#I WAS LIKE PLEASE BE /J FOR THE LOVE OF GOD BE /J BUT THEY WERE /SRS

[somberomens]

i love a (submissive) man — sub!remmick x domme!reader

spontaneous oneshot: public fucking behind a tree at night, i thought of these when writing these sub!remmick hcs with a domme reader. i decided to turn it into a one shot loll but i enjoyed it a lot so i will make a second part to it :)))

cw: nsfw — minors DNI !!! public sex, degrading, sub[remmick]/dom[reader] dynamics, bdsm mentions/implications??? [slight bondage lol], hair pulling, pussy eating, riding, spitting, squirting, multiple orgasms, cum hahahahahahahahahhaha i was horny just enjoy

wc: 2.0k

the midnight hour.

moon hung high over a silent city park. the air’s damp, sticky with summer heat, cicadas humming somewhere in the dark. you're deep in the trees, just far enough from the walking path that no one should notice... unless they’re really looking.

remmick’s back hit the tree with a thud, breath catching in that tight, trembling throat of his. the glimmer of his lust filled eyes glinting under the moonlight, wrists tied by his suspenders in front of him, cock already hard, twitching in the open air like it couldn’t wait a second longer. his dark hair was a fucking mess, some strands clinging to his sweaty forehead, others wrapped around your fingers as you yanked his head back and growled against his jaw.

“you’re dripping like a bitch in heat, remmick,” you whispered, dragging your palm down his bare chest, fingernails biting in. “you hear that? someone’s walking by. you want them to see you like this?”

he shuddered, whole body giving that beautiful little jolt you knew so well. like you flipped one of his many switches.

“y-yes, oh god yes” he whimpered. “let them see. let them know how pathetic i am for you. please—please jus’ touch me ma’am i’ll be a good’n—”

you slapped him. open palm, fast, just hard enough across the cheek to make his knees buckle. his cock jumped.

“such a needy boy i have hm?” you snarled. “i oughta jus’ leave you right here—tied up, dick out, n’ let some stranger find you and use you like the cumdump you are.”

he whined like a mutt. so snimalistic, like he was being denied such a treat. “n-no ma’am i only want you, only wan’ you to fuck— to use me” his knees hit dirt. “nobody else” you didn’t stop him. just stepped forward and let your fingers tangle in his dark waves again.

“open that mouth,” you said, “tongue out. don’t speak.”

you spit.

right onto his tongue.

and quickly, he swallowed. moaned while doing it at that. god he thought he was gonna cum all over the foliage that littered the dirt.

“such a good one i have” you crooned, giving him pets on his head like the little pet he was. “i better give him something nice shouldn’t i?” quickly nodding his head in agreement before he knew it, you put your back to the bark of the tree and shoved your bare pussy onto his face; throwing one leg over his shoulder for support.

hands tangled in his hair—yanking, pulling his curly head tight against you until his nose was practically crushed against your clit, until he choked on your slick and still moaned like the depraved thing he was.

“fucking louder,” you hissed, grinding down on his face, slick already running down his jaw. “don’t stop ‘til you’ve drowned in it.”

and he fucking tried.

god, did he try.

his tongue worked like this was his last meal—long, thick, slow at first, then fast and frantic, switching between flattening and flicking as you tugged on his hair harder. you rode his face like a bitch in heat who deserved to cum again and again with your whimpering little vampire slut gargling your pussy under moonlight.

“mmph— y-your taste— fuck” he gasped between licks, drool pouring down his chin. “so good, so so good—gods— wanna live down here—j-jus’l let me please”

he whimpered, licked faster.

your thighs were already shaking, cunt dripping all over his tongue, his chin, his chest. he didn’t care, in fact you both didn’t . you both fucking loved it. loved the mess. loved the taste. his deep lust filled red eyes rolled up every time your pussy pulsed on his tongue like it owned him.

“you’re getting me wet enough, it’s like you want me to drown you, slut,” you muttered, nails digging into the back of his neck. he groaned like a whore, latched on, sucking at your clit until your legs locked and your body jerked like you’d been hit with lightning, squirting, hard. the first orgasm slammed into you like a freight train—your juices splashing against his face, coating him.

remmick’s head snapped back, stunned, mouth open—and you saw it—your cum dripping down his chin, his tongue out, his eyes wild.

“t-thank you—oh fuck—please—can i have more?” he begged, already diving back in. “please i want it—i want to drink you ‘til i drown—please—”

you shoved his face back into your cunt. hard and he licked and sucked like a man possessed.

sloppy now. filthy. tongue thrusting into your pussy while his nose rubbed against your clit. you were practically riding his face if you weren’t before, your hips grinding down mercilessly, soaking him, using him. he whimpered into your folds, moaning against your skin, sending vibrations through your cunt that made you twitch.

you leaned back against the tree, spreading your thighs even wider, smearing your slick all over his cheeks, his nose, his tongue.

“you’re eating my shit like it’s dessert, you nasty little mutt.”

he moaned at your names, he always got off to them, it was funny really.

“you like being out here? where anyone could walk by n’ see what a good little pussylicker you are?”

be fucking whimpered. tounge buried deep inside your hole, his cock hard and twitching untouched in his pants, dripping with need—but he didn’t care, neither did you at the time. he didn’t need to cum. not when he was getting a treat like this.

“i—i love it,” he panted between sucks. “wan’ them to see. i want them to hear how wet you get when i eat your pussy—how desperate i am for you please”

he moaned like a dying thing, so fucking needy for more of your slick. you gripped the bark behind you, leaning back, grinding your cunt down over and over and before you knew it you squirted again. right into his mouth. another orgasm ripped through you and you screamed his name into the dark. 

he swallowed and whined, basically cried out like it was his last wish come true.

“y’ so fucking filthy,” you gasped, twitching, grinding one last time before sliding off his face to get the best look at it. just seeing him all wet glistening in the dark with your slick. “look at you. fucking soaked.” his hair was matted and messy from your tight grip. mouth agape with drool and cum dripping from his lips, soaking into his pale chest. he looked so broken, so ruined all whilst grinning like a fucked out idiot.

“i-i’m hard,” he whispered. “please… let me cum?”

you stepped over him, foot pressing down, rubbing against his painfully hard cock—slow and cruel. “beg for it sugar.”

“o-oh god baby don’t make me— i wanna cum s’bad-“ 

“i don’t think you want it bad enough if you can’t beg anymore, might as well jus’ leave ya here frustrated n horny for someone else to take you—“

“n-no! i’m your filthy little fuckpet, only yours miss” he moaned, writhing under your foot. “your only pussy-drunk fucktoy. please let me cum. please—i’ll keep eating your pussy all night, i’ll do anything. swear—just please let me—please—” you didn’t let him finish or recover; you grabbed him by that ridiculous, now-soaked dusty blue shirt collar, and dragged him—half-crawling, breath hitching with every stumble—through the trees toward the edge of the clearing.

remmick’s face was still slick with your cum. eyes glassy. lips red and raw, twitching with every pant. he looked like a fucking wreck, and you couldn’t have been more proud of what you did to.

the bench came into view. slightly rusted, cracked wood,, perfect.

you shoved him down onto it and re-tied his suspenders on his wrists. he gasped as you quickly pulled his pants and sat him on the bench thighs trembling, cock slapping against his stomach, still painfully hard from eating your pussy. 

“wanna give anyone passing a good show,” you hissed, voice right at his ear. “you think anyone walking past will enjoy seeing your slutty ass get fucked on a park bench like a needy street slut?”

“y-yes,” he moaned. “i—i hope they do.”

you didn’t even pull your slick panties off—just shoved them to the side as you straddled him. your pussy soaked with saliva and slick, lips swollen and hungry for more. his cock throbbed under you, the head angry red, twitching at the mere heat of your cunt hovering above it.

he moaned. gritted his teeth. tried not to buck his hips. failed.

“don’t tease me like this baby. please—please ride me,” he begged, desperate. literally shaking. “i’ll be as loud or as quiet. i’ll be good. i’ll take it—slow or fast—i don’t care—just please.”

cutting him off you slid down, inch by fucking inch, painfully slow just to make him desprate enough.

his cock stretched you open slow, burning, dragging against every pulse point inside you as you dropped down until your hips met his and your cunt swallowed him whole.

“fuuuuck,” he whimpered, head rolling back. “thank you, thank you so much, i—fuck— gonna cum already—!”

you slapped him again. “best you not do that, you know better don’t you?” nodding his head in utter compliance “y-yes’m”

and you started to move once more, ever so slow and cruel.

grinding circles with your hips, then rising just a little, letting his cock almost slip free, before dropping back down and tightening around him like a vice. you leaned forward, lips brushing his, not kissing—teasing.

“hmm this the first time someone’s ever made you feel this way, remmick?” you purred, teeth nipping at his lower lip. “or you just get off on being used like some fuckdoll in public?”

“b-both,” he choked out, eyes fluttering shut, then flying open again when your cunt clenched around him.

you started riding him harder. the pace still fucking agonizing for his taste he whined further little ‘please’s.

every time his cock twitched like he was close, you stopped. ground your hips in a slow circle, rolling your clit against his stomach just to fuck with him. you teased him with your lips—licking at the seam of his mouth, nipping his tongue, sucking his bottom lip into your teeth. and he just took it. wrists bound, body shaking, tears forming at the corners of his eyes from the sheer, aching pressure of not being allowed to cum.

“mm you makin’ so much noise,” you whispered, licking along his throat. “you must really wanna attract people to watch us, huh?”

“y-yes,” he moaned, hips jerking, breath ragged. “please—please let them—please don’t stop—please—fuck—”

your teeth sank into his neck. not hard enough to pierce like his teeth could. just enough to mark. you rode as much as you possibly could. the bench creaked. your thighs slapped down against his, your cunt clenching tighter, wetter. you were close, so close and he felt it, felt you tightening around him, rhythm breaking, your moans starting to match his.

“cum with me,” you ordered, hand on his throat now, squeezing. “wanna feel you twitching inside me while i drench your cock.”

through his whiny voice he pleaded “y-yes—yes—oh gods, please, please, please—”

you kissed him. finally. deep. wet. tongues clashing, teeth scraping, spit running down both your chins. you fucked him so hard the bench rocked. and when you came—when that fucking orgasm slammed into your spine and made your pussy clamp around him like a fist— he lost it and then he came, hard.

his whole body jerked, hips bucking, arms straining against the bonds. he sobbed into your mouth, cock throbbing, bottoming out hot cum deep inside your cunt as you both writhed together, panting, moaning, completely exposed.

and maybe someone saw, hopefully they saw.

hopefully they stood just off the path, frozen, watching as this pathetic excuse for hat was supposed to make for a threatening vampire got milked dry in the dark with a fistfull of his hair being pulled and teeth marks on his throat.

you didn’t care, you ground your hips one more time, slow, dragging his oversensitive cock deeper into your still-quivering cunt.

“nasty thing, you still hard?” you whispered into his mouth. “don’t worry we’re not leaving this bench until you pass out.”

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a/n: my clark ken nsfw lowkey flopped so i’ll be trying at it again next week. IN OTHER NEWS! please suggest some more stuff to write about, i will be posting my hades!remmick x persephone!reader series in the days to come so be aware for that. i just have to do A LOTT of research :)))

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[curated-hdg]

Freedom's Ember by Kanagen (and also the whole Tillsandia Trilogy, because why not)

Released: March 2025

115k words; complete

Noteworthy Tags: Philosophy, What even is Freedom?

Trish survived Solstice. She survived the prison, the revolution, the long winter, and most important of all, she survived the Affini. So many others were taken, domesticated, made into nothing more than pets for humanity's new overlords, but Trish escaped that fate. Entrusted with a plan to keep the last embers of humanity's freedom alive, she labored for decades to make those plans a reality — but now the past is catching up with her, in more ways than one. Haven did not choose to be a scion of the hyper-wealthy elite, nor did she choose a father obsessed with his own progeny, and she certainly didn't choose to inherit his genetic legacy. Cast adrift on the tides of time by her father's cryogenic Hail-Mary attempt to evade the Affini, she awakens in a future dominated and defined by the Compact, where the only humans left who remember how things used to be are her now-elderly peers. Having spent her entire life wishing she had the courage to end everything, now she's faced with a new beginning, whether she wants it or not.

So I had a lot of spare time with no internet access today, and decided on a whim to start on Freedom's Ember. I then proceeded to devour the entire story, word by word, over the following 6 hours. IT'S A GOOD ONE.

Look, have I spoken at any length about the Tillsandia trilogy? I don't remember, which means it's definitely been long enough since doing so that it's worth spending a moment recapping.

(Incredible art by @hdgprom )

No Gods No Masters is broadly considered the philosophical heart of Human Domestication Guide, one of the most beloved and influential works within the entire setting. It examines how leftist and anarchist thought would handle the affini, it explores and elaborates on the imperialism of the Affini Compact, it features a monster dinosaur 'fini chasing a jeep up a cliff. It fuckin' slaps. I am not aware of anyone who enjoys any part of HDG as a setting and doesn't love this story, to the point that it felt redundant to even bring it up here. But I just finished Freedom's Ember and feel like gushing. Absolutely a foundational work in creating what Human Domestication Guide is, years later.

If you haven't read No Gods No Masters, fix that.

Then read The Floret in the Mirror.

The Floret in the Mirror is Kanagen's treatise on digital life in the Compact, and its influence on what life as a digitized sophont could look like is unmistakably stamped on the setting in no small part because it's goddamn fucking incredible. It's blisteringly hot, pushing the concept of eroticism into entirely new realms. Nearly everyone who's read The Floret in the Mirror, myself included, has come away from it thinking "I didn't know it was possible to be horny about that!". Like, this line will probably mean nothing to you without context, but uh... It goes so fucking hard.

J-355 was a good form.

It's one of those truly iconic snippets, up there with "Please Tell Me That's My Skin" and "You're A Pet, Not A Person", and when you read this story, you will understand why. I also think it's directly to blame for the rise of knolling in the HDG fandom, and for that I must salute it.

So we come to Freedom's Ember. What can I even say about Freedom's Ember?

Well, for one thing, it's a very sharp story. One of the defining traits of one of our main characters is constant intrusive suicidal thoughts; our second main character is about as feral as it's possible to be after so many years in the compact. It's also beautiful, in that very typical way of Kanagen's stories. Every single affini who asserts that they care proves it. They go so far to prove it. The story deals with themes of freedom, of loss of self, of learning to love oneself after life has convinced you you'd be better off dead, and just... stars. We also get to see how all our friends from No Gods, No Masters are getting on 60 years later, and that's also wonderful.

It's hard to even know where to start, mere hours after reading it. It is a powerful and frank exploration as to what freedom means within the context of the setting, a gorgeous demonstration of just how much the affini care, and to what lengths they'll go, and... I can't even hint at some of the incredible shit that happens here, but I will say that it features possibly the cruelest thing an affini has ever done to a xenosophont.

Oh oh oh the best part? GRANNY'S STILL FUCKIN' THAT DINOSAUR! 50 FILTHY YEARS, LET'S GO!

The Tillsandia trilogy is a full-blown masterpiece on every conceivable level. Freedom's Ember is incredible.

[sultrycitron]

I'm Still Here

Jackson!Ellie x f!reader

Synopsis: Ellie still has nightmares of when she lost Joel, even years after it had happened. In this, she never went after Abby. You try to offer a physical distraction to calm her down.

What to expect: spoilers for S2E2, subby Ellie, tears, crying, very soft smut. I feel like we don't see enough gentle smut of Ellie. Fingering, kissing, you know the drill

She could still feel his eyes on her from his final moments. The ragged final breath he took when Abby finished him off, but he didn't look away.

"Joel! Joel, get up! Fucking get up!" Ellie sobbed, having called out his name a thousand times. This exact scenario had plagued her dreams since it happened. She was standing now, no longer on the ground holding her stomach. no one was holding her down. So why couldn't she move? All she could do was watch. He didn't even look like himself, beaten black and blue.. the only thing that she recognized behind his bloodied figure was those eyes. Those brown eyes that poured into her soul and ripped it out of her body, full of so much love until the very end. She never even got to apologize or say three simple words. I love you. But grief had a funny way of being cruel. The moment she shut her tear stricken eyes, she heard his voice.

"It's your fault, you know." That familiar southern drawl spoke, and when Ellie looked up - she was horrified by the sight. Joel standing in front of her, hair sticking to his bloody face and his teeth broken, his leg completely mangled from blunt force. He limped, getting closer and closer to Ellie. "Shoulda declined takin' you at all. Atleast then, Tess'd be alive. I'd still be alive. But you have a funny habit of killin' those around'ya, don't you? Guess it makes sense. You're just like the rest of yer kind" He spoke cruelly, voice broken and mangled. The young girl looked up at him, broken and lips trembling as she struggled to answer his words. This wasn't Joel. This wasn't Joel. This wasn't Joel—

"My.. my kind-?"

"Cordyceps."

The way the word rolled out so smoothly made her chest hurt. Each blow hurt more than the last. "Think 'bout it. Riley, Tess, Sam, Henry, me.. we'd all still be alive if we hadn't met you. But you jus' take and take. I'd even argue that you're worse than the rest of them because you're aware. Whose next? Your girlfriend?" The mere thought of losing you after she had lost so many people killed her. Everyone she ever cared about had left her or died, and god, if she had to pick between those two options she'd want you to leave and save yourself. You were the only reason she stayed here in Jackson and didn't run off to kill Abby and herself in the process.

Tears ran down her freckles cheeks, still unable to move as she looked Joel in the eyes. She shook her head and hiccupped. She couldn't look at him like this but she couldn't look away either. He was gone the second she blinked. "J.. Joel? Joel, wait— please. Please I'm sorry. I'm sorry, come back—" she wept, having lost him all over again. When she looked down, her hands trembled and were drenched in his blood.

"Mh.. 'm sorry.. 'm sorry, Joel.."

The whispered words woke you up, groaning as you pushed yourself up and rubbed your eyes. What time was it?? You look up and squint at the window of the home where you and your wife slept. It was still dark out. You look down, eyes softening at the sight of your beloved trembling and weeping apologies in her sleep. It'd been 10 years since Joel passed but it still haunted her. You lost count of how many times you'd seen her like this. You reach a hand out, brushing messy locks behind her ears. A grimace took place on your face when you felt some strands stick to her forehead. Night sweats.

Carefully shaking her shoulder and kissing her cheek, you whispered. "Ellie..? Baby, c'mon.. get up.."

Your wife woke up with a strangled gasp, sitting up so fast she hit her forehead against yours on the way. The both of you groaned in pain before Ellie looked up at you, her chest rising and falling rapidly in adrenaline before her eyes softened. You were still here. She hasn't lost you yet. "Shit.. sweetheart, are you okay?" Your voice cut her out of her staring, reminding her that everything was alright. Ellie was never a sensitive woman. Hell, she'd fist fight a clicker if you let her - but she quickly crawled closer to you and crumbled in your arms. She sniffled and clung on tight, flinching a bit when your arms came around her. "Hey, hey.. Els, it's okay."

Ellie buried herself in your throat, heavily inhaling your scent and feeling your pulse. Hear your breathing. "I'm.. I'm so glad you're— you're okay. I haven't.. haven't lost you yet." She wept pathetically against you. Your wife. Who was tougher than anyone else you knew, tattoos and piercings.. was sobbing in your arms. You gently rubbed her back, whispering in her pierced ear. "Els, it's okay.. I'm not going anywhere. You aren't losing me."

Oh, your poor baby. You rubbed firm circles into her back, rocking the both of you back in forth as you tried to soothe her aching. But you had an idea.. distractions usually worked, right?

You gently draw Ellie back from your flesh, wiping the tears from her cheeks before leaning in and kissing her. Your lips danced along her trembling ones softly, happy when she mustered the energy to join the tango between the two of you. A gentle hand pushed her onto her back, never breaking the kiss and comfort between your proximity. The kiss only broke after a few long moments. "I love you so much. I love this,"

You kissed her lips again, pulling back to plant a kiss to her nose. "And this.. and this.." you murmured against every piece of her you kissed, pulling back and adoring her from above. Her cheeks were wet from tears, eyes glossy and searching yours for a cure to her ache. "I love all of this and more.. why would I ever want to be anywhere else but right here?" You knew that she was worried about more than just you leaving. But you didn't want to upset her even more by bringing up your possible death in the future. But your comfort seemed to be working, her breathing becoming steady.

A hand trailed down her stomach to her boxers, pausing in its tracks. Ellie always slept without pants on. You gently squeezed her hip. "I'm gonna take your mind off of everything, but only if you let me.. okay? Is that alright?" You asked softly, seeing her nod. "I need verbal consent, honey."

"Yes.. that's— that's more than fine."

You smiled tenderly at her, before slipping your hand beneath the waistline of her draws. A lovely gasp emitted from her throat as you gently rubbed your middle finger through her folds. You had one hand down her underwear and the other gently messing with her hair as she squirmed. Ellie was used to being the 'top', but she needed extra attention right now. You shushed her softly as you used two fingers to circle her clit, feeling the wet slick build beneath your fingertips. She was so amazing. You continued with your ministrations, slow and gentle to the point her brain became foggy with need rather than pain.

You kissed away the remaining tears on her face before nuzzling your nose against hers. Your breaths intertwined in a rhythm, yours calm while hers was inching towards erratic. "B.. baby, please.." she panted out, needing to feel you inside of her. You were everything she needed and more. Who were you to deny her wishes? Your fingers trailed down, carefully pushing her folds apart before sinking in. You kissed her softly as you did this, swallowing her moans so she wouldn't feel embarrassed. You only wanted her to feel in bliss right now.

Her tongue weakly fought yours, saliva dripping down the side of her mouth into her hair as she allowed herself to get lost in the sensations. You scissored your fingers slowly, feeling her whine rumble in your lips from the pleasurable stretch before you continued to thrust your fingers in and out slowly. You opened your eyes just momentarily, watching how hers fluttered when you found the gummy spot inside of her. You pulled back from the kiss — a long line of saliva breaking once you were away long enough.

"Right there?" You asked softly, watching as your wife panted and let out soft little oh's and ah's.. your fingers curled up, massaging the delicate bundle of nerves that made her see stars. You saw her mouth fall wide open, soft sobs of pleasure seeping out. "That's it, my love.. let go.."

Her walls fluttered around your fingers, a whimper parting from her lips as you gently rode out her orgasm. Once all was said and done, you pulled your fingers out of her and wiped them off on your pants. As much as you'd like to taste her, you knew she just needed comfort right now. You laid down beside her and pulled the heavy blanket over both of you, kissing her cheek as your arms wrapped around her.

"Good night, I love you.."

"I love you too.." she slurred out softly as she fell asleep in your arms.

She slept soundly for the rest of the night.

A/N: requests are open!! Feel free to request<3

[maetda]

It takes a few seconds for him to come to. Eyes having trouble concentrating but all he sees is a blur. But, there's a warmth now on his shoulders and a familiar color of a calming blue. There's screaming. It's not him. There's red everywhere. Blood? His or...? He stares at Shui, eyes still unfocused. However, there's a familiar pull to the aura around them. A comfort. Somehow, he knows he's safe and his god is here.

A small whimper escapes his lips as he starts to sit up. His entire body hurts and he doesn't even want to imagine what transpired while he lay unconscious. How long has he been here? Hours? Days? The screaming in the background is annoying. "J-Jian..ying?" His voice doesn't feel like it's coming out of his mouth. Oh, it really is him, isn't it? It's not a hallucination? A shaky hand comes to caress Shui's cheek until his green eyes switch the focus to the noise in the background.

That despicable man won't stop screaming. Blood still oozing out of his wrists where hands should be. That's right. This man. The memories come in small pieces and nothing but hatred and disgust fill his emotions.

Without thinking much further, he pushes himself up, grabbing Shui's sword at the same time and on wobbly legs, makes a beeline straight to the man. He's still screaming. "Why don't you just shut up?" he slurs. Teeth now baring like the wild animal that he is. If this is what the man wants? To have an wild animal he tried to tame? Then he'll have to deal with the consequences, won't he?

Before giving the man even a split chance to respond, he brings the sword down hard into the man's stomach. He cries out in pain but Xóchitl isn't done. "You disgusting piece of shit! How does it feel to be betrayed by your beloved 'pet'?!" Another stab into his leg. Another scream.

"Want me to sew your hands back together? Say I'm sorry? Call you Master?" A stab to the shoulder. How many screams is it now?

"You said I'm not a person so, it doesn't matter right?!"

Shui was right. Humans will just look at you as if you're nothing but a speck. A household pet. Cute and cuddly. Who is cute and cuddly now? Xóchitl yells in anger, stabbing everywhere that he can. Blood sprays everywhere, even on himself but he doesn't care. If he wants a monster, he'll get a monster. All the pain subjected to his body and mind, he'll pay back tenfold. "I hope you know that demons are real. Didn't that occur to you? I'm sure they're waiting for you. Hungry. Starving for a rotten soul like yours. They do love their humans as pets too you know. Maybe they'll even get you a cute bell collar." And with that, he lands a final stab into his head, stabbing it over and over and over again until the sword in his hand is covered in gore and blood.

The body underneath him is mutilated upon recognition. This is what Xóchitl is. How could he have forgotten?

After what seemed like forever, the adrenaline wears off. The sword falls to the ground along with him as his knees hit the pavement. He laughs at the bloodied pile of gore until the laughter fades into a quiet sob.

"Jianying.. please take me home." Xóchitl says in a whisper. He doesn't care what happens to the body. Let the cops find it. Let it rot here for weeks for all he cares. Let it be a warning. Maybe he can lit the house on fire and destroy all the evidence? Wouldn't that be nice?

Although he hadn't been in the best mood when they parted, the distance has done him well. Self-reflection had always been a core value of his upbringing. Perhaps, he had forgotten somewhere along the way just how cruel the world had made him. Once upon a time, surely, he had much more patience with others, held his tongue longer, humored views he disagreed with. It's hard to say if the years in confinement had ruined his temper or if something else had been simmering just beneath the surface, but regardless, he's found peace in nature. No matter how the world changes, flowers still bloom, birds still sing, and water still flows. It's away from humanity's cities that he calms his mind and finds himself wanting to apologize properly, make amends for his ill manners.

But Xóchitl hasn't called for him...

And Xóchitl doesn't call for him. Not that night. Not even that morning.

Time passes as Shui waits in the woodlands skirting the city, finally calmed enough to revert to his more humanoid form, but not so accommodating that he's concealed his inhumanity entirely. His tail lashes sluggishly as he lazes beside the river, one hand submerged in the water, the other tucked beneath his cheek, hair fully wild and loose.

If Xóchitl would only call for him already, he might be able to show him this wonderful place. If only...

But the call comes wordlessly, a singing in his blood, something that cools him to the bone. It flashes behind his eyes like a thunderclap, the smash of a head into pavement. And he moves without question, drawing himself to the source. Blood sacrifices aren't uncommon with the holy and unholy. Just as demons sign their contracts in blood with those they grant the wills of... so do gods. He's taken many a blood pact with the wishes of his followers. Their very souls tethered to his consciousness allowing him to seek them out on the battlefield and grant them the strength to overcome adversity. It's an ancient ritual, and often times, it requires far more than a few drops of blood. Sometimes, not even the blood of the one praying, but a little's enough.

He descends the stairs as if he's nothing more than a haunt, barely taking in the scene before him: Xóchitl strown across the floor, a stranger between his bare thighs, half undressed himself, laughing. There's blood painting the concrete just beside the pair, a clean splatter. More blood droplets pepper the ground here and there, but none is as damning as the splash of red running down Xóchitl's chin, seeping into his gag. He's likely been struck multiple times from the looks of it, some oozing from a gash across his forehead making opening one eye a bit difficult.

His soul is calling. And Shui answers.

His methods are hardly pretty, but his initial thought is simple. Those hands are touching what they have no right to touch, thus, those hands should be no more. He draws his blade and sweeps it cleanly between the two, severing both of Wang's hands at the wrists. There's an immediate spray of blood that comes seconds after he's kick the offending party out of the way. It paints the concrete in spew spanning a few feet, and his screams come within seconds of him understanding what has happened. They're raw and shrill, but Shui ignores him, instead crouching beside Xóchitl. He reaches back to pull the chains free from the waterlines of the house's foundation, before removing his outer robe and fanning it out across Xóchitl's bare shoulders. He gently pulls the gag from beneath Xóchitl's clenched teeth. His hands hover, not yet giving into the desire to touch directly.

Considering the situation...

"Xóchitl, can you hear me?"

[luminique]

i had like the worst thought of my life which was that lighter actually lost a lot during his early days in the fighting rings. we know him now as the undefeated champion but i don’t think it was easy earning that title.

a no name, an underdog, a good for nothing leader, a coward. he was handicapped due to his injury, an easy opponent to take down and throw around was what they saw him as. to pay back the debts, he needed to win. without winning, that meant no money. the longer he had no money, the higher the interest rate would go up.

it was a lot for a young man who had so much ripped away from him in a blink of an eye. the flickering light was the only thing that helped him see the practice target in front of him. a dingy alleyway, a spare med kit that he brought with him after leaving that place he once called home. now only a building that housed memories, a meeting place for him and the ghosts of his companions.

his knuckles were bruised, his nails leaving crescents in the palm of his hand. practice in the day time, fight during the night, an hour of sleep if he was lucky. you don’t improve over night, you don’t rest until you’re sure of yourself. his losses had outweighed his wins, evident from the ever-growing bruises on his body. yet he didn’t stop, he refused to stop. and so did his rise to the top, continuing to win, as if he were playing dominoes. one opponent after another, one fight to the next, an unstoppable momentum to rack up the money and the bets in his favor.

“it’s just a title. nothing much to it. it sounds pretty cool though.” he shrugged off when a fan had asked him about it. people don’t need to know his past, who he was before the sons of calydon, before the ‘undefeated champion’. the man behind the sunglasses and the red scarf was once also a losing dog, but new tricks, a bone and an opportunity came right at him. the scarf acting as not only a reminder for others but for himself too and what he has now sworn to fight for.

[ghostsyourghoulzx2]

PERIOD HORNY IS WEARING OFF I MUST SAY THIS BEFORE IT'S GONE

Imagine a famous actor woman who's just been found out for having a secret daughter, but she refuses to tell anyone who she is because she wants her daughter to make her own name in the business! and then suddenly there's a new famous actor, a super young newbie who's already in the ranks of a certain mother! Of course people assume it's her daughter, and to stop that from coming out, after a few weeks on set with the other they start rumors that they're dating

Definitely can't be her daughter! So who's this!? But still... dating the actor near the age of her would be daughter!? How terrible! If only they could find the daughter to interview her... If only she wasn't already in an interview, with her girlfriend.. mom. :)

And you know the directors lean into it on stage, I mean really. They don't know that's ACTUALLY her daughter, and well both the mom and her daughter are this far in so they can't back out now?! Now they're in scene fucking and it's totally improvised that the young actor calls her mom's girlfriends character mommy... On accident. For the show. It's for the clicks NOTHING else is happening. And the conspiracy theorists are CRAZY!!!!!!!

[certainlyathrill]

being in ur early 20s as a beatles fan is kinda horrifying bc when paul mccarntey was your age he wrote yesterday and ur just posting on tumblr

[ender1821]

shut up im coping

[ki1ldeer]

Playing with god designs idk

[olteacup]

HE HAS A TAIL

GIT GOD IS HE AN ALIEN?? GUYS I LOOOVE ALIENS HES SO? HES SOOOOOOOOO (ignore the fact i called him a nerd and a twink PLEASE)

OH MYYY HIS EYES PLEASE SAY HES AN ALIEN I GO FERALE

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

your post-breakup celebration gift/care package my liege (i started writing this on the bus 2 hours ago and apparently never sent it)

the leech plush is so cute now i want it too...

LITERALLY PERFECT THANK YOUUU

[tastytoastz]

Me after Tazercraft casually drops they got kidnapped IRL!

[mikeyway-creates]

Bright Lights Big City smut? In this economy? YES!!!! Yaoi for all!

"Have me by the Leash of my Tie"

Summary: There's something about Tad Allagash, and how he'll waltz around, dancing between the crowds with his drink in hand as his tie swished around as well.

It did somthing to Jamie, how he wanted to pull him into a kiss by his tie, drag him, choke him by it, treat it like a leash and collar.

Maybe he'll get his wish tonight- or soon with how his luck is turning up.

[mikey-darinstar]

When mjfox is smug looking it makes me feral like I want that man on a LEASH NOW!!!!

[inktoony]

I need this zest fest DEAD

[ratcandy]

i've decided that the only cotl art i will rb ever will be of npcs that don't matter and that's IT!!!!!! idon't WANT to see main characters anymore I want to see those guys