#BUT I DID IT. I DID IT LEGIT. IT WAS SO SATISFYING WHEN I FINALLY BEAT HER

[maraschinotopped]

undertale yellow. clutches head in anguish.

[spiderlily-w1tch-blog]

𝚄𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚑𝚊 𝙸𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒 - 𝚂𝚎𝚡 𝙴𝚍

𝕎𝕀𝕊ℙ𝕊𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕊

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ft Uchiha Sasuke + other spectators(Uchiha Council; just slightly more in the bg); ft Demonstration, fingering, nipple play, creampie

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: I do not own Naruto or its characters, all credit goes to its creators and actors

WC: 3,041

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Includes stepbrother/stepsister pseudo incest (x2, technically since Sasuke is only watching), and underage(15, 17), Use of “Onii-chan” and “Nii-san”, Use of Y/n, 3rd Person POV, obligatory exhibitionism/public sex warning (Series Warning)

𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔦 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢: Obviously, this one takes place in an AU where the Uchiha Massacre didn’t happen lol,,, Imma be honest, I’m not super happy with this one ;-; I’m sorry if you’re one of the people who’s been waiting for this one specifically and also aren’t super satisfied with it. I legit such bad writer’s block with this one,, like,, not even halfway through,, but I eventually got a second wind! The ending isn’t quite my favourite but it’s the best I could come up with when more writer’s block started creeping up on me ;-; Please don’t hate me, lovelies ;-;

【Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

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“Sasuke, are you watching me?” Itachi asked his little brother, their stepsister pressed into his chest with his arms around her waist, both reaching down between her legs. The eldest Uchiha son used one hand to hold her leg open, his other one slowly stroking over her folds. He got a vacant nod from the second son as his eyes stayed glued to his little stepsister’s cunt.

She trembled in his hold at his fingers lightly dipping into her entrance each time they pass over it in their strokes. She whined at Itachi for not giving her what she needed which only made him chuckle.

“Don’t be so impatient, princess, Sasuke needs to learn how to properly take care of a woman. You want to help your Onii-chans, don’t you?” She whined but nodded anyways and did her best to stay more still for her Nii-san. He decided to reward her good behavior and he finally dipped his fingers fully into her fluttering hole.

She cried out in relieved pleasure and did her best to contain her back arching against her Nii-san. Smirking at her obedience, Itachi moved his finger in and out of her slowly, but just enough to keep her sated.

“This whole thing is her Vulva,” Itachi slid his fingers out of her and slowly dragged his fingers through her folds to spread her until his hand framed her spread-out pussy. Sasuke didn’t seem fully engrossed in what his older brother was actually saying but he sure as hell was paying full attention to the visuals. Even so, he nodded in acknowledgment, urging his brother to continue.

“These,” he moved his fingers to stroke his fore and middle fingers over her outer lips, “are her Labia Majora.” She quivered at her Nii-san’s touch and mewled pathetically. “Her Labia Minora.” He moved to slide through her inner lips before he spread her open once again. This time, though, he moved his other hand up her thigh to join it. “This is her Vagina, well the opening anyway.” He shrugged lazily as his fingers deftly gathered her slick as he circled her entrance teasingly.

“It’s where we go in.” He prodded her pussy hole slowly. “Where we slide out.” He dragged his finger out, torturously slow. “And repeat.” He did just as stated and moved his hand back and forth to slowly fuck her on his single digit before he slid out. With her slick coating his fingers, he slid them up her still-spread cunny to his next target.

“This is the Clitoral Hood.” He teased at the loose skin and shifted it back and forth, making it harder and harder to stay still but she did her best. Y/n did her best just for her Onii-chans. “It covers her Clitoris until she’s aroused.” He pulled the hood back fully with his index finger and circled her little clitty with loose slow circles and made her jolt and moan lewdly against him. That earned her a light slap to her clit which got a sharp jolt and yelp and made her go rigid, a silent demand to obey him. He continued his ministrations after he gave her a soft kiss on the cheek and soothing strokes around her cunny.

“This is her Clit.” Her Nii-san said, looking back to Sasuke to make sure he understood. His eyes were blown wide and his hand was just itching to reach for his bulge straining in his pants. His eyes flicked to her face at her whimpering and small mewls.

“Now that you know what’s what. Time to show you what to do with it.” Itachi spoke teasingly, shifting his hold on his little Stepsister to move her to a laying position. Initially, she whined at the loss but soon enough when he slotted himself between her legs she was happy enough once again. “Make sure you watch closely, Sasuke,” Itachi instructed his brother who nodded eagerly, excited to watch his elder brother ruin his little stepsister.

“‘tachi.. Please…” Y/n whined, circling her hips against nothing as Itachi had yet to meet her hips.

“Patience, Imouto-chan, I need to teach Sasuke to please a woman. Don’t you want to make sure he can please a woman? Please you?” He asked, a brow quirked with sensually low lids. She nodded when she realized she wouldn’t be able to say anything lest it came out as a needy whine. “Good girl.” He smiled, running his hands delicately down her body, brushing the bottoms of her breasts until he stroked the front of her hips.

He moved his hands to his own hips and shimmied out of his pants, the position the only thing making it slightly harder. He managed to remove his pants and slotted himself further up between her thighs, his hips then flush against her ass. His cock stood firm and tall and resting against her cunny. She lowly moaned at the contact and barely resisted the urge to grind against him to finally get the friction she craved from her Nii-san’s cock.

Itachi chuckled when he saw how close she was to giving in to her urge and stroked his thumb over her hip in comforting praise. Glancing over, he saw that Sasuke was just as enamored as he’d hoped and took that as his cue to begin. Y/n released a high-pitched, drawn-out moan as her Nii-san dragged his dick across her folds, slicking up the underside of it. The eldest Uchiha son suppressed a groan at the feeling of her soft, dripping pussy against his cock and continued on. He rocked his hips against hers until he was properly lathered in her slick.

He pulled back until his tip was stationed right at her entrance where he lingered until his little stepsister whined and wiggled her hips. With a possessive noise from the back of his throat, he leaned forward, pushing his cock inside as he leaned over her, pinning her wrists to the tatami mats. He shivered as he kept in a satisfied, territorial groan as he looked into her eyes.

“Fuuhh- ‘tachi.. Nii-san… Please..” She begged with hazy eyes looking back at his own. He couldn’t resist any longer and pulled his hips back to push back in, fast enough to sate them both but slowly enough to make sure Sasuke could see. Itachi glanced at the younger boy again and smirked when he saw he had pulled his cock out and began to pump himself. Looked past him, he looked to the council to make sure they approved. Fugaku nodded at his son for the rest of the council and it was enough to spur him on.

He grinned with satisfaction and turned his attention back to his stepsister who was writhing and moaning beneath him. Itachi leaned down to capture her lips in a heated, sloppy kiss and he slid his hands down her arms to her chest. He groped her tits and thumbed at her nipples and he mewled loudly into the kiss. With a firm squeeze, he parted from her, both his lips and his hands as he sat back and moved his grip back to her waist.

“Sasuke,” Itachi called to the boy.

“Yes?” He strained but brought his attention to his brother.

“There are multiple ways to please a woman. There are multiple ways to please her with sex as well.” He looked over to his brother and he saw the boy’s eyes wide in interest.

“Really?”

“Yes, one such way is with different positions. Each position provides different stimuli. In each, you can add onto it in different ways. Like here,” Itachi stated, turning his gaze back to the girl beneath him, “I can play with her breasts and her nipples like this.” He did just as stated and grabbed her tits again, squeezing them and squishing them, and he toyed with her nipples and made her moan out in ecstasy. His hips never faltered their movements in his demonstration.

Sasuke watched on in wonderment and watched his big brother’s cock disappear inside of his little stepsister’s cunny lewdly. He was shocked out of his stupor when Itachi started to lean down once again. Though, instead of dipping down to her lips, he goes further and licks one of her nipples. Sasuke’s eyes snapped to her face when she let out a sharp cry of pleasure.

“You can put your mouth on her. Just. Like. This.” Itachi punctuated his words with kisses around his Imouto’s breast before he took her nipple into his mouth and flicked his tongue against the bud. Itachi figured that Sasuke had gotten the point by then and pulled back again and slid his hands into a grip around her waist. He sat back and hoisted her up into his lap, sitting sideways so Sasuke could still see what he was doing.

“You need to pay attention to her reactions, Sasuke. Watch how she jolts,” he reached up and pinched her nipple, making her jump, “how she sighs,” he leaned in and pressed lingering open-mouthed kisses against her neck, making her release a breath of pleasure, “how she moans,” he rolled his hips up into her as she released a wanton moan, “how she cries.” He growled out and slid his hand between their bodies and runs at her clit making her cry out in ecstasy. Y/n heard a shaky breath escape her Onii-chan and she let her eyes wander over to him. Her walls clenched around her Nii-san’s cock at the sight of Sasuke pumping his dick to the sight of her getting fucked.

She moaned loudly once again when Itachi bucked his hips up harshly. He moved his hand to rest on her waist with his thumb still over her clit, his other moving back to her waist to help her move on his dick. Up and down. Up and down. Her hands flew to his shoulders for stability when she started to shake. He flicked his thumb over her clitty while he had her bounce on his length.

“You’re doing well, princess.” He muttered against her neck as he kissed up the expanse of skin and to her lips. He swallowed up all her high-pitched whines and moans as he kept her hips moving and his thumb on her clit, though he had slightly relented on the assault. Sasuke and the Council watched on as Itachi fucked up into his little sister’s cunt and helped her bounce on his cock.

Remembering he was meant to be teaching Sasuke and not simply fucking his little stepsister— like he had been wanting to since nearly the first day she’d arrived— Itachi laid back and kept her riding him. His hands grasped her bouncing tits and squeezed them pleasurably and made her moan. Sasuke was entirely captivated by watching his little Imouto desperately riding their elder brother to get her release and the way she reacted to every one of his movements.

Her hands planted themselves on his stomach and she leaned forward enough to easily bounce herself on her Nii-san’s cock. She had let her eyes fall closed as she lost herself in the pleasure but then she reopened them when a jolt of pleasure shot through her. Her Nii-san’s big cock hit the perfect spot inside her dead on. She released a lewd moan that would be right at home in the red-light district.

Her walls fluttered around him and he groaned lowly at the feeling, instinctively bucking his hips up. With a quick glance at the Council, he saw a couple raised brows at his movements but they stayed silent since it didn’t hinder the demonstration for the youngest son of the head family.

“Sasuke..” Itachi grunted, gaining a bit of his younger brother’s attention, “You always want to make sure that she cums first, okay?“ He panted out, feeling her walls flutter and clench around his cock as she bounced on him. His little stepsister whined about how good he felt and that seemed to be enough, for the moment at least, for the Council to nod in approval. Itachi was doing a well enough job demonstrating how to properly breed a prime candidate for the next heir as well as how to please a future wife for the younger Uchiha heir.

Sasuke was enraptured with the sight in front of him and watched both his siblings’ motions and took a good interest in every one of his little sister’s reactions to each motion. He watched her face contort with pure ecstasy as his older brother’s cock was swallowed up by his stepsister’s tight little cunny. Her juicy cunt that was stretched so wide over her Nii-san’s dick and left a creamy ring at the base of his shaft each time she raised her hips. The slick sounds of his elder brother’s cock sliding in and out of her dripping cunt was almost enough to bring Sasuke to release just on their own as he continued to fuck his fist in time with his little sister’s hips crashing down on their brother.

Y/n’s moans became more high-pitched and closer together as she rapidly approached her orgasm. Seeing and feeling her reaching her end, her Nii-san couldn’t help but smirk proudly that his cock alone was more than enough to satisfy her. Deciding to reward her for being such a good girl for him, Itachi reached up and groped her bouncing breasts. He pinched her nipples and lightly rolled them between his fingers as he squeezed her chest with the rest of his fingers wrapped around the plump flesh.

“You feeling good, princess? You gonna cum?” Itachi teased her, knowing full well she was fucked dumb enough that she wouldn’t be able to properly respond to him. As he predicted, the most she had managed was an erratic nod and a whine vaguely in the form of an affirmative. ‘Enough of a response from my good dumb girl.’

“Fuck…” Sasuke could see just how fucked out his little Imouto was and it aroused him even more that someone could be that blissed out. Y/n vaguely registered her Onii-chan’s voice and looked through hazy eyes at him and moaned wantonly at the sight of his pretty red cock head leaking pre-cum like a faucet. The sensation of her Nii-san’s cock pressing into every pleasure point inside her and crashing into her cervix over again as he played with her tits and toyed with her sensitive nipples combined with seeing her Onii-chan pumping his cock to her being fucked into oblivion all filled her with such intense, unimaginable pleasure. The wave of ecstasy crashed down on her and forced her over the edge and tumbling into a mind-numbing, toe-curling, back-arching orgasm.

Her fluids squirted out and over her Nii-san’s cock and hips and dripped in rivulets down her thighs. Her cunny convulsed and spasmed around Itachi’s dick and squeezed him tighter than he’d ever imagined possible. Just the feeling of her clamping down so damn tight was nearly enough to milk his orgasm right out of him but he held out. Itachi released her tits and slid his hands down her body to her hips and gripped them tightly. With a firm grip on his little stepsister, he jerked his hips up to bury his length inside her yet again. And again. And again. He fucked up into her and relished in her loud moans and pleas for reprieve from overstimulation.

“C’mon, princess, be a good girl and take me, take my cum inside you. Be my good girl and let me cum in this pretty pussy.” Itachi murmured to his Imouto, his words slurred with pleasure. Like the good girl she was, she nodded— though her whines and cries of overstimulation kept flowing from her throat —and let her Nii-san use her spasming and twitching cunt to reach his climax. And reach it, he did, soon enough. Finally, he slammed her hips flush to his and kept her still as his cum filled her womb. The warmth that flooded her insides brought her to a second orgasm and her body twitched for a few moments as the rest of her strength left her and she collapsed forward onto Itachi’s chest, her head tucked into his shoulder, under his chin.

Itachi pressed a sweet kiss to her temple as she lay boneless against him. He looked to the side and saw Sasuke also sitting, spent beside them, cum splattered on his stomach and chest as he heaved for breath. Itachi lightly ran his hand carefully over her back and his other rubbed a small, soothing massage on her hips and lower back for any pain that would appear. She panted heavily against him and curled into him for comfort after such an intense ordeal.

“Well done, Itachi. You have succeeded in your task. Now we will allow you rest. Clean cloths and water will be brought to you shortly. Sasuke. Once you recover, you are to return to the main house to report to the Uchiha Head. He will be awaiting your arrival.” The Council Head spoke and he and the rest of the group shuffled out of the ceremony hall.

“Good job, Sasuke. Let’s hope you actually retained the information.” Itachi teased and breathlessly chuckled at the face his brother pulled. As Sasuke recovered and prepared himself to report to their father, Itachi moved a hand to stroke his little stepsister’s hair. She lazily raised her head to silently bid her Onii-chan farewell as he dragged himself out the door. Itachi smiled at her and guided her face to connect their lips once again. Without energy, their lips lazily and messily mingled with saliva sliding down their chins.

“You did very well, Imouto-chan. You’re a very good girl. My good girl.” Itachi spoke barely a hair's breadth away from his little sister’s lips. She crooned quietly at the praise and happily accepted another kiss from her big brother who had officially claimed her. Her womb overflowed with his seed and her skin was marked with his bites and bruises in the shape of his hands. His good girl tiredly nodded at him, her voice shot from how loudly he had drawn out her moans and cries.

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𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥:

Crossed out if I can’t tag you for some reason!

@frosch-thefrog @hellsingalucard18

[iluvapplesxh]

hii!! if ur comfortable can u do billie x f!reader who sh’s? like a comfort fic maybe. ive been getting alot of urges to sh after being clean for a long time and i kinda just need this rn

⧽⧽baby, don't cut⧼⧼

❀ pair: billie eilish x fem!reader

✰ summary: The bliss, the lightness of every single gush of blood felt more and more freeing and you thought it would be for the best to finally make your mind shut off, but one person is always there, helping you, reminding you that you're not alone and that you're worth it. Worth living this life even if it's hard.

✯ warnings: self harm, blood, crying, angst, comfort, fluff, !ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!

✒ a/n: I legit teared up writing this...| also this is kind of rushed but I just didn't really know what to write. so sorry, anon!

A long, sickeningly satisfied sigh left you. Your back was against the wall, the cool surface palpable through your clothes against your skin. Your knees were pulled up against your chest, ankles pressed tightly against each other. Your arm was resting on top of your knees, the deep red substance seeping onto your pyjama pants, painting them that beautifully crimson colour.

The tears which were once streaming down your face now dried up, red puffy eyes tracing the harsh, deep lines on the soft flesh of the underside of your forearm, the stinging pain was dulling by each passing moment. 

The weight which was once pushing harshly against your chest, making it hard to breathe, now faded. Your heart calmed from its previous fast beating and you didn’t know if it was because of the way the blood was flowing down your arm, or because of that disgustingly amazing feeling, but your tears have stopped too a while ago.

It felt incredibly freeing, uplifting. Like the overwhelming feelings of the day have been washed away. All those thoughts that told you, you needed this. You had to do it. You deserved it. They were now quiet and your breaths weren’t as ragged, your lungs filling with air completely before it flowed out slowly.

Yeah, this was what you deserved. This was what you needed to feel okay….

But those thoughts fought a harsh battle every time your gaze wandered around your room and your eyes locked on the framed photo propped up on your nightstand. A photo of your amazing girlfriend. She was always so sweet. Asking if you were okay even after you’ve reassured her 10 times throughout the day. Now she was the one thing you didn’t  deserve. So why did she stay? Why, when all you do is push her away when your mind becomes too much and you feel like you can’t breathe without that sweet relief of the blade sliding across your already torn skin. It felt even more painful every time it glided over a fresher cut and that just made every breath intake that much clearer. 

Why?

And although you felt like there was absolutely no reason for her to be with you, you couldn’t bear the mere thought of her leaving you finally. The possible look on her face if she saw under your sleeves. It made you cry harder every time you thought about it at the wrong time and you didn’t want her to leave. You needed her. She was the only reason you didn’t press the blade down any harder, the reason you didn’t drown yourself in your medicine cabinet. She was the reason that you had rushed to the medical supplies in your bedroom when your blade hit that vein and then when the ambulance arrived you told them it was an accident. And when she asked about it you just told her the same. She was the reason you were alive.

But even if she was, you couldn’t just stop. No, you needed it like air in your lungs. 

With every hug from her, every squeeze she gave your hand when she’d hold it, every kiss of her soft lips on yours, life was breathed back into your soul until those damn thoughts. Your fucking head pushed it out time and time again and it made you sick.

You just wanted to love her.

You just wanted her to stay, to love you, to hold you when your ears rang and your eyes burned with tears. 

But you couldn’t anymore. Your lungs felt heavy again by the time you’d cleaned yourself up and then you started again, and again and again until you passed out for hours.

That also must be the reason for your blurry vision right now. Or for the sweat littering on your forehead as the back of your head leaned back against the wall. 

The love, the need to stay seemed to slip farther away just like the blade held in your other hand, falling against the floor with the quietest thud. But even though your knees soon stretched out, your arm falling to your side, you felt like you were floating. It felt like you were finally done with all of this. All these fucking problems and thoughts and you. 

And maybe it was due to the dull thumping of your heart in your ears, or your brain slipping in and out of consciousness that you didn’t hear the phone thrown on your bed ring. But it was, and the screen was flashing, lit up with a photo of Billie smiling at the camera. It rang over and over again but you didn’t hear it, not when your body went numb and your senses were duller than that first blade in your drawers under your clothes.

It was when you felt a soft, hurried touch on your cheek that you came back to your senses once more, eyes still slightly blurry and you could feel the stinging of your unwashed cuts on your arms. 

“Baby? Baby, look at me, please” 

Billie’s voice was soft but you could hear the strain in it, the slight crack in it when the nickname rolled off her tongue. You heard a sob rip through her chest and your vision cleared, eyes meeting hers.

“Oh thank God” Billie leaped forward, cupping your face with her trembling hands as she helped you sit up. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Help is on the way, okay? I’m here”  Tears clouded her own vision and her chest felt awfully tight.

You moved slightly, hand reaching out to her but she stopped you with a shake of her head. And for a brief moment her blue eyes snapped away from yours and raked over your body, the blood on your clothes, almost dried, but when her gaze fell onto your arm, another sob escaped her and she looked away, one of her hands leaving your cheeks to slap against her mouth.

Your throat felt tight with guilt, your heart feeling like it was being squeezed tightly as you watched the one tinge of hope in your life sob in front of you and when you finally muttered out some words, your voice was painfully hoarse.

“I’m-...I’m sorry, baby-..” Your eyes filled with tears and your head shook. “I didn’t–” You took in a deep, shaky breath as your own gaze averted from her tear stained face. “I tried to–...I’m sorry”

Billie quickly looked back at you and shook her head, turning your head to look back at her. “Sh, sh…I don’t need an explanation. I just…–” She swallowed around the lump in her throat, tears still rimming her eyes. “I don’t know how I didn’t fucking notice” Frustration laced her voice and she pulled back.

It obviously hurt her. 

When she had come over to you in worry after you didn’t answer her calls, she didn’t even think about this. And when she barged into your bedroom to see you lying against the floor by the wall, the deep red coating your shirt, it made her whole being freeze with harsh flashbacks. Her breathing had grown faster and she had muttered a string of ‘no’s as her feet brought her closer to you. She had fallen to her knees, one of her hands scrambling for her phone to call help as the other desperately used a paper tissue to dry up your gushing arm.

“Don’t move, baby.” Billie said, her voice quiet. “I’m here now.” She leaned forward, pressing her lips against your forehead while tears fell on her cheeks.

–

The two of you didn’t exchange any words when the ambulance arrived and took you away. Nor when you were lying on the hospital bed, being kept for the amount of blood that has left your body.

It made you angry and sad when she’d left, saying that she needed to collect herself. You knew she needed that. She shouldn’t have had to see you like that but fuck you didn’t want her to leave. God knows if she’ll come back. And your eyes filled with tears again as you were lying there, watching her leave that room with soft hiccups leaving her throat.

You hurt her. You made her leave just like you were afraid to do so and your chest felt tight, breathing becoming a problem. The doctors had come in quickly, calming your breathing with some kind of medicine and you wish it was Billie’s hand caressing your hair as your eyes closed and your body fell asleep. The deep green eyes of the nurse trying to calm you missed that warmth which hers held and even though deep down you knew that all of this didn’t mean she was leaving for good. But it felt so much like it.

–

About 24 hours later, you were let home, but she never came back. 

You were now sitting on the couch of your home, an emotionless expression on your face as your bandaged up arm rested on  your lap.Your head was a mess once more and your hands twitched the slightest bed, your eyes darting towards the door of your bedroom from time to time.

The sudden sound of your doorbell ringing was what snapped you out of the suffocating depths of your own mind and you mindlessly stood, walking towards the door and unlocking it before pulling it open. When the door was fully open, you didn’t have a chance to look up before your body was engulfed by a warmer one, arms wrapping around you tightly while your head was pulled against a shoulder and when you breathed in her familiar scent, your body relaxed. Your own arms circled her torso while you turned your head, burying your face into her shoulder with a deep breath.

“I’m sorry I left.” Billie whispered softly, leaning her cheek against your head.

“No-...I understand…” You mumbled onto her hoodie, palms spreading flat against her back.

Billie swallowed harshly and pulled back, guiding you back inside your home as the door closed behind her and she lifted a hand, placing her palm against your cheek. “Are you okay?” 

The question which you usually simply and swiftly answered with a ‘yes’ made you pause this time before you shook your head, throat tightening up. “N–...No” Your eyes welled with tears.

Billie’s heart clenched in her chest and she took a deep breath in, her thumb caressing your skin gently. “I know. I know, baby” She sighed and swallowed harshly again. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice” Her other hand reached out, she placed it hesitantly on your bandaged arm. 

A soft gasp of air filled your lungs and your teeth dipped into the flesh of your bottom lip. “I thought you left…” You whispered, eyes wandering away from hers.

Billie’s eyes watered and she nodded. “I know, I’m sorry” She whispered back.

“I don’t want you to leave. Please” Your voice cracked brokenly as your eyes found hers again.

She took a step closer, her hand on your cheek going behind your head. Billie’s head shook rapidly. “I won’t,  won’t, baby. I promise. I’m here, I’m staying” She gently pulled you close to her, pressing her lips onto the top of your head. “I’m going to help you, okay? We’ll get through this together” She murmured against your hair before you pulled back and your eyes met. The softness in her blue seas made your mind ease up the smallest bit and then her soft lips slotted against yours tenderly. The kiss was full of emotions, sadness, anger, guilt. 

“I won’t let you hurt yourself again” She whispered against your lips, and her words were like another promise. A promise that everything is so wrong right now, but she’s here and she’s going to make everything good again. That it may seem like the darkness of your mind was going to consume you and you were gonna slip up, and maybe you were going to, but even then, she’ll help you go straight. She’ll be there when it feels like everything around you is slowly falling apart and she’ll whisper in your ear that it’s okay and she’s here. 

She saved your life again and again, with or without trying and she will continue to do so until you feel like you are ready to fully live again.

✒ a/n: hey, anon, I just really hope that you'll be able to hold on with the help of this and if not I want you to know that whatever or whoever you think is worth enough to give it up is not worth it and you'll get through it, even if it's not going to be easy.

[artists-ally]

Can you please write some more Azriel smut with his mate thank you !!!

{Bow} Reader x Azriel

Oh babes, you ask and you shall receive. Y'all went fucking BANANAS with my last Az smut, so here ya go you filthy sluts (i'm the filthiest slut there is i write this shit) Also you cannot convince me that Az isn't a dom. Enjoy!! Title from this song

Word Count: 2,869

Warnings: smut, spanking, spitting, choking, praise kink, breeding kink, possessive behavior, bondage, dom/sub vibes

Tagging: @librafairy @needylilgal022

Summary: Azriel goes a little feral after the mating bond snaps into place.

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I knew it was going to happen. I could feel it coming. Just one of those once-in-a-lifetime feelings when you just know something is going to happen. There wasn’t anything I could do to warn Az since he was on the other end of the continent in Illyria. 

But my bones buzzed when he told me he was coming home. It was just a caress down the bond, a flicker of his shadow around my hand to let me know, but it was intense. I didn’t know if he knew or not, but I certainly did. 

“Okay, why are you pacing around?” Mor snapped me out of my thoughts. 

“I think it’s going to happen. Like today,” I said through a hurried breath. Mor squealed and I flinched, the sound doing nothing to help the vein pulsing in my head. 

“Oh my gods oh my gods I cannot believe it!” She jumped up and down. “Finally.”

“Hey,” I frowned slightly. “It’s not our fault. And we both agreed we’d wait until it felt right to pursue it. Who knew it would take two and a half years.”

“Can I say how proud of you I am for waiting? I could never be that patient,” Mor grabbed me by my shoulders. “I am so happy for you, Yn. No one in Prythian deserves this more than you two.” “Thanks,” I smiled sweetly, taking her hands in mine. I inhaled sharply and let it out. “What do I do?”

“You need to make him something to eat,” Mor hurried out, dragging me out of the living room of the Townhouse and into the kitchen. “What’s his favorite thing to eat?”

I thought for a moment, stuffing down the urge to say me and trying to think of a legit response. “He has always loved those pork dumplings I made for Solstice one year.”

“Perfect,” Mor ran around and grabbed the ingredients I listed off. “Let's make this the most memorable meal of his life!”

For about an hour I kneaded and folded the little dumplings into half circles, filling them with pork and vegetables before sealing them and dropping them in a pan. I was filled with so much excitement that the normally terrifying process of splattering oil didn't faze me. It was so hard to think about anything other than Azriel and what we’d do later tonight. Hopefully, anyway. 

I remember what Feyre told me about her and Rhys. What Cassian said about him and Nesta. That it had been a fury of teeth and tongues and touches. That there wasn’t any time to be wasted. The want. The primal need for each other and how brutal it was. But how satisfying and soul-bonding it was. 

Quite literally.

I finished the last of them up, plating the others for when he got home. He was getting closer; the shadow he always left me with was writhing between my fingers, circling around my wrist. 

“Okay, I will make sure everything is tidy and then I’m gone. And I will make sure no one comes within a three mile radius of this place for the next week. Or until you send word Azriel isn’t going to rip someone's head off.”

I rolled my eyes, “We’ll be fine. He’s almost here so get out.” “Good luck,” she winked, disappearing behind the corner. The front door opened and closed and I watched her winnow away. 

Why am I so nervous? It isn’t like it’s our first date all over again. He has seen the most intimate parts of my body, the most intricate parts of my mind and yet I was shivering with anticipation. Not nerves– excitement. 

I can hear the mighty beat of his wings as he approaches, and I see him land in the back garden, pushing his wind-blown hair off his forehead. My heart is at a furious pace. Gods he looks… it’s like I’m seeing him all over again. For the first time. All those thoughts and feelings rushing into me. 

There isn’t a fucking doubt in my mind that this is going to happen. 

Azriel draws open the back door and turns his head to the left, then to the right to find me motionless in the kitchen. “Yn…”

He says my name in the same breathless way he has since he learned what it was years ago. Our eyes lock and he shuts the door behind him. Azriel doesn’t waste a single second, scooping me up and drawing me in tight against his chest. He smells of the slight salt and lemon of the Sidra, but deep down his natural, rugged scent washes over me. 

“I have to stop taking such long trips to the Camp,” Azriel grumbles a laugh, pressing his lips to the top of my head. He takes a deep breath, then releases it. When I don’t respond– or chuckle alongside him– he draws back. “Yn?”

All I can do is look at him. His eyes are impossibly green at this moment. All the flecks of gold and amber igniting them. My chest is tight and the edges of my control are slipping. 

He furrows his brows, “Is everything…” And the words die on his tongue. 

It’s like Prythian tilts and slides into the sea. Down down down we go with it. I might’ve actually gasped with the crack that formed in my chest, breath still in my throat. 

It’s not the shimmering gold or tether of silver Feyre and Nesta had described. It is an inky black tendril of shadow that I can see, that I can feel, as clear as day. And right there, tied to the other end, is Azriel. Mate mate mate is the only hum I feel besides the roar of hope. Of promise. Of forever. 

Azriel shudders a breath, staggering a step back, eyes blinking as rapidly as his chest moves. His hands are digging into the sides of my arms. “Y-Yn-”

“I feel it,” I finished his unasked question. I nod again, forcing myself to believe that this is actually happening. He nods back, eyes never leaving mine. “I thought that I could feel it coming. Like- like this huge build up in my chest and… almost like a doorway? Like I could see the door but didn’t quite know how to unlock it.”

Azriel doesn’t say anything for a long few beats. “Mates…”

I nod. “Mates.”

It’s like saying it outloud solidified it because only after that did the burn for him become unbearable. It was untamed and wild and feral, just like Feyre had said it would be. Before we wrecked everything in the kitchen, I dropped his hands from my body and walked to the counter. 

I held out the plate of homemade dumplings and presented them to Azriel. His eyes looked from the plate and back up to me. 

He looked hungry. Not for the dumplings– most definitely not for the dumplings. I wonder what it feels like for him. If he’s as desperate as I am. As eager and impatient. If he can barely stand the two feet between us like I do. 

Azriel’s fingers are trembling as he plucks one of the dumplings off the plate and brings it to his mouth. In any other scenario I’d find it weird as he doesn’t look away while he chews… but his scent is driving me in-fucking-sane and I can't look away. 

I think it’s safe to say that he doesn’t taste it, practically swallowing it whole. The plate of dumplings are on the floor the next second and a gasp leaves my mouth. His hand is fisted in my hair, mouth covering mine. 

Fuck me. Feyre wasn’t joking about everything feeling different. About feeling better. 

I pressed onto my toes and looped my arm around the back of his neck. He grabbed the backs of both my thighs and hauled me onto his hips. 

“Mate,” Azriel growled out. “My mate, my mate.”

My ass hit the counter and the canister of spoons and utensils crashed to the floor. I went to look, but Az gripped my throat and forced me to look back at him. He looked wild. Like pure instinct had taken over. 

“Az-”

“You’re fucking mine,” he spoke through clenched teeth. “All fucking mine.”

“All yours, Az,” I breathed out, his thumb pulling down my bottom lip. I sucked on it, tears springing into my eyes when he shoved it further down my throat. I watched the grin spread across his face. “All mine,” I said with equal possession. 

“Only you have that power now, Yn. The power to bring me to my knees. I do not bend to anyone except you. Always you. Forever you.”

My heart swelled before his lips were back on mine, tongue curling with mine in haste. His hands worked their way down my thighs, spreading them apart. I shuddered at the feeling of him against my core, cock already hard and pulsing against me. 

His scent– lightning hot with a touch of cinnamon– cascaded around me, blooming into the air and making my body react in a way I didn’t know it could. I scratched at the edges of his fighting leathers, desperate for his body against mine. Azriel reached for the straps, sliding them through the buckles with five centuries of experience and effortless precision. 

The material gave away and fell to the floor and there was nothing but his tattooed skin in my hands. Nails clawing up his back and shoulders, I couldn’t get closer if I tried. I needed closer. I Needed him inside me like I needed water or the sun. 

My body was thinking for me, hands fumbling with my bottoms as he ripped off his. Even as much as I didn’t want to draw away from his mouth, I couldn’t help the curiosity to look at him. 

I dipped my eyes down, seeing a few beads of slick slip from his body, coating the tip of him. I reached down, even more desperate for a taste than I had been for the feeling of his lips on mine. 

Az watched with a predatory look etched in his eyes. I gathered it and brought my finger to my mouth, the taste of him settling in my bones. He tasted how he always did, but there was just something more satisfying about it now. The confirmation that for the rest of our lives I would be able to have every part of him. Whenever I wanted. 

He couldn’t wait. And I didn’t blame him. In another heartbeat I was flipped over and on my stomach, knees knocking into the cabinet below. His hands tore the rest of the material from my body and the scraps gave away. 

He was panting. I’ve never heard him be this vocal. Or this destructive. “Hold still.” He commanded, pressing on the middle of my back to get me to stop squirming.

I obeyed. 

His hands spread my ass apart and I heard his tongue working in his mouth. I gasp when he spits onto my already soaked cunt, spreading it around with his fingers. He lands a crack to my ass with his palm next and I grit my teeth together, whining when he does it again. 

“Fucking mine,” He snarls, and I feel the tip of his chock slide over my clit. There is the familiar sting that comes with his size as he presses all the way in, not giving me the time to adjust like he normally would. 

But Cauldron damn me if I actually cared. I need him inside me. Need to feel every inch of his length until I couldn’t feel him at all. 

My body was vibrating, as was his. He pulled out and rocked back in, nails dragging down my spine. He let out a dark laugh, void of any real tenderness. “Gods I am going to fucking ruin you, Yn. Yeah you like that don’t you? Fuck.”

I cried out. My body was on fire. Every single hair on my skin stood up on end as he claimed me. Every part of my mind and body and soul melded together with Azriels with each snap of his hips. 

It was not soft. Or sweet. Or comfortable. We were both satisfying an ancient need for each other in every way possible. That door with his shadow leading me was wide open, and it was like I could see into his mind. Through his eyes, I looked at my marked body.

The noises tore through me as did my release. I convulsed around him, arching up and into the momentum as he rocked into me. In seconds I was lifted off the counter, still shuddering around his cock when we landed on the floor. 

Azriel hauled my ass into the hollow of his hips and hit places so deep inside me I didn’t know how to breathe. 

He was a panting, shaking mess behind me. 

“Mine,” he murmured against my neck, teeth grazing the skin. “You’re doing such a good job, taking my cock like that.”

I whimpered as he forced my hips to meet his. He leaned over my body and I felt a few drops of sweat trickle onto my skin. He pushed my chest flat against the floor and I wasn’t entirely sure that my spine wasn’t going to break with the force. With one hand pinning my shoulder, the other ripped my hair back, creating the most painful yet pleasurable angle. 

Shadows whirled around my body, ghosting every inch to stimulate me beyond anything I thought possible. All reason left my mind. I was his, and he was mine. His body, his soul… it was all mine. He was giving himself to me, just like I was giving myself to him. 

Every push of his body into mine drew sounds I didn’t know we could make. At this angle I could feel how much bigger he was than me. Knowing that if he wanted to he could easily over power my body without lifting a finger. 

For a second time my body overtook my mind, leaving me no choice to follow its lead. I shook and cried out, chanting his name over and over again as I came a second time in only a few minutes. 

“Fucking look at you,” Azriel said, easing up on his lod of my hair. “Taking my cock like it’s nothing. You are doing such a good job, Yn. Gonna fucking breed you. Aww, you’d like that, hmm? I can feel you clenching, feel how much you want it.”

I nodded, not able to form any words. 

Azriel turned me over on my back and pinned my knees to the floor with his shadows. That same darkness curled around my wrists and sealed them above my head while his hands worked my nipples, my clit. 

I couldn’t thrash even if I wanted to. His teeth left marks along my chest, the muscles in his shoulders rippling as he forced his cock into me at a brutal pace. 

“Oh fuck,” he whimpered. “F-fuck yes, Gods you feel so fucking hot.”

I did my best to tighten around him, and judging by the way his hips stuttered, I did a good job. The muscles around his ribs and abdomen flared, the veins in his arms pushing to the surface. 

“I can’t-” he heaved for a breath, mumbling curses and pleas. “Can’t hold on anymore.”

“Let go,” I beg, new tears spilling down my cheeks. “Fill me up.”

Azriel was a mess of gasping breaths and praise as he focused all his motion. Every hard ridge of his body was constricted and convulsing with power as he cursed again, head dipped low, breath fanning over my chest and neck. 

My mind melted as I felt the bond snap into place even deeper. There had been a mental connection earlier, but this was the physical side. Azriel’s front draped over mine as he came deep inside me, his thighs shaking as he fucking into me over and over and over, cum trickling out with each new push of his cock into my aching cunt. 

“That’s a good girl… there you go,” he slurred his words, drunk off the feeling of his release. I could feel it as if it was my own. Feel his claim on my body as if it was my own. “Take it all. All fucking mine. Such a good mate. Taking all my cum so fucking good.”

I moaned, fingers and toes tingling as he took his weight off my chest and sat up. Sweat gleamed his body. My eyes were blurry, but I could still see the need in his eyes. 

I swallowed, the high of it all settling in. His hands roamed over my body, up around the creases of my still bound thighs, and up my sides. 

After a few more short gasps, his hand was gripping my chin. “I am not letting you out of the fucking bed until no one is able to tell our scents apart again. Everyone is gonna know that you’re mine. My mate, and everyone will know I am yours.”

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Did you play the pristine cut of STP? What do you think of Dragon, Cage and HappilyEverAfter if so?

Spoilers for STP pristine cut under read more (+ a lot of text warning)

Hehe I see STP ppl are excited and want more silly comics

Well there’s a lot of things to say tbh 👀

Overall really enjoyed new content so far

It kinda feels like a fanservice for the people who already played the game

Which is not a bad thing, don’t get me wrong ☝️

I just view the original game as a perfect instalment, which doesn’t really need a continuation

New scenarios is just a pleasant bonus

(I’m one shot/short story fan okay 👉👈)

I already saw Dragon and Happily After routes

Yet to see all the variations the Cage route has to offer (heard ppl said it’s the most diverse one)

The Princess and The Dragon

HEY REMEMBER HOW I SAID I DON’T LIKE THE IDEA OF CHANGING THE GENDERS OF THE CHARACTERS BC THAT WAY THE DYNAMIC WOULD BE UNSETTLING?

YEA SO THIS ROUTE EXPLORED THAT DYNAMIC GUYS

I enjoyed this route, bc again

It’s scary, uncomfortable, makes you feel unsafe and uneasy 👁️👁️

Awesome depiction of how scary this type of situation would be

And of course bonus points, we got to see the bird bois 🎉

(Opportunist go brush yo teeth, u spooky lookin ass)

Happily ever after

Ok

Noooow we’re talking

I love that route, it’s my favourite so far

The pain, the suffering, the absolutely devastated British crowman

Brilliant, chills

This one actually feels like a missing part of the og game to me

I wanted to go into details about my opinions on that route in the future post

But now I want to talk 😈

👏Smitten👏my boy👏how are you in your edgy villain era already omg

Can we just admit for a second how badass Smitten is for escaping protagonist’s body?

Like-💥

This was the first route I saw and was like “Ooooh that’s probably the new gimmick, every voice is doing to escape and shenanigans happen” AND NO Smitten is just that guy™️ absolute chad

Minus points for “we will give her something she doesn’t know she wants yet”

*hits Smitten with newspaper*

Bad voice 💥🗞️bad 💥🗞️ we listen to what 💥🗞️our queen 💥🗞️wants 🗞️💥🗞️💥💥

But it works okay

The atmosphere is immaculate, I was legit concerned for a moment

Ok now give me a moment to be a nerd ☝️🤓

I love how this route gives Smitten flaws

I think finally we saw that every voice has them, because voices are an isolated part of a person, a pure feeling if you will

And Smitten represents that naïve love idealisation/love obsession

The guy loves the princess, she is pure perfection to him

This feeling is blinding and honestly pretty toxic irl

During the whole og game Smitten was never conflicting?

He pretty much the comedic relief of the whole game (and least it felt like that to me)

I think he was kinda a missed potential

Yes, love is sweet

Crushes are can be funny, silly and overall just positive

But it can be so destructive, so painful and so so exhausting when it gets to the point of obsession

And that route gives you a direct illustration of it

Which is amazing

I honestly think we don’t have enough media just showcasing this feeling of obsessive love and how dangerous it is

(yandere trope doesn’t count 👿 this trope just kinda glorified the issue)

And the tragedy is SMITTEN IS TOO DELUSIONAL TO EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT HE’S DOING WRONG

My poor poor birb boy

He’s too focused on doing everything perfectly, to make princess satisfied, to make us satisfied, why isn’t it working? He does everything he can, why doesn’t it work? How doesn’t it work?

HE’S TOO LOVESTRUCK TO TAKE A STEP BACK AND REFLECT

AAAAAAAAA

God I’m insane about Happily ever after

As a person who struggles with this exact feeling of idolising and obsessing over ppl, I just really feel that route

Goth Smitten incoming *coughs*

Thanks for your question ❤️ hope you enjoyed reading my mess of thoughts💥

Share your thoughts in comments/reblogs if you want ppl

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this is the one. the most popular fic in the harry potter fandom. the fic that got me into fanfiction. the fic that i sobbed to for months after reading it.

i tried to bind this three separate times over the last two years and bro the first two sucked ASS. it was legit the very first fic i tried to typeset which is like, not the greatest thing to start off with LMAO. it looked funky, i hadn’t fixed any of the spacing, my footers didn’t match the text font or size. it was very much a baby binding.

the second one was my first time using a cricut and there is a very steep learning curve w the cricut, especially in creating designs that aren’t too complex or too plain. i tried to copy one of the popular printable book jackets and omg i spent weeks modifying my designs and printing and reprinting on my cricut and it looked like trash when i was done.

so finally, we have come to this.

i got really into quartos during the winter and was like omg the editing process for this would be so much more manageable if i broke it down into years! so then i did lol. it allowed me to customize each chapter into sections so i could add the chapter title to the footers, and break down graphics into separate years so i didn’t have 100 pages in one canva file. it was just a lot easier to feel accomplished having broken it down bc this fic is a MONSTER.

every chapter heading is the same - just the swirl. i gilded all the chapter titles using toner reactive foil and my laminator (she broke in the middle of this project. i ended up having to buy another laminator, and about 3 packs of foil from icraft. this is my most expensive fic binding to date🫠). i included the songs ms.kingbean put at the top of every chapter, and the bootleg tapes and christmas special.

i am seriously so proud of how this turned out, and can’t believe it’s actually done. sorry this is super long, but this really was a labor of love. they’re not perfect, i’m still really bad at measuring and cutting straight lines, but i’m satisfied. really satisfied.

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This Week in BL - Top 3 Are HEATING UP

Organized, in each category, by ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Dec 2023 Wk 2

Ongoing Series - Thai

Honestly, 3 are neck & necking for top position! They are all so good in different ways. But The Sign had me hooting with laughter this week, so it scooped #1.

The Sign (Sat YT) ep 4 of 10 - This show is literally everything (except straight) all at once. It's BL, queer, band of brothers, romcom, erotica, paranormal, fated mates, mystery, suspense, slasher, and horror. It’s the king of genre mash-up chaos. I have no idea what I’m watching but I’m ON this ride. Is it a roller coaster? Is it a haunted house? Is it a twirl & hurl? Is there candy floss? Am I even tall enough? Who tf cares. All through the second scene, I was laughing. It was legit funny. Billy has great comedic timing. Guess he’s not just a pretty face.

Everyone should be watching this. Sure, it's madness but there is genius in it.

Last Twilight (Fri YT) ep 6 of 12 -  Yech. August may be one of GMMTV’s least likable characters ever (and that is saying something). Meanwhile, MOAR language play! They spoiling me!

Mhok letting Day go then walking away at the party hurt so bad.

Argh this show is great!

Ep 6 so that kiss was right on schedule. I’m looking forward to the boyfriend eps before doom & pain in the new year. Carry on GMMTV. 

Speaking of...

Cherry Magic (Sat YouTube) ep 2 of 12 - Oh they’re great. It’s great. It’s paced oddly, moving quickly through most of the key scenes of the original JBL in these first 2 eps. I think it’s intending to encompass more of the manga series than that one did. Which is good, cause that will get us all the way to The Library Kiss (TM). It's the best kiss in the manga. I also like the sides in this show (better than the JBL version). 

My Dear Gangster Oppa (Thurs iQIYI) ep 8fin - What a lovely slightly unhinged little show. Tew, can we talk? Un-ironic suspenders, that takes courage. Also, the revolver was a crazy gun choice. 

Final thoughts:

This show is just as ridiculous as its title. About a gaymer who falls in love with one of his in-game teammates, who just happens to be a IRL gangster. A real gangster, the kind that actually kills people regularly. The lead pair is doing their best with a ridiculous story and shoddy script, but I enjoyed it. Although I was grateful it wasn’t very long, what we got was oddly satisfying if, frankly, a little bit silly. Recommended. 8/10 

That said, what's important about this BL is not the show, but the production and style. Let me explain... no, too much, let me sum up.

This is a chimera BL. Regarding characters: it has Japan's style otaku + Korea's style gangster + Thailand's style friendship group. It used Thai talent + Korean money (Kakao) & IP (adapted from a manwha) but aired on a Chinese channel globally (iQIYI). I'm delighted by the eclectic insanity of this production and truly doubt that any other genre but BL could ever produce like this. It's like diplomat's BL and it's the great wonder of our age that it happened at all. This BL deserves its place in the history books on production alone, even if that place is only in the footnotes. A remarkable little monster.

For Him (Thurs iQIYI) ep 3 of 10 - The sides are… messy. Using the same actor for the old bf is… odd. But in the end, this show leaves me smiling. Which means, I like it despite myself. 

Bake Me Please (Mon Gaga) ep 4 of 6 - It's decent. It’s basically what I wanted Antique Bakery to be when I first watched that way back when (not to mention Bite Me). But there’s been so much BL since then that, for some reason, this is falling flat. I think it’s moving too fast for a Thai series. Although, say what you like, Ohm has to be one of the best soft kissers in the industry. He's just good at mouth tenderness.

Ugh, that doesn't sound right. But you know what I mean.

Twins the series (Fri GaGa) ep 7 of 10 - I love how First is so upset when Sprite starts chatting and being nice to Koh. Sprite is just a sweet easy-going likable boy. I enjoy Sprite as a main character, he’s a bubbly little communicator. And they had a cute kiss.  

Pit Babe (Fri iQIYI) ep 5 of 14 - Because there was more Alan and Jeff and they were more key to the plot I was more into this ep. I do compare it to green smoothie down the pants in the Trash Watch.

Cooking Crush (Sun YT) ep 3 of 12 - Look OffGun are truly great. But I’m just not sure we need them in BL anymore. That said, it’s nice to see Off as "the one with the crush" for a change. Also, this show is only good when OffGun are on screen together, otherwise it kinda, well, sucks.

Night Dream (Sat YT) ep 1 of 6 - Cafe setting featuring a cook and a writer. *Seems awfully familiar.* Except these two are exes and this is a reunion romance. It’s stiff and very pulp but not bad (no crap sound effects) and I am a sucker for a reunion romance. That said, Rookie Thailand is not to be trusted, proceed with caution.

Absolute Zero (Weds iQIYI) ep 12fin - I'm grateful this is over. It was tense but for the wrong reasons - sadness and confusion. This final episode was fine, but that’s because it was mostly them being together + flashbacks. Plus all the familiar actor faces of the grown-up friends (hi, Karn my lovely, still stunning I see). But 2 of 12 episodes is not enough for the 10 of suffering and confusion that came before.

In conclusion:

A man is killed on his 10th anniversary resulting in a time paradox, for which the only solution is him never meeting his childhood sweetheart until later in life. Both lovers cycle back to the past at different ages, so that they each become their own 1st & 2nd great loves, but every time it ends in pain, until each also endures 10 years of separation. Finally it gets fixed, but leaves them with multiple memories of time's failures like temporal PTSD, and everyone around them has chronic deja vu. Me? I got both. This is one of those BLs that is high-quality with great acting but poor story. If you like your BL dwelling, maudlin, and tense due to angst and suffering, then you might enjoy this. But I just regret it, 6/10. Recommended only if you like confusing time travel emo pain.

In which case, just watch Tokyo in April is... instead. Give over Thailand, Japan does it better.

Middleman’s Love (Fri YT & iQIYI ep 6 of 8 - While our main couple isn’t working for me... the side couple isn’t working for me either. I really wanted to give LeoTai a chance, this is the 3rd show I’ve seen them in, and still nope. I like Jade a lot more when he’s sad. He’s a much more pleasant screen experience depressed. I would like him to stay hurt for a couple of eps, just so I can enjoy this show a tiny bit more. But then he just goes unhinged again. Argh. I just don’t like it. 

My Universe (Sun iQIYI) Pisces of Me ep 17 of 24 - Codependent boyfriends in middle school planning for high school dealing with stuff. Including other boys being into them. 

Playboyy (Thurs Gaga) 5 of 14 eps - Dear Playboyy, it's not you, it’s me… I hate you. You’re about as deep (and as palatable) as a shot glass of cum. While I'm sure you’re someone’s kink, you're my weakest link. Goodbye. DNF 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

VIP Only (Taiwan Fri Gaga) ep 5 of 10 - It’s cute but I don’t think BL in this short format is Taiwan’s strength these days. And this is quite slow and dull. Perhaps they should have whacked it down to 6 eps, not 10.

Sahara-sensei to Toki-kun (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 3 of 8 - This is one of those JBLs that I should like on paper but is failing me. The drag bit was ridiculous but handled gently. The kiss was… well… something wasn’t it? It’s all very odd. I like the photographer cutie character. 

It's Airing But...

The Whisperer (Sun ????) 10 eps - Thai horror BL that ALSO involves cheating (what joy is mine). I don't think even the perfect single dimple can motivate me to watch. Word is... it's terrible.

7 Days Before Valentine (Weds WeTV) 10 eps - Giving me Luminous Solution vibes. I'm waiting to binge if it's safe.

Beyond The Star (Weds iQIYI) 8 eps - House of Stars meets Boyband. I was NOT impressed with ep 1. Been told I shouldn't bother.

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps - I find this series more fun to binge, so I'm waiting until after it completes its run next week.

Dear Kitakyushu (Thai/Japan movie) in theaters in country only, I know nothing about distribution.

Behind the Shadows (Korea movie) this is a historical I was interested in, but I've been told they kill the gay so I'm OUT.

Next Week Looks Like This

Still coming:

12/23 Dead Friend Forever (Thai horror) iQIYI

Original 2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED). With the end of the year upon us I'll do an "announced for 2023 but never happened list" soon.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

He so pretty.

I forgot how likable TayNew are, and frankly I think New is a better version of this role for me, personally. I like him a lot. He's a conscientious sweetheart. And a good egg. (Cherry Magic)

Ah the rooftop my old friend. (Last Twilight)

I would like to point out that it's no accident the naga's sex dream happened in the shower, he's a water creature after all. (The Sign)

(Last week)

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Not the first time I talked about Kenjaku deciding "let me just birth Sukuna's vessel". Did so here and here.

Before, I really didn't have a legit reason as to why I think Kenjaku did that. Today, I have a reason. I don't think I'm right and I would say it's a reach.

Also, before I get into this, do I think this should be something for Yuji, let alone the path he wants to take? No. Absolutely not. To clarify, this is just what I think Kenjaku wanted.

For Yuji, I think that what he needs is to take his own path. [I should probably do a post about this...]

But... what if Kenjaku went the route of birthing Yuji... to have someone surpass Sukuna? Maybe even be the "next Sukuna"?

As of 257...

I'll spare you the longer details since I already said them in my other posts, but in summary... if Kenjaku could make contracts with other Curse Users and just give them a body, why was it necessary to birth Sukuna's vessel. Hell, why not use Jin as a vessel for Sukuna? Wouldn't he have been perfect given he already was a part of Sukuna anyways being his reincarnated twin?

Here's what I think... Kenjaku likes to push limits. They like to experiment, sometimes for a laugh and for the sake of satisfying their curiosity.

What if that was the case for Sukuna? What if this whole time they wanted to see if they could create someone that with the capabilites of surpassing Sukuna? The thing is Kenjaku doesn't seem the type to actually care about "being the strongest" so when someone like Sukuna who boasts being the strongest, they took as a challenge just to have a laugh. Maybe even spite him?

Which is something given that Yuji is also someone who doesn't care to surpass someone.

Even though, he can could it almost effortlessly.

He had incredible strength, durability and speed. He can beat world records. He can outrun cars. He can do anything without the need for cursed energy.

He was indeed the perfect vessel for Sukuna. But a little too perfect. Yuji held the capability to control Sukuna.

Now, keep this in mind. Kenjaku is just as old as Tengen and has knowledge of jujutsu that still has to be learned by others.

I bring this up because of chapter 258. Kusakabe makes it a point of saying that because Sukuna used his technique in Yuji's body, his (Yuji's) body adapted to using Shrine. However, Sukuna have only been in control of Yuji's body and used Shrine twice. What if that was all it was needed to be unlocked for Yuji to later apply his own efforts into using his own version of it?

And Kenjaku knew this. Again, Yuji can suppress Sukuna, but there are expectations. For one, he has to willingly gave up control. Two, if he consumed too many fingers at once. The latter, Jogo knew. And who told him?

Kenjaku.

What if Kenjaku purposely told Jogo that because they wanted Sukuna to have that chance to use his techniques in Yuji's body for Yuji to have?

There's also the tidbit when Kenjaku tells Yuji in 136...

"I expect much from you." Of course, Kenjaku would! Rethinking about the final confrontation in Shibuya, Kenjaku says Yuji's name 4 times, twice in which of making Yuji an example. While it makes it's easier to understanding what Kenjaku is relaying to them, it also comes off like "vessels like the one I created" in a sneaky, bragging way.

That brings to mind this to me from chapter 158.

I brought this up in another post how I joked how Kenjaku already having Yuji signed up in the Game is like a parent who signs their kid up for clubs and whatnot even though the kid doesn't want to.

And well, Kenjaku actually did just that. Not like Yuji willingly signed up. In this case, it was more he was a lab rat Kenjaku was observing. What if this was the time that Kenjaku was continuously watching Yuji to see how he progressed after Shibuya? When they say "I expect much from you" this is what they meant? Yuji's performance in the CG and beyond that?

In 203 with this translation, when Choso questions Kenjaku what's the plan they have for Yuji, Kenjaku responds that Yuji already fulfilled that role with being Sukuna's vessel. Even far as calling Yuji "a thing".

I'll admit I actually was appalled by this because in 160, Kenjaku addresses Yuji as "my son" to a girl Yuji was schoolmates with. Sasaki isn't some sorcerer, let alone haven't seen Yuji for months and probably won't ever again. There was no benefit to that.

Here's what I think, Kenjaku may feel a blend of both feelings for Yuji. He's their son, but also a thing in which they created.

Both proud that Yuji is their most successful experiment he is. Like, "You're still mine because I created you, I can do what I please, you're nothing more to me but the role I assigned you".

I also think when it came to Choso, Kenjaku could have just not wanted to reveal anything to him and at the same time set him off to throw him off his game. Again, Kenjaku likes to have a laugh.

There's also that "He will become the eye of the storm of the new era". Talking about Yuji here. This line of dialogue just feels like Kenjaku dismissing Sukuna in a way that's like... I don't know how else to explain it because to me, if Yuji was meant to be Sukuna's vessel I feel like Kenjaku probably would bave said something like "Sukuna will once more be the eye of the storm".

Back to my original point. What if this was Kenjaku saying Yuji is to be the next Sukuna? A better Sukuna? A new King of Curses?

Think of what an eye of a storm is like. That's the safest place right? The place one would want to be. The safest place while everything else falls into destruction. That works for both Yuji and Sukuna. They both have this aura to them that attracts others in a way that's either "I fear you", "I'll be your ally" or "I want to challenge you".

Sukuna and Yuji have a lot of bad things happen around them. Sukuna relishes in it while Yuji doesn't. This is just one of the many instances that they do mirror and oppose each other.

With this "eye of the storm" line it also sounds like Kenjaku has no intention of making Yuji being included in the Merger. It's an unnecessary line really if Kenjaku had plans to make this one huge monstrosity of a curse by combining everyone to Tengen. Why say "the new era" bit?

Was Yuji meant to lead as a beacon of sorts? Like, how Sukuna did in his time?

And I say Yuji because once more, what if that was the intention? To create someone that could surpass Sukuna? Challenge him and replace him?

If Kenjaku could just assign bodies, why not have it for Sukuna instead of birthing a cage for him? Also, why seem so interested in Yuji's progress? Why say one thing about Yuji and then be contradicting the next? Couldn't have used Jin's body? Watch Yuji's every move since the beginning because let's be real, Kenjaku probably planted that finger at the school for Yuji to find and either way was going to find a way to get Yuji to consume that finger. Which makes it stranger that this happens months before the CG! What if that was Yuji's headstart to get him progress?

The Merger may be for laughs, but what if whatever the outcome was of that Merger was going to be Yuji's next challenge?

To finish off, I think Kenjaku had plans for Sukuna to just be someone to be challenged by their creation. A creation meant to replace him. Sukuna is more adapted to the old ways, but Kenjaku tends to be more open minded to the eras evolving. Probably exhausted from Sukuna's ever repeating cycle of being "the King of Curses" and decided to create the very person that could be the evolved version of him. A version of him that's even greater than Sukuna.

What if Yuji wasn't just born to be Sukuna's vessel? What if Sukuna was just meant to be that stepping stone for Yuji to awaken into someone better, someone greater, someone that could replace Sukuna and that accomplishment that Kenjaku wanted to claim and use to mock Sukuna?

Yuji is the soul nephew of Sukuna, their souls have even intertwined and they do share much in common. They're two halves of the same whole.

Yuji is that challenge, he's Sukuna's mirror. A Sukuna, in a way, that could have been.

His existence is like Kenjaku's way of saying "your greatest enemy is yourself".

[hawthornesbiggestfan]

my roman empire? alisa ortega and nash hawthorne.

were they a healthy relationship? how long were they together? when did they decide that they wanted to be more than friends? when did they decide that they had to split apart?

it breaks me to think that they weren't just a couple, they grew up together. alisa states somewhere in the final gambit (?) that tobias hawthorne also had a hand in raising her, which means she probably did things the way the hawthornes did. she was the original 'one of the hawthornes' girl. the boys (aside nash) probably saw her as family just as much as the other hawthornes.

in my head, the two of them were probl the bestest of friends. and when they entered their young adult age, they decided they wanted more.

to alisa, it was true love, probably. but i think to nash, he felt like it was just another thing so make his grandfather happy. i mean, he surely loved alisa. but it was definitely the pressure of satisfying his grandfather that made the relationship difficult.

when im in a positive mood, i like to think that the break up was mutual. they both agreed to it, and they both decided that breaking up was whats best. but realistically, if we're genuinely takin context from how alisa acted, it definitely wasnt as mutual. i feel like alisa tried to hold on, tried to keep loving nash. but nash made it clear that it was either him or his grandfather. which is probl why alisa acted the way she did.

alsooo i cant help but think that jlb just had to make them break up for the sake of fitting libby somewhere into the plot—which dont get me wrong!! i fucking adore libbynash. they were one of my most anticipated couple in the entire series. buttttt, the second-chance lover in me kinda had a little bit of hope for alisa and nash. anyone else? just me? damn.

because i rly think abt this, 24/7. would libby have been as significant in the books if she wasnt nash's love interest? (which she honestly alrdy is seeing that shes legit avery's second mama and protector) or would nash be significant if he wasnt lib's love interest?

honestly all that im trying to say here is that i wish we had more of alisa and nash. the ending wasnt enough, yk? they just showed alisa all of a sudden happy and fine with everything, as if she wasnt the literal description of female rage in the entire series? and not to mention how some readers disliked her so much??

give the girl a break. shes a young lawyer who lost the love of her life but still chooses to put her job before anything else. tell me shes not the most greatest tig character ever?

pls lmk what yall think!!

🎀

[randomalistic]

first off. i can't believe that i already followed you- your spam blog -and didn't know.

second. i literally just had a dream shere i was rambling to someone about turbo using stuff from your essay. apparently it rewired my brain so hard it, and you, manifested in my dreams lol (i even made a bad joke that "you can say he's Turbo-tastic!" hah)

and congratulations on making such great work of art that is the essay, you can feel and hear the love(and hyperfixation) poured into it.

i do wonder tho, what was the hardest part when making it?

I’m so glad you enjoyed it yay :)❤️ and also recognized me from my sneo blog LOL

I feel that so horrendously much. I legit had a dream a few nights ago about someone APPROACHING ME cuz they recognized my voice from the essay (girl get an ego check) but they then said “dude it’s so obvious you’re into him” or something. And I was like. 🧍‍♀️Well you don’t have to say it out loud

Anyways you’re not the only one cuz the video haunts me too. even after its birth.

The hardest part?? Oh Man. Can I say Everything.

There were a few stretches that were REALLY TOUGH. short answer: Entire first half of the video. Also the longer parts like the Manipulation section, Turbo reveal section, and the Cybug King Candy section. I had a lot to say for these and it was tricky to condense it into something Comprehensible

Long answer:

I completely overhauled the entire first half of the video (EVERYTHING before the kart breaking scene) because I wasn’t satisfied with the writing/delivery etc. (Which was a good choice because my arguments were pretty half baked before) but oh my god that was like a week and a half of 7 hour recording and rewriting sessions it was brutal. Especially annoying because those arguments were super old and I was getting sick of thinking about them. So instead I used them as a backbone to structure better arguments and revamp the script so that kept me from going insane. However it was also really fun because I got to see my old ass arguments finally be explained to their fullest capacity. And also I got to write shit like ☝️🤓Excuse me sir your turbo is showing..

The biggest issue with this being my first ever video essay and it taking so goddamn long: you could SEE my writing/editing/voicing skills improve over the span of the video itself. Which is really cool improvement wise but REALLY . REALLY BAD CONSISTENCY WISE. Like the first half of the video is the part people are gonna see first. It SETS EXPECTATIONS. IT HAS TO BE PEAK

I think I re-edited the synopsis upwards of 5-6 times. Which makes sense as that was like the first thing I started the project with but ouhvhhhgghghr. Making a section from scratch is WAY easier than going back and having to redo something

Early on I cut out an entire fully edited/scripted/recorded 3 minute section of me talking about Megamind and its sequel because I realized. This is pointless and everyone has TALKED ABOUT MEGAMIND BEFORE AND THIS HAS NOTHIBG TO DO WITH WRECK IT RALPH. There were a lot of scrapped ideas

Audio was also really challenging, just entirely. Making sure the levels were consistent (I had absolutely zero voice volume normalization I did it all manually 😭 I’m gonna have to figure out how to do that) Also just the concept of recording my voice and having to speak out loud in a space was Real Bad for my anxiety but You Do it Scared. Had to wait until I was home alone or like 99% sure I was alone before I could say anything without worrying. Also training my voice to sound engaging and consistent was so hard and it took maybe 6 months for me to get it down. Also I had no fucking idea where to record, like at first I was recording in a CLOSET (and later under a piano??) and then I was wondering why my lines sounded so weird. Then I realized I could just Record in a room and it would sound JUST FINE. So basically uhhh every single part was the hardest part. But it was worth it and very fun I think 🫶

[amyriadofleaves]

outside it starts to pour — neuvillette | chapter eleven

synopsis: in the limelight of fontaine, the prying eyes of its people never truly tears their gaze off the iudex and you, the présidence du conseil d'état, which makes for baseless rumours to fester and echo throughout the theatrics of opera. you and neuvillette are challenged by the reputations the both of you are expected to uphold, and the weighty decision to navigate these intricacies rests upon the discerning judgement of fontaine's archon.

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⌗ pairing : neuvillette x fem!reader ⌗ feat : neuvillette, reader, clorinde, navia, furina ⌗ warnings : n/a ⌗ word count: 4.5k

You sip on your tea, but this time the taste runs bland. The brand of the tea bag is embellished in gold, a soft print now dulled by the accidental falls of it into the cup.

A certain blonde seemingly appears by Clorinde’s side, all jolly and gleaming. “You needed me?” she asks, hands reaching to the duelist’s shoulders before shaking her after she shows no response.

Clorinde, expectedly, jolts at this. “Yes, but it’s not simply just for tea.”

Navia shoots you a calculative look before making herself welcome to the vacant seat around the table. “Ah. So you want me to help out your little friend over here.”

You clear your throat into your balled fist. “Precisely. You’d do Clorinde’s little friend a favour, wouldn’t you?” Tossing the tea bags onto the table, they miraculously land on top of one another in piles. The final bag, however, weighs heavier than the normal — because it isn’t a tea bag; it’s a bag stacked to the nines in mora — and you’re offering the Spina di Rosula a wager.

“Solve where it’s sourced, and I'll get you anything you want.” You push the bag further ahead on the table, the cloth almost getting stuck on every groove of the metal patterns. 

Navia raises a sceptic brow and removes her sunglasses in one swift motion. “I’m not one to be swayed by bribes.”

“This isn’t a bribe. It’s a solid business deal,” you bite, crossing your arms.

The Champion Duelist suppresses a snort. “You’re hilarious.”

Safe to say, you aren’t amused. “It’s legit.” The frown that flits across your features comes off as playful, but some part of you burns with tight-knitted desperation. You know your father’s still out there, and that he tried to murder you last night. 

And you know the reason why he didn’t go through with it.

Navia shoots you one last inspecting look before reaching into the pouch. She lays one tea bag onto the table and a notepad that she miraculously conjures from thin air. Without preamble, she pens every detail of the tea bag onto paper, and your effort to catch what she’s writing only falls fruitless when her writing grows even more incoherent by the word.

How is she getting all of this information out of one tea packet? She’s practically sucking it dry.

“So what you’re saying is that this tea brand has something to do with the man from last night?” Clorinde inquires, eyebrow raised in scepticism.

You draw your focused eyes onto Clorinde, acutely aware of the servers coming up from behind her with your entrees. “Yes… But we can’t know for sure until Navia here comes to a solid conclusion.” Truth is: you do know her answer. But to come to one alone would put your life — your identity — at stake. Everyone will find out, and it’s only a matter of time before all the sand hits the floor of the hourglass.

“Wait, wait. Madame, where did you say you got these again?”

You almost giggle to yourself. It’s almost rebellious that you managed to retrieve a hefty sum of these tea bags. But dignity be damned if it meant it got your father behind bars. “The Chief Justice’s office, of course.”

The satisfied smirk only thrives when the two women share concerned looks. Looks of could we get arrested for this? Or I wish I never agreed to this don their strained faces, before you tap the table to regain their attention.

“Now I know what y’all are gonna say —”

Clorinde extends an arm, almost recalling the legal codex as if it were a physical entity. “Monsieur Neuvillette could charge you with theft.”

“Oh, I know. But he won’t.” He wouldn’t dare to.

Navia’s eyes practically shimmer with revelation and she rushes to hush Clorinde. “Don’t worry, this is perfect. If it was found in Neuvillette’s drawers, then… he must’ve known him well. And the sheer amount of these tea bags!”

Your heart practically drops at the flow of words that leave her lips. Neuvillette lied. It wasn’t just any gift. They’ve had countless talks about Archons know what! You almost chastise yourself. Out of everyone, out of any time to trust someone, you chose the wrong time and person: the one entity you swore to yourself to never see face to face with. 

His impartiality, those piercing eyes — they’re tearing you loose at the seams; you’re not as rigid as you were. You’re losing it.

Your brewing rage spills through into any form of physical appendage that your body seems fit. The metal table is the first of your victims; an irrational fist slams against it, blowing all the collected dust under it and its legs to fly upwards into a plume of smoke. The second victim — or should you say second or third victims — are the two people that share a hot, steaming meal of Bulle Sauce Duck Breast. When a ‘How could I be so stupid?’ bursts from you, the only thing steaming around the table is you, and your ears are practically emitting smoke.

“We have our first anomaly.”

Navia drops her fork into the bowl and scoots closer to the rim of the table to hear you better — or so she makes it out to be. You think it’s just a matter of habit. “And what might that be?”

They won’t know what’s going to hit them. You can already imagine their faces of bewilderment —  and the words likely to blurt out from their mouths.‘No way!’ or ‘That can’t be!

They’re going to know the truth.

Yes way. And that can be.

You lean back in your seat, the front legs teetering off the floor. You are aware any move further backwards could have you landing on your head, but it’s fun. Whatever. “The Iudex of Fontaine.”

“No way,” retorts Navia.

Clorinde slips the hat off from her head and lays it on her lap. “That can’t be.”

You take a generous gulp of your tea until nothing but a drop is spared, and you take in a deep breath. “Well. He did say it was used as a gift — but it’s clear that with the number of the tea bags that he was talking to a business partner.”

After a taut, slow and depressing silence came the obvious qualms. This time, despite all of Navia’s authority to question, Clorinde brought up the question looming over your heads. “So what do we do to get it out of him?” “We use his weakness,” Navia says, nibbling on her thumb. She perks up, and her eyes round as they land on you, a devious look only you are a victim of. With a sink of mood, you realise with dawning horror what that face might entail.

Despite the offer not being said, you discard it with an awfully swift rejection. “No. Not me. Not happening.”

Clorinde’s eyes deepen in confusion and a second, indiscernible thing. “Oh, but he seems so in love with you, it’s the perfect ploy, isn’t it?”

Narrowing your eyes, you kick from under the table. But for someone who’s had worse blows, it does absolutely nothing to sway her. Your eyes shoot a cutting reprimand her way: she’s going to find out!

The only reassurance you gain from her is a stern shake of her head. This woman! Trying to keep up the act, but so inept at hiding the smirk that threatens to pull at her face. You watch her, tracing every movement — every twitch near the corner of her lips, the sparkle of amusement in her eyes. Perhaps a clever retort could wipe that smirk off her face —

“Yes, that’s it! Madame (Name) you have to convince him, seduce him if things get dire —”

Seducing the Chief Justice would be a feeble method. You can picture — almost direct his movements if you did, in fact, advance in such a way; he would stiffen, and this you are sure of it, and the whole ruse would fail, and you would be looped back to square one.  “I don’t think the seducing part is at all necessary, Navia.”

There must be a more rational solution, a subtler approach that does not need to rely on such emotional manipulation (not that it could toy with any of those tuned strings of his). That man is so unmoving, too impartial, that nothing could sway him, or so you think so. You consider every possibility as you sip your now tepid tea, the cogs in your mind turning, in need of oiling.

An idea springs to mind. Fontainians had a way with their tea and what occasions they’d be used for, and every characteristic of this brand points to business — dirty, corrupted business. Now, the question is:

What business was this specific tea used for?

Your train of thought almost collapses when interrupted with three specific entrees being served to your table, along with some directions from you to tell the waiter whose meal is whose. Your vision fogs up from all the steam that appears to dissipate the second the particles meet the morning sun into incorporeal droplets, alike to the tea your father allegedly offered to your now husband.

Navia makes herself welcome to pick at Clorinde’s meal, testing the heat of it on her spoon before recoiling and blowing on it with humorous haste. Clorinde, for her part, is unfazed, merely reacting with a raised brow only by millimetres.

“Ahem. Back to the topic at hand…” Your crossed arms and expression of revolt have them with their forks back where they once sat.

Clorinde finishes chewing a fork of chicken before humming a noise of affirmation. “So,” she starts, eyeing Navia with a sharp glare. “No seduction needed. But I find Navia’s plan to be alright so far. You just need the information out of him; the method of you doing so” — she raises both hands in mock surrender — “completely up to you.”

A scheming glint passes over the Yellow Rose of the Spina di Rosula’s eyes, an array of prospects to the case being served to her hot and fresh. She beams, the blue of her eyes shining brighter against the backdrop of the already blinding sky. 

“I’ll trace where it’s sourced, when and how and when exactly this brand ceased production — if they did, that is — and I’ll check every serial code and every detail under the sun!” Navia loses herself in a tangent of rule of thumb, and to the trained eye it might appear as though it’s by divine intervention, but by the way her hands flail upward at every word and command, you retract your word and think that everyone might just think she’s simply mad.

Slipping away from the heat of conversation, you recall all the observations you’ve made to Neuvillette’s schedule. Not that it was of any consistency, but it had a definite pattern. And with the rising sun peaking over the horizon in sparse beams, you think you could catch him in his office. You muster an attentive nod, hawking down every corner of your plate before making a swift kick of your chair that leaves you space to stand; but it does garner some unwanted looks at the scraping it does on the floor. Not so classy of you now, is it?

You wave at them with a gentle swat of your hand. “Yes, exactly. You keep doing your thing, and I’ll play my part,” you say, though a little quietly, before reaching into your pocket and tossing another bag of mora onto the table.

Clorinde tips her hat backward (you are unsure of when she took the time to put it back on, but the concern passes like an afterthought) to assess the goods. “We certainly can’t have you paying for everything, I’ve got plenty—” Before she can even do so much as reach into her pocket, you stop her with a tut.

“How else am I going to spend my husband’s money?”

Though your office resides not far from his, the wide expanse of the wooden doors that separate yourself from his view is a sight you, fortunately or unfortunately, seldom see. You raise your hand to knock, but it hovers in the air, suspended by the strings of inexplicable anxiety. Cut it out! It’s just an interrogation. Nothing can possibly go wrong if I just keep it together.

Taking in a strained, cold breath, you finally rap your knuckles against the door, a little too quiet for your liking; so you knock again — louder this time.

You cross your arms, tapping your toes against the marble of the floor in anticipation, tugging ont eh cloth of your gloves; but just before the seconds can stretch and you can follow through with your retreat, the door swings open, revealing Neuvillette, ever so unwavering in poise.

He takes a tiny, unnoticeable step back, presumably surprised at your arrival to his office at such an early hour (though, for someone of your schedule, it shouldn’t be anything too shocking).

"To what do I owe the pleasure at such an early hour?" he inquires, his voice laced with something different other than the authority he has in court, and in office. It’s somewhat… meek?

You reach for his shoulder, his expectant eyes following your hands, only for you to touch the cliff of his arm with a curt brush of your fingers. His head tilts in bewilderment, giving you space to enter — and you haven't even spoken a word of command!

“I think it’s better that we take this conversation inside, shall we?” The offer comes out clipped, barely concealing your pent up frustration; this whole thing wouldn't have happened if not for the stupid marriage offer — a matter you tend to forget about nowadays, with all that’s happened.

"I need to speak with you," you say, your voice steadier than you feel. The words come out clipped, barely concealing the storm roiling beneath your calm exterior.

The door closes behind you with a grande click of a lock, the gold plating bathed in the early morning light, with lines of it casting opulent strings of brilliance. With every fibre of your being that tells you that this sight calms you down, it does everything but.

The Chief Justice offers you a seat, pulling it for you, but you shake your head, arms crossed tightly over your chest. He takes no offence to it, however, and takes a seat behind his desk, posture taut with the rigidness he has whenever he awaits a trial.

“I know what you did to that man,” you begin, starting off sharper than you had originally intended, but it seems to be playing out in good faith.

A wrinkle forms in between the Iudex’s eyes, the only sign of concern. “I assure you, my intention to —”

“Spare me your reassurances,” you cut, lazily raising a hand to stop him from speaking further. “If you are to deny what you did, there is no point, because nothing can change my mind.” The stifling crack you heard was unlike any human blow, and you could only tie it to the man in front of you, the man you clearly told to stay out of your way that night.

“If it is what transpired the night ago, then I have many reasons to corroborate why that man was not in anyone’s good graces, not even mine, ma femme.” The further he loses himself into his reasoning, it fans out into a sort of tenderness that you think he doesn’t even realise the pet name slipped out of habit.

Your eyes shoot at him in bewilderment. “What did you just call me?”

“My apologies, it just slipped out — I did not intend for it to come off in such a manner,” he apologises, lips flattened into a line. Some part of you tells itself that you could get used to it, that if you had to make the people buy it, you had to tell yourself — no matter how hard — that you were his wife, as he was your husband. You brush the thought aside with harshness.

“It’s fine. What I was gonna say is —ahem — I remember telling you to stay out of my way. And what do you do? Get in my way.” This time, instead of advancing closer to him with dominance, you take him up on the already expired offer and sit in the seat opposite to him.

You take a teabag from your pocket and hang it in front of him. “You lied, first of all. I know there is a man out there, who was meant to be convicted of his crimes. But guess where he is, out and free!”

His face softens into regret and he visibly wilts at the sight of you. “Madame, please, just let me explain.” “Lucien Moreau.” You test the waters despite knowing the risk a false accusation could hold in court; but your time as lawyer has you cunning with your cards. And given his reaction, you think you’ve just struck gold.

“What?” 

“The man you’ve been in cahoots with since the very beginning: a business meeting, something more than that — oh! Perhaps something illegal.” Your eyes trail along the ceiling in faux pondering, exaggerated features of amazement bordering the line of insanity. 

“And that was the man from the night of the ball, wasn’t it?”

He tenses, undaring in moving. His gaze moves left, right, anywhere if it means he does meet your searing look of fury.

“See, Monsieur, if you’re going to remain silent,” you offer, a look of slyness ghosting over your face, “I’m going to have to see the evidence for myself.”

Neuvillette leans forward, face contorted in a way that suggests his own bargain coming to play. You shut it down with another sudden movement; one that you know he, the revered Chief Justice of Fontaine, cannot refute.

You reach for his hand, feeling for the hem of his glove. He retracts it almost immediately with an accusatory look directed towards you. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”

Easing into your seat, you bite back a sneer. “Finding evidence. So if you’d just let me take a look at your hand…” There were a plethora of things you presume he could’ve been worried about. Perhaps your theory of him not being human manifested into each of his appendages, which, of course, could mean nothing. Or perhaps his limbs were nothing special and he was simply hiding the bruises on his knuckles from absolutely punching the living daylights out of your father.

He diverts himself of your gaze, muttering a defeated: ‘Alright’.

Fingers begin tracking toward the opening of his glove, before you pull it with a gentle tug. His hand ombres into a vibrant blue, fighting against the warmth of daylight; you try your best to mask your surprise. By some miracle, your theory has rung true. He isn’t human!

You swallow hard, fully removing his glove and let out a sigh of satisfaction at the sight of the blooming purple around his knuckles. The bruising, however ugly, is a mottled blend of many colours — muddied by the blue that radiates from his skin. Tracing the bruises, you hear him draw in a sudden breath.

Well, for one, both your hypotheses are correct, which means you are also wrong in the sense that you assumed it was one or the other.

“That bad, huh?” you start, dropping his hand onto the table. “Should’ve stayed out of my way when I told you to.”

A knock sounds from the other side of the door, a small voice making its way through the slit of the wood. “Monsieur Neuvillette! I have neeeewwss!”

Who in the world?

Neuvillette opens his mouth to either tell her to come in another time or to let her in outright. But you, sly you, have an alternate option.

Unbuttoning the top of your blouse, you ruffle your hair with deliberate carelessness. Rising from your seat, you glide to the other side of the desk, muttering a ‘trust me’ under your breath. You unclip the clasp holding the Chief Justice’s hair in place, his strands cascading like streams down his shoulders. 

Loosening his tie, your fingers brush against his neck, feeling the warm beat of his heart against your hand. You realise, with morbid observation that you could claw his heart out with a pinch, but instead you leave him be.

One final touch.

With a mustering breath, you press your lips against the apple of his cheek, lingering longer than propriety allows. The imprint of your lipstick, a muted mauve, stains his otherwise porcelain, untouched skin.

The warmth of his cheek against your lips, the faint scent of his cologne, God. The things that would’ve happened if you didn’t know any better. 

Nudging Neuvillette on the shoulder, your head tips to the direction of Sedene’s voice, and you hope he catches the tell her to come in! look written all across your face. And that he does.

“Come in,” he bellows, though the command runs a little too sheepish for someone of his standing — but you’re surprised he doesn’t look as dishevelled as you thought he’d be. Well, that is before he starts another one of his coughing fits.

When you turn, you don’t expect to see the absolute spectacle at the foot of the door. Sedene’s paw-like hands are over her eyes, and she’s shaking profusely like a child who’s just seen a ghost. “Oh, Archons! Forget it, forget it!” 

Poor Sedene, she must’ve had absolutely no clue what she’d have to witness coming in here. A sight such as this would leave little to the imagination. How far did you two have at it before intervention? Oh, the possibilities!

She turns, waddling away before someone else comes in. 

A horrifying entity, that is.

“That poor Melusine! She looks as pale as can be,” The woman clad in a blue blazer does not quite catch her attention on the performance both Neuvillette and you have decided to show, and instead, regards the Melusine with imploring eyes.

Monsieur Neuvillette draws back the cloth of his glove into a snug fit before taking a sip out of his glass of water. “She is alright, Lady Furina. Do not let it ail you.”

The woman, though stunned, doesn’t react nearly as much as Sedene did, and instead, revels in it like the two of you are some sort of magnum opus of hers. Furina’s face contorts into a smug grin — and whether her brashness falls or rises is another one of the ninety-nine other matters you wish to not think of.

“Seems like you guys were having a little fun.” Furina teases, mewling. 

You cast a snarky look to the person that now begins her approach. “We were, wanna join?” 

Brows raised, you amuse yourself with how terrible she is at hiding her surprise. Her eyes scan the room as if to look for some semblance of an escape route, but she visibly wilts when she works out that the only way out is through the way she entered.

Neuvillette warns you with a mild tap to your back; and for obvious reasons, you ignore it. 

“I’ll pass,” she acquiesces, hands raised.

“Pity.” You pout, and this is the first time you think you’ve ever made the Chief Justice sputter in laughter. 

He stands from his chair and snakes a deft hand around your waist, his hold settling comfortably into the dip of your curves. “She clearly jests, Lady Furina.”

“I’m starting to like her. Tell her she’s invited to my tea party tomorrow.”

You mutter an ‘I’m not going’ under your breath, but make it so it is still loud enough for Neuvillette to hear, and his reaction is just as furtive.

Furina tips her head in question. “What was that?” 

You spring into liveliness, your pragmatic smile twitching under the weight of wanting to call her words you could be sent to prison for.  “I just told this little bugger that I would be delighted to go.”

“That’s just what I wanted to hear,” she starts, drawing her finger into one upward swoop before stopping mid-act. “Wait — no. No can do.”

You brush off the realisation that she decided to three party the message of your invitation to her tea party instead of her asking you directly with a more urgent question. “Why not?”

“Well that is exactly what Sedene was going to tell you: we have a meeting with all the factions of Fontaine in a week.”

Tensing up, you unknowingly lose yourself of Neuvillette’s warmth. “What? Wait — I don’t get it. I thought you were doing all the fixing.” “See… That’s kind of the problem,” she says, gritting her teeth embarrassingly, almost shrinking under the gazes of two people whose moods have drastically changed.

Neuvillette takes one shuffle away from you, and you give no time to think of the connotations of the gesture. “Lady Furina, just what did you do?” His eyes weigh into slits, darkening despite the sun being in full view of the office window. 

“That’s something we shall figure out on the day of, hm? Toodles!” She throttles off, not bothering look back as she cups her hands around both the doors and merely misses the amputations of her hands by a meagre few inches.

The silent, yet resounding click of the door spurs you back into motion, and you spin on your heel to Neuvillette, your face slate, showing a (fabricated) disregard for what just happened. 

You turn to look at Neuvillette, and find that he, too, is trying his utmost best to maintain composure; he’s practically trembling with restraint. 

Against your better judgement, you break out into a fit of laughter. And, against your better judgement, you swat his arm.

He freezes for a moment, initially confused, before he gives in and laughs as well, the baritone radiating onto you with the proximity.

“You should— should’ve seen the look on her face when she came in! Oh, God. It was priceless.” you bellow, tripping on your words.

He holds both of your arms to protect you from falling, his laughter a more controlled action in comparison to yours. “I did, but I acted a fool to save face. Can you imagine if I said something about it?”

His hold on you goes unnoticed when you wipe the tears of laughter from your eyes. “I actually can — I think she tried not to talk about that stain on your cheek —” You cut yourself short, stopping before you can slip into a rant. “Ahem. Anyway, I think my job’s done here. If you’d be so kind as to clean up your mess instead of leaving me to pick up the pieces, it’d be greatly appreciated.”

You rotate on your heels, stride interrupted with a hand around your wrist. “Wait. Lucien Moreau. You must have some sort of tie with him, am I correct?” his eyes meet yours, and you find no fragment of ill intent behind that look. But still, it spurs you into a panic.

The world stops on its axis, and everything comes closing in. Surely, he does not know? He doesn’t know. He must not know. It’s his own speculation! Surely. Surely. “Oh, I cannot tell you that.”

a/n: helloooo!! I j watched the new ultra man movie and let me tell you... the amt of fanfic ideas I have for that MANNN. if you happen to be interested do let me know! I cld add you into some taglist haha

taglist : @sek0ya, @souxiesun, @11111112222222sblog @floffytofu

[ma1dmer]

I alqays saw your swain post, Can u make like modern swain as a sugar daddy for fem reader 😞, pretty please? Maybe both sfw and nsfw

You are so real for this request...this legit made me come out of a nearly two year writing block and hiatus hdghd

He is a demanding man, with a demanding life style, he is rich and powerful with way too much money and too little time to spend on getting to know someone properly

He needs you at his beck and call at any possible time, the first time you deny him, in your defence, it's at the early stages of your agreement and probably in the middle of the night and he's calling you after a long flight to come to him even though you have another job in the morning, he tells you to quit and increases your pay for every date, it's for both of your benefits that you are just always accessible to him

Expect more gifts from him before he invites you out for a business dinner, or some event he needs some arm candy, usually clothes he can match to his own style and jewelry, expect him to be almost kinder to you, making love to you and being extra attentive, sending his assistant to bring you gifts before he finally asks you to go with him

Buys you a lovely little necklace with his initials, so he can properly show you off as one of his assets

He won't lie about your relationship, there is no point, and he isn't ashamed, but he doesn't want you to play the role of just any sugar baby, you need to be his perfect match, involved in conversations, adoring to him, socialising with his colleagues, hot as sin but proper, glued to his side, almost like a spouse, he wants others to envy him for being with you

At the end of such a night he'll drive you to his place, on the way there he'll slide his hand up your thigh the other still at the steering wheel, asking about what you heard from the others, asking if anyone asked you any questions, if anyone asked your rates perhaps, if they did he'll match and exceed that price, its money well spent after all

You are always escorted everywhere, if he can't come get you himself, he is sending someone for you, same when you leave

This man gets off on you spending his money, its such a power trip sending you off after fucking you of course, with his credit card to treat yourself to one, two, three, four who knows how many things, he doesn't think you'll ever actually make some dent in his earnings, and isn't that just so hot, seeing just how much his hard work has paid off

Pet play, if he is ever in town working from home, you are moving for the duration of that time at his place, he'll have you naked sitting next to his legs, or between them as he works, you aren't allowed to actually do something that'd distract him from his jobs, but every so often when you lay your head on his thigh bored he'll stroke your hair, only when he is done he allows himself to touch you

He is very particular about how he wants you to dress when you go out with him, he'll send you what he has in mind and expects you to send him updates with the outfit you came up with, or even better come give him a little fashion show yourself after a shopping trip

Any new outfits he approves of are rewarded with the best sloppiest head of your life, he slurps and uses his fingers so roughly until you ruin your pretty new outfit, and he has to wash the taste of you off with some wine or champagne, if there isn't a wet spot at the back on your dress/pants whats the point

He doesn't sext when he is away or even actually texts tbh , but he does expect regular updates from you, he usually doesn't reply, too busy with work, but he sees all of your messages, he needs to know when you go to bed, when you eat, what new did you buy with his money,if he does text his age really shows with each reply

One of the toys he'd most enjoy using on you would be some nipple clamps, if you can get away with wearing them out in public he is more than satisfied

Always wears some sort of ring that leaves a mark whenever he spanks you, like a little brand

He gets quite mean with his dirty talk, he likes to degrade you very very explicitly just to feel you tighten down on him, fear arousal, you don't even know, how much and what else will you let him do for money, are you even satisfied just with him, maybe you are too used to this, if he pays you more will you let some of his colleagues join, what if he tells you to bark will you? go ahead bark, he is never serious....or is he

[jivvie]

okay so quick side note before I get into MY HEAD… THE DOGS DIED SOBB THORGI MY BELOVED

vij’s thoughts on mcd season 1

from the beginning I LOVED the whole aspect of the role playing. It felt like a visual novel and I LOVE visual novels. If mcd becomes a game or book YES PLEASEEE

it was super interesting to learn more about Irene. In mystreet, we don’t really learn about her backstory so it was nice to learn about things that fit in the mystreet universe

100 episodes is A LOT and I thought fillers were fine. It definitely felt like a RPG game with all the tasks Aphmau had to do

Dude when Zane finally spoke his first line, I KICKED MY FEET AND SCREAMED INTO MY PILLOW YALL

Garroth was a little baby bitch at the end istg i wanted to punch his face but i guess he sacrificed himself for the group

Aaron is very unremarkable. Little emo boy. I’m guessing he has more screen time next season? ALSO HE HAD A WIFE AND A KID TF

still not a laurmau fan. SORRY GUYS but I just hate flirty guys and I feel like he’s also the reason for pushing garroth away from aphmau by like taking initiative. I guess thats why people are like yass Laurence but personally nah

I like how slowly you could realize that this series got more serious. like more ideas and thought put in for bg characters, even though they weren't "important"

Dante. MAKING HIM WAIT FOR 15 YEARS SOB. And I like how it seeps into mystreet as well

MAN ZANE AS LIKE JUST A VILLAIN YESSS. I hope he does not get redeemed and is just a bad guy

favorite character would have to be Donna. I really liked her character!! Sassy women <333

also omg legit forgot half of the villagers. like... who tf is corey???? is it molly or emma thats married to him??? too many damn pretty blonde women

babe house. just babe house.

i liked unhinged aphmau. its more funny now thinking about this compared to her newer content

at the end, i think i just cried for a minute or two. not only because i finished 100 episodes, but more that i miss aphmau's old content. her roleplay series is legit what got me through my childhood. and its very unlikely she'll return to this kind of content or similar roleplays.

like s7 is probably only here to satisfy us old hungry aphmau fans, but like MID?? no news whatsoever about it.

ANYWAYS I LOVED IT SO MUCH!! it was nice to just boot up an episode and just draw while watching. i might release some mcd doodles if i feel like it :P

i never tried mcd because im not a fantasy reader, but i pushed myself out of my comfort zone and im glad i did!! 10/10 would probably not do again because 100 eps are too much for me sob

[but-a-humble-goon]

As someone looking to finally try the DMC franchise, figured you were the person to ask. Where do you recommend starting? It is cool to just jump in at 5 or get the HD collection and start with 1?

Depending on your tolerance level for older, sometimes archaic games I say start with 1, that's what I did. DMC iterates on itself with every game so playing them in order is the best way to acclimate yourself. The first game is kinda different and weird, the template for what DMC would become is there but it hasn't really been fleshed out yet. The combat is certainly crunchy and satisfying but it lacks the depth of the later games and the story is firmly on the 'Jill Sandwich' so bad it's good level of cringe. All the same it's a beloved charming classic for a reason and it's worth giving it a shot. Though do not be afraid to just look shit up. DMC2 is one of the worst sequels ever made, do not even play it as a joke. DMC3 is the shit. It's the game that defined Devil May Cry (and basically the entire spectacle fighter genre). It takes all the things that worked about DMC1 and builds on it. The combat's much tighter and has a whole bunch more variety and mechanical depth and they decided to take the unintentional goofiness of the first game and go "hey, what if we sorta leaned into it and made it DELLIBERATELY cheesy and stupid?" which is perhaps the best creative decision the franchise ever made. DMC4 is... very good but also very flawed. It took the combat even further, refining it to an absolute bleeding edge but it also pretty much totally runs out of budget halfway through which leads to a lot of copypasted content and frustrating gimmicky level design. It also added a whole new protagonist who is a somewhat lame angsty emo edgelord who didn't really do it for people the way loveable goofball Dante did, but it's still at least got plenty of the all important cheese factor. If you really feel like playing the DMC reboot, as a game it's perfectly fun and functional and I certainly enjoyed my time with it but the characters and tone are just completely repellant to me. DMC5 is the best one. By far. In every regard. It's... genuinely kind of hard to put into words just how good DMC5 is actually. It's so good it legit left the fanbase asking how there could possibly be a DMC6 when this game cannot be improved on. It perfects everything that came before and then it somehow keeps drilling in new notches to kick it up and finding whole new dials to crank to eleven. Even the story basically feels like someone sat down and went "okay, how can we satisfyingly pay off the entire ongoing story of this whole franchise and even retroactively make everything that came before better all in one go?" and then nobody was allowed to leave that room alive until they succeeded.

[erxxi3]

Can I have some fluff with "Spine kissing" with Jill Valentine x Fem reader where they are just being really sweet with a little bit of smut? Love your work!

YES YOU CANNN HAVE THAT 🤭

Love this request sm I legit know its gonna be fun to write this!!!

JILL IS SUCH A MOMMY WHEN IT COMES TO TAKING CARE OF THE READER & BEING INTIMATE

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— Lustful Sweetness

Pairings: Jill Valentine x Fem! Reader

Summary: Your doing dishes and she is craving your attention (its kind of like that farm scene with ellie and dina in the kitchen, but not really taking place at a farm), but it ends up in a very intimate session against the counters. ;)

Cw. Fluff to Smut - Kissing/making out, cunnilingus, f receiving (oral), fingering, pet names (doll, baby, love, sweetie, and some more idk), and her just eating you out while having you bent against the counter. NOT PROOF READ AND LMK IF I MISSED ANYTHING.

You were in the kitchen washing the dishes, when she came up behind you her hand snaking around your waist and her ither hand holding on to your ass squeezing it gently. “Hello, love. Did I scare you?” She giggled breathily into the shell of your ear. Her other arm slid around your shoulder pulling you close to her. You leaned back into her chest and sighed contently as she kissed your temple and pulled you tighter against her.

She smelled like lavender. “I don't know. Did you?” you replied with a small laugh. She chuckled warmly nuzzling your neck. “Okay, you did.” You turned around and wrapped your arms tightly around her waist and hugged her close to you again burying your face into the crook of her neck letting out another sigh. Holding onto you and rocking slowly back and forth in her embrace for a while. You could feel your heart beginning to beat faster with how much you loved her. Finally you moved your head back a little and brushed your lips over hers.

When you broke away her eyes were slightly glazed over, and you smiled at her softly pressing your forehead to hers for a minute before leaning back in her arms again wrapping your own around her neck loosely. She pressed a long lingering kiss to your cheek. “You'r too good for me, doll. I'm so lucky, you're my perfect woman.” You laughed quietly and nodded kissing her cheek. You didn't have any intention of getting to finish the dishes, because she decided to stop the water, picking you up by your ass to place you ontop of the counter.

You gasped as she lifted your dress up above your thighs and began sliding her fingers through your hair. You tilted your head back giving her better access and she moaned softly against your mouth and continued licking along your bottom lip until she got to your sweet spot. Shuddering as she sucked on it teasingly making a soft noise. You gripped tightly to her shoulders as her hands slipped underneath your panties and cupped your bare ass. You couldn't help but whimper a little at this point.

She seemed satisfied with this action because she let out another groan before releasing you from her grip, lifting your dresss off your body and placing it in the laundry basket. Then unclipped your bra dropping it on the floor. Before you knew it she took your off the counter to only turn you around pushing you back against it. “Mm.. I need you now..” you managed to gasp out in between kisses she placed against your collarbone and neck.

As she had you bent over the edge, your panties on the ground next to your bra, and one of her hands cupping your breast while the other was working its way down towards your crotch. You were almost there. Just one last thing… ‘please’ you mentally begged as her hand touched just where you needed it most. It felt so hot against your inner thigh...you wanted to scream.

You felt wetness seeping out of you and onto the counter...oh god…She finally stopped what she was doing and looked up at you with lustful eyes, smiling slyly at the fact that you were already wet. You were panting heavily and moaning your name. “I've been craving you all day, but I can’t seem to get enough of you.” And with that, she lowered her hand to your wet core and pumped her finger inside you. You moaned pornographically and clutched onto her shoulder being a whimpering mess.

Your mind was spinning in circles; couldn't even think straight.

All you could do is moan her name, while she kept pumping her finger inside you until your orgasm hit and you let yourself go completely under her spell. You could hardly breathe, and you collapsed against the counter feeling weak and drained. Your legs shaking, trying hard to compose yourself as you felt yourself becoming limp again as her fingers kept thrusting into you, soon another being added to the mixing.

A new sensation flooded your senses and made you groan loudly. You were going to come again. Your orgasm shot through you like a lightning bolt and you cried her name in ecstasy. Once more your orgasm hit and you felt your pussy start to clench convulsively. “Oh god…oh God…” The last words tumbled out of your mouth incoherently as your hips arched upwards trying to meet whatever she was offering you. Your climax ebbed away leaving you weak and leaning bent over on the counter with no energy left to stand.

You felt her slide her hands keeping you upright and legs still open. Feeling Jill get lower to your cunt, hot breathe roaming against it, before her tongue circling your clit and lapping lightly at your juices. You couldn't hold back anymore, letting yourself fully lose control as she fucked you with her fingers and tongue. Bucking and writhing violently against her movements.

She was driving you wild, the sensations building within you. Fucking you as if nobody else could, and you were falling apart as she worked you. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you rode out your climax. Your pussy clenched convulsively as her fingers circled around you and stroked inside. Then she moved forward sucking you into her mouth with her fingers and licking you clean until you were completely empty. You felt as if you were on cloud 9, It was euphoria beyond description.

After a few moments, you felt herself withdrawing, and you opened your eyes blinking drowsily. Your pussy throbbing as you tried to catch your breath. You heard her chuckle darkly and felt her press you back against the counter. “You tasted so divine. Thank you.” She said kissing you softly on the cheek before sliding a thumb across your wet pussy. You shivered as she massaged you lovingly. Your breathing evened out slowly and you relaxed, looking up into her face.

“Did so well for me, baby.” She praised you before grabbing a nearby towel and cleaning your mess. You blushed slightly, embarrassed that she saw you get so aroused. When you were cleaned up, she stood in front of you and wiped your face delicately with her thumbs gently caressing your cheeks. “Are you okay? You look a bit flushed, sweetie…” you nodded mutely. “Good. Well, you're ready for bed aren't you?” you shook your head.

“What? Why not? It’s late.” She looked at you confused for a moment. “Well I'd rather wait and cuddle in bed with you.” Her expression softened and she kissed you gently as you responded. “Alright, sweetheart. If you say so.” She gave you a smile then picked you up bridal style carrying you upstairs. Setting you on the side of the bed, you watched her pull off her top and slip between the sheets and into yours. Wrapping an arm around you she pulled you closer and curled up spoon fashion and fell asleep easily in your arms.

The warmth of her naked body, pressed up against yours, and her hand absently around you made you feel safe and secure and loved. It brought a happy little hum to the back of your throat, and you closed your eyes drifting quickly off to sleep.

A/N: I actually had a lot of fun writing this and currently busy caught up in smth atm lol.. 😅

[beanghostprincess]

Okay no I want to talk about yasopp being a straight up hater. Like he hated him the minute he saw Sanji. Watching him falling over himself and fumbling like a fool around Robin and nami. In front of him and Usopp, judging from usopp's non reaction It seemed pretty normal which is not okay for him (that's his only legit criticism has has against sanji) . He despises him and now he's just finding other reasons to hate this man.

Smoking inside? Unacceptable. smoking in general? deplorable. Even though his crew smoke inside, it's not okay for him to do it. He doesn't like how he fawns over women he doesn't like how he fawns over usopp either watching him get handsy with usopp, don't grab them like that!. They're not a piece of meat!

Sanji made him one of his famous dishes. Obviously sanji was well aware that this man did not like him and he didn't want him seeing usopp, so he tried his best to impress him with cooking.

The duck breast was dry, the potatoes were undercooked and the arugula was wilting. This is what he feeds his son? No, hell no. No you're not good enough for him. He will never be good enough for his child.

Every time Yasopp comes over It is always in bad faith. He always tries to look for a fight, just wanting to prove that he is not a good partner for usopp. He doesn't even address him directly or refer to him by his name he calls Sanji 'him' and 'your boyfriend'

During one family visit Usopp tried their best to ease the tension between them but it just ends in them fighting with each other. Yasopp may have or may not have pulled a gun on sanji after a slide remark about him leaving his wife and kid. Sanji isn't too bothered, he realized he can never gonna satisfy this man so there's no use. He tries to keep Usopp happy that's all he can do. He just looked on as his partner argued with their father over the dinner table. zeff is there too, he doesn't get involved sanji is a big boy now, he can handle himself. Not the first time he's had a gun to his face, If he's not fazed by yasopp then there's probably no real threat.

Zeff adores Usopp. What a charmer with a very bright and sunny personality. Seeing how they look at him, leans against him and holds him in his arms. He can tell Usopp has a lot of love and they're giving it all sanji. How a sweet person descended from yasopp will always confuse him.

(I couldn't decide if I wanted trans femme usopp or default usopp so they're gender queer they're both and neither)

Linking this again:

Because it's my thoughts on this topic, basically!! Got a similar ask last month about it. But yeah, I agree completely with you. I think Yasopp would hate Sanji's guts. And Zeff loving Usopp??? That's something I didn't know I needed but it makes me so happy, actually. It would make Sanji the happiest man in the world.

(All characters are genderqueer if you try)