Oh that's right, he remembers the other was not with the rest due to his dangerous nature. So, it would seem the best. However, he looks around only to get to one cell marked. Their was something inside of course but a male it seems. He was wearing the prison outfit but his wrists and ankles were chained up.

"......." he did look pretty dangerous but that's when the prisoner looks to the cell door making Edmond tense.

"?!"

"Well, well, well, I have a guest. What are you doing here?" he asked to look at him even if Edmond clears his throat to look at him.

"I'm here to see the new prisoner but it seems I have. You must be the new one that was sent in. Davion right?" he said seeing the other chuckling to Edmond looking confused.

"That's me. Seems I'm already known but thanks for that, cutie." he smirked that Edmond's left eye twitched.

'C..Cutie!? Who does this fool think he is!?' he thought but he remains calm looking at him.

"That's Officer Edmond to you, prisoner. Now. I only came to see if you were here and you are. But don't try anything funny. You won't be able to get out of here and from my sight." he warns and yet Davion was calm. He only yawns to relax against the wall on his cell bed.

"Uh huh. I'm curious to hear and yet, I am not worried. However, I would like to know you better in the future cutie so I hope we can know each other a lot more." he smirked that Edmond looks away but sighed.

"In your dreams you brute. Just remain there and try not to do anything stupid." he warns now walking off away from him as Davion watches him leave. He did look him up and down from behind. He was seriously cute that made him lick his lips even if the officer didn't know his criminal was a dragon.

~~~~~~As for Adrian~~~~~~

He's already gotten to the cell where he was going to see this thug. However, seems others were moved as well. There should be other cellmates here but maybe after a while, they moved them to another since this one was pretty...dangerous.

"....." He didn't question it true but it leaves Adrian worried. Why would they even leave such a man here? Calming his nerves, he looks to see the cell and the male inside. He seems to be asleep or looks to be. Even seeing another animal that was near by. Was that his companion?

"....He must be sleeping or maybe he was awake a while ago." he mutters but maybe not bothering him would be best. He looks away seeing no one else here but maybe he can check on the head office. As he was about to walk off, something grabs him that Adrian tenses to quickly move away looking back. He saw the prisoner awake but looking at him now. His eyes just looking at Adrian's.

"......So your the office that's going to watch me?" he asked in a quiet tone and yet, Adrian said nothing else.

"...I...Yes! I'm officer Adrian so you better remember that." He said with authority and yet, he was seeing the thug going to sit back down to look ahead.

"Are you listening to me?!"

"I heard you. Though, I guess that's nothing wrong. You seem like the type to." Quincy said even if he was shackled by his wrists but Adrian said nothing.

"Wait, what are you talking about?" he asked.

"Lets just say you and I might know each other more in the future since your going to be watching me. Most wouldn't due to what I can do so...consider yourself lucky your cute. Because I would have killed you if I didn't."

Hearing those words send a tingle down his spine and yet, Adrian said nothing to look away. "Y...Yeah, I can tell after what you did in your records. But again, you won't escape even so so don't try anything.." he said that Quincy shook his head.

"Whatever you say. Though, was their anything else you wish to tell me...or are you going to stand there gazing at me all night?"

Adrian blinks but his face went pink hearing that. What the heck!? Even when he said that, he only looks away from him hiding his pink cheeks.

"The hell did you..nevermind. Fine, I'll leave but I'm checking on you later on!" he said turning to walk off leaving Quincy alone. However, as the other watches him leave, he now was curious about him even if he lays back resting for that time. Even seeing his partner Topper looking at him.

"I know, I'm unsure myself. Seems our officer is a little different...but we'll see how it goes." he yawns but relaxed for that night.

Later on, both offices met up to tell each other what happened and yet, they were speechless.

"So he was like that? Geez, but...should we be worried?" Adrian asked but Edmond shook his head.

"No, we can take care of them. We will be sure they don't escape by any means. We got this.....we won't fall to them or any of their tricks. Deal?" he said as Adrian blinks to nod.

"D..deal."

So both would be sure to stay on guard and keep a close eye on their prisoners. However, both didn't know the prisoners took a liking to them. They just don't know it yet.

[hennardlover]

Derpy's Story 🍪

Hi everypony! My name is Derpy Hooves, and I am a grey pegasus with yellow mane and tail, and yellow eyes. I live in Ponyville all by my own because I don't know where my parents had to go. I learned to try and take care of myself, but it gets really hard sometimes and I give up when it's too hard. But everypony is nice to me and laughs when they see me fly and run into stuff. I don't fly so good, but I'm better than I was when I was a filly. Everypony smiles when they see me, and they talk real slow and nice at me. It's good to have friends!

My cutie mark is bubbles. I think it got there the last time I saw mommy. Mommy was teaching me to blow bubbles, and they were so pretty and flew high into the sky, just like a pegasus does. They pop and then I make more with the stick by putting it in the bubbly juice. But when the bubbly juice was all gone, I look around for Mommy, but she's gone. I didn't notice my cutie mark yet because I started crying and yelling for mommy, but she never came back. I never saw daddy again neither.

I walked and walked and walked until I came to Ponyville! There was lots of ponies, and even more pegasuses! I tried to fly to show them I was a pegasus too, but I don't fly so good, so I ran into a wall and I got an ouchy on my nose. They took me to the doctor to get all better, but then I had no home to go to, so they took me to another doctor to let me live with other ponies. He said they were special like me, but no pony there was like me at all. They didn't have a bubbles cutie mark. Some ponies had no cutie mark.

A long time later, I had grown up and they helped me find somewhere to live. I live in a little house far away from the other houses. I has to walk awhile to get to Ponyville. It makes me sad, but then I get happy when I remember that I can see a little bit of Ponyville from my window! But I spend a lot of time there cause I'm happy there. I know some ponies by name too!

I specially know Pinkie Pie, but Pinkie Pie knows everypony, so she knows me too. She's my friend now, but she says we're sisters, so she's my sister now. We play with Apple Bloom, and sometimes we like to make cupcakes and muffins. I specially love muffins. Pinkie Pie is teaching me to make muffins the best way, and it's so much fun! One of us takes out a little piece of paper from a jar that has a number of a pony in Ponyville, and then Pinkie Pie goes to get them and bring her to Sugarcube Corner. We play in the basement that Mr. and Mrs. Cake don't know about. But I don't tell cause I'm not a tattle tail. And if I told, I wouldn't be able to be with Pinkie and Apple Bloom anymore.

A couple days ago, Pinkie Pie said she hates my tiny house and says, "Come live with me, Derpy!"

So I go to live with Pinkie Pie. Sisters live together, right? Apple Bloom lives with Applejack, so I live with Pinkie Pie. I love her room because it reminds me of yummy cakes and candy. Pinkie Pie built another bed that stands on her bed!

But she says, "Derpy, you can sleep on the bottom bunk cause I don't want you to fall on accident."

I told her I could do it, and she let me, but then I fell and hurt my leg, so now I sleep on the bottom.

I'm so excited for today! We're going to make muffins and cupcakes, so I have a pony and Pinkie has a pony. Apple Bloom is at school, so it's just me and Pinkie Pie. She won't tell me who my pony is, but I can't wait to meet her! I hope she has a pretty cutie mark, cause I'm making a scarf out of the cutie marks I cut off of my ponies' flanks. And I'm gonna show Pinkie Pie how good I gotten at playing with them! And then I'll make the muffin mix all by myself and Pinkie will help me put them in the oven cause it's too hot.

Apple Bloom told us to leave her some, so I'm going to give her the biggest muffin I make, and Pinkie Pie is going to give her the cutie mark from her pony. Apple Bloom still doesn't have her own cutie mark, but I know she'll get it. She and Pinkie are so very nice to me, and they don't even talk slow to me. They make sure no pony calls me stupid or nothing cause I'm not stupid, I just don't understand so good.

When a pony calls me stupid, it makes me really wanna make muffins....

[askcmcarscrew]

Chapter 5: The Doll

Inside Ramone’s Fashion and Paint Shop

Ramone was sitting at his desk working on some new personality designs for his friends

...Sob sob...

Just then he heard someone crying and got up to take a look. He walked into the room to see Sweetie Belle sitting on the bed holding her legs close and crying.

Oh Sweetie. She’s been like this for 3 days straight.

Ramone thought for moment on rather he should try to talk to her now or wait for her to calm down a little. After a minute passed he decided to that this has gone on long enough and it’s time to see why she’s so upset.

There’s got to be more to it than just them being stuck here.

He walked inside and sat down next to her.

“Hey Sweetie is everything alright? You’ve been like this for a while now and I’m a little worried about you. Is there something that you would like to talk about. I’m sure you’ll feel a little better once you talk it out.”

She looked up at him with tear filled eyes.

“ Sniff...I...Sniff...I...Sniff…”

He picked her up and sat her on his lap gentle wrapping his arms around her in a comforting hug and she calmed down enough to talk.

“ T-This is all my fault...Sniff...We’re all stuck here because of me. I was the one who cast that spell that got us trapped here and...Sniff...and I have no idea how to get us back. I...I’m terrible with magic. I don’t know what I was doing, thinking that I could cast such a high leveled spell. I can’t even do a simple levitation spell right. Let alone a teleportation spell. I...Sniff...I was only trying to go to one corner of the room to another and I end up sending everyone to a whole new world. So far from home Applebloom and Scootaloo probably hate me…Sniff...And I wouldn’t blame them I messed up so bad.”

Ramone pulled her away just enough to look her in the eyes.

“Now Sweetie calm down. Applebloom and Scootaloo are your friends and they could never hate you. That’s not what friends do. No Sweetie friends forgive each other no matter how big or bad a mistake they make. Your friends will always love you no matter what happens. And besides don’t you remember it was Scootaloo’s idea to go to the library alone without an adult. And Applebloom did confess that she should have spoke up against this. You know very well none of this is all your fault. Your friends all admitted that they too made mistakes. Remember you’re still just a little kid and you’re going to make mistakes every now and then. It happens with everyone even me. You see one time I was helping out my mom at her shop. I was carrying more stuff than I thought I could and I ended up tripping over my loose shoelaces and everything that I was carrying went flying everywhere. A pin cushion that was on top knocked over my juice I had sitting on the edge of the counter and all the juice spilled all over the new dress my mom had just finished for a new client. I thought that she was going to be really mad at me. But she wasn’t you know why?”

Sweetie Belle shook her head

“Because it was an accident and my mom knew that I would never do something like that on purpose.”

She looks up at him then back down

“Sweetie. Do you understand now what I’m trying to say?”

She looked up at him nodding her head and giving him a small smile.

“ Yes. This isn’t my all my fault and I shouldn’t be blaming myself for it. Because I made a mistake just like everyone does. And I going to make more mistakes but I should never let them get to me. Because making mistakes is all a part of life.”

Ramone pulled her into a hug and a proud smile on his face

“That’s right Sweetie! Now you understand.”

She smiled at him, but it didn’t last long as another realization came to her mind and she started crying all over again. Ramone looked down at her

“Sweetie? What’s wrong now?” she kept her eyes closed

“Sniff Sniff Sob Sob Whimper...I...I miss her.”

Her?...oh.

“Your sister...Rarity?”

She nodded, thinking for a moment not sure how to help with this...then an idea popped into his head remembering something his mom did for him when he was a little kid.

“Hey Sweetie I think I've got something that will help.”

“What?”

“Why don’t you go on over to Flo’s for a bit and when you come back it’ll be done. Ok.”

“Ok.”

Though a bit confused Sweetie Belle wiped away her tears and left the shop and heading over to Flo’s cafe. Ramone headed back over to his desk and got started working. After drawing out the design Ramone picked out the softest material he has in white and purple, some stuffing, blue, white, black, and purple thread.

. . .

“Ramone I’m back.” Sweetie Belle walked back into the shop.

“I’m in here Sweetie. Come in I have a surprise for you.”

She stepped into his work room seeing Ramone standing next to his desk with both arms behind his back.

“Sooooo...You said you had a surprise for me.”

Rocking a bit on her heels she waited patiently for what Ramone has for her. After spending some time with everyone she started feeling a lot better. Ramone knelt down in front her with his arms still behind his back.

“First close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

She did so and Ramone took out what was behind his back and set the item in her hands.

“Ok open them.”

She opens her eyes and looked at the item in her hands.

“...”

It’s a doll that looks just like...Rarity! staring at the doll and at a complete loss for words Ramone took the chance to explain.

“You see when I was a little boy my mom often had to go on really long trips for fashion shows. And I missed her all the time while she was gone. One day when she had to leave for another show I tried everything that I could to get her to stay but nothing worked and I was really upset about it. So my mom made something special for me. A doll that looks like her and she said that whenever I was missing her all I had to do was look at that doll and think about all of the good times we had together and I was always reminded that she comes back. So even though I still missed her I always felt a little better while she was away all because I had that doll with me to let me know that she’d always come back. And I thought you needed the same thing. A little something to help you remember that even though you’re so far from home you know that you’ll always have someone who loves you and will always be with you no matter how far away they are.”

He waited for her reaction, still staring at the doll tears began to well up in her eyes.

“So...What do you think? Do you like it?”

She jumped into his arms hugging him tight tears streaming down her face

“I love it! Thank you! Thank you so much!”

He picked her up hugging her close.

“I know how it feels being so far away from someone you love it’s very hard and especially for someone at your age. You just need someone there to help you get through it all. And that’s why I’m here you know that if you ever need anything I’m always here for you.”

Tears falling down her face Sweetie Belle hugs him tighter

“Thank you so much Ramone...Sniff…I love you.”

“I love you too Sweetie.”

[doublel27]

Thank you for this. I’ve seen some interesting takes and been curious after I enjoyed watching my silly disaster queers romp. Especially as going into it, I had seen a lot of Nick deserved better posts and then the instant I actually watched episode one I was like: Nick is wildly unethical and inappropriate and a little bit of a stalker. I mean, Mark is such a cutie pie that he still looks somewhat innocent, but like, Nick is unhinged.

Which is to say, while having not experienced this live in this fandom, I have experienced this in other fan spaces.

I feel like there is…something I have noticed the closer fannish spaces feel to the creators through social media, form parasocial relationships with actors, and the more we lose a space for solid analysis/discourse, the more people have EXPECTATIONS in all capital letters. And sometimes when those are not met, especially if it impinges upon an actor/character a person is very attached to, I feel like it can create a wild response that has nothing to do with the textual reality of what is happening in the text. Especially in a text that’s released in installments which gives people a chance to set new expectations between every part that very well may never be met because that wasn’t where the text was actually going.

I also feel there’s been a loss of nuance over time that has added to this. Particularly around issues that people already have sensitivities with: drug/alcohol abuse, sex/cheating, arguments in a relationship. Which leads to certain characters getting demonized over others. I’ve also seen this in numerous fandoms and it’s really sad.

And like specifically how that has fannish implications around any character that is less than perfect or doesn’t apologize correctly when they mess up or doesn’t have the words to process their problems with partners/friends in therapy speak when some of these characters have never considered therapy.

It’s the mess that allows them to grow and change as characters. And there’s not a right way to grow and fix your problems. These characters from Only Friends could have solved 85% of all of their issues through better communication and boundaries, but they didn’t, because of their own insecurities, hang ups and personal mess.

And that doesn’t mean you have to like them, but at least hate characters for valid reasons.

It’s funny that the two main couples ending up together makes it not queer media when I’ve got so many queer weddings under my belt in western queer media or death, so you know. I prefer this ending in committee relationships.

Only Friends reminded me a lot of Queer as Folk US, and I say that knowing I am a western viewer and that’s probably an oversimplification. But the Boston/Nick relationship reminded me a lot of Brian/Justin, where you have a younger character(Nick feels young) obsessed/stalk a very promiscuous, not interested in relationships man. And the textual treatment of Boston where all of his friends shamed him for his slutty ways and the fannish need to excuse adorable Nick for his stalking crimes, felt very in line with 2000s QaF(US), and when you consider that while the TV landscape was wildly different (2000s us vs current Thai), the political realm for queer people in 2000 US was not super far from current Thailand (marriage equality, trans rights to change birth certificate etc). As does Ray’s crush on Mew remind me very tangentially of Michael’s crush on Brian (different glomming on reasons but glomming on all the same). And both main couples ended up married at the end of the show that was considered the flagship queer show in the US.

All that to say, a show is not just the text of the show but the wider context of the media landscape, the production team, the reference material, the cultural mores (I just watched Perth Nakhun talk about My Engineer and the ways that some things that international fans label toxic are considered normal in Thai culture) and the political and social context. And then on top of that, being able to separate the text from yourself, and not feel that you are owed what you expected.

But that’s a lot of silly rambling to say thank you for answering my ask, even if I didn’t live it with this I have lived it in many others, and allowing me to ramble back at you as I have joined this space in the after. 💜

Okay, now I wanna know more about this tag. It’s been haunting me since this morning (as someone who watched and enjoyed after the fact).

honestly it’s hard to explain if you didn’t experience it, but while the show was airing there were some absolutely BONKERS takes going around to the point it genuinely made me wonder if we were watching the same show. like namely a lot of the out there ones were coming from f*rceb*ok stans, but there were some that persisted from people that were pretty neutral on ships and just tried to come off as being super great at analysis but it was so odd.

like we had people claiming mew and top never played games with each other and that they weren’t toxic at all, people thinking sand was like genuinely still into boeing, people that thought ray blowing up at sand after finding out about the deal with his dad was because he viewed sand as an object, people that thought nick was totally innocent and that boston was the actual devil despite everyone else doing the exact same shit he did in their own ways. also people that said it wasn’t real queer media because sandray and topmew ended up together which was like ?? huh

like there were so many people watching that show just half paying attention or trying to make fanfiction out of the show and calling it canon and it absolutely boggles my mind. like SO MANY people left that show angry/pissed and still hold grudges against and i’m just like. well maybe if you actually took the show for what it was instead of coming up with things that didn’t exist and expecting an outcome based on that it wouldn’t have been so disappointing

[genshinluvr]

Crave 3

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader, Itto x Isekai'd!Reader, Xiao x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: After Itto had carried you out of the bathhouse, it was now Itto's turn to show you what it's like to actually have sex (no offense to the other men). After Itto had wrecked your insides, and you struggled to walk, Xiao assists you to your room! A notebook catches Xiao's eyes and his curiosity got the best of him, only for him to find himself balls deep inside of you.

Note: This part won't be a threesome like how it was for Zhongli and Diluc. Xiao and Itto will get their own separate smut in this part instead. Some smuts for the men will be different from each other. Either it's a threesome or just one on one kind of smut. I can throw in a foursome, but I don't know how that will work out LMAO ☠️ As previously stated in Parts one and two of Crave, I tried to keep the smut as gender-neutral as possible. Still, this smut (and every other smut I have written on this blog so far) does lean more towards AFAB!Reader/female-bodied reader. Minors, DO NOT INTERACT! To my new and returning readers, I post on AO3 as well, so if you have an AO3 and see a work similar to this, it's me (Aaliah_exo on AO3). I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Horribly written smut, Itto spits in the reader's mouth, Itto has a monstrous cock (are we surprised? The man is an oni for archon's sake), cum eating, oral (reader receiving), cervix fucking, mating press, Itto leaving claw marks on the reader's thighs, slight breeding kink, soft dom!Xiao (idk if it's soft dom!Xiao, but it's dom!Xiao either way), hair pulling, biting

Word Count: 9.9k

Crave "Chapters": [1], [2], [3], [4], [5], [6], [7]

Itto kicks his bedroom door open, causing the wooden door to fly open and slam against the wall. You yelped and held onto Itto tightly, afraid that the door was going to fly back to your face. Itto grabs you by your waist before tossing you onto his king-sized bed. You attempt to cover your naked body with one of his blankets, only for Itto to yank it off of you completely. You shuddered at the cool air brushing against your nipples, causing them to harden up. You feel your face become red when you see Itto’s eyes scanning each and every part of your naked body. His red-yellow eyes took in the sight in front of him hungrily. Itto’s tongue darts out of his mouth, licking his lips hungrily as he gets on his bed and crawls towards you like a lion stalking its prey.

“My, my! You’re looking very delicious right now.” Itto purrs, his large hands running up your legs, causing you to shiver at the feeling of his hands rubbing your legs gently. Itto lightly squeezes both of your thighs with a tiny smirk on his face.

“Itto! We shouldn’t be doing this right now! I’m still tired from what happened earlier today.” You whined softly, feeling your body tense up when Itto’s hands got closer to your groin. You squeezed your eyes shut when Itto began to poke and prod your sullied entrance. Itto hums to himself before slowly sticking his right index finger into your hole, causing you to tense up at the sudden intrusion.

“I-Itto!” You whimpered as Itto started to finger your heat, causing you to become wet. Well, you couldn’t tell if your entrance was wet from Itto’s doing or if it was from your and Childe’s mixed cum that was still inside of you. You feel your face heat up when the sound of squelching fills Itto’s bedroom, causing your face to become red.

“Aw, look who’s becoming shy!” Itto laughs, his left hand reaching up to caress your face in his hands. A soft smile appears on his face, “No need to get all shy around me now, cutie. I’m just getting started.” He purrs, leaning his face down before burying his face into the crook of your neck. You let out a small gasp when you feel Itto’s warm, wet tongue lapping at your neck. As Itto is licking and sucking on the skin of your neck, Itto continues to plunge his large, thick fingers into your heat. You felt a sharp prick in your neck, causing you to let out a surprised yelp and whine.

“Itto! Did you just bite me!?” You whined, attempting to push him off of you. Itto hums against your neck, licking the area where he had bitten you before pulling away from you. You can see faint traces of blood on his lips and jaws. Itto flashes you a toothy grin before wiping his mouth with the back of his hands.

“You know, I don’t really like that you still have another man’s cum inside of you,” Itto states, putting both of his hands on his hips as he looks down at your cum-filled hole. Itto presses his lips together before saying, “I’m going to scoop it out of ya.” Itto states, catching you off guard.

“You’re going to what!?” You squeaked, looking up at the tall oni in complete shock, pressing your legs together on instinct.

“I’m going to scoop it out of you! What’s so hard to process?” Itto asks, raising an eyebrow at you before he sits down in front of you. Itto parts your legs with his left hand before reaching down to your groin, lightly rubbing it before inserting his index finger into you. Itto curls his finger inside of you, causing you to squeak and arch your back. You couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes shut tightly as Itto continued to plunge and curl his fingers up inside of you. Itto then inserts another finger into your sopping hole, stretching you even more. A strained gasp and whine leave your mouth, causing Itto to fasten the pace. You gritted your teeth and held onto Itto’s wrists while he hit all of the right spots with his index and middle finger. After what felt like a long time, Itto has finally pulled his fingers out from your entrance.

Itto lifts his cum covered hands up to your lips, “Suck.” Itto ordered, waiting for you to suck on his fingers. You gulped and opened your mouth slowly; Itto smirked before pushing his fingers into your mouth, almost touching your uvula, causing you to jolt and gag on his fingers. Tears pricked your eyes while your lips trembled around Itto’s fingers. You begin to slowly suck on Itto’s fingers, almost visibly cringing at the taste of your and Childe’s combined cum on your tongue. You never understood how people could willingly swallow human bodily fluids. You had to fight back the urge to spit the substance out of your mouth, continuing to suck and lick Itto’s cum covered fingers.

“Oh, there’s still some left in you.” Itto murmurs, pulling his fingers out from your mouth before inserting the two fingers into your warm cavern, curling both of his fingers up inside of you before slowly pulling his fingers out. You let out a loud “ow!” startling Itto. 

He looks up at you with wide eyes before asking, “What’s wrong?! What happened?!” Your face contorted in pain, your hand hovering over the area where Itto had accidentally jabbed you.

“You accidentally poked my insides really hard with your pointy nails.” You squeaked, slowly cracking your eyes open to look at the oni in front of you. Itto’s eyes widened in fear, quickly pulling his fingers out of you, causing you to squeal at the sensation.

“Here, quickly suck on my fingers. I’m going to do something.” Itto says. 

You give Itto a wary look before complying. You grabbed Itto’s wrists and put his fingers into your mouth, sucking and licking the cum off of his fingers while he knelt in front of your spread legs. Itto’s face gets close to your hole, and he grabs you by the waist with one hand before pulling you towards the edge of the bed. 

Before you could ask Itto was he was going to do, you were cut off by letting out a sharp, surprised gasp when Itto buried his face between your legs. Itto’s index and middle finger fall out of your mouth. Itto grabs your hips with both of his hands, pulling you much closer to his face, almost smothering him. Itto flattens his tongue on your entrance before poking and prodding your hole with the tip of his tongue. Itto was eating you out as if he hadn’t eaten anything in days. Itto was swirling his tongue, licking stripes up and down your entrance, slurping up your juices. You had your hands buried in Itto’s hair, pulling and tangling your fingers in his white hair as he continued to lick and slurp up your essence. Itto’s fangs brush against the small bud lightly, causing you to jerk underneath him.

“Oh? What is this?” Itto asks, pulling away from you and poking the small ball of nerves. You whimpered and jolted at the feeling. Itto gets off from the ground and wipes his mouth with his hands, “As much as I would like to make you burst and see the stars with my amazing oral skills, I need to be inside of you immediately, or else I’ll go crazy!” Itto says, giving you a seductive smirk.

Itto starts taking off the spikes, his fingerless gloves, his belt, and his coat. Halfway through undressing, Itto was beginning to struggle to take the other accessories off of his body. You can see frustration starting to grow the more time goes by. Itto groans and rolls his eyes, and before you could even process what was going on, Itto starts tearing and ripping the complicated accessories off his body.

“Itto! You didn’t need to rip them off!” You squeaked, looking at the oni in front of you with wide eyes. Itto ignores your comment as he continues to tear at every piece of clothing and accessory that was once worn on his body. The more Itto pulled these items off of his body, the more skin was exposed. You couldn’t help but admire the marking on Itto’s body; it makes him look even more attractive than he already was. You felt yourself almost salivating at the gorgeous and breathtaking sight in front of you. The last thing that Itto took off was his boxers with mini onikabuto patterns on them; just seeing them almost made you giggle to yourself.

“Archons, you’re so effortlessly cute.” You think to yourself, eyes scanning his almost naked body with hunger. Sure, your organs were rearranged by Childe moments ago and by Zhongli and Diluc the day before; you’re looking forward to seeing what Itto has in store for you. You’re both titillated and nervous because of the enormous bulge in his boxers. What could he be hiding underneath those onikabuto patterned boxers of his?

“Well, I’m obviously not going to rip my most favorite boxers,” Itto says jokingly. You giggled softly and watched Itto slowly pull down his boxers. Once Itto’s boxers pool around his ankles, Itto’s dick springs up and slaps up against his abs. Your eyes grew twice the size at the sight of Itto’s erect cock. Dear archons, that thing is HUGE! There was no way in hell his dick would be able to fit inside of you without ripping you apart! Just when you thought that Foul Legacy has a massive dick, Itto outdid the Foul Legacy. Then again, the sex with Foul Legacy was just a wet dream—a very vivid one, at that.

Not only was Itto’s cock lengthy, but it was also girthy. That thing would stretch you and probably tear you apart if the two of you weren’t careful with putting it inside of you. You just know that it will hurt going in the first few minutes, but it’ll feel so good once you’ve adjusted to the size and when Itto is plunging in and out of you.

“Are you ready for your insides to be obliterated?” Itto asks; a smirk appears on his face while he is tapping and rubbing his member between your legs. You feel yourself clench around nothing while you squeeze your eyes shut. Even though Itto has somewhat prepped you for the impending penetration, you couldn’t help but worry that he would wreck your insides just by putting the tip of his penis inside of you.

“Obliterated!? What do you mean by— ack!” You choke on your words when you feel the tip of Itto’s dick poking your entrance, preparing to breach inside of you.

“Try not to squeeze, or else I won’t be able to enter.” Itto grunts, gradually sinking his long, fat cock inside of you. You let out a loud wail, your hands clawing at Itto’s biceps, unintentionally clenching around his dick. Itto groans loudly, his nails digging into your waist as he slowly thrusts his cock into you, sinking into you inch by inch.

“Itto! It’s too much! It’s too much!” You whined, fresh tears pooling around your eyes, slowly cascading down your flushed cheeks. You clench your jaws, your eyes shut tightly, your thighs tensing up every time Itto sinks further into your heat. “It hurts! You’re too big!” You screeched loudly when Itto sent a sharp thrust. You gasp loudly, wrapping your arms around Itto’s broad shoulders tightly. 

“Come on, cutie! You can do it; the tip only made it inside.” Itto moans, tightening his drip on your hipbone so tightly that you’re sure that it’ll bruise very soon. The bruise wasn’t on your mind at that very moment; the only thing you could think about was Itto’s trying to bury his massive cock deep inside of your sopping wet hole. “F-Fuck!” Itto stutters, burying his cock further into you. Your thighs were trembling at the feeling of Itto’s monstrous member sinking deeper and deeper into your entrance.

“Baby, stop clenching! Relax.” Itto grunts; he pins you to his massive bed, his arms caging you against his bed, his chest hovering above your face. You let out a series of whines and yelps as Itto lightly thrusts inside of you, hoping that the gentle thrusts will help loosen you up a bit for him to slip inside of you to the hilt of his dick. “Come on, baby, relax. It’ll be okay. I know it hurts. Just, please, relax.” Itto pants propping himself up with his hands, he looks down at you. 

The sight of you laying on his bed, sprawled out, flustered, teary-eyed, whimpering, and occasionally moaning, did something to him. Itto feels blood rushing to his cock, causing him to harden even more. You froze when you felt Itto harden inside of you; you look up at the oni with wide eyes, speechless. Without thinking, Itto grabs onto both of your legs, lifts them, and pushes them back. You bit down on your lips and covered your mouth to prevent you from moaning too loudly. Itto has your left and right leg pinned beside your head on the bed, leaving your cock stuffed entrance on full display for Itto to see.

“You have no idea how hot you look right now, baby.” Itto purrs, licking his canines while giving you a wolfish grin. “Brace yourself.” Itto states. You blink up at Itto, trying to process what he had just said to you. What did he mean by ‘brace yourself?’

“Wait, Itto— FUCK! ITTO!” You screamed, clawing at his muscular back when he plunged his huge dick into your entrance, his hips pressing down against yours. You subconsciously reached up to Itto’s horns and grabbed onto you, catching him off guard. Itto lets out a loud moan, bucking his hips against yours with a forceful thrust; your jaws fall open, letting out a silent scream when the bulbous tip of his cock reaches the deepest part inside of you, hitting that sweet spot.

“Oh! Fuck!” You whimpered, tightening your grip on Itto’s horns. 

A mix between a groan and a growl rumbles deep within Itto’s chest. Your legs were beginning to turn numb from having it pinned beside your head on the bed, causing your thighs to become sore. “Itto! Move!” You kick your legs in the air. Itto pants against your ears, and his chest is rising up and down at a rapid pace. Itto completely forgot to tell you that his horns are very sensitive, and it makes him even more hornier (hehe, get it?) than he already was. You grabbing onto those horns of his is causing his cock to harden even more inside of you— if it was even possible.

“Oh, I’ll definitely move.” Itto grits his teeth. Itto slowly props himself up with both of his hands before he begins to thrust in and out of your entrance. At first, it started off at a slow pace, giving you some time to adjust to Itto’s lengthy and girthy cock. Every time Itto thrusts into you, you feel the fat tip of his dick hit that spot inside of you that causes your vision to black out while stars temporarily dance behind your closed eyelids.

“You’re.” Thrust. “So.” Thrust. “Tight!” Itto slams his cock deep inside of you. A loud wail rips from your throat, your left hand clawing down his muscular back while your right hand has a firm grip on his left horn. “Baby, don’t flex! You need to relax, or else it’ll hurt you even more.” Itto grunts. His right hand was reaching down to your pubic bone before gently massaging the area. Your breathing was labored as you tried to force yourself to relax and not tense around Itto. You feel your body beginning to relax slowly, your thighs becoming limp in Itto’s hold.

“There you go.” Itto coos, reaching up to the hand that was grabbing ahold of one of his horns. Itto held onto your hand, intertwining your fingers with his before pressing a delicate kiss on your knuckles.

“Itto, it still hurts.” You whisper, squeezing his hands tightly as you bite down on your trembling lips. You don’t think you can last any longer; you feel like you are going to burst if Itto continues to be inside of you. Itto coos softly; he leans down and starts pressing gentle kisses on your face, causing you to crack a smile. Even during a very intimate moment, Itto never fails to make you feel loved.

“It’s okay, baby. It’ll all go away soon once I start moving.” Itto says, pressing one last kiss on your forehead before pulling away from you. At first, Itto starts off with a slow pace. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head every time Itto hit that one spot inside of you, causing you to tighten around his cock. With every passing minute, every time Itto plunges in and out of your hole, you feel yourself beginning to adjust to Itto’s size. The pain and discomfort melted away and were replaced by the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. Soon enough, loud moans and labored pants replaced the sounds of your whimpers and yelps.

“Harder, Itto! Harder!” You panted, lightly tapping on his biceps with trembling hands. Itto looks down at you with wide eyes, staring at you in astonishment. Slowly halting his thrusts, his chest heaving with every breath he takes.

“Baby, you don’t know what you’re asking for.” Itto laughs. You were about to ask Itto what he meant but was interrupted by Itto pulling his cock all the way out until only the bulbous tip of his cock was still inside of you. He gives you a quick wink before slamming his cock back inside of you. Your eyes widened and let out a strangled gasp when Itto plunged into your sopping wet hole, the fat tip of his cock kissing your cervix. Itto almost blacked out at the immense pleasure he felt, gripping onto your hips so tightly. Itto starts to claw at your thighs while hammering into your entrance. With each powerful thrust, your body would shoot up the bed, almost slamming the top of your head to the wooden headboard of Itto’s bed. You placed both of your hands on the wooden headboard to prevent yourself from getting your head repeatedly slammed on the headboard.

“Itto, Itto! Slow down! My head is going to hit the headboard!” You squealed, your eyes screwed shut. 

Itto slowly stops his thrusts before letting out a snort. Itto pulls you off the bed and lifts you up into his arms, and he grabs both of your legs wrapped around his waist. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and situate yourself in his arms before he continues to ram himself up into your hot entrance. You squealed, grabbing onto his long hair tightly, your face nestling up where his neck and shoulder meet. 

Itto wraps both of his arms around your waist and starts to slam you down onto his cock; your arms were almost flailing all over the place with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against one another, your moans and gasps, Itto’s deep groans and growls echo in his bedroom. The room was hot and humid; the smell of sex and sweat lingered in the air, your and Itto’s breath mixing. 

Itto grabs you by your chin before slamming his lips against yours. You tangled your fingers into Itto’s hair, kissing Itto back. Itto slips his tongue into your mouth while pistoning his colossal cock into your entrance, his pace never faltering one bit. Itto quickly breaks the kiss and pulls his dick completely out of you, causing you to let out a whine. 

Before you could protest, Itto tosses you back on his bed, flips you over on your stomach, yanks you to the edge of his bed, and positions you on all fours with your ass facing him. Itto licks his lips at the sight. You were about to turn your head back to ask Itto why he suddenly pulled out when you were rudely interrupted.

SMACK!

“Itto!” You squealed, your head falling between your arms. Your right ass cheek was stinging from the sharp slap that Itto had placed upon your soft cheeks. You grumbled incoherent words to yourself. Itto grabs you by your hair before ramming his cock back into your entrance. You screeched at the sudden feeling of his cock penetrating deep inside of you. You unintentionally clenched around Itto’s cock, causing the oni to growl. 

Itto tightens his grip around your hair before he starts pounding into you at an unimaginable speed. You shut your eyes tightly, your eyebrows furrowing in pleasure, your mouth agape, your tongue rolling out of your mouth, and your eyes roll to the back of your skull. You didn’t even know what you were seeing behind your eyes anymore. 

Your vision would briefly turn white with each hard thrust; you would see stars in your behind your eyelids each time the mushroom tip of Itto’s dick repeatedly kissed your cervix. You can feel yourself coming to an end, and your lower abdomen was starting to tighten while your hole was sucking Itto in each time he pulled out, wrapping around his cock so tightly that it was almost impossible for Itto to pull out.

“Fuck, baby! It seems like you don’t want me to leave at all.” Itto lets out a breathless laugh. He leans over you and wraps an arm around your naked torso while the other hand plants on the bed. “I’m going to put a baby in you.” He whispers, causing your eyes to widen. Your entrance pulses around Itto’s member, making him hiss lightly. “Looks like someone likes the idea of me breeding them.” Itto coos, planting a kiss on your cheeks while thrusting into your warm hole, craving for the feeling of Itto painting your insides white with his thick cum. Itto pulls on your hair; his thrust was becoming erratic, his chest rumbling with a snarl, his eyebrows furrowing with focus.

“Fuck, baby! I’m going to cum.” Itto groans, slamming your waist back against his cock. You release a loud moan when the tight rope in your lower abdomen snaps, causing you to tighten around Itto’s cock and cover his dick with your cum. Itto moans into your shoulders, his face burying into your shoulder blades as he releases thick ropes of cum inside of you, painting your walls white with his spunk. You whimpered at the feeling of his hot seed spilling inside of you and beginning to leak out of your entrance and slide down your sweaty thighs.

You waited for Itto to pull out, but he remained inside of you. Realization hits you in the face when you notice that Itto’s cum continues to fill you up. You turn your head to look at Itto with wide eyes, “Are you still cumming inside of me!?” You squeaked.

“That was the best and hottest sex I’ve ever had! Of course, I’m going to be cumming a lot when I had the best person to fuck.” Itto says, slapping your ass cheeks lightly. You jolt at the feeling of Itto’s palms meeting your sore buttcheeks. You groaned and let your head fall on the mattress while Itto’s cum continued to fill you up and spill out of you and onto the bed. Itto grunts when he slowly pulls out of you; you whimpered at the sudden emptiness. You collapsed on Itto’s bed, the feeling of exhaustion hitting you like a train.

“You tried me out, Itto.” You breathed. Itto snorts and plops down beside you, pulling you against his bare chest and wraps his arms around your waist, snuggling up against you.

“I would say the same thing, but I’m an oni, and we have pretty high stamina!” Itto says, pressing his lips against your shoulder. You mumbled to yourself, letting yourself get comfortable in Itto’s arms. You feel yourself start to slowly drift off to sleep as your eyelids grow heavier and heavier. Itto gradually adjusts you in his arms, having you rest your head on his biceps while clinging onto this forearm. A shy smile appears on Itto’s face; he brushes your hair away from your face, pressing a kiss on your temples before reaching over to grab a pillow to lay his head on. Itto tightens his grip around you before drifting off to sleep beside you.

The next day, when you woke up from your sleep, your entire body was sore, especially between your thighs and the area where Itto had spanked you and bit you. You yawned and stretched your legs and arms out, almost letting out a moan when doing so. You scratched your head and slowly sat up on Itto’s bed, only to plop back down. Your limbs felt like jelly, and you could hardly get yourself to sit up without wanting to collapse. You hear the door open; your eyes dart over to the entrance of Itto’s bedroom.

“Morning, sunshine! Everyone is waiting for you downstairs for breakfast. I quickly went over to your room to grab something to wear before bringing you to the dining room.” Itto sang, trotting over to where you lay happily. He tosses your undergarments and an oversized t-shirt, catching you by surprise.

“I don’t remember owning an oversized t-shirt.” You said, holding up the plain white shirt while looking at Itto with a questionable look.

“Of course, it’s not yours! It’s mine, and you’ll be wearing it downstairs!” Itto gives you a broad smile and lightly ruffles your bedhead.

“Since when did you wear shirts? You’re usually shirtless most of the time.” You sighed, slowly getting off the bed. Your knees automatically lock beneath you, causing you to crash to the ground. Since Itto was within reach, he was able to catch you before you could meet the floor of his bedroom.

“I do have shirts! I just choose not to wear them!” Itto says, rolling his eyes playfully before helping you sit at the corner of his bed. “Are you okay?” He asks, looking down at you worriedly.

“I’m okay, Itto! I’m a bit sore from yesterday, and my legs feel like jelly.” You answer, looking away from Itto shyly while heat was creeping up your neck and face.

“I’ll carry you to the bathroom, and whatever you need me to assist you with, I’d be happy to help!” Itto says, kissing the top of your head.

You sighed in relief and gave Itto a small smile, “Thank you, Itto! I really appreciate it.” Itto lifts you up and carries you to the bathroom that was connected to his bedroom. 

After Itto had set you down on the edge of the bathtub, Itto left the bathroom to give you some privacy. You quickly did all of your business in the bathroom— used the toilet, took a shower, scrubbed your body from head to toe while being careful around the areas where Itto had bitten you and clawed at your thighs. 

You can see bruises blooming at your waist from how tightly Itto was holding onto your waist while wrecking your insides. After your brief shower (it was actually almost 30 minutes long because of how many times you nearly collapsed in the shower due to your legs feeling like gelatin), you dried off your body with a fluffy towel. You put on your undergarments, then the oversized t-shirt that belongs to Itto. You didn’t bother drying your hair after brushing it, so you opened the bathroom door, only to see Itto waiting for you on his bed. You noticed that Itto had changed his bedsheets, and the previous bedsheet was tossed into the hamper, waiting to be washed and cleaned.

“Need me to carry you downstairs?” Itto asks, getting up from his bed before walking over to where you stood. You think for a moment. At the same time, you’re shy about having Itto carry you down the stairs for breakfast where the other men are waiting, but you can’t go down the stairs, or even walk for that matter, without your legs giving out on you. If you were to walk to the dining room on your own without Itto’s assistance, you would topple down the stairs before your feet could touch the first step of the stairs. 

“Yes, please! I don’t think I’ll be able to walk out of this room without falling or stumbling all over the place!” Itto crouch down in front of you with his back facing your direction. You hopped onto Itto’s back and wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. Itto holds onto both of your legs before standing up straight; he adjusts you on his back before looking at you over his shoulders. “Hold on tight. We wouldn’t want you to fall and hurt yourself.” You nod your head and tighten your grip around Itto.

Itto walks over to his bedroom door and grabs onto the door handle before twisting the knob. You felt your heart beginning to hammer against your chest when Itto steps out of the room with you on his back. The more Itto walked down the stairs, the more nervous you got. The week hasn’t even gone by, and yet here you are, fucked by four out of fifteen men so far. It was like you have a checklist on who you’re going to fuck with next. I mean, maybe you do, perhaps you don’t! Even if you were to have a list of who you want to fuck next (you don’t), that “list” will get rearranged in a different order with random pairs you’d never imagine to be in the same room doing the same scandalous things. Man, imagine if the citizens of Teyvat knew what was going on behind the closed doors of the abode. They would be clutching their Sango pearls in shock and horror.

“Gentlemen! I have arrived with [Y/N]!” Itto announces once he steps foot into the dining room with you on his back. You peeked from Itto’s shoulders shyly, praying that no one heard you and Itto yesterday.

“Oh, [Y/N]! How was your sleep?” Venti asks, giving you a cheerful smile as he takes a sip from his glass cup. You’re assuming that he’s drinking alcohol again. He’s a bit chipper today as well, a little bit chipper than he usually is.

“I actually slept pretty well, surprisingly.” You reply nervously, getting off of Itto after he squatted down beside an empty chair at the dining table. You presumed that this is where you’ll be sitting for breakfast. You pulled the chair out from under the table and quickly sat down on the chair before your legs could magically become gelatin and cause you to fall to the ground in front of everyone. Yeah, the men witnessing you being weak to the knees because of Itto will surely make them upset.

“Yeah, I bet you slept well all because of me!” Childe says, a smirk appearing on his face as he leans back in his seat with his arms over his chest.

“But were you the one that was able to get [Y/N] to scream at the top of their lungs so loud that it startled the fowls and boars?” Diluc asks, raising an eyebrow at Childe.

“Can we not talk about this while we’re eating?” Scaramouche deadpans, stabbing the pancake in front of him with the knife and fork.

“Seriously, I just want to be able to eat breakfast without people talking about how loud I was.” You grumbled, grabbing your fork and knife before cutting into the pancake that Thoma had made for you. While you were slicing your pancake and taking a small bite out of them, you couldn’t help but feel like there were eyes staring holes right into you. You slowly bite down on the slice of pancakes and lift your head up, only to see the men staring at you closely. Their eyes zeroed in on this one specific area on your neck. You pulled the fork out of your mouth, chewed on the pancake, and swallowed the pancake while looking around you quizically. You reached for your cloth napkin and lightly wiped your lips with it, hoping that your sudden movement would snap them out of their daydream, but it didn’t seem to be working one bit.

“What are you guys staring at?” You spoke up.

“What is that on your neck?” Dainsleif asks, leaning forward in his seat slightly as he squints his eyes to get a much closer look at your neck.

“What is what on my—” You reached your hand up and placed it over the spot that the others were looking at. You winced when your hand made contact with that particular area. “— neck.” You blinked, lightly tracing your fingers over the same spot again. Xiao leans over the table to get a closer look; his eyes darken before he slowly turns over to Itto and the rest of the men.

“A bite mark,” Xiao states, looking over at Itto with a glare.

“A bite mark!?” Zhongli asks, his eyes widening at Xiao’s statement before glancing over at Itto, who was smiling sheepishly while rubbing the back of his neck; the color pink dusting his cheeks was slowly creeping up to his ears.

“You bit [Y/N]!?” Thoma gasps, his mouth agape from shock.

“Well, yeah! Who wouldn’t want to mark up this cutie?” Itto says, reaching over to you and lightly pinching your cheeks with a smile on his face.

“I thought we all agreed not to mark [Y/N] up since they belong to all of us.” Kaeya sighs softly, propping his head up on the table with his right arm, his eyebrow raised at the oni.

“Oh, I assumed that marking [Y/N] meant branding them.” Itto laughs. You stared at Itto in horror, then looked at the others with wide eyes.

“Come on, Itto! You know that some of us are possessive over [Y/N].” Gorou says, looking at Scaramouche, Zhongli, Childe, and Ayato from the corners of his eyes.

“Possessive, you say?” Ayato hums softly. A fake smile appears on Ayato’s face; if anyone were to look at Ayato very closely, they could barely tell that Ayato was clenching his jaws. Underneath his gloves, Ayato’s knuckles were turning white from how hard he was squeezing his fist shut on his biceps.

“I believe that this type of conversation is best to be discussed after breakfast.” Albedo hums, chewing on his almost cold pancakes.

“I agree with Albedo on this one. We wouldn’t want utensils to be flying at anyone’s head during breakfast, now, do we?” Baizhu asks, raising an eyebrow at the men around him.

“It would be a tragedy if someone were to lose their eyeball during breakfast,” Kazuha murmurs, sipping on his tea alongside Zhongli.

You sighed dramatically and rested your head back on the chair. Again, even if you were to sleep with everyone in the abode, it doesn’t stop the possessiveness these men hold. You wouldn’t be surprised if someone ends up putting a collar on you with the words “PROPERTY OF ______ ♡” on the back of the charm. Needless to say, breakfast was pretty awkward, and the silence almost suffocated you. Occasionally, the men would ask you questions here and there about whether you were enjoying breakfast, or they would ask you what you planned on doing today.

“I think I’m going to rest for today. I’m really tired and really sore.” The fourteen men shoot a glare over at Itto for a brief moment before looking back at you. “Since I showered today already, I’ll be resting in my room with a book or something.” You answered, finishing your last bite of pancake.

“That’s good to hear! As long as you let yourself rest and not overexert yourself, you should be fine!” Thoma says, getting up from his seat before grabbing your plate along with his. Before you could protest, Thoma had already disappeared into the kitchen with both of your dishes and utensils.

“Do you want me to get you any pain medication to help ease your pain of any kind?” Baizhu asks softly, placing his left hand over your right hand. The thirteen men narrowed their eyes at Baizhu’s hand, almost glaring holes into them.

“I don’t know.” You said, slumping down in your seat with a defeated sigh. “If there’s any medication that can help ease the soreness, then that would be great. But I hope that it won’t be too much of a hassle.” You murmured.

“Oh, [Y/N]. Helping you out is never a hassle.” Baizhu gives you a smile; he brushes your hair away from your face before standing up. “I will be heading down to Bubu Pharmacy very soon to get you medication to help with any aches and pains. Although I believe that there should be some pain medication left in the medicine cabinets.” Baizhu murmurs, disappearing into the kitchen with his plate in his hands.

“Do you want me to assist you to your bedroom?” Xiao asks, appearing beside you in thin air, startling you a little bit.

“Yes, please!” You give him a grateful smile before slowly getting up from your seat. Xiao has his arms wrapped around your waist while your left arm is tossed over his shoulders. You and Xiao ignored the other men’s grumbles before heading up the stairs to your bedroom. Each step you took was almost agonizing. You let out a strained whimper, pausing in your steps, almost collapsing down the stairs. If it weren’t for Xiao, you would’ve fallen down the stairs already.

“I guess I went a little bit too rough on [Y/N].” Itto laughs nervously, almost shrinking in his seat when the men glared at him.

“A little too rough on [Y/N]?” Venti asks, looking at Itto skeptically.

“I think you took the term ‘rearrange their guts’ too seriously, Itto,” Albedo says, stroking his chin with his thumb and index finger. 

“He might have done way more than rearrange their guts,” Kazuha mutters, getting up from his seat abruptly, grabbing his empty plate before walking into the kitchen where Baizhu and Thoma are at.

“Are you sure you can make it up to your room on your feet?” Xiao asks, looking down at you worriedly. “I can carry you to your room if you’d like for me to do so.” Xiao offers, tucking your hair behind your ears.

“Considering I can barely make it up the stairs without feeling pain, I might as well take up on your offer.” You said softly, looking up at Xiao with those doe-like eyes of yours. 

Xiao gulps before anxiously picking you up bridal style, causing you to let out a soft squeak. You wrap both of your arms around Xiao’s shoulders as he marched up the stairs, carrying you up the stairs as if you weighed like nothing. 

Once the two of you make it to your bedroom, Xiao lightly kicks your bedroom door open and carries you inside of your room. Xiao placed you down on your bed and walked over to your window, opening the blinds to let some sunlight into your room. You leaned over to your nightstand and grabbed a new book you started reading not too long ago. At first, you assumed that Xiao would leave your room after he was able to bring you to your bedroom safely, but he remains in your room. While you were leaning up against your bed with your back propped up on tons of pillows and plushies, Xiao walked around your room to get a much closer look at your bedroom decor. Plushies that were gifted to you lined up on various shelves, books on mini shelves that were nailed to the wall, pictures of you and the men at the beach, Windblume festival, Lantern Rite festival, and the Irodori festival hung on the wall near your desk.

On your desk was a small open journal with writings and sketches in it. A small picture frame sat on your desk; it was a selfie of you and the fifteen men behind you. They were utterly knocked out asleep while you were sticking your tongue out at the camera with a cheeky smile on your face. Xiao slowly walks over to your desk and picks up the picture frame, and notices a much smaller image in the corner. It was a photo of you and Xiao, completely knocked out on the hammock together. You were laying on his chest, face nestled into the crook of his neck, his arms were wrapped around your waist, while his cheek was resting on top of your head. Xiao slowly places the picture frame back down on your desk before his eyes linger over to your notebook and pick it up.

Xiao looked over his shoulder to make sure you weren’t looking. You were occupied with the book in your hands, your index finger in your mouth while you bit on your nail, immersed in the book. Xiao slowly looks back down at the notebook in his hands, and his eyes begin skimming through the words written on the page. His eyebrows furrow in confusion, and his head tilts to the side as he continues to read the words that were written in your journal. Xiao flips the page to continue reading, only to realize that he is reading a story that you have written down yourself. Once Xiao got to that scene of the book, his eyes widened, and his face turned scarlet red before accidentally slamming the notebook back down on your desk, startling you.

“Xiao?” You call out his name from your bed, slowly closing the book in your hand. “What was that?” You ask, gradually moving to the edge of your bed.

“Nothing. You shouldn’t be moving. You’re going to hurt yourself.” Xiao states, crossing his arms over his chest with a huff of breath. Xiao subconsciously looks over at the notebook that he had unintentionally slammed down on your table; the tips of his ears were red, and so was his face.

“Did you see something you weren’t supposed to?” You inquired, raising your eyebrows at Xiao skeptically. Xiao scoffs and looks away from you, his eyes scanning your desk while trying to ignore the holes that were being stared into his back. You knelt on your bed to look over Xiao’s shoulders from where you were, but the minute your eyes landed on your closed notebook, your eyes turned wide.

“Did you read through my notebook!?” You screeched, stumbling out of your bed and marching over to where he stood.

“What!? No, I didn’t read through your notebook!” Xiao denies it, looking away from you with his nose sticking up in the air. You stood beside Xiao and stared down at the notebook that is now closed and faced down on your desk. You slowly turned your head to the side to face Xiao, your face bright red from embarrassment.

“You did read through my notebook, Xiao! My notebook was opened earlier, and it wasn’t faced down on my desk!” You said, lightly punching him while whining softly. 

Oh, dear archons! This is so embarrassing! Xiao must’ve read the story that you have been working on for weeks! You couldn’t help but want to die from embarrassment and completely disappear off of the face of Teyvat because Xiao must have read the smut scene of the story! Why are so many embarrassing things happening to you so much lately?! Xiao lets out a quiet ‘tsk!’ before grabbing your arms and pulling you against his chest, causing you to stumble on your feet and crash into his chest. You look up at Xiao with wide eyes, your face turning into a much darker shade of red from the close proximity between the two of you. You can feel his muscles flexing underneath the tight white shirt he was wearing, along with his racing heart. 

“The stuff that you wrote down in your notebook….” Xiao trails off. Xiao hesitates for a moment, not knowing how else he should continue. Should he make a comment about the sex scenes in the story, or should he comment about how certain sketched-out characters resemble the fifteen men but are made into one person?

“Forget about what you saw in the notebook!” You spoke up, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I think it’s best for the both of us to forget about it.” You give Xiao a weak smile before attempting to limp back over to your bed, but Xiao has a firm grip on your wrists.

“Are you mad at me?” Xiao asks. Oh great, now he looks like a kicked puppy. How could you ever be mad at someone like Xiao? Plus, it’s not like he intended on reading what was going on inside your notebook! It just happens to be wide open on your desk, and anyone could accidentally read what was written down in the notebook, not just Xiao.

You shook your head before caressing his face in your hands, “No, no, no! I’m not mad at you, Xiao.” You whisper softly. “How could I ever be mad at you for something you didn’t do on purpose?” You gently stroked his cheeks with the pad of your thumbs, giving him a small smile.

A shy smile appears on Xiao’s face before he presses his forehead against yours. You smiled and closed your eyes, melting into his arms. You felt Xiao cup your face in both of his hands; you slowly opened your eyes and looked at Xiao curiously. Xiao’s eyes were focused on your lips while he lightly ran his left thumb over your bottom lip absentmindedly. Xiao looks up at you through his thick lashes, a faint glow coming from his eyes. Xiao’s eyes flutter close before leaning in towards your face. Your eyes slowly shut, meeting Xiao halfway. When your and Xiao’s lips meet, the kiss that is being shared between you and Xiao is delicate. 

Xiao’s left hand slowly trails up to the back of your head; he weaves his fingers through your hair and lightly grabs your hair at the roots before lightly pulling your head back, breaking the kiss between the two of you. He tilts your head to the side and begins to press light kisses on your neck, slowly kissing down to your collarbones. Xiao ignores the teeth mark where your neck and shoulder meet before lightly sucking on your collarbones. Xiao hears a soft gasp coming from you, and he can almost hear your racing heartbeat if he were to listen really closely. You wrapped your arms around Xiao’s shoulders, head lolled back, neck, and collarbones exposed to Xiao’s soft touch and lips.

He cups your face in his hands once more before pressing his lips against yours. You reach up to Xiao’s hair and entangle your fingers through his soft hair. Xiao places both of his hands on your thighs, moving up towards your waist beneath Itto’s shirt. Itto’s shirt. 

Xiao mumbles against your lips, “Jump.” You did as you were told and jumped. Xiao wraps your legs around his waist and carries you over to your bed. Xiao laid you down on your bed and caged you to your bed, both your chests heaving from the lack of air. Xiao reaches for the collar of the plain white t-shirt and grips it hard with both hands before tearing it open, revealing your bare chest beneath it. Your eyes widened when you heard the shirt rip loudly, staring up at the yaksha in shock.

“Xiao! That was Itto’s shirt!” You whispered. Xiao grumbles under his breath before ripping the shirt off of you completely. Xiao held up the torn shirt in their air for you to see more clearly before tossing it over to the other side of your bedroom. You looked over where the shirt landed, then back over at Xiao.

“And? I don’t like it whenever you wear another man’s shirt.” Xiao shrugs his shoulders, his eyes narrowing when he catches the sight of claw marks on your thighs. Just when he and the others thought that Itto biting you was the worst thing, Itto did more than just bite you. “It’s not like he’ll care if his shirt is torn up. He doesn’t even wear shirts at all.” Xiao mutters, grabbing your waist and pulling you up your bed further until your back touches your pillows and plushies.

The minute your back touches your pillow, Xiao bites down on the tip of his glove before yanking them off one by one. Xiao tosses his gloves to the ground before reaching up to grab your chest, catching you by surprise. His fingers brush over your nipples, making you arch your back slightly. Xiao raises an eyebrow at your reaction before lightly pinching your nipples and rolling the bud between his thumb and index finger. Xiao leans down and latches his mouth to your neglected nipple, and begins to suck on them while pinching, squeezing, and rolling the other.

“Xiao! Stop teasing me and just fuck me already!” You whined, patting his head softly to grab his attention. Xiao releases your nipple with a loud ‘pop!’ before looking up at you, his hand still squeezing, pinching, and rolling your nipples. He gives you a look before reaching up to your face and pinching your cheeks with a faint smile on his face, “Someone’s impatient.” Xiao teases, causing you to do a doubletake. Since when did Xiao like teasing you?

“Xiaooooo~ Please fuck me, don’t keep me waiting!” You pouted, lightly tugging on his pants. Xiao sighs in defeat and gets off your bed before beginning to strip every single thing that was on his body. From his tight-fitted shirt to his shoes, his pants, and accessories. All Xiao was left now were his black boxers. You saw his muscles rippling with the slightest movements; Xiao was lean and thin, but his shoulders were broad. His gorgeous skin was littered with scars, some were old, and some were new. 

Xiao knelt on your bed and crawled over to where you lay. You reached up and began to trace over Xiao’s scars; Xiao placed his hand over yours and laced his fingers with yours before pulling your hand up to his face and pressing a soft kiss on your knuckles. Xiao leans over you and presses his lips back onto yours while reaching down to your underwear. You quickly lifted yourself up to let Xiao remove your underwear, not breaking the kiss while doing so. Once Xiao was able to take your underwear off, his hands immediately went to your lower region. You whimpered softly at the feeling of Xiao’s fingers poking at your entrance before slipping inside.

“I would much rather have you stretch me out with your cock than your fingers,” You sulked, letting out quiet moans each time he thrusts his pointer and middle finger in and out of your heat.

“You’re quite tight,” Xiao mutters, scissoring your hole, making you gasp at the feeling of being stretched out by his fingers. “Even the oni can’t stretch you out.” Xiao continues to plunge his fingers inside of you until you are in tears, begging him to just fill your insides up with his cock.

“Xiao! Who cares about whether Itto, Childe, Zhongli, or Diluc had stretched me out! Just fuck me already, please!” You whined, pulling at his arms.

Xiao lets out an audible hum, “If that’s what you want, then I guess that’s what I should give to you then.” Xiao pulled his fingers out of you and held them up for you to see. Xiao’s fingers were covered in your slick. Xiao stares at you right in the eyes before sticking his tongue out, licking his slicked-covered fingers. Your pupils were blown wide when Xiao cleaned your slick off of his fingers. A faint smirk appears on Xiao’s face when he sees the reaction on your face, feeling a little bit satisfied with getting a reaction out of you. Xiao reaches down to the waistband of his boxers and yanks his boxers off, tossing them to your bedroom floor. 

The second that Xiao had pulled the waistband of his boxers off, his dick slapped his lower abdomen. The tip of his cock was red, pre-cum was oozing from the slit of his cock. You subconsciously licked your lips at the sight of Xiao’s pulsing member. Xiao grabs you by the fat of your thighs and pulls you close to him, the tip of his cock poking your entrance, smearing his pre-cum on your hole. You shuddered at the feeling of Xiao’s hot dick lightly rubbing against your exposed groin.

“Let me know if it hurts.” Xiao states; you nodded your head mutely, waiting for Xiao to stuff you with his cock. 

Xiao grabs your right leg and tosses it over his shoulder, and keeps your left leg on your bed. Xiao holds onto the base of his shaft and lines up at your entrance, the bulbous head of his dick prods at your entrance. Xiao lets out a sharp breath while slowly inserting his dick into you. You bite down on your lower lip, and your head falls back to your pillows, feeling your walls clamp down around Xiao’s thick cock. Xiao rests his head on your shoulders, sinking more and more into your sweltering heat. The warmth of your hole almost made Xiao cum on the spot.

Xiao was able to bury his cock deep within you; his eyes rolled to the back of his skull from the immense pleasure he was feeling. Your chest was rising and falling at a fast pace because you were panting from the feeling of Xiao inserting his cock inside of you and feeling the entirety of his cock sheathed inside of you.

Xiao begins to ram his member inside of you slowly, his lips attaching to the base of your neck, and he begins to suck on the juncture of your neck. Xiao lets out a quiet moan, starting to pick up the pace of his thrusts. Your body jerked with each thrust; you tried to keep your moans and whines to a minimum while Xiao was plunging his cock deep inside of you. Xiao unlatches his lips from your neck before moving to the next area on your neck, proceeding to suck on the new spot on your neck, leaving a faint purple-blue bruise on your neck by sucking your neck.

You wrapped your legs around Xiao’s waist, pulling him closer to your body. You wrap your right arm around his shoulder while the left arm is snaked around his slim waist. An idea popped up in your mind when Xiao was plowing into your heat. Your left-hand hovers over Xiao’s buttcheeks; you place your hand on his buttcheeks before squeezing his cheeks. Xiao jerks against you, making the mushroom tip of his dick kiss your cervix. You squealed loudly when the bulbous tip of his cock punched that spot deep inside of you, causing the spongy walls of your insides to clamp down on his cock.

“W-What was that for?!” Xiao unlatches his lips from your neck and looks down at you with wide eyes, and his face is bright red. You couldn’t tell if his face was red because of the heat or if it was from the embarrassment that he felt whenever you squeezed his ass cheeks.

“Squishy.” You squeaked, letting out a tiny giggle. Xiao paused his thrusts to stare down at you in disbelief, not knowing what else to say or how else to respond to your comment.

“You squished my ass, only to comment on the squishiness of it?!” Xiao asks, looking at you incredulously. You nodded your head happily, squeezing your thighs around his waist, making Xiao thrust into you.

“You have a squishy butt, but it’s not as squishy as Zhongli’s bubble butt!” You giggled loudly when Xiao narrowed his eyes at your comment. You didn’t know if Xiao’s reaction was caused by your comment or if it was because you mentioned Zhongli’s butt. Before you could open your mouth to ask him what was wrong, Xiao tightens his grip around your ankles and starts plowing his beefy cock in and out of your entrance. You wailed and dug your nails into his pale butt cheeks, your body jerking with every thrust.

“Do not mention another man’s name or his ass while I’m balls deep inside of you!” Xiao growls, leaning down and pressing his lips on the spot under your jaws. He begins to mark you while forcing his member deep inside of you, the leaking tip of his cock repeatedly striking the most sensitive spots inside of you.

“I’m sorry, Xiao! I’m sorry!” You screeched, your face contorting with pleasure as the knot in your lower belly started to form and tighten each time the mushroom tip of his cock hit the sacred spot inside of you. Xiao’s grip around your ankle tightens, and his thrusts become even more erratic. The sound of wet skin slapping, labored breathing, whines, moans, groans, and yelps resonate throughout your bedroom. You were sure that the men were able to hear both you and Xiao.

“Fuck! I’m going to cum.” Xiao grunts deeply.

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Don’t stop, Xiao! Don’t stop!” You whined, tightening your thighs around Xiao’s waist. Xiao couldn’t contain his moans as he reached over to your wooden headboard and grabbed onto it before slamming his cock deep inside of you a few more times before he feels the pressure in his lower abdomen burst. Xiao lets out a loud gasp before collapsing on top of you, his cum filling you to the brim. You feel the knot in your lower stomach burst, making you clench around Xiao’s member before cumming around his now softening dick. Xiao breathes deeply before slowly pulling out of your cum-filled hole, collapsing right next to you on your bed.

“Holy shit.” You breathed, looking over at Xiao with wide eyes. Xiao snorted before wiping the sweat from your forehead with his thumb. Xiao pulls you into his arms, and you rest your head on his chest, snuggling up against Xiao. Xiao pressed a kiss on top of your head before resting up on one of your pillows and plushies. Wait, plushies.

“We just had sex on top of my plushies….” You trailed off, looking up at Xiao with wide eyes. Oh, your poor, poor plushies! They’re now traumatized and soiled with your and Xiao’s sweat and cum. Well, it looks like you’ll have to put all of them into the washer soon. And you’ll have to find a way to explain to Itto about what had happened to the shirt he had lent to you.

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[sailorhyunjinz]

SKZ SHORT REACTION TO YOU ALWAYS CRYING , WHINING , AND RUBBING YOUR FACE INTO THEM DURING SEX 😭🥺🥺 CUTE FDDFFGG

It just always feels so good and overwhelming to have fat cock inside of your tiny pussy 🥺

Also ilysm <33 hry ?

-🐈

KITTEN! how are youuu~? i’m doing just fine, thank you for asking ^^

also... wish i could relate but do i get dick? no, none. ASHAHSHSA

OK QUICK REACTION (aka cherry word vomits) LEGO

warnings; dom!skz x gn!reader, dacryphilia, explicit sexual scenes, slight impact play, moaning, sex (well no fucking shit), orgasm,,, uh what more,,

before starting lemme just say this; as a collective THEY LOVE IT, EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM LOVES IT but sure... some more than others 

Bangchan

nah mate you got him whipped 

W H I P P E D

just imagine holding him close and rubbing your face against his muscles while he’s just going at it OH LORD-

he already likes being in control

and when you show that you are weak in the presence of this dominant aura it just boosts that aura tenfolds.

i dont think he’d go as far as to see you cry but like tear up yk?

but BRUH HE LOSES HIS SHIT WHEN YOU’RE CLINGY

your toes curling as you try to move away from his touch, him already beginning on your fourth orgasm that night

you try to hold on to anything which is most likely his broad shoulders (oop drooling a bit)

DUDE HAS THEM GUNS TO BE ABLE TO MANHANDLE YOU WITH EASE

which he does... a lot 

but he would always ask if you felt comfortable and would remind you to use the safeword because caring dom shit 

whine his name and BYE- he cums

would ask you to say it louder

“let everyone hear how good im making my baby feel”

Minho

SKSKASK all of you guys are going to say that i’m stereotyping minho

BUT IT MUST BE SAID

he likes it to a certain extent

if you belong to the more extremely squirmy people chances are he would get kinda annoyed having to hold you down LMAO

THATS NOT TO SAY THAT HE DOESNT LOVE SEEING YOU WRECKED

nononono honey... this man is corruption kink in human form

crying >>>>> moaning

WELL THATS MY GUESS

he’d be all cocky about it

“only i can make you feel like that baby?” 

WAIT LISTEN TO THIS

he has a whole ass folder on his phone that’s just pictures of you being completely wrecked 

he uses them to jerk off 110%

it can really be any kind of pictures but his favorite is the one where you have both cum and tears running down your face

somebody take the internet away from me 

Changbin

awh binnie baby likes it v v much 

it let’s him know how much you are enjoying it which is more important then getting his own pleasure

oof service top binnie?? ok stop cherry dont LMAO

weak for your whining 100%

especially if it’s all like,, high pitched and cute I CANT-

ngl it gets him even hornier 

you’re feeding his horny monster by holding onto him, scratching his back and leaving all kinds of marks. 

just gonna say it; he likes seeing you desperate

“binnie~ i need you inside of m-me..”

say that and HE A GONER

BECAUSE HE LIKES SEEING OTHERS WANT HIM (i know all your secrets dont even try to hide it you smug hot mf)

because of his buff arms he would have no problem pinning you down if you squirmed around too much 

his sturdy arms in contrast with your quivering body OH GAWD

“you want me? beg then” 

and you can’t simply ask 

you need to whine it

IT DOESNT HAVE TO SOUND CUTE

just desperate ;)))

Hyunjin

the whole fucking rubbing your face and hair against him; in love

it doesnt even have to be against him

against the bed or against a pillow is enough to keep him going

your hair all disheveled when you look at him :((

“do i fuck you that good, baby?” he cooed at you, your head burried in a multitude of pillows. you nod, your hair in your face as your whole body jerks forward from his powerful thrust

we all know that this boy is vocal 

so you would have to be EVEN LOUDER to get him off

which you were

god you know the dance lives??

when he’s all sweaty and is heaving for air?

head empty. only that

yeah... he would like a clingy s/o

because then he can go around and be proud of himself that he made you cry in bed LMAO

he wouldnt tell it to anyone, seeing it more as a personal achievement HASHASH

a sucker of you being squirmy

gives him more reason to use force when pinning you down 

showing himself off a lil...

blushing mess if you compliment him on his muscles tho... 

Jisung

you know that video where felix bites a banana with the peel still on and jisung goes all “SPIT IT OUT YOU FUCK” 

yeah thats what happens when you start crying from how hard he’s going

he thinks he fucked up real bad

no dude you just hitting it too good (HASHASH bye im yeeting myself off a cliff)

crying in bed makes him scared but do you know what really gets him?

whining

A LOT OF IT

he loves how they go from small murmurs to full out long whines that are all uneven

some incoherent words mixed into them together with his name

he also loves how they sound mixed with his moans and growls

i feel like he’s very moved by sound

the mf that would record your moans no cap

i feel like he would be the one to rub his head against you??

yk missonary (wow cherry has nothing else to come with LMAO) he drops his head when he’s close to cumming, shaking his head slightly against your shoulder, his soft hair tickling you

he would be the one tearing up when he’s close

BECAUSE you feel too good wrapped around his aching dick :((

can we really blame him? 

Felix

OOOOH MY GOD 

OOOOOOOOOOOH MY GOD

he loves it

more than he should

all of it; the crying, the rubbing against him, the whining, the hair in your face LIkE OOF

why? because it gives him a sense of being in control 

he has you under his control which IS RARE FOR HIM

OK he subs for you a lot and then he does the same thing, probably even more than you do

yk the whole rubbing his hair against your chest as he’s whining at the top of his lungs

BUT HE REDEEMS THAT WHEN HE DOMS

which is perfect because then its a give and take situation

happy sexy times

where the both of you are enjoying it waaay to much

WAIT THIS

imagine him pounding you in missionary right.... and both of you cry!?!?!

two overwhelmed babies :(((

Seungmin

Puppyboy is all for it 

let me just say,,, he has a corruption kink SAHSSAHS 

OK I KNOW EVERYONE IS GOING TO BE LIKE

“cherry he’s so neat and tidy, how could he possibly have a corruption kink?”

THATS WHY. BECAUSE HE LOVES SEEING YOU ALL TIDY AT DAYTIME

but god forbid nighttime because then you are nothing but a drooling and crying mess, holding onto him for dear life as he mercilessly pounds into you 

i swear this dude is all about drastic changes like duality is in his DNA

and i feel like he likes people that have that same charm??!?

IMAGINE THIS RIGHT;

you’re riding him, tired and fucked out of your mind, eventually leaning down to his chest and nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck, crying from overstimulation

AND THIS MF lifts you up slightly and starts thrusting up into you 

thats it. 

i love him AHSHASH

Jeongin

it would take a while for him to get used to you crying in bed 

first time it happened he got scared, stopped and hugged you, apologizing like a thousand times

you all like “...it was just getting good?”

he doesn’t understand shit at first???

“b-but why are you crying then? tell me the truth y/n”

“but i am?” 

after you explained that it just happens to you he’d nod and continue

after a while... he starts liking it

and if you one time don’t cry he’d be confused again, this time saying;

“did you not l-like it?” 

“dork, of course i did” you say ruffling his hair and he feels relieved hearing you say that 

ah cutie :(((

ALSO the whining and the squirming; total sucker for that LMAO 

OK IMMA SLEEP NOW holy shit my back is scoliosis central rn and im so damn nervous for my exam tomorrow AAAAAAH fuck fuck fuck 

ANYHOW HOPE THIS WAS FUN READING <333

[moa-broke-me]

So... It's been a while. I've finally finished the mane 6, like actually finished them this time, and I want you to see them in full! I also want to walk y'all through the process and the differences made between the roughies and these ones.

First up, we have Fluttershy!

After revising a tiny bit, I decided to get her hair back to a warmer pink, like how it is in the actual show, and lightened it up a little bit. I even gave her eyelashes a raspberry color to match the darkest part of her hair, which is something you'll find I do for everyone here because it's a nice touch.

I gave her blush and a few moles too, 5 to be exact (can you spot them all?) but aside from that, nothing's really changed much with Fluttershy.

Now I don't like to get into this too much, but my alter does (But the parasites in me want the candy)

-she's trans <3

-she's disabled (broken wing that never healed right, technically she can fly but it's very painful and she can't go far without needing to rest)

-she also has misophonia

-she's very passionate about biodiversity and ecosystem management and... Hate's a strong word, so she uses it very rarely. But she uses it for lawns. That, and abusers, are the ONLY exception to the 'never say hate' rule.

-speaking of which, and this may contradict canon because I've only watched up to season 4, but I don't care because I'm taking more of a Mariolore-esque approach to this anyway, but she doesn't have any family featured in the show from what I remember. So I'm gonna say her dad abused her for her femininity. He wanted her to be more rough and tumble, more aggressive, like the other boys. she was picked on at school too, her main nickname was 'chicken' because of her disability... Caused by her father. So she left. And that's why she lives alone. Also why she doesn't raise her voice, because she was yelled at as a child.

-she's a homesteader, so she's able to live off of what she grows in her garden for the most part. She saves a lot of money like this, and by living in a house that's actually abandoned and doesn't technically belong to her. So no bills to pay!

-her actual job is working retail at Rarity's boutique, the whole animal rehab thing is something she does as a volunteer because she doesn't want a profit motive to spoil her intentions. This of course means she's subjected to a fair bit of verbal and sexual harassment, but Rarity's a good boss, she treats her well and kicks out the customers who give her shit.

Next one, Pinkie Pie!

I gave her way more charms. Like... WAY more. If you'll notice, that lollipop is actually the same as Rainbow's old eyes, I just couldn't let those beautiful swirls go to waste! I worked so hard on the ice cream one, y'all wouldn't BELIEVE- anyway.

Pink eyelashes to match her hair, blue and pink gradient eyes instead of the blue from the show, and that I gave her originally, because I really wanted to give more characters unnaturally colored eyes. I even added these little bubbles to her eyes in the colors on her cutie mark because I still didn't feel like it was extra enough. I got the rainbow sprinkle freckles too, these aren't natural by the way, they're drawn on. I added both face paint and stickers, and I honestly can't believe I used to think my first design was extra. Looking back in it, it looks somehow... Plain? Like. Compared to this one at least.

Anyway, fun fact section because I guess I'm doing this now.

-She's pansexual and pangender<3

-Plus size too <3

-Cupcake and Carrot Cake are basically parents to her, she left her family's mine (no it's not a rock farm, you can't farm rocks, call it what it is. It's a mine.) without much, and was totally lost with nothing but her calling to guide her. In this society, you're an adult the minute you get your cutie mark, so it's not like she was expecting anyone to take her in. But they did, taught her all they know, and she's happier than she's ever been

-Her cartoon powers are actually because despite not being a unicorn, she was born able to wield magic, due to some unicorn ancestor. She's the only one in her family with this ability, and in fact, the only one in her entire community. Now, the town she grew up in was never named in the show from what I remember, so I'm giving it one; Roughshod*

*In case you didn't know, Roughshod is an actual word. You may recognize it from the idiom 'running (alternatively, riding) roughshod', which basically means 'to act without regard for others' feelings, opinions, personhood, wellbeing, or even safety.' It came from the practice of 'roughshodding' a horse's shoes, meaning to have the nails sticking out a bit in order to get a better grip on rough terrain. This made getting trampled by a roughshodden horse especially painful and injurious, hence the idiom. I thought it suited the bleak and conformist atmosphere of her hometown very well, and honestly, with how abundant rocks apparently are there, a lot of them probably did roughshod their shoes so they wouldn't slip and fall. it has a Watsonian AND Doylist explanation, so that's why I went with it. Also it just sounds appropriate from a phonological perspective. Anyway, done ranting about Roughshod… For now.

-She actually met Rarity through the cake couple commissioning custom aprons for their employees, and they've been besties ever since

-Autism and ADHD, most of these characters have either one or the other, in fact autism is actually very normalized in this universe as, well, most of the time, your special interest is literally MAGICALLY TATTOOED on your BUTT

Ok, Rarity next!

There really wasn't anything to change with her, except adding more jewelry, nixing the gold scrunchie in favor of just more locs holding her hair up so it looks more like a bun than a ponytail because looking back, the old design definitely looks like a ponytail. I DID change the eyelash color and undercut color just to make more sense with her design. I also shifted the blue streak to more of a mint green, since I know there's a possibility I'll be doing the other three princesses later and I don't want her to look too much like Luna color-scheme-wise. Also redid the iridescent finish on her horn because I didn't like the way i did it the first time.

Fun facts!

-She's mixed afro-arabic <3 Grew up hijabi, but isn't anymore. Her mom still is though

-Parents split, mom moved to whatever the hell equivalent of the UK is in this universe, I'm calling it the HA (Horseshoe Archipelago) for now, if anyone's got a better name, or knows if there's a canon UK equivalent, comment! But anyway, that's why she has the accent when literally nobody else does.

-Lipstick Lesbian

Ok, next we have Rainbow Dash!

I made some tweaks to the face shape, added bobby pins, switched her hair up a little bit, and even gave her new eyes! It thought the rainbow swirl was too much, and I was going to give her the magenta eyes she had in the show, but I wanted to deviate more since this was supposed to be, y'know... A redesign. Inspired by those old 3D glasses and chromatic aberration, I gave her these ones, which if you'll notice, have this transparent outline of cyan and red, and are themselves a gradient of cyan and red, but with magenta as the mother color, in order for the middle to look less gray.

Other than that, I just reshaped the bridge piercing and switched the white fields in the checkerboard bandage to magenta.

Fun facts about her, this is more fun than I thought.

-Butch, genderqueer lesbian

-She's had top surgery, she didn't like her boobs much and they were getting in the way

-Grew up with a single mom, named Slap Dash, because I thought it'd be funny. She was broke coming up, though, and pegasus culture is very hyper-individualistic and machismo, placing value on physical prowess and aggression more than anything else, so relying on others or being vulnerable is highly frowned upon. Meaning they were basically on their own.

-ADHD

Next up, we have Applejack!

I'd say, out of everyone else, she's gone through the least changes. Really, she just needed just a more desaturated color palette and a bow for the ribbon. I know it's sacrelige to leave her without her little hat, but I mean... The illustration's so big already.

Anyway, gave her better freckles too. So, fun fact time!

-She's aroace!

-She's dyslexic

-Not much else to say for her honestly, nothing that isn't canonical, like in the show... But yeah!

Ok, final one: Twilight Sparkle!

No previous designs to compare her too, so let's just go over my thought process while designing her;

I wanted to make her look chunky and blocky, so lots of straight lines. in fact, the only round shapes are her eye, and her barrette. But her barrette isn't actually hers, it's Luna's. Celestia gave it to her back when Luna was still banished, as a gesture of affection.

Fun facts!

-She's also plus sized!

-She's Desi

-Bisexual

-Autistic

That's... Kind of all I have for now, if you'd like I can do their families/siblings, the other princesses, or even like a 'what's in their bag' series?

Hey so... Literal YEARS after leaving the mlp fandom, as in, long before I even had tumblr, I've recently uh... Gotten back in, a little bit?

It's all @meepmoopmaap's fault, he made a FANTASTIC infection AU, it's on AO3. Actually no, it's also my alter's fault (don't @ me ok I get that most ppl use headmate but alter is just more natural for me) since he's a fictive from the show and has been VERY active recently, but I digress. Point is, I kind of wanted to... How do I say this?

I wanted to make them centaurs, thought it could be cool to add a human skin tone for the top half and then their old ones, also add some necessity for clothes.

I also just wanted to redesign them overall.

So, obviously, we HAD to do Flutters first, and I thought this was gonna suck but it didn't and I'm actually kind of proud of it?

This is just the head and hair, and a pretty rough draft too, but here.

So, I wanted to give her a big nose, because big noses are cute, so I did. The strands in her face are since she's, y'know. Shy. I worked VERY hard to ensure there were as few straight lines or sharp corners in the design as possible, because I wanted it to be gentle and soft-looking. I even gave her beaded lashes to help with this, and they kind of look like teardrops which is oddly appropriate?

About the eye color, I... I completely ditched the teal eyes in her original design, in favor of olive green ones. I was planning on giving her more pops of olive green, but since this was just a profile head shot, I couldn't do much.

The teal eyes always bothered me, even when I was a kid, since I felt that it shifted her color scheme too much in the 'pastel primaries' direction occupied by Pinkie Pie which, if y'all like, we can do next. Also just the fact that half the cast had blue eyes really bothered me for some reason?

anyway. The olive green seems to suit her more anyway, and I've shifted the hair more to purple... Which may have been a mistake?

Anyway. Suggestions welcome, just keep it friendly. I have a block button and I'm not afraid to use it!

[tooweirdforyou]

HIII SYD!! ❣️*:ﾟ*｡⋆ฺ(*´◡`) HOW ARE YOU?! I HOPE YOURE DOING AMAZING HAPPY WEEKEND !!!!!!!

ok but what’s ur thoughts on chifuyu and baji tag teaming you… i’m having a lot of thoughts like my brain is extremely full.

I’m okay!! hi hanaaa congrats on the big milestone Ahh!! I hope everything is going super well!! <3

NO LIE, I think about this a lot. I hardly see baji w/ chifuyu though. It’s always chifuyu and Kazutora or baji and Kazutora and I’m just like, BUT BAJI AND CHIFUYU THOUGH?? anywaysss

first, baji <3

mans is feral, he’s rough, wild and isn’t afraid to fuck you raw, which is both good and bad.

literally goes so hard, you won’t walk for days-

is merciless

his fangs ain’t for show, he will bite you everywhere and leave hickeys all over your body. How else is he doing to mark you as his? ;)

there is no foreplay, he goes straight to it

can be a teaser but it’s not his favorite thing to do

Huge habit of groping your ass, squeezing and spanking when needed or wanted.

literal monster

Makes you scream his name to the skies

“C’mon, babe, don’t tell me this is all you can take?~”

but it’s okay because eventually, when he’s finished, he’s being gentle by tucking you into bed and cockwarming himself to sleep with you.

now, chifuyu <3

haha, such a cutie and sweetheart, isn’t he?

lol no, he’s such a tease

All about that foreplay, loves taking his time with you

starts with your little sweet buds, flicking and nibbling on them before moving down

eventually he does like to get to it already but a bit of begging never hurt did it?

he’ll make you all embarrassed and he can’t help the grin on his face when he sees your flushed face

Then when he really gets to work? He’s SO SLOW

gradually picking up his pace as he smothers your neck in kisses before kissing your lips, tongue swirling all up in your mouth.

And when he finally gets fast, you’re just crying out from the pleasure, clawing at his back more than Peke J does.

“You look so pretty under me, Angel~”

such a sweetheart at aftercare though. He’ll set up a bath for you if you want it but focuses on cleaning you up with a cloth and getting you water first. <3

now, them together? 👀

Oh boy, first of all, prepare yourself.

one actual monster, another a teasing ass, not a good combination.

The only good balance is that while Baji is rough with you, Chifuyu still has that caring touch, he just likes to tease you and start off slow.

The two switch sides every time, so with baji, either your front or back is getting destroyed while the other craves more of his roughness.

at first, the two wouldn’t go so far ( baji would be impatient ), only just eating you out and letting you suck them off but they only could wait for so long ;)

baji loves taking you from behind, and chifuyu loves to see your face so it’s mostly chifuyu in front which the two don’t mind.

the fanged boy is biting onto your shoulder and groping your ass while chifuyu occupies your lips and plays with your buds

chifuyu loves to sprinkle praises to you while baji gives some light degradation or maybe encouragement.

The two have so much stamina, it’s unbelievable. It’s already tiring with one of them but two? You’ll be done by sunrise and fucked out sore for probably a week.

you’ll end the night, passed out with the boys on either side of you, baji sprawled as he sleeps while chifuyu has a protective arm over your body with the sheets covering all three of you.

It’s always a good time with those three ;) <3

[angeli-marco-writes]

Loki Laufeyson - Dress

A/N & WC - I've recently become quite the TS fan, and this song inspired me to write, and it seemed perfect with the upcoming Loki series. I don't own Loki or the MCU, I also don't own the song lyrics. Enjoy :). 5.2k.

Warnings - hints to smut and mentions of sex but it's sfw, pining, Thor being a cutie, language perhaps once.

Summary - This dance between you and Loki has been going on for far too long. The night of the palace ball gives you the chance to make your next move, wearing the dress you bought only for him to take it off.

THE PALACE BALLROOM. You haven’t been here for quite a while, but it’s as beautiful as ever, all decked out in beautiful ribbons and gold ornate decorations hanging from the boughs. Clans of people swarm the place, all done up in their glad rags, drinking from the ample supply of Asgardian treasured brews, dotted in gold-painted kegs all around the ballroom. Other couples, in suits and floor-length gowns mill around the floor, waltzing and trotting their way through the sweet, more classical melodies of the lute and bukkehorn. You’re waiting for the more traditional part of the evening to pass by you before stepping onto the ballroom floor to tango the night away. Things tend to liven up once the more elderly citizens make their way out, but it was the old Queen’s decree that all of Asgard is invited to such balls, leaving no one behind. Nonetheless, you’re more than happy to stick to the bar for a little while longer.

“Hey, y/n?” Loki calls, smiling at you.

You cast a furtive glance over your shoulder, your eyes lingering on Loki just a little too long, you suppose, since he releases a breathy chuckle and edges closer to you, his arms out at hip width. While he takes his last stride towards you, you remember to dart your own arms out, meeting him halfway. The colours of your outfits match perfectly, and you only bought this dress for one very specific reason...

“You look stunning, my darling,” he tells you, leaning down to whisper it into your ear between kisses to each of your rouged cheeks.

Your hands fall to his broad shoulders, clad in a Midgardian style black jacket, complete with matching slim-fitting trousers—tight around the crotch, paired with a deep green button up shirt, the same shade as his current cape, and as per usual, he looks absolutely dashing. The man is a God, of course he does. The way he’s so effortlessly able to mix Midgardian and Asgardian fashion will always be a wonder to you, but the leather crossover wrapped around his torso to match his boots brings him so naturally back to the world he’s living in. His beautiful hands, however, rest on your hips, his thumbs brushing over the material of your dress that’s skimming your hip bones nicely. He always liked dresses like these on you.

“As do you,” you detach from him, and curl one leg beneath the other, bowing your head as you curtsy, “My Prince.”

A flustered blush tickles his sharp cheeks as one lithe, pale hand reaches out to gently swat you, “How many times have I told you not to do that?”

“I just enjoy embarrassing you,” you quip, and blow him a kiss through painted lips.

Turning on your heel, you face back to the incredibly well stocked, and miraculously clean bar that spreads halfway around the room.

“My usual, please,” you say to the man behind it, the one who serves the best Asgardian brews you’ve ever tasted, but Loki’s hands once again settle on your hips, “make that two.”

You thrum your manicured nails on the ornate gold-coloured bar top, bewitched by Frigga never to grow sticky even with spilt drinks—a complete blessing—and wait for your drinks to be poured when you feel strong arms wrap around your waist, and a cold body pressed to your own. He’s making his mark on you, a golden tattoo. Every time he does this a shiver ripples through you, a lick of cold kissing your spine teasingly, and you’ve never been able to put your finger on whether that’s because he’s an actual ice being, or because he’s so damn attractive. And tonight, your bet is certainly on the latter with how delectable he looks in his suit.

It’s an unspoken rule between yourself and Loki that, to each ball, you both turn up alone, and owe one another at least one dance throughout the course of the evening. The rest of the time, you’re free to mingle.

“What is M’Lady’s usual then?” he purrs lowly into your ear, his arms wrapped snugly around your tummy now, with his chin settled on your shoulder.

“Cherry liqueur mixed with sparkling Asgardian wine.”

“Moved past your drinking phase of only draughts of beer then?”

You stifle a chuckle, only for it to sound like a snort, “Definitely past that.”

“Unfortunate,” he hums, “I rather enjoyed carrying you to bed so frequently.”

Your ring-clad fingers that had absently begun tracing the prominent veins in Loki’s hands now still, seizing up, as your eyes open wide.

You cough, blink, and resume an air of casualness, flirtatiousness, “Hmm, well, I doubt you’d be trying that tonight.”

“And why, pray tell, is that?”

“I know what you’re like, you wouldn’t even make it to my chamber without having ripped this dress off and stuffed it in your pocket.”

His breath hitches audibly in his throat, and his body temperature increases minutely behind you. Thankfully, however, you’re saved by the bartender, he slides two ornate gold-rimmed glasses over the bar towards you. Both of which you take, passing the fractionally emptier one to Loki which he takes with a shaky hand.

Chinking your glasses together with a muttered “Cheers,” he seems to have recovered.

“Who says I plan on taking you back to your own clamber, My Dear?” he drawls, and then draws a sip from his drink, winking at you.

This dance between you and Loki has been going on for far too long, the two of you flirting and dancing and sometimes getting so close to kissing that you can barely think straight. Not exactly the best thing in the world, considering he can read minds.

In fact, you wore this specific dress tonight just to rile him up. It’s his favourite colour, his favourite style on you, and that slippery material that he has to fight the urge to grab onto harshly enough to rip it every time he sees you sway past. These are facts you’ve learnt over many years of attending balls, galas and royal events with him, but despite the dancing and frivolity, he’s always been your favourite activity of the night.

Soon enough you’ve finished your drinks, and his grip around you is wavering.

“Well,” you croon, readying yourself to leave and amble to the dance floor, the tempo of the music faster and the instrumentation heavier, “I hope you make it through the night without ripping this dress off me, My Prince.”

Your wink, and a kiss to each cheek absolutely sends him, especially as he has to watch you leave, his eyes glued to every slight movement your body makes within the snug material of your dress. He’s in for a very long night.

While you’re over with your friends amidst the chaos of the ballroom floor, you spy an unsavoury sight out of the corner of your eye. As wonderful as your friends are, you can’t tell them about whatever seems to be going on between you and Loki. He’s the Prince, he has a reputation to uphold, women to bed, and you’d just be another foolish maiden falling for Loki Odinson. You know the truth behind it all: behind who he is, how he feels, what he does (or rather ‘who’) but none of that matters right now, not when he’s surrounded by a circle of girls so much prettier than you so much younger, so much more open about their attraction to Loki.

What’s between you is undeniable, a pull that’s been there as long as you’ve known him, and he feels it too. It’s why you rile each other up so much, always hoping the other will snap first to just fuck the other silly, but your game of cat and mouse has always been just that.

“I think I’m going to get another drink.” you tell your friends. They’ve already had enough liqueur, though, that they can scarcely fathom a solid thought, let alone stand alone, so they slur an “Okaaay!” and get back to dancing.

Your mind is racked with sadness the whole time you pace to the bar, your high heels making your feet ache, building blisters on your toes. The truth is, you only wore them so it’d be easier to kiss Loki if the chance arose. That seems more and more unlikely with each second that passes, especially now considering his hand is wrapped around the thigh of one of the beautiful girls in a more elaborate gown than yours, layers of gossamer scrunched between his fingers. His full attention is on each of them with each word they say. Maybe his pact of leaving dances alone will be broken tonight, as it seems they’re all more than a little eager to slither into bed with him. Maybe it’s for the best. He can’t stay celibate forever, waiting for you to grow a pair whilst restraining from courting these goddesses.

It was a silly pact you made, one neither of you could ever keep…

“Three shots, please,” you call to the bartender, sidling up onto a comfortable enough chestnut stool, “whatever’s strongest.”

“I hope you don’t plan on drinking tonight away, I’d love a dance, Lady y/n.”

You startle a little at the familiar voice and sudden presence on a stool beside you. “Thor! How are you?”

“I am perfectly well, though I fear that isn’t the case with you.”

You waft your hand dismissively, saying “It’s nothing,” and lay both of your bare forearms on the cool bar, placing your forehead onto them, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on your face from the exertion of dancing.

“What did my brother do this time?” he huffs.

“What?” you startle, your head rocketing up to see Thor’s face bored, and the shots you requested before you, “Loki did nothing, why do you ask?”

“Because whenever anyone around here is down, it seems to be Loki’s doing, or that of a boyfriend-slash-girlfriend.”

“Well, who’s to say it isn’t the latter?” you challenge, and down one shot almost instantly. Your face scrunches at the bitter taste, and you slam the glass back down onto the bar, listening to the satisfying clunk it gives.

“Because you’ve been in love with Loki for years. Anyone can see it, even one as oblivious as I. And I only have one eye.”

Thor’s hand on his heart, albeit over many layers of leather and formal clothing—why is the man always dressed as though he’s going to Jotunheim?—you know his words ring true. He, in fact, feeds the lies about Loki and his never-empty bed just so that the two of you are able to dance together and spend time together as inconspicuously as possible. Asgardians may be behind Midgardians with their various gossip mediums, but they can certainly talk.

“And? What difference does it make?” you mumble defeatedly.

“Loki treasures you,” says Thor, reaching a warm hand out to press against your skin. You turn to look at him, his beard trimmed, his hair neatly kept from his face, his red cloak drawing all the attention of the room with its train as long as the eye can see. “Just because he’s flirting with other maidens doesn’t mean he’s stopped caring about you or wanting you. Loki will always be Loki, you know he’s a flirt—”

You snort, “You can say that again.” Another shot downed, the bitterness fading and replaced with a slight delirious sensation nipping at your fingertips. You glance over to Loki, his face now paler, his enthusiasm weaning.

“But it’s his strange way of getting your attention!”

Your eyebrows furrow together, and you turn your stool to face Thor, not caring about the horrible squeak the wooden legs give when scraping the old floor. Your quizzical look, though, is enough for him to go on, despite all of the attention now beginning to turn to him and the increased dynamic of the music.

“He knows how feisty you are, Lady y/n. Loki expects you to go over there and tell those fair maidens to find someone else to clamour over, and for you to kiss him right there.”

A grumble echoes from your lips before you can help it.

“Why?” you implore. “Why does he think these things?”

“Because despite being a Prince, you know as well as I do that Loki is very insecure. He needs attention to survive.”

Again, more than a little true. He’s always been this way. You can’t blame him, not after the lack of attention he received from his father all throughout his childhood and adolescence. And with Frigga’s death, it just became an even more prevalent fact. He’s always needed you there, even just to tell him he looks nice, or that his new trick is spectacular, but you’ve always seen beneath the layers of cockiness and deceit to the real Loki that he so desperately tries to hide. He’s broken.

“He’s lonely, I think he needs you, y/n.”

Sighing, you concede. You need him too, more than you’d ever care to admit if the pit in your stomach at the mere glance of him being with other women is anything to go by.

“Okay,” you say, “thank you, Thor. I’ll… think about it.”

“Well, don’t think for too long, or someone else will have you. That dress is beautiful.”

You drink the final shot, one for courage this time instead of delusion. Loki’s kisses on your face make you more drunk than this shoddy liqueur, “Thank you. I got it especially for Loki.”

“And I am sure he appreciates the gesture, but you know where he’d rather see it.” Thor jokes.

You know exactly how and exactly where, Loki himself has playfully said it to you on more than a few occasions.

“I most certainly do.” You laugh, and still into silence, your eyes glued to the skirt of your dress and how it hangs limply around your stool without your excited body to twirl it around, or Loki’s hands to scrunch it up.

“All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation, where is it getting you?” he asks rhetorically, full well knowing that the answer is absolutely nowhere.

“I know it’s pointless, but… our secret moments in crowded rooms, I don’t want to lose that by making a move.” you explain, your oval-shaped nails picking at your cuticles. Your eyes dart over to Loki once again, his hand now extracted, his persona withdrawn, his eyes flitting here, there and everywhere as he swallows thickly. You don’t catch his eye.

“But what if you don’t lose that? What if you get more than you ever bargained for?”

“I suppose you’re right.” you acquiesce with a great huff, your posture faltering, but hastily add, “Don’t let that go to your head, Thor!”

His deep chuckle resonates through you, “Do not fear, I shan’t. I’ll be backing you all the way.”

There’s a pause, allowing you to glance over at Loki, completely unenthused with the maiden now draped over his lap. “Thank you, Thor, for all of this. I’m going to go outside and get some fresh air, I shall catch you later?”

Thor smiles, “Have fun, Lady y/n. And don’t forget all I’ve said.”

“I won’t,” you tell him earnestly, and find yourself standing from your stool, pushing away from the bar, and edging into Thor. “You too, you deserve a good night.”

He squeezes you in a momentary hug, releasing you before you can become cloaked in the swathes of fabric belonging to his cape. He watches you with a fixed gaze too, in fact, as your heels make strong sounds on the floor as you edge your way out of the ballroom. You don’t glance at Loki, not after all you’ve seen, because if you had, you mightn’t have left, as he begins to stand, hand open and outstretched towards you, only for your dress to cast a breeze against him, breezing away his awaiting words.

You dash firstly to the cloakroom to fish out your golden cape, and then exit the palace doors, propping yourself up against the wall. The fresh air is nice, pleasant, and the absurdity of the whole situation doesn’t go amiss. If you get burned by all this, you could just go to the best supplier of ice all around, but at least you were electrified, albeit briefly, and the hope for it again remains.

“Thor.” Loki hisses, all but marching around the edge of the floor in his very loud formal boots. “Why were you hugging her? You know I like Lady, y/n.”

“I know, brother,” Thor chuckles, “I was telling her to come and get you.”

Loki scoffs, ignoring Thor’s approaching frame, “Of course you were.”

“Really, Loki. I have no interest in Lady y/n that isn’t platonic. She is all yours.”

Loki, courteous as ever, slumps into the stool y/n shortly departed, casting a dirty glance over to the girls so desperately, embarrassingly vying for his attention despite his repetitive telling them he’s unavailable and otherwise devoted. Your hold on him is inescapable, he’s not even going to try.

“Then why hasn’t she kissed me already?”

“I don’t know,” Thor answers, and Beckons to the bartender, requesting a cask of finest Asgardian ale which is summoned for him in a swift moment. He gulps it down. “Aren’t you a witch? Can’t you just read her mind?”

“Hey— I’m not a witch!”

“So you keep saying!” Thor teases, scanning Loki’s body, and the action alone belies his words.

“I can’t read her mind, well, I can, but I won’t. I’m afraid of what I may find there if I do?”

Loki takes a deep breath and snatches the glass of beer from his brother, taking a rather great swallow himself. “What if she doesn’t love me?”

“Trust me, brother. If there’s one thing I know, even just from that brief discussion with her, it’s that Lady y/n is irrevocably in love with you.”

This fact, however, doesn’t prevent anxiety from bubbling within Loki, his inner Jotun threatening to release. Even in my worst lies, you saw the truth in me, he said to you not long ago at all. The two of you were dining together, and a harsh memory came back to haunt him at an inconvenient moment, the blue monster rising from within him. He expected you to run at the first sight, even after how many times you’ve been there for one another through your mistakes, rebounds, earthquakes… You didn’t, though. You rushed over to him and hugged him and told him that he was okay, that you were here with him. That’s when he let the magical line slip, the one that finally made him realise how irreversibly, inevitably in love with you he always has been. Because you have always been there for him, through his manipulations and identity crises, through his worst and best times; his lifeline.

There truly is an indentation in the shape of you etched upon his cold heart. Maybe, just maybe…

“Everyone thinks that they know us, but they know nothing about—”

Unhelpfully, Thor cuts him off, “I do. And I’m sure half of Asgard does. Your love isn’t exactly what one would call subtle.”

That’s possibly a fair shout. He’s always struggled to hide his want of possession, the lust that drives him, the love that fills his mind with your presence alone...

“Your hands, dear brother, are shaking from holding back from her. Go and get the woman you love.” Thor orders, a sympathetic understanding in his eye.

He hadn’t realised, but they are. Thin, white hands that you’re somehow fascinated with trembling around nothing. He thrusts them into his trouser pockets as he stands, straightening his shoulders and holding his head up high.

“I shall. My… gratitude, dearest brother. Do you think she’ll say yes?” he asks, a break in his deep voice betraying his remaining nervousness.

“I think that depends on the question, but if you’re to ask her out at long last, I definitely think she’ll say yes.”

His eyes flutter shut as he takes a deep breath in… and out. Followed by another.

“May I have some more beer, Thor?”

“No!” he shouts jovially, “just go and kiss her at last!”

Loki even shoots a smile over his shoulder, and begins to make his way to the door, only to see you re-enter, your nose bitten from the chill, the most beautiful golden cape draped around you. In fact…

“Is that my mothers cape?” he asks you, dashing towards you with record speed.

The crossover of the material at the front is unmistakable, and the hem of jewels on the top border…

“She gifted it to me not long before she passed,” you answer, your eyes glued to the floor, “I hope you don’t mind.”

“No—” he chokes out.

As much as he tries, he’s unable to draw his eyes from you, from every gorgeous part of you, from your golden stilettos to the matching accessories in your hair, all that match with the corset belt wrapped around your waist, intricate patterns woven into the material that pushes your bust up and pinches your waist in—not that you need either. But the patterns on the belt are the same as those on his mothers cloak, the one she wore to Thor’s coronation.

“You take my breath away,” he says at last. “And your dress is… beautiful.”

“I chose it especially for you, Loki.” you whisper.

He can tell, truly. Every element of your ball gowns from the past he’s commented on are complied in one stunning dress. The shade of green that perfectly compliments his own outfit, the stunning cowl-neck with the barely-there straps that are slipping from your shoulders, the silk skirt that hits the floor, barely kissing your body where it needs to, hugging in all the right places.

Before he jumps you, he knows he has to regulate himself, and takes a step back. He tucks one foot behind the other, bending his knees, bowing his head, holding one cupped hand out, extended, awaiting.

“My Lady Y/N, may I have this dance?”

You find yourself giddy with excitement, barely able to stifle an excited little giggle that bubbles in your throat while anticipation roars in your veins, butterflies erupting in your stomach like champagne fizz. Possibly too quickly, and with no reluctance, you slip your hand delicately into his, savouring the subtleness of his thumb caressing your knuckles.

“I’d be delighted, Your Royal Highness, Prince Loki.”

His cold, thin lips brush the back of your hand so gently, so chastely, so affectionately that you barely feel them, but the sparks that prickle all throughout your body are unmistakable from his show of proper affection.

He stands up, and his hold on you tightens. With the simplest flick of his wrist, both of your capes are gone, and are likely floating their way back to the cloakroom. You’ve completely sobered up now, meaning that this is real, and you can have your dance with Loki at last, after his most chivalrous request to date.

Everyone makes way for the Prince of Asgard, allowing you undisturbed passage into the centre of the floor, his favourite spot. You know well enough now that Loki loves being the centre of attention, and you’re more than willing enough to give him that. What you don’t expect, though, is for your song to play. His arm slips around the small of your back, his other hand coming up to meet yours as always, his breath hot and fanning over your painted lips.

“This is perfect,” you hum, thinking aloud, and settle your hand onto his broad shoulder.

His fingers dig into your waist, but you don't mind whatsoever. Just the thought of being in the mildest marked up by Loki brings you more to life than any of tonight's alcohol has.

“I requested our song. I wanted this to be… special for you, Princess.”

Your mind blurs at the prospect. It’s just a pet name, hopeless for you to get so het up about it, but one day becoming Loki’s Princess; not just Lady y/n, but Princess y/n of Asgard, by his side.

“It’s more than special, Lo, because I’m here with you,” you mumble, and let your head fall to his chest.

He tugs you closer, his heart beating quickly against your ear. Though you both can waltz, and frankly, dance the pants off any given person here, swaying right now just feels… nicer, more appropriate, more intimate. This way you can be as close to him as possible, his searing touches burning into your mind to comfort you on lonely nights.

You feel so many eyes on you in the room, though most prevalently, Thor’s single eye watching you imperiously, hope simply emanating from him. Your friends are nowhere to be seen around the great golden room, but the instruments are still plucking away from the stage and couples of all ages and walks of life are waltzing around you in their glad rage, their shoes occasionally squeaking on the well polished ballroom floor. Everything besides Loki and his hold on you is insignificant, though. He’s all that matters, all that ever has.

“You truly are my dearest friend, you know that?” he tells you, his low timbre reverberating through you in ways it truly shouldn’t with such an earnest statement, “I never desire losing you.”

“You’re my dearest friend too, Loki. I could never let you go.”

It’s such a naked confession that you’re more vulnerable than you’ve possibly ever been, even with Loki, the person you have almost no secrets with.

He pinches your waist, your cue that tells you to spin. He turns you out, holding you at arms length and watching you imperiously, his blue eyes filled with that same undetectable emotion they’re always clouded with whenever you’re around. He beams at you, a wide smile, before turning you back in. You oblige, and ensure to step out enough that the slit of your skirt is revealed, the only element Loki has yet to be revealed.

Judging by the deep groan he releases, and the stunning purr of your name lowly into your ear, he likes it more than a little. “The things you do to me, y/n.”

Your mind is whirring as you settle back into him, moving closer this time, your feet slotting together, your chests so close, your height now nearing his. His beautiful raven hair is combed back off his face and hangs in soft waves sound his shoulders, framing his cleanly shaven sharp jaw so perfectly. If only you could kiss his jaw just once, the skin so pale, so unblemished. Your body heats from the thought alone: Loki notices.

“Y/n…” he whispers, almost inaudibly.

You hear, though, and it’s the final straw, a secret confession in itself.

“You say my name and everything just stops,” you confess, tilting your chin up to meet his brazen gaze and subtly parted, dusted pink lips, “I don't want you like a best friend.”

His hold on you tightens, his hug offering you a promise and infinite courage.

“I only bought this dress so you could take it off.” you husk.

Never before have you felt Loki go so still, so rigid, but you could swear he goes so still, his feet implanted in the floor, that even his breathing stops. Red dusts his cheeks well enough, though, and with your body so close to his, you can feel every minute change within him.

“Carve your name into my bedpost, ‘cause I don't want you like a best friend.” You tighten your own hold, prompting him to release a breath along with the tension in his taught shoulders. Rising up onto your tiptoes, you lower your voice and whisper at last into his ear,

“I only bought this dress so you could take it off.”

Your dancing has long since ceased, and currently, you’re in the middle of the ballroom at a public dance, just standing completely still, holding one another. He’s back, though, he’s here with you, he’s receptive. More than, you’re assured, if his body is anything to go by.

His clammy palm detaches itself from yours, and winds its way around your neck, cupping your flushed skin with an unknown tenderness. Forehead tilted against yours, you feel all of your pent up excitement and courage begin to mingle in your mind, but his ragged breathing brings you back, as does the almost imperceptible nudge of his neck.

“Well, My Lady, what are we waiting for?” he asks.

You don’t have time to formulate an answer before he’s kissing you. Hard.

His lips moving perfectly in tandem with yours, not a waltz anymore but a rhumba, a tango, a dance filled with so much furious and hurried need, passion sparking from each of you, enough to illuminate the whole ballroom.

His tongue skims your lip, and you grant him an entrance, his nimble muscle wrapping around your own. Lighting strikes, or at least that’s how it feels, each press of his mouth so delectably perfect, so intoxicating that you find your mind spinning away from you.

He tastes of beer and ice and sin, and it’s in this moment that you realise you’ll never be able to get enough. He’s everywhere, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Loki…” you whimper, tugging him closer by your fingers threading through his ebony hair, one hand still pressed into the firm muscle of his shoulder.

“Allow me to take you to my chamber, y/n.” he husks, dipping his lips to yours again, “I make no promises your dress will make it, though.”

You chuckle at the inflection, the girliest giggle you’ve ever made, but allow him to slip a strong arm beneath your legs, lifting you into his embrace. He strides past the clans of people all watching the two of you with amazement, the girls eyeing you with envy, and at last, Thor, beaming at the two of you with plump, blushed cheeks. Your mouth still pressed hotly to Loki’s, you grant Thor a gratuitous wave, one he acknowledges with a wink and a tilt of his glass.

In order to undo all of the doors throughout the palace hallways, you remove your lips from Loki with a flick of your tongue, and while he works your dress with nimble fingers, his kiss-swollen mouth leaving marks of him all over your exposed neck, you grant yourselves free passage.

Only, once you actually reach his chamber, your beautiful gown is little more than tatters of green and gold, Loki feasting his eyes on your exposed body, his tongue already darting out to lick a stripe up your bare stomach

“Loki!” you playfully scold, kicking the door open at long last.

He doesn’t even deign to look guilty, hunger and love overriding everything else in your perfect moment. Instead, he carries you inside, lays you down on his satin bed sheets, and hovers over you, owning your mouth in a matter of seconds. He truly is so perfectly inescapable, why should you try?

He pulls away with a smirk, love swirling in his baby blue eyes, so soft in comparison to the earlier ice.

“I think you should request a refund for that dress, My Darling.”