#Put It In Reverse For Thirst

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Fic-ception continues: The Katsuki Nikiforovs review the comments on their self-insert/role-reversal fanfic

The attached summary screenshot as well as fake comment/reply screenshot are from the continuation of my series, Fic-ception: The Katsuki-Nikiforovs' First Fanfiction Foray, which details Yuuri and Viktor’s journey in writing/role-playing and now, posting, their first jointly-written, self-insert fanfic to Archive Of Our Own.

Their story -- titled Put It In Reverse For Thirst, which you can read in Part 1 -- is a sappy/smutty friends-to-lovers, role reversal fic that features Yuuri as the older coach and "Living Legend" of figure skating.

Part 2 of the (super meta) series is now up on ao3, and in addition to my having WAY too much fun learning how to mimic the look of the real Archive Of Our Own interface within the body of the story, I had a great time portraying Yuuri and Viktor's coming to terms with a hard realization that we are probably all familiar with: there will always be someone on the internet who can't discern when it's best to just keep their comments to themselves, LOL

Luckily, our favorite ice husbands know how to support one another when it comes to what's really important in this burgeoning hobby of theirs: crafting the perfectly snarky comeback to brazen readers ����😇🤐

I hope this overview piques your interest in this series, or my other Yuri!!! on Ice work. This will also probably not be the last you'll see of my meta fanfic explorations...now that I understand the formatting, I have so many ideas around ways to expand on it!

[kingkatsuki]

This is also so fucking hyper specific but can we talk more about when men fuck you from behind and they put their thumb on your asshole because that is enough to send me to an early grave.

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Studio execs love plausible sentence generators because they have a workflow that looks exactly like a writer-exec dynamic, only without any eye-rolling at the stupid “notes” the exec gives the writer.

All an exec wants is to bark out “Hey, nerd, make me another E.T., except make the hero a dog, and set it on Mars.” After the writer faithfully produces this script, the exec can say, “OK, put put a love interest in the second act, and give me a big gunfight at the climax,” and the writer dutifully makes the changes.

This is exactly how prompting an LLM works.

A writer and a studio exec are lost in the desert, dying of thirst.

Just as they are about to perish, they come upon an oasis, with a cool sparkling pool of water.

The writer drops to their knees and thanks the fates for saving their lives.

But then, the studio exec unzips his pants, pulls out his cock and starts pissing in the water.

“What the fuck are you doing?” the writer demands.

“Don’t worry,” the exec says, “I’m making it better.”

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Bloodthirst ⭑˚💋⭑ 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑒

bnha x vampire!reader

reverse harem, my hero academia x fem!reader, my vampire!reader, slowburn

As punishment for your sins, you, a young vampire, are banished — not just from your home, but to a different world entirely. Now, you find yourself in a foreign place where Quirks and heroes are the norm. In addition to coming to terms with your new life, you must also face your greatest challenge: controlling your massive thirst for blood.

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Izuku’s big green eyes were wide and trembling. He looked appalled, and somewhat horrified as well, although you supposed that was only natural, considering what you’d just asked him. In a human-dominated world such as this one, someone like you was an obvious anomaly.  

Still, you weren’t feeling well right now. Far from it, as a matter of fact. The suddenness of your being brought into this different realm was clearly having an adverse effect on your body. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt such a dizzying wave of hunger before.  

If you didn’t consume some blood, and soon, things were going to get ugly.  

You swallowed hard, trying not to scare him too much. “I can understand... why you’d be shocked. I’ve been catching you off guard with so many different things. But, um, you see... I’m actually a vampire. I need to drink blood in order to survive. And I'm feeling super weak all of a sudden...”  

Cue the silence. He wasn’t speaking at all. Actually, it was more accurate to say that he couldn’t speak, what with the way his mouth had frozen from shock. His reaction was enough to tell you that vampires definitely weren’t commonplace in this world, unlike what you’d been hoping for.  

“V-Vampire,” Izuku blinked, still trying to wrap his head around your words. “This is all just... I’m sorry, but I don’t know what to think. By vampire, you mean those supernatural beings that drink blood from humans?”  

“Ah. So, you have heard of us.”  

“Only in books and movies! Not in real life!”  

“Well, it looks as though what may be fiction in one world is actually reality in another. When you think about it, having multiple worlds in the first place is already crazy enough. Before I was cast away, I hadn’t even considered the possibility.”  

As much as you would have loved to sit down and have a proper conversation explaining the details of your situation, you could feel yourself growing weaker by the second. At first, it was just that your body felt hot and you were rather dizzy, but your stomach was starting to have painful pangs, and the cut on your shoulder was throbbing uncontrollably. You hadn’t realized just how much strain this change would place on your body. Fuck... 

You felt like you might go insane.  

“I-I’m sorry for frightening you,” you managed weakly. This was bad. This was really, really bad. If Izuku didn’t agree to give you some of his blood, you were afraid that in your desperation, you might just lunge straight at him. The whole purpose of you being here was so that you could learn to control yourself, but how could you do that under these circumstances? Your body felt like it was being ripped apart from the inside. Even your brain was starting to turn to mush.  

Izuku now looked visibly concerned, although it could have been that your vision was also starting to fail you. Either way, it seemed like he was beginning to take your words much more seriously. The way you kept on gasping for breath and clutching at your injured shoulder probably had something to do with it.  

“Are you... telling the truth?” he asked quietly. “If you’re really telling the truth, and you need to do this otherwise you won’t survive... then I don’t mind giving you my blood.”  

You gave him a look of disbelief. He... actually believed you? If vampires truly didn’t exist in this world, then he really had no reason to. You imagined that most people would have probably shrugged you off, assuming that you were putting on some overdramatic performance for whatever reason. Maybe they would have even thought you were insane.  

But not Izuku. You could tell by the way he was looking at you. Whether or not he was truly convinced by your words, it seemed like in this moment, the only thing he was interested in was helping to ease your pain.  

He wanted to save you. That was what his eyes seemed to convey.  

“If you really don’t mind... then, please,” you nodded. Beads of cold sweat had begun to form across your forehead. You were on the verge of passing out if you didn’t drink any blood soon, and now that you were in a foreign land, you feared to discover just how dire the consequences would be.  

Izuku glanced around, then gestured for you to follow him. “L-Let’s maybe go somewhere a bit more private,” he offered. “If you think you’re able to make it a bit further...?”  

That was probably for the best. Drawing needless attention to yourself wouldn’t do you any favors, and you were fairly certain that most people would be flabbergasted—and probably horrified—if they saw what you were about to do.  

Steeling yourself against the pain, you followed Izuku and headed for a more secluded area. He kept on glancing over at you nervously the whole time, checking in to make sure you were still okay. Well, you weren’t really okay, but relief was only a short while away, so you told yourself to hold on just a bit longer. 

Finally, you seemed to have reached a good spot. A small alleyway behind a rather shoddy-looking building. You hoped its poor condition meant that most people wouldn’t come this way. 

Izuku looked nervous, and you couldn’t really blame him. “Um, so...” he said, twiddling his thumbs. “H-How exactly do we do this...?”  

“The neck,” you said, swallowing impatiently. “It’s the easiest spot for me to bite into. But if you’re too scared, I could use your arm instead. Actually, maybe it’s better that way. It’ll be easier for you to push me back if you need to.”  

“Why would I need to push you back?”  

“Because...”  

Because I might not be able to stop myself.  

You didn’t voice that last part out loud, as guilty as you felt about it. There was no point in scaring Izuku off, especially since it wouldn’t change your predicament in the slightest. If he got too frightened and ran off, you would just have to find some other poor person to feed off. And unlike with Izuku, you doubted they would go along so willingly.  

You also didn’t exactly have the luxury of time on your side. The longer you waited, the weaker you became and the more ravenous you felt. The worst-case scenario would be if you lost control of yourself and started attacking people indiscriminately. After all, your family wouldn’t be here to stop you this time.  

“Never mind,” you said with a shake of your head. “But... if you’re sure you want to do this, then please roll up your sleeve and stick your arm out.”  

Izuku nodded hastily and did just that. He exposed his forearm, which was practically blemish-free, a small dusting of freckles strewn across certain areas. Even though hardly anything had changed, you could feel your heart beating a bit faster. He smelled way too good. If this was how good he smelled, you could only imagine how much better he would taste.  

It was a challenge, but you forced yourself to get a grip. You never wanted a repeat of what had happened with your friend. You never wanted to hurt someone like that ever again.

Fingers shaking a bit, you carefully grabbed Izuku’s arm and lifted it towards your mouth. You were both quite nervous, it looked like, but each for the opposite reason. Izuku’s was for fear of getting hurt, and yours was for fear of hurting him.  

But there was no way around it. You weren’t about to roll over and die after being in this new world for less than a day.  

You parted your lips and unhinged your jaw. Izuku let out a little gasp when he saw the way your teeth sharpened; your canines turning into pointed fangs. If he didn’t believe you to begin with, it looked like he was definitely starting to now.  

“This is going to hurt quite a bit,” you warned him. You felt it was only fair for him to prepare himself in advance. Izuku, however, didn’t seem deterred.  

“It’s okay,” he nodded. “You need help. I’m going to help you.”  

Without giving him another chance to second-guess his decision, you sank your fangs into the skin near his wrist. As expected, he let out a hiss and sucked in a breath of air to keep from screaming. All things considered, he was taking it surprisingly well. Most people who weren’t used to having their blood sucked tended to panic quite a bit the first time.  

But honestly, you were too distracted to marvel in his bravery right now. Just as you’d surmised, his blood really was beyond your expectations. Different humans tended to have different tastes; like with everything else in life, there was a certain amount of variety you could expect. That being said, you’d tasted plenty of delicious blood before.  

Even so, Izuku’s was easily the best.

You slurped from his skin greedily, relieved to feel your strength coming back to you almost at once. Every so often, Izuku would scrunch up his nose and shudder. His eyes were squeezed shut, probably because he was too scared to actually watch what was happening. That was fine, though. He was already being more than generous towards you, and for a human who’d only just found out vampires actually existed, his courage was truly admirable.  

It was like you’d died and gone to heaven, if there really was such a place. Assuming vampires were allowed in heaven, anyways. The point was that you’d never tasted anything so delicious before in your entire life, and you wanted to keep gorging yourself on his blood—for the rest of eternity, if you could.  

Alas, you couldn’t. It was hard, really hard, but you forced yourself to pull away. Izuku’s blood was intoxicating, but you needed to learn from your mistakes. You couldn’t harm the person who’d risked his own wellbeing just to try and help you.  

Gaze lidded, you wiped the back of your hand across your mouth, cleaning away any blood that still lingered on your lips. “All done,” you said.  

Izuku finally worked up the nerve to open his eyes again and get a proper look at you. He paused for a moment, looking a bit uncertain, before finally glancing down near his wrist, where he noticed the two puncture marks your fangs had left behind.  

“Y-You really drank my blood,” he marveled, lightly pressing near the wounds. They were definitely tender, so he winced a bit when he applied a touch too much force.  

“Thank you so much,” you sighed heavily. “I’m feeling a lot better now. I made sure not to take too much blood from you, but how is it? Are you feeling lightheaded or anything like that? Does it still hurt a lot even though I’ve stopped?”  

Izuku shook his head. “No... I’m okay. I’m not really sure how to describe it, but I could definitely feel that you were sucking my blood out. I-It's not a sensation I ever thought I would experience, that much is for sure.”  

“You’re amazing, Izuku. You let me suck your blood even though you must have been so scared.”  

“I’m nothing special!” he blurted. His face had turned red again. You figured it had less to do with you sucking his blood and more so the fact that you’d complimented him. “You weren’t looking so good earlier, but it seems like that’s changed for the better now. I’m so relieved,” he smiled. “That means I was able to make a difference, right?”  

Although you’d only just met, it was already abundantly clear that he was a good guy.  

You grinned back at him. “Back in my world, even the humans that are used to having their blood sucked still get a bit scared from time to time. But you took it like a champ, even though you didn’t know what to expect. You really are incredible. There’s no need to be embarrassed. Being brave is something to take pride in.”  

“I-I-If you say so!” Izuku spluttered nervously. He didn’t seem to handle praise well. Perhaps he wasn’t used to hearing it?  

If that was the case, then you’d have to do your best to change fix that.  

But seriously... what a relief. I felt like I was going to die if I didn’t drink any blood right away.  

The reality was that you very well could have died. There was no one here to look after you. Even though this punishment seemed quite cruel, you knew that you’d only ended up in this position thanks to your negligence. A life was a life. Like your parents had said, you needed to never take it for granted ever again.  

Although the momentary silence wasn’t unsettling, Izuku still felt the need to chime in. “Um, so... are you okay now, [Name]?”  

“Yes! I’m as good as new,” you beamed, twirling in place for emphasis.  

“I’m glad to hear that. But... what are you going to do next? You said you don’t have a place to live, right? Because your family sent you here?”  

Ah. Right. Even though the emergency had been dealt with, you were still pretty royally screwed.  

You nodded somberly. “Yeah. I did something to really upset them, so they told me I’m not allowed to come home until I’ve taken the time to reflect on my mistakes and mature a bit.”  

“Still... a whole different world?” Izuku gaped. “That’s way too severe of a punishment, no matter what! How could your parents do that to you? What exactly did you do that made them so angry?”

You swallowed. Honestly, you were hesitant to reveal the exact reason behind your banishment. Izuku had been nothing but kind to you, but if he found out what you’d done, he might leave you behind and never look back.  

“I don’t want to say,” you admitted, casting your head to the ground. “I’m sorry. Just... not right away. Maybe once you get to know me a bit better.”  

Izuku looked surprised at first, but he quickly shook his head. “No, I shouldn’t have tried to pry in the first place!” he reassured. “It sounds like you’ve been through a lot already. I can’t even imagine what I would do if I was in your place... sorry for pressuring you for an answer.”  

“There’s no reason to apologize. It’s only natural to be curious.”  

You really were fortunate to have run into Izuku. For once, acting on your bloodthirst had proven to be the right call.  

Still. You were very much in a sticky situation.

“This is incredibly shameless of me,” you started, clenching your hands into fists and swallowing your embarrassment, “but... is there any way I might be able to stay with you for a little while? As of now, you’re the only one who knows that I’m a vampire from a different world. I’m just really lost and afraid, but you’ve been so nice to me, and even helped me. Just for a little while—just long enough for me to figure out what to do next. Would that be okay...?”  

Of course it wasn’t okay. You couldn’t believe that you were even daring to impose on him like this. But you weren’t lying about being scared. Just because you were strong didn’t mean that you didn’t get nervous or doubt yourself. You were only fourteen years old, apart from your family for the very first time—literally worlds apart.  

You were far from perfect, and you knew that. You just hoped that Izuku might be willing to put up with you for a little longer.

“Okay.”  

You blinked.  

Wait... what did he just say?  

It wasn’t just the fact that he’d said it. It was the way he’d said it, with little to no hesitation whatsoever. 

Izuku smiled shyly. “You need help, and I’m happy that you think I might be able to lend a hand. Normally I would suggest going to the heroes for something serious like this... but your situation is definitely unique, so I can understand why you’d be scared when you don’t know anything about this place. We can figure out a solution together... a-alright?”  

Tears welled up in your eyes. You couldn’t help it. He wasn’t just a good guy. He was an absolute angel.  

“My hero!” you couldn’t help but cry out, throwing yourself over him and giving him a big hug. “Oh, thank you! Thank you so much! This means more to me than you’ll ever know! I promise that no matter what I have to do, I’ll find a way to repay you somehow!”  

Izuku let out a noise that was somewhere in between a squeak and a gasp. He didn’t try to push you off as you squeezed your arms around him. Actually, his face was so red that it looked like he was about to start blowing steam from his ears, so you figured he was frozen stiff from shock.  

At the risk of sending him into cardiac arrest, you decided you should probably pull away and give him some space.  

“Sorry about that,” you apologized sheepishly. “I got a bit too excited there.”  

Izuku’s cheeks were still aflush, and he was staring at you in some sort of daze. “...hero,” he mumbled.  

“Hm?”  

“You just... called me your hero,” he swallowed, suddenly looking as though he was about to cry tears of joy.  

“Because you are,” you encouraged happily. “You’re saving me big-time!”  

“It’s just... no one’s ever said that to me before. Not a single person.”  

“Wow. So, I guess that makes me the first!”  

“Yeah.” Izuku let out a giggle, and you could’ve sworn your heart skipped a beat. He was grinning ear-to-ear now. “You’re the first, [Name].”  

Something told you that despite being banished, this world had plenty of bright moments in store for you.

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[jaytim] baby bird ?

this wip is really old!! i started writing this one i think before or just after i started working on script: flipped, my first (& mostly gen) reverse robins au.

it’s not abandoned necessarily but i haven’t worked on it in agesssss

anyway, its the classic plot of ‘tim finds out ra’s has used his dna to make a baby and, well. he has a baby now uhoh’

Six hours later, at eleven in the morning, Jason lets himself into the Monarch. In one hand, he holds a to-go cup of coffee from Tim’s favorite cafe. In the other, he has a bag containing a breakfast sandwich. He’s pretty sure the coffee will purchase him at least five minutes of Tim’s time before he gets thrown out if Tim is feeling secretive. The sandwich is just because he doubts Tim’s eaten since he got back.

He finds Tim on the couch.

Tim starts at the sight of him, banging his leg on the coffee table, one hand shooting out to catch his laptop before it goes tumbling to the floor. “Jason!” Tim’s voice is just shy of a yelp. “What are you doing here?” He sets the laptop onto the coffee table, and shoots to his feet.

Definitely not suspicious.

Jason holds out the coffee cup. “Hadn’t seen you in a bit. Thought I’d drop in.” Jason’s voice is chipper. Cheerful. “I also brought food.”

Tim stares longingly at the coffee and—after a moment—snatches both it and the bag from Jason’s hands.

Jason plops into a chair adjacent from the couch. “So, are you workin’ a case?”

“...something like that,” Tim mutters, downing the coffee like it was water and he was a man dying of thirst. He doesn’t come up for air until he’s guzzled at least half the drink by Jason’s estimation. Then, he opens the bag and tears into the sandwich. He’s midway through his third bite when he says, “So, what’d you need, anyway?”

Or. Well. That’s what Jason thinks he says. It’s a bit garbled, given the food stuffed in his mouth.

Jason is kind enough to ignore it. “Like I said,” Jason repeats. “I just wanted to check in. Hadn’t seen you on the streets in a bit and got a little worried, s’all.”

For whatever reason, Tim flushes. “Oh. Um. Well. I’m fine, as you can see.” He gestures.

Jason nods at him. “Uh-huh. Sure. But, now that I’m here, I’m curious. What exactly have you been doing?”

Tim takes another bite of his sandwich in lieu of answering. Jason can see the wheels of his brain turning, putting together an excuse. He narrows his eyes.

Tim lies to Batman, and gets away with it, on the reg. Whatever he says, it’s going to be plausible. If it was any other day, he might even have evidence to back it up... but this time, he hasn’t thought that far ahead—which means he’s going to lie to Jason, and Jason is going to know it’s a lie.

The question is: how hard does he press?

Tim swallows. He opens his mouth to answer, but, before he can get the words out he’s cut off by... something that sounds suspiciously like an infant’s wail.

Tim stiffens.

Jason stares.

Blinks.

“Tim,” he says slowly. “Is that a fucking baby?”

Tim winces. “...I can explain.” The cry continues, growing steadily louder. “In a second.” He drops the half-eaten sandwich onto the empty bag and then darts off towards the sound. He returns with a baby, what the fuck, wrapped in a red blanket.

The child is tiny, fitting neatly in the crook of Tim’s arms as he goes into the kitchen. Tim gets a pre-prepared bottle from the fridge and nukes it. He tests the liquid on his wrist in a motion that was sure, but unpracticed, before guiding the nipple into the infant’s mouth. The cries quiet immediately as the baby latches on, drinking almost as greedily as Tim had earlier.

Tim returns to the couch, sitting opposite Jason again. He leans back against the cushions with a heaving sigh.

Jason can’t help the way he stares at the baby. It’s eyes are half closed; tiny little hands pressed against the bottle, kneading against the hard plastic. Tim’s free hand supports its head; his thumb stroking through the feathery hair.

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the Tarot reading (spoilers)

We have today's clip from ep.7, where Lilia explains the layout of the Safe Passage tarot spread. In one of the promos, there is also a shot showing cards on the table in that same spread, so I thought I'll put the two together, just for fun!

In the clip it looks like maybe Lilia is doing a reading for Billy as he's sat in front of her? But the cards below seem like they would suit Agatha better (though I'll leave the psychic interpretations to you!). So maybe they all get a reading each?

(The card meanings taken from biddytarot.com)

Card 1: "You, The Traveller": Five of Wands [Reversed]

UPRIGHT: Conflict, disagreements, competition, tension, diversity REVERSED: Inner conflict, conflict avoidance, tension release In the Five of Wands, five men appear to be fighting each other, using their wands as weapons. However, on closer observation, their wands are raised but not striking or injuring anyone. It is as if there is no real purpose or outcome in this chaotic scene other than to create conflict and sow discord amongst the group. Each man wears a different outfit, symbolising their diverse backgrounds and belief systems, and suggesting that, because of their differences, they cannot find harmony and common ground with one another

Card 2: "What's missing, the reason for your quest": Two of Wands

UPRIGHT: Future planning, progress, decisions, discovery REVERSED: Personal goals, inner alignment, fear of unknown, lack of planning The Two of Wands shows a man, dressed in a red robe and hat, holding a small globe. The world is literally in his hands, marking the enormous potential before him if he can expand his horizons accordingly. He stands within the confines of his castle, suggesting that while he is contemplating significant opportunities, the man has not yet left his comfort zone to pursue them; he is still very much in the planning phase. His hand rests on an upright wand, and a second wand is affixed to the castle’s wall, a further sign that he is still not ready to venture out. In the background, the land is fertile while also rocky, promising that he has a good chance for success, so long as he can overcome the challenges that will arise.

Card 3: "The path behind, wounds suffered, lessons learnt": The World

UPRIGHT: Completion, integration, accomplishment, travel REVERSED: Seeking personal closure, short-cuts, delays The World card shows a naked woman wrapped in a purple cloth, dancing inside a large laurel wreath. She looks behind her to the past, while her body moves forward to the future. In her hands are two wands or batons, like the one The Magician holds. It is a symbol that what was manifested with The Magician has now come to completion with The World. The wreath is circular, symbolizing a continual cycle of successful completion and new beginnings because, as the woman steps through the wreath, she is completing one phase but beginning another one almost straight away. Around the wreath are four figures (a lion, bull, cherub and eagle), similar to those in the Wheel of Fortune. Both The World and the Wheel of Fortune speak to the cyclical nature of your life and your progression through its cycles. The four figures represent the four fixed signs of the Zodiac—Leo, Taurus, Aquarius, and Scorpio. They are symbolic of the four elements, the four suits of Tarot, four compass points, four seasons, and the four corners of the Universe. They are here to guide you from one phase to the next, bringing balance and harmony to your journey.

Card 4: "The path ahead, space for growth and discovery": Page of Swords

UPRIGHT: New ideas, curiosity, thirst for knowledge, new ways of communicating REVERSED: Self-expression, all talk and no action, haphazard action, haste The Page of Swords shows a young man standing with his sword pointing upwards to the sky. His body and the sword lean in one direction, but he looks the other way as if to see what else is happening around him. A breeze blows through the young man’s hair, and the clouds behind him appear to dash through the sky, bringing dynamic energy to the card. The ground on which the Page stands is green and fertile, suggesting that the Page’s ideas are likely to bring positive change and forward movement.

Card 5: "Obstacles": Wheel of Fortune (btw this card - and the Tower card - was also shown behind William Kaplan in Lilia's tent at the bar mitzvah)

UPRIGHT: Good luck, karma, life cycles, destiny, a turning point REVERSED: Bad luck, resistance to change, breaking cycles The Wheel of Fortune card shows a giant wheel, with three figures on the outer edges. Four Hebrew letters – YHVH (Yod Heh Vau Heh), the unpronounceable name of God – are inscribed on the wheel’s face. There are also the letters TORA, thought to be a version of the word Torah, meaning ‘law’, or TAROT, or even ROTA (Latin for ‘wheel’). The middle wheel has the alchemical symbols for mercury, sulphur, water and salt – the building blocks of life and the four elements – and represents formative power. On the outer circle is a snake, the Egyptian god Typhon (the god of evil), descending on the left side. The snake also represents the life force plunging into the material world. On the right side rises the Anubis, the Egyptian God of the dead who welcomes souls to the underworld. And on top of the wheel sits the Sphinx, representing knowledge and strength. In the corners of the Wheel of Fortune card are four winged creatures, each associated with the four fixed signs of the Zodiac: the angel is Aquarius, the eagle is Scorpio, the lion is Leo, and the bull is Taurus. Their wings signify stability amidst movement and change, and each holds the Torah, representing wisdom.

Card 6: "A potential Windfall": The Hanged Man

UPRIGHT: Pause, surrender, letting go, new perspectives REVERSED: Delays, resistance, stalling, indecision The Hanged Man shows a man suspended from a T-shaped cross made of living wood. He is hanging upside-down, viewing the world from a completely different perspective, and his facial expression is calm and serene, suggesting that he is in this hanging position by his own choice. He has a halo around his head, symbolizing new insight, awareness and enlightenment. His right foot is bound to the tree, but his left foot remains free, bent at the knee and tucked in behind his right leg. His arms are bent, with hands held behind his back, forming an inverted triangle. The man is wearing red pants representing human passion and the physical body, and a blue vest for knowledge. The Hanged Man is the card of ultimate surrender, of being suspended in time and of martyrdom and sacrifice to the greater good.

Card 7: "The Destination": Ten of Swords

UPRIGHT: Painful endings, deep wounds, betrayal, loss, crisis REVERSED: Recovery, regeneration, resisting an inevitable end The Ten of Swords shows a man lying face down, apparently dead, with ten swords in his back. A red cape drapes over the lower half of his body as a sign of dignity as he leaves this world. While the dark sky is ominous, the sun is rising on the horizon, bringing a renewed sense of hope and opportunity. The calm sea in the background also brings solace, suggesting that even in times of darkness, there is a sense of peace and calm to be found.

[ardorwritesfanfic]

BLLK Men and Overstimulation

A/N: Most of my headcanons for these men included them overstimulating the reader, but know I must share my opinions on the reverse!! Pls enjoy!

Warnings: AFAB!Reader, handjobs, blowjobs, penetration, unprotected sex, use of sex toys (m!receiving), dom/sub dynamics (ish?).

Featuring: Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Isagi Yoichi, Reo Mikage

Requests are open! My ask box is always open to thirsts and chit chat as well!

Rin Itoshi

Your jaw ached as you bobbed your head along his length. Your pace was slow, fighting your partners hands as they gripped your hair. You had been at this for a while, having already made your teal-haired boyfriend cum several times. His breath grew uneven, as soft moans escaped his lips. You looked up at him through your lashes, taking note of his features. His cheeks were a dark shade of red, which spread across his nose like a blanket. You could just barely make out tears in the corners of his eyes, threating to spill if this teasing lasted much longer. His lips were puffy and red, bitemarks prominent. He had been trying to keep himself quiet.

Your eyes travelled down his body. His neck was covered in purplish bruises, ones that you had so lovingly left him. Scratch marks stood out against the pale skin of his chest. His nipples were red with your abuse. You hummed with content, admiring how pretty he looked covered in your marks. The vibration earned a lewd moan from your boyfriend, before his hand came up to cover his mouth. Slowly, your brought your hands up to his thighs, squeezing the soft flesh in your palms. A beautiful muffled moan graced your ears, egging you on. You put slight pressure into your fingertips as you gently dragged your nails along the insides of his thigh.

"S-shit, I-I fuck! That feels too good, I c-can't cum again ah!" Rin moaned, small tears running down his cheeks. His pleading only motivated your more, quickening your pace. Your hands roamed his body as best as they could, reaching up to play with his sensitive chest. Rin began panting as your sucked a little too hard on his sensitive tip, almost choking on his length. "Hah hah, I can- I fuck too much shit! Oh god I-!" Rin panted before his whole body jolted with pleasure. His moans slowly turned to whines as you helped him ride out his orgasm, breath only slowing when you stopped your movement altogether. With a small 'pop' you released him from your mouth, swallowing his delicious hot liquid. You opened your mouth to stick your tongue out, showing him that you has swallowed it all.

"You're so pretty when you're all overstimulated, Rinnie~" you cooed. Rin tried his hardest not to look at your, shielding his blushing face from your vision.

"I'll g-get back at you f-for that..."

Sae Itoshi

Sae whined as your moved your hand agonizingly slow. What was this? The fifth time you were going to make him cum? Sae didn't care, all he could focus on was the feeling of your hand pumping his shaft. His hips bucked into your hand, earning a frustrated grunt when you stilled your hand. "Move your fucking hand..." Sae hissed, hands gripping the pillow behind his head. You let out a small huff, before returning to your painfully slow pace. Sae growled in frustration, aquamarine eyes piercing into your soul. "Move faster." He demanded.

"Fine, but remember you asked for this." You hummed, increasing your speed tenfold. Sae's grunts quickly turned to whines as a result of your quickening pace, his chest rising and falling at a quickened pace. "O-Oh shit! That feels agh so fucking good!" Sae groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. His whole body seemed to react with increased intensity this time. His toes curled, and the muscles flexed with every moan. His biceps bulged as he frantically grabbed anything he could get his hands on. His abdomen flexed with every stroke of your hand. You could tell he was approaching his climax at a rapid speed.

You smirked at the adorable face your normally stoic fiancé made. It was then you decided that you were going to ruin this man, without letting him inside you. You leaned over towards him, dipping your head towards his collarbone. You pressed a searing kiss to the sensitive flesh, sucking gently. You added more pressure to your hand, squeezing the tip of his cock with every stroke. Your nails grazed his shaft, following the vein that ran from base to tip. Heavy pants and wicked moans filled your ears, as you felt his entire body start to vibrate. Sae's moans quickly turned to whines, his thighs beginning to shake. The pleasure was too much, he couldn't handle it any longer.

"Fuck, I-I cant hold on! F-Feels so fuckingh good. Fucking shit!" Sae cried as pleasure rocked through his body. His limbs felt like they were on fire, his whole body hot as he reached his climax. Peering out through his lashes, he saw you staring at your hand, which was covered in his thick cum. Panting and feeling his muscles grow sore with fatigue he smirked.

"Want me to clean that up for you? Or will you be a good girl and do it yourself?

Isagi Yoichi

Drool pooled out of the blue haired males lips and his tongue hung out of his mouth. Your walls felt deliciously warm and soft around him. His eyes were clouded in lust, pupils blown as he looked up at you in intensity. Your hips ground down on his pelvis at a steady rate, increasing in speed before slowing. You had been at this for hours, how your thighs never grew tired, he'll never know. All he knew is that your movements seemed to be ten timed more sickly sweet than earlier.

His hands desperately grabbed at the flesh of your hips, sure to leave bruises. His cock twitched with every movement, making your walls flutter around him. His gaze was almost animalistic, it took everything in him to not pound up into you as your rode him. Wet squelching sounds filled the room. His entire pelvis was covered in a mixture of your juices and his cum. Both your bodies were ten times more sensitive at this point in the night, and neither of you were sure you'd last much longer.

"P-Please, princess, I-I need this. I-hah... I need you." Isagi growled, gritting his teeth. You had only ever seen this side of him on the field, the way he looked at you as if you were a goal that needed to be scored. Your body couldn't handle it anymore, you needed your release. You quickened your pace sliding up and down his cock as he hit your every sweet spot. You reveled in the moans that the two of you made, like a sultry harmony that only the two of you would ever hear. Strong hands gripped your hips harder as Isagi lost control, pounding into you at breakneck speed. Sinful moans bubbled out of your chest, eyes rolling back as you felt yourself bubble over. Your walls squeezed Isagi tightly as electricity washed over your body in waves, dousing his cock in another layer of your slick. That was enough to send Isagi over the edge, his cock pulsating as he released into you.

Your body soon dropped itself on top of your boyfriend's, unable to hold itself up any longer. Heavy breathing filled the room, as you both basked in each other's body heat. "Shit, baby." Isagi started, "My body is on f-fire." He placed a gentle kiss to your forehead, before his entire body relaxed. The two of you seemed to meld into the plush mattress, as sleep settled in.

Reo Mikage

You grinned as you took in the sight before you. You're gorgeous boyfriend was absolutely drenched in a mixture of sweat and his own cum. His eyes were screwed shut, hips bucking aimlessly at the stimulation your provided. His bangs stuck to his forehead, his hands searched desperately for something to grip. Around his erect cock, was a small rubber ring that sat just below his tip. The sound of vibrations were just barely audible. All the while, sweet and sultry moans left his swollen lips. He was absolutely beautiful.

"P-Please, treasure, I can't take it, fuck, p-please touch me ah!" Reo moaned, his eyes glassy from the tears that threatened to spill. His chest was covered in a red blush, which travelled all the way down his stomach. His hand tried to reach out towards you, but the stimulation stopped him in his tracks. A smirk spread across your face, as you shifted your position.

"I'm not sure I should do that, I think you look so pretty like this~" you cooed increasing the toy's speed. Reo moaned with pleasure, hips bucking wildly. His cock pulsated, twitching as he inched closer to his climax. Seeing his reaction, you slowed the speed again, earning a desperate whine. He growled as his eyes darted towards your frame, frustration mixed with lust present on his face. Reo muttered something about your actions being "cold", but was quickly interrupted when you turned the cock ring all the way up. "I'm going to make you cum untouched, my love~" you cooed, biting your lip.

Reo's erotic moans filled the room, choking on his own sounds as the sensation became too intense. He panted heavily, squeezing his eyes shut as he prepared for his climax. "Oh shit, fuck! I'm gonna cum! I'm guh!" His cock twitched, a slew of whines and moans leaving his lips as thick ropes of cum shot out of him, coating his belly. Slowly, you turned the toy off, scooching over to your boyfriends exhausted body. Gently, you combed his bangs out of his face. Reo whined, his body still too sensitive to handle your touch. Pressing a loving kiss to his forehead, you whispered your praises, before getting a cold towel to help him clean up.

[phoenixremix69]

Charlie would totally use bodyswapping for therapy and it would lead to so many different types of angst

Husk hates being in angel's body because he can feel just how much physical abuse he takes just from his job, not to mention val and it makes him feel guilty about the shit he put his contractees through

Angel hates being in husk because he's still a very sexual person but he hates himself for even considering doing anything in another person's body because consent

Charlie is fine being inside vaggie but she starts to realize just how different it is to be an angel who's never been to heaven vs one that got kicked out, like she can physically feel the lack of god's love or heaven's grace or whatever

vaggie has the same reaction but reversed. it's like the difference in a houseplant vs a cactus in regards to getting no water. one is designed to rarely need water while the other was watered previously but both are still dying of thirst

Pentious hates being in Niffty because her damaged brain is making his forget things and is making him easily distracted

Niffty hates being pentious because she has a whole brain now and she's remembering things she was enjoying forgetting

Alastor hates being lucifer, because on top of vaggie's lack of love times 100000, he can also feel all of hell, all of the rings, every sinner and hellborn, and it makes him feel powerful, this is what god must feel like, to have a million cords all leading to infinite outlets, but those cords are also chains, weighing him down, crushing him. To have infinite power and size, but to be powerless under the weight of said power

Lucifer actually feels pretty good as al. and he absolutely hates it. what does it say about him, to prefer this rotten carcass to his own angelic form? this flesh wrapped in the blood of hundreds versus the tarnished perfection of what god gave him. he should be sickened. and he's not

[eevylynn]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by the lovely @whimsicalmeerkat a while back (which is why I'm posting this on a Tuesday night, but hey, it's Wednesday somewhere in the world)

This is from my Booktoker Derek story. I needed a break from working on my Sterek Reverse Bang, so I figured I'd work on this for a bit

*~*~*~*~*~*

It started unsurprisingly: Stiles was procrastinating doing his essay by doomscrolling on TikTok. He had probably wasted almost half an hour of countless videos of ADHD hacks, the latest dance trend, a few badass women wielding various medieval weaponry, and some weirdly satisfying carpet cleaning videos.

After liking a neat heart-healthy recipe that he’s thinking of trying sometime soon, Stiles scrolled on to the next video.

The first thing he registered was SKIN.

Then, to the beat of the latest trending thirst trap song, the shot zoomed out to show a shirtless man from his large, corded shoulders down past his rippling abs, reading some book that Stiles had seen mentioned by countless women on booktok before.

The camera panned up, revealing more until—

“Holy. Shit.”

It was Derek Hale.

Stiles froze, his thumb hovering above the screen as his brain struggled to catch up with what he was seeing. Derek, perfectly disheveled with stubble framing his jaw and brows furrowed in concentration, was reading the book. His kaleidoscope eyes swept across the page as if genuinely engrossed in the story.

Looking at the bottom of the screen, Stiles saw the username @howlinghemingway.

Well, shit.

Forget his essay, this discovery was much more important. It wasn’t like his essay was even due tomorrow. Stiles still had a week to work on it. Besides, the longer he puts it off, the harder the ADHD procrastination adrenaline will hit, and it’ll probably still be one of the best in class.

With that in mind, Stiles clicked the username to see what other videos Derek had posted as he stood up from his desk chair to make himself comfortable in his bed before he dived on in.

Each video drew him deeper into the rabbit hole. There were videos of Derek discussing plot twists, sharing his favorite steamy scenes, giving writing tips, all while showing Derek in various states of undress while recommending different books. Books Stiles didn’t even know Derek knew about much less owned. Stiles was mesmerized by the way Derek’s sharp cheekbones caught the light, the way his jaw clenched while talking about a particularly gripping part of a story.

One video in particular caught Stiles’ attention. Derek was casually lounging in what Stiles recognized as the library in pack house, the same location as most of Derek’s videos . He was dressed in grey sweatpants and a soft burgundy sweater. Stiles can’t remember ever seeing Derek look so damned soft. That sweater even had thumbholes! Thumbholes! Derek in thumbholes was a level of cozy Stiles wasn’t emotionally prepared for.

But that wasn’t the real kicker.

Derek held up a hardcover novel, his thumb grazing over the title: Crimson Moon by Samuel Blackwolf. Stiles squinted at the screen, confused for a second, until Derek’s smooth voice filled the air.

“Imagine ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ meets ‘Hamlet’, but way steamier. ‘Crimson Moon’ continues Cyrus and Rowan’s forbidden romance. An ancient curse threatens their bond, all while they uncover Cyrus’s dark family secrets. And yes, it’s as spicy as ever,” Derek said, grinning salaciously. “Think forbidden love, secret rendezvous, and intense passion. Unlock the secrets yourself.”

Stiles’ jaw dropped.

Derek Hale, brooding werewolf extraordinaire, was not only a BookToker, but also a secret smut author with multiple books published?!

WHAT?

*~*~*~*~*~*

No pressure tags: @renmackree @endwersed @thotpuppy

[nattinatalia]

Urban Wyatt x Harlow Sister Instagram AU

A/N : I don’t know how to feel about this one but it’s been sitting in my drafts so enjoy.

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urbanwyatt I just “pranked” my girl and I might need a place to sleep at.

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jackharlow The face of realization that you fucked up 🤣🤣🤣🤣

claybornharlow Oh god, what did you do now?

urbanwyatt I sang some of the songs she usually listens to when she’s drinking or cleaning.

yourusername Now don’t make me out to be crazy. You were singing those songs for a lost love or something because they most definitely weren’t for me.

urbanwyatt Wait then why do YOU sing them with so much passion? WHO ARE YOU MISSING?????

jackharlow 💀 ohhhh How the roles have been reversed

yourusername Jack shut up 🙄

druski Answer the man baby Harlow, what love got away that you sing them songs with so much heartbreak?

yourusername I’m not even mad anymore 🤷🏻‍♀️ so why are we discussing this subject???

urbanwyatt 🙄

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yourusername When you overhear your boyfriend tell his boys he used to love blonde hair on girls, I said bet🥴🫡

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urbanwyatt �� 😋

urbanwyatt I love your black hair though baby!!!!!!

druski Where did you get that wig from?

yourusername Why you want some hair???

druski No because you should sue, they did you wrong sis

shloob 💀💀💀💀

yourusername You are such a hater 🙄

neelamthadhani real life Barbie 💗

urbanwyatt She’s more of a Bratz but let’s give her the title Barbie for now.

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yourusername Looking for a cowboy to ride 🤠 🐴

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cozane Suddenly I’m a cowboy 😏

selenosunni x2

yourusername OHHH??? 👀

urbanwyatt EXCUSE ME?????

druski I’ll be your cowboy, come on over and ride me all day!!!!!!!

urbanwyatt YO WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK????

claybornharlow Y/N you’re annoying, I can see you laughing from across the room.

jackharlow 🙄

yourusername Damn y’all losers couldn’t go along with the joke???

cozane Your brothers are the annoying ones, I tried my best.

druski Whose joking? I was being serious, I’ll be your cowboy anytime of the day 🤪

urbanwyatt Only if you’re trying to get your ass beat

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urbanwyatt Kicking balls and leg modeling should’ve been my calling.

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yourusername HELLLOOOOO

yourusername GODDAMN

yourusername 👁️🫦👁️

yourusername THAT’S MY MAN!!!!!!!

yourusername I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABIES!!!!!!!

yourusername Not really- not yet at least but I’ll let you cum down my throat for now!!!!!!

nemoachida Was this before or after y’all came out of the locker room?

yourusername Mind your business!

urbanwyattupdates Are we just going to ignore yn thirsting over her man on the comments ?

yourusername We’re not ignoring anything, it’s nothing new lol I always thirst over my sexy ass man.

urbanwyatt 🤭🤭🤭

user He’s definitely ignoring it because he’s done with her. She does too much.

yourusername I was put into this world to do just that!!!! Too much!!!!

user Yeah and your birth parents didn’t even want you so that says a lot about you.

jackharlow DAFUQ????

urbanwyatt I know you’re not being brave behind a screen. Say that shit to my face, don’t be asking for pictures or anything no more.

claybornharlow isn’t this the he guy who was yelling your name and y/n at the kickball game? Lmaoooo he was desperate for a picture and a video.

mamamaggie I love my son’s true fans, the ones who are respectful and show love to not only him, but to my family as well. But what I’m not about to do is sit and watch how some of you love to attack my daughter- because that’s what she is, SHE IS MY DAUGHTER!!! None of you know the situation, so don’t speak on something you know nothing about. I will throw hands down when it comes to my children.

druski Yall done brought out the hood from white lady

yourusername I WILL FUCK YOU UP! Leave my momma alone!

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yourusername MY BOYS FOR LIFE 💗 *& before y’all start, clayborn included, he just doesn’t like to take pictures.*

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claybornharlow I was about to unlike super fast until I finished reading the entire caption.

yourusername See, this is how drama starts!!!!

urbanwyatt 😘😘

jackharlow 💜

user girl I think it’s time to give it up, they don’t even care about you

yourusername Oh no 😢

user Im so sorry to be the one to tell you but they really don’t give a fuck about you. They feel sorry for you.

yourusername Damn, they told you all of this? 💀

user bitch I was trying to be nice to you

yourusername You call that being nice? 😩😩 don’t worry about me babes.

user2 Serious question though, does urban and everyone else in the circle put up with you because you’re jacks “sister” or because they feel bad for you?

yourusername Nah, they put up with me because I give all of them head.

user2 Who do you fuck first and who goes last.

yourusername We have a schedule, like today your dad is on my list.

user3 The way I see it is that you sleep with BOTH Jack and urban

yourusername I know that’s what YOU wish you’d be able to accomplish, but I’m sorry to burst your delusional bubble. Plus, this isn’t Alabama.

user4 Is Jack really your brother?

yourusername No, he’s my son 🙄

user5 I heard Urban is cheating on you. What are you gonna do about it.

yourusername Well I was about to let him deep down my throat right now, but I think I’ll let him fuck me instead- wait…. Am I supposed to leave him???? I’m confused.

druski I HAD TO MAKE SOME POPCORN AND ENJOY YOU CLAPPING BACK AT THESE LOSERS.

yourusername Oh I had time today 😈

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urbanwyatt She’s my fucking soulmate ❤️‍🔥

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yourusername 🥹 My baby boy 😘

cozane user1, 2, 3 & 4 punching air right now

urbanwyatt lmao 🤣

selenosunni Sharing is caring 👀

urbanwyatt Not when it comes to her.

cozane 🧐🧐🧐🧐

jackharlow Don’t start

neelamthadhani Damn the girlies popping out

yourusername They wanted to come out and play.

urbanwyatt I love it when I get to play with them- I mean when they come out to play.

neelamthadhani Na I know exactly what you mean you dirty man

yourusername 😅😅😅😅

druski 🫦 can I get her number?

urbanwyatt NO

druski it’s okay I’ll slide into her dms

urbanwyatt You’re blocked.

druski What? Since when? Why did she block me?

urbanwyatt when you decided to send her a video of yourself scrolling through her pictures and zooming in on her.

druski That’s why she blocked me? I was admiring her beauty

urbanwyatt I blocked you from sending her messages.

druski well that’s rude, I guess I’ll have to see her in person and ask for her number.

urbanwyatt You’re annoying, you already have her number idiot.

druski I lost it

yourusername Damn, you lost my number? And you claim to be the love of my life. I’m heartbroken 💔

druski I just want ONE night, I can’t be stuck with you forever because you’re crazy.

urbanwyatt That’s okay bro, I’ll take her from you.

urbanwyattsource Haters are mighty quiet under this post. They had a lot to say under hers.

yourusername LMAAAOOOO because they don’t want to get blocked by him.

urbanwyatt They been blocked, I may stay silent from time to time but when it comes to my girl, I don’t play.

yourusername 🌽 💦 every time he calls me HIS GIRL 🥵🥵🥵🥵 likeee yessssuhhh zadddyyyyyy come choke me.

claybornharlow Here your ass goes 🤦🏼‍♂️

urbanwyatt 🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪

jackharlow ONE DAY JUST ONE DAY WHEN YOU TWO ACT RIGHT PLEASE 🙄

mamamaggie You know well enough that, that’s never going to happen. They were made for each other and they will forever be.

urbanwyatt Mama gets it

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[triptychgrip]

Story Preview: The Katsuki-Nikiforovs review the comments on their jointly written friends-to-lovers/role-reversal fanfic

“Just half an hour ago, he whipped out an annoyingly good quad flip, and now he’s fawning over dog costumes like the biggest dork in Japan,” Yuri mumbled incredulously, before peering up at him. “The duality of man, or whatever. Catch you later, Katsudon.”

Yuuri laughed and waved at him before walking over to Viktor, reflecting all the while on how elatedly his husband had reacted when he’d asked him back in April if he’d be open to co-writing a fanfic together. Though he wouldn’t change a single thing about their own love story, the idea of a world in which he had been the “Living Legend” of figure skating before dropping out of sight at the peak of his career to become a coach was endlessly fascinating.

At first, Yuuri had thought about just writing the fic himself and surprising Viktor with it, but when he’d found himself stumped by a few key framing questions, it had occurred to him that the activity might be a fun way for them to bond.

In retrospect, it seemed silly when he recalled how nervous he’d been to make the request of Viktor in the first place.

Though he’d initially been worried that his love had only wanted to humor him, the din of his intrusive thoughts had been quelled almost immediately. Indeed, the night after they’d first started drafting the outline of what eventually became Put It In Reverse For Thirst, he’d been awoken the next morning with a steaming cup of coffee, an indulgent stack of syrniki, and an extensive Pinterest board of images – including some extremely NSFW (not to mention logistically impossible) fanart of them making out on top of a zamboni – to inspire them as they continued to brainstorm.

Feeling his heart flutter with fondness at the memory of Viktor’s eagerness, Yuuri quickened his pace, grinning at how he was so preoccupied with his phone that he didn’t even sense his approach.

Grabbing him in a hug from behind, he giggled at the squeak Viktor let out when he pressed a kiss to his shoulderblade and smushed his face into his warmup jacket.

—

The above is an excerpt of the companion story to my 5 chapter Yuri!!! on Ice “fic within a fic”: a story in which Yuuri and Viktor read aloud and attempt to roleplay the fanfic they co-write about how Coach/Living Legend Katsuki Yuuri finally gets together with his best friend (and student), Viktor.

If you’ve read it, you might remember that due to the very eros environment that takes over, the Katsuki-Nikiforovs didn’t quite manage to stick to the (tamer) events of their sappy/smutty fic (titled Put It In Reverse For Thirst, and yes, I purposely leaned into just how on the nose that pun is).

I'd always intended to write a part 2 of the series which would cover their uploading their story to Archive Of Our Own and going through the comments together, and I was particularly thrilled to find out that there is an awesome guide that shows you how to mimic the look of the ao3 interface for this very meta purpose; see the screenshot of fake comments that I made, above.

I’m having a blast writing this second part and leaning even more into the meta nature of this story -- in particular, I am spending WAY too much time coming up with fun ao3 usernames and icons...see Haru from Fruits Basket up above! -- which will feature Yuuri and Viktor learning the lesson that us fanfic writers eventually all learn: someone out there on the internet will always have a problem with your work. LOL. Luckily, they are there to comfort one another and also to laugh and get silly around the comments they receive.

I'm aiming to get part 2 out in the next two weeks, so I hope you’ll read part 1 and subscribe to the series overall if this piques your interest!

[peaceloveandstarrs]

2024 was.... something. Here goes... VERY long post b/c this year was A LOT. But in about 9 hours it'll be in the past! so!

I had the worst work year I've had; it was my first as a lead, a brand new curriculum, and assistants who were hard to open up to. And my boss was telling me it was on me to open up to them. Not quite right. They needed to open up to me too. They ended up leaving, and now I've got one of my good friends working with me, she's a huge help. I had a lot of struggles with constructive criticism - my brain takes it as SEE YOU AREN'T GOOD ENOUGH... definitely still working on that too. People at work want to help me, not put me down. I'm still building my confidence there, but I will get there!

Personally - I still dealt with a lot of the anxiety. I had a massive falling out with my former best friend, Cherry. And yes, it was my fault. I know I'll never get to apologize, but my biggest task here is forgiving myself. What I did was a product of being unhealed; now I know better. I still miss her sometimes, but I know I'll be okay. Something that happened caused me to fall out with Mel, but luckily we've been able to rekindle and now things are stronger than ever. Forgive and forget. I'm so happy to have her back in my life - she's one of my biggest cheerleaders!!! I love you! I also strengthened friendships with Bridge (I dunno your real name), Renee, and made new friends! I'm working on coming out of my shell... I'm not nearly as bad as my anxiety makes me out to be.

And with Matt, things are amazing <3 we're both taking steps towards getting ready for the next chapter... so one day in 2025 you might see me post a ring!!! ;) he's my biggest offline supporter, and I wonder every day how I got lucky enough to find him. I love him dearly and I can't wait to see where life takes us in 2025.

Healing... whoa boy has this been a downhill rollercoaster lately! In the good way! I'm becoming more accepting of myself and all my weirdness, enjoying my hobbies more and more, and changing how I see myself. I'm trying to treat myself more compassionately when I mess up or get into my head - this is hard work, I didn't get these mindsets in a day, I won't reverse them in a day!! I truly think this new obsession with Bob Dylan helped - it refreshed me, gave me some new energy that I hadn't gotten in a long time.

sooo here are some thanks

@lil-melody-moon where do i begin!!! I'm super grateful that I chose to reunite w/you, we're quite the team! lol thank you for encouraging all my weirdness and thirst and obsessions. I can't wait to see what the next bout of teasing will be... mwah! thank you for all of your love and support.

@good-to-drive you are amazing and i'm so grateful for your friendship and understanding. i don't know how i would have gotten through some of the hard times during the fallout with my other friend without your support. thank you for all your saraniverse help, for the personal help, and for encouraging this new obsession ha! i can't wait to hear more about your research :D

@johangeorghohman you found me during a very dark time, and i'm happy that you stuck around now that i'm doing better! thank you fr all of your kindness and for listening to my insane ramblings lol!

@djbead123 and @androidxmutt yall are awesome! i know we haven't been friends that long, but i'm looking forward to continuing into 2025! (and i can't wait to see that drawing!)

@knoxoverstreet16 i'm glad i messaged you! you're fun to talk to, and i love seeing little pics from your tours and stuff! :D

@rufusrant thank you for being my starrison friend ^_^ and for not giving up on me when i wasn't as healed as i am now (so i wasn't making the best choices, friend and conversation wise). i do wanna write that story!

@i-am-the-oyster and @s-l-martin thank you for being so encouraging when it comes to how shy i am on discord... i'm getting out of that slowly but surely!

finally but not least @bridgeoverstrawberryfields i know things are tough for you right now, but i just wanted to extend some love and care. you've been a wonderful friend all this year, and i thank you from the bottom of my heart. and i'm here whenever you're ready <3

[thebottomfromhell]

Completely self-indulgent but I feel like human! Gyokko would treat demon! reader more like a pet than a lover. Like collar and leash (maybe even a shock collar, he seems like the person), command words, and only giving his "love" as a reward for good behavior. Probably feeds his demon pet his own blood and flesh to keep reader loyal since to reader "it's the best thing he's ever tasted"

Damn he would! He is definetely going to own the non-human creature that thirsts him, so why not discipline it properly? Rewards and punishment are in order, and it's not like he is hurting a person/jk.

Now, I am very, VERY, VERY sorry of how late this came. Yes, I am alive. I had a writting block that, with some evaluations and works, drove me out of writting and I didn't know how to come back. Now I am back at writting, I hope this works as a new page.

Reverse AU Gyokko doms GN Demon Reader with pet play

Warnings: Sexual content, Cannibalism, Blood Play, Collaring, Pet Play, Piquerism, BDSM, Degradation kink, Oral sex, Masturbation and, Threat of violence.

You are aware of how Gyokko sees you. You aren't human, not anymore, and for him, that's enough to hurt, to claim, to discart, to break. Truth be told, he holds humans to that same standard, but even with his Hashira status he wouldn't get away with it, be can barely get away with the amount of Taugokus he had and died. Some because he didn't aid them, some because he deemed it a mercy, and some because he deemed the best soruce of action. Besides the other Hashira, who would actually kill him if he tried, and his master, nobody is safe from him.

He is an artist, he is a killer, creator and destroyer. Maybe that is what you like about him, besides his hability to inflict pain without regret. You wonder, how would he be as a demon? Would he be special? Able to create? Demons are not meant to be creators, with the exception of their origin, their own creator, that one that spread and mutates living beings to his image. You tremble at the idea, or maybe is at the pain of having needles in your back. It tickles, it hurst, it activates the common instinct of fight, chase. That rush of adrenaline that makes your body tense, heart beat fast, and blood heat up your body. It's like fighting, like eating, it satiates, at the same time it hurts with a itch of desire for more. "Gyo... Gyokko...." the there is a needle piercing your tongue, forcing you to stick it put of your mouth.

"I don't remember giving you permission to speak." He says, legs crossed in a seat as he has you on your knees in front of him. He looks annoyed, might as well be, but there is a glow in his eyes, one that makes you able to tell. He is enjoying it. "Honestly, you are no better that an untrained dog. Messy and desobedient. Maybe I should treat you like one, and no bad dog is going to get any reward from me." He says pretending to be exasperated as he grabs your chin and takes off all the needles in your face, making blood leak from the holes. They were poisoned with wysteria, so the wounds take more than usual to heal, letting the Hashira tease the edges of the holes spread.

His touch is precise as he examines you, those hands go gently from your face to your neck and give a squeeze. You don't really need to breath, but that doesn't stop your head from feeling lighter. He let's go after a moment, leaving panting to check his materials. There are some ribbons of different colors, he picks one of the color of your eyes with blood red patterns and makes a bow tie around your neck. It's not as tight as his hands, those even left marks that alreade healed, but it's still oppressive, controling. You adore it.

"Now this suits you a lot." You feel owned and decorated, adored in some twisted way, and all the touches, the adrenaline... you can feel it down there, you are getting excited. Aroused. "Look at you, getting all messy and hot. If you want any relief you will have to beg." And you do. "Please..." There is little more than that you can say, you can do, but you beg. Gyokko barely looks at you while you are at it, looking unimpressed, leaving you untouched, desesperate. So you beg more, thirst and desire building up inside you, but you keep begging. You beg until you start crying and drooling of how much you want it, embarassed. You know it's pathetic, you know that you should take a bite, take what you want. You are tempted to do so.

"Y/N." He sees you before smirking in an ugly smile full of anticipation, with a sadistic twist before pulling the "collar" he just put on your neck, forcing proximity. "That's not good enough~" Not good enough... not goo-... but why? What do you have to do? Your scrotch is becoming uncomfortable, you just need some friction, some touch. You want to touch yourself, you want Gyokko to touch, you and his words are as if you just got rejected. You want to cry at that, you have no idea why as your body twitches, and he is just breathing against your face and that hot air against your skin warms up so nice you want it everywhere and- "Let's make you earn your release, pet." There was something in the tone of that las word, as if it was an insult, a curse, a slur, offenssive and fueled with poison, demeaning. And yet...

It turns you on as you hear him unzipping his pants, taking off the belt with one hand as he keeps eye contact with you, taking them off in order to be nore comfortable once he manspread in his sit before you, letting your now loosen up collar go last second, making you trip, face ending inches from his scrotch. You can see his cock, only half hard, tip pink, a pale skin, tender flesh without a single hair, definetely waxed, that you just want in in your mouth along with those thick trained thighs. You can feel the saliva acumulating in your mouth, drooling, and the scent doesn't make in any better. Suddenly a hand in the back of you head forces to look up at the smug face. "Earn your treat, make me cum and I will consider letting you bite. Doesn't it sound fair?" You nod before letting him finish, you don't care, you just want him in your mouth, your fangs ache for it and your tongue is suddenly too big to stay inside the cavity comfortably. Another pull, harder, painful enough to make you groan, or was it a moan? "But... bite me without permission and I will take your eyes, nipples, fingers and tongue for you to eat, mutt. Be a good puppy and please your master, or earn a punishment as a bad dog."

And you do, you try, taking his lenght inside your mouth. Your tongue and saliva don't know what to do with the limited space, and your teeth touch the base as it thrust inside, but careful enough to not hurt Gyokko. He smiles at that sense of danger, shivering as he grabs tightly into his needles, ready to stab you. You can smell the scent wysteria mixed with Gyokko's genitals, wet and hot. You start moving your head, trembling when you feel a needle behind your skull. Maybe it's a warning, or maybe he just wanted to do it, as he moans without any shame. Your can feel a sting, the uncomfortable wetness and heat in between your legs, grow even more as you move one of your hand to rub yourself, feeling your arousal against your clothes. You keep letting Gyokko, that started to grab and tight up the ribbon in your neck, fuck your face and use your mouth as he pleases, moving his ass against the chair. "Mngh~ yes. Just like that~."

The hashira pulls you off his dick after a whiles, even if he hasn't released yet. "Be creative, pet~." You really can't, you need more, and you can't really think straight enough to figure anything particular up. So you keep licking his erection, sucking his thighs, wishing to sink your fangs into them, kissing his balls and the pinkish hole peaking under them. Your saliva mixes with Gyokko's sweat, salty in your tongue, and you eat him up, wishing you could use your teeth. The human moans, arches his back, praises you when he likes what you do and pulls you off when he doesn't, until he cums all over you with your lips basically knotted in his testicles. It's messy, almost disgusting, but a part of your brain realizes before you...

You will be rewarded. You pull apart slowly before Gyokko slmas you to the ground with his hand covering your mouth. "Nice done. You can take what you want." His fingers move against your fangs as your free hand slips under your clothes, massaging your scrotch, making you arch and bite by reflex. Then you moan at the stimulation, both at the fixation towards the blood and the releif in your genitals. It feels good. It feels good. You drink and suck, barely hearing Gyokko's voice and taunts, you just have your piece.

After all that effort to get it, it's almost sweet, it's and amazing, the agony suddenly turning completely into pleasure. You need more, you want more, you want to drink this blood every night with his hands all over you. On your neck, on your stomach, on your chest, your most sensitives parts. You barely realizes when you cum in your clothes, the liquids staining both what you are wearing and the Hashira's hand. It takes some seconds when the overstimulation turn the pleasure to pain that you freeze and pull away, panting, realizing you got put of a frantic state. "Next time I will let you bite part of my ear off if you behave, pet. For now, clean yourself mutt. Come back to me for more rewards if you can be a good puppy for me~." And you want that. You will come back to him, always.

[witchthewriter]

Hi, can I please ask for a character/personality profile for Queen Lucy the Valiant, please? (I know this is probably a weird request 😂) Thank you so much!!

One of my favourite characters of all time, I even named my pet after her :'). I also adore Georgie Henley, she is so lovely (I follow her on instagram and she's too much, I love her!!!) ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧🩷˚˚₊˚🌸✧˚

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞: 𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑦 𝑃𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑒

𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈

𝑬𝑵𝑭𝑷 | 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝐶𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑒𝑟 & 𝑉𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑦

Imaginative, energetic, and friendly, ENFPs are often the most endearing of fictional characters. ENFPs are true free spirits – outgoing, openhearted, and open-minded. With their lively, upbeat approach to life, they stand out in any crowd.

Lucy is outgoing and sociable. She readily connects with others, both human and non-human, and is often the first to initiate conversations and form relationships. She enjoys being around people and is energized by social interactions.

Lucy is imaginative and perceptive, often relying on her intuition to guide her decisions. She possesses a deep sense of wonder and curiosity, which leads her to explore new realms and discover hidden truths about Narnia. She is drawn to the mystical and magical aspects of the world.

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅

Chaotic Good characters value personal freedom and independence, and Lucy demonstrates this through her adventurous spirit and willingness to explore new realms like Narnia. She often acts on her own accord, driven by her desire to do what she believes is right.

Chaotic Good characters tend to question authority when they believe it is unjust or oppressive. Lucy demonstrates this trait when she refuses to let others dictate her actions solely based on their position or power. She follows her instincts and stands up for what she believes is right, even if it means challenging authority figures.

𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒐𝒍

Upright: Innocence, freedom, spontaneity, free-spirit, new beginning Reversed: Stupidity, negligence, holding back, recklessness, risk-taking

The Fool card often represents a sense of childlike innocence and wonder, which aligns with Lucy's character. She enters the magical world of Narnia with a pure heart and an open mind, embracing the unknown and approaching her adventures with a sense of awe and curiosity.

The Fool is often depicted as taking a leap of faith, stepping into the unknown with trust and optimism. Lucy's unwavering belief in Narnia, Aslan, and the magic of the world embodies this sense of trust and faith. She follows her instincts and remains loyal despite doubts or skepticism from others.

𝐒𝐔𝐍

𝑪𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓

Cancer individuals are known for their nurturing and empathetic nature. Lucy displays a deep sense of empathy and compassion towards others, often putting their needs before her own. She is deeply connected to her family and friends, valuing their well-being and emotional security.

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍

𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔

Pisces individuals are known for their dreamy and imaginative nature. Lucy possesses a vivid imagination and a strong connection to the mystical and magical aspects of Narnia. She is highly intuitive and perceptive, often relying on her inner world and emotions to guide her decisions.

𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓

𝑺𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒔

Sagittarius individuals are adventurous and optimistic. Lucy embodies a sense of adventure as she embraces the unknown and explores new realms. Her optimism and faith in Narnia and its inhabitants inspire those around her. She is open-minded and seeks knowledge and truth.

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐘

𝑮𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊

Individuals with Mercury in Gemini are known for their quick thinking, excellent communication skills, and curiosity. They are adaptable and versatile, able to express themselves in various ways.

Lucy demonstrates a natural curiosity and a thirst for knowledge. She often asks questions, seeks answers, and actively engages in learning. This aligns with Mercury in Gemini's intellectual curiosity and desire to explore various subjects.

Lucy possesses a sharp mind and is able to think on her feet. She often comes up with clever solutions to problems and demonstrates quick thinking in challenging situations. Mercury in Gemini individuals are known for their mental agility and ability to process information rapidly.

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒

𝑳𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂

Venus in Libra individuals are known for their harmonious and diplomatic nature, as well as their appreciation for beauty and balance in relationships.

Lucy values harmony and strives to maintain peaceful relationships. She is often the peacemaker among her siblings and seeks to resolve conflicts. Venus in Libra individuals are driven by a desire for balance and fairness in their relationships.

Lucy demonstrates a diplomatic approach in her interactions with others. She considers different perspectives and seeks compromises to maintain harmony. Venus in Libra individuals have a natural ability to navigate social situations and foster cooperation.

Lucy possesses an appreciation for beauty and aesthetics. She is enchanted by the wonder and magic of Narnia, from its landscapes to its creatures. Venus in Libra individuals have a refined taste and often have a keen eye for art, design, and all things visually pleasing.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒

𝑨𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔

Lucy displays bravery and fearlessness throughout her adventures in Narnia. She takes risks, stands up for what she believes in, and faces challenges head-on. Mars in Aries individuals have a pioneering spirit and are driven by a desire for new experiences.

Lucy exhibits a strong sense of self and is not afraid to assert herself when necessary. She takes charge of situations and is proactive in pursuing her goals. Mars in Aries individuals are independent and self-motivated, often taking the initiative to lead and take action.

Lucy demonstrates a protective nature toward her loved ones. She shows a willingness to fight for those she cares about and is fiercely loyal. Mars in Aries individuals are passionate defenders of their loved ones and can be quite protective of those they hold dear.

[rottenpumpkin13]

Zack and Cloud end up in a certain corner of Wall Market and proceed to do something of a reverse heist. They obtain thirst trap body pillows of the firsts and sneak them into each other's rooms - Sephiroth ends up with an Angeal pillow, Angeal has Genesis', and Genesis has Sephiroth's. What happens???!!!

The Body Pillow Fiasco

• After borrowing one of Sephiroth's shirts (without asking), Genesis does what all good friends do and launders and irons it for him.

• Knowing he's a busy man (and because Sephiroth would rip him a new one), Genesis decides to just drop it off in Sephiroth's apartment when he's not there.

• He uses the extra key card he stole borrowed from Sephiroth and lets himself inside, humming as he does so. 'I'm such a good friend,' he thinks to himself, 'look at me being the pinnacle of human decency, putting this shirt back in his room where I found it—'

• Genesis stands in the doorway of Sephiroth's room. He has the folded shirt in one hand and holds the door open with the other.

• No no that can't be right.

• Genesis closes the door. He waits a few seconds. Then he swings it open again.

• After confirming he isn't having a LOVELESS-mania-induced-incident, Genesis slams the door shut, throws Sephiroth's shirt onto the nearest surface and books it out of the apartment.

• He sprints across the building all the way back to the 49th floor. Passing SOLDIERs and other personnel wonder why Commander Rhapsodos looks like he's seen the death as he barges into Angeal's office.

• Angeal looks up from his paperwork.

Angeal: Hey, Gen. What's—

Genesis: SEPHIROTH IS IN LOVE WITH YOU.

• Angeal rolls his eyes and goes back to his reports.

Angeal: That's nice, Gen. And did him and I end up in bed, married, or in a polycule with you this time?

• Genesis stomps into the room and throws himself on the opposite chair.

Genesis: I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT FANFICTION!

Angeal: Then for the love of the goddess you so revere, Rhapsodos, stop dumping rum in your morning coffee.

• Genesis tears the papers from Angeal's hands and forces his friend to look at him.

Genesis: I'm not drunk, you oaf! I walked into Sephiroth's room and found an Angeal body pillow on his bed!

Angeal: What were you doing in Sephiroth's apartment?

Genesis: I was returning a shirt I borrowed from him!

• Angeal sits up, looking hopeful.

Angeal: Sephiroth owns a shirt?

Genesis: THAT'S NOT THE POINT! HE HAD A YOU BODY PILLOW ON HIS BED! HE PROBABLY SLEEPS WITH IT OR USES IT TO—

Angeal: Don't finish that sentence, you've described enough of your fanfiction escapes. I get the picture.

• While Genesis rants about how Sephiroth is a sick individual, Angeal starts to feel sad. He's always been Sephiroth's go-to emotional support friend. And the two had always maintained a close and harmonious relationship. If Sephiroth was going as far as sleeping with an Angel body pillow, perhaps he was feeling lonely and using it to feel safer at night.

• Angeal starts thinking about Sephiroth not having any family, being raised in a lab, sent to war when he was still a prepubescent child....

Genesis: And then Zack's going to start dating Strife, and I'm going to end up alone—WHY ARE YOU CRYING?

• Angeal is literally sobbing, hysterical by the thought of Sephiroth wanting to be nurtured and swaddled by him. Angeal's in tears. He may be the imposing silver General, but he's still their baby friend who's younger than them.

• Angeal is up and running out of his office before Genesis could get another word out.

Genesis: Where are you going!?

Angeal: TO LOVE HIM

• When he's alone, Genesis sinks into the seat and groans. "Well if it was that easy I should've sneaked a Genesis body pillow in everyone's beds ages ago. We could've been in the middle of an AGS fic by now."

• Sephiroth may not own many shirts, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know exactly how many shirts he does have.

• And if something goes missing from his apartment, it usually has Genesis's hand all over it.

• Sephiroth had already been to Angeal's apartment looking for a spare key card to Genesis's door. He found it, and he also acquired another curious object.

• Sephiroth disapprovingly grabbed the Genesis body pillow from Angeal's bed and sighed. Oh Genesis. Leaving his rubbish all over the place.

• No worries! Sephiroth will just return the body pillow to Genesis's apartment before Angeal can find it and scold their poor, flamboyant redhead. He already has to go in there to retrieve his shirt anyway.

• Sephiroth tries the key card on Genesis's door and it doesn't work.

• Huh? That's odd. Perhaps it's outdated. No worries! He'll just pry the door open with his sword!

• Sephiroth grabs Masamune with one hand and clutches the Genesis body pillow with the other. Then he casually starts beating the door down with the grace and finesse of an axe murderer.

• Genesis steps off the elevator at his apartment's floor. He's disgruntled, as told by the prominent frown on his face. He cannot for the life of him understand why Angeal didn't find Sephiroth's behavior as creepy and unhinged as he did.

• He needs to go home. Maybe after a hot bath and a drink he'll decide what to do next—

• Genesis stops at the end of the hallway.

• And there's Sephiroth beating Genesis's door down while clutching a Genesis body pillow to his chest.

• Genesis screams. It catches Sephiroth's attention but Genesis is already running back into the elevator: "GET AWAY FROM ME YOU OBSESSED PSYCHO FREAK!"

• Sephiroth watches the elevator doors swing closed, then promptly shrugs and gets back to work.

• Zack and Cloud are standing in Genesis's room. Cloud has the Sephiroth body pillow they're supposed to plant in Genesis's room clutched in his arms

Zack: Uuuh...Spike?

Cloud: Yeah?

Zack: Are you sure we're in the right place?

• There is already a Sephiroth body pillow on Genesis's bed. And an Angeal body pillow. And a Zack body pillow. And a Cloud body pillow next to a Genesis one. All of them piled on Genesis's bed.

• Zack and Cloud turn around immediately.

Cloud: We never speak of this again.

Zack: Works for me.

[cirqosmos]

𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬: 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 | Teaser One

2023 | 18+ | Series | ENHYPEN OT6 × READER | MASTERLIST

SUMMARY with the absolute order from the highest celestials, six high ranking angels were sent to capture and condemn you—an exceedingly sinful and overpowering succubus to the holy tower for eternity. Capturing you might not be so difficult with them outnumbering you, but the question is; would they be able to keep ignoring your irresistible charms while staying firm to their principles, abiding by the rules, and reciting their prayers forever?

GENRE angels and demons au, romance, reverse harem, angst, fluff, smut

WORD COUNT 1.7k

"Aaah~ aren't you a pretty little dumb thing?" You sang a song as you approached the cowering human, pressing your heels on his back which caused him to whimper in downright fear.

Your eyes fell upon an unconscious lady against the wall, her lips hanging apart with bubbles dripping from the corners of her lips. And then at the half unzipped pants of the middle-aged men beneath your heel.

What a cute sight, you thought. You only came to the red district to have some little fun with your favourite humans, to feed on their energy and so on. Your eyebrow raises at the thought of meddling with the humans committing sins, you shouldn't have to stop the man from forcing the lady against her will, yeah? The amount of pitch dark energies it would give you would be tremendously high and sufficient for your cultivation as a succubus, so why did you even bother?

At the back of your mind, a tiny voice called out in a moderate volume among any others. Maybe you could save her just for today, she ain't that strong enough to survive but maybe you could let her live one more day free of pain.

"Hm, why, why. Aren't you a big brave baby boy, why don't you show me how hungry you are?" Your finger swayed in a circular motion, casting a dark crimson spell within the man's orb which turn him into madness; his nails grew longer and sharp, screeching against the wet ground. His back arching to the point his lower spine grew out.

Your eyes mesmerised by your creation, you hushed the monster inside the club. "Go ahead, and have your feast."

Pitch darkness engulfed the sky, the city bustling with all sorts of noises and the road heavy with passing vehicles, crowds roaming around the street and alleys.

Walking down the street with your succubus' aura oozing too much with the hot crimson dress hugging your figure had all eyes regardless of gender thirsting over you, even though you didn't try that hard. You smirked at that, you never fail to make them fall for you anyways; asking you for a date that you very well know what it leads to, you politely declined them as your appetite has gone to the drain for no reason.

Pushing the glass door opened, the chill air inside the shop enveloped your bare arms—blending with the red dust particles around your body, replacing the crimson dress hugging you hips into a plain blue shirt with a full covered cardigan and a black skirt.

"(Name)! What are you doing so late outside, don't you have no idea how dangerous it is?!" The old lady with the round glasses on top of her nose, smacked your shoulders with a long sigh.

"Gosh, aunt. Nothing to worry about, I took the cab."

"Still! That's no excuse, didn't you hear that a pervert is roaming around the neighbourhood and a few female students have gone missing?!"

You shook your head in amusement, letting her rant on and on. Oblivious she was to your real identity, as you had kept it as a secret for a couple of years already, moulding your human skin to that of a simple human girl. You tied up your hair to a messy bun, putting your apron on as you went to your daily routine.

Arranging the costumes.

This place belongs to the aunt who had scolded you a moment ago, it's a shop that stood upon the business of embroidering all sorts of costumes or cosplays. It stood firm before the busy street, customers spilling in and out from the entrance every single day as soon as the sun rises. You surely weren't the only worker here, as there are other three that weren't currently present. None of them knew your real form.

It has been nearly a thousand years after you've been banished from heaven, looking back to the night sky—you snickered at memory flashing through your mind; of your fragile form weeping on the heaven's holy entrance. Not that it's important anymore, but surely it's chaos above there isn't? A lot more chaos, you wish rather than pray, for what is there use to pray when the gods above loathed your very existence.

You loathe them too, tremendously even, for what did have they done but threw you out? They didn’t even bother to hear any words from your lips, only sealing it with their powers that you’ve come to hated so much.

The bell rang slightly, unnoticed by you since you were in your thoughts, and your hands weaving the threads altogether. A couple of light taps on the counter had your attention, turning your head to the customer. “Oh- welcome to-”

A bright, prince charming of an image stood before you, taking your breath away instantly as you stuttered along each word you uttered. “What can I help you with, sir?” suppressing the inner smirk threatening to raise the corners of your lips, he sure is damn dashing as hell enough for you to feed on later.

“Um, hi.” He paused, his eyes looking away every couple of seconds. You obviously can see how struck he was at you, by your charms and so on. You wish you could grab a popcorn as you watch his eyelashes fluttering and the roses dusted on his cheeks. “I-ah, cosplay? I had a halloween party this weekend, so I would like to have some customised angel costumes for me and my friends.”

Angel. How cute. He wants to cosplay as an angel? You snickered at that particular word, sure he does look dashing enough to resemble an angel but you sure hope that he atleast doesn’t possess the filthy traits that one particular god had.

“Sure, is there anything you would like to add on your costumes?”

You guided him through the boxes filled with dozens varieties of materials, and you watched him as he took his time in each one of them with the notes flipped open on your hand and a pen on your other, you didn’t need it all, to be honest. Names, words, places and every word you heard are fully ingrained in your mind, never to be forgotten once uttered. That’s why, you had so much trouble with the downside of this ability despite the wonders of it. But the veil of deception you lifted upon you are to be carefully and meticulously tweaked to utter perfection, what is there to complain anyways?

You caught him stealing a few glances at you, a bit amused at his childish actions—you approached him as you wore the seductive smile on your lips. “Is there anything you want help with, sir?” Oh, how bad you want to take him right now. But darkness hasn’t enveloped the sky, and it would be inappropriate to the owner of this shop. Huh? You held the need to laugh at the word, “inappropriate” as if there's anything “appropriate” left in you though?

“See, I’m only asking this since.. Never mind.” he voiced out.

“Go ahead, sir. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Would you like to be my partner to the party?”

Sure, why not? You happily agreed to his request without any hesitation, what is there hit around the bush for nothing? That ain’t your style; first come, first serve—the golden rules remain the same no matter how many a thousand years had passed.

Yet..

"M-mister, I haven't done nothing, have I? P-please don't hurt me! I'm only a weak girl! There's nothing I could have done to anger you, did I?!" Your arm accidentally slid on the edge of the table, causing you to drop to your knees. Letting out a yelp in the process, your eyes begun tearing up. Lips trembling, you shook your head. "Who are you two?!"

The bustling noises of Halloween party oddly turn into a piercing silence of nothing, all the sounds of life had flee away from the space and only you remain. An ability that you recognise from someone in particular, someone that belongs to a particular kind of creature.

"Quit your act, we know who you are." Sunghoon approached you, the man who is supposedly your customer that asked you to be his partner a week ago. "Lady Succubus, isn't?"

An excruciating silence engulfed a couple of seconds after he uttered those words.

"Ugh, what a bummer. Let me act for a little awhile, yeah?" Your weeping face was replaced with amusement, a low disinterested tone enveloping your voice as you wiped off the tears from the corners of your eyes, getting up on your feet you did as you lazily look at their way. "Angels? It's been awhile since I saw one. I thought they had given up on tying me down. But.." pausing in getting a better look at the two.

They remained silent, not uttering anything yet highly alerted at your presence which has you a tad bit annoyed but after awhile—curiosity arises inside you which had you wondered how many did the angels did the gods sent to you this time? What kind of rules do they had amongst each other or who had the upper hand or who was the weakest?

"—didn't know the gods had such adorable baby angels with them?" You shrugged. "Couldn't they send a much bigger one with muscles or something.. but I'm not complaining."

“B-baby angels?!” Sunoo scoffed in return, “Please, for your information, we’re almost a thousand year old.”

“A thousand years?” Tapping your tongue inside your cheek, you winked at them. "Dom, or sub?"

Taken aback at your bold flirty gesture, Sunoo shook his head along with Sunghoon, tilting his head downwards in attempts to cover the light blush on his cheeks, whispering. "Ugh, she's so-"

‘Why are you even blushing?! Take control of yourself, you’re a high ranking angel!’

‘I know, I know!’ Sunoo screamed telepathically at Jay who interrupted him.

"We're here to capture you, I believe there's nothing to say anymore." said Sunghoon.

"Aw, baby boys like you are gonna do what? Capture me? Might as well tie me down with some rope or something?"

“That’s what we intended to do, actually.” Sunghoon lifted his index finger, taking one last look at Sunoo. "Bound her to the holy tower."

A neon blue light engraved in the speed of light on the ground, patterns of whom you recognised forms into chains and flew out from the ground before your very eyes, entangling your wrist and your neck in a thick metal collar which tightens almost immediately at your resistance.

"Tsk, this is not the rope I was asking for though. But how cute, you think this could do anything to me?" you snapped your thumb against your index finger, particles of crimson dust emerging from the tips—forming into a giant dust creatures that flew around their form, the horrendous long fingers of those creatures tightened around their neck which causes their spell to lose it’s activation on your form.

Something flashes across your line of vision, before you could react—a man in a white shirt and pants, black slicked hair and a tall frame hovering yours—raises his hand up the air, slapping your right cheek that it caused your line of vision pointing towards the ground.

Wiping the blood on the corner of your lip, you scoffed as your eyes fell on the man, seemingly unfazed. "You hit like a bitch, try harder."

Your words alone had his eyebrows twitching in utter annoyance, “I could hit you harder, brat. Sluts like you–”

“Oh, I didn’t know the recent generations of angels got such a feisty tongue. And how so? I’d prefer it... in another way tho.” Your words dusted off cherry hues on the boy's fair cheeks. "Aw, are you blushing?"

“Blushing for a slut like you? The goddesses above are more worthy than you who use such words in order to gain the favour of men.”

"Taking such tremendous pride in your status as an angel, what an awful thing to do."

"Unlike you, who are ungrateful. Drenching yourself in filth despite being given the opportunity by the gods to cultivate yourself to the highest rank of angels, that's what I call an idiot would only do." Jay raised his eyebrow.

You licked your tongues against your fangs, amusement laced in your voice. "A feisty angel indeed, what kind of training did they put you on to be this harsh? Why don't you come to me and see that I can do better?"

"You're nothing but filth, I would never lay my hand on you. Look at yourself."

"Ouch, am I supposed to get offended?" You raised your eyebrow at the boy whose piercing gaze never ceases. "Try harder."

"Quit reasoning with her, Jay." Jungwon appeared behind him, placing his palms on Jay's back. "She's a powerful succubus, remember. Stick with the mission."

"Fine." never breaking his glare at your soul, “No one’s going to save you anyways.”

Forming their hands into patterns were ultimately interrupted with a smoke emerging right before their eyes, your silhouette appearing out of it causing Jay's eyes to widened and his lips hanging apart by the close proximity between you and him; your nose almost brushing against his.

"Cinderella's dead, everybody." You muttered with a bored look on your face, clapping your palms together as you gaze deep into his soul. “Bold of you to assume that she’s still alive.”

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