#NOTHINGS WHAT IT SEEEMS

[stardusteyes]

Does anyone else listen to EPIC the Musical and suddenly become extremely worried for Outis?

[blubbduckies]

Late night car rides with Satoru Gojo

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The whir of the engine is slowly lulling you to sleep, the city lights flashing by. Gojo would have the radio turn to the perfect amount of quiet, his hand occasionally tapping the steering wheel to the tune. His free hand would be on your thigh, slowly kneading the flesh beneath his palms as he smiles to himself.

“We should do this more often.” That’s all he says, all he really needs to say. While Gojo is usually known as silly and unserious, he drops the facade with you. With you, he’s just Satoru. His simple words mask his true feelings, ones he hasn’t let out in a long time. He really means that he likes spending time with you, he feels safe with you, and he loves you dearly but he cannot let himself speak those words. Ever since he lost Suguru he hasn’t let himself be just Satoru.

Except when he’s with you that is. Sometimes he just drives in silence. Other times he speaks about his worries, his burdens in a shaky voice. No matter what you always give his hand a reassuring squeeze. For that Satoru would give everything for you. The more time you’ve spent together the more he wants to be around you.

He doesn’t exactly remember when it started. Probably back in high school, senior year when he got his license, he pulled up in a shiny new Range Rover and took you for a drive. Shoko was invited yet she declined, insisting she didn’t trust Gojo with her life yet.

The two of you drove around till 3am that night. Some late 2000s song was playing on the radio. You and Satoru have argued whether it was “We Belong Together” by Mariah Carey or “You and Me” by Lifehouse but neither one sounded quite right.

You had talked about everything during that drive. What happened with Suguru, how Satoru felt, what the two of you were going to do in the future. No barrier was left in that car that night. Once you both ran out of tears he drove to the only place open that late: 7/11. You ate greasy hotdogs and sugary icees before getting dropped off at home.

After graduation, life had meddled with how often you talked to Satoru. It seeemed to take you hours to respond to a text from under the mountain of homework and even longer to squeeze in a brief phone call. Whenever life got too hectic Satoru would pull up infront of your dorm. He’d grab your homework and let you do it in the front seat as he simply drove you two around.

Eventually it turned into a routine. Twice a week, usually in tuesdays and fridays, Satoru would pick you up at 11:00pm. He’d drive with no destination in mind. Sometimes you’d end up at the beach, other times in a different city. It didn’t really matter, as long as you two were together, nothing mattered.

Back in your college days the drive was to ease your stress. Now it seemed to ease Satoru, whether it was the routine of it or your presence, he doesn’t know. Just always expect the annoying car honks at 11:00pm and a shiny black Rover with an equally annoying driver waiting for you.

[gay-dorito-dust]

I checked your rules, and so this seeems like I’d be okay: I was wondering if I could request Matt Murdock x reader dating hcs, but where it’s a crossover where he’s dating hades child reader? If you’re not into crossovers, then may I simply request dating hcs with Matt where reader has two protective younger siblings?

This came across as ‘Matt finds out you’re a child of hades hdc’ more than anything.

He knew you were a little different, you smelt like death and he could sense how the air would seemed to get cold whenever you were nearby, how he could feel immense power brimming breath your skin that was desperately trying to claw its way out.

He could feel the trials of survival by the callouses on your hands whenever he reached out to grasp your hand, relishing in the cold sting that came with you before intertwining your fingers together.

Matt knew you weren’t exactly human, but neither fully whatever else made up the other half of your dna, but he didn’t need sight to see that whatever it was it was extraordinarily powerful and ancient.

A mutant? Didn’t seem to fit what you were and neither did superhuman or inhuman, however Matt knew it wasn’t his duty to pry such things, especially if it was something that was tethered to less then happy memories for you for that wasn’t Matt’s intention. Yet he knew that you lied whenever he asked by how your heart increases and your breathing came out uneven and almost panicked, hearing your feet shifting your weight on the floor and you fidgeting with the sleeves of your shirt out of habit.

For now Matt pretends that he knows no better and leaves it for your sake as it was obvious that it was a topic you’d rather not discuss, if ever, and who was Matt to discard your wishes?

‘You can tell me anything you know,’ he says as he reaches a hand to put on your knee for comfort, ‘you don’t need to hide anything from me and I don’t want you to feel as though you have to hide anything from me, I’m here for you and that’s never going to change even if you’ve told me that you’ve got a third arm.’ You chuckled and it made Matt only smile in response as he felt you begin to calm down.

Besides Matt had a lot of patience and was willing to wait until you were more then comfortable to let him into that side of you that you were clearly hostile and less then proud towards. It was all a matter of time.

So when the time did come, it was when you shadow traveled Matt back home when it was clear he wouldn’t make it more then a couple of steps without collapsing from his wounds, it was a small example of your power but all Matt felt in that moment was cold, frigid, cold enough to freeze his entire body into a solid block of ice.

It felt like he was dying but not at the same time, as though he was in a state of limbo before the familiar sensations and smells hit him as to tell him that he had come home, despite the fact he was more then a good few feet away just moments before.

All matt knew was that whatever had happened wasn’t exactly the greatest of experiences for him as he couldn’t feel nor sense nothing, no sound no breathing, absolutely nothing, not even your own and that enough was freighting for him.

‘What was that?’ He’d ask.

‘Shadow travel.’ You told him as you began patching up his wounds.

‘Why did it feel so…’

‘Devoid of everything? Like you were dying and you couldn’t go anywhere but wherever the shadows took you? You’ll get use to it.’ You replied with a casualness that only made matt more curious by the second, hating not understanding what he felt when you did your thing.

‘What are you?’ He finally asks the question that has been on his mind since first meeting you, having sensed an eerie and almost cryptic aspect to you that only left him more curious in getting to know you better.

‘A demi-god.’ You told him as though he’d know what one is.

Matt laughs. ‘Like as in Greek mythology? Those types of Demi-gods? A child of the gods?’

‘Yes, not like I expect you to understand.’ - you.

‘Who?’ - Matt

‘Hades.’ You finally said. ‘I’m a child of hades, and being who I am it’s kinda of a taboo topic even for the gods as I’m not exactly meant to exist, yet here I am paying the price for existing.’ You muttered, finishing up patting Matt as you ran a hand through his dark hair, smiling slightly when you saw him lean into your touch with full faith and trust.

‘So is your father to blame for you being so cold?’ Matt jokes and suddenly you didn’t feel as though your burden of being a child of a Greek god wasn’t so bad, especially not if your vigilante boyfriend was always going to make it light with his half hearted jabs of your abnormal body temperature.

‘Yes I guess you could say that, but under certain circumstances you don’t mind it as much as you claim you do.’ You replied teasingly as you lightly tugged at his hair, making him groan.

‘While that maybe true, you must know that Demi-god or not nothing I feel towards you will ever change, you’re still the person I fell for and dated for the past couple of months.’ Matt reassures you with a smile as he brought your hand from his hair to his mouth, kissing the back of it before holding it tightly to his chest, allowing you to feel his heart beating beneath warm skin. ‘And if you’re condemned for merely existing then I’m condemned for loving you, but I wouldn’t change it for anything, for you are my everything and for my everything I’d do anything.’ He adds softly as he squeezed your hand.

You smiled softly as you rest your forehead against him. ‘You’re more trouble than your worth Murdock.’ You murmured before pecking his nose, making him smile a little. ‘But I’ve always loved a little bit of trouble, especially if it comes in the form of a charming lawyer by day, vigilante by night who goes by the name Matt Murdock.’ You then peck his lips as you enjoyed how his warmth seeped through you, blanketing you in a welcoming hug in comparison to the cold embrace you’ve received only from the shadows.

‘He sure sounds like a charmer.’ Matt says teasing. ‘Bet you love him quite a lot.’

‘He is, but he can also be a pain in my ass with how often he comes home hurt.’ You played along as you looked over his bandaged wounds and the old ones that have long signed healed. ‘However I do unfortunately love him too much to leave him bleed out on the side walk when he could do that on our lovely carpet.’ You finished sarcastically.

Matt chuckled, wincing when he felt one of his wounds spiking in pain. ‘We’ll get it changed.’ He promised.

‘This is the fifth carpet we’ve had.’ You retorted.

‘Isn’t your father the god of wealth?’ Matt raises his brows.

‘Funny you think my father is that giving.’ You huffed, remembering the last conversation you had with your beloved godly father.

Matt shrugs. ‘Worth a shot.’

[hockeyboysimagines]

Practice makes perfect

Warnings: Unprotected sex, please be responsible (that’s all this is really haha)

Ask and ye shall receive. A fun little Matt and Hallie piece for you guys, inspired by the last game. Expect chapter 3 of Fuck me like I’m famous to be out in. Day or so.

Enjoy!

“Does it hurt?” Hallie asked, leaning down to peer at his eyebrow and the bridge of his nose. There was little blood and the beginnings of a bruise but he seeemed fine otherwise.

“Nah. You’ve hit me harder than this before.” He said with a smile, eyes twinkling.

She rolled her eyes, embarrassed and crossed her arms watching as he got it cleaned and butterfly stitched.

Fighting in hockey never bothered Hallie, but watching him get jumped like that wasn’t exactly her favorite thing in the world either. She and Chantal had immediately grabbed hands when they saw him fall to the ice, and she hadn’t breathed until he was back up and yelling at Brady from center ice.

She hadn’t even planned on going to this game, but had been talked into it last minute, and was able to find care for the kids. She’d not expected the game to explode the way it did and she was a little surprised. She’d watched Matthew and Brady play one another before but this game was a little different. They both had the unique ability to agitate the other team but sometimes it just went too far.

Either way she was glad he was okay.

Especially after what happened during playoffs.

Watching him go down after the hit during the finals, and then stumble when he tried to get back up was probably the scariest thing that had ever happened to her. She was frozen in her seat, unable to move and when he didn’t return to the bench immediately she knew something was wrong. Though she argued with him, she couldn’t stop him from playing in the next game, and a huge blowout resulted when she found it was a broken sternum, and not a broken arm like he told her it was.

It was the first and only time since the first time that she considered leaving him and taking the kids. But then Hallie remembered what her life was like without him and she definitely didn’t want to go back to living that way, but he’d promised her that he would never do that again.

This thankfully was only two small cuts to the face and nothing more. He hopped off the table, gave everyone a small wave goodbye and they headed out of the medical room and down the hall.

“Who has the kids?” He asked after a second, glancing at her from the corner of his eye.

“Carly. She’s visiting for the week.”

“Oh so the kids are at home.”

“That’s what I said. Why?”

“No reason. Just wondering if you wanted to make another one is all.”

Hallie’s mouth fell open and she let out a breath “Matthew-“

“Great. Glad we’re on the same page. Your hotel room or mine?”

Hallie spent the short ride from the arena squirming in the backseat of a cab. She’d jumped and gasped a little when she felt Matthew’s hand slide between her legs, fingers moving over the paper thin fabric of her leggings.

“What are you-?” She hissed eyes moving towards the cab driver, but Matthew refused to look at her. He was smiling a little, eyes not moving from the window as they drove.

She was biting her lip so hard she was sure it was bleeding as they pulled up to the steps on the hotel she was in, and he waved pleasantly to the driver and they walked in together. Her heart was in her ears as he stared at her from across the elevator, almost unblinking.

“Stop.” She said finally, eyeing him as the elevator moved agonizingly slow.

“Stop what?”

“Having eye sex with me from across the elevator. That’s what.”

He chuckled “Don’t worry. There will regular sex to be had soon, and if it wasn’t for that.” He nodded above her head at the camera “We’d be having it now.”

Hallie felt redness come to her face and coughed “In an elevator? What do you take me for.”

“What I take you for.” He said pushing off the wall and taking a slow step forward “Is the same girl who once let me fuck her in a bar bathroom, and then went back out like nothing ever happened. And that same girl also stuck my hand under her dress at the winter gala surrounded by important executives.” He same to stopping in front of her “Should I keep going?” He leaned down so he was eye level with her. He was giving her one of those nasty smirks he always did right before he ruined her.

She opened her mouth to respond and then closed it, shaking her head.

“That’s what I thought. After you.” He waved a hand forward towards the elevator door, which had now opened, and followed her out, down the hall and towards her hotel room door. She stopped and turned to pull out her key card, when she felt a hand slide across her abdomen, and warm breath under her ear. Hallie nearly dropped the key twice as his lips ghosted over the skin of her neck.

“The key won’t work.” Hallie said smacking it against the sensor on the door, sucking in a breath as his hand sank below the waistband of her leggings “I can’t get it to unlock-“

“I’ve got a key for your lock right here.” He whispered in her ear, body pushing her up against the door, sensor beeping as they almost fell in when the door unlocked suddenly. He had one hand on either side of her waist, spinning her to face him as he kicked the door shut and pulled her forward, lips finding hers in the dark.

Kissing her never got old, like each time was the first. He yanked her jacket off, tossing it away as she pulled off his tie and suit jacket.

“Take this off.” He breathed out against her mouth, pulling at the jersey she was wearing. As much as he loved seeing her in that Tkachuk jersey, he needed to see her in nothing. He couldn’t get her out of her clothing fast enough, ripping the jersey over her head and then tossing her down on the mattress. He grabbed the waistband of her leggings and pulled, yanking them down before he pulled his own dress shirt off, surprised when he felt her hands on his arms and she quickly spun him, seating him down on the bed.

“What-“

“Shhhhhhh.” She said holding a finger up to quiet him “Let me take care of you.”

She reached forward, eyes still on his and slowly unbuttoned his suit pants, before removing them, his shoes and socks, and then leaned him backwards. He felt his heart rate pick up a little. Usually after a particularly rough game, Hallie let him get a little wild. It wasn’t often she took control but when she did.

It was always fun.

She was half in shadow as she stood, adjusting the band on her underwear and nodding for him to move up the bed. When he did, she reached forward, eyes flicking up to meet his as she leaned down and pressed a wet open mouth kiss on his lower abdomen. She gave him a better head rush than any fight or elbow ever could.

“Hallie I-“

But he was silenced when she stretched the length of his body and moved her mouth across his jaw and down his neck. She had one hand splayed across his chest and used the other one to tilt his chin back.

“So about that baby…” she whispered in his ear.

He had her flipped over on her own back before she could even finish her sentence. He was smiling, pinning each of her arms by her head and leaned into her face.

“Oh is that what you want.” He ran his hand down her arm, and across her stomach, and down into her underwear.

She jumped, back arching up and smiled a little with a shrug “I mean if you wanna give me one.”

“Another one?”

“How about we just maybe get some practice is?” She said tugging her hand free and running them down his back to the lower part, nails digging into his skin.

“Good plan. You can never have too much practice.” He whispered leaning down to kiss her.

She opened her mouth allowing him to push his tongue inside and she felt a heat erupt in her stomach that started to creep through her as he pushed her underwear down her legs and settled in between them. Her head fell back and her eyes closed as he pushed inside of her, for probably the 200th time, but the feeling it gave her never got old. His tongue slid across her neck, teeth biting down on her skin as his hand moved up her waist, fingers splaying across her ribcage. He pulled out and pushed back in, his own head falling forward into the crook of her neck.

He ran his hand under her knee and pulled her leg up, hitching it around his hip, pushing deeper as he did. She gasped and let out a moan. Her nails drug across the skin of his forearms, as she watched the muscles begin working in his abdomen. There was nothing in the world quite like him. “That’s the prettiest noise I’ve ever heard.” He whispered.

He pulled her up by the back of the neck to kiss him, crushing her mouth with his own. He threaded his hand through her hair, the thick silky strands wrapping around his fingers. Her body felt hot and tight and she was a little bit dazed when he pulled away to look at her.

“God you’re beautiful.” He whispered, eyes never leaving hers. He’d been saying that to her since day 1 and it never failed to make her melt into a puddle of goo, and today was no different.

She watched as he leaned forward resting his forehead on her chest and pushed inside her again this time deeper and faster than before. Her head fell back as she pushed her hips up to meet his, legs spreading wider. He had a firm grip on her left hip as he started thrusting harder, and faster. She felt white heat building between her legs and her body was tired and felt heavy. It she never wanted him to stop. He braced an elbow on the mattress next to her head and started to push faster.

“Matty oh my g-“ but her words became jumbled and she felt herself fall apart as she got hit with an orgasm that made her toes curl.

“Shhh kiss me.” He pulled her forward hurriedly, kissing her right through both of their orgasms until their breath had slowed, and she had no more air to give to him. He finally pulled away and let his head fall into the crook of her neck, trying to slow his breathing down. He gave a little shiver as he pulled out of her and laid next to her in silence.

“Well you’re welcome for the baby.” He said after a few minutes of the sounds of breathing filling the room.

Hallie started laughing and he smiled at the sound. He could only see her profile silhouetted against the lights coming from behind the curtain, but he had seen her smile at him enough to know what she looked like.

“You’re awfully sure of yourself on the first try.”

“I’m 2 for 2 babe. It’s not confidence, it’s just skill.”

“Well since you’re so skilled, I guess we don’t need anymore practice.” Hallie pulled the blanket up and turned from him.

“Woah whoa whoa, now hold on.” He reached across her to turn on the lamp “I’m confident in my abilities but that doesn’t mean mistakes can’t be made. We could always do it again, to be on the safe side.”

She smiled and looked at the ceiling in thought “Well. If you really think so then I guess we should. You know…for the safe side. You’re the expert after all.”

He reached forward and ran a hand over her collarbone, thumb stroking the base of her neck “What’s that saying? Practice makes perfect?”

“Yes.”

“Well since we’re already perfect…” he said with a large cheesey smile.

She rolled her eyes and grabbed him by the chain “Shut up and kiss me you idiot.”

He reached past her and grabbed the pull chain on the lamp, intending to spend the rest of the night doing just that.

[stellarremnantsau]

All I hear are screeeamsss every time I dare to close my eyes...I no longer dreeeeeam only nightmaress that I will wriiite...nothings what it seeeems (nothings what it seeems) But where there is fluff, angst will always be close behind...angst is always close behind- down in the archive-

[al-hekima-madara-blog]

Hello, I hope you are very well, I love your content, thank you very much for solving our existential doubts ❤️ 🥰 I wanted to ask you if at some point, haven't you thought that Madara hasn't had a child? Well we know that Hashirama had children but you don't know who he is. Don't you think that could be the case with Madara? Before Izuna's death she was a normal person (as far as possible) what do you think? remember to take care of yourself and drink water ❤️

Thank you darling to remind me of hydrating myself on this very hot topic!🔥

I think I've already answered it somewhere but it's still good to refresh my thoughts.

Yeah so basically there is two options:

1- We take Obito's words literally when he said that Madara was his ancestor, but his direct ancestor. And then Madara must have had a child at some point and considering he was the first born of the Uchiha leader and the life expectancy was short during the warring states era it's not crazy to imagine he had been married at a very young age like 16/17 years old. And he was already father in his early twenties. It's the easiest solution. But I don't like this answer I'll explain why.

2- Madara never had children. there is two main traits about him, the first his entire life up to Izuna's death was to protect his family and his clan. the second trait is that he's Hashirama's nemesis. Like a reverse mirror. and that something Kisimoto uses with many characters : Naruto/Obito (Hokage's life goal), Naruto/Gaara as sucessful and failed Jinshuriki. and obvioulsy Sasuke/Naruto. Sasuke choosing solitude and vengeance while Naruto staying with the village and keep believing in their friendship. And finally Ashura/ Indra. So this being said what is Hashirama? A shinobi who realised his dream and had everything in life : a wife he loved, a brother still alive, a village who adores him, a lineage by blood and a spiritual lineage through his students Hiruzen and Danzo, a philosophy "the will of fire" and the title of god of shinobi. It makes sense that in contrary Madara lost and/or abandon everything : his last brother he couldn't protect, the support of his clansmen, his choice to left the village and find his own way, and after the valley of the end he chose to live completely cut off from humanity. Like Indra he wanted to save the world alone and like Sasuke is cut all the links to his past life. And in my opinion (but that's just me) I can't imagine him leaving behind his child in konoha, and saying to Hashirama that he has nothing left to protect after Izuna's death and later that he hates having someone on his back ~meaning people following his path. So no it seeems to me Madara was written in the manga as the epitome of lone wolf. Then no wife, no children. no clan, no brother. no friends and finally no dream anymore. And for Obito he was saying ancestor in a general way. Him, Itachi and Sasuke may descent from Izuna rather than Madara which could make sense Izuna, Mikoto and Sasuke being carbon copy of each others.

But thanks God, fanfics and Headcanons exist and we can still dream anything we want for our King😏

[sailorgundam308]

BG3 introspection bit

This one isn't edgy or funny. I just feel like sharing, prompted by seeing how, indeed, BG3 is one of the greatest if not THE greatest pieces of entertainment we've got in a long while. But I know for so many people it turned out to be much more than just that. That includes me. To make a long story short, I've been living a full world away from my loved ones for almost a decade, in a place that is particularly hostile towards me. I'm here out of necessity and choice, since my other option happens to be worse. It's been shockingly lonely, until I grew used to the isolation. Still, I made do. I make do. Around a few years back, and especially last year, things took a turn for the much worse. I've spiraled into a very, very dark place, which in turn isolated me even more from other people - but also from myself.

Being so far away from familiarity and the things I love worn me down, and disconnected from who I am and what I enjoy. To the point I effectively stayed in a limbo, frozen in time, empty, for the past years. It's been way more scary than when I was obviously and loudly sad or depressed, because at least then I had energy to react in some way. As an artist by profession and by passion, it was even more concerning that I could not create ANYTHING - words, images, even concepts. My mind had been simply silent, dead. I quite literally spent the last 3-4 years just existing, going to my job like a mindless clockwork because otherwise I wouldn't be able to make rent and end up getting deported. I knew I was utterly and completely lost, and had no idea what I could grab onto to pull me out. It was as if I couldn't move - I did not really wanted to, somehow.

It happens to everyone, I think, that sometimes a seemingly random thing that you engage with unexpectedly becomes a sort of lifeline. It happened to me once before, during a complicated part of my teens. And now it seemed to have happened again because I decided to play Baldur's Gate 3. I mentioned before, I am a bit older and have played BG1 and BG2, and also DnD and the like. I've always been the nerdy artsy type, and it had always fueled my imagination and gave me energy to keep creating, keep moving, searching, growing.

It was really a struck of luck that I heard the news that BG3 was a thing. I was so isolated I did not engage with any piece of media anymore - I watched no news, no movies, no series, read no books. When I think about it, it's really scary how I felt absolutely nothing, how truly empty of any will to live I was. But it's been wild for a while now. I happened to be on 'vacation' when BG3 got released, and I was sucked into it like I was desperate. And I probably was. I needed anything to take me away from where I was, who (or the lack of) I had become. The game did just that. It's not a coincidence I put 750+ hours in it. I could not stand looking at my own circumstances and somehow I managed to finally escape anywhere else. While I recognize I went to the opposite extreme of (problematic) engagement, I also saw how my mind seeemed to switch on again after a while - as if I was reminded of how it used to be.

Ideas, cohesive thoughts, images, the unavoidable urge to move, to create something - all these things that made me ME started to come back.

I remembered how much I enjoyed fantasy, fiction, having ideas, organizing, planning, making things come true - how much just marking a paper with a pencil brings me joy. How my own mind can be rich and exciting, and how I have the skills to translate those impulses into reality. And that is what made me, all my life. It's hard to explain how I feel after 4 years not creating a single thing, having no impulse or creative idea and watching life pass in a haze, now I feel like I'm finally reconecting to something precious. My doctor even pointed it out, how it seems I'm finally waking up after years, coming out of whatever dark hole I've been in.

While it's been a short while, I'm very aware this is essentially a hyperfixation, but for someone who (even though I tried) could not feel anything towards anything for so long, this seems like a blessing. And I'm doing my best to make a stair out of it - use the momentum to branch out into other things I know I need and miss, the other things that have always been part of my life that I'd let go of.

I'm probably not the only one who clicked with this game, and it somehow pulled us out of strange, scary places. Even though it's a lot of projection on our part, people in such situations need something they relate to in order to project onto, to grab to float. Not everything works, it must be something special to the person at the right time. Lucky me that Baldur's Gate 3 happened when it did, the way it did, and that I was where I was.

I'm really, truly happy I stumbled onto the news of the game, for whatever reason took action to actually buy it, open and play it. When I did, I had no idea it would be the lifeline I'd grab onto. But it's been, and it meant so much to me. That's all of my sad introspective blurb. I have no way of explaining how thankful I feel to everyone who put this game together. While it wasn't the intention of the creators, BG3 gave me the push I so desperately needed and that nothing else had managed to.

I'd still be lost in a very dark place without it.

:')

[ri-sin-shine]

Bred at First Sight: but it's chiasa to iyana

"Heya Iya~" The massive woman cooed, causing Iyana to turn around.

"Hello Chia-" She started, only to be put in pause. "...Where are your pants?"

"Whaddya mean?" She asked, clearly somewhat confused - the pup didn't even seem t obe aware of the body that was picking the small woman up and spreading her out above her massive, throbbing cock.

"W-What are you doing?" Iyana asked, rather panicked as she looked up at Chiasa. The pup, in return would look down, hair falling out of the way so they met eye to eye.

"I'm just giving a friend a warm hug~" a warm hug? a warm hug...a warm..hug...huggg... Iyana's mind seemed to relax into those shifting golden eyes, like watching a hearthfire....

If its just a warm hug, there's nothing wrong with that, right? This hug felt...different than usual though. So...fulling, so warm: from the inside out. And...pleasant? A pleasure that seeemed to be building.

PLAPPLAPPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAP-

Iyana didn't konw that it was about to get alot warmer very soon.

[multapohja966]

it seems this lily phillips thing has only been picked up by SWERFs in here and X alike, so i can't find anyone having an actual non judgemental and non-puritanial take on it. the problem is in no way the stunt itself. which it seeems NO ONE agrees on. in its motives it's the exact mirror of what annabel chong did but without the financial and other forms of exploitation she experienced. sad to see that literally nothing has changed in 30 years, since lily is hearing the exact same sexist attacks as annabel. problem with lily's stunt was the (alarmingly common with onlyfans girls) lack of information on basic aftercare or even basic sex ed. it's absurd to me how a professional and her team can not know all this. but everyone is critiquing only the act itself, overanalysing and forcing her into a victim role just because they personally are uncomfortable with her act, because they still see women who have a high bodycount as used and lost somehow. there's nothing she could do to prove she had autonomy in the situation, bcs you are all judging her, just doing it in the guise of caring for her. it angers me so fucking much. none of you care about nor respect women in any way. XX

[devouredlamb]

" is that so? " he purred, " then I look forward to what comes next, " joshua encouraged. he did like when dakota's humanity slipped a little, when he forgot himself for a second just to embrace vampirism in all its beauty. joshua spent a good majority of his existence being restrained, at least after the first initial century or so. he liked when they could be themselves, when blood lust intertwined with romantic lust and they were reckless and messy and fun. joshua kissed dakota one last time and turned, pushing open the door to a popular bar, " after you, my sweet. "

gabriel shrugged, " I'm not judging you, riley. I see the allure, " he grunted, shooting a glance at his son, who seeemed surprisingly comfortable sitting beside august as though they were old friends. matteo rarely sat beside anybody who wasn't kieran, but he noticed the subtle touch of matteo's knee to august's own. he narrowed his eyes but said nothing as he glanced up at august and nodded his head in half-hearted greeting. his attention returned to jack as she spoke, " you were dying? "

louis sighed, tipping his head back slightly and focusing ahead. he was a little bored, and he didn't like this man, this stranger, no matter who he was, offering abrupt responses to riley like he was untouchable. louis had earned the tough end of joshua and nikhar's temper on more than one occasion and yet they were gentle with this human, his importance outweighed his own, it would seem.

matteo noticed his father's glance, he noticed how he read matteo's body language and it was only then that he, himself, noticed how effortlessly he sat beside august. he wasn't tense, he wasn't turned away, in fact, now that he had noticed, he realised his body was angled ever so slightly toward the man. it was out of character to say the least, and matteo couldn't help his eyes from seeking out august's own as he attempted to adjust his position, despite having no real desire to place distance between them.

nikhar smiled, kieran seemed intelligent beyond her years, which made sense really, she was also kind hearted and that shone through. it was interesting to imagine the effect that she would have on joshua if he managed to remind her of who she once was. he closed the remainder of their distance, sitting beside her and nodding his head. " I would never imagined it, but yes, I am not without rage it seems... it's not a comfortable feeling for me, it comes from jealousy... an ugky emotion. "

dakota couldn't help the way that he leaned into joshua when their lips met . he was relieved , at least for now , from his previous tension . from the constant worrying if all of this was for nothing . if josh had turned him for nothing or to be a simple replacement . the vampire hummed in response , " could go for anything or anyone tonight . "

maybe there was partial annoyance in riley's eyes but also partial amusement . gabriel didn't remember who he really was . why they had initially been interested in him . why he was still alive when they would have ripped anyone else apart . " no shame , " riley offered tilting their head . " again , we all have a type . "

the man was fearless or at least he seemed it from jack's perspective . she was sure no one exactly talked to the shelbys like that . they were far too intimidating . " if that's how you want to put it , " jack offered although she wasn't exactly a fan of the comparison . " i don't think louis was on the brink of death , so , there's differences , obviously . "

kieran shook her head , " wasn't exactly worried about that . " maybe she should have been if these people really were predators . kieran took in a breath at the small piece of information about what happened to her father but she didn't press it . " bit of a hot head ? "

[alreadydead23]

The fact that you thought I was making a big deal out of google search had me laughing 😆

And wondering how I saw that even worst. Transparency.

I felt like there was nothing to be transparent of tbh

I think you just wanted to know so you can look out for your self and hide things better

Why do you be transparent af as well

I don’t know how I’m ever going to trust you again

Doesn’t seeem like we’re building trust

I’m not asking you anymore

I’m looking sneaking around your phone

I care. I care very much

But I also care for my peace

But at the same time I don’t care much anymore

If you wana look at other girls

Fine

Know I’m not want you want has been accepted

A person that knows what they want, won’t hurt the other person. They’ll protect them at all cost

I was protected. I was hurt

I’m still hurting and I’ll forever have this hurt in me

But I’m just focusing on making you happy.

I want you to be the happiest

And the best version of your self

I care about you

Too much

That way when I’m not here anymore, you’d know that you are in a good place

[videostak]

idk why but realized today that nothing was stopping me from wearing skinny jeans that make my butt look nice so i wore some and went to the thrift but am just tooo tireed like also it was busy cause its saturday and LOL i think i saw some1 i talked to on grindr like 2 years ago lolol like we were literally gonna meetup and fuck but he just eended up like not responding then responded after and said he was busy and was sorry but i ended up deleting grindr b4 we could make anymore plans but liiike i was also too nervous cause he had seen me walking around b4 and seeemed rly smitten w/ me and rly wanted me so the suspense got me too nervous and i deleted the app but like im p suuuure it was him cause i had asked him what kind of car he had and im that color of car and brand was in the parking lot :O tho also wasnt like a crazy random type of car so it couldve legit been any1. and since its been like two years im not eeeveen sure it was him for sure like it looked like him and he was staring at me p like intensely but was in line so like u kno was just standing in line while i was leaving. but i was like uhhhh lol ive been craving dick a lot lately so like was kinda hoping he'd approach me lol T-T

[ashes-writing-corner]

In the Heart of Winter

Chapter 5

The wait felt like neverending torture. Three days of anticipation, fear, and anxiety felt like three centuries. Time itself seeemed to slow, almost as though it pitied Siobhan. Or perhaps it wanted to make the wait feel as long as possible. Every passing hour, the princess seemed to uncover a new curse for it.

Plaso was in full excitement mode, as the citizens were anticipating the arrival of the two Seiya heirs and the departure of the two younger Lorcains. Word had spread about Frost taking over Zaigary, and Iorera with it, like wildfire. Some were fearful, a lot were angry, refusing to to acknowledge a dragon as the future king. The calls to arms within the last three days alone had been loud and numerous. Neassa of course tried her best to calm the citizens, sending word that, as problematic as it was, the dragon's blood was approved. There was nothing that could be done, at least not for the time being.

Akio and Rika arrived on the morning of that third day, close to around dawn. The Lorcains were already awake and ready for their arrival, quarters and other living arrangements settled for them. Neassa stood in front of her children to greet them as the House Seiya carriages rolled in. Daimon had come with them, partly to make sure they made it, and partly to confirm with Neassa the plan they made. Siobhan couldn't bring herself to look at the spring lord, but felt his ever piercing eye on her.

"Plaso welcomes you, King Daimon of the royal house Seiya, and of course Prince Akio and Princess Rika" Neassa welcomed them with formality.

The trio of spring royals bowed, and Neassa did in kind. Upon standing, the lord of spring came over to shake her hand. He leaned over to whisper something in the queen's ear, something Siobhan couldn't quite pick up. Neassa nodded and moved to address Akio and Rika once again.

"Quarters have been set aside for the both of you. We're more than excited for you to join our family" the veiled queen told them.

"And we're honored to be received by you and your family, your grace" Akio replied in a pleasant, formal tone.

They all bowed and the siblings went inside with their betrothals as well as the few servants that came with them. It was so that they still had some parts of their home kingdom with them as they adjusted to their new home. Siobhan and Seoras were left with the lord of spring and their mother. Neassa smiled pleasantly as she looked at her youngest.

"Wait inside in the great hall my dear. Soon it will be time for you to begin your own journey".

"Yeah, but when's king dragon breath gonna show up?! Don't wanna miss Siobhan leaving" Ronan replied.

"I believe he'll be coming last" Neassa shook her head, "Please go inside, as your sister, king Daimon, and I have something important to discuss".

"Whatever his lordship has to say, he can say in front of my brother" Siobhan objected.

"He's engaged to the younger Nevrakis girl. This has nothing to do with him" Daimon looked at her.

"I'd rather have a witness for this discussion, if it's about what I think it is. I'll let Siomon in on the details later".

"He'll throw our entire plans off-"

"My brother is half mute" Siobhan fought back, "And loyal to his family. Anything you, my lord, have to say can be said in front of him".

Daimon flicked his gaze to Neassa. "Have you never taught your daughter to hold her tongue?"

Neassa raised a brow. "Many a time, your grace. Seoras, by order of the queen, please go inside".

"Ah pullin' rank huh...that's low" Ronan said but Seoras turned to go inside.

When he was gone, Siobhan turned to Daimon. "Hold my tongue? This is not your kingdom, sir, where women are mostly seen and not heard. I am to be your queen!"

"And you are to be my daughter by law with my son as your king. If you were my daughter by blood, your head would be banged against one of those trees until it was soft like one of your precious boiled apples-"

"Threaten my daughter again and the plot is off sir" Neassa glared, "You will show proper respect for the future queen".

"Respect is given, your majesty, once it's earned. Not simply by title".

"The same could be said for you, sir" Siobhan replied before her mother could object.

"Enough!" Neassa looked at her sharply, "Now you wanted to discuss something involving the plot".

Daimon sighed. "These are...unprecedented times, my queen. Due to this whole dragon situation, I believe changes are in order".

Neassa looked at the spring lord with concern. "Changes, my lord?"

Daimon nodded. "Yes major changes. I believe the House Accords should be changed to better suit these times".

"Changes to the House Accords must be discussed among the four heads of the houses. Whatever you propose I can't approve of alone".

"I understand, but I would appreciate it if you were simply to hear me".

Siobhan stayed quiet. She had a feeling she knew where this discussion was going. Neassa did too, but needed confirmation.

"Go on" the queen said.

"I wish for my son to be on equal footing with your daughter when they wed. Although he would be her grace's second husband, from what I understand, her marriage to the dragon will not be validated without consummation-"

"Who says that won't happen?" Siobhan spoke out, "What better time to slay him than when the deed is done?".

Daimon went almost slack jawed. "You're not serious. You'd give your maidenhead to a monster before my son?!"

Siobhan shrugged a shoulder. "If it means to keep your son in his rightful place AND uphold the House Accords, I'd call that a victory rather than a total loss. Especially given the rumors of your son's...outside activities".

"Only hideous rumors and slander, your grace. My son is a good man and would be a good king to stand at your side" Daimon argued.

Siobhan looked doubtful. "We'll see about that I suppose".

Daimon glared. "I can assure you, he'll be an ideal husband, better suited for you then some wretched beast".

"As I said my lord, we shall see...".

"I will discuss it with King Demetrius. I'm quite cetain he'll see your logic behind this" Neassa stepped in to take the conversation back, "I'm sure were he in either of our positions he'd want the same".

"He doesn't tend to think with his mind. His wife seems to do all the thinking for him, that damn fool" Daimon nearly spat.

"At least he loves his wife" Siobhan said before she could fully think it through.

Daimon glared at her and the Autumn Princess raised a brow as she looked back at him. Neassa felt as though she was caught between two warring factions.

Daimon huffed after a moment. "May the ancestors make me forget you made such a comment, princess. You already know what your fate would be were you my daughter".

"Then I will thank whatever higher powers there are that I am not...and maybe send prayrers of protection for the ones you do have".

**********

"You're not married to a dragon and you're already roasting folks. I'm so proud" Ronan comented when Siobhan told him and Seoras.

Siobhan gave a little shrug. "He deserved it. I don't take disrespect".

"He wants you...to marry Motoaki?" Seoras cocked his head.

His sister nodded. "Unfortunately".

"Are you going to?"

Siobhan sighed. "I don't know. I don't want to, but my only other option is to stay married to Frost".

"What about Siomon?"

Siobhan went a bit quiet. "Maybe in a better world...".

"And what's wrong with our world?" Ronan asked.

"Lots of things" Siobhan answered pointedly.

Siomon stepped into the hall with a packed bag. Siobhan hoped that he hadn't heard anything. He had a look of concern with a hint of sadness. Siobhan sighed lightly.

"Are you ready?" she asked him.

Siomon nodded. "I don't need a lot so I'm ready as soon as he comes".

"What if Frost tells you no to coming with?" Ronan asked.

"I'll find a way up there" Siomon asked, "Somehow or other".

"What about the Reapers?" Seoras looked at him.

Siomon looked uncertain. "I'll find a way. I'm not about to let her grace go alone".

Seoras smiled a little and shook his head. The man was hopeless. The prince was young but he was by no means stupid or entirely oblivious. Nobody survived the Reapers when they attacked. Still he found Siomon's dedication admirable.

A servant came in and looked at the young prince. "Your grace, the king and queen of Thilux are here with Princess Reah".

They all looked at each other before Seoras stood. Siobhan struggled to fight back tears as she and Siomon followed him out to the courtyard. Outside were the rest of the Lorcain family as well as one of the luxurious carriages of House Nevrakis. Neassa held an envelope in her hands. The queen turned to her son, tears in her eyes.

"Your time has come, my sweet boy" She put her hands on his shoulders, "Just know that no matter what happens, you will have a very proud mother".

Seoras bowed his head. "Thank you, mother".

"Your father wrote this before he passed" Neassa handed him an envelope "He wrote letters for each of his children to read on the night of their wedding. He didn't know if you'd be a boy or a girl, so I imagine that there may be a lot of speculation in it, but I know that papa is very proud of you. You and Reah will be very happy and strong together".

The prince took it with a soft, grateful smile. "Thank you. I...I'll read it. The night of...I promise".

Maia and Demetrius had stepped out to help bring his stuff to the carriage. The summer royals didn't want to interrupt the moment. Maia held a sweet smile, adoring the prince's interactions with his family.

Aislinn came over and hugged her brother. "You'll love Thilux, I know it. As sure as I know I love you, little brother. Even if I find your little be-Construct" Aislinn caught herself, "annoying, I'll miss hearing or seeing you both".

"Hey! Not a beast! But...I guess we'll miss you too" Ronan said, his tiny shoulders slumping a bit.

"We will...I love you, Aislinn" Seoras let her go before Seoc came over.

His older brother took his arm and the pair knocked shoulders. "You're gonna thrive. Reah's a sweet girl from what I can tell".

"You think so?"

"I know so. Good luck out there little brother. Ronan, keep an eye out for him".

"Well I don't exactly have eyes, but I'll keep one lit for him" Ronan grinned.

Seoras smiled. "Thank you".

The two let go and Siobhan couldn't hold back tears as she and her brother hugged. Seoras patted her back.

"You're going to be an amazing queen. I promise you".

"I hope so...I'm just glad that...that you'll be okay".

"You will be too".

"How do you know?" Siobhan asked.

"Brotherly instinct" Seoras answered and released her.

"Hey...you stay outta trouble missy" Ronan told her.

Siobhan chuckled a little and sniffed. "Or...I could get into enough trouble for all of us?"

The jack-o-lantern construct looked thoughtful. "Hm...Okay I think I can agree to that. For once, I won't be the one causing problems".

Seoras shook his head and turned to Maia and Demetrius. "I'm ready".

Neassa struggled not to sob as her youngest went into the carriage. Maia approached the queen and offered a hug, which was gratefully accepted. Neassa took a shaking breath and handed the summer queen another envelope.

"Please make sure he's okay. In this...I have a message for yours and your husband's eyes only. Read it well, once you've returned to Bellesea Palace".

Maia carefully took it. "I swear on both accounts it will be done. Thilux will be good to him" Maia nodded, "Stay strong, your grace".

The two queens released one another as she looked at Demetrius. Neassa bowed her head to the summer king, who did the same for her in kind. The royals soon re-entered their carriage and began to roll away as Neassa couldn't hold herself together anymore. She nearly collapsed before Seoc caught her and hugged her close. Seeing their mother so torn apart, the girls also hugged the queen. They didn't always agree, but they all loved Seoras.

Siomon felt like the odd one out, but he wasn't a part of the royal family. He could only imagine how hard it was for the queen to let her youngest go. The only time he had seen something close to it was when he watched his father go to war alongside the king.

**********

Frost would be coming soon, coming after everyone else had come and gone. Siobhan was a nervous wreck, pacing the great hall. Siomon stayed close by to support the pricness, trying to ease her anxiety. Siobhan coudn't be calmed as she felt it was difficult to even breathe. Neassa stood from her chair and took her hand.

"Siobhan...I promise you, it'll be just fine-".

"Mother, stop. If anyone would've just listened to me, none of this would be happening" Siobhan fought back, her tone sharp.

"We talked about this. Our freedom isn't free, my dear. It never has been".

"A price that, may I say again, you are not paying!"

"Not paying?! I lost my husband. I've now lost my son, and now I'm losing you! Don't tell me I'm not paying for it. Me and all the leaders that send their children away are paying. It is a price that one day your own grandchildren may have to pay".

"Not unless it changes..." Siobhan sighed.

The queen opened her mouth to speak but the argument was cut short as Frost flew down to the Sella Keep courtyard with his wyverns. The trio landed and Frost shifted to his human like form as Neassa, Siobhan, and Siomon made their way out. Aislinn and Seoc followed behind them. Siobhan felt her legs almost give out from her nervousness radiating off of her.

Frost seemed to pick up on it as he looked down at her. "Are you alright?"

The princess nodded. "As well as I can be in all of this".

Neassa approached the winter king. "My daughter won't be coming to you alone".

Frost raised a brow. "Excuse you?"

Siomon stepped forward. "I'm coming with her grace".

The dragon growled low in his throat. "And who are you?"

"Siomon Robason, your majesty. I'm a friend of the future queen".

"You're not a part of this. You're to stay by order of the future king".

Neassa raised a brow. So he was pulling rank now? Well then...

"By order of the queen, Siomon Robason is permitted to accompany Princess Siobhan and serve as her advisor and companion".

Frost snarled. "You can't be serious...".

"Completely" Neassa smirked a little.

Siobhan stifled the urge to laugh. At least her mother had her back somewhat. Presently, Frost calmed himself.

"Very well. I will not debate this for now. The hour is getting late and we need to get going. Catalina, Cosmina...decide between you which of you shall take Lord Robason to Zaigary. I'll take princess Siobhan myself" Frost shifted to his dragon form, offering a large claw.

Siobhan turned to her mother, her stomach sinking. Neassa hugged her daughter tightly, even though Siobhan didn't return it.

"You can do this. I know it".

Siobhan nodded. "I'll try".

Aislinn hugged her too. "I meant it, you're going to be amazing as queen".

Siobhan found herself hugging her sister back. "So will you. Elisal couldn't ask for better".

The sisters released each other and Seoc cam over and hugged her too. "I believe inyou. Don't be afraid".

"I'm not afraid" She told him, but it wasn't entirely truthful.

Seoc gave a half hearted smile. "I love you, Siobhan".

"I love you too Seoc. Watch your back".

"Same with you".

One of the ice wyverns, Cosmina, held Siomon in one of her claws while her twin, Catalina, held their stuff. Siobhan was appalled.

"He should be on her back!" Siobhan looked at Frost.

"My wyverns aren't your mounts. Come, we need to leave. On my claw...now".

"I'm not to go on your back?"

He snarled. "I'm not your mount either".

The princess sighed. "Well aren't you sweet...". She climbed on to his claw and he closed her in.

"Keep talking and I may leave your friend to the reapers".

Frost spread his wings and took off. Chilled from the dragon's claws and the cold air, Siobhan trembled. She hadn't expected everything to be so cold, but it made sense. It got harder to breathe as Frost and the wyverns went higher. The air was rather thin and Siobhan felt a distinct pain in her ears.

The princess closed her eyes and calmed her racing heart. Siobhan took a deep breath, slowing her breathing. She could handle this, she was aerokinetic.

Autumn elves weren't exactly suited to fly, but with their control over wind and air, they could handle it to an extent. Of course, she could control and glide under certain air pressures, but that had to be done at her own pace. Frost had ascended far too quickly for her to keep up and thus the air had thinned too far out. Her powers were of some help but hardly any. The dragon took notice and flew a little lower so the elf princess could breathe. Frost peered down at her.

"I forgot that your people aren't entirely suitable for flight. My apologies".

Well, at least he was sorry, even if Siobhan didn't entirely believe it. She made herself as comfortable as she could in Frost's claws and closed her eyes, hoping this was all nothing more than a terrible dream

**********

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[005mins]

/  I think that it’s very s.exy of d.aybit to be able to see things from a cosmic perspective and outside the universe as well as be able to see in detail its content

[foreigndivinities]

besides the brilliance of the portrayal of logan's death as inevitable yet shocking in its suddenness and the way the camera solely follows the siblings' perspective miles away from the plane, only showing the audience the body over half an hour into the episode so we're kept in the dark just as they were, what hit so hard in this episode is how real the depiction of sudden loss of a loved one was. the shock and panic at realizing that this is happening, that something devastatingly lifechanging is occurring on what previously seeemed like an ordinary, insignificant day with no pause button or alternative outcomes available. / the only words and sentiments coming to mind being about the love - "i love you; nothing else matters at this moment." the pain and the heartbreak you have caused me has been left at the door for the timebeing because i love you. / the realization that you're not ready — how could you have prepared for this? you need more time — but there is no time, it's up. you have spent all the time you would have ever spent with them now — every minute would have totaled up to a definite sum by this moment, no longer an increasing tally — but you should have had more time, yet there's nothing you can do to change that fact. / the constant reevaluation of "is this real? is this actually happening?" / the temporary acceptance. / the waiting and the walking around wherever it is you are: a boat, a hospital, your house. / the attempts to gather your thoughts with your family, piece together the events. / the phone calls and documents and legal business to manage. order that demands to be made amidst all this chaos. / the emptiness that's slowly carved a home into your chest, your guts, and the weight of your grief pressing down on you, staying with you even after the tears have dried and the lump in your throat has dissipated. / the body being wheeled out, you and your family's eyes in dilemma between fixating on or averting from it. / the overwhelming sense of your entire life having been permanently redefined, now split into before and after, with them and without. / but also the normalcy. the way strangers float around ordinarily, the world carrying on as it always would despite the irreversible change you've just suffered, the flipping of the axis on which your life turned. because for everyone else, an insignificant day has continued to be an insignificant day. but for you, it's a matter of relearning how to live. how to carry this unshoulderable boulder of grief with you time after time until you can once again experience a truly ordinary day unsaturated by any loss or grief

[arc-misadventures]

Plights of a Sucubus

Cinder Fall, a sucubus with nearly two centuries under her demonic wings sat at the lunch table after the ending of the Sucubus’s Monthly meeting. A meeting where the Sucubus reported on their activities, and how well they were gathering, ‘Pleasure’ from the prey.

Cinder was an expert in the, Art of Pleasure, her vast skills, and experiences, gave her a wealth of knowledge to draw upon. She knew how to snatch her prey with the easiest of body movements, the softs of words, and the mastery of bodily pleasure. However, as of late, things were not going how she planned it, and as she idly picked at the meal before her, she struggled to find out, why. She mused upon her thoughts until they were interrupted by the return of a dear friend of hers.

Emerald: Hey, Cinder~!

Cinder: Oh, hello Emerald; How are you?

Emerald: Not as well as you seeem to be doing, Pretty Lady~!

Cinder: Beg pardon?

Emerald: You won, Seductress of the Month! Good going girl!

Cinder: Oh, that was nothing…

: Nothing?! That was nothing?!

Cinder’s gaze turn to her left to see her friend, Coco set next to her, bumping her shoulder with hers as she sat next to her. A vicious, and lustful smile across her face.

Coco: I just barely won second place over, Neo, but you had double what both of us had combined! Who, and what did you bang to get a score like that!

Cinder: N-No one… I haven’t done anything like that…

CE: …?

Emerald: What?!

Coco: Bullshit! There’s no way you’ve earned a score like that without banging someone!

Emerald: Even if you wrote erotic stories like Blake does, you wouldn’t earn those kind of points! The hell do you mean you haven’t done it?!

Coco: Spill the dish girl, or else!

Cinder: Or, else what…?

Coco: Or, else one of us will take them from you!

Emerald: Ohh~! No doesn’t that sound like fun~!

Cinder: You know it’s against the rules to steal another’s prey… You sure you want to suffer the consequences of those actions…?

Emerald: You said you have slept with them, that means they’re free game~!

Cinder: Actually, that means he isn’t, ‘free game.’

Coco: He?

Emerald: And, who says he isn’t?

: The rules for one.

Emerald: Grk?!

Coco: Oh shit…

An older, more mature, and vastly more experience in the art of seduction Sucubus stood behind the trio, Her emerald eyes staring them down, challenging them to dare speak up, and learn why she, Glynda Goodwitch was called, ‘The Disciplinarian.’

Glynda: Although nothing sexual has happened between a Sucubus, and her query. It is still forbidden to steal them away. Considering a game of cat, and mouse, the constant teasing, the indirect flirting can be quite, fulfilling unto itself. Is that perhaps what you are doing, Ms. Fall?

Coco: Are you interested in her prey too, Glyn?

Glynda: Who isn’t? With a score that great, with just one man, what could you two have possibly be doing? And, who for that matter~?

Cinder: I… I found a pure soul…

Emerald: WHAT?!

Coco: No way?!

Glynda: Really? You found a pure soul, how?!

Cinder: I just stumbled upon him… I was just looking around, trying to find my next mark, and I… Just found him…

: You just found a pure soul? Damn, aren’t you a lucky lady~!

Hair as black as coal, with wings of a raven, eyes as red as blood, and a body as luscious, and as succulent as a cool glass of water in a scorching dessert. With a full, and well endowed body to match it, such was the body of, Raven Branwen, The Bandit.

Raven: So, how was he, no doubt some stuttering blushing virgin!

Cinder: We… We haven’t done anything…

Raven: Nothing? You’re kidding right?

Cinder: We haven’t even kissed…

Raven: The fuck are you doing then?!

Cinder: Well… I found him, and I realized it was a pure soul I naturally freaked out. I mean its a pure soul, how else am I supposed to react? So, I enter his apartment through the open window, I sneak up behind him, and give him the whole works! I’m radiating my full Sucubus radiance! The wings the floating hair, the luscious lips, the thic thighs, swaying, and bouncing breasts! Everything! If I’m going to get this guy, I have to give it my all.

Glynda: As should be done.

Raven: You find a pure soul, you pull all the stops to claim it!

Cinder: And, I was more then willing to do so~! He turned to face me, he screamed a little as he backed into the wall, but I had him just where I wanted him~! His voice is a stuttering mess as he asks who am I, and I respond, “Ny name is, Cinder Fall, I am a Sucubus, and for tonight, I am yours’s to do what ever, and however you please~!”

Emerald: Rather forward don’t you think?

Coco: No, you marked him as a shy virgin didn’t you?

Cinder: Yes I did. Which he still is…

Coco: Ahh yes… You see Emerald, with virgins its better to use a more straight forward approach: The imbeciles start thinking for with their bits, then their brains, so its easier to seduce them.

Cinder: To which he didn’t think with those…

Raven: But, your score?

Cinder: Haa… It took him about five minutes to stop freaking out. Which was understandable, after all I did sneak up on him. To calm his nerves, a bit… I moved closer to him, and cusped his cheek in my hand, and huskily whispered him not to worry, everything is fine because mommy was here~! He finally calmed down, and then proceeded to have a small panic attack since I was a succubus after all.

Raven: Makes sense, I’ve had dozens of marks faint because I just showed up… I’ve also had marks who have fainted during the ‘fun part…’

Coco: Buzz kills that lot is… What happened next, Cindy?

Cinder: Well, I then explained who, and what I was, and told him I could be anything I wanted me to be, and that we could do anything he wanted to do. He then quietly whispered: “Anything?” In a shy whisper, I smiled luscious as I simply replied, “Anything~!” And then…

Emerald: Then…?

Coco: Then what happen…?

Cinder: Thenweplayedvideogames…

Emerald: What was that?

Coco: You did what?

Glynda: Would you please speak up, Cinder?

Cinder: Haaa…

Raven: Speak up girl!

Cinder: WE PLAYED A VIDEOGAME!!!

Emerald: Eh?

Coco: You did what?

Glynda: A videogame?

: What kind of game?

Raven: What does that have to do with anything?

: It has to do with everything my dear~!

Cinder looked up to see a pair of familiar cat ears with golden studs pierced into them. Amber eyes, stared her down as a large juicy rump wiggled from side to side as she pressed her heavy bosom onto the table. All the while the cat smiled her monicker smile of a seductress often referred to the, ‘Milf Next Door.’ Kali Belladonna.

Kali: You two could have been playing one of those naughty video games from, Mistral. Was it that dear, I know my dear, Blakey loves those games, but did you?

Cinder: We didn’t play that… We play a game called, Grimm Party 12…

Coco: Wait, that silly kids party game?! You played that?!

Cinder: Ya… You see, Jaune… T-That’s his name, doesn’t have any friends to play it with so he’s been playing against the bots, and hasn’t found that to be that much fun to play against. So he wanted to play against a real person instead.

Emerald: So you played against him?

Cinder: Yes! But, there was a catch to it all; If I win, we would do anything I wanted to do. To which he agreed to. So then we started to play, and I lost?!

Kali: You lost?

Cinder: Horribly!!! I got last place to the bots that were set on easy mode?! I then challenged him to another game, and I lost that one too?!

Raven: How many times did you lose to him?

Cinder: Six times?! But, I was close, so close on that last one… GrrrRRRR!

Raven: You played against him six times?

Cinder: I refused to accept defeat! But, after the sixth game he had enough for the day, and called it quits. Cheeky bugger…

Emerald: What happened next, did you seduce him then?

Cinder: No, I was so furious from losing so much even I couldn’t get into the mood?!

Glynda: Hasn’t that happened to you before, Raven?

Raven: We don’t talk about that…

Kali: Fuu-fuu-fuu~! Spoil sport~!

Cinder: He then said because he won so much that he get to decided what we should do. And, I was about to celebrate, I was finally going to score with this blond boy at long last! And…?!

Glynda: And?

Cinder: Haa… He invited me to come again tomorrow to play again…

Raven: Oh, that the look of a blued ball Sucubus…

Emerald: That can happen to use?!

Cinder: So I came back the next day, and I lost again! So he invited me to come again tomorrow, and I lost again?! Then he invited me to come by later the next day, because he had work first thing in the morning! And, then… Then the worst thing of all happened…

Coco: You found out he was gay…?

Emerald: You weren’t his type?

Kali: That he preferred Milfs~?

Cinder: No… He got tired of playing, Grimm Party 12… So we played Grimm Cart 12 instead…

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To be Continued