#I love their dynamic it’s like brain candy

[vveissesfleisch]

i watched conclave (2024) last night and now it’s everybody’s problem

[aquariusmiller]

Sell-out

Pairing: QZ!Joel x f!reader

Summary: After a smuggler Joel and Tess were working with didn’t pay for his end of the deal, Joel captures his girlfriend, you. Tired of your boyfriend’s scheming ways, you decide to use the situation to your advantage.

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, captivity, mentions of m!oc, cheating, darkish!Joel, dubcon (power imbalance, eventual consent), oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v, creampie, dirty talk, slight dom/sub dynamics

A/N: Happy New Year! Decided to do something different for this one-shot and I'm excited to put it out there because I personally love reading these types of stories and I've been writing this for a while. I appreciate any feedback and enjoy these messy characters! :)

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The first thing you feel waking up is sharp pain coming from the back of your head. You move your arm to inspect it, but the weight of chains stops you, clanging against the hard floor. You quickly open your eyes to see where you are.

The room you’re in is wide, brick walls of it covered with graffiti, holding a network of pipes. You... You know this place. You’ve seen it from outside of the abandoned warehouse near the QZ, waiting for your boyfriend Lucien to finish up meeting with his smuggling crew. You always hated the types of guys coming here and the way he’d try to fit in with them, mimicking them without noticing. Most of the time, though, you’d bear with it because his line of work brought in the resources. To him and to you. This has to be the shadiest place in a wide perimeter, and it smells like it; of sweat, dried blood and rusted metal.

You raise your arms slightly and turn to look at them. There’s a pull of the heavy metal again. You see chains tied around your wrists, locked around a metal pipe. You don’t remember any of this happening, much less getting here. Your mind runs a mile an hour, trying to find an answer to the burning question – why the hell are you here tied up?

Heavy and intent footsteps grow louder until you see a big wooden door open. Your eyes widen as you see who comes out, his bearded face and stern expression unmistakable. He leans on a small metal table, staring you down. Joel fucking Miller.

Of course you know who Joel Miller is. Along with Tess, he’s one of the most notorious smugglers in the Boston QZ, feared by even the toughest of brutes. Tess is the brains, Joel is the muscle. They worked with Lucien on his most recent deal and... Oh, shit. You know why you’re here.

His expression is nonchalant, except for a subtle scowl. “Finally. You’re awake.”

You look him straight in the eye, trying not to show the fear bubbling in your stomach. You curse yourself as a tremble in your voice betrays it. “Why am I here?”

He grins darkly at the tremble in your voice, satisfied with his plan to intimidate you. “You know why you’re here.”

Of course you do. This isn’t the first time Lucien’s sleazy tactics backfired on him, yet he always thought he knew better than you. Didn’t want to listen to your advice and did as he pleased. Now you’re the one captured for it.

You decide in a split second you’ll pretend you have no idea. “No, I don’t.”

“Liar.” He says menacingly.

“What do you want?” You get annoyed and struggle against the chains.

“No use strugglin’. You’ll just hurt yourself. And I want my share.” He walks around as he speaks, heavy boots stomping on the concrete floor. You have to resist the urge to flinch at every one of his steps. “Thought you were so smart, double-crossing me and Tess.”

You glare at him, determined not to let him sense your fear. “Me? I’m not a smuggler.”

He smirks. “Oh, right. Forgot you’re Lucien’s arm candy.”

You know what he’s doing. Trying to coax an answer out of you by implying your only use is standing still and looking pretty. You won’t fall for it. You tilt your head. “Forgot you’re Tess’s muscle.”

You see a flicker of annoyance pass him at the quip before he composes himself. “The muscle could snap you in half.”

You keep glaring up at him. “Good thing. Nothing else going for you.”

He comes closer and kneels in front of you, his shadow looming over your frame. “You’re makin’ this a whole lot harder on yourself.”

You keep eye contact as he comes closer to you, his breath hitting your face, your breath speeding up from adrenaline and... His proximity. He’s so close you can smell his musk mixed with gun powder. God, not him. Not right now. You swallow.

He smirks. “What? Cat ate your tongue?”

You struggle to think as your skin warms up slightly, making part of you not want to leave. Looking away from him towards the floor, you shake out of it. The chains are tied to the pipe with a lock. If you’re lucky and he hasn’t thought this through, he could be keeping the keys to the lock somewhere on him. Joel wouldn’t, but it’s worth a try. You could also convince him to let you go. You’ve talked your way out of worse, and Joel is a pragmatic man. If you figure out what he wants, you stand a chance.

After a few seconds of running through this in your head, you have a plan of action. “I can give you your share.”

He leans a bit away to check your facial expression, determine if you’re deceptive. “Yeah?”

You nod. “Yeah. It was a stupid idea, and I told him that. You should be made up for your struggle.” You try to keep your expression flat, playing up the “you deserve compensation” card.

He hums, smiling slyly. “You’re good. Can’t tell if you’re lyin’.”

“Well, I’m telling the truth.” You huff, genuinely annoyed this time at the predicament you’re in because of your boyfriend. “So how about we cut a deal and you get me out of these?” You raise your arms as much as the chains tying them on your back will allow.

He raises his eyebrow. “You’re takin’ this way better than I thought.”

You roll your eyes. “Not used to people coming in to save me.”

He shrugs and nods. “See...” He gets up slowly from his crouching position, walking around again. “I could cut you a deal.” He stops and looks you over, his eyes scanning your body slowly, like a predator deciding whether to play with its prey or finish the hunt. “Ain’t sure you’re gonna like it, though.”

Relief, intrigue and a bit of fear are swirling in your chest. Your voice cracks but you compose it quickly. “Go ahead. Shoot.”

He comes closer to you and crouches again, stroking your cheek with no emotion in his eyes, searching yours for any signs of discomfort. Chills prickle your skin and you’re not sure if you want to bite your lip to hold back your reactions or to spur him on. You refrain from it.

You should move to stop him. But it’s as if his gaze is keeping you in place, looking into your very soul.

“This is about sendin’ a message.” He strokes your cheek with his knuckles, the roughness of his calloused hand pleasant against your soft skin. “So you can tell me where you keep everythin’ you own, or...” He bites his lip, his eyes closing slightly with lust. “We can do somethin’ else.”

You’re breathing heavily, you heart beating quickly in your chest, leaning against the wall to get as much distance as you can from him in a desperate attempt to think clearly.

All of Lucien and your resources or... Whatever Joel’s up to? You don’t like this. You’re cornered. As much as you’re intrigued by the latter, you have a sinking feeling in your gut you’ll be forced to do it anyway. You frown in resignation.

You turn back to Joel, your tongue on your teeth in anger. “What else?” You spit out.

He smirks, aware of his position, taking his hand off your cheek. “You’re a smart girl. ’M sure you’ll figure it out.”

Thinking of your next move, you look at him frustrated. You lunge and bite the front of his shirt, keeping him in place as you try to will your chained hands to move to his jean pockets and look for the key.

He scoffs in frustration and shakes you off, pinning your shoulders against the wall. “Goddamnit-“

You slam against the wall, scowling at him.

He keeps you pinned and scoffs. “Oh, c’mon.” He smiles slyly, running his finger down the pulse point on your neck. “Afraid you’ll like it?” He leans in and whispers in your ear, his lips lightly grazing the shell of it. “You already do.”

You hate him with a fiery passion. You hate the invisible pull between you two and the way your breath is quickening.

He keeps whispering. “Smart girl. Sharp as a whip. Bet he doesn’t know how to handle ya.” He runs his hands down your sides, stoking the fire lit in you.

Your eyes shut slightly on their own accord, the sensation in your core pleasant. He’s flattering you, using your vanity against you as if he’s reading into your mind.

“I could make good use of you.” He whispers, his breath hitting your ear. “In a lotta ways.” His words are seductive, but you sense a deeper meaning. He sees tangible value in your calculating mind and survival instincts.

You should resist him. Use any tactic you can think of and try to run. But you’re curious about what he could do to you. You like the thought, and your body’s betraying you too, heat pooling low.

You’re also curious about the vision of Joel treating you like an equal. Tess is his partner in crime and you’re not sure how you’d fit in the picture. Yet, desperation for recognition Lucien never gave you lets you think wishfully for a fleeting moment. Does thinking like this make you a traitor? Weak willed? A sell-out? What devastates you is you’re not sure Lucien would care for this more than losing his supplies.

There’d likely be hell to pay either way. Hell with Joel seems like the lesser one.

So you entertain Joel. You bite your lip and turn to him slightly as you whisper. “Bet you could.”

He slowly pulls away from your ear and smiles slyly. “You’re comin’ around.”

You return his sly smile with your own. “Are you gonna make good on your promise?”

He leans in, his lips inches from yours, an invitation for you to close the distance. “You bet.”

You look down at his lips, corners of your mouth crooked into a smug smile. Temptation rises in you, pulling you in like a moth to a flame. And a flame will it be when Lucien finds out.

You lean in and kiss him. He kisses you back searingly, full of pent up aggression and desire, biting your lip softly. You moan at the slight sting, both getting lost in this desperate and carnal moment, mouth to mouth, no more space for thinking. His tongue finds your lower lip, asking for access. You grant it instantly, opening your mouth to let him explore it. You catch his tongue with yours and they glide against each other in a slow dance.

Moaning, you pull away. He grunts slightly at the loss of your lips on his. There’s a certain question in the way you look at him now that he can’t answer; how far is this going? He’s swept away in the tide of his arousal and letting it guide him.

He gets up and puts his hand on your chin, lifting it and tapping it as he speaks commandingly. “On your knees.”

You blink a few times in surprise and swallow your pride before you get up on your knees, tugging at the cold chains as you shift from your sitting position. Your core is fluttering even as you’re feeling like uncertainty is pressing down on your chest.

He smirks at your current position and tilts your head up, nudging you softly with his words. “Open wide. C’mon.”

You lick your lips as you look up at him with an expression juxtaposing what you’re feeling. Ready. In too deep, you’re seeing this through, letting him take you through the unknown. You open your mouth, sticking your tongue out.

“Eager for me, huh?” He strokes your chin tenderly, like you’re something to be handled carefully. “Good girl.”

You smile smugly with your eyes, keeping your mouth open, the last shreds of your restraint keeping you from giving fully into him.

The sound of him unbuckling his belt echoes through the warehouse interior. He slides it off, pulling down his jeans. You get a good look at the bulge straining against his boxers. God, he seems big. A bit of worry of you’ll fit him in your mouth comes over you.

He just grins at your hesitant frown and reaches for the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down. His length is bobbing on his abdomen, red and angry, already leaking precum. You instinctively tilt your head and bite your lip at the sight. His bulge didn’t fool you about his size, and of course it’s as demanding and manly as the rest of him.

He looks at you sternly. “Go on. I ain’t got all day.”

He’s taunting your doubts, and you might agree with the sentiment. You want to be so full of him you can’t think. You lick up the drops leaking from his slit, looking up at him with wide, pliant eyes.

He strokes the back of your head, sucking in a breath. “There we go.” He grips your hair and pulls you in the direction of his cock. You wrap your mouth around his tip, swirling your tongue, before you push in deeper.

He grunts. He grips your hair, his eyes shutting slightly at the sensation of your warm mouth. “Just like that, baby. So good.” He pats your cheek with his other hand.

You bob your head, setting up a steady pace. You inhale his musk as you take him in deeper each time.

He’s a mess of grunts and low moans. He grips your hair with both hands and starts thrusting into you with abandon. He hits the back of your throat and even as you gag, you close your eyes and moan, the vibration pleasant on his cock. He lit up a wildfire inside you. At this point, you’re helpless to stop it.

Even in his haze, he’s making sure to hold your head securely to keep you from falling backwards. He lets out a groan as he bucks into you, struggling to speak. “Takin’ me so well. You like chokin’ on it?”

You moan in approval. You’re getting off on being tied up and used like this, the ache in your core becoming almost unbearable. So intent on doing whatever he wants, you don’t care if it gets eased.

“’M not sure how long I can last.” He pulls out of your mouth slowly, the saliva stream connecting your mouth with his cock as he does. You open your eyes, looking up at him half-lidded, close to being completely spent. He strokes your cheek, scared he’s hurt you. “You okay?” His voice is tinged with warmth you didn’t expect.

You nod as you look into his hazel eyes, still devoid of emotion but attentive in their own way, glimpses of the man he must have been before the world hardened him.

“Where d’you want me?” He keeps stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“I want you inside me.” There’s almost a desperation in the way you look up at him, not sure if it’s for him to slide into you or to keep him giving these small crumbs of attention.

He nods as his gaze skims over your body slowly. As if he just remembered something, he stops in consideration. He orders, slight irritation at this thought ruining his fun in his voice. “Turn around.”

You narrow your eyes questioningly and hesitantly turn around to face the wall. Gripping your arm, he unties the chains around your wrists. Relief and confusion come over you. Is he going to...?

He is. You recognize the sound of keys clinking behind you before he turns the key in the lock keeping the chains to the pipe. The chains fall to the floor with a loud clang. You finally move your arms, sore and chafed by them, rubbing the marks.

Why would he let you go before you get to the good part? Wait... Guess there are invisible lines Joel won’t cross. As much as he liked the power he had over you, he wants you to have a choice in this. To know you’re doing this on your own accord, not to escape, not fearing for your life. This is just his test of that. He stands behind you for a few moments, gauging your reaction, watching whether you’re preparing to flee.

As you stand with your arms free, all your instincts tell you to run. But where to? Back in the arms of the boyfriend who makes you fear his betrayal every single day? It’s only a matter of time before his backstabbing tendencies are turned on you, you think.

To be fair, Joel is not the most reliable man to turn to next, but you decide to explore what has transpired between you further.

You turn around and look at him, his bulge still straining against his pulled up jeans, tilting your head and smiling knowingly. “Go on. I ain’t got all day.”

“Good. Thought you’d try to run.” He grins and nods, and you can see relief clearly painted on his face. “Woulda been a shame.” His voice takes on a lower and more confident tone.

He grabs your arms and moves you to the patch of brick beside the pipe you were locked to, pinning you to it. Your faces are close together and now you’re both smiling like two teenagers sneaking off to do something forbidden. He slides his tongue into your mouth again as you open it eagerly. You kiss briefly before his fingers slip past the waistband of your jeans inside your panties. He hums. “Already wet for me, aren’t you?”

You nod as you exhale in pleasure. “So wet.”

He parts your folds with his finger, not pushing in, just teasing. “Let’s see how wet you can get...”

Your core is throbbing and his touch keeps making it worse. Leaning your head back against the wall, you sigh. “Oh God...”

He smiles slyly as his fingers find your clit, rubbing teasingly. “Lucky bastard, Lucien... Gonna fuck you so hard you forget all about him.”

You look at Joel in surprise at mentioning him, too worked up to care at this point, perhaps even tempered by the anger and resentment you harbor for Lucien. Too late to turn back anyway, you think you like the way this is sticking it to him. A subtle sly smile tugs at the corners of your mouth.

He takes his hand out of your jeans and begins undoing the button and zipper on them. As he does, your chest is rapidly rising and falling and you feel the heat spreading through your body, consuming you. You clutch onto his belt, undoing it once more along with his jeans and boxers. He hooks his fingers into your panties and pulls them down.

He taps the head of his cock to your clit, your arousal mixing. You move your hips instinctively for him to push in, but he makes sure to torment you for a moment longer, tapping it against you again.

“Joel...” You whine.

“You want it? I wanna hear you.” He pushes in just the head of his cock, closing his eyes in pleasure.

“Yes! Yes, I want it so badly. Please...” Before you’re even done begging, Joel can’t take it anymore and pushes all the way in. In one rough stroke, he’s fully inside you. Your breath’s almost knocked out and a slight sting from his size quickly turns into pleasure.

He stills for a moment, letting you adjust. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

He slides out of you a bit before he slams back in. He sets a ruthless pace, each thrust pushing your hips to the wall and hitting deep inside of you. You lean against the cold brick, your lips parted and your eyes half-lidded, moaning. It’s almost animalistic, the way you’re both losing your bearings in this dirty warehouse.

“Atta girl. Take all of me.” He picks up speed as he presses closer to you, taking your nipple between his fingers through your shirt and pinching it, his voice husky and low. “Who’s fucking you harder than he ever did?”

“You, Joel.” The words come out of you without even thinking about them.

He grins proudly. “Damn right.” His hand reaches for your thigh, raising it slightly so it’s wrapped around his waist. The angle he’s thrusting at changes and you feel him hitting that delicious spot inside you that makes your vision blur. Now you’re a mess of gasps and moans.

He pounds into you relentlessly. “’M close. Gonna fill you up full of me.”

Too deep into the blissed out haze, you moan and nod, only thinking about how good it will feel. And it does. He buries his face in your shoulder as he fills you, hot pulses of his thick release pumped deep inside you. His cock is throbbing inside you as he empties himself. The sensations send you over the edge, and you lean your head back and moan as waves of pleasure crash over you.

He stays like that for a while as you both catch your breath. Sated and wrapped up around him, you close your eyes, coming down from the high. The tension from your initial meeting has dissolved, leaving you both light and boneless. You wrap your fingers in his hair, stroking it as he tries to gather his bearings.

There is not much to say after what’s already said and done, besides the question making your chest tighten as you both put your clothes back on. Is Joel going to brag to Lucien about this, more so – was this kind of payback his plan all along?

Something in your stomach twists at the thought that you were a pawn Joel successfully used in his game, but you don’t regret the way this has forced you out of the convenience of being by Lucien’s side.

As you zip up your jeans, your gaze falls back on Joel’s questioning expression. He can tell you’re lost in thought.

“Will you tell Lucien about this?” You say it with more bite than you intended, angry at the thought of being used.

He considers your question then shakes his head. “Won’t if you don’t want me to.” He grins. “Reckon it’s not my style anyway.”

Exhaling in relief and amusement, you nod. “Alright.” Your legs are sore as you head for the steel doors of the warehouse.

He raises his eyebrow at your abrupt exit and calls out. “We gonna see each other again?” He wants to, you can tell by his tone.

You turn around on your way out and contemplate whether you want to see him again. You connected physically but you feel like connecting emotionally with Joel would be an endless chase of something never to be caught. You’re so drawn to him. You don’t want to go. But you tilt your head as you answer bluntly with a smile. “No.”

He shrugs indifferently as the steel sliding door grinds while you open it. “Probably for the best.”

[angelltheninth]

Different Kind of Heat

Pairing: Idia Shroud x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, heat/rut, blowjob, flirting, biting, power dynamics, begging, omegaverse, alpha!Idia Shroud, omega!Reader

Word count: 1.8k

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A/N: Love Idia and omegaverse, love both in one fic.

The first few hours of your heat has been manageable. The school staff gave you your own room in a special part of the school dorm, specifically for omega's who go into heat. The school can't afford to have a bunch of students popping out babies. That is why even when there was mating, because the staff weren't idiots and knew that their students would seek each other out, they at least wanted those involved to be safe.

You had everything you could need. Enough food and water in the fridge to last you a week, clean clothes in the closet, the softest bed you've slept on in a while, and a variety of toys that you could use to make your heat easier if your fingers weren't enough.

As much as you appreciated all of that none of it was enough. You plunged you fingers deep into your heated cunt, trying to find some, or any form of relief in your current horny state.

The ring of your phone startled you, but not enough to stop pleasuring yourself, especially when you saw that it was Idia who was calling you. He's always very considerate, even offered to spend your heat with you when he found out it was approaching. But you didn't want him to miss out on classes just for that. He told you the same when he was in rut and you respected that.

You did want him here. You wanted him more than anything. His warm body against yours, his fangs on your neck, his hands all over you, exploring, touching, his tongue and mouth licking between your folds right before he gives you his cock and knots you.

"Darling, can you hear me?" His voice was gruff, a little more strained than usual, almost like he just got over a cold and had a sore throat. You liked how he sounded.

"Mhmm. Sorry, I- It's... starting to get real bad." The sound of his voice, his thoughtful hum right next to your ear only made you reach for a nearby blue dildo and push it in, your pussy taking it all too easily.

"It sounds like it. I only wanted to check up on you. How's my dove doing? Do you need anything?" It was so sweet how thoughtful and concerned he was.

"Your cock." You were way past any need for decency, " Idia I need you to come here and fill me up with your seed." Idia's growl came in through the phone, sending shivers down your spine and into your cunt as you doubled the pace not caring if your moans got too loud.

"Keep talking. Just keep talking love, what else? How do you want me? What do you want me to do to you if I was there? What does my omega want?"

"I want you to claim me. Bite me. Mark my cunt with your cum. Give me every last drop. Mount me and breed me. Make my cunt beg for your cock. Fuck! Idia, please." You throw your head back, dropping the phone and clenching the pillow next to your head as your orgasm crashes over you.

You hear Idia's voice still talking but your heat ridden brain doesn't catch any of it, the sound fading into white noise as you try to catch your breath.

"Go open the door." Those are the words that you recognize clearly first. It gives you pause.

"Huh? The... door?" With a groan you slide the dildo out, letting the slick length fall next to the bed as you raise yourself on your elbows and look at the locked door. You're still dizzy as you move on wobbly legs and slowly unlock your room door.

The scent hits you as soon as it cracks open just a little. Like sulfur and cotton candy, and little bit of smoke. Unmistakably Idia. Unmistakably your mate.

"Surprise love." Idia smirks while still holding the phone as he pushes into the room, his scent wrapping around you, making your brain overload with lust. You almost drop on your knees right there and then, "I know it's not really the protocol but I've spoken to the Headmaster already. The way I see it, if I help you then your heat will be over quicker, and you can go back to class. So let me help my girl out yeah?" His cock was already staring against the zipper as he took off his jacket, quickly followed by the rest of his clothes.

Before he could set his clothes to the side you grabbed his jacket and took a big breath of his scent, "Next time leave this one with me."

Idia smiled and cocked his head to the side, sending comforting pheromones your way, "It's my favorite. But I suppose I wouldn't mind it smelling like you." He would smell like you. He'd be wearing your scent. All the time.

Now you did actually drop to your knees, right in front of his throbbing cock and closed your mouth and hand around it without even a second thought.

"On your knees for me already?" Idia patted the top of your head as you sucked him off, needy and sloppy and wonton, moaning every time your lips touched his swelling knot. "Make sure to get me ready for you."

Oh you will, his cock was already slippery and wet from your spit, making it very easy for you to pump your hand across his throbbing shaft. Idia's hips jerked every so often, a breathless moan falling from his lips as you focused your attention on the red tip of his cock, tapping it with your tongue before closing your mouth around it again.

"Stop." You could tell that the command was as painful for him as it was for you. You pulled away with a needy whine, your eyes cloudy and lips stained with bits of his pre-cum. "Don't worry." He smoothed his hand into your hair, "I just want to come inside of you. Is that alright?"

Your eyebrows shot up at his words, you didn't expect him to be quite so forward. Then again he was currently in the presence of an omega in heat. An omega that wore his mating mark. You tilted your head and watched his mouth drop open a his eyes narrowed in on the base of your neck. "More than alright."

You scrambled towards the bed, your back falling against the soft pillows as you let your legs fall open, giving Idia a full view of your wet pussy, "I see you're ready for me too." He smiled as he stroked his cock, "Condoms?"

Shaking your head you parted your folds with two fingers, "I'm on the pill. I want to feel you. All of you. Every inch."

You watched Idia's eyes darken, his hair flaring up at the tips as he knelt above you and pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance. He felt so hot. He always ran hot, but this a different kind flame. The kind that threatened to consume you whole. And you'd gladly let it.

He sank in slowly, groaning while being enveloped into your soft heat, "Gods above and below. You're sopping wet darling. I think you might even be able to take my knot on first try." You nod your head eagerly, your hands settling in his shoulders for leverage, "Yeah? Does my omega want to be knotted that bad? I saw that dildo at the foot of the bed you know. It's pretty big. You were getting yourself ready weren't you? Ready for my cock. My knot."

"I was thinking about you." You confess as you breathe his scent in, "I just wanted you here with me. No one else Idia. Only you. Only my alpha."

"I like the sound of that. I'd gladly call myself yours. And after this, after tonight you can wear my mark on full display. I don't care what anyone says. I want them to know who you belong to. I want them to know whose cunt this is." He snaps his hips forward, sinking into you all the way to his knot, "Open up for me baby, take my knot."

His blunt nails scratch your thighs, his mouth snapping as he growls and keeps pushing forward, intent on getting his knot in.

"Whose are you hm? Whose pussy is this? Say it." His mouth closes and sucks on your mating mark. You come again, all over his dick, finally letting his knot slide into you with a loud, satisfying pop.

"Yours. It's all yours alpha. All yours to fuck and use and breed however many times you want." You drag your nails across his back as you sink your teeth into his neck, renewing the mark you previously made. "Prove I'm yours. Mark me with your cum."

Idia throws his head back, his hair now in full flames, teeth clenched so hard you're worried he's about to break them, "Mine. My cunt. My girl. My omega. Mine, mine, all mine!" He chants like a prayer, thrusting one final time before giving you his warm load.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, your brain barely registering the sharp pain of Idia's teeth sinking into your neck.

As the aftershocks started to subside you ran your hands over Idia's shoulders, your eyes clear enough to see the renewed mark on his neck, filling you with a sense of pride and love. "Thank you. I needed this."

"What are you thanking me for?" He kissed your mating mark, then your shoulder just as gently as he whispered against your skin, "I'm your mate. I'll always be here for you when you need me. Even if it means failing a test or two."

"E-Excuse me? Failing what?" Your heat wasn't gone but your head was now clear enough for you to be at least a little bit mad at him, "Idia!"

He laughed, "It's alright." He nuzzled his nose against your throat, pressing his chest against your soft breasts, settling on top of you, "Because you're my best study buddy. Which is yet another reason why it'll be good for me to help you with this heat."

You rolled your eyes, a smile on the corner of your mouth, "You're very lucky you're both cute and extremely lovable. Otherwise I don't think I'd put up this."

"Oh?" He quirked a brow at you, "Are you sure that's all you like about me my darling?" He rolled his hips forward, his cock dragging against the front of your wall, right over your most sensitive spot. You barely swallowed down a helpless moan, much to Idia's delight, "I knew it." "You're awful." You smile against his cheek as you give him a quick peck before wrapping your hands around his neck and bringing him closer, tucking him next to your head. You're still tied by the knot so it'll be a while before either of you can go again. You're fine with that. You have Idia here, his love, his comfort, his warmth both in and out. That's all you need,

[midnight1nk]

So, this week's episode...

[spoilers below cut]

OH we technically guessed it right, we are getting an episode with 3 after all. Hell yeah! For that, friends, we each get an ice cream (gonna get myself some mint chocolate chip)

Now that we have our snack, let's enjoy the episode, shall we?

(the following is my live reaction:)

(god i love the intro so much, it makes my brain happy like :3 I'm telling you it's my Saturday morning cartoon)

YOOO are we getting more of 3 and Bob dynamic? oh HELL YEAH!

You gotta admit, we've been waiting for interesting character dynamics!! This was the ones I was on my list ever since the "No TV Make Mario No Okie Dokie" episode (but fr can they be money-loving besties? for me specifically?)

"sugar" right......

Well..... I mean, they are pretty valuable. Which ones were they? Someone pass me some thin mints

Bob: "And I took those cookies from you!" Why do I imagine 3 pulling the whole "taking candy from a baby" scenario and steal a wagon of those cookies from a Girl Scout? Either that or 3's scout leader for the SMG4 Kids, Girl Scout being gender neutral. Eh, probably the former, but could you imagine? *secretly writes this down*

Y'know it would be crazy if it was in the daycare and it was the kids

their lil brave march into the daycare, that really got a giggle out of me hehe

Bob: "These are dangerous guys." He's not wrong, they can be scary sometimes

the RETURN of Gooby4.... oh....

*WOTFI 2024 flashbacks* 😶 huh. (let's just move on, ok?)

(update: yeah don't think I didn't see 3 with the brainrot smh)

3: "I'M TOO YOUNG AND GORGEOUS TO DIE" PFFT HAHAHA that seriously got me, that's good ......wait. y'know how I said that 3 might be insecure about his self-image? huh. well, guess what's gonna be a new addition to the tier list :D

MEGGY?

ah, that makes sense 😊↕️ look at her, she looks so happy like :>

oh gurl, not that you would know but that's not what they meant /lh

YAY the M&M (sibling) duo is here! ofc he would be

"sugar rush" HAHAHA man they really do be saying some great lines this episode

oop that little bit of animation with 3, love that they sneak those lil bits in

welp, worst person you can have to teach about how "sharing is caring" haha (if anyone's going to bring up the endorsement usb, that didn't count, let's be clear on that)

wait, hang on, I got another bit of these:

writer Ink: "...And then the rat gang surround Bob and pull out their cheese swords." producer Ink: "Wow, I get it'll be tough for him to get out of that situation." writer Ink: "Actually, it's going to be easy, barely an inconvenience!" producer Ink: "Oh, really?" writer Ink: "Yeah, he's just going to show off how hot he is and then the rats would die from his attractiveness. Like they would say 'Oh no, he's hot!'" producer Ink: "Every one of them?" writer Ink: "Every one of them." producer Ink: "Wow, I'm glad he was able to defeat them with the power of gay awakenings... or something, I can't tell." writer Ink: "I mean, is anyone in the SMG4 universe really a 100% straight and/or cis?" producer Ink: "Fair enough! But what about Francis?" writer Ink: "Hey, shut up (he's dead)"

/silly

anyway, look how happy 3 is, enjoying that story :)

as someone who watched all of the final destination and saw movies, 3's not wrong

me likey :D

hold on, how come the kids get a free cappuccino? I want one! I wanna try 3's coffee >:( /silly

Bob: "Please go the fuck to sleep" OMG I haven't heard this audio for SO LONG, it was bc the I was rewatching a 64 Blooper "Shoot to the Observatory in the Sky". For what? uuuh it's confidential for the time being, folks. anyway this really hit me with nostalgia like you have no idea

PFFT HAHAHAHAHA I might pass out oh fuck

idc what anyone says, this is the joke of all time

oh i hate that png of Mario and his teeth /lh

NO MARIO THAT'S NOT IT

AY now Mario can match with Pirate 4 from the "Mario PC Virus" episode

btw he's so sweet with the kids like 4 does 😭 (just unfortunately putting them in dangerous situations unintentionally, whoops)

*head in hands* naurrrrr

*wheeze* the cutaway from that tho

yep, everything coming together, huh boys?

c'mon Bob, you got us in this mess, just give them the money!!

😦 and we're fuuuuuuuuuucked

OUGH I felt that to my core. stepping on legos are the worst smh

YES lesson here, folks: adapt on the battlefield

OUGH i felt that AGAIN

See? Bob was right, kids are dangerous (if you give them the right stuff) 😊↕️

goddammit we were so close

the boss? MARTY?! OH SHIT HE'S BACK, I TOLD YALL

ik 3, ik but that's GOOD, for me specifically

I gotta love this moment bc genuinely Marty is a menacing villain if you think about every crime he's ever done but because he's a cardboard cutout, most of us in the audience don't really take him seriously. For 3 and Mario tho, being in WOTFI 2023 and the poisonous pasta sauce fiasco, they know what he's capable of but they can always kick his ass again, just like last time

please puzzles, can you recruit marty? it would be cool i swear

oh, is Marty going to be mad about what 3 did?

*blink blink* wha?

Oh, I guess we're gonna have to go with that narrative. Like I said, we gotta adapt. it's time to improvise!!

Marty: "I'll let this sugar incident slide...this time." 👀 this time?

OOP and the cops got him. wait. WAITWAITWAIT HE'S GOING TO JAIL! maybe not in the same row but MAYBE he's with Puzzles rn in the same jail!!

sorry, this is just so adorable to see 💙

one day, we'll get "I need a hero" (shrek 2 cover) on an episode *cough cough* PV plus *cough*. Hey, if I was able to manifest the "Friends on the Other Side" into the show, we can do this

😨 OWWWW THIS IS WORSE THAN THE LEGO I FELT THAT SOMEHOW

sidenote: I do love 3's sunglasses here, slay honestly! It kinda reminds me a lot of Shadow's from the Sonic calendar art, strange for me to just say that but it's true (one day I'll have "Mario in Sonic 3". one day.......)

YUP this is a different jail from last time!! Not that this would stop him from escaping but wouldn't it be cool if we... gee idk... have him recruited for some revenge thing. perhaps 👀

(Team, if you pan to the right and we see puzzles, I would scream)

Oh, but trust. the cardboard kid is gonna come back somehow. Probably not alive bc the one who did it for Marty was Mario (y'know, aka the Avatar), but this cutout's going to be important somehow

Congrats to ElisCZ for your art being featured in the end credits! 🎉 And anniversary fanart for Puzzlevision no less, hell yea!!

(hey Team, why Puzzles? Not that I hate the choice but any particular reason why? hmmm *sits cutely* /silly)

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

Wow, this was such a silly and fun episode! Seriously Team, you've done a great job, yall got be CRACKLING throughout the whole thing which isn't an easy feat. AND a 3 + Bob dynamic? I LOVE IT!! This was so good and I really hope we get to have more episodes like this, either with team-up dynamics or character exploration (like 3 in particular).

Now, as for my tier list I mentioned earlier, here's the updated version from the first one:

yep, 3's self-image issues are definitely in the "it keeps me up at night" pile 😌↕️

Anyway MARTY IS BACK!! Oh man, I'm REALLY hoping Puzzles would also recruit him into the revenge plan. He would be, dare I say it, perfect for it. Ok ok, you guys gotta see my (creative) vision here:

we will need Marty to transfer to solitary confinement row with Puzzles, or just have them in the same building, either one works

Then, for the next arc around June, WPNZ breaks Puzzles out of jail (and Marty uses the opportunity to get out of there too with his "son"), and then our two antagonists get a chance to have a whole arc for themselves to bond. y'know the whole strangers to friends to breakup (read: divorce) to reconciling. Hell, the Crew doesn't even need to be part of it at all, and that way we raise the stakes higher for the future. Side note: they didn't know Marty was in jail.

WOTFI 2025 would have Marty as the main anatagonist but this time, the whole Crew (yes. even Karen) would be there and once he's defeated but not killed, Puzzles would come and recruit him. Idk, probably for Marty losing his son or something bc of them.

THEN we get Puzzlevision Plus/IGBP 2 (+ the ultimate test of 3's character development if he gets recruited right before it)

😎 eh eh? how's that? *crickets* .....yea, like that's ever gonna happen hehe. I'll just uh. leave this in my concept vault and hopefully I'll get the fic out before the next arc. I wouldn't even count that tho if I were you. I really don't have much to say for this review other than that this was such an enjoyable episode, so have these instead:

Look at the cuties ^^. That's all from me, folks! I'll see yall in the next one, and remember: numbers always go first!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Sweet Like Candy 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, power dynamic, age gap and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Thor, Bucky Barnes (Professor AU)

Summary: the new school year proves to be hectic. (short!chubby! reader)

Part of the Bad Professors AU

Note: Please leave some feedback and reblog <3 As always, I love to chat with you all. 

You knock on the door of Professor Odinson’s door then check your smartwatch. You’ve been anxious all day about the meeting. After the quiz, he sent you a quick email saying he’d like to talk about it with you. You were the first done and you’re pretty sure you aced it! 

You wait and bounce on your feet. You tap the door again. You’re not that early. You hear the floor groan and stand straight the rippled glass darkens with a silhouette on the other side. 

The door opens and you beam a smile, “good afternoon, Professor--” you nearly choke on your tongue. “Oh, Professor Barnes.” 

He blinks at you, his face sharp with agitation, “Odinson isn’t here.” 

“Uh, oh, but I have an appointment,” you show your phone, “I can show you the email.” 

“I’m sure you do,” he grumbles. He backs up and drags his feet back to his desk, muttering, “...always late...” He sits heavily and sighs. “You can wait over there.” 

He waves towards Odinson’s empty desk and you peer between him and that. He grabs his coffee cup and growls as he looks inside. He sighs again and stands. 

You enter, eager to be out of his way, and he strides out the door with another grunt. You sway and look around. You feel like an intruder. Still, you can’t just leave. Odinson will be here soon. 

You sit in the velvet chair across from his desk and swing your feet. You wiggle impatiently and admire the ornaments on his desk. There’s some runes and a little hammer. 

The smell of coffee wafts in with the other professor. Barnes sits down and takes a long draw from his mug. He sets it down with a clink. The tension coils like a boa constrictor, tightening your throat and spine. 

You turn your phone up and bow your head. You unlock it. Won’t be much longer, you know it. 

You flick through with your thumb and glaze over as you watch the short videos. You swipe up and up and up. You giggle mindlessly as a kitten attacks a stuffed rabbit. Barnes exhales heavily. 

“Rots your brain...” he remarks dryly. 

“Hm?” You look at him over your shoulder. 

“All those dumb apps. You’re like a robot, sitting there, laughing at those stupid things,” he sneers. 

“I... It’s not dumb,” you argue and turn away from him. “Sorry, I’ll be quiet.” 

“And sit still. You’re distracting.” 

You frown and watch the kitten again. Why is he so grumpy? You didn’t do anything. His fingers hit his keys hard and you grow irritated at his unspoken anger. Odinson is the one that’s late. 

“Here,” you stand and march over to his desk, “maybe the stupid video will cheer you up.” 

You shove your phone next to his monitor and he ignores it. You roll your eyes. “Come on, it’s a kitty! Everyone loves kitties.” 

He shakes his head, focusing on his screen. You push the phone closer. He catches your hand and squeezes. His gaze flits over to your phone. He watches it without reaction. 

“Kittens grow up to be cats. A responsibility,” he lets you go. “Something I’m sure you don’t understand.” 

You furrow your nose, “I’m being nice. You don’t have to be... not nice.” 

“I’m working.” He insists. 

You have no argument for that. You shrug and go back to the chair. You stare at the wall behind Odinson’s desk and the degree mounted there. 

“Ah, apologies,” a storm blusters through the door in the form of Professor Odinson. “There is some event on campus and I was caught up.” 

“Professor,” you stand politely. 

“Yes, yes, I’m here,” he hurries to his desk and drops his bag. “Apologies, again. Oof, it smells like coffee. I could use a cup.” He smiles and stills himself, “and how are you?” 

“Good, Professor.” 

“A poor look to be late,” he chides himself and sits. He puts his bag in his lap and flips it open. “I do hope Professor Barnes was adequate company during your wait.” 

Barnes grumbles. You don’t say a word. Odinson sifts through his bag. 

“If you would prefer privacy, we might find an empty room,” he suggests as he pulls out a cluster of stapled papers. You recognise the sparkly gel pen on it. 

“No, I’m okay,” you insist. 

“Mm, right,” he sets his bag on the floor and rolls his chair closer to the desk. “Well, with your consent, I shall proceed.” He smooths the paper. That’s when you see the red pen all over it. You show your teeth. Maybe it would have been a better idea to be alone. 

“It is only the first quiz, so early on,” he begins. “Yet, I would hate for the rest to go... worse.” He clears his throat and hands you the pages. “I have posted it on the course page but there will be extra review sessions for those who feel they need them. Learning a new language can be difficult.” 

You cringe at the 20% at the top of the page. You’ve never done so poorly in your life. You’re a straight C type of girl. 

“Oh,” you deflate. Once more, you were over confident. You really felt good about that and oh gosh, you’re so embarrassed. “Thanks, I’ll go...” you agree as you stare at the paper. “I’m sorry, I really studied.” 

“Like I said, new language,” he comforts. “I just wanted to offer you any extra support you feel you might need. I have an open door policy--” 

Barnes snorts behind you. You wince. 

“Thank you, Professor, that’s really nice,” you gulp and clutch your fuzzy purse. “I should... go. I... I have to do a few things before my next class.” 

“Right, yes, as you will. Again, I apologise for keeping you waiting,” he says. 

“Yeah,” your voice cracks even as you fight back the tears in your eyes. “It’s no problem.” 

You make yourself smile and stand. You turn and your eyes meet Barnes. He’s watching you. He doesn’t shy away as your cheek twitches. He looks almost amused. 

“Maybe some more kitten videos might help with studying,” he comments. 

“Eh?” Odinson utters. 

“Maybe,” you agree glumly and your lips tug down. “Sorry to bother. Both of you.” 

You turn and quickly flee the office. For as kind as Odinson was about your unabashed failure, Barnes was entirely cruel. You tried so hard and he could just grin mockingly. You don’t know what you did to make him so mean. 

[writerjayne]

I was thinking about things cause I saw a Supernatural edit, and my ADHD brain followed the thought train to Teen Wolf as it often does, and I have thoughts.

As much as I LOVE Stiles raising a baby/having a baby/ finding a baby and being naturally good at it while Derek is out of his depth when you break it down, it makes no sense.

Stiles and Scott? As only children and BOYS when did they ever have a chance to look after children? (While I think boys are perfectly capable of caring for children parents tend to favor girls in child care so like when would they have even had an opportunity?)

DEREK, on the other hand....

A) he has a younger sister with a fairly significant age gap. B) he had a pack that canonically is referenced as to having children, and with family/pack dynamics, it would not be a stretch that Derek has at least SOME experience with children, especially since it's implied Cora is closer in age to Stiles and co whereas Derek is in his early 20s in season one. (Obviously, we all know what a mess the Teen Wolf timeline is, but for the sake of this post early 20s)

Derek's not good with teenagers... As we know... *insert every early interaction with Stiles and Scott ever* But kids and babies? No problem Think about how he is with everyone in the show but then how he was with those little trick-or-treaters. He scared them sure but he also gave them candy, when he could have just as easily ignored them.

I just feel like if you gave him a baby, he would just be like: "I'm a father now, yes I need the most expensive diapers possible!"

Which after having this conversation with my roomie, I realized would make magical Nemeton baby Eli (My favorite explanation) make SO much sense. Found a clearly werewolf baby in the woods? Guess he's a dad now.

Now don't get me wrong, I do think Stiles would pick up very quickly on taking care of a baby, he's very empathetic and cares very deeply, but initially, I think he wouldn't have a clue what he was doing. He would love the baby and WANT to take good care of the baby but wouldn't really know what he was doing. And babies, especially younger babies can be overwhelming.

So what I'm saying is I need a fic where Stiles finds a baby, has no clue what he's doing and Derek is like: "No that's not how you hold a baby/change a diaper/ hold a bottle" and Stiles falls in love so I'm going to write one

Thanks for coming to my ted talk

[dontmixpaintinyourcoffee]

I came in making some REAL confident statements about the Lodger designs and these guys are just proving me so wrong lmao. I still love them though

I still stand by some of my points about the goggles and gloves? In that it makes the Lodgers uniquely science-y. I also still think that the various states of protective wear tells you something about how each of the Lodgers works. But I don't think it's as important as I had previously thought. Still, in the interest of overanalyzing for fun and because this is just how my brain works, on with the show! I have to remind myself that I'm doing this for fun and because I love this comic and art, not because I'm any sort of expert in design philosophy. Which to be clear, I am extremely not. I'm just a massive nerd. I'm overthinking this

Having gotten farther into the cast, I'm noticing three rough categories that you can put the Lodgers into:

Goggles/Gloves. At least partially geared up for their work.

Aprons! They maybe don't have any specialized equipment on them at the moment, but they do have some coverage.

None of the above! Helsby, Bryson, Flowers, and Luckett apply here. Helsby and Bryson make sense, their work doesn't happen within the Society itself, so they don't need to have any of their gear on them, if it's attached to their person at all. Bryson also has the consideration of being a parody of a pre-existing person, and you don't really want to change up the iconic look too much at risk of losing the joke. Luckett is kind of the same way I think, in that he's a homeopathic scientist. Literally the point is to use as little as possible. Though he should probably invest in some fireproof duds. Not entirely sure about an in-universe reason for Flowers, I think just putting in more detail would've made her feel overstuffed and busy. Sometimes you just gotta go with what looks best on the page!

I keep giving the female Lodgers really fun dynamic poses and then remembering that I have to cover it with their massive skirts lmao

I don't think Luckett is as irresponsible as him flicking fire into who-knows-where implies but I thought the pose was cute, alright? Also the thumbs up is definitely in response to someone asking what he was doing. He did not hear the question, his ears are still ringing. This will continue for at least the next 15 minutes.

Between the umbrella and the rosy cheeks and the candy I feel like Doddle is what would happen if Mary Poppins took over for Willy Wonka. Step 1 is implementing a billion child safety measures and making this madhouse OSHA compliant. But like, in a fun way

[celestiamour]

I saw that you said your asks are open so, what kind on kinks do you think Cassandra Nova has?

ft. cassandra nova x f! reader — marvel

╰₊✧ kinks i think she would have┊0.9k words

contains: smut!! dom cass & sub reader┊look at the warnings for the short version & the keep reading for details, master/pet dynamic, dollification, power imbalance, bratting/brat-taming, dacryphilia, overstim/edging, bondage & blindfolds, corruption kink, dumbification, exhibitonism, marking

➤ author's note: OOHHOO IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED ANON, I THINK SHES A FREAk

this is just a list of the major ones, but i’m a firm believer that she’s open to trying anything at least once as long as you’re open to trying them out with her!

━━━ .°˖✧ master/pet & dollification ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ she is the one who rules the void, the empress who you’ll inevitably work for if you want to survive, of course, she would love to have a pretty little thing like you at her knees to spoil while running the land. someone as adorable as you would be much more useful entertaining her and keeping her company rather than acting as one of her minions, and you’re more than happy to be the eye candy she keeps by her side who eagerly answers to her every beck and call with a bright smile. the power imbalance with you is different than the ones with her minions, more intoxicatingly dizzy knowing she has complete and utter control over you.

╰₊✧ as a reward, she likes to pamper you with all the fine things she could get her hands on: feeding you fruits and sweets, dressing you up in lace skirts, tying ribbons into your hairs, maybe even applying rose tints on your lips— most of the nice things that are impossible to find or cultivate in this wasteland are presented to her, but she always ends up gifting them to you since she has no other use for such opulence aside from spoiling her pet.

━━━ .°˖✧ bratting/brat-taming & dacryphilia ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ despite how much she loves to indulge you in luxury when you’re good for her, she also loves it when you give her a bit of a challenge even though it all ends the same way with you whimpering out an apology under her. she’ll tie you up so tightly that you could hardly even squirm with a blindfold as she either overstimulates or edges you until you cry, choking out whiny little sorries with tears streaking down your face. the contrast between how you were just pouting and digging your heels into the ground a few minutes ago versus now when you’re begging for relief and moaning her name like a prayer is such a turn-on for her.

╰₊✧ possibly an unpopular opinion, but i don’t think her sadistic and apathetic personality would apply here. yes, she likes seeing you cry, but only from pleasure and not from pain. there’s a safe word in place in case it’s too much for you, and she listens to you about what you like and don’t like. 

━━━ .°˖✧ corruption kink & dumbification ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ she likes being your first, whether it’s the first person you’ve been intimate with, the first time you’ve had such a mind-blowing orgasm, the first time you tried out a kink which quickly became your favorite— she believes it makes her more memorable to you, but let’s be honest, it’s impossible to forget a woman as extraordinary as her. slowly, you’ll find yourself being more depraved and more needy after your first time together, begging for her attention so sweetly just as she planned. it sounds wrong to be purposely tainting your innocence, but it’s not like it was something that was going to stay for very long if you wanted to maintain this relationship.

╰₊✧ after a while, you start thinking with your pussy more than your brain since you’re so understimulated with how busy cassandra can be and her refusal to let you get your hands dirty. reading the same books, watching poor-quality noir dramas on a barely working television, and playing with yourself in an attempt to achieve the same effect she had could only entertain you so much. when she finally comes back to you, she always fucks the boredom out of you until your eyes are rolling back and you can’t think about anything but the buzzing euphoria. she loves how dumb you go on her fingers or mouth and can’t say anything aside from useless little mewls and she coos that it’s okay and she’s got you. 

━━━ .°˖✧ exhibitonism & marking ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ of course, when you’re always by her side and dolled up like a princess, it’s inevitable for there to be some wandering gazes which are more leering than anything. although she knows you only have eyes for her and that none of them could take care of you like she did, she’s a possessive person. what’s hers is hers and she would like to keep it that way (what’s theirs is also hers, that’s just how it works around here). 

╰₊✧ to prevent anyone from getting any ideas, she’ll leave hickeys all along your neck and upper chest to show that you’re taken (she’ll even go as far as to have her name tattooed on your skin if you’re okay with it). also has a tendency to have sex with you in places where she knows other people will hear you screaming her name over and over again, you don’t know about this because you’re more shy and your try to muffle yourself if you did, but she’s shameless about her sex life and very proud to be the one fucking the prettiest girl in the void.

╰₊✧ (also, if anyone had the gall to flirt with you or something and she found out, best believe that they are going to be doing the most tediously difficult tasks available. or worse, she can be very creative with punishments.)

[marichild]

link click fic recs

this post also contains many fics that I think about a lot! do check that one out; as well as the ones listed here that I am so genuinely obsessed with + would recommend exploring the authors’ profiles further because they all have such lovely pieces of writing to show for link click & other fandoms as well!

paifang by @yuudoufu・veinfei・7.04k・teen

“Felix, do you want to know how I became the leader of Chinatown?”

Xia Fei lolls his head over the back of the couch, bangs flipping over his forehead to reveal the Badtz-Maru themed bandaid Vein had stuck on him earlier. He silently gnaws at the lollipop in his mouth as he stares at Vein from upside down. For someone lounging in the maw of a beast, he always looks more relaxed here than he does in the studio, drunk or not. “Umm. Democracy?”

Vein barks out a laugh that comes out sharper and more genuine than he expects. Oh, sweet, naive Xia Fei. Kid’s smarter than he lets on, but not always when it comes to Vein. Then again, it’s partially this that makes him all so amusing. Vein bares his teeth into a large grin, tongue and incisors and all, and relishes in how Xia Fei stops chewing on the candy after a straight half hour to gawk. “With my teeth, sunshine.”

or: life lessons with vein except they're not so applicable to college students whose biggest trouble is the lack of financial aid and applied physics exams.

notes: pov u have with my teeth sunshine imprinted on ur brain this is like, THE vein pov ever to me. the language used here is gorgeous — the violence of the imagery feels so very vein, as well as the way he’s at once fond of xia fei and considering him a little lamb, of sorts. his care for xia fei is so evident….xiao fakeass idgafer weiying forever.

the seed of a gorgeous death by @iridescentscarecrow・xiaochen・1.1k・teen

a good hunter needs an important friend to tell them when the beast is about to swallow them whole.

and you can trust me, li tianchen. you are – you will be – a beautiful beast.

A guide to hunting, as narrated by one Liu Xiao.

notes: this fic makes me go holy shit what the fucking fuck what the FUCK forever. the format makes for such an interesting storytelling tool and the liu xiao character voice makes me go ?!?!? it’s genuinely a very good read in general. makes me think of both manipulator and prometheus tbh!

expected value by jan・liu xiao & vein・1.1k・teen

Vein knows how the game is played. But Xavier has his own rules.

notes: frankly quite an interesting take on the xiaovein dynamic! super fond of the sharpness here, two dangerous people in their own right placed across from each other on a chess board. very very fascinating to read tbh would recommend highly.

soft smoke, sharpened teeth by @veifei・veinfei・4.1k・mature

Xia Fei once thought proper goodbyes were too sentimental: to linger was to give what they had too much focus and too much weight, so earnest he might trip up over the formalities. But he would give up just about anything to be sentimental now. That must be part of why he turns the key in the lock of the door and slips in, right as the sun sets, and it's like he's tumbled into a picture from the past. Nothing much has changed — Xia Fei's invaded Vein's place plenty of times and then been left to his own devices — the silence is the same. But knowing it's not, not truthfully, is a steady, painful revelation.

In search of clues and comfort, a grieving, sleep deprived Xia Fei breaks into Vein's penthouse.

notes: xia fei crash out fic! the grief and the vivacity of the emotions described here, the use of language to paint a picture of xia fei’s grief. just. yeah. I do need to comment on this one soon actually lol but this is a very melancholy and lovely read I enjoyed it sm.

honey, i've gone away by @blackwaves・li tianxi-centric・1.6k・mature

It’s not that you expected anyone to ask the dead girl what price she’d be willing to pay for her own resurrection. It’s not that—

Li Tianxi comes back to life.

notes: feeling a little insane every time I think about this fic, but — genuinely such a good look at tianxi and being a character so defined by her lack of agency and control over her own life. usually I don’t care much for cannibalism but the way it’s done here made me stare and go. wow.

everything i still want to have by jan・li tianchen & li tianxi・4.5k・gen

The twins find their way through the music industry. (Neo Aurora rock band AU)

notes: link click isn’t a fandom I feel compelled to read aus for very often but this particular take on neo aurora makes me so !!! it takes skill to transfer a character so defined by the various atrocities in his life to an entirely different and more fortunate setting, and still make him sound exactly like he does. I’m also just really fond of the study on artistic limitations and liberties.

modern day cain by @blackwaves・liu xiao & vein・2.2k・teen

There’s an altercation, violent and brawling, that breaks out over a game once. It ends with Vein kicking in someone’s face, brutal, blood splattered across his shoe and over the carpet. A gunshot, loud despite the silencer, and a skull cracked open by it. Something wicked and sharp fits over the shape of his mouth, something longing for brutality at ease with itself under his skin.

Liu Min and Liu Xiao are, he assumes, too accustomed to more polite kinds of violence to expect it.

Liu Min watches, leans forward slightly with interest, enraptured. Liu Xiao’s face shows something midway through the action, and it’s gone by the next time Vein looks.

Or: the first time Vein meets Liu Xiao, he's eighteen and Liu Xiao comes with his brother attached.

notes: the one time I feel anything like soft and fond when it comes to veinxiao I think. a compelling what-if that genuinely picks apart what they’d be like if they’d met earlier okay and maybe I’m biased because I was the wall they bounced ideas off of and feels so true to their characters. vein….his pov can be so so terrifyingly difficult to nail down and this does it well!

cross the line, be mine by @streetlights-was-taken・shiguang・7.1k・gen

“I’m sorry. This isn’t fair, but I don’t know how I feel about you yet. I can’t make any promises. Can you wait for me?”

Cheng Xiaoshi throws him a languid smile. “Of course. Don’t you know? I’m pretty good at waiting for people.”

In the original timeline, Cheng Xiaoshi falls first. Many timelines later, he’s still waiting.

notes: okay this fic just. makes me so so fond. shiguang are so defined by their love and care for each other that seeing all the different ways they fell for each other albeit the time frames matched up slightly wrong in the most wonderfully bittersweet way — just. makes sad cat noises.

city haunts by @blackwaves・lu guang & shao yuanyuan・1.2k・teen

The loops she sees Cheng Xiaoshi in are infrequent and scattershot, and, often, the time in his proximity is consumed by verifying her identity with increasingly embarrassing childhood stories. Lu Guang is occasionally at Cheng Xiaoshi’s side with his mouth in a taut line of silent, wary judgement, shoulder pressed to shoulder and her son’s head leaned against his white hair.

He came alone this time. She didn’t need to prove she is who she claims to be.

His eyes are different, and they’re like hers.

Or: conversations with your (not) mother-in-law in defunct timelines.

notes: I am neverrr joking when I say this is the only fic that get shao yuanyuan right. I mean they also wrote the only other fic on the syy tag but. throwing lu guang and syy into a room together and having them talk is so fascinating forever given they’re both crazy time looping bitches + the care and depth given to syy that’s often absent in the way the rest of the fandom perceives her…

a moment which is passing, and which is true by jan・shiguang・4.3k・teen

Five times Cheng Xiaoshi entered a photograph and wasn’t prepared for what he found there.

notes: one of the first fics I’ve ever read and genuinely one of my absolute absolute favorites to this day. the warmth and care and the easy trust between them is so aptly captured in just four thousand words and then some change, and the general feeling of it is just…so very fond and warm forever. it’s like watching canon shiguang interact in written form.

i'll give you every first (the very first and very last love) by @romanqynch・shiguang・4.1k・explicit

I love you.

It is a truth he has held onto for years. Does it matter what sort of love it is? To define it is to confine it, and Lu Guang’s feelings for him are all-consuming— encompassing anything and everything all at once.

His feelings are more than platonic, more than romantic, and it would be reductive to section them off into categories they were never made for.

Lu Guang is his as long as Xiaoshi wishes him to be, and Xiaoshi is his as long as he allows him to be.

To pick it apart is a fruitless endeavor. So, does it matter what sort of love it is?

Lu Guang doesn’t think so.

This endless, boundless love that will go on till the end of time.

Or, Lu Guang contemplates what it means to love.

notes: so so so lovely and all-consuming in the way lu guang’s emotions towards cheng xiaoshi tend to be. the dialogue had me giggling and making noises like I’m petting a cat alternately. it so clearly shows the depth of their love for each other alongside lu guang’s desperation and insistence on saving cheng xiaoshi no matter what.

might do a part two eventually! :)

[random-remzy]

Wanna know my biggest issue with Beyblade Burst Surge? (no? Ok, keep scrolling, imma rant regardless)

Its the fact that it was the perfect. And I mean THE PERFECT-

premise, to have Toko and Nika return.

Like- Not even, "Oh it would've been so cool if they did, but it makes sense that they didnt" IT WOULDVE MADE PERFECT SENSE?!?!?!

LIKE IT WAS MADE FOR THEM?!?!!?

IT FRUSTRATES ME because its not even the fact that the Premise was maybe not good enough IT WAS PERFECT.

Surge was the season where all the legends returned after being absent in Rise. It would make sense for them to reappear because they played huge roles in the first season and pretty decently big roles in Turbo.

Also! Imagine their whole thing??? They'd be like, the ultimate tag-tem??? Their whole thing is literally Twins??? Imagine the dynamic!! You might think you got it. Since Toko is very energetic off-battle and Nika is very polite, but during battle. Toko is like calculated and Nika is just like "zoom zoom >:D". They'd be competitive but during battle they'd be COMPLETEly in sync!! Imagine a Stamina/Defense combo! Countering the Hizashi bros Balance/Attack thing! IMAGIE THEM GOING AGAINST VALT AND HES SO CAUGHT BETWEEN EMOTIONS cus like. THOSE are his baby siblings, but also they're smart and powerful and he's always gonna gve his all!

Like! IMagine their introduction is just them racing down a beach as training and then they both win(or lose, theyd fall and blame each other) and they pass by the Comets crew. And they're all so confused about who these, cotton candy hair lunatics are!! And then they're like who are you guys, And Because they're their own people, they wouldn't let Valt take credit for them and instead go like "Why dont we find out" And pull out their beys or smt cool. (No, they're still valts siblings it would come out cool and then Hyuga would be like "...so you gonna tell us or... OH COOL BEYS!" And they'd deadpan.) Then theyd battle. And then the bros would be like, "Who are you guys?" And theyd just grin with their lil teeth and go "Im Toko Aoi." "And I'm Nika Aoi" (but like way coolr my brain isnt working rn) And the bros would be liek WHAAAAAAAA.

And imagine how They would help the Hizashi bros!!! They'd teach them all about like- Fighting as siblings but also having complete trust in each others abilities and complementing each others strengths/weaknesses. (Which is such an impotant part of Hikaru and Hyuga as a pair an I feel like that would've actually created such a better dynamic, instead of "You're wrong, I'm right, sometimes you do you and it works and sometimes I do I") And imagine Valt seeing them again!!! I think they only interacted once in Turbo. SO just like imagine, them seeing valt and honcho, and their all soo excited but their still his baby siblings so they just tackle him and They all laugh! Imagine them seeing shu and tackling him too (Is literally canon that Nika outgrew her fan-crush on him since like, between evolution and turbo) And making him smile. AND IMAGINE THE ASSAULT THEY WOULD DO ON WAKIYA OH LOORD THEY LOVE HIM SO MUCH THEY WOULD EMBARASS HIM TO THE COREEE.

And literally the only thing that kept that from happening is the fact that BeyBurst didn't have major female bladers until QuadDrive (Ilya)

NIKA WAS TEH PERFECT CHARACTER YOU DONT UNDERSTAND SHE COULD LITERALLY HAVE HER WON SPIN-OFF?!?!! Like, Imagine a spin-off and its just her trying to create her own path as a blader and outgrowing Valt and Toko's shadow! (unlikely but also IMAGINE!!)

Throughout the history of beyblade (Beyblade as a whole, not just Beyburst) the female characters (even the main ones!!) have been reduced to Beytrainer, or Beymanager. And I love Beyblade X sooo much for fixing that, and not just adding Multi as a main character. Buts also making Sigrid an antagonist. Along with major female bladers along the road!

Pri is the first official Female main character, (alongside Bel, hate that, nothing to be done tho) in BeyBurst. THE LAST FLIPPING SEASON GUYS!!!

UUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHGYUTFBGYUXYFI3H8FRX

It pisses me off to know what could've should've been but didnt.

IT WAS THE PERFECT PREMISE GUYS-

anyways. Im going to go wallow in my sadness, maybe make a short fix-it fic if im up for it.

Its especialy annoying considering Surge literally just felt like an excuse to bring back the legends. It didn't follow the same model as the other seasons, and the ONLY new bladers that were introduced (with actual original beys) were Lain, Hikaru and Hyuga. Also the choice of legends was a little confusing? Like, Yes, Silas was in the World Championship. But so was Xander??? Who was present in Burst, Evolution AND Turbo??? Why not bring him back????

TL;DR Toko and Nika would've been perfect for Surge but they didnt do that cuz the manga didnt do that, also cuz the first female blader in BeyBurts was in QuadDrive. Bt adding the twins would've shed a whole new light on Hizashi bro's ability to unify and battle together.

[cielwritings]

What if Ciel, r!Ciel, Sebastian, Alois, Claude, Soma, Agni (and whoever else you wanna add) worked somehwere like ouran hshc? Like how would they be w each other and with a reader/customers n all that? 🥰

! Ouran HSHC AU !

OURAN HSHC MENTION WTF IS A SEASON TWO RAHHHHH

..also, imagine soma and agni being related

This took forever to think about.

Ciel as Haruhi, R!Ciel as Tamaki, Sebastian as Kyoya, Claude as Mori, Alois as Honey, Soma and Agni as the twins. Soma as Hikaru, Agni as Kaoru (it made most sense but my fujo brain wanted agni to be the seme...)

Despite Soma and Agni being the brocons, they aren't the most popular duo. That's Ciel and R!Ciel. A teasing older twin, and a shy younger twin.

Alois is more-so a mix of Shiro and Honey. He isn't the innocent type Honey is, but goes for the dynamic of Honey. For girls that wish for a cute boy to dote on. He has a naughtier, playboy personality like Shiro.. as shown at the end of that episode he's in.

This club is known for being quite.. taboo. Only the girls that were known for being naughty or improper went there, or the girls too shy to admit it. Sometimes, even boys or GNC people as well! Everyone gets treated the same though.

You'd be welcomed with a kiss to the hand from Sebastian, leading you to a table for you to sit at. Ciel will be the one to ask who you'd wish to schedule.

If you pick Ciel, he'll be quite sweet to you. He'll be kind, brushing his hand through your hair sweetly. He'll offer you his favorite candies, telling you that he doesn't share with just anyone. You're special! If you want, he'll let you have a taste of his favorite lollipop. Then, he'd like the exact same spot you did for an 'indirect kiss'.

If you pick R!Ciel, he's much more flirty. He'll always have a hand on you unless you explicitly say no. On your arm, holding your hand, in your hair, on your knee. He'll rest his head on your shoulder, taking in your scent. Whether it be your natural one or some perfume or cologne you put on, he doesn't care. He loves your smell, and will let you know that fact.

If you pick Sebastian, he'll act, unsurprisingly, like a butler for you. But a more daring one. He'll hold your tea cup as you drink, he'll wipe your mouth sensually, he'll feed you. He makes sure everything you have in your mouth is perfect, and the smallest complaint you have will leave him apologizing and treating you 10x better. His compliments are very unique, and always leave you flushed beyond belief.

Picking Alois will leave you almost as flustered as Sebastian. Perhaps it's the taboo, but the way he'd curl up in your lap and ask for pets is adorable. He treats you, of course, but his cute little face is irresistible. Twirling his soft hair while Claude watched in the distance, making sure everything was going okay. Alois called you his big sibling, or one of his parents. He loves seeing how flustered you get.

Picking Claude is practically a two for one deal. Alois is almost always at his side, clinging onto him, looking at you with a pout of jealousy. Claude is a much more professional butler role, his advances being more subtle. But you expect it, so every movement he makes always leaves you flustered. Whether it be the slightest graze of his hand on yours, or perhaps he breathed a little too hard on you. He knew how to tease, and he did it well.

Soma and Agni, however, are a 2 for 1. Without Agni, Soma is nothing. Without Soma, Agni is nothing. So you kind of have to get both... which Ciel and R!Ciel decided to price down to be the same cost as everyone else. They're more seductive, almost worshiping you, in a way. Soma will hug you from behind, Agni praising you, on his knees for you, stroking your legs. One time, the two bickered about who would do the worship. Agni begged to be the one, as the prince shouldn't be on such dirty floors.

Of course, it ended up in brocon fanservice.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you like that, my prince.." Agni whispers, wiping a tear from Soma's eye. Crocodile, of course.

The other's merely watched in curiosity, confusion, or interest.

[dylweedwastaken]

How I would write a teen/adult Scooby Doo series

The Setting:

All over the USA. They are driving from town to town hunting/investigating monsters, ghosts, and cryptids. This is a world where the supernatural is real, but not super common.

The Gang is well-respected almost everywhere except for their hometown of Coolseville, Massachusetts.

The Characters:

The gang are all in their early 20's. They all genuinely love and trust each other. There is very little drama, but when there is, they figure it out because they are all better together.

Fred Jones:

• Large, tough, man

• Total sweetheart

• Mechanically brilliant (he can build a trap out of nothing and fix the van in hours)

• Himbo and sees the best in people to a fault

• Has willingly taken hits for the other members of the gang

Daphne Blake:

• Comes from old money and has a shakey relationship with her parents and sister's

• Emotionally/socially intelligent

• If there is anyone who would willingly get involved in a fight, it's her

• While she may not have Blake money, she has Blake resources

• Sometimes has to be reminded that not everyone is rich

Velma Dinkly:

• Enthusiastically curious about the supernatural

• Sometimes forgets to sugarcoat things to people who have been hurt by the monster

• Has alexithymia (I hope that's how that's worded) so while she may not always be able to empathize with people, she genuinley wants to and tries

• Sometimes so engrossed in her investigation she ends up in danger

• More booksmart than street smart

• In a long-distance relationship with Marcy Fleech

• Has actually supportive parents

Shaggy Rogers:

• The resident skeptic (mostly as a coping mechanism)

• The only one who can cook well

• Has a seemingly random set of knowledge and skill

• The youngest of the group

• The funny one

Scooby Doo:

• Giant dog (Great Dane's are fucking huge)

• So much love in his heart and cotton candy in his brain

• The Doos are a cryptid canine species

• Has a large family

• Generally friendly, but can bite and be protective when needed

Inter-gang dynamics:

Fred x Daphne: In a happy, healthy, long-term, relationship. Pincushion couple.

Fred x Velma: They are the most invested in the investigation and will often work on traps and plans together.

Fred x Shaggy: Fred boosts Shaggy's confidence and Shaggy teaches Fred new skills

Fred x Scooby: Great Dane/Golden Retriever solidarity

Daphne x Velma: Very similar dynamic to Fred x Shaggy with the addition that Velma often keeps Daphne grounded.

Daphne x Shaggy: Both have similar backgrounds and weirdly relate. They have rich parents who don't approve of their life decisions.

Daphne x Scooby: They are just very sweet to each other and she will often go to thrift stores to get his costumes.

Velma x Shaggy: They dated briefly in high school, and broke up on really good terms because she doesn't like guys. They occasionally bake together.

Velma x Scooby: Whenever she gets stressed or overwhelmed Scooby comforts her. She puts a lot of effort into making sure his needs are met. She often googles whether or not he can eat something.

Shaggyx Scooby: Scooby is Shaggy's best friend and psychiatric service dog for his anxiety. Shaggy is Scooby's best friend.

Other Characters:

Scrappy: Scooby's nephew who genuinely loves and looks up to him and think's he's fearless.

The Hex Girls: A goth band local to Coolsville. Mystery Inc. Were some of their first and only supporters. They have since made it big and still keep in contact with Mustery Inc.

Marcy Fleach: Velma's girlfriend of 3 years. Basically, it's just Marcy from "Mystery Incorporated".

This has been largely inspired by this post https://www.tumblr.com/inkoutsidethelines/706626597058396160/thinking-about-how-i-would-write-an-adult?source=share

and the JelloApocalypse video about Fred

Any other suggestions?

[king-candybug-backup]

What’s your favorite scene so far? Like not just to write but just in general.

Sad, happy, funny whatever, what’s your all time favorite? :D

OOOOHHHHH MAN. I HAVE AN EXACT SCENE IN MIND, BUT CAN’T SHARE IT YET BECAUSE IT’S IN ONE OF THE LAST CHAPTERS. 😂 I’ll give a very brief overview of what it entails, because I feel like the fact that it happens isn’t exactly a spoiler since it’s kind of inevitable given all of Candybug’s general assholery, though I’ll put it in small text in case people want to gloss over it, but basically *cough cough* Vanellope flips her goddamn lid at King Candy (long overdue and well-deserved ofc lmao) and I just can’t wait to get to that part, she tells him off VERY HARD. My favourite scene for sure. :3 (tbh there’s a lot of emotionally painful shit that comes up in that particular set of chapters that I’m just so unhinged and not normal about lmfao CAN’T WAIT TO HURT YOU GUYS MORE <333)

AS FOR SCENES OF THE ALREADY-COMPLETED CHAPTERS THOUGH, MAN, THAT’S ALSO TOUGH TO DECIDE TBH 😂 Chapter 3 and Chapter 8 have been my favourites overall of the published chapters so far, and a couple of my fave moments from those ones was a) Ralph finding out that Candybug’s still alive and the general fallout from that, and b) Candybug reminiscing to Felix and Vanny that he went through Ralph’s mud pile on purpose before coming inside the penthouse specifically to annoy Gene ghfdsgxdhcfgvhbjnkvgf

I also like these two a lot, idk exactly how to explain why I like the second one tbh, but the first one I just find fun and silly lol: 

“Alright, pipsqueak, what exactly did you mean by Cy-bug-related–” She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the beastly hybrid in front of her.  “Hello there!” King Candy chipperly greeted her, adding on a friendly wave. “Why, aren’t you looking lovely today! Is that a new hairstyle? It suits your character model wonderfully.” “Layin’ it on a little too thick, there.” Vanellope whispered to him, an anxious grin plastered across her face. “Hmm, you think so?” He tapped his chin with one claw, eventually nodding in agreement. “Perhaps the hair comment was a tad much.”

I just like the whole vibe of like…

Vanellope: For the love of mod, please be nice.

Vanellope two minutes later: NOT THAT NICE.

Oh, KCB and his fake-ass bitch energy. 😂

And then this one:

For the longest time, it had been so hard to look at him and see anything aside from Turbo, the monster. The arcade’s personal boogeyman. The bitter, vile, heartless fiend that gleefully stole the lives away from so many people, herself included. But, with each passing day, it was becoming easier and easier to see him as Turbo, the person. Someone with feelings and interests and problems… Oh, so many problems. But still a person, like anybody else in the arcade. If she were being truly honest with herself, she hated it. She hated the dichotomy that came with seeing him in this light. She hated the ways in which she could find sympathy for him despite knowing just how undeserving he was of it. Knowing full well all the wrongs he’s done.  All of it rooted in that one particular wrong so many years ago. That one choice that she had never been able to wrap her head around, no matter how many times she’d heard the story. Now, it was time for her to understand. 

BUT HONESTLY I JUST LOVE THE WHOLE ROADBLASTERS CONFRONTATION IN GENERAL AGHSFDGJVBJNK, I LIKE DOING “NARC CRASH” STUFF WITH KING CANDY, IT MAKES MY BRAIN GO BRRRRRRRRRR

There’s also some fun Calhoun + Candybug interactions coming up eventually, and even though they don’t interact a whole lot as compared to the other characters, I love their stupid dynamic and I’m gonna share this one scene from one of the later chapters of Calhoun completely trolling him because it makes me giggle 😂

They sat in silence for a minute or two longer, Calhoun’s head tilted slightly to the side as she watched the Cy-bug eat. One more question had popped into her mind, and though she already knew the answer, she wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to have a little fun at this bastard’s expense. “So… Haven’t laid any eggs, have you?” King Candy immediately choked on his food, hacking and coughing while he tried, unsuccessfully, to regain whatever sense of composure he had five seconds ago. Turning away to jot something into her notebook (and hide the smirk on her face), she commented, “I’ll take that as a ‘not yet’.” “What do you mean ‘yet’?!” Candy’s distraught voice sputtered back, Calhoun trying very hard to muffle her snickering.

I JUST THINK THE FACT THAT SHE KNOWS WAY MORE ABOUT CY-BUGS THAN THE ACTUAL CY-BUG COULD MAKE FOR SOME VERY SILLY TROLLING SHENANIGANS. 😂

[birdhousematerial]

I don't want to ask about your weiner but can I has some tojigumi screams that you want to screampt

Oh friend, I have so many tojigumi scrams.

First being, I think when he did come around, he was messing heavy with both of the Fushiguro kids, though we all know Megumi, he would get very jealous when Toji showed any favoritism towards Tsumiki. That always ended in him pouting, and Toji reminding him that he’s his baby, his good boy, and one day when he gets a little older he’ll understand.

When he does get older, obviously Toji isn’t around, but Megumi quickly finds himself in a similar dynamic with Gojo, but that’s not what we’re talking about here. (Though, I do think that’s when Megumi first let “daddy” slip when around Gojo, when he was fucking him.)

Toji is just such a nasty freak though, so very different from Megumi, but I can’t help but feel like when Megs comes onto him he loves to remind him that he’s just like him. Like when he’s just gotten home, hasn’t even showered, but Megumi still creeps into his room while he’s getting undressed. Toji gets off on knowing he’s corrupting his kid, and the fact that he’s hardly even there so Megumi is probably waiting around for him, which is why when he does come home, he’s so desperate, can’t even wait for him to clean up.

I cannot talk about tojigumi without mentioning that Toji 100% brings up his mom while fucking him, always saying how he looks like her, sounds like her, sometimes even feels like her and if Toji is drunk enough, he just calls Megumi by her name.

On the softer side, I think Toji treats Megumi special, takes him out to get something from the corner store, lets him have some of his liquor, and even shares a cigarette with him sometimes after sex. When he gets back from a job, he always brings both of them something (probably just some expired candy or something he found/stole, he’s not putting in too much effort) but when it’s just him and Megumi, he always has something extra to give him.

I can’t think about tojigumi without also thinking about tojimiki, and as they get older, I think half of why Meg’s becomes so protective of her is because he wants to be just like his daddy, and keep things close to home. They’re both fucking her eventually, and that’s when Megs finally understands what Toji was saying when he was younger, and honestly, he’s just glad she seems to prefer him over his dad, because that means he gets to have him all to himself.

On a darker note (rubs my hands together while cackling like a gremlin), something I have actually planned out in one of my fics and I think mentioned to you specifically, is if Toji was a drug addict, he is definitely making it his kids problem. Megumi would of course let him live with him, to keep him away from Tsumiki (because Megumi’s life is already spiraling and going down the drain, what’s letting his drug addicted father crash at his apartment) and undoubtedly, Toji will get Megumi involved and hooked on drugs as well.

Deep down, he fucking loves this, because he’s so sick of his kids acting like they’re fucking better than him —Megumi specifically, like he wasn’t cut from the same cloth— and only when he realizes Megumi is coming onto him does he realize just how much he’s fucked his kid up. He’s coked out, they’re both drunk, and Megumi is trying to suck him off and before he realizes it, he’s actually enjoying it.

That’s all I can conjure up at the moment, please feel free to add to this or share your own rotten brain worms because I love talking about this shit.

The way I could go so in depth on tojigumi and tojimiki is insane, and then how that parallels with them and Gojo once he kills their dad. The savior complex, the whole “I’m gonna take what was his now, because I’m better than him,” vibe that is so prevalent in the dynamic and of course, Megumi getting jealous when Gojo shows his sister more attention than him.

Hope my hollering satisfied you 🤍

(this is my weiner, ask me about it)

[thebisexualwreckoning]

2025 book bingo

finally have the time to post reading update for my 2025 reading bingo hosted by @batmanisagatewaydrug now that I'm back from holiday and settling back into the unending grind of academia.

January:

Literary Fiction: Convenience Store Woman by Sayaka Murata, transl. Ginny Tapley Takemori

This was deeply strange book ruminating on the nature of being 'othered' simply by not forcing yourself to fit into the box that is this capitalistic society we live in, the expectation that if a woman has not married or found a high-paying corporate job by the time she's thirty she has failed some fundamental aspect of life, the way our fast-paced culture treats convenience store workers and other 'menial' labourers. Needless to say, I am enchanted by this book and Keiko's staunch refusal to follow the path set by others and instead live life on her own terms. It's a very short read and one that I have niggling feeling will be polarising to many, but I liked it. I also do not know whether this was intentional, but Keiko read as extremely autistic and aroace coded to me

Short story collection: Lesser Known Monsters of the 21st Century by Kim Fu

It's rare I read a short story collection where every single work is a five star read. This collection was deeply emotional and deals beautifully with the subject of grief in its various contexts - losing family, growing up and having to leave behind your childhood, watching the world move on while you remain stuck in the past, etc etc. It reminded me quite a bit of Ted Chiang's works, this using of sci-fi elements to explore a more deeply human core. Even among all of these excellent stories, a few that particularly stood out to me were: 'Pre-Simulation Consultation XF0078167' (a meditation on love, grief and learning to let go) , 'Twenty Hours' (about a brilliantly toxic couple whose favourite pass time is killing each other), 'Scissors' (a tantalisingly sexy lesbian bdsm tale about power dynamics and trust in eroticism), and 'Do you remember Candy?' (a tender look at a mother-daughter duo plus the memories - and flavours - that draw them apart)

February:

Sequel: Heavenly Tyrant by Xiran Jay Zhao

If i had a penny for every book I read this year with a toxic relationship and communist message to spread, I will have two pennies, which isn't a lot but does say something about my reading tastes that it happened twice. 

But, back on track: Heavenly Tyrant is a book I have been waiting to read for a long time and god did it manage to deliver. It was bloody and brutal and unapologetically full of feminine rage but also community. It took many of the problems I had with the first book and brilliantly dealt with them. Zetian finally forms a connection with the women surrounding her and unpacks a lot of her internalised misogyny. It's much more politically dense than the first book and does a lot of work educating on communist principles and how often they tend to leave behind women and other marginalised identities, an issue I am intimately familiar with. Socialist men, apply your politics to the women in your life challenge level: impossible. 

Make no mistake though, this book still has as much, if not more, violence as the first book. Lesser mech battles given the information revealed at the ending of book 1 meant a lot less killing of Hunduns and a lot more executing of billionaires. It bares mentioning however that Qin Zheng's rule would have fallen apart eventually though because power to the labouring class good, torturing innocents because of paranoia bad. People will rebel, my guy, take a chill pill. 

Speaking of Qin Zheng - I support bisexual rights AND bisexual wrongs. But also I have never loathed a character this much and wanted to figure out what the fuck is going on in their brain (and also fuck them) more. I'm afraid the sex actively made him worse, much sad for my tumblr girl aesthetic.  

I do have to mention that this book has the same habit of the first with telling and not showing. We see this world through Zetian's eyes, and she is as new to being a political figure as the rest of us, and much of what is going on is straight up explained to her instead of letting readers and her form opinions of their own based on our observations of the world. 

Still, that didn't really take away much from my reading experience and there is a distinct improvement in the writing from the first book, which I also loved. Good book, I highly recommend in the current political climate. 

Vaguely related tangential anecdotes: Now that this information cannot dox me anymore since I am no longer in Kolkata, I also picked up a copy of Ekatorer Dinguli by Jahanara Imam in it's original bengali for the 'Set in a country You have never visited' prompt. Make no mistake, this was one of the hardest things I have done. I roamed the entirety of College Street (a.k.a the largest book market in the world) before ending up at Dey's Publishing house (aka the oldest publishers in Kolkata) where I finally managed to find a copy!

After I took my mother to get something to eat at Indian Coffee House (also in College street) (because despite growing up in the city, strict parents meant that she'd never gone and now that i can do nice things for my mother I like to do nice things for her) - the place to gather if you were a freedom fighter back under british colonialism or a member of the naxalite movement led largely by the tribal community of the Siliguri area and the radical communists (who tended to be college students) of Bengal back in the 70s (mostly because it was the only place us brown folk were allowed to gather) - and learned that great-grandpa was also a naxalite/communist, who woulda thunk?

2. Reading Outdrawn by Deanna Grey for the romance prompt and it is currently reminding me of how fucking much i love the romance genre. It also made me wanna study why so many of my asexual friends who'd never want to have sex in real life love the freakiest books while i, an aromantic person loves the most romantic books on earth before i realised humans are weird man, you gotta have some fucking whimsy sometimes.

[tastelessleather]

Top 5 pride flag designs??

Ooooo

Brain might be misunderstanding but gonna answer anyway 👀👀

This genderqueer one is my favorite I've seen lately

Aroace✨ looks like a sunset and I love

I LOVE COLOR specifically these three when they're together, so, pan flag

Turn it on it's side and you got the perfect backdrop to blur and use for a sun/moon dynamic, nonbinary flag my beloved<3

COTTON CANDY, NO FURTHER EXPLANATION, trans flag 🩵🩷🤍🩷🩵