#alayers

[mrskokushibo]

Warnings: Sex, Smut, NSFW, MDNI, 18+, Funny

Summary: It gets both steamy and funny when you manage to rile up Sanemi. And the man really has a short fuse. Modern AU.

A/N: For all you MHA fans, you are welcome to replace Sanemi with aged-up Bakugo. I can almost hear his voice in Sanemi's lines.

Masterlist

The afternoon was going well until you made the fatal decision to go to the arcade. It was ages since you both last been and the silly in you wanted to try if it was as much fun as you remembered it to be. At first, Sanemi was enjoying himself but very soon things went south. You were winning, time after time, beginner luck at first, but when your winning streak continued, he was no longer able to contain his frustration.

‘This shit is rigged. How the fuck can you be winning all the time?’

You laughed impulsively.

‘Seriously Nemi, how can it be rigged? Do you think I am in cahoots with the owner?’

Your grin became vicious and you lowered your voice into a conspiratorial whisper while leaning closer to him.

‘Maybe I slept with him to get ahead?’ You followed this with a wink.

He was not amused. He glared at you pursing his lips and continued the game.

‘Fuck. How do you do it?’ He almost growled out after losing yet again.

You shrugged and gave him an innocent but triumphant smile, and even did a little victory dance. And…you shouldn’t have.

‘Enough! We are going. This was not a good idea and I am not coming back here again.’

You giggled and put your hand into his as you began walking out of the noisy arcade.

The cool evening air and your mild hand softened his mood and by the time you came back home, he was seemingly fine. But, once on the sofa, his eyes flared up in vicious intent.

‘Let’s play Battlefield. I bet you can’t beat me there.’

It was his favourite online shooter that you only played a handful of times. You did not take to it and, to be honest, you weren't interested in gaming that much anyway.

‘Yeah, whatever. But don’t you just want to watch a movie and cuddle?’ You asked with a flirtatious smile.

‘We can do that later.’ He was already pulling out the controllers and logging in to the online portal.

He passed you the controller and a few moments later you were moving through a village in the middle of a desert, first-person view of your surroundings, trying to avoid or shoot the enemy. For each time Sanemi got shot and revived, you stayed alive and kicking. When you quickly glanced at him, his jaw was tensed and his eyes had that half-insane focused look in them.

‘Nemi, you are taking this far too seriously.’

‘This is serious.’ He barked out, which caused you to burst out laughing.

He paused the game and looked at you. A long, drawn-out, crazy stare. “If looks could kill” was probably the best description of what was being projected from his light-purple pupils.

‘Relax, babe.’ You put your hand on his thigh and began riding up to his groin. ‘Let me help you.’

You cooed and started rubbing him through his jeans, the bulge slowly growing from your treatment. He was alternating staring at you and down at your hand.

‘Do you really think I am some primitive gorilla that can be pacified with sex?’ He was seething with increasing irritation.

‘No, of course not, I don’t think that. Why would I?’ You cocked your head and smiled, biting your lip while continuing to rub his now quite prominent hardness.

‘Fuck you.’

‘Yes, fuck me, Nemi… ‘

This was followed by a moment of silence after which he suddenly growled quietly and flipped you over on your stomach.

‘Alright, I will fuck you. But don’t say you didn’t ask for it. Because I don’t intend on holding back.’

You bit your lip in anticipation. You liked it when he was rough, but it would probably piss him off even more to know that right now you wanted him to be exactly that, heavy-handed. So instead, you just lay still, tiny, pinching, shivers running down your spine as his hands touched your ass and began pulling up your skirt. 

His hand disappeared momentarily, and the sound of his zipper being pulled down sent even more electricity up your spine. He grunted as you could hear him get up and pull down his trousers. And then he was back at you, slapping your ass repeatedly, you moaning in response.

‘Now, bitch, I will show you who is boss here.’ He rubbed you to excessive wetness and began pressing his cock into you, without much consideration for positioning himself properly. He was too eager to be tough.

‘Nemi, that’s my other hole. You need to reposition.’

‘Argh! You don’t need to tell me what to do. I know what I am doing.’

He shifted and slammed into you, missing your opening entirely and burrowing himself into the sofa. He was so consumed with the combination of rage and arousal that he managed to give the sofa a few hard thrusts.

‘Babe, you are not inside.’

‘Stop talking. I know I am not.’

‘Should I assist you? In finding the hole? It’s like pinball, you know..’ You giggled. You could not help yourself to make the arcade allusion, because his reactions were simply too entertaining.

‘Do you think I’m funny, huh? Let’s see if you think this is funny then.’

This time around, he pumped his fingers into your pussy, positioned himself correctly, and slammed into you causing you to gasp.

 ‘How do you like this?’

‘I like it.’

His bare teeth were now grazing up your back and finished up on the side of your neck, the proximity of his warm, strong body causing you to clench a little extra. His breath was near your mouth and he hissed in a raspy voice:

‘Brace yourself, fuckdoll.’ You loved it when he called you that.

He kept his proximity to you and started to hammer his hips into the softness of your ass. You were a little shaken as his pace increased. Your breath started to sync with his thrusts, but he kept it up so fast you were left gasping for air. He pushed deeper and harder until you were whimpering from his force.

He then pushed the whole length of his cock into you, and you could feel the head pushing at your cervix. The pain and pleasure sent shivers throughout your body. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably now, and you could feel your pussy start to gush. He continued his thrusting as if you weren't even there. Your knees were about to buckle, but he pulled you up again by the waist, his fingers digging into your flesh, and started his relentless thrusting once again.

You could barely breathe, and you were starting to see stars, the only sounds you could hear were your own heartbeat, his ragged breathing, and the sound of his cock driving into your soaked pussy. You started to lose consciousness, your vision narrowing to a point.

‘Nemi, I’m coming.’ You whimpered out as the familiar feeling of needing to pee was turning into a full-blown climax accompanied by your pussy gushing like a fountain.

As you slipped into a blissful abyss, his cock finally erupted and released the thick, white cum that had been building up. It coated your womb and dripped out onto the sofa. His breathing started to slow down, and he released his grip on your waist. Your legs gave out, and you slumped forward, resting your head on the soft cushions.

He grabbed his sweatshirt off the floor and cleaned himself and your leaking pussy. He then pulled you upright and wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning his head on your shoulder. You placed a hand on his head and caressed his hair.

‘Are you calm again now, my dear?’ You whispered into his ear.

‘I was never agitated. What are you implying? That I lost control?’ Irritation was beginning to simmer up in him again. You let out a giggle. You could feel him tense up behind you, and his hands went for your throat. You tried to get away, but his grip tightened.

'What's so funny, hmm?'

You struggled to get out a few words. 'Nemi...please.' You begged.

'Please what, slut?' He replied, his grip getting tighter.

Your head was going fuzzy again, but his grip was not tight enough to make you black out. He was not a monster, after all, and besides, you did enjoy it, your juices running down your leg from his grip on your delicate flesh. You felt his cock growing stiff again. He really was insatiable. He let go of your throat and turned you around. He sat down on the sofa and pulled you into his lap.

'Now, we need to get a few things straight, doll. If I am going to continue to put with you, then you are going to need to understand that I am the one in control here, do you understand?' This was his usual way of asserting himself, that never really worked on you other than make your pussy drip.

‘Just like you were in control of the game controllers just a moment ago?’ You giggled while grabbing his cock and lowering your full weight onto him.

He could no longer keep up the tough façade, the cracks showing by a playful spark appearing in his eyes. He laughed through closed lips and shrugged.

‘Yeah…just like that. Well, I guess we both know that you are the boss here, my kitten.’ He groaned as you began riding him. And this was the beginning of a long, adrenaline-fueled night filled with sensual and passionate sex. Lesson learned? Annoying Sanemi was well worth it.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Hope I can make you laugh with this oldie but goodie. Imagine Bakugo instead of Nemi 😅 @doumadono @crystalwolfblog

[omi-papus]

In very small fandoms especially, you have a couple of terms or phrases that everyone uses, and then you find that one fic that youre like, “Oh this is where they got it from.

I love when you’re reading multiple fics by the same author and you start to spot all the phrases and adjectives they like to use

[paraintheworld]

Moist video!

[saphiealtrecovery]

Title: Luna (Lou Lou)

Sweet child of mine,

I can't wait to meet you,

I'm bettering myself for you,

You gave my life meaning, my life purpose,

I'm doing this all just for you,

And I regret nothing,

I will always give my all for you little one.

[mad-who-ra]

Your intuitions are on point im afraid youll find me now. ok ill stop flirting now.

Zop re, ja.

[tracyorama]

I usually just block whoever says this to me

[mikeladano]

Instaspam 2

“Alaye” is a code word in the scam community, meaning “powerful person”.  Instagram scammers from Nigeria use it to identify themselves to one another.  In the screenshot below you can see one person throw the word at me, and when I responded with the same, they admitted they’re a hustler.  This is the second such admission I received when using the code word. You might also see a couple other…

[omi-papus]

Tragic for real. Im on the alone together train. Hello drowning endless pain in eachothers warmth, loosing track of where you end and I start until we lay down together and go to sleep for eternity. We can only hope we will make an interesting fossil for others to find.

One thing that kills me about Alyou is that for their relationship to develop you kind of have to address and utilize the isolation that goes unsaid in the game.

Like, we know Robin isn’t some social outcast. She enjoyed her work and was pretty outgoing. The only live interaction we get to see with another human is with Hal where he says she’ll be missed. She quite literally abandons everything to investigate Sam’s death on a harsh alien planet on the far reaches of the galaxy. She chooses to make herself an outcast. Anyone close to her that hears that is counting the days before she’s assumed dead and missing.

Al-an on the other hand is actively seeking his own people. The entire game is him looking for the other precursors, a goal we can only assume extends well beyond the game. Of which for Robin we can only assume two outcomes: they find the architects within her lifespan or they don’t.

If they do find the architects, how does their relationship fair? Does Robin get sent back to human civilization a hero to architects but a nobody to her own people? There’s no guarantee if she wrote about the precursors anyone would even believe her. Or, doing so makes her and the architects a target for Alterra. There’s no guarantee she’d ever be able to find a job she loved ever again, or, best case scenario her writings about the species make her famous. What then? Sure she might have money and fame, but she’ll no doubt never be able to talk to Al-an again with loads of questions still unanswered.

But what if Robin brings Al-an with her back to the human world? She doesn’t seem to have a lot of faith in humans not acting terrible, trying everything from putting him in a cage to keeping him as a trophy. He might get a kick out of being a science subject at first, but we know he’s not quick to make friends. Maybe he shares some advancements with the humans? If he trusts them that is.

The same goes in reverse in what if Robin stays for some time with architect society? They’d no doubt want to learn everything they could about humans resources willing. However it took Al-an a whole game to understand the nuances of human socialization before they even let him near one. I can’t imagine Robin being comfortable in a whole society full of very tall, very advanced, and very nosey aliens. Best case scenario Al-an shares his etiquette and respect with the other architects or they mostly ignore her. Even with this outcome Robin is still in a world not built for her in mind. She can still make friends with the architects, but they’d no doubt feel clinically asocial.

Then of course the third option, both are fully isolated. They neither find the architects and Robin chooses not to return to human civilization. They both have eachother to keep company, but they’ll always be alone. Humans are designed to seek other humans, and architects no doubt feel the same being social creatures. Sure one another might be “good enough” but there will always be that unmistakable feeling of solitude. Alone together, till one of them dies.

Then what? Does the other move on, driven purely by their desire for scientific conquest on the far reaches of the stars? Adopt a pet and live their life alone like Maida?

The closest thing to a perfect ending is that both the architects are alive and Robin chooses to return to human civilization, but both species are able to build a good working relationship. Both Al-an and Robin are regarded as heroes on both sides and still have the ability to talk every once in awhile. It would be really neat to see precursors join the supporting cast for subnautica 2, being our access port for advanced tech. But then us Rob-an shippers have to face the idea that their relationship would probably end with just friendship or both would still be ostracized for being weirdos

In any solution though there has to be some compromise. A perfect ending isn’t necessarily possible.

This is why I think Alyou should officially be classified as tragic yuri send tweet

[mochi-can-draw]

i often neglect alaye. so for her birthday this year i decided to do something a little more intense than usual. animating hair and skirts is hard. remembering alaye's hair is meant to be a side part is harder. but finally, i draw her with her signature weapon: gun

[omi-papus]

The thing about listening to Mitskis “I bet on loosing dogs” while thinking of Alayou is that you can never quite decide who is Mitski and who is the dog and I think thats beautiful

[toskarin]

alright I got the alaye, game's up, I flew too close to the sun with pretending not to understand whatsapp

[omi-papus]

Oh btw if anyone who follows me cares about this fic (You should) This is the deal.

Wounding chapter 15

Considering it's been almost 2 months since an update, I figured I should disclose why.

Chapter 15 of Wounding is taking seventy-eight fucking years because it's going through a portion of the game that I genuinely did not find appealing.

My method for writing Wounding is to play through the game as organically as possible, noting how the weather changes, what dangers I encounter when I play, etc. It helps me tie the game into the story, which is something I wanted to go from the very beginning. And I've really enjoyed that, because even through SBZ isn't as great as Subnautica for me personally, it's still a game that I like to play.

Except for the segment of the game when you're in the Artic Spires.

Dealing with the ice worms as well as the arguably horribly confusing level design while trying to play it "organically" and put it into the framing of the story is unbelievably difficult. Especially when it's a portion of the game that I have very little interest in, leading to a disinterest in writing anything as a whole.

Thinking that it's been two months since an update genuinely hurts me. I hate taking long hiatuses between chapter updates, and wish that I had planned ahead to make sure that it didn't happen. I like to write my chapters ahead so I can keep a consistent posting schedule, but Wounding got away from me.

Come hell or high water I am going to get the chapter out, even if I'm unhappy with it, and get the story progressing towards the end. It just might take a little while longer.

[big-low-t]

My Hot Date With A Bot

(Secondary Title: Where is my Pasta?)

I was bored out of my mind when a spam bot @4julia messaged me. This is the conversation we had. I love her long time. My words are in blue. If you are bored out of your skull have a read.

Hello Tim !!

Who are you and where did my pasta go?

Sorry, you got me misunderstanding what you trying to say.

Where is my macaroni and cheese? Who sent you?

Lol ?. Did you make an order?

Charges fee?

Or should I say delivery fee??

No, the bowl was sitting right beside me. I see a bunch of cleavage pictures on your tumblr page and then the bowl of macaroni was gone. Is the bowl stuck in between your breasts?

You got me there handsome. That some hard lines you used though.

Look, I'm hungry, I just want my macaroni and cheese back.

If you don't have my macaroni then why are you here? What do you want from me?

Good friends. Like close friends. Are you not good with this?

Good friends don't usually start out by stealing someone's pasta. What will you do to prove you are sorry and really a friend?

I knew it.

Why would I steal your pasta very strange you know?

Maybe you were hungry

Funny you. For the record, I never did anything like that before ok.

So this is the first time you stole a bowl of pasta? Maybe I should be honored that you chose me.

The pleasure is all mine handsome.

You keep calling me handsome and I might make you some more pasta. You make me blush.

If you don't I would love to know you well as a friend if you are good with this though.

I make a pretty good mac and cheese, I'm not going to lie. Everything else I do is a failure. But hey, I've always got my pasta, and this special night with you!

Smile. That's sweet of you though I can't wait to have that with you though.

Do you mind for me to know you more as a friend?

Well, I have to tell you that I snort loudly sometimes when I get excited. I sound a bit like pigs mating. Is that OK?

You are funny ? handsome. That's cool though don't have an issue with that.

Where are you from?

I live in Nigeria

Nigeria? Is that Africa?

Not heard a country name like that.

Yes! I love it here. I got to see an elephant one time. Where are you from babydollcleavagegirl?

Can elaborate more for me

San Francisco

Can I get a picture of you?

Is that in the United States of America? I hear they have a lot of guns and fake boobs.

Yeah. But not everyone

So tell me more about where you from

Do they say "howdy" a lot there? And do you have a gun?

And also try sending me a picture of yours.

This is a picture of me

Yes of course.

Why are you saying you are from Nigeria alaye Then?

Because my parents moved here when I was just a little handsome boy

And where are you now?

Still here

Nigeria?

Yes

What is the country like then

Where in Nigeria do you stay?

Alaye are you there?

It is a pretty country. Lots of wildlife places, some pretty waterfalls. I kissed a girl beside a waterfall. She was cute

She never took my pasta either

I live in Lagos, a city on the south coast of Nigeria

So what city are you in?

Where precisely?

What do you do for a living?

I'm not going to tell you exactly... you might come and take more of my pasta!

Can you send me a selfie of you at this moment?

I can not, I am in my pajamas now.

Just checked the time on Google it's kinda late and yet you're still up??

When you live a life like mine, time means nothing.

Just a selfie not all your body.

So what kind of life is that?

Are you trying to see my special tool? I don't show people that!

What kind of life are you living?

You don't really have an American accent. Are you sure you are in San Francrisco?

What do you do for all the living?

I make and sell pasta.

Why do I have the feeling that am talking to a dark dude?

A what?

Where is your shop located?

We all have a dark side, babydollsweety

I bet you do, too

A dark dude. Using someone else picture?

So you steal my macaroni and now you don't trust me?????

Please I did not.

I can't believe our friendship is on the rocks already. I had feelings for you. Your cleavage picture so hot.

I just have these feelings. Cause I heard the economy is very bad down there

I had feelings too, and you stomped all over them, stole my pasta and now you just broke my heart. I have tears now. Very many.

I also have feelings for you. I just felt you not being honest with me at all.

Please I did not take your pasta.

I wanted to fly to San Francoamerica and make sweet love to you on that big bridge

Then prove me wrong then.

We can still make that come through.

I'm going to go cry now, I feel we have drifted apart lately. Good luck finding a better man than me. It won't be too hard.

Just prove to me you are real that is all I am asking from you.

I won't let you see my cry. I must now say goodbye

You just don't understand me.

I'll never forget the time we shared and how you stole my pasta

Take care baby doll sweet cake love muffin

You taking this the wrong way.

Please leave me, I am sad now

You deserve better

Please stop with this pasta

It's just a question

Why are you making be like it's a big deal?

I must go bye now. Be careful out there. I hear there are a lot of people that will try to scam you out of your money.

You are not just getting what have been trying to tell you.

And you are not getting anymore of my pasta! Go away please, I am now extra sad.

🤦‍♀️

[saphiealtrecovery]

??

[americanghoststories]

It was beautiful that fine fall day at the Van Buren, Arkansas, train station. Charles Tolson and his acting troupe had just finished up a successful run at the King Opera House and were preparing to head to their next town. As Tolson separated from the group and stepped up to the ticket counter, Dr. William Parchman stepped out of the depot and called his name.

Dr. Parchman was a well-respected member of the Van Buren community, the doctor everyone would turn to. He was also a father, and just a wee bit overprotective of his 17-year-old daughter, Alaye. That would be his undoing. For the very night before, a traveling vinegar salesman put it into his head that Alaye and Tolson had been having a…well, how to put this delicately…let’s just say that the two had an arrangement. What’s more, the vinegar-tongued devil said, Alaye was planning to run away with Tolson as the troupe left town. The doctor was not going to let this go unanswered.

Which brings us back to the railroad platform. As Dr. Parchman called Tolson’s name, he drew his .44 caliber revolver and opened fire. And promptly missed. Tolson did what any of us would do in the situation – he turned and ran like Hell.

The doctor fired again, this time striking Tolson in the hip. That shot spun the actor around in time for the doctor to fire a third time. This last bullet struck Tolson’s watch before burrowing deep into his chest. As the actor fell, the doctor calmly turned around and walked away.

Tolson was grievously wounded, but still very much alive. The troupe and other bystanders got him onto the train that rushed him to the next station, Fort Smith – you know, so he could be treated by a doctor that hadn’t just tried to kill him. He succumbed to his wounds a short time later.

Well of course they arrested Dr. Parchman, and of course they put him on trial for murder. It was an open and shut case. After all, he’d gunned the actor down in cold blood, in broad daylight, in front of dozens of witnesses. Including Tolson’s wife. So, it should come as no surprise that after a brief deliberation, the jury returned their verdict.

Not guilty.

Yeah, I’m not even going to go there on that one.

One absolute truth is, an actor’s love for the stage never dies. Perhaps that’s why Charles Tolson continues to return to the King Opera House, the scene of his last triumphant performance, night after night. Many have heard his footsteps as he treads the boards once more, or have heard the distinct sounds of props and scenery moving, even though nothing moves. Many more have seen the theater’s seats move on their own, or witnessed the stage lights going on and off, or changing focus, without anyone operating them.

The King Opera House is still in operation, hosting a great line-up of film and stage productions. You should check it out if you’re ever in Van Buren. And when you go, be sure to say “Hello” to Charles. https://kingoperahouse.com/

[you-need-not-apply]

Alaye je chhamen raazi aa Alaye je kainsan raazi aa Koi raja ko fakeer Baazigar ji baazi aa

FUCK i dont know this one