#I would have Properly Drawn him but I don't think I would be able to Finish in time Unfortunately

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Oh Yeah I scribbled this Last night for the TeamDarkFest poll thing @fernsnailz is hosting … Alot on the Mind today but I have to Submit some Propaganda for this guy I mean Come On . There’s no Team Dark without Him . Do you want that Random Eggpawn from Sonic Free Riders back ??? I Don't Think So! Below are a Curation of Amusing Images of him from the Archie Comics to Add to my Argument :

(I'm sure there is Plenty of Debates about Whether the Reboot Archie Comics are Good or Not but In My Opinion, they are Quite Enjoyable and I do think they have one of the Best versions of Team Dark)

[cloverandstuff]

Allow me to psychoanalyse this drawing-

I think this drawing was made by Luka. Mainly, due to the fact that Hyuna is the one drawn with the most detail. I think it's also fairly obvious with how it's drawn, that it was made by Luka when he became friends with the siblings.

That leads me to my next point; Luka did not dislike Hyunwoo. I'd even go as far as to say he regarded him in a positive manner. He is the only other person here besides Hyuna who is not blonde.

Now, why is everyone else blonde? I think it's because Luka was imagining a life with his clones and the siblings, in Anakt Garden.

He looks horrified in this scene. It doesn't seem like he took joy or even feels numb here. He looks to be in genuine shock over what happened.

The body don't have a single stab wound either. None that we can see. All we see is the cases they're in shattered. Like they were released and they weren't able to survive.

Here, he's just looking at them. No attempt to get closer, nor to destroy them. He just looks on.

The drawing makes me think that Luka was seeking out other people. He was, in every way, a lonely child. He wanted a sense of belonging. He wanted him and his clones, and Hyuna and Hyunwoo to all just...live happily in Anakt Garden.

And with the few frames we get of this incident throughout, it does seem like Hyunwoo was the one to throw the first punch. Luka never initiated a fight, he always just annoyed Hyunwoo who would respind angrily. It didn't make sense why he would just randomly kill Hyunwoo.

With this, it makes more sense. Luka killed Hyunwoo through an accident. It was a fight gone too far. He does not feel remorse, but it doesn't seem like he actively wanted to kill him.

If this is truly the case, then while Hyuna is right to hate him because he does not feel conscious regret over this, her speech at the at also makes sense. Because she knows he truly is just...clueless.

Luka has never truly allowed himself to mourn loss, or regret actions. He was constantly chasing a high, which he got from Hyuna. He loved her, he truly did. But it was initially borne out of her giving him a sense of belonging.

He loved her because she gave him what he was seeking out from his clones; to erase the loneliness he felt.

Luka is clueless about his own emotions. Him and Ivan are alike in that sense. They both are unable to properly understand their feelings. But while Ivan allows his love to be a silent protector, Luka is much more childish and desperate.

Luka, in every way possible, is just a lonely child.

[wrayah]

GENSHIN + "their favourite position"

prompt: their favourite position(s) during sex characters: wriothesley, tartaglia, neuvillette, alhaitham x fem!reader

warnings: smut (mdni 🔞), unprotected sex w: size kink (only a little), breeding kink (i think), creampie t: marking, masturbation, choking, aftercare n: i'm soft for this man, affection kink, a lot of physical touch a: degrading names, ass apreciation, overstimulation, creampie

notes: this is just a bunch of random horny thoughts put together uuuh,,, they are wuite short, i'm sorry, i'll write longer stuff once i'm free from school ♡ (NOT PROOF-READ!!)

― ♡⸝⸝ WRIOTHESLEY + doggy, prone boning

He just loved taking you from behind, having the pleasure of admiring and gripping at your ass while pounding into you. He adored seeing you shake and squirm beneath him, your body trying to escape him as overwhelming sensations invaded it.

He had complete contorl over your body, his hands on your hips preventing you from getting away from him, pulling your body agaisnt his, sending your hips crashing into each other every time, making you see stars.

Seeing you tug the sheets, knuckles turning white, nails digging into the fabric, always made him chuckle. Your head would either be thrown back to let out loud moans and sometimes screams or be burried in the matress, small moans and whimpers being muffled agaisnt it. You looked so powerless and adorable, your smaller frame engufled by his bigger one, it's probably why he loved doing you like this.

The only downside was being unable to properly see your face, but it was easily solvable. He would occasionally grab fistfuls of your hair and pull it, sending your head falling backwards. With his chest pressed agaisnt your back, his lips would come crashing into yours, taking you into breathtaking and bruising kisses.

Your arms would grow tired, your body feeling weak from the waves of pleasure that would make it combust, before he was even close to finishing. Chest pressed agaisnt the matress, your upper body laying flat, butt propped up in the air for Wriothesley to abuse, the fun would continue this way.

His hand would come down on your ass, smacking it, leaving a red burning spot on the otherwise soft skin.

What he loved most though, was teasing you in this position. He would sometimes slow down, to your dismay, and lean back, watching how his dick would get swallowed up by your cunt, sliding in and out with ease thanks to your juices. He would pull almost all the way out, only leaving the tip of his head in, and then fuck your entrance with his head. Small, slow and yet powerful thursts. He loved hearing you whimper and beg, torn bewteen enjoying the current sensation or wanting him to continue destroying you.

"You like that, don't ya?"

Needless to say, he would toy with you until he was satisfied with your state; his pride was to always leave you a moaning mess, unable to form words, mind clouded from the sweet intoxicating bliss and limbs uselless. Once he deemed that your condition was humiliating enough, he would focus on himself, hips ramming into yours, fucking you into the matress. Feeling your walls clamping down on his dick, he would coax you into another climax along with him, sweet praises falling from his lips accompanied by frantic circles drawn on your clit with his fingers.

"Come for me, baby. Come with me." He would whisper into your ear, body pressing agaisnt yours, hugging you tightly with one arm while his other hand stayed between your legs. Moans and groans filling the room, uniting in a sweet cacophony as you reached your highs.

His hips stilled, his cock burried deep inside you. Filling you was his ultimate prize, being able to see his seed dripping from your cunt after pulling out exciting him even after release.

― ♡⸝⸝ TARTAGLIA + sideways

Chest agaisnt your back, one hand gripping your thigh, keeping your leg up, the other snaking around your neck, grabbing hold of it, keeping you exactly where and how he wanted. He loved physical contact, he loved being close to you. Your warm skin agaisnt his own making him want to become one with you.

His face burried into your shoulder, taking in your sweet odour, leaving him in a drunk-like state. He wanted you, all of you. He desired to feel all of your body, to leave his mark all over you, to make you all his. It's in moments like these where he had full control over you and your body that he felt most powerful, the thrill of battle not comparing to the mix of emotions he felt while he was intimate with you.

His nails digging into the tender flesh of your thighs as he thrust into you, curses flying from his lips and into your neck. His hand on your neck would tighten, leaving you breathless as he ground into you, pace slowing down, procuring pure intoxicating bliss for both of you.

The sounds that spilled fom your mouth as his head touched the deepest corners of your cunt sent him into a frenzy. He fucked you religiously, praying to hear more of that alluring harmony that could send him over the edge in an instant if he allowed it.

To stifle his own moans and growls, he would kiss your neck and shouleder, leaving trails of kisses and purple marks, his teeth imprinted onto your skin. You were his in that moment and forever, and it was no problem if the whole world knew it.

"Play with yourself for me, princess." He would ask you, wanting to feel you clench aorund him, to reach the pinnacle of pleasure together.

Watching you play with yourself shakily, every touch and rub of your nub making your whole body squirm and your walls squeeze around him, drove him crazy right into Celestia.

"Gimme all you got, girlie."

As you both reached your highs, your tight cunt milking him of his seed, he hugged you tightly, forehread pressed agaisnt your shoulder, continuing to thurst into you but slower, giving you every last drop of him, filling you with his love and desire.

Soft kisses would be placed on the fresh bruises, soothing the ache. He wouldn't let go of you until you had caught your breath, soothing you by caressing your aching boding and playing with your hair.

Of all his victories, you were his favourite.

― ♡⸝⸝ NEUVILLETTE + missionary

Sex with Neuvillette was mostly gentle, love-making to be exact. He took well care of you and your body, always making sure you were enjoying yourself; not that he needed to do, everything he did to your body was simply out of this world.

Spreading your thighs apart and lining himself with your entrance, he would kiss you, a kiss so passionate and so lustful it had some sort of hold on you. As your tongues engaged in a slow dance, he pushed inside slowly, stretching you out gently as to not inflict any pain upon you. As you flicnhed and whimpered beneath him, he would caress your cheek and press his forehead agaisnt yours, comforting you as you took his length in.

"You're doing good, sweetheart, as good as you feel."

Eyes locked, one little nod from you was all he needed to continue the deed. He held his body up with his forearm, his hand holding your head, fingers tangled in your hair. His other hand would hold your hip, grabbing and squeezing your soft skin. His touch was warm, filled with love, making both your heart and core flutter with every physical contact.

As he thrust into you, slow and steady, he trapped your lips in yet another langourous kiss. Your lips would never be apart, either him or you would pull the other into a kiss. It was basicly a need for you two to kiss while enjoying each other's bodies, engulfing in each other's love.

Your hands would be wrapped around his body or neck, hugging him, pulling him towards you, needing to feel his warmth. You would place kisses on his shoulders and cheeks, loving him, adoring him, encouraging him onwards.

Intimacy was very important to you, you needed to feel each other, your bodies needed to connect, to become one. You would always be grabbing the other's body in any way possible, desperately trying to give them all your love. You desired each other, evident by how you adored each other's bodies with butterfly kisses, marks and lustful looks.

Skin slapping agaisnt skin, the sound of his dick pushing into your wet hole,your bodies burning, ready to combust together; everything was guiding you, pushing you towards release.

As his mouvements become sloppier, his groans and moans growing louder along with yours, you took his face into your hands and pulled him into a kiss, your lips crashing together with force, forcing your breathes out of you. Such a feverous kiss was enough to send you both spiraling into bliss. As he felt his dick throb inside of you, he pulled out, grinding agaisnt your sensitive folds and clit, his cum spurting out onto your body. You swallowed each other's moans down, not letting go until everything was over.

Pulling you into a hug, you would lay there together, catching your breathes. You would caress his hair and face, admiring the flushed yet relaxed expression on his face. He would place kisses on your forehead, rubbing your back comfortingly.

"Je t'aime, ma chérie."

― ♡⸝⸝ ALHAITHAM + reverse cowgirl, sitting

With his new title of Acting Grand Sage, Alhaitham was always very busy, sitting on his desk, papers and scripts in hand. Thanks to his awful habit of overworking himself, you had foud yourself sitting on his lap on multiple occasions at late hours, including ones where your needy body screamed for attention. One thing led to another, and you'd discover the pleasure of riding him while he sat at his desk.

Hands resting on the desk before you, helping you keep your balance as you lifted your butt from his body only for it to come wiggling back down, his dick being entirely taken up into your pussy. Your feet on the ground, your body help up by the tips of your toes as you bounced on his dick. It was quite the exercise, that combined with the pleasure made your legs get shaky rapidly.

He would try to stay focused on his work as you satisfied yourself, used him for your pleasure, but he could never keep up the uninterested act and would end up replacing the papers in his hands with your hips, meddling the soft skin as you brought the both of you to heaven.

He loved sitting back and just enjoy you, guiding you with his hands up and down, head falling back as pleased sighs and moans escaped his throat. His eyes could intenly watch your ass bounce, the way it moved when your hips crashed down onto his. It mesmerized him; it's beauty, it's shape, it's softness, he loved everything about it and couldn't keep his hands off of it.

As much as he loved having you ride him, it was tiresome for your body, and you'd find yourself losing rythm, sometimes even stopping dead.

"Is that all you got?"

His fingers would snake aorund your body, coming around to rub circles into your clit, sending shockwaves throught all of your body as if he was powering you back up. With new found strength and adrenaline, you ignored your aching legs and continued bouncing, hips coming down onto him faster and harder, his dick hitting the furthest corners of your hole.

Not being totally selfish, he'd help you by thrusting up itno you as you came bakc down, enhacing the sensations and making the knot in your belly grow tighter with each perfect stroke.

With his nails sinking into your hips, he'd continue forcing your body up and down on his cock as you came, your head falling forwards as you moaned and cursed. Stilling not too far into your cunt, his cum shot out of his dick and onto your walls, your hole leaking from the amount.

He loved spreading your folds after he pulled out, watching you drip onto his thigh and floor.

"Such a good cumslut."

© wrayah, 2024

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NSFW alphabet – op81

author's note: hello again, rushed to finish this after quali today. mclaren second row lockout heck yes !!! anyways idk what i think about this one, first time posting something abt oscar in many months?? hope u enjoy tho :)

nsfw content below !! minors dni !!!

a – aftercare (what he is like after sex)

oscar is the biggest sweetheart after sex (when isn't he, though?). so so so gentle and caring for your every need. he'll be forcing you to drink some water, making sure you're cleaned up properly, helping you out with soothing lotions if your skin is sore.

lots of lots of kisses! forehead, nose, cheek, temple kisses, and especially little pecks on your lips. he loves having you rest on his chest after it all, fingers brushing along your skin or tangling in your hair. and there will be so many praises, "you did so well" and "you felt so good" and "you look gorgeous right now, did you know?"…

b – body part (his favorite body part of his and also his partner's body)

oscar has a thing for collarbones. they're like a magnet to his lips; his lips are automatically drawn to them. he loves to brush his thumb along them, seeing you shiver when he places fleeting kisses on top of them, and most importantly leaving little lovebites for only the two of you to see and know about. oscar is also in love with your breasts, no matter how big or small they are.

can't believe i almost forgot to write your eyes… i will get back to this later but your eyes are definitely one of his favorite things about you. watching you blink up at him innocently, watching your eyes flutter closed, watching them roll to the back of your head… oh he's smitten.

on his own body, he really likes his thighs. if he got to choose, he would have you sitting on his lap at all times. 24/7, no matter the occasion. the sight of you getting off just by riding his thigh is one of his absolute favorites, he loves flexing his muscles under you and guiding your hips down onto him.

c – cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

since he's a fan of your boobs (well, everything in the chest area, to be fair), he loves to pull out and spill his load over your breasts. he won't do it every time, but he savors the chances he gets. totally has a few pics of you with his cum all over your chest, dripping along your collarbones, saved for the moments when he misses you the most.

d – dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of his)

maybe not a dirty secret per se, but oscar has a little submissive streak... he sure does love begging a little, pouting and whining to get what he wants. and i mean, who could say no to these eyes looking up at you?

e – experience (how experienced is he? does he know what he's doing?)

well oscar went to school for longer than a lot of other racing drivers, and boarding school for that matter, so i think he's been able to get quite a bit of experience. he knows a lot, but it's more important to him to get to know you and what you like. his prior experience doesn't matter as much as the experience he gains together with you.

f – favorite position (this goes without saying)

oscar thinks you're the most gorgeous thing ever so you bet he doesn't want to spend even a second not getting to look into your pretty eyes. anything where he can watch your face contort or relax, and your eyes squeeze shut or blink up at him, makes him so weak. he loves a classic missionary, especially if he gets to hike one of your legs over his hip and especially if you put a pillow under your lower back because he knows you love it. and when you're enjoying himself, he enjoys himself, too.

seeing you ride him makes him a little crazy though, but don't expect him to keep his eye contact with you during it; his eyes will be firmly glued onto your boobs as they bounce up and down, he can't help it.

g – goofy (is he more serious in the moment? is he humorous? etc.)

oscar is a soft giggler during sex. he isn't overly serious but not overly humorous either, just a good mix. he's low laughs when you're whining for him, playful coos as reactions to your impatience, and a lot of "baby, let's not get ahead of ourselves, okay?" with teasing smiles. he's just not scared of a little humor because sex doesn't have to be so strict to him; it's just a cozy time you spend together and he wants you to be as comfortable and relaxed as you can.

h – hair (how well groomed is he? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he's no naked rat, but he likes to keep things neat. a bit trimmed, not super short but also not long. though i also feel like he definitely adjusts to your likes and what you find attractive.

i – intimacy (how is he during the moment? the romantic aspect)

sex isn't just fucking to him; sex is lovemaking. he loves to be romantic with it. celebrating birthdays or anniversaries in your bedroom with little candles everywhere to set the mood, rose petals in a heart on the bed, with a cozy bubble bath after. and even when it's not a big occasion, he's very soft and romantic. he has a few playlists he loves to put on, he knows exactly what to say to get you in the mood and where to press his lips to draw out your oh so sweet sounds. oscar is all gentle touches and soft glances.

j – jack off (masturbation headcanon)

that one time when you accidentally walked in on him jacking off because you came home early from work/school, he was so extremely flustered – but he also found it very arousing. when you asked him if you could help him out, he couldn't help his hasty nods and the way his heart skipped a few beats in his chest. watching you settle on his lap, your hands starting where his had left off, fingers brushing up and down along him teasingly... from that day, he replays the image of you giving him a handjob in his mind whenever he does it himself, and he loves to get your help whenever he doesn't have a lot of time but needs to get off before a race etc.

k – kink (one or more of his kinks)

marking. 100%. he'll be lowkey and casual with it, not really saying much about it, but after a while you come to the realization that he leaves quite a lot more lovebites than anyone you've been with before. the inside of your thighs, your hips, your ribs... but especially your chest area. they won't usually be where anyone can see, because he likes to keep your sex life private, but there have been occasions when he's been a bit extra riled up (or jealous) and he just couldn't back from leaving trails of hickeys down your neck. he just adores the thought of you having a physical reminder of who you belong to, even if they fade after a while.

l – location (favorite places to do the do)

your bedroom is the #1 favorite, but he's okay with other places too. he especially likes your bathtub, especially when the lights are dimmed and you've got some pretty candles spread out in the room (and downed a few glasses of wine possibly).

m – motivation (what turns him on, gets him going)

oscar loves lingerie. if you wore any lingerie, he would be turned on instantly. he just can't help it. i also feel like he's the type to just get turned on from mundane, domestic things. like, seeing you cooking? watching you do your nighttime routine? it's a reminder him that you're there, you're real, and you're his. there's nothing hotter than that.

during the actual lovemaking, he gets a little crazy whenever you say his name. especially when you're about to come and his name slips from your lips in the form of a breathless whimper and he can feel your insides contract around him. it could make him come instantly.

n – no (something he wouldn't do, turn-offs)

nothing where there's even the slightest chance that you'll injure yourself. nuh uh. he also dislikes things where you won't be able to easily quit if anything were to happen, like bonding. the idea of you being tied up when the fire alarm goes off or you get a panic attack makes his skin crawl, it's his worst nightmare.

o – oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

i don't think he has anything against receiving it, but it won't happen unless you initiate it. he's very certain about not pressuring you in that way; he knows it's not always your favorite thing to do and he respects that.

i see him as someone who loves to give it, though. especially if he can take his time with you, rile you up with soft kisses and gentle caresses of your skin.

p – pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

oh i totally see oscar as more slow and sensual. as we've covered already, sex is lovemaking to him, and he's in no rush. he wants to enjoy every second of it, and make sure you do too. foreplay can last for an eternity with him because he loves preparing you for what's to come.

q – quickie (his opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he'd rather take his time with you and do it properly. if he really needs to blow off some steam, he'd rather just jack off or have you help him out if you don't have any time. if you're going to have sex, he wants to not be in any rush, and he wants to have time to properly take care of you after.

r – risk (is he game to experiment? does he take risks? etc.)

he's definitely open to experiment. he might want to try more things than he's willing to admit; even though he's fully comfortable with you by now, something still makes him a bit nervous about talking to you about it. he wants to find a 'good opportunity' to bring the idea up, but it might take him some courage to do it. he'll be very gentle, shy eyes blinking at you, voice soft… "only if you're okay with it, of course!" and "you really have to tell me if you don't want to. you have to promise me", maybe even making you pinky promise that you indeed do want to try the thing.

he'd be over the moon if you insinuated it, though. anything you're up for, he's automatically up for, too.

s – stamina (how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?)

i think his stamina is quite good. when i say that he loves taking his time with you, i mean it in that way, too; he can go on for hours. if he needs to take a break, then he'll start focusing on you and making you feel good instead. neither of you will ever get tired, he just keeps on going until he's satisfied.

t – toys (does he own toys? does he use them? on a partner or himself?)

i wouldn't say he's the biggest fan of them, but he doesn't have anything against them, either. he's much happier if he gets to be the person to make you feel so good. though, the thought of you using your toys on yourself when he's not around really gets him going, and if anything, he's okay with you using them on yourself even when you're together. (fic abt osc watching you use your vibrator hereee)

u – unfair (how much he likes to tease)

not as much as some other people (*cough cough* his teammate *cough cough*) but he does enjoy it. he really likes teasing fingers dragging up and down your ribs, fleeting kisses all over your skin, brushing your hair away from your face as you're waiting for him to do something.

he does it in a gentle and sweet way that should be interpreted as just cute but it makes you furious sometimes? because he can be so slow it's infuriating and you want him to just get on with it already. he'll be pretending to think things through or fiddle with a belt, and you'll just go crazy because he should be touching you but he's just finding a bunch of excuses to keep you on your toes. he loves to see you squirming and whining beneath him, holding your hands away easily with a 'tsk' when you try to release some of your tension yourself since he's so goddamn slow. (blurb ish on this topic hereeee)

v – volume (how loud he is, what sounds he makes, etc.)

a lot of heavy breathing. i see him as a groaner, but he's not overly loud with it. he lovesss to talk you through it, though. "are you ready? is this okay? tell me if i need to pause. that feels so good, you're doing so good."

w – wild card (a random headcanon)

oscar LOVES praising you. it just happens naturally because he thinks you're doing so well and he loves you so much, he must tell you. "that's perfect, love. i love it when you do that. god, you feel so good. look at you, taking me so well. and looking so beautiful while doing it? there's no one as good as you..."

x – x-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

just a bit longer than average but it's the thickness that makes him stand out. even after being together for a long while, it takes you a good amount of foreplay to stretch out for him, and it still feels like he's splitting you open once he finally slips fully into you.

y – yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

nothing too special i'd say, he loves a good few rounds but he enjoys a sweet, romantic night of another kind just as much.

z – zzz (how quickly he falls asleep afterward)

a sleepy boy in general but most of the time, he gets a little energy boost out of sex instead. he will be the last to fall asleep pretty much every time, which is also because he just wants to enjoy the moment for as long as he can before eventually falling asleep. he adores having you in his arms after doing his aftercare routines, drawing little shapes into your skin as you start to fall asleep. once asleep, though, he sleeps so well & heavy. it'll take three alarms and you bribing him with kisses for him to actually wake up before 1pm.

[jarofstyles]

#3, #5, and #26 of the smut prompts were so good!! would love to read a blurb/one-shot from you that included any of those😩

Oooo Lemme add them all together!

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"Mm... Baby." He laughed darkly, smearing his thumb over her cheek. "Can't pull out when you wrap your legs around me like that." His rocking thrusts were moving the bed, her orgasm drawn out with each thrust. He'd made her finish around him already, his own end getting close... but she wouldn't budge. She'd said he could go bare, but pull out- but that isn't what she wanted anymore.

She shook her head, tightening her legs around his hips. It was impossible to think straight when he was inside of her. His thrusts stayed at the same pace, eyes glued to her as she squeezed him both with her thighs and her cunt. He let out a deep groan, fingers holding her chin. "Use your words, sweetheart. Or m'gonna have to stop. M'close." His voice was slightly slurred from the pleasure but god, he was firm about it.

"Don't. Please don't." She pleaded, nails grazing down his flexed back. The blades of his shoulders could be felt with each push in, her body still sensitive and close to another orgasm. "I take it back, I want it. Please, I need it." Her sticky lips pouted up at him. Surely, the girl was a mess. Hot and sweaty, hair stuck to her face and spit on her chin. "Want to feel you inside me. Please?" It was their first time not using a condom and fuck if it wasn't incredible. She felt so connected, so raw and needy with him. Of course it had always felt good, but being able to feel every inch, every ridge and vein, the knowledge that she was soaking his cock properly? It made her a bit crazy. "Please, Daddy."

The groan that left his mouth was exactly what she wanted, his eyes boring into hers as his jaw clenched. That nickname, the honorific, it got him every single time. "Filthy fucking thing. Love you so much, but you're playing dirty." He pressed a punishing kiss to her mouth as his thrusts began to lose their tempo. "Driving me crazy. Dunno how I lived without you before, without this." His nose brushed hers. "So pretty like this. Wrapped around my cock, letting me take you bare... Messy face." He loved every bit. "Love making you feel good. Your eyes always glaze over when you cum, and I can see it in your face. Fuck me." His mouth ghosted hers as his brows knitted together, feeling her pull her legs tighter around him.

"Give me your cum." She whispered against his lips."I want it inside me. Want to feel you there, want it to leak out of me. Please?" Little pecks began to be pressed to his lips. "Please, please, please... Own me, Daddy. Make me yours."

Harry was a goner, especially after that. He could feel the final thread snap, his mouth falling open and a loud moan left his swollen lips while she suckled on his bottom one, letting go inside of her. Cock pulsing as he painted her cunt white, unloading inside of her as his arms shook a little bit. "Oh my god..." He choked, thrusting once more to bury as deep as he could. "You're going to kill me."

[myechoecho]

When the Phone Rings, ep 10

This show keeps on delivering and is making up for what has been an absolutely dismal year for kdramas.

I wonder how the assistant got mixed up with OG Sa Eon and how they never met up until the end. It's good to know that the assistant was not completely evil and was able to help Sa Eon, now the he knew he was not the one to who killed his brother. Interesting to note, that in some ways, Sa Eon considered Do Jae a friend. He tells him that he does not trust, yet the only one he trusted as Do Jae. When Do Jae saves him from being stabbed, he lets OG Sa Eon go and focuses on saving Do Jae. I weirdly hope that they can become friends (well not that much), though Do Jae does need some prison time.

OG Sa Eon underestimates Hee Joo because she was not going to just let him drive away with her leaving Sa Eon behind. No, she fights for her life and yanks his hair hard so that he crashes the car and can escape. I love the hug when she runs to him and then later her putting the blanket on him, patting his back to comfort him.

I simply cannot get over OG Sa Eon's mom. Look, I don't have kids so I cannot speak to the mother/child bond that most mothers have. However, I fell like a line would be drawn if my child killed small animals then progressed to killing multiple children when he was still a child himself.

What do you mean how could you still treat him this way? He became a serial killer as a child and I am pretty certain he would have killed you at some point without a second thought. OG Sa Eon's father is terrible but at least he recognizes that his son is a monster and will cut him off or work to capture him. BECAUSE HE IS A LITERAL MONSTER. Of all the terrible parents on this show, and there are four of them, I think she is the worst.

I love, love how In A and Hee Joo are working together to put all the pieces together. It's In A who realizes that the car accident was likely intentional, all because their younger brother saw the OG Sa Eon.

I cheered for Hee Joo finally speaking back to her mom. For finally realizing that her mom never loved her and her obeying her mom was not love. She will not be gaslit anymore. I have a feeling it won't be long before Hee Joo completely cuts her out of her life. And I love how In A stayed, partially to comfort Hee Joo but also to immediately let her know who she thinks sent the DNA results when memory was triggered by what Hee Joo's mom said.

Sa Eon was the one who sent the DNA report, which is a twist I did not see coming. For Hee Joo, it's one of the final missing pieces. He really did orchestrate their whole marriage. Because he loved her and wanted her to have her freedom, never believing she would love him back. The fact that Hee Joo asks him to marry her, while crouching before him in the dress he bought her is swoon worthy. But he says he will propose to her instead. They both want to start over properly. The kiss was amazing.

We get another piece of the puzzle - what the deal was with the Chairman. The Chairman was behind the car accident and Hee Joo's stepfather found out. However, the Chairman promises to kill his grandson to balance killing the stepfather's son. The Chairman would replace someone as Sa Eon, but the stepfather knew and would bound to secrecy with an additional guarantee of getting anything he wanted from the family as long as he kept his quiet. At the very least, it looks like he really needed Sa Eon to be dead and all deals were void if he was not, as we see him crash the memorial with a shot gun.

By the way, proof again the OG Sa Eon's mom is terrible since she knows he is there and does nothing.

Hee Joo the fighter and survivor that she is, makes good on her promise to protect Sa Eon. She tells Sa Eon that she loves him, floors it and drives straight off a cliff into the water below. How OG Sa Eon thought that letting Hee Joo drive was good idea is beyond me. Did he forget how she escaped the first time? She crashed the car. Did he forget that she nearly tore his hair out causing him to crash a short time ago? Hee Joo has repeatedly shown that she will crash a car if necessary to survive or protect. He never should have let her drive.

The press conference scene was hands down the best scene. Disheveled Sa Eon, revealing that his is not the Chairman's son. No, the one true thing is that he is a husband who loves his wife and she is missing. He reveals to everyone who Hee Joo is, nearly breaking down completely in the process.

The lack of promo sucks, though I get why there is not one.

[tired-reader-writer]

A year and two months after the previous entry in this series, here I am with another one, at last!

This time it's Alfarīd. Regretfully I was only able to plan two for her (and her brother, but I haven't drawn him yet) but I tried my best with what I could manage! Her “casual” fit vs her “combat” fit, as I like to call it. Her dress and skirt don't necessarily have to be that color for her combat fit, any of her clothes could go under her armor, but I wanted to try making an alternate color scheme for my girl.

I tried to base her clothing on that of the Baloch people, as I headcanon the Zott to be Baloch like I briefly mentioned here. The headscarf is probably wrong, the reference photo I looked at definitely wasn't that of a Baloch woman, but I liked the look of it, so I'm allowing myself a little bit of creative liberty. I also decided to give her (and her brother as well as the rest of Zott) some armor, like, they're pretty powerful, aren't they? They take mercenary jobs from foreign countries, they attack large, wealthy caravans, so surely they would have the means to arm themselves properly?? Surely???? Good equipment will also make them better at what they do, right?????? It's not that I think the canon designs for her and her clan are bad, it's just that... I don't know. Their designs feel like Generic Fantasy Barbarians™. They could be a little more, y'know? Their design could be more. What's with the short sleeves and bare torsos, everybody? Y'all live in the desert. You wanna get skin cancer? NO. SENSIBLE CLOTHING FOR ALL OF YOU. NOW. (Also bc I've been kinda wondering about the Zott clan's culture, how they came to be, and their potential connection to Badakhshan, all in the context of my AU, and... I dunno, I just wanted to give them More™)

The armor is leather because I think they'd cook alive in metal armor in the desert heat, but then again leather is also known for being terrible to wear in the heat so I... don't know. I think it's still better than them having NO armor at ALL. Like guys. Come on now. Also the leather distinguishes them from the formal warriors and soldiers, visually. That played a part in me choosing this, as well.

If the colors are a bit strange on her, my apologies, but I tried to capture her vibes, but also I really. Kinda hated the shade of pink she was given in the anime. It kinda felt like she was given pink because she was the Girl bandit. Nope, we're giving her something else. The first is a sunny yellow which also to my eyes gave the impression of the sands + the green-blue being kinda like the oasis, as the Zott clan was said to hail from desert regions in the novel:

“The Zott were a bold and daring nomadic people who haunted the deserts and the rocklands, sometimes serving as mercenaries for various nations, sometimes engaging in banditry.”

(Book 2, Chapter Three, part iii)

And uhhhh just think of the pattern dotted on her dresses as cactus flowers or something. Something something blooming in adversity:

The cactus and cactus flower represent endurance, resilience, and strength due to their ability to stand the test of time against harsh conditions in the desert.

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The cactus plant as well as particularly the yellow cactus flower represents heat, security and endurance. The cactus flower is an icon of maternal love due to the fact that it can withstand and also prosper in severe conditions.

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Other meanings for the cactus flower:

- Protection from danger and threats

- Enduring all things, no matter how painful or difficult

- Warmth and care, especially from a mother to a child

These fit her quite well, don't you think? She is, to me, a protective force in her own right (particularly towards Etoile, who she tries to protect both in body and heart because she tries to stop them from rushing into danger for an unworthy king, she stops them from spiralling into a self-blame frenzy by telling them to go find the survivors when Etoile finds Innocentis dead) and I think it feels fitting that she's associated with endurance. We don't know a whole lot about her life, aside from the fact that she was a bandit, she was favored by her father (but he still beat her, the fucking bastard), she had (still has) command and sway over her clan. But I doubt she grew up sheltered. She's already a leader at her age, and that kind of thing doesn't come from someone who wasn't forged into it. Also, being a child of Haltash with all that entailed should qualify her an endurance medal or something. Bastard.

I don't necessarily see her as maternal, nor associate her with motherhood in my mind, BUT it. How do I put it. She'd be really good with kids, I think. Also she mentions babysitting Zott kids and caring for them and that's how she knew how to soothe a fussy baby... so. Sure. There. That counts because I say so. Maybe in the future of the AU she and Ashaya might take in some kid that strayed their way. (Ashaya would need to mature first though because uhhhhh *gestures at their whole thing* y'know.) Or alternatively the couple just ends up every kid's favorite aunt or something. Close enough. I haven't really thought about this one. Maternal or not, though, I do think “warmth and care” are qualities that she possesses in spades.

Those two animals on her dress are gazelles!

In various cultures, the gazelle symbolizes beauty, grace, speed, and agility. It's also associated with feminine beauty, love, and even a connection to the divine in some contexts, particularly in Arabic and Persian literature and ancient Egyptian art. Gazelles can also represent adaptability and perseverance due to their ability to navigate tough terrain.

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The Gazelle is often seen as a symbol of grace, elegance, and agility. They are known for their ability to swiftly navigate through challenges and obstacles in life, emphasizing the importance of adaptability and quick thinking. In many cultures, the Gazelle is also associated with beauty, sensitivity, and intuition.

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Gazelles can represent consciousness, swiftness, elegance, beauty, and liveliness. They are able to maneuver in vertical movements and even meander around while they run to escape their predators.

Alfarīd, as an official (according to me) member of the acrobats club among the cast, is pretty dang agile, wouldn't you think? She dodges Hilmes' strikes in their first encounter. She's the one who responded the quickest to Narsus' alarm during the hunting ground debacle. And while she may not necessarily be the kind of beauty Farangis is, but I do think she is very beautiful. I think of her and only half a heartbeat later I associate her in my mind with beauty. I'm not making sense rn but yeah. Also in the context of the AU she's Ashaya's love interest and... Ashaya finds her very pretty, indeed. The “love” aspect also, I was thinking of their relationship while I was drawing these. And I think she's persevered through a lot. I don't know, I just think gazelles fit her quite well, what do you guys think?

I don't think it's recognizable but I did also put saltwort on her dress embroidery:

Saltwort, a plant that thrives in salty environments, symbolizes endurance, resilience, and survival in harsh conditions.

Sounds about right, yeah?

Gazelles and saltwort can also be found in... fuck, which desert was it. It was one of the ones in Iran. Uhhhh I think it was Dasht-e Naomid? I'm not sure though because I was trying to look around for deserts in Iran and their flora/fauna for symbolism purpose and... couldn't find much, had to scrounge up what I did find, and. So. Here.

I also put little suns on the hems of her yellow dress. I don't have any fancy quotes for this, I just think she's like the sun in many ways.

Not much in terms of symbolism for the second design, just some rambling. I ended up going with that shade of green, as I found the other shades I tried to be too... they were too cool-toned and I thought that wouldn't fit her, so I tried to skew towards a warmer hue here. I do like that aspect of her canon design, so I decided that it could stay. The headscarf stayed the same color to show that what she has on her head for combat is usually just the same as what she tends to wear for her casual fits, just tied up so that it doesn't fly off her head. It also can be any color she likes.

I tried to give her some ✨bling✨ for both designs. I mean, they gotta have some nice shinies from what they took, right? My girl gotta have some neat accessories. She wears some of those to battle too so long as it doesn't get in the way of her armor. I forgot to draw her earrings for the second design, fuck.

As for the designs on the metal bits, one's a star (I do also sometimes think of her as a star so...) and the other's taken from her crest as shown on the Arslan Senki site:

(though the drawing was too small for me to add those little details surrounding the arrows... well, close enough. I don't even know if she'd realistically have an individual crest of her own as she is not nobility or anything, but maybe as the daughter of the chief... or maybe she just likes the look of it. I thought long and hard about what I could put there, what the symbol to represent the Zott could possibly be— the black flag that Arslan gave them only became their banner from that point on, after all, so what came before?— before I just ran out of ideas and decided to go for this instead.)

OH and that's a scorpion on her belt. A symbol that her girlfriend also shares, I talked about it in Ashaya's design sheet here (she was named Ranna back then, don't worry about it).

I also tried to kinda take inspiration from Baloch embroidery for the designs on her clothes as they're known for it:

I think you can spot which aspects I took and such! Thanks for reading this, y'all.

The AU character design sheet saga so far:

Khazān (Kazai, OC) | Shapur | Shapur re-redesigned | Ashaya (Ranna, OC) | Arslan (I called the AU version Areyan back then, a decision I have since reverted) | Isfan | Isfan re-redesigned | Farangis | Gieve | Alfarīd (you are here!)

[dee-morris]

Some Random Thoughts on the Nature of Free Will

Thinking about that conversation from the book that got put into The Resurrectionists. Aziraphale is explaining how he and Crowley are good and wicked, respectively, but they have no choice while Elspeth does. Bc humans can't be truly good unless they have the choice to be wicked.

(This is where I usually end up arguing with someone on Twitter lol bc they think Aziraphale is being Mean to Crowley by calling him wicked. It's just a brand name darling, not a judgment call. He literally said in the same breath that he's not TRULY wicked bc he wasn't given a choice.)

So I'm sitting here thinking about free will and the choices the celestials are given, which are not many. And I wonder if one of the reasons they were drawn to the Arrangement was to give them each the choices that humans were born with. One can't be truly good without the opportunity to do wrong, so perhaps being able to work both sides of the equation helped them develop into truly moral beings and not just extensions of their offices. We see in Uz how they're able to work together and bounce off each other to save Job's family, even though the Arrangement didn't properly exist yet.

I've also seen lots of takes and metas that indicate that people view Heaven and Hell as a class system: Heaven is the upper-class privileged majority, while Hell is oppressed, kicked out, downtrodden. I think people forget that the primary difference between the two is aesthetic. Hell has all the same powers as Heaven, and they both intend to burn humanity to the ground in order to prove their gang is best.

No, if we're going to talk about who's got privilege, it's definitely humanity over heaven or hell. We have free will and imagination, which are more miraculous than anything. Sure they've got all these powers and can work miracles and so on, but where's that gotten them? We can actually change things. All they can do is try and influence us to change things, and their success rate isn't high. Two of the most powerful beings in the universe couldn't convince an eleven year old boy to blow things up. That's. Pathetic, actually.

Which brings me back around to the ineffables. Because they actually DO have free will, but I don't think they're used to realizing that they do, which might be why they act a little bone headed sometimes. The show implies and the book comes right out and says that they picked it up from being around humans. And like I said earlier, I think the Arrangement played a big part. They were actually able to choose to do good or evil, a luxury that normally only humans can enjoy.

And the best part of this, for me anyway, is knowing that everything that they are to each other is a conscious choice. Aziraphale didn't want to be a fighter, so he gave his sword away and made the conscious choice to be soft and silly and get into scrapes. And Crowley chooses to come to his rescue because he likes it, not because he is obligated. It's a way for him to choose to do good without getting in trouble. They are each other's outlet to explore humanity in a way that would be impossible if they were on their own.

Aziraphale speaks French badly and flutters his eyelashes and plans elaborate Balls because he loves doing human things and he wants to do them with Crowley. Crowley drives a sleek classic sex machine with bullet hole stickers on the windows and goes on capers and performs daring moves because he loves doing things the human way and he wants to do them with Aziraphale. The way they interact and work together because they WANT to, and not because it's their Great Bloody Destiny or whatever, is so fucking beautiful to me.

[rogueddie]

Make A Wish T | 654 words Prompt for @steddielovemonth: Love is making a birthday extra special

For as long as Steve can remember, Valentines has always been emphasized to him as a special day. A day full of love, and joy, and connection. A day where he could tell anyone that he loves them, even Tommy, and no one would give him so much as a glance.

It's been a while since he's been able to properly celebrate the day though. With the Upside Down, the constant fear that it would come back, that people would get hurt again, always buzzing in the back of his head...

Well, it never felt right.

But, now that it's finally and truly over? He's excited to celebrate. He has his soulmate, the best friend that he could ever wish for and loves with all his heart... and he might have a boyfriend.

"You will have a boyfriend," Robin corrects. "He's been flirting with you for months. If he doesn't make a move first, he'll be stumbling over himself to say yes."

She's right.

He rushes to agree to the date when Steve asks, stuttering in his hurry. But, instead of asking Steve what he has planned, he asks if he can surprise Steve.

"I was thinking about asking you, but... I don't know, I got too nervous, I guess. But it's a good idea, so..."

"Sure, yeah. It'll be nice to be on this end for once."

When Eddie picks him up, he insists that Steve sit in the back of the van so he can't see anything before they arrive.

He climbs over the seats when they do arrive, blindfolding him.

"This way, mind your step, just a little further..." Eddie mumbles, gently leading Steve. "Ok. You ready?"

"Yeah."

When he pulls the blindfold off, there's a burst of noise and color.

They're at the Byers new place. It's covered in decorations, confetti in the air, and everyone stood around cheering.

The banner has a bubbly, colorful, "happy birthday!" drawn on.

"Happy birthday," El says, the first to step up. She holds up a present. "I am very happy to know you."

"Oh. Thanks, El. But, uh..." He glances around, until finally finding Eddie tucked in a corner. "How did you know that today is my birthday?"

"Overheard some old flame of yours one time," Eddie explains. "She was convinced that you two were meant to be, entirely because you were born on valentine's day."

"Seriously?"

"Right?"

"Steve!" Dustin calls, waving him towards the kitchen. "Nevermind that! Come on, we made a cake! And there's presents, but we should do cake first!"

The kids, as it turns out, really did make the kids themselves. It's not bad either, especially after melted chocolate and whip cream is poured over it, almost drowning it.

The gifts from the kids are all homemade.

Steve is sure that they're the best gifts he's ever received.

"Happy birthday," Robin whispers, as she hugs him goodbye. "And good luck, yeah?"

"Won't need it," he whispers back. "This night is too perfect for it to fail now."

He decides to wait until they pull up outside his house. Then, if it works out? They can go inside. If it fails? Easy exit.

But, as soon as they pull up, Eddie beats him to the punch.

"Hey," he starts, nervous. "I hope you enjoyed today and-"

"I did. Really, it was amazing. Thanks, Ed. It means a lot, more than you can imagine."

"It was nothing. It's... I don't want to ruin that if you don't- I won't take it bad, is what I mean. I just think you should know, uh... you're so loved. By, uh, me."

"You love me?"

"Yeah, Steve. I really do, so much."

"I love you too."

"Really?"

"Yeah, dumbass. I asked you on a date."

"... oh, fuck, you did."

Steve laughs, reaching over to grab his collar and drag him into a kiss.

It really is the perfect end to the perfect day.

[darl-ingfics]

All of your little prompt fics so far have been so sweet and such a joy to read. I eventually want to comment on them when I have the time. I especially loved the Yoongi fic. I’m always so excited when I see that you’ve posted something.

If it’s not too late to send in a prompt, would you be able to do 2 and 13 with our big soft boy San? I’m happy with any caretakers. If you aren’t taking anymore prompts I totally understand. ❤️

-Tilly

HI @tilly-poppies!!! I so loved writing this for you, and I hope you enjoy! It's definitely on the sillier side.

2 "You never sneeze this much. Are you sure you're feeling okay?" and 13 "I don't like the sound of that cough."

“I don’t like the sound of that cough,” Seonghwa whispered into Hongjoong’s ear as both members eyes locked on San, who was currently the only one on stage, testing the lighting and mics for his solo moment. It was blatantly obvious that San wasn’t feeling well. Even with all of the stage makeup, his face still had that pale, haggard look about it, with the heavy lidded eyes and flushed cheeks. The hands that held the microphone stand were shaking and he was still fully bundled up in his jacket and sweats, despite the harsh stage lights that had led the rest of the group to strip as much clothes of as was socially acceptable. And, most obviously, San’s voice was so much deeper than normal, and he couldn’t go five minutes without coughing. 

“I know. But I don’t know what else to do,” Hongjoong replied, sighing out his frustration. “I asked management. They said ‘unless he has a fever, he’s going on.’ Not to mention the fact that San himself is refusing to sit out…”

“Maybe we enforce group nap time after sound check? At least get him to rest a bit,” Seonghwa suggested. 

“Could work. I like the group element. Feels less targeted.”

“Make him think it’s his idea.”

Hongjoong smirked up at his best friend. “I love the way your brain works.” Seonghwa grinned back, pinching playfully at Hongjoong’s butt before their attention was drawn back to the stage, where Yunho and Wooyoung had joined San. It was initially Wooyoung yelling into his own mic that snagged the eldest members’ attention, but it was quickly diverted back to San when the performer snapped away from the others.

“Bless youuu, Sannie~” Wooyoung chirped as Yunho laughed, smacking San’s back as the younger man held up a hand, clearly laughing. Hongjoong and Seonghwa shared a tight lipped, unamused look. One that only deepened when they heard (actually heard this time) another sneeze from the stage. Followed by another… and another. 

“Woah, there.” Yunho stumbled forward, catching San around the waist to keep him from pitching forward into the floor. The dancer still had a smile on his face, but even from their place in the wings, Hongjoong and Seonghwa could see the worried hyung alarms going off in Yunho’s eyes. “You never sneeze this much. Are you sure you're feeling okay?” Yunho had had a prior schedule that morning, and had missed the rest of the groups’ telepathic discussion of their Sannie’s condition. The two eldest decided now was the right time to join the others on stage. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” San sniffled, rubbing his sleeve under his nose. “Just a little sick.”

“You should go rest,” Wooyoung said before Seonghwa could even open his mouth to suggest the same. The younger man’s voice was nagging as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Forget sound check. We’ll clear your mic for you. Go charge up so we can get down properly tonight.” 

“‘Get down?’” Yunho questioned around a barely contained laugh. “That’s what you’re calling what goes on on this stage?”

Wooyoung shrugged. “What do you want me to say? You can fully participate in our shenanigans? We can get down and dirty? We can get our sexy on?!”

“Yeah, I’m not getting my sexy on with anyone tonight,” San replied with disappointment, sniffling again. “Unless you wanna risk catching a cold.”

Wooyoung shrugged. “If there isn’t a little risk, where’s the fun?” He made a show of licking his lips, winking in San’s direction. 

“Alright, that’s a time out.” Hongjoong pointed at the steps towards the back of the stage. Wooyoung began to protest, but the captain continually overpowered him, sending the younger man to the steps to ‘think about his actions’ for two minutes. 

[razzle-n-dazzle]

Excuse me, I hope you have a good day! If your requests are open I would like to request Blitzo with an enemies to lovers trope kind of with perhaps the reader being a concubus (gn succubus) with Verosika's posse, and the two have a competitive streak with each other. They both are supposed to be enemies (because they are loyal to Veroskia) but they don't realize how hard they are falling until they accidentally save Blitzo/IMP one time... Which turns into them saving them other times all by mere "coincidence" but it's really because they started looking out for him crushing hard and wanting to keep him safe. Even if they feel like they can never admit it because of Verosika. Happy ending or not, Blitzy requesting! <3

ᯓ★ "Lust, not Love . . . Love, not Lust?" Biltzo / concubus! Reader | Drabble Warning! - not proof read (we die like Adam), implied sex, hate-make out but not really hate-make out scenes, light gore, name calling

ᯓ How the fuck did you even manage to get here? Being pushed onto Blitzo's desk was the dusk of the night was settling through the drawn window. On either side of you laid his hands, pinning you in place as though he thought you would make some cheap shot and move away; Which, you were half tempted to do. Yet, instead, you would wrap your legs around his waist and draw the Imp closer, harshly cupping his cheeks so he could shove his tongue further down your mouth. Fuck, it felt so nice! Your eyes would flutter as you felt Blitzo groan, his clawed hands reaching up to squeeze and kneed your thighs needlingly. "You're fucking gross," He would groan, not even being able to wait until you both broke for a quick puff of air, causing you to snicker into the heated kiss. "Oh, shut it, you know you like it!" You would bite back, reaching to tug on one of Blitzo's horns. You knew it would rile him up; Verosika talked all the time about how Blitzo was a slut for his horns to be pulled, tugged, played with. And was it a sweet sound that escaped his mouth, a flustered gasp for air paired with a growl, making him all worked up and pretty. The glare he gave you sent shivers down your spine.

ᯓ And shit you kind of needed him too. Even if logically you know you should be pushing him off, running far away from the Imp out of loyalty to Verosika, there was something that just made you stay. Something that tickled your stomach and your heart all at once, that drove you insane, that had you crawling back to the pathetic Imp, Verosika's ex, on all fours.

ᯓ Gladly you never publicly did that, only in your mind . . . sometimes. And yet you could never tell anyone what happened here, that night under the cover of the shadows and in the arms of an Imp. That would be a secret you had to keep to the grave; Even if he did give you the best time you've had in a while.

ᯓ But how the hell did you even end up in the Imp's arms in the first place?

ᯓ Well, it started when Verosika had moved her headquarters to the same building that I.M.P. was in; gaining the same floor, stealing their parking spot, and well just being a bitch. You had a hunch she did all this in spite of Blitzo, hating his guts so much that she wanted to torture him after they broke up. Which, before you met or saw him, made you think he was some sort of sexy Imp who could turn anyone's heads. Then you saw him and was, well, disappointed. Verosika was getting her panties into a twist over some short Imp who couldn't even stand up to her at first. He had to send one of his workers in before he even stepped foot into the studio! To you, he was a waste of time. A nobody who got a shot with a popstar and blew it for not being able to love properly, or something like that.

ᯓ So, you no attention to him at first; why should you? He was someone who, when the competition was a complete, would be a no body to you! Just another bad decision from Verosika you would have to hear about every so often just because you worked for her . . . and sometimes it made you question whether or not you should have accepted that job offer from her.

ᯓ Your interest for Blitzo first began at that very competition, or demon duel, which you had little interest in yet participated in because 1) it was good way to gain more magic and fulfill your hunger and 2) Verosika told you to. Persuading humans to fuck you, along with the others, was easy enough to do, even easier when it's a bunch of horny teenager son spring break; A simple look and or a flirty wink and you had them hook and sinker. Even if it left you feeling dirty by the end of being banged by 3 different people in a row, not being given a chance to properly breath as Verosika seemed oh-so-determined to win that bet. You were a concubus, sure, but fucking people you didn't know wasn't exactly your style; Which was always pointed out as weird, but you gained more power by fucking someone you knew or wanted . . . desperately.

ᯓ So all this was doing was both wearing you out and making you feel like a whore, which in turn made you feel like absolute shit! Can't exactly fucking people if you're feeling yourself or your body. Which led you to wondering away from the crowd, shoving past the tangled mess of naked or half-naked bodies attempting to fuck into each other, to get some air away from the scent of sweat and sea water and booze. "Fuck me. . ." The mumble left your lips as you trailed along the beach, dragging your aching legs. Wanting nothing more than to go home and shower, maybe take some pain killers and go to sleep, never brought you closer to relief. It only lead to you sitting on a barrel under the bridge that was over the beach. And, you know, you weren't trying to attract attention. You really weren't. Yet, it seems like everything you wanted never went your way anyways, "Oh, look! I knew I smelled something fishy." Blitzo's voice drawled out, his words instantly as sharp and thrashing as his tail behind him. And if you hadn't just been fucked by three guys, two at once, you would have probably gave him the anger he wanted out of your reaction. Yet you couldn't, "Oh fuck off, Blitzo! Go bash someone's brains in and jack off, I know it's your kink." You could already feel the way his eyes narrowed at you, the hostility basically seeping out of his pores to drown everyone around him. "Can't exactly fucking do that when you're stinking up the whole place! Shouldn't you go be getting your holes filled, Whore?"

ᯓ People often say that first impressions are always the most important, but you choose to say different. While they can be important to judge people off of, you've heard too much about Blitzo before you even got to know him! So, you never did get a proper first impression. Instead you got the pleasure to know how long his dick was before you even got to know his face! Thanks, Verosika. And yet, even if that did technically count as your first impression, or first meeting, with Blitzo it didn't change much about your impression on him. At least, not in that moment. He was still the dick bag cunt ex of your boss and you had no intention of sticking around and talking to him. So, as he turned to talk to some hellhound that was by his side, you snuck off and walked down the opposite side of the beach. No need to stick around if he already ended the conversation on a sour 'Whore'.

ᯓ You know, you never really understood the concept of 'love' before Blitzo. That was something you realized when you had woken up after your fuck session on his desk after that . . . strange dream of the first time you spoke to him. You would groan as you shrugged yourself to sit up, feeling a weight on your chest that caused your eyes to drift down and meet with an all too familar jacket, and yet no Blitzo. It caused you to blink once more, maybe again for good measure before you rubbed your eyes just to make sure they were squeaky clean before taking in the sight below you. Oh fuck. . . I just fucked my boss's ex. Was the thought that ran through your head, panicked and crazed, as you quickly glanced around frantically. You had to make sure no one saw you and that you could still wear your clothes!- Fuuck. What were you going to tell Verosika? Hey, I slept with your ex sorry about that, didn't mean it, it was hate fucking, you know how it is! No, you couldn't!- Ugh, shit. The fact that you had been abandoned on Blitzo's desk, with no Blitzo in sight, hadn't even crossed your mind. Even as you raised your hands, drawing his jacket up to your face to hide in, hoping that some freak accident would happen and just kill you.

ᯓ That would, sadly, be better than facing Verosika's wrath.

ᯓ Love! Such a crazy concept and you defiantly shouldn't know it or even feel it! You were a concubus, you were a demon made out of the pure essence of Lust and Craving; You got your magic by fucking people, your body, hip curves and plush thighs were made to be admired and fucked. You were like a sex toy, you were a sex toy to most, and yet. . . there was this weird feeling that had began to fester in your chest. A feeling that grew the more of Blitzo's scent wafted into your nose.

ᯓ Shit, when had this even started? Was it that day on the beach? You doubted it. You felt nothing but tire and ire from talking to Blitzo while trying to hide from your duties. Was it the days after? No, you never got much of a chance to dwell on the thought of him nor did you get much of a chance to talk to him. So when did it start? No, not when you had noticed it, you remembered that day well enough, especially since you almost died trying to save that Imp and his team. But, when had the feeling started to festered in your chest, implanting it's way into your heart and igniting itself in a way you've never felt before? In a way that had started to make you crave him in a way you never experienced? Should you talk to Ozzie about this, you were relatively good friends, yet . . . would he even understand? You doubted it; He dealt with Lust, not Love. Love; shit! No, no, you can't name it Love even . . . even when it felt so right.

ᯓ Rescue day was as clear in your mind as though it had happened yesterday; It was around the time you had been watching I.M.P. for a good month or so, just 'curious' about what they were doing, where they where going, who they were going to go kill, and who they were doing it for. It was all in pure curiosity, you had reassured everyone else in the office, and yet you think you had just been lying to yourself; Trying to shove down the prodding and poking feeling, shove it deep, deep down until it couldn't be felt anymore. But what kind of bitch who isn't a psychopathic maniac in love with the thrill of dying would go to such lengths you had to save I.M.P. from uncertain doom?

ᯓ "What the fuck? How did you even manage to do this shit, fucktard!" You would yell, your body flushed with the flesh of your human disguise which made it so much more uncomfortable to run. Though you still hand onto Blitzo's wrist as he used his free hand to shoot back, trying to kill anyone who was daring to follow the group. "What-" Moxxiewould mumble, quickly jumping over a trash can that had been thrown carelessly on the sidewalk. He stumbled before regaining his footing, "Aren't you like- working for Verosika?! Shouldn't you be helping them get us, not . . . saving us? Is this even saving us? We're just running!" Though his confusion would fall onto death ears as Blitzo shot another bullet out of his gun, watching as it pierced through an officer's head and gushed out brains and guts on those behind him. You would shutter as Blitzo yelled, "I don't know, maybe someone," He would cough, obviously fibbed, "MOXXIE!" Again that fibbed cough, "shot the wrong target! And then the human police were called and they're on our ass because we KILLED SOMEONE, GENIUS! How else did you think we got here?" "Oh, I don't know, I thought you may have tried to FUCK a police officer!" You quipped back, "Oh, sorry, you fucking can't because you're scared of sexual relationships, my bad. I forgot!" "Oh please, you can't fucking forget because I know Verosika shit talks me to you every day! DON'T BE FUCKING PLAYING THE INNOCENT CARE ON ME." Blitzo would shoot back, not noticing as Moxxie had tripped over his own foot and almost fell; Though thankfully Millie had been there to catch him, lifting him up into her own arms so they could keep pace with the others. Loona, who was tired of having to hear the gunshots and the bickering betewen Blitzo and you, snapped; "Can we stop hate flirting for a second and fucking get out of here before one of us get shot?!"

ᯓ "WE'RE NOT HATE FLIRTING."

ᯓ "Yeah, because it's so much more convincing when you both say it at the same FUCKING time." Sarcasm dripped out of Loona's tongue as she slung her bag over her shoulders, bringing it in front of her. She began to rustle around for something as you feel a sudden coldness in your hand; Blitzo had drew his own wrist away from your touch. Cold, that's all you felt; and it stung sharp and harsh. Pitiless.

ᯓ You really had to stick out your neck for someone like that? Someone who now left you up and dry on his desk after 'hate-fucking' you? Why would you ever fuck someone as pathetic as that, had desperate had you been? . . . Had you even been desperate? You couldn't remember feeling desperate, like you usually forced yourself to feel when you fuck someone for power, or a purpose other than the alternative which isn't important. It couldn't be important when you were clearly the only one who felt the same and Blitzo just wanted some- "Oh good, you're awake." The sound of the door opening and closing jolted you from your thoughts, causing you to scurry and cover yourself. "I thought I was about to have to drag your ass to sleep on my couch, and that would have been a whole 'nother fucking problem." Blitzo would mumble, coming up behind you. You felt him linger, you wondered if he wanted to do something yet was too scared to do so; Which, you guessed was true because he walked around the desk without doing anything and sat down on his chair, sat down in front of you. Which was weird. This was all weird, you didn't know how to react seeing Blitzo, who was dressed, sitting in front of you drinking his coffee like you weren't literally butt ass naked on his desk. "What?" Blitzo muttered, noticing your staring. You would simply point at him and then the desk, trying to formulate the words that didn't want to stick together: "Are . . . we going to fucking pretend that you didn't just fuck me on your desk last night?"

ᯓ "Do you want me to pretend like I didn't just fuck you on my desk last night?" The question lingered in the air, bringing with it silence. Your eyes were kept on Blitzo's before they faltered away, looking down at the ground. Did you want him to pretend that he wasn't grunting and groaning your name last night, that you hadn't been clawing at his back and screaming his?

ᯓ Was that really what you wanted?

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[asteroidfieldgame]

Some thoughts about setting up for Stormlight 6: loose threads from Wind and Truth (massive spoilers):

Battar was presumably pulled into Taravangian's recreation of Kabranth. Now, she's with the rest of the Heralds, and knows about, and possibly where to find it.

Retribution identified Hoid as the last threat to him on the planet, and destroyed him. But Hoid probably isn't the most invested being not in his control. Nightblood is either not a threat in his view, out of his ability to destroy or detect, or is close enough to a Spren to be protected. The other highly invested beings are all protected (bondsmith spren, Navani, presumably the Heralds, possibly the unmade).

Taravangian's emotional side seems to be taking over much more. Last time he encountered Hoid, he cleverly messed with him and erased some memories. This time, he simply destroys his body immediately, allowing him to heal elsewhere, with his investiture fully intact. But now that he has no more restrictions, he could have messed with him much more, or even potentially unmake Hoid.

Are the Voidspren protected or does Retribution plan to keep using them? He didn't seem to reclaim them. He seemed to think he would need to deal with Ba Ado Mishram, which either means she's protected or he's afraid to directly confront her while Odium likes her more than him.

Speaking of Shards leaving, is that a major concern for other Shards? Is Harmony at risk of losing Preservation if it finds someone who really really hates change? Or is that more of an Odium thing? Maybe a bad example; Preservation would hate changing vessels. Unlike many of the original vessels, the power actively chose Taravangian, so if anything it should be less likely to leave him. Or this is evidence for my earlier theory that Cultivation intentionally made it so Odium would be drawn to him on his stupidest day, but will become misaligned with his intent as he continues and goes back to his normal schemy ways.

Cultivation is really stupid. Despite being repeatedly claimed to be the best at seeing the future, Taravangian, Dalinar, and even Moelach and Renarin ran circles around her.

Who claimed Dalinar's soul, or maybe his cognitive aspect? The only ones who it seems could do something like that are the Oathpact (who doesn't seem to be doing that), another Shard, or maybe the Nightwatcher. The ones I could see claiming his cognitive aspect could be Cultivation, Valor, or the Nightwatcher - he presumably died with valor and she was name-dropped a bunch for someone who wasn't in the story, or Cultivation or the Nightwatcher could still lay claim to him. Or maybe the power of Honor wants to let him die, but if so I'd think it would oppose animating the Blackthorn Spren. Even without intervention, a sliver like him could potentially survive for a while as a cognitive shadow, perhaps indefinitely. I realize he stretched towards the beyond, but it's unclear exactly what survives in a Cognitive Shadow.

Jasnah is set up for a very interesting arc in the back half. Before, I questioned how a novel would focus on her, since she seemed to be much more self actualized than the other main characters and soon-to-be main characters, and having already reached the 4th ideal her character development seemed to be 80% done off page. Now, after her huge and basically single-handed failure in Thaylenah, snatching defeat from the jaws of victory as her past mistakes were thrown at her, I'm excited to see where she goes next. I hope she figures out how to Elsecall properly soon. Szeth was able to do it by focusing on his quest even though he was previously unable to.

Shallan has 2 main options: go worldhopping or be saved by Jasnah or Navani. Navani seems a bit stuck, but maybe Jasnah will figure it out. However, I don't see Shallan waiting around for years, and I doubt Jasnah will have such a potentially major piece of character development off page, given how much has already been off page. Unless, flashback chapters extend into the timeskip, in which case I could see this happening.

[patibato]

[Kiroku SSR] Fantasy Ribs - Puffy Portrait Panic!

Part 1

Momiji: Phew. Finally finished the emergency shopping… oh, what's that?

There's a huge line over there… Is something going on?

??: Woof!

Momiji: Wait. That voice just now…

Shumai: Woof! Woof!

Momiji: Shumai!? What are you doing all the way out here… were you on a walk with someone?

Shumai: Woof.

*running*

Momiji: Ah, wait up…!

Shumai: Woof!

Momiji: That's…!

Young Man: Is it really no good? I've become so enamoured…

Kiroku: Ah… um…

Lady: Hey~ please, boy. I'd just love to have one of your…

Kiroku: Uh… um…

Momiji: Kiroku-kun!

Kiroku: …! Ch-Chief…

Momiji: What's up with this crowd…!

Kiroku: Uuh… um… -

Momiji: Ah, I know. Kiroku-kun, let's use PeChat!

Kiroku: …! Got, it.

> Kiroku: sorry i cant explain out loud

< Momiji: No worries, you're good. What happened?

> Kiroku: at first i was just sketching shumai by myself

> then some people came up and said they wanted me to draw their dogs too

> and i couldnt answer properly and now a bunch of people have gathered around and i dont know what to do

Momiji: I see… so you've been getting portrait requests. What do you want to do?

Kiroku: Ah… I, want…

> Kiroku: i like drawing animals so i want to do it if i can

> theyre all so cute

> and i think it could be good practice for giving hospitality by drawing portraits of tourists

Momiji: Got it! Could I help out, then? That way you'll be able to focus on the portraits.

Kiroku: …! …Thank, you…

Shumai: Woof!

Momiji: Shumai can help too. Alright, let's get these customers lined up lickety-split!

*sketching*

Kiroku: Here… It's… done.

Girl: Waaah! Mummy, look! The Taro the man drew is super cute!

Mother: It certainly is. Come on now, what do we say?

Girl: Thanks mister!

Kiroku: …Y-yeah. You're, wel… come…

Momiji: Thank you very much! Kiroku-kun, want to take a break?

Kiroku: …I want to… continue…

Momiji: Alright, but make sure you don't overdo it. Next in line please.

Kiroku: …

*sketching*

Momiji: (Kiroku-kun looks earnest… It's incredible how he's managed to stay focused the whole time despite doing quite a lot.)

(He even gets the finer details done neatly, like the collar designs and ribbon frills. I'm sure the owners will be happy with them.)

Kiroku: This one's… the last…

Lady: Oh dearie me! You drew him so adorably, isn't that wonderful Uu-chan?

Kiroku: Uu… chan…?

Uu-chan: Grr… awoo~…!

Lady: That would be my baby here, his name is actually Ulysses¹, but it's cute to call him Uu-chan.

Momiji: (With those sharp eyes, and that name… doesn't he resemble Ushio-kun a bit…?)

Uu-chan: Awooo! Bark!

Kiroku: !!

Lady: Wait! Uu-chan, where are you going!

Momiji: This is bad, after him!

Momiji: *pant, pant*… Doesn't look like he's here either… How about it, Shumai? Can you smell him?

Shumai: Woof… whimper…

Momiji: I see… I wonder where he went…

Lady: Uuu, Uu-chan…

Kiroku: …-…

…I… shouldn't have, drawn, that… portra…

Momiji: Huh?

Kiroku: When I… handed it over… her grip, on the lead, loosened… so that she… could look at, it.

Which meant… Uu-chan, could… escape…

Momiji: That's not your fault. Don't worry, I'm sure we'll find—

Shumai: Woof!

Momiji: Ah, Shumai, don't just suddenly take off…!

Kiroku: …! Did he, find… him?

Momiji: There's some people over there, let's go ask!

¹The dog's name is actually William, which starts with a "ウ/U" when written in katakana, but obviously it starts with "W" in the Roman alphabet, so I changed it to a name starting with "U".

Part 2

Uu-chan: …Bark.

Lady: Uu-chan! You're safe…!

Kiroku: Thank good… ness…

Momiji: The portrait Kiroku-kun made came in really handy when talking to those people.

Shumai: Woof! Woof!

Kiroku: Thank you, too… Shumai.

Shumai: Woof!

Lady: Thank you all, truly. Here, have the treats I bought on my way to the park. Please do enjoy them.

Momiji: Wow, that's such a cute cookie tin! Are you sure?

Lady: I insist. This picture is so vivid, Uu-chan must have thought it was real and gotten startled.

That's how wonderful it is. I'm very grateful, boy!

Kiroku: …!

Thank you, too… I had… fun. Drawing… Uu-chan…

Momiji: (Kiroku-kun seems happy. What a relief…!)

Shumai: Yaaaw…oof.

Momiji: You worked really hard today, Shumai. You too, Kiroku-kun. Here, some hot chocolate. Let's eat the cookies we got earlier too.

Kiroku: …Thank, you.

Momiji: I'm glad everyone was happy, even with that incident.

…Still, all of the portraits were wonderful. I wonder if it's because you enjoyed drawing them—I could look at any of them forever and not feel bored.

Kiroku: …

In that, case… should I, draw, a portrait… of you, too…?

Momiji: What!? Really?

Kiroku: You helped… a lot, so… as thanks…

Momiji: I'd love that. Alright, please go right ahead!

*sketching*

Kiroku: …

Momiji: …

Kiroku: ……

Momiji: ………

(Th-this is bad…)

Kiroku: …

Momiji: (Kiroku-kun's staring directly at me…)

(So this is how it feels to have a portrait done. It's a little embarrassing…)

Option 1: Talk to him like this

Momiji: Ki-Kiroku-kun… is it okay to talk right now?

Kiroku: …?

Momiji: (He's not looking away…)

Um, how should I put this… This kind of thing, feels a little awkward…

Kiroku: …? What, does…?

Momiji: Well… staring at each other like this for so long, I guess…?

Kiroku: …

Kiroku: ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Momiji: Ah…! I-I'm sorry!? Even though you were concentrating, I…!

Kiroku: It… it's… al… ri… ght.

Option 2: Avert my gaze

Momiji: (Ah, I'll try looking at his hands. That way—)

Kiroku: …Chief.

Momiji: Wh-what?

Kiroku: Look… this way.

Momiji: Huh!?

Kiroku: I want to, draw you, while looking, at you, properly… Because, your eyes… are very… pretty.

Momiji: I-I see… thank you…

Kiroku: I'm… done.

Momiji: Uwah…! It's so colourful, but so coordinated at the same time. My own face looks so radiant here…! You really are incredible, Kiroku-kun!

Kiroku: …-…

Momiji: I really like it. Thank you so much! I'll go put it up in my room right away.

Kiroku: Ah… wai…

Momiji: Hm?

Kiroku: Uu……

Momiji: Ah, wanna use PeChat?

Kiroku: N-no… I'll use, my own, words…

Momiji: Alright, got it.

Kiroku: …

The reason, your portrait… is so colourful… is… because, I drew you… the way I, see… you.

To me… you're… someone who's, always… surrounded by, smiles… Both from, the people around you… and, your own, as… well.

So you're… overflowing with… all sorts of, colour. Sparkling and… dazzling.

Momiji: Kiroku-kun…

(The words he's getting out bit by bit are making me feel all warm inside.)

Kiroku: I'd like you to… keep showing me, lots of colours. …Thank you, for, today.

Momiji: …That's my line! Let's keep getting along from here on out too.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Love's Proposition Collection Event

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors.

Slightly suggestive

I woke up earlier than usual and quietly slipped out of Gilbert's bed to change in my room, but, for some reason, the door wouldn't open.

(It's locked from the inside.)

Emma: "Gil..."

Gilbert: "The key is right here."

He seemed to have woken up as he sat up and playfully shook the key in his hand, smiling.

(It's not the first time he locked me in, but...)

Emma: "Do you have something to tell me?"

Gilbert: "Who knows?"

Emma: "Please tell me."

Gilbert: ".........."

Emma: "I was planning to bake a lot of sweets today, you know?"

Gilbert: "Heh?"

He beckoned me over, still smiling.

I approached him cautiously, and he grabbed my hand and bit it.

Emma: "Ouch!"

Gilbert: "Be careful, as every time you make a mistake, your body will be covered in bite marks."

(He's being unreasonable!)

Emma: "Wait, are you sick?"

Gilbert: "Do I look sick?"

Emma: "No."

He pushed me roughly onto the bed, and this time, he bit into my shoulder, opening my collar.

Emma: "T-Then do you want me to help you with something一"

Gilbert: "All of those are completely off."

He bit into my other shoulder, and tears welled up from the pain.

Gilbert: "You need to guess quickly, or you'll end up getting covered in bite marks."

(What else could it be?)

He peered into my face from a close distance.

Drawn in by his seductive blood-colored eyes, I lightly kissed him as if being tempted.

Emma: "Is it something like this?"

Gilbert: "............"

He gently nibbled on my nose.

(This isn't it either.)

(Crap. At this rate, I might not be able to leave the room.)

The strange tension and the pounding of my heartbeat stole my words.

In the silence, Gilbert's cold hand pulled down my negligee, and he bit into my exposed nipple.

Emma: "Nnn. You still haven't given me an answer!"

Gilbert: "It doesn't matter how long it takes me to answer."

As his tongue slid over the throbbing bite mark, my body gradually succumbed to the heat.

He mercilessly repeated it, and my thoughts melted into a heavy, vanilla-like sweetness.

Gilbert: "Why can't you understand something so simple?"

Gilbert: "Come on, think properly."

Emma: "Ahhh... I don't know."

Gilbert: "I see. Then I guess you'll be stuck in here forever."

(Forever!?)

Gilbert: "Don't worry. I'll take good care of you."

His cold fingertips slid from my chest to my stomach, eventually slipping inside the space between my legs.

(I need to think.)

I bit my lip to prevent myself from being consumed by the violent pleasure, but a cold kiss stopped me.

His expression, as he pulled away, seemed somewhat dissatisfied.

(The reason I can't leave the room is a simple one.)

(But when did he lock the door in the first place?)

(At the very least, he had already wanted something by the time I fell asleep.)

(I'm pretty sure he anticipated my actions.)

(Oh!)

The moment I realized it, I embraced him.

Emma: "I'll stay here a bit longer."

Gilbert: "Fufu, well done."

He embraced me back, and our bodies pressed together.

Gilbert: "Going back to your room right after waking up is a bit lonely, don't you think?"

Gilbert: "Just how lonely? Well, enough to want to render your legs useless."

Emma: "Will you stop that!?"

Gilbert: "Ahahaha, don't worry. You wouldn't do something so cruel to me, would you?"

His tone was more like a plea than a threat.

Because of that, instead of getting angry, affection filled me.

(At this rate, I might not be able to stay away for even a moment.)

He repeatedly gave me short kisses with a satisfied smile, and I squinted my eyes at the ticklish sensation.

(But it's okay.)

(Because it's not just Gilbert who feels lonely.)

Ikepri Masterlist

[merbear25]

For the event, Maybe kid (one piece) for #3. SFW and fem or gn is fine.

Hey, hey! Thank you for sending in this request! I haven't written much for him, so I hope I did alright. Hope you like it 💜💜

A love worth fighting for

CW: SFW, fem!reader, some angst, some fluff

You'd always been told to be less brash, that such behavior was unbecoming for a lady. Such comments made you scoff for you had no interest alligning with what others expected from you. Standing out from the crowd wasn't always looked on fondly; the glares from the crowd would morph together, not a single individual among them.

When you crossed paths with the Kid Pirates, their personalities were unlike anyone you'd ever met. To add to their uniqueness, the captain, Eustass Kid, was quite the character. Your encounter gave you something worth while, to strive for. Luckily for you, your boldness and abilities caught their eye, which led to Kid extending an invitation for you to join them.

With your time onboard extending, you'd earned your keep. Rubbing elbows with Kid came with flirtatious exchanges, steamy nights, but also flare-ups of anger and jealousy. The man had you in an iron grip, ringing out the heart you'd put on the line for him.

You'd had your fair share of problems when it came to your confusing relationship with him. You both had been dancing around the possibility of being exclusive for what seemed like forever; the hope you had was being dragged along, becoming tattered.

Yet you were drawn to his resilience, and despite the fact that he often acted before thinking, you could admire the passion which accompanied his recklessness. He was captivated by your unwavering devotion and even though you were frustratingly stubborn at times, you knew what you wanted and were goal-oriented enough to push for it.

That night was a rerun: a rehashing of old arguments, picking at each other's insecurities further snowballing towards the inevitable clash of your personalities. However, with the storm came the calm when you found yourselves wrapped up in the whirlwind of shared passion.

You felt torn on how you should continue this give and take with him. On one hand, he ignited a flame that, at the best of times, seemed it would burn for eternity. On the other hand, he was the only one to cause the world around you to come crashing down. Regrettably, you were leaning towards calling it quits, although the thought of it pierced your heart.

You bore your heartache to him, and uncharacteristically, he panic washed over him at the reality of you slipping away. He was noticeably distraught from your words, yet still attempted to push down any physical clues alluding to his innermost fears.

"You can't leave me."

"What do you mean I can't?" When he didn't respond, you doubled down, "It's not like this is going anywhere. You don't feel the same way as I do."

"That's not true!" The anguish and want he had for you mixed as he shouted, "I love you but I can't say those words."

His chest heaved at the raw display of his own vulnerability. "Do you have any idea how crazy you make me? How hard it would be to lose a woman like you?"

"Why are you just now telling me this?" The lump in the back of your throat was becoming more painful as you pushed through, "Now that everything has become so distressing between us."

Taking a brief moment, you attempted to shove the rising strife aside, "You must know what you do to me, you idiot." You couldn't help but let out a chuckle at your tear stained insult.

He brushed off the name calling, being able to pick up on the affection laced around it. Motioning towards you, he yearned to hold you closely but was still unsure how to properly comfort you.

Looking at him with dried tears speckling your cheeks, you gave him a quivering smile. Such a gaze made him throw away his prior hangups as he tugged you into his lonely arms.

As you stood there holding the other, the previous rows grew distant and time held no meaning―getting the chance to reveal your love for one another shook you to your cores. That being said, it was a risk worth taking for anything that came afterwards paled in comparison. Knowing where the other stood would serve as an indefinite source of faith, while you faired against all odds hand in hand.

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

The Anomaly || JJK

Chapter 21: Southern Cross

summary : In which you're isekai'd from your (own) parallel Jujutsu Kaisen universe to the canon universe.

wordcount : 1.4k

Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen X Reader, your Sukuna X Reader, Megumi X reader

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Manga spoilers: chapters 156/157

Acrux?

Megumi studies the star shaped mark on his bunny shikigami, evidently confused.

He glances at the door.

Gacrux?

" Watch out!" 

Megumi glances up just in time to see you getting launched at him. His eyes widen, arms opening up just in time to properly catch you. Immediately, his eyes are drawn to your hand.

Also Acrux.

" Sorry-"

" No, I don't think this was a coincidence. Stay close to me."

You blink at him, before blinking at the mark on your hand.

At once, he releases rabbit escape which he had previously summoned.

" Panda! What do you think of my rabbit escape?"

Megumi takes a step closer as he calls out to your older classmate, automatically pulling you with him for some reason. He glances at you shortly, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep your side pressed to his. You blink, not exactly catching onto what's happening just yet.

" It was sooo cute! Second only to me!"

Annoyance takes over Megumi's features.

" I'm asking about what they could and couldn't get closer to!"

" Oh. They were able to approach me and the second floor!, But couldn't get to Kirara or the door to the monitoring room!"

" Is there a star mark and a name somewhere on your body?"

" Eh?!" 

Indeed, on Panda's butt, was another star with a name.

" Imai? It says Imai!"

Panda calls as he reads his mark.

Megumi searched himself for a good second too, raising his shirt go reveal a very toned stomach and another star with a name. Acrux, just like you.

Your eyes widen in realization.

" It must be based on a constellation. "

Megumi nods.

" Panda! This cursed technique is based on a constellation! This one is based on 'The Southern Cross'."

Based on Kirara's face, Megumi must be correct.

" Megumii, Y/NN! I don't understand!"

" Panda, the southern cross has 4 stars, right?"

" Well, yeah, since it's a cross."

" I initially thought that Kirara's technique assigned a star from the southern cross to each target, and forces them to stay at a certain distance from each other. But Kirara is able to approach the door, Y/N is glued to me, and we're able to approach each other. Which is why I think that this is more like a board game that decides a route. And that each star has an order to which they can approach each other. And the same stars can stick together."

" Shouldn't the user be unaffected by their cursed technique?"

You shrug

" Usually, yeah. But Kirara was also forced to stay away from devine dog."

" Maybe it just makes our stars repel the stars of Kirara and the door."

" If that's the case, then why hasn't Kirara run into the monitoring room?"

" Oh, right- It's game over for us if she sticks to the door from the inside."

" For now, Kirara is on guard to make sure we don't break whatever condition it is that would allow us to break into the monitor room unnoticed by her."

Your eyes widen.

" Doesn't that mean that there's at least 5 stars?"

Megumi nods.

" What if there's a sixth or a seventh? "

" Let's just hope that's not the case."

The conversation is cut short as Kirara joins the scene, somewhere seemingly having found a car and plowing it straight at the three of you.

" Panda!"

" I've got it!-"

" Don't throw it! It's marked with the same star as the one on your body. -"

" -If you throw it it'll either come back to you or you'll be pulled to it!"

" Megumi, over there!" 

At one of the random ledges of the roof, is indeed a different star. The one you were looking for.

Everything seems to happen at once. The two of you head to the star, Kirara sends a bunch of stuff at you, and while Megumi reaches the 5th star of her technique, you manage to wrap a steady stream of water around Kirara, and pull yourself towards her.

Megumi suppresses his cursed energy by a level for a moment, getting him pulled towards you this time, and wrapping Kirara in a headlock.

Finally, Kirara is on the floor, Megumi holding her arm behind her back.

" Listen to what we have to say."

Kirara looks rather annoyed that Megumi's plan had worked.

" Did you really plan this all out? Surely you didn't know that I cannot mark water with my technique. Or that you would be pulled towards her."

" Originally, it was by chance. But I realized that the one with lesser cursed energy gets pulled towards the one with more cursed energy."

Kirara's eyes widen, before she grumbles.

" I can't believe you're a first year. You're not so cute."

Finally, Megumi lets her go, opting for another approach. He bows respectfully, all the way to the ground.

" Please, listen to what we have to say."

Kirara glances over him and you, before sighing.

" Fine.-"

In that exact second, Yuuji is launched through the door you guys were stalling, Sukuna followed soon after. 

Hakari looks angry as he follows them out.

" Megumi, Panda, Y/N, you guys stay out of this. Su- Woozi, leave this to me."

Sukuna scoffs in annoyance, but steps back.

 Hakari grins.

" You're underestimating me."

And then he throws a punch straight at Yuuji. Everyone's eyes widen. Sukuna's do too, before they narrow.

" Yuuji-"

" The fuck are you doing?-"

Hakari visibly gains interest as he shoves Yuuji, only for him to remain standing.

He raises a brow.

" Interesting. I'll listen to what you have to say... For as long as you remain standing."

Kirara leans over the railway where you're all stood.

" Kin, these kids want your help! Listen to what they have to say!" 

Hakari huffs.

" I just said I'll listen."

Kirara blinks.

" Oh. Then it's all good.. I guess..?"

" Hey Itadori, why me? This is the first time we've met, is it not?"

" Because my upperclassman said you're strong-"

" That's what I thought."

Hakari launches a punch in Yuuji's face as he speaks.

" When a sorcerer asks for help, it's basically asking 'please risk your life with me'! You need to convey a fever worthy of making me risk my life. Right here, right now! But instead of that, you came here because you were told to?! What the hell is old Yaga doing?! He's supposed to weed out wusses like you!"

" I don't have a fever.-"

" Huh?"

"-I'm a cog. A cog, for sorcerers to continue exorcising curses."

" Hey, hey, hey, you serious? That's so boring!"

Hakari pulls his fist back, and Megumi's eyes widen.

" Yuuji! That's enough!"

The punch never arrives. A steady stream of water is clasped around his wrist. You jump over the railing, approaching Hakari, your eyes narrowed in a sharp glare.

" Who the hell are you? And what the hell is this technique?!" 

Hakari is evidently taken by surprise as he struggling against the steady stream of water.

" My name is Kamo Y/N. This is pointless. If you're afraid to fight for real, pretend this stupid club is worth your time, then so be it.-"

You bend the water back in your water skin.

" If you're looking for a real fight however, come with us. You have nothing better to do anyway." 

You cross your arms over one another, glaring at him. Yuuji's eyes widen.

" Y/N.-"

" Yuuji, shut up."

Sukuna walks over, grinning as he slings an arm around your shoulder.

Hakari grins, scoffing.

" You have guts.-"

He glances up to where Megumi, Panda and Kirara are stood.

" Come down. We can make a deal."

Megumi's eyes widen, as does Panda's. 

" Did she just...?"

" Uhm, yeah..? The problem's solved...? We convinced him...? "

Kirara hums at Megumi's puzzled words.

" Yep."

" Thank you?"

" No problem. Kinji doesn't like the higher ups. But his-"

She nods at you, under Sukuna's arm.

" -girl really got his fever going."

Megumi coughs.

His girl. Sukuna's girl. As if. Tch.

" She's not his girl. They're just friends."

Kirara raises an interested brow at Megumi.

" Your girl?"

Megumi blushes, not answering her as he jumps over the railing.

[ A/N: This was all so confusing in the manga holy shat-. Also, happy new year : ]

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