#also - context: i don’t think he’s a dick for not meeting me at places

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╰┈➤ the point (e) - tbaw. ⋙ an alternate version of chapter 29 where jean and reader's conversation takes place in eren's special spot and things get a little spicy.

why was it deleted. it didn't make sense. there was no reason why reader/jean would hook up at the point aside from making eren miserable lol smut at this point in the story also didn't totally make sense to me and i didn't like how reader initiated it and i didn't like some of the things that happened (from a plot-perspective), so if i wanted to keep it, it would've needed major re-writes anyway. also i think i wrote this with one hand because it is so FILTHY ahhhhhhhhh writing up the content warnings made me blush. this is completely self-indulgent, i'm sorry, i can't be normal about this man. what changed. instead of inviting jean over to reiner's, reader tells jean to pick her up. ft. fem!reader, jean. cw. unedited, fem!reader, explicit language, explicit sexual content (mutual masturbation, fingering, handjob, "just the tip", creampie, cum-eating, oral, face-sitting, ass-eating, vaginal sex, dirty talk, rough sex, light choking, dacryphillia, degradation/name-calling: fuck toy, a bit of ass-play but not anal, multiple orgasms, potential dub-con in the beginning, almost fisting?? 4 fingers, mini-facial, overstimulation, jean kirstein has a big dick). 6,388 words.

Please remember that this scene was deleted for a reason and that nothing that happens here occurs in the actual story posted on AO3. This is just fun bonus content for people who are interested in reading more.

context. After work, Jean picks up Reader and she gives him directions to The Point, Eren's special spot.

He squeezes your hand tightly, shifting his gaze away from your face and out the front windshield of his car. “I don’t want to lose you as a friend.”

“You won’t,” you insist, leaning forward in your seat. “No matter what, I promise, we will always be friends.”

Jean turns back to face you, leaning forward until his forearm is resting on the centre console. His eyes waver from your eyes to your lips and back again, and you watch his throat bobbing as he swallows. “I miss you,” he says quietly. “I miss you so fucking much.”

“I haven’t gone anywhere, dummy,” you whisper as your eyes flutter shut, both of you leaning forward until your lips meet and -- fuck -- you missed this.

You missed the way his lips move against yours and the way his stubble scratches your face. You missed the way his tongue swipes across your lip before diving into your mouth and the way his hand cups your face to pull you tighter into him.

You find yourself moaning into the kiss as he presses forward, body leaning awkwardly across the console. He tugs you closer to him with his firm hand on the back of your head, deepening the kiss as you clutch at his shirt. 

Jean pulls away suddenly, sitting back against his seat and running both hands through his hair. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” you ask, annoyed. 

“I didn’t bring you here to hook up -- I wanted to sort things out. I just wanted to talk to you and apologize but now…” he gestures vaguely to his lap and you laugh. 

You’re not sure what’s come over you all of a sudden, it’s like you’re in a daze. You want Jean, desperately. After getting a taste of what it’s like to be intimate with him, you feel like you can’t get enough. Even though you know this is a bad idea, it’s like you can’t control yourself.

You reach across the centre console to press your hand on his thigh and he sits up quickly in his seat as you palm at him through his dress pants. He groans, covering his eyes with his palm, “I don’t think we should do this if we’re both all fucked up,” he says as his hips buck against your touch. “I feel like we haven’t resolved anything.”

Jean’s breath hitches in his throat as you undo his belt, biting his lip as you drag his zipper down across his crotch. “Come on,” he says, although it sounds like more of a whimper. “We should talk.”

You slide your hand under the waist and of his underwear, gripping around his semi-hard cock as he squirms in his seat. You give him a few firm strokes before his other hand comes down around your wrist, stilling you. 

He hisses your name as his hand squeezes hard around your wrist and he lowers his other hand from his face to look over at you. “Are we good?”

“We’ve already talked to death,” you hum, brushing Jean’s hand away from you so you can continue your long, slow, strokes. “Everything’s out in the open now, right? We both know what’s going on in eachothers’ heads.”

“I guess,” he groans, head falling back against the headrest as he clenches his hands into fists at his sides. “I feel like we still have a lot to talk about.”

You start to jerk him a little faster as you feel him growing and hardening against your palm. “I think it will take more than just talking to figure this out.”

“Ok,” he says, voice strained. “What do I have to do?”

You can feel him throbbing in your hand as you stroke along his length, precum leaking from his tip. “I don’t know, Jean, but I think it’s going to be a long and hard road.”

He laughs, rolling his head to the side to look over at you and his eyes are dark and heavy. “Fuck, eh? What about fast and rough, too?”

Jean hisses when you run your thumb across his slit, smearing the precum across his head before continuing your strokes. You can feel your panties growing damp between your thighs as you watch Jean’s face flush in arousal.

“We shouldn’t do this,” he groans, biting his lip hard as you squeeze your hand around his cock.

“It’s ok,” you say, horny and desperate. “We can just touch each other. We don’t have to have sex. It’s just relief.”

Jean is already weak from the way your hand has been pumping around his dick, so it only takes the flimsiest of excuses to get him to cave in.

“Yeah -- shit -- ok. Sit on my lap, let me touch you.”

You don’t waste any time, scrambling over the centre console of his car as he slides his chair back to give you room to sit on his lap. You’re thankful you decided to wear a dress today when he pushes the fabric up around your waist with one hand as the other reaches down to rub you through your underwear.

“Shit, you’re already so wet,” he groans, breathing hard as he looks at you.

You laugh airly as you continue to jerk your hand along his cock. “Feeling you get hard in my hand -- feeling you grow, like that, was so fucking hot.”

He laughs too, tonguing his cheek as he looks at you, smug. “Yeah? You like feeling how hard I get for you?”

Jean pushes his fingers gently against your entrance through the thin fabric of your underwear as the heel of his hand grinds into your clit. You try to respond to his question, but your words turn into a strangled moan.

“I like feeling how wet you get for me -- fucking soaked, eh?” he teases, still pushing against the resistance of the fabric. “Pretty little pussy just gets so wet for me,” he groans, eyes alight with mischief. “You ever squirt before?”

His question makes your whole body enflame in embarrassment and your hand stutter along his cock. “I -- what?”

“I said,” he laughs, “Have you ever squirted before?”

You shake your head in small, quick motions as your hips grind down against his hand. “Never.”

“Never,” he repeats, tsking. “I bet I could make you squirt.”

Your whole body trembles in a mixture of fear and anticipation as his eyes turn dark and predatory. He starts to gently push his fingertips inside of you, through the nylon of your underwear and it has you gasping and grinding down on him in need.

“Come on, keep touching me,” he urges, dropping his hand from your waist to grip around yours on his cock. You didn’t realize you had stopped moving until he pointed it out, you’re too lost from his lewd words and teasing fingers.

“Can’t focus, eh?” he laughs, hand wrapped around yours to help jerk himself off as his other hand keeps pushing into you. Your hand is so small wrapped in his and his pace is so much quicker -- tighter.

You pull your hand out from under his to grab at the hem of your dress, pulling it up over your head and tossing it off to the side. Jean’s hand instantly reaches to cup at your breast through your bra, biting his lip as he holds back a groan while you work on unbuttoning his shirt.

“Your tits are so nice,” he says, pinching at your nipple through the thin fabric. “Show me them.”

You follow his command immediately, hands reaching behind your back to unclip your bra before tossing it off to the side with your dress. Jean shrugs his shirt off his shoulders, removing his hand from your crotch just to toss his shirt into the backseat. He grins in excitement, thumb brushing across your already hardened nipple as his other hand finally slides into your underwear to cup at your bare pussy.

“So obedient,” he coos, pushing two fingers inside of you as you gasp against his chest, hands gripping tightly around his shoulders. “What else would you do for me?”

“Anything,” you gasp, grinding down on his hand. “Anything, Jean.”

“Then touch me,” he growls, eyes narrowing. “Don’t make me ask you again.”

You bring one hand up to your mouth, spitting into your palm before reaching down with both hands to grab at Jean’s cock. He groans in approval, head falling back against the headrest of his seat as his dick twitches against your palm.

“Shit, yeah, just like that,” he grunts, fingers pumping into your pussy at the same pace as your hands around his cock.

You let your eyes fall closed as the two of you fall into a rhythm with your motions, breathing hard like you’re suffocating as you imagine Jean’s thick veiny cock pushing inside of you instead. Your pussy squeezes around his fingers as you do and his hips jerk against you in response.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, eyes shut as he lets his head fill with lewd thoughts. “Tell me.”

“You,” you whimper, leaning forward to rest your forehead on his shoulder as Jean pushes a third finger into you. “Fucking you -- riding your cock until you make me cum. You’re so fucking big, Jean, I need you inside of me.”

His voice is just a low grumble when he responds. “Fuck -- I bet you’re so good at riding.”

“I’m so good,” you whimper as his hand falls from your breasts to your ass. “So good, Jean.”

“Yeah,” he pants, hips jerking against you as your hands squeeze tighter. “You’d make my cock so messy with this pussy.”

“Yes, yes,” you say mindlessly.

“Do you hear how fucking wet you are for me?” he groans, and you do -- you do, and it would be so embarrassing if Jean didn’t love it so much. “Fuck, I want to feel you squeezing like this around my cock.”

You lift your head from his shoulder to attack his lips. Your kiss is hungry -- messy -- just a tangle of lips and tongue and teeth as you try to devour one another in your lust-filled haze. Jean’s cock is spilling with precum, coating your hands as you jerk along his length and making you so fucking needy for him.

“Fuck me, Jean,” you whimper, barely pulling away to speak. “Please, I need you.”

You remove your hands from around his dick and push his hand away from you despite your body’s needy protests to stay filled. Shoving your underwear to the side, you lift your hips and angle Jean’s cock at your entrance. Just as you’re about to lower down on him, he fists around the head of his cock, stilling your descent.

“No, we can’t,” he groans, but the head of his cock is already buried inside of you and you’re squeezing him so fucking good, he’s not sure he can resist. “We can’t have sex.”

“Please, Jean,” you whine, grinding against his fist as you try to push as much of him inside of you as you can. Just the tip isn’t enough, but fuck, you’ll make it work if you have to. 

One hand grips tightly at his shoulder for stability as your other hand reaches down to rub needily at your clit. Your pussy pulses and squeezes around the head of Jean’s cock and his hips twitch in need.

“Fuck!” he groans, grabbing so hard at your ass that you know he’s going to leave bruises on your skin. “I’m already close, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“I want you to,” you pant, grinding down against his fist. “Please, Jean.”

He moves his grip from your hip to your shoulder, pushing you back until you're lying against the steering wheel. Then he slides his hand back down around your waist to hold you in place. 

“Don’t move,” he hisses and you nod obediently. 

Jean starts to jerk himself off roughly, keeping the tip of his cock inside of you as he grunts and groans. “Fuck, you look so hot,” he pants, eyes roaming across your body and biting his lip hard before spilling his cum into you with a shuddered gasp. 

You can feel each spurt as his cock twitches inside of you and it feels so hot and lewd and you want more. You trust that Jean will take care of you when he’s finished, so you just watch as his face, neck, and chest bloom dark red and his eyes scrunch shut from the pleasure of his orgasm. His mouth falls open into a perfect o-shape and you can’t help but clench around him at the sight. 

“Fuck,” he pants, pulling his cock out from inside of you. He lets you rest on his thighs as he throws his head back, running both hands through his hair to push the sweaty strands off of his face. “Sorry,” he breathes, hand reaching down to recline his seat fully until he’s laying back. 

“It’s ok,” you say, leaning forward to rest your hands on his chest as you feel his release sliding down your thighs.

He hooks both arms between your legs and around your thighs, suddenly pulling and dragging you up his body until you’re sitting on his chest. “Come on,” he says, voice low and husky, “Let me clean you up.”

Your body burns in embarrassment but you allow him to drag you further up his body until your hips are hovering just above his face. He shoves your underwear into the crease of your thigh and looks up at you. 

“Jean, are you—“

“Sit down,” he grunts and you lower your filthy pussy down onto his face. 

It’s so fucking sexy that you feel like you’re losing your mind. Jean’s tongue laps at your entrance, eating his cum out from inside of you and you can already feel your thighs shaking on either side of his head. 

His large hands grab at your waist, pulling you down hard against his face until you’re certain he can’t breathe, but he keeps going. Tonguing and sucking and moaning into you as he worships your pussy with his mouth. 

Trembling, you reach one hand down to fist around a handful of his hair while you press the palm of your other hand on the roof of the car, stabilizing yourself as your hips rock against his tongue. 

“Jesus Christ, Jean,” you whimper, eyes clenching shut as you feel the steady build of pleasure in your gut. 

Jean licks up to your clit, taking the swollen, aching nub into his mouth and sucking on it gently as you moan above him. He presses his tongue flat against it before gently shaking his head from side to side. 

“Ahh — fuck, Jean!” you cry, feeling your pleasure build and build as he moans against your skin. 

Jean’s eyes flutter open to look at you, watching you whining and whimpering above him with your head thrown back. Each noise you make makes all the blood in his head flow down to his cock. His hips buck up into nothing, desperate for stimulation as your tangy wetness lays heavy on his tongue. 

You’re literally riding his face at this point, your pussy smearing against his chin as you rock against his tongue, so eager — so fucking eager to cum for him. It’s making him absolutely feral for you and you can feel it in the way his blunt nails dig into your skin. 

Your whole body shakes when you finally cum, gasping and panting as you clench against his face, dripping more wetness against his chin as every nerve ending in your body explodes at once. Jean keeps his steady rhythm on your clit until each movement has you twitching and crying out from overstimulation. 

Pleased, but unsatisfied, Jean’s hands shift from your waist to your ass, spreading you open and grabbing the string of your thong to pull it aside. He slides your hips forward until his mouth is pressing sloppy, wet kisses against your asshole. 

“Jesus, Jean!” you cry out, hips involuntarily grinding down against his face. 

Jean starts with wet, open-mouth kisses first before you start to feel his warm, slick tongue pressing against your sensitive hole. Again and again, each kiss pushing his tongue against you until finally slipping past the tight muscle inside of your body. 

His grip on your body tightens as he pulls you tight against his face, tongue swirling inside of you as you writhe and cry out above him. Fuck — you’ve never had anyone eat your ass like this before and it’s so lewd and sexy and fuck, you should’ve expected this from Jean. 

Your grip around his hair tightens and he groans against your skin, tongue gently fucking inside of you as you whimper and squirm. It’s so hot you can’t even think, just feeling the burn of heat throughout your body and Jean’s fingers digging into the meat of your ass. You bring your hand down between your legs to swirl your fingers against your clit, eager to cum again on Jean’s face.

This orgasm is more intense than the last, your whole body pulsing with pleasure as you squeeze around Jean’s tongue. He groans in approval, pushing his tongue deep inside of you as you shake and cry above him. 

His movements slow to a stop as you fall forward, both hands gripping hard on to the headrest as you try to calm your spinning head. Jean gently shifts your hips back until you’re sitting on his chest and you make the mistake of looking down at his face. 

His entire face is flushed with arousal, the lower half slick and shining with your juices. His pupils are so blown-out that his eyes are just two dark pools of lust as he pants between your thighs. 

“Fuck,” he groans, leaning forward to sink his teeth gently into the meat of your inner thigh. “Do you want to keep going?”

You offer a jerky nod in response. You’re so lightheaded and weary but when Jean’s looking up at you like this, how could you say no?

You feel his palm shift on your ass until the pad of his middle finger is swirling against the puckered hole. “I wanna fuck your ass so bad,” he growls and the deep vibrations in his chest make you clench in anticipation. “You ever have anyone in here before?”

“No,” you say as he starts to apply a little pressure. 

He grins devilishly below you. “Yeah? This is a virgin ass?”

“Yes,” you whimper, eyes falling closed as he gently pushes against your tight ring. You want him so fucking bad, you feel delirious. Your hips are gently pushing back against his finger, body hot in anticipation of him sinking the slick digit into your virigin ass.

“Shit,” he hisses, removing the pressure and rubbing circles against the entrance. “Next time. When we have lube,” he says regretfully, tugging his lip between his teeth. “Then I’ll ruin this little hole with my fat cock.”

His words cause you to visibly shudder in anticipation, pressing your hands against his shoulders as you struggle to catch your breath. “Ok,” you say, swallowing thickly. “What now?”

Jean’s eyes glint with mischief as he drags your body back down into his lap, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist as he rolls over until you’re pinned beneath him. You love the way he just grabs you and throws you around like a little doll, knees pressing hard against his hips in anticipation as he looms above you. 

“I want to make it up to you for everything I said,” he says, leaning down to kiss along your jaw. “I want to show you how sorry I am,” the kisses trail down your neck, “Show you how much you mean to me,” across your collarbones, “I want you to forgive me.”

You breathe in stuttered gasps as his teeth sink into the soft skin in the curve between your neck and shoulder. He groans in approval, still holding you tight against his chest with one arm while the other hand pushes his dress pants down and off of his hips. The full weight of his body is pressing into you and it’s both suffocating and not enough, all at once.

After kicking his pants off, he brings his hand to your hip, rubbing up and down your thigh as he rolls his hips against yours. “I’m going to make you feel good,” he says, voice gruff against your skin. “So fucking good, ok?”

“Ok,” you whimper as his hand slides between your thighs. 

Jean unwraps his arm from around your waist to press his palm flat against the backrest of the chair, looking down at you as his fingers tease your entrance, your underwear is stretched completely out of shape and pulled off to the side. You’re already so slick and wet from spit and cum, so his hands slide easily up and down your folds, swirling around your clit. 

You whimper out his name when he pushes four of his long, thick fingers inside of you. He presses into the knuckle and your body practically sucks him in, squeezing tightly around his digits. 

Jean’s breathing hard above you as he gently pumps his fingers in and out of your wet heat. The sounds your body makes are lewd and sloppy, but all you can focus on is the steadily building pressure of another orgasm. 

“Close already?” he teases and you hide your face with both palms as your back arches off the seat. “You cum so fast for me, I love it.”

“Feels good,” your slur, whimpering into your hands. 

“You like it when I touch you?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?” he mimics, voice high and airy as his fingers pump and curl inside of you. 

“Yeah,” you repeat, voice just a shaky whimper as you clench your eyes shut. 

“I love watching you cum,” he grunts. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” you whine.

“Say it. What do you want?”

“I want you to make me cum,” you gasp as his fingers keep bullying that soft, sensitive spot on the front wall of your cunt.

“You want me to make you cum… what?” he taunts and you have to swallow thickly before you can speak again.

“Make me cum, Jean, please,” you beg.

Jean starts pumping his hand up and down, practically lifting your hips up with each movement as you squirm beneath him. Filling the car with the obscene wet sounds of his hand moving quickly inside of you as you twitch and writhe beneath him.

“Jean -- wait, wait -- I feel like --” you reach forward for him, grabbing hard at his arms as you whimper.

“Trust me, just relax,” he grunts, jaw tight as he continues his rough movements inside of you.

Fireworks explode in your gut and you cry out in pleasure, feeling dizzy and lightheaded as the wet sounds between your legs turn into splashing as liquid coats your thighs, your underwear, and Jean’s hand and arm.

“Fuck, yeah,” he groans, breathing hard above you as he watches you make a mess. “Squirt for me, just like that.”

Jean pulls his hand from inside of you, rubbing his palm across your sore, soaking pussy as your entire body throbs in pleasure. You can feel your hole twitching and gushing against his hand, but the firm pressure and heat of his palm against you helps calm your pounding heart.

“What the fuck?” you mumble, breathing hard. You open your eyes a crack to look up at Jean, who’s staring down at your with a cheeky grin as he cups your overstimulated pussy. “I’m sorry, did I just --?”

“Told you I could make you squirt,” he says, rolling his tongue against his cheek smugly as he looks down at your soaking thighs. “Fuck, that was so hot.”

“Jesus Christ, Jean,” you groan, loosening your grip on his arms to cover your burning face. Your entire body feels like it’s on fire but you’re still covered in goosebumps and shivering -- what the fuck did Jean just do to you?

“Do you need a break?” he asks, shifting above you. You feel his hard cock graze against your thigh and you feel the stir of arousal in your gut once more.

“Keep going,” you beg, voice just a shaky whimper as his palm presses harder against your clit. 

He nods in response, removing his hand to grab around his cock. You watch him pump your slick across his length, swallowing loudly as he lines himself up with your entrance.

“Still friends, right?” he asks, eyes flicking up to your face. Asking again, ridiculously, as if the line is drawn somewhere between stuffing his tongue in your ass and his cock in your cunt.

You nod frantically and watch as his eyes dart back down, watching your pussy stretch for him as he pushes inside of you. 

You’re so wet and messy from everything he’s done to you tonight that his cock slides in easily. Pushing against your tight walls as he stretches you open -- fills you completely with his length. Your jaw hangs open, watching him slide into you until his hips are pressed firmly against yours. You’ll never get over the feeling of Jean’s dick this deep inside of you -- like it’s about to come out your throat.

“Shit, you’re still so tight,” he groans, grinding his hips against yours gently, rocking back and forth in a way that has his hips sliding against your clit. “Even after all of that.”

You can only offer a breathless whimper in response, eyes brimming with tears from the feeling of your sore, overstimulated pussy pulsing around him. Jean raises his hands up to cup your face, pressing his forehead firmly against yours as his thumbs brush away the stray tears.

“Is it too much?” You shake your head gently but can’t seem to make any words form in your agape mouth. “Come on, talk to me.”

He stills completely inside of you and finally -- finally -- you feel like you can catch your breath. Jean pushes the sweaty strands of your hair as he looks down at you with concern. “We can stop.”

“I don’t want to stop,” you answer, throat hoarse. “Please keep going.”

“I’m going to break you,” he warns, but he can’t hide his excitement as his eyes light up. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you whimper, “Please.”

He bites his lip in a feeble attempt to hide his grin, “Ok. Whatever you say,” he hums. Jean presses his lips against yours softly and you barely have the strength to pucker against his mouth before he pulls away. 

“I’ll try to make this quick,” he says, pressing one palm against the seat while his other hooks your leg up on to his shoulder, gripping your thigh as he holds you close to his chest. “I’m just going to use you, ok?” He shifts his hands so that he can throw your other leg on to his shoulder, until you’re completely bent in half beneath him, knees pressed tightly against the seat next to your chest.

“Ok,” you squeak and his grin turns sinister.

Jean rocks his hips back and forth, pulling back as your pussy tries to suck him back in and then thrusting into you hard. His motions have your eyes rolling back into your head, but you still reach up to lace your fingers together behind his neck, tugging him closer into you and deeper inside.

“Fuck,” he growls, and he doesn’t sound like the same Jean you’ve known these past few years. “You’re just my little fuck toy, aren’t you?”

You moan louder in response, eyes falling shut as you feel his hand shift from your thigh to around your throat. He squeezes gently, not enough to make you feel lightheaded, but enough to make you feel like he could.

“I wanna stuff every single one of these fucking holes,” he grunts, fingers sliding up your chin until they’re hooked into your mouth, pressing hard against your tongue. His pace against you is punishing and you can already feel the steady build of another orgasm as your body clenches around him.

“Fuck, you like that, eh?” he asks, stuffing his fingers deeper into your mouth. “Gonna cum so hard for me -- do you even have anything left?”

He laughs when you whimper around his fingers, lips wrapping around them and tonguing the underside as you imagine it’s his cock in your mouth instead. He starts pumping his fingers in and out of your mouth, in tandem with the snapping of his hips.

“That’s my pretty girl,” he says, but he spits it like it’s an insult. “Fuck, you’re un-fucking-real, you know that?”

You try to open your eyes to look up at them, but they’re so filled with tears from Jean shoving his fingers down your throat that you can hardly see. You can hear him laughing again and -- fuck, he’s so mean but you love it.

Every thought in your head disappears when his hips start to fuck into you harder and faster. Your mouth hangs open as you moan in pleasure, drool spilling down your cheek when Jean pulls his fingers out. He leans down further, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling your head forward until your chin is pressed against your chest.

“Look at how fucking messy this pussy is for me,” he grunts, forcing you to look down between your bodies.

His cock is so thick as it plunges deep inside of you, spilling your wetness against your thighs when he pulls back covered in milky white. You can see the veins in his cock throbbing every time he fucks into you, his hips slapping against your thighs. You reach out with your hands to grab at his thighs, digging your nails into his skin as the lewd sight of Jean’s cock fucking you sends you completely over the edge.

You tremble underneath him, babbling out incoherently as you squeeze around his length. It’s messy and sloppy but -- fuck, it feels so good and all you can think about is the way his dick is pounding into your body, like you were made just to take his cock.

“Fuck,” he hisses, each breath coming out in stuttered pants as he tries to fuck into the tight pulsing walls of your pussy. “Shit, I’m gonna cum.”

You’re unable to form a single word as your body trembles beneath him. So fucking overstimulated and overwhelmed that you don’t even feel like you’re on this planet anymore, grounded only by the tugging of Jean’s hand on your hair.

He pulls out suddenly, cock falling heavy on your stomach as your legs fall on either side of him, and he doesn’t even need to touch himself before his cock is spitting out thick ropes of cum across your breasts and stomach. A few of the spurts of his cum shoot out with such force that they paint part of your face. Jean moans loudly with each pulse as his cock twitches against you until it’s is just drooling the last of his cum from the tip.

You’re both panting like you just finished sprinting a marathon, chests heaving as you struggle to fill your lungs with air. The car is so hot and humid from your body heat, windows fogged completely, and you’re certain that Jean’s leather seat is ruined from all of the cum, sweat, tears, and squirt that’s coating it.

“Shit,” Jean groans, releasing his punishing grip on your hair to reach down for his cock. He gives it a few final strokes before he slides his hand under your lower back, and rolls with you until you’re laying on top of him.

You move your palms to his chest as he wraps his arm tightly around your waist and you can feel the heavy pounding of his heart in his chest. “Shit,” he repeats, running his free hand through his hair to brush the sweaty strands away from his face, before settling his palm on the back of his head.

“Holy shit,” he says again, panting, and this time you laugh. “What?”

“Are you good?” you tease, but your voice is weak and shaky and it doesn’t come across as snarky as you want it to.

“Yeah, shit,” he says, still panting. “Are you good?”

“Yeah,” you agree, swallowing thickly.

He reaches down to finger the window switch on the door of his car and groans when it doesn’t respond. “Shit, I gotta turn on the car for a sec.”

Jean cradles you against his chest as he sits up, scooting forward in his chair until he can step on the brake before thumbing the ignition switch. The car quietly purrs to life so this time, when Jean flips the window switch, it starts to lower.

“S’hot in here,” he mumbles, face pressed against the side of your head and he lowers you both back against the chair. He takes in a slow, deep breath, wrapping both arms around your body and squeezing you close.

The two of you lay like that for quite some time, feeling refreshed with the cool breeze from outside as your body temperature finally lowers to normal. You’re so exhausted that you end up dozing off a little on Jean’s chest to the sound of his heartbeat and the small circles his finger draws on your back.

Jean peppers soft kisses against your face until your eyes flutter back open, looking up at him with dazed, glassy eyes as he smiles softly.

“You good?” he asks again, giving you a small squeeze around your waist.

“I wanna stay here forever,” you admit, closing your eyes again and breathing in his scent. “This is nice.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, hand reaching up to smooth down the hair on the back of your head. “But… I gotta go to work tomorrow, so we should probably leave soon.” You whine childishly, clinging to him tighter while he laughs. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! You could always come back with me.”

Your nose scrunches at the thought and you find yourself pushing yourself up, palms flat on Jean’s chest as you sit on his lap, looking down at his still-flushed and wet face. 

“You’re a mess,” you laugh, reaching forward with one hand to palm at his mouth, cleaning the mess of your mixed fluids off his face.

Jean just smiles in response, reaching a hand down to slowly incline his seat back to it’s normal, upright position. “So,” he says, clicking his tongue. “Does that mean you’re coming back?”

“I can’t,” you say, shaking your head. “I’m housesitting for Reiner.”

“Right,” he nods, hands shifting to rest on your hips. “But after?”

“Maybe after,” you agree and he grins. Jean leans forward to kiss you and it starts slow and soft but when you feel his tongue brushing against your lips, you pull back to keep the kiss chaste. “I’m really sorry about your seat.”

He laughs, eyes crinkling. “It’s fine. That’s what leather seats are for, right?”

“Ew,” you whine, fingers toying with the golden hairs on his chest. 

“So…”

“So,” you repeat, eyes fixed down at his chest.

“Now that we’ve got our heads clear again, should we talk?”

You snort, eyes darting up to meet his but they quickly move back down to his chest as you feel your face burning in embarrassment. “I don’t know… things are kind of complicated right now.”

“I’m sorry,” Jean says and the hurt is evident in his voice. “I was stupid, I never meant to hurt you.”

“I know, but you did,” you say, eyes still low. “I really like you, Jean, and this… whatever this is, that we’re doing… I like that, too -- but, I need assurance that you’re not going to freak out and push me away again.”

“I don’t want you feel like that but… yeah, fuck.” Jean sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair nervously. “Is this making things more complicated?” he asks, gesturing between the two of you.

“Yes,” you say hesitantly, “Probably.”

“Then, should we not?”

“Yes,” you say, even more hesitantly, “Probably.”

“But, do you want to stop?”

You have to bite your lip to hide your grin but you know it doesn’t work, so instead you lean forward until your chin is resting on Jean’s shoulder. “No,” you admit quietly and he laughs.

“Yeah, fuck.”

His arms wrap around your tighter, pulling you close against his chest as he rests his chin on your shoulder. “You’re so important to me,” he admits, cheek pressing against your neck. “I hate that I screwed things up with you… but I don’t know what to do.”

Your frown, feeling your heart go cold from Jean’s words, and you squirm in his lap. “We should head back.”

Jean swallows loudly, hands ghosting around you as you make your way back to your seat. “Yeah,” he says, “Ok.”

“By the way,” you say as you shimmy back into your clothing, the fabric sticking to your clammy, sweaty body. Your underwear is wet and cold against your skin, and you contemplate just ditching them completely. “Did you know you turn into a completely different person during sex?”

He laughs, searching his car for a cloth or some napkins or something to clean up his wet seat before he pulls on his pants. “Yeah, fuck, sorry.”

“No, I don’t mind,” you assure, watching as Jean decides to clean off his seat with his underwear. “I just didn’t know you’d be like that. You kinda strike me as the romantic type.”

“I can do romance,” he hums, tossing his wet underwear into the backseat before pulling up his dress pants. “It’s just hard to think when all my blood’s in my dick,” he laughs, “I just go into like, demon mode, y’know?”

“Yeah, fuck,” you laugh, “I know.”

He snorts, reaching across the centre console to grab your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Yeah, you like it, too.”

[edenfenixblogs]

hope you dont mind me sending an ask being a total stranger and all, i just don't wanna bother op of that post

fd does bring up the fact kendrick is a BHI/hotep briefly, specifically that that's great ammo for a beef because to most people the bhi/hoteps are considered weird and embarrassing and would be insanely easy to make fun of in a beef (at least according to most black people I've spoken with & fd himself), but also he believes that drake probably doesn't even really grasp what they are because he's distanced himself in such a specific way from the black community (and arguably jewish community as well, though i think fd only kinda alludes to it) in a really specific way- BUT, that it was an evolution, he started out in a very odd cultural position where he was ostracized for simultaneously recieving antiblackness from white & jewish communities he was a part of but also seen as "not black enough" by many black people (and it's still a bullshit take people will have)

that desire to fit in is what led him down a shitty road, but also drake already clearly had some clearly terrible behaviors already. he talks about how kendrick was being unhinged too and isnt necessarily one to talk

overall the video is more about the music history behind it and the connection between it and the current culture, and just kinda what led to this climate that could want the downfall of drake

i dont know if i agree on drake not knowing about BHIs, though i could believe he doesnt with how he really weirdly constantly codeswitches even wrt jewishness, but imho fd doesnt like to touch on areas where he really cannot speak to the experience, he's said as much in the past, so he only speaks very briefly of the black perspective of how hoteps are goofy as hell

sorry for rambling, im really into music, think fd did the video well although i dont agree with all his opinions, and just wanted to articulate it correctly that it's really more about the musical climate than anything else :)

I don’t mind this message at all!!! In fact, I’m so grateful for it!

This is all really good info. I would believe that Drake didn’t know about BHI, tbh. I didn’t know about it until a couple years ago when Ice Cube (who I grew up loving 😭😭😭) did some heinous shit awhile ago and I was like “Why did my man come for us Jews what the fuck??”

And then a mutual told me about BHI and I looked up. And found a whole new group of people who hate, dehumanize and erase us. 🙃🙃🙃🙃

I mean, theoretically, maybe Drake may have had more exposure to it as a Black and Jewish man. His mere existence makes him more of a target for people invested in that kind of ideology. But also, I do and always have very much gotten the sense that he was ostracized from much of the black community for his Jewishness and mixed race reasons—not due any specific issue in the black community, but just because people are always dicks to people who don’t neatly fit into social categories in expected ways. I can also see how being a Black rapper in white-passing Jewish circles could have been very uncomfortable if those white-passing Jews were inclined to tokenize or exclude him. So it’s possible to me that his bilateral isolation might have insulated him from BHI discourse.

Tbh I don’t think code switching is weird in almost any circumstance. It’s just a development in reaction to your environment. I have a really multiethnic and multicultural family and code switch all the time. I think if it seems weird when Drake does it, it might just be because he has not developed (and tbh should never have had to develop) a strong sense of what “version” of Drake he is supposed to be. So when he tries to read the room and meet expectations, be just does it badly. But it’s not his fault in the long run. It is fault of people who expect him to fit those expectations in the first place.

I respect the hell outta fd for staying in his lane and only speaking on what he understands. And with this context I’m glad he brings up BHI at all. Because it *is* relevant. Being Black and Jewish ANYWHERE are both identities that permeate every single element of someone’s lived experience. When dealing with a beef between people where one is Black and Jewish and the other is Black and attempts to usurp Jewishness by re-categorizing it historically and racially…the cultural friction at play is absolutely relevant.

I’m sure it isn’t the whole story or even likely to be the most important factor in their beef. But it is definitely A factor and it wouldn’t have been right to leave it undressed. Especially when the beef took off as antisemitism more broadly was on the rise due to current events.

I am glad to know that most people still see BHI as a goody ideology. There’s still wayyy too many people who believe it, though. I’ve lived with the consequences of their hatred for white-passing Jews for several months now and it is…unpleasant. But mostly it’s heartbreaking. I grew up listening to Ice Cube. I used to cite James Baldwin. I adored Alice Walker. And finding out that they hate me one by one was devastating. But the worst part has been OTHER BHI folks using their words to justify their own hatred of me and all Jews like me while simultaneously making me feel like I was harming them in some way just by existing.

I want to be clear that I do not and never have believed that most black people believe BHI bullshit. I’m only saying that it was a shock to me the sheer number of people who DO believe it and how vehemently they hold that belief and direct that vehement *emotion* directly at me. It’s really good for me to know that people who aren’t Jewish are publicly speaking out against BHI bullshit. It restores a lot of hope for me.

So ok. I’m back on the “maybe I’ll watch in a little bit when I’m less raw” train. I also love music, even though I’m certainly not up to date on it. So I’m intrigued to know more about the musical landscape of what’s going on.

Thanks again!

[lazaruspiss]

recently realized that dick had a relationships with all three of his rapists beyond one incident, like he lived with liu and eddie for a while, mirage posed as kori for an extended period of time and we really have no way of knowing how long he was with catalina, this creates a pattern of people that he knows betraying him and using him for their own gratification

which makes me think of his relationships with his family and friends rn, if one of them started crossing boundaries would he accept it? would he even have expected it? if babs didn’t hear him say wait one night would he know that it’s a mistake or would he think “ah, you too?”

like he loves his family and trusts them with his life but I don’t think he can trust them not to hurt him and that includes sexually, part of it is the constant paranoia that comes with being a vigilante for almost two decades and part of it is unprocessed trama but thinking anyone could start to abuse him probably isn’t good for his health or for his relationships lmao

oh for sure for sure!! im also fairly convinced dick would struggle seeing any of those incidents as rape. the liu incident doesn't meet the proper legal qualifications, he was at times blamed by his own team for what happened with mirage, and so much plays into the situation with catalina that im not sure he'd even be able to process it at all. the murder takes priority, and he'd see it more through a lense of him failing to save cat than him being assaulted.

dick wouldn't /want/ to have been assaulted, so i don't think he'd categorize any of that as rape. if others cross boundaries, he might justify/minimize it out of habit. less that he thinks anyone could/would abuse him, and more that he would never recognize harm done to him as abuse.

(some notes for those without context on some of the stuff being referred to!)

liu and eddie: there's a storyline in which dick runs away at 16 (or as he puts it, one month short of 17) and lives on his own. by which i mean, most likely homeless. he works as a dishwasher iirc. one day, his coworker recommends these people who take in teenaged runaways and offers them a place to stay. it's functionally a gang that uses cult recruitment tactics to manipulate teenagers into doing their bidding. the /they/ being liu and eddie. dick is just another kid, and doesnt realize what they're doing until he's already pretty deep in it. there's a fair amount of bonding and attachment, with liu and eddie showing him favoritism and singling him out in a way that makes them his primary support network. eventually this all leads to a sexual encounter between dick and liu. something worth noting: the age of consent in new jersey (where gotham is and where this story is set) is 16, and as it was a technically consensual encounter it is incredibly unlikely for it to be legally classified as rape/sexual assault.

mirage: ok imma be real u gotta ask someone else for this one. or maybe read the actual comics bc tumblr is a mess when looking for actually useful info.

catalina: ok!! ok... from my understanding there was originally going to be a full plotline about dick being in an abusive relationship with catalina, but it was rushed/cut short so that DC could put nightwing in a batman crossover event. classic. but dick had already been trying to mentor catalina for a decent while before she started abusing him. tried to /mentor/ her. her hurting him? to dick, it would likely feel like a reflection on him. that /he/ must have fucked up for her to end up doing something like that. it's left somewhat vague, but we don't have any reason to not believe cat continued to sexually abuse dick off page. we see her get him drunk and try to get him to sign marriage documents, she wants to /possess/ him. dick is incredibly dissociative throughout the aftermath, up until DC needed to force him out of his own story arc to hold daddy bat's hand. sorry lol

[everythingblreview]

Laughter Land Review

Long time no see, dear readers.

I feel quite ashamed for sharing this so late, but I was sick and then busy with real life and couldn’t finish this review. (I even had to replay some parts to write this) But I still hope you enjoy reading my review of Laughter Land. This game was recommended by my friend, and first, I didn’t want to play it because, let’s say I don’t like shota much, but she promised me its good and that it doesn’t have much sexual content. She was right with both, so here we are.

Warning for 18 content (spoiler are seperated)

Description:

Dick is a young boy living in a village who is bored with schoolwork and his everyday life. One day, he attends the village fair and meets a mysterious boy dressed like a court jester called Guillered who offers to bring him to a world called Laughter Land where one’s every wish is granted and there is no work, only play and no one ever grows up. Dick agrees and is brought to Laughter Land.

Story:

For a game that came out in 2006 I was honestly impressed how good the game was, not to say older games always have to be bad, but they usually not as well developed and lack in pacing and writing, so it’s hard to compare them with newer games, but this one stands the test of time quite well. I finished it in one week and the game is not near as short as one might think. The story kept me glued to the screen because once you finished a route you would unlock new parts that continued the story. I really liked the pacing in the game, it didn’t feel rushed at all, and everything felt well developed. Despite most of the characters being very young, it didn’t feel like you were playing a game aimed at children, it still had a good share of mature and serious content. The game felt like a modern Peter Pan story and revolves around the topic of growing up, which is why in that context it makes sense for the characters to be as young as they are. As for the routes, the game has normal routes (which continue the story) and character routes (where the romance parts take place). You need to finish the normal routes to unlock new routes. Once you finish the first normal route you start the game at a different place. There is a also true route in the game. The quality of the routes depends on the one you play, some are really good some are not so good. The normal routes are better in comparison to the character routes but this is to be expected.

Characters

Dick

We have the main character “Dick” (yes that’s his name) who is taken to Laughter Land (by force btw, Guillered didn’t bother asking much). Dick is funny, cheeky and despite his young age rather mature. He has his childish moments but is quite smart and I had a good time with him. Oh, and he tops 90% of the times.

Roddy

The free spirit boy, who lives in the forest in Laughter Land. He loves to go on adventure, is very kind and a good boy and he loves to fly. He was the first route I played and the one I liked the most.

Ioan

He is the apprentice of the greatest wizard of Laughter land, Mater Northbrook. Ioan is very childish, very clumsy, and way too criminal looking for my taste. I didn’t like neither his route nor his character (he sounds kind of annoying, too).

Sergi

He lives in the Forbidden Zone, a place where children who lose their permission to stay in Laughter Land have to live, which is basically just a slum. He is looking for his family that is still in Laughter Land. Sergi is rather calm but can have his sassy moments and he’s slightly tsundere. His route is connected to the plot of the game and therefore was interesting to play.

Cornel

He and his older brother are living together in a mansion in Laughter Land and hunt the “blue” people (the one who lost their permission to stay in Laughter Land, like Sergi), and bring them to the Forbidden Zone. His route was something…. Truly something… not bad just something.

Greg

Greg also lives in the Forbidden Zone and is friends with Sergi, he is the “womanizer” in the game and his other hobby is to pick up poor children off the street and animals (He had a crocodile names “Stephanie” living in his bathroom. Despite his womanizer ways, I actually really like Greg a lot. He is very motherly and very funny.

Dag

The criminal ossan of the game. His route was terrible and honestly, I didn’t expect anything to be worse than Ioan and no I’m not saying that only because of the FBI worth calling- age gap. Despite that I thought his personality was actually quite nice. He works as an inventor and Dicks works for him in every route where he lives in the Forbidden Zone. He also likes alcohol, a LOT, so Dick has to go full mother mode on him sometimes.

Guillered

The “mastermind” behind Laughter Land, he brings all the children to laughter land. To be honest, this shota needs 3000h of therapy before he is ready to be released at humanity again. Although he has his reason to be the way he is, I just thought that he was absolutely bonkers. And he is also one of the more criminal looking characters.

Music &Art

The art is really cute and has this soft childlike feature (which makes sense in the setting of course) and no yaoi face syndrome because you know shotas and all. Music was also really good, I really loved the ending song.

Conclusion

My personal order from best to worst was Roddy/Greg/Sergi/Cornel/Guillered/Ioan/Dag. I didn’t want to go far into spoiler here because I want to engage people to play it because this game is too good to not to play so I fully recommend it, please try even if you aren’t into Shota.

Spoiler Part

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Now let’s talk about the spoilery part about the game. Like said the game is a Modern peter Pan story. Laughter Land is completely controlled by children. And for it to stay that way the characters have to remain a child inside their mind (well and outside too because they don’t age), meaning any mature behaviour can lead to you being kicked out and put into the Forbidden Zone, where you have to live in poverty (and grow old) Children sent to the forbidden Zone can grow up to adults because the rules in Laughter Land don’t apply there, but how do they know that a character is too mature and needs to be send to the forbidden Zone, well when children are taken to Laughter Land, they all get a red gems implanted inside their bodies by Guillered, this gem can grand any wish. If they characters begin to make mature choices, their gem slowly begins to turn purple until it’s blue, once its blue it’s impossible to turn it back to red (apparently). That’s why the people from the forbidden Zone are often called “the blue”. Blue crystal can’t grant wishes anymore and are practically useless. And that’s how the choice system in this game works, you basically make childish/mature choices, which lead to Dick either staying in Laughter Land and ending up with one of its residence or him being put in the Forbidden Zone where he ends up with one of its characters. Since growing up is a part of live, it’s only to be expected that the Forbidden Zone is full of people.

And now let’s go through the different route.

Normal Route

The first route I played was the normal route, which has no romantic partner for Dick but needs to be played to unlock more routes and is important for the plot. It begin with Dick going to the village fair where he meets Guillered who brings him to Laughter Lan. There he gets his gem an meets Roddy and Ioan (and Ioan fucking Onee-san broom who can speak and makes really weird sexual comments, A FUCKING BROOM jesus I’m not over that broom…. Oh and also a speaking plush toy dog who also can speak. Both of these are made for Ioan by his Master Northbrook). Ioan agrees to let Dick stay with him until he builds his own house. So, the next few days/weeks (idk how long it took) are spent with Dick building his home and meeting people in Laughter Land. Once he finishes his house, he meets Cornel and his big bro who are looking for “the blue” with an army of iron soldiers, who are made specifically to hunt for “blue”. Following an adventure with Roddy in the forest at night, Dick actually gets to meet one of the “blues”, Sergi. This encounter leads him to wonder why blues are even being hunted, despite them being the same as the people from Laugher Land. But sadly, Dick doesn’t have much time to think about it, because his own gem has turned blue after making too many mature choices. This is soon discovered by Ioan and Dick is brought to the Forbidden Zone. (Boys barely had time to life in the house he spent weeks on building)

There he gets immediately robbed by a young boy named Aby, and is picked up by (Mother) Greg, he also gets to meet with Sergi again and gets to know Dag. Greg also picks up Aby up after the poor boy’s brother is killed and he is sold into prostitution by a fucking asshole name Zachariah who also drugs him (god I want to stab this man so bad). Dick later gets a job at Dag who helps him with his inventor job and plays the mother role because Dag is a mess. One day Dag asks him if he want to return home and Dick says he does, so Dag gets the crazy idea to build a machine to bring him back to the real world. This plan has to stay secret because if the organization name Serpent, who basically controls the area finds out about it they will be in big trouble. Like you expect they do find out because a girl name Leesha, tricks Aby into telling her about his plan, by promising him to let him take revenge for his brother’s death, which only leads to Aby dying by fucking Zachariah (who killed his brother btw). While Aby is having a not great time, Dick is put in the machine and before they can use the magic of their gems (yes, I know in normal case it shouldn’t work but Dag promised it will work) they are killed by fucking Zachariah soldier army. With Dick still stuck in the machine, he can only hear how his friends get murdered, but for some reason their gems actually manage to work, and Dick is brought back to the real world again. His first goal back at home, is to give the letter, to the person Dag asked him to deliver it. And here is where the first part of the story ends.

Important to note is also that when you get your gem in the beginning you also get a list with people’s name on it. These names get crossed out with every wish you make because they represent people in the real world, who forgot about you. Oh, and Dag also mentions that Laughter Land is actually call “Slaughter Land” (yeah fun times)

Being the first route, I played, I was really glued to my scream especially when a “to be continued” appeared on the screen after the route ended.

Roddy

Now let’s talk about the character’s routes. Roddy’s route hurt me on a physical and emotional level. Like I mentioned Roddy is a good boy who lives in the forest and loves to go on adventure where he takes his friends with. He also loves to fly (which he can do because of his gem and all) and take Dick (by force) with him on his flying adventure. If Dick stays a good (childish) boy he can continue living in his house in Laughter Land and becomes friends with Roddy and together they go on adventure like in the forest, where time stands still. There they find a random machine and are curious what it’s for, but can’t figure it out, so they decide to ask around. They look in the library at Ioans place and ask people, but just can’t to find the answer, so they come up with the idea for Ioan to ask his Master to make the machine talk by itself.

While this is all happening it also becomes really clear that Dick and Roddy both developing romantic feeling for each other, but Roddy is very pure so he doesn’t understand his feelings. At some point he also tells Dick that he likes him, with Dick questioning what kind of “like” his like is and tells Roddy to figure it out.

Meanwhile Ioan calls Dick to have a private conversation with him over this machine. Ioan then tells him that he should not tell Roddy about it because the machine is actually something from the real world and was inside Roddy to help keep his heart beating.

So, while all of this is happening Roddy begins to have weird dream in which he sees a boy in a hospital. Well as you can guess, Roddy was actually heart sick in the real world and the machine was there to keep him alive, but it turns out that he was supposed to die, which is why he was brought to Laughter Land, where he could finally fulfil his dream of living a normal life and flying in the sky. But Roddy doesn’t remember his life at this point yet.

At some point he urges Dick to continue searching for answers about the machine, but Dick tell him he wants him to stop. After some arguing, Roddy then promised him not to look for it anymore. Then they have the whole conversation about liking each other with Dick showing him what kind of like he has for Roddy (yes, I mean they have sex).

To be honest I was a little scared of the H-scene in this game and wanted to skip them in the beginning, but it wasn’t too bad actually and more bearable because they are around the same age. Generally, the H-scene in this game fall into 3 categories: Criminal underage, young but bearable and criminal age gap (aka Dag).

The next day, after their love play Roddy falls asleep and doesn’t wake up anymore, so Dick calls Guillered, seeking for help. Guillered tells him that normally children don’t dream in Laughter Land and that Roddy does because of Dick’s special power he has in his hand that makes people remember their forgotten memories, which is currently happening to Roddy. The only way to save him is either to delete all memory of Dick and for Dick not get close to Roddy anymore or to let Roddy die, because as it turns out Roddy is already supposed to be dead, the only reason he is alive in Laughter Land is because his special power. With his power he can stop time, like in the forest he lives in and in himself.

Dick has a hard time deciding and ask for more time, which he does but after a few days it’s already too late and Roddy wakes up with all his memories restored. He thanks Dick for all the time they spent together AND FUCKING DIES *credit role*…… I was sobbing in my pillow at this point wtf this is so sad TT_TT

But luckily, we get an after-credit scene and as it turns out Dick actually erased all his memories, so Roddy is alive and doing well but Dick can’t be with him anymore, and yet Roddy wants to get to know him and take him on adventure (more crying into my pillow)

The route was so good but so terrible sad TT_TT and the worst part is that it’s the only pairing in the game, that has no happy end like WHY. My friend also told me there is a drama CD and apparently, they keep falling in love, with Roddy having his memories erased every time…. My heart is hurting. 10/10 tears for that route.

Ioan

So if you get to know not very legal Ioan you learn that he’s struggling with something. And that something is trauma of killing a child (like wtf?). Apparently like 20 years ago (how old are these shota again?) Laughter Land fell in disaster with monster like things attacking the residence and the only way to stop it was to kill a child, which Ioan dropped from a building or something. And that must have been very disturbing for him because he now takes fucking drugs to deal with his trauma and he is pretty addicted to it (ah yes, the classic drug bl plot that I so much can’t stand. At least it’s with a character I dislike)

At this point, I don’t even remember how the route played out, that’s how uninteresting it was. But yeah, Dick wants of course to help Ioan but Guillered asks him if he is ready to accept the truth Ioan is hiding, which Dick says he does. The truth is that his Master Northbrook is actually he himself (I don’t know why it’s even such a big deal? Probably the lying part but still) so yeah Northbrook, who is said to be the only adult in Laughter Land isn’t actually an adult, but adults don’t actually exist in Laughter Land, and that’s how Dick found out that something was must be wrong.

So Dick accepts Ioan and Ioan is like yay let’s get close which Dicks, for some reason sees as an invitation for sex (yeah I don’t know either) so they do it, which probably has to be the most illegal and uncomfortable H-scene I have ever seen and I ended up skipping most of it *shudders*. And they live happy ever after. Coming fresh from Roddy’s route I was pissed why this shitty shota gets a happy end and Roddy not????? Fuck him.

Also, I need to talk about Ioan’s fucking broom, so like mentioned his Master aka he himself made him some friends by giving life to a fucking broom and a dog stuff animal but this beside. The fucking broom is not only an onee san (aka a feminine gay man) but also in love with basically every boy who gives him attention, with his favourite being Ioan of course…I just couldn’t deal with this broom.

Sergi

For Sergi you have to finish the normal end because this route starts in the Forbidden Zone, which is interesting because according to the others Dick came to the forbidden Zone 10 years ago, so when he was a small child, but Dick remembers all what happened in the route before (the normal one when everyone died, and he returned to the real world).

Like before Dick is living with Greg and Aby and working for Dag. So, one time they decide to visit the casino because Greg wants to spend (Dick’s) money (lmao) which they end up doing, they also take Sergi and Aby with them. Dick tried poker for the first time while Greg cheats on some games, with Aby getting some drinks for him. At the end of the day, they can’t find Aby anymore and decide to return home. Few days later Aby is still missing because as it turns out fucking Zachariah took him (again) and his bitch of a helper (the only girl you ever see in the game) and made him their play toy to sell to customers (and I warn here if you don’t want to see 5-7 year old be raped on screen better not play this, even I had to skip it)

After few weeks they throw Aby out on the street like trash after he got addicted to drugs (AGAIN, oh yeah this is the same drug Ioan is taking, which is apparently popular). The others luckily find Aby and take him home. Greg the good mother he is angry and wants to take revenge. Sergi say he is crazy, and they have a small fight with Greg running out of the house. Sergi tells Dick that he will probably leave the city to go over to Laughter Land to find the family he has been looking for, which is still living there, or so he has heard and if Dick wants, he can come with him.

This is where the routes start to separate. If you decided to go with Sergi you can play either his or Cornel’s route, if you stay, you’ll be playing Greg or Dag. But since this is about Sergi we’re going with him.

Dick meets with Sergi at night where the latter had gotten them a carriage to pass the border. After being chased by enemies and some shooting, they reach it, but unfortunate for them as they’re about to pass the bother they met Cornel and his big bro. Cornel says he wants to see if their gems are red, which of course they aren’t but at he is about to check, their gems suddenly shine in red so they are allowed to pass. Dick’s gem turned red again and we learn later that Sergi can actually change the colour of his gem himself.

The first day they just wander around Laughter Land trying to find some clues. They go meet Ioan, where Sergi gets sexually harassed by the gaze of the onee san broom, but they don’t find anything. Later they meet Cornel (and his bro) again, who lets them stay at his super fancy mansion.  Cornel says they can stay there while looking for Sergi’s mother (is who Sergi is actually looking for). Dick asks Guillered for help, who tells him that Laughter Land doesn’t have many girls so it should be easy to find her. They manage to steal a book from Ioan with the help of their gem, that has notes about a girl and take turns reading it over the following days. In short, the notebook is about a girl and her friend who live in laughter land and are told by Guillered to get along with a newbie named Zach. The girl starts taking an interest in the new guy, who seems to be a little weird and apparently it leads to a romantic relationship because she later gets pregnant from him and gives birth a child which throws the world into a chaos. The Zach guy gets than banned to the Forbidden Zone as well as the friend who also like the girl. But since they took the baby away from the girl, she gets depressed and tries to commit suicide, so Guillered erases her memory and put her into a room, that she can’t leave. And that girl is name Leesha, who was actually shown before in the route because Dick visited her before with Roddy. And the child is actually Sergi himself but not only that, it’s also the child Ioan supposedly killed. The friend is Greg and Zach is the fucking Zachariah (but this part is never really explained because he is such a douche suddenly?) So, after they find out who Segi’s mother is they visit her and spent some time with her (of couse she doesn’t recognise Sergi) before Sergi decided to go back to the Forbidden Zone where he lived all his life. Dick goes with him. After return they start dating basically and also Sergi is the bottom (nice). They also learn that Greg, Dag and Aby are missing but in the very end its hinted on that they are still alive. The lore reveal was really good here and how it connected to the previous routes. You can tell the writer put a lot of thoughts in this.

Cornel

Cornel’s route basically starts the same as Sergi’s and separates after Sergi and Dick start chilling at his mention. One night at the mansion Dick hears some weird sounds and it turns out its coming from Cornel because HE IS FUCKING HIS OWN BROTHER WHAT. So, brother-fucker Cornel has some kind of onii-san kink (should have seen this coming) and it all goes back to his life in the real world where he apparently really loved his brother and always wanted to spend time with him. But with Dicks magic hand (why does that sounds so weird?) abilities Cornel remembers at some point that his real brother was actual an asshole who abused him and the “perfect” brother of his was only living in his fantasies. (forget daddy issues, here we have onii-san issues) and his brother in laughter land is basically a personification of that fantasy, also the brother is actually one of the iron soldiers. The route ends with the brother gets destroyed in the end and cornel can live happy together with Dick after they start their relationship and Sergi returns back home. Yeah…. The brother thing was weird.

Normal route 2.0

Same as with Cornel and Sergi it follows the same start and basically almost goes up to the end of Cornels route, only difference is that Guillered shows up and STABS dick before Dick can help Cornel, saying that he fucked up, so yeah Guillered is responsible for these time travel things. Honestly, I recommend playing Cornel first before doing this route because it basically almost spoils everything of his route and I was just skipping most of it when I finally reached it.

Greg

Gregs route has the same start as Sergi’s, so everything with the Casino and the abuse of Aby happens and it goes until the part Greg wants to take revenge and runs away, with Dick following and talking to him, this time. Dick also talks with Dag who gives him a special weapon to kill the iron soldiers. Before Dick and Greg set their plan into action they have a last talk, which end up with Greg almost sneaking out at night and Dick is (of course) not happy with that, so Dick gets Greg to  take him with him, but before they leave Greg kisses him as vow of this promise (he also says that this kind of kiss you can only give a true man xD). They sneak into the organisation, take out a bunch of enemies and reach the room where fucking Zachariah is. Once they enter it and Greg confronts him, his bitch of a helper girl (who btw is Leesha or should I rather say looks like her) is all like “wah don’t kill him” but of course it’s only to trick Greg, which she manages, steals the gun from him and uses against him. Greg is confused why she would do that because, as said before, they were friends once. Then Dick goes all hero mode on him and first shoots the girl who turns out to be an iron soldier and then fucking Zachariah. Oh yeah Greg also gets shot and then died dramatically on the floor- as if lol he is just a drama queen, he survives of course. A while later when we actually get confirmed that Greg is really just dramatic and still alive, Dick asks him why he is not playing around with woman anymore and Greg says that he has someone he like and lets Dick guess. Dick then asks him if he likes him which Greg confirms. Then he says that he fell in love with Dick because Dick had been so cool during their attack on fucking Zachariah that he couldn’t help himself not to fall in love (awww that’s so sweets), then he asks if Dicks feels the same and Dick says he doesn’t mind, which Gregs basically takes as mutual feeling and happily screams how Dick likes him too, after he kisses Dick and they have happy sexy times (with Dick being bottom for the first time, how exiting). But that’s not all, once they start dating the apparently fuck every night and Dick is sick of it and decides to take revenge while Greg is asleep and gives him a blowjob first and then decides he is daddy now and goes top mode on him AHAHAHAHAHA. The CGs looks so stupid, because despite Greg’s face looking young, his body is clearly one of an adult, while Dick is still baby, and it just looks ridiculous. I had some serious fangirl moments in this route, Greg is such a good boy and a very caring mother, him falling for Dick because of how cool he was, is so funny but also so cute. I really enjoyed this route.

.... Part 2

[quotidian-oblivion]

✨Out of context lines shitpost Pt. 8✨

Part 7

Quo: This is it... our last day of childcare course. And... *sighs* I'm getting choked up. I met @mispeltnostalgia and got to know her well through this course and she's been the best irl fanfic buddy and older brother despite being a year younger than me ever.

Nog: These out of context things have made me so happy and its fun to look back and remember the funny shit that we have said and done this year. this deffo won't be the last though. Quo and I will forever be saying and doing stupid shit. Quo is the best little sister ever and while I'll miss our fridays together she cant get rid of me. I know too many of her fanfics and she's beta-ing my works.

Quo: You beta-ed a couple of mine too!

We'll still be posting the out of context lines, but there are going to be longer gaps since we're not gonna meet on Fridays anymore :( There's still our weekly study sessions that we dubbed TEAS on Wednesday!

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Tim: *holding a ball of wool to Jason’s face as a pretend mic* What do you say about the Curse you just found out you have Jason: *clears throat* I hope it kills me. ~ Jason: What do you have to say about your Curse? Tim: …I’ve had it since I was fucking born. ~ Barbara: So I bought a pack of quick oats because I love oats. And then I bought another pack of overnight oats because it had yoghurt, and now I’m just realizing that I really am just a horse. Little Shit Young!Jason: THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN SAYING. ~ Damian: I’ve been able to find a knife, I’ve been able to find a fork, but I can’t find a spoon. Jon: You have all the stabby objects in your bag Damian: I also have a fuckton of crochet hooks and— a pocket watch?? *pulls out pocket watch* Where the fuck is my spoon. ~ Steph: So I was getting pumped up for this song but then I just hear this tiny Alvin and the chipmunks voice say “Party Rock” and it just dashed my hopes. Listen to this *Plays Party Rock Anthem”. Damian: … Steph: Like, imagine getting pumped up for one of your childhood songs then you just suddenly hear “party rock” in this high-pitched voice and I felt like killing myself. Damian: … Steph: And hear me out— Damian: I don’t think i want to hear you out anymore. Steph: *Continues to play Bad Romance covered by the Alvin and the Chipmunks” ~ Tim: *Watching a video of Bruce* Bart: Wait, your dad sounds American. Bart: And he speaks kind of like you too! Tim: Yeah, I wonder why my American dad who raised me sounds and has the same speech patterns as me. Hmm, good question. Bart: I just wasn’t expecting it. I forgot that American dads were a thing. ~ Steph: i am granting you the honor of waffle ~ Barbara: *looking for a place to put popcorn. Places the popcorn against Dick’s lap* Dick: hell yeah crotch popcorn! Omg crotchcorn! Barbara: Please don't. ~ Bruce: You have to be very careful out there. These racist attacks are getting worse. Dick: Don't worry, Pops. I'm with a white person, I'll be fine. Barbara: *chokes on her drink with laughter* ~ Tim: *mixes soda water, energy drink and trace amounts of tea together in a tumbler* For funsies. *chugs it* ~ Jason: *falls to the floor, crumbles and silently screams in a public library* Barbara: Stop it, you’re embarrassing yourself Jason: I’m a drama kid, I can do whatever I want ~ Steph: *singing* I am not a quitter Tim: *singing with her* Pocket full of glitter Steph: Yarn balls, I’m a knitter!  Steph and Tim: *singing together* I’m the whole package, baby! Tim: I haven’t met you Steph: But if you’re staaable Tim and Steph: Then here’s my number! And call me Mabel! ~ Alfred: *grabs Bruce by the shoulders and shakes* BE PRODUCTIVE! ~  Steph: IS THAT A PURPLE BALLOON??? Steph: *walks over, picks it up, and carries it like a baby* *whispers* I’m pregnant ~  Damian, high on pain meds: *giggling while he draws Tim falling off a roof* whee whee, hee hee, I’m so funny. Hee hee hee. He’s falling off a building.

[nasuversekinkmeme]

Weekly Roundup (25/12 - 31/12)

TSUKIHIME

Some honestly sweet holiday fluff with the tsukihime cast of op's choosing

FATE/APOCRYPHA

In an alternate world, rather than summon Astolfo, Celenike summons servant Rider Goredolf Musik, driver of the Shadow and Storm Borders, he who's driving skills escaped the apocalypse twice. While everyone else is reeling from the implications that not only was a modern mage able to enter the Throne, but that said mage also was of the Musik line, Goredolf is panicking because if he, a member of Chaldea, was summoned, things are about to get very bad very fast.

FGO

Foreigner's New Years party, go as insane, as horny or as wholesome as you want

Hello fellow enjoyers of FGO! For No FGO January, I present to you all a very simple prompt. Show me your mastersonas! I don’t care under what context, how they’re doing, who they’re fucking, whether it’s wholesome, angst, whatever, I just want to see artworks/stories/whatever of your own original characters. Take this month of No FGO prompts to share what you already have, I look forward to seeing what you all have in store!

as a harmless prank, Mash and a few other servants (can be anyone like habetrot, caster cu, etc) dress up as caterpillars. It’s up to the writer/artist to decide how Morgan reacts to seeing mashu and co. in caterpillar suits.

If there was one place Ritsuka Fujimaru never expected to end up after everything with the Lostbelts and Ordeal Call was well and truly over, and the Earth was back to the way it was supposed to be... it was finding work at NFF Services, working directly under both Koyanskayas, no less. They were expecting to be worked to the bone, given their past interactions, but weirdly enough, they've been just... nice to them? Ritsuka keeps suspecting some kind of sinister plot, or cruel joke, but apparently the Koyans are just THAT invested in the well-being of their employees. Even more so in Ritsuka's case, given that they answer directly to both Light and Dark. It's still weird... but in a good way, they supposed.

Guda twin! Au where Gudako and Gudao meet once a week at Moriarty's bar to just hang and talk. Often these conversations end up being about their individual harems. (Whoever is in each harem is up to the writer but preferred that both are bisexual harems)

ranmaru x takes ritsuka back to her planet, and it’s up to the gudaguda gang to get ritsuka back!

so I found out by a yt short that takeda likes boys and writes passionate love letters to them. how about Kagetora and/or Nobunaga making fun of him for his passion for boys

thanks to the event I need some Ibuki x Habetrot for no reason other than major size difference makes brain go brrr. Smut is optional but there's gotta be emphasis on how wide the height gap is.

smut, While he mostly feeds of dreams. Merlin does occasionally need sex as every incubus does. Being one of the only human's alive, Gudako agrees, thinking that it's just gonna be a quickie. Cut to hours later. Gudako's mind has turned to mush and she's super overstimulated, begging Merlin to stop but he just. Keeps. Going. (yes I'm very horny for Merlin if you can tell)

I just finished LB6 and I have the BIGGEST M��lusine brainrot right now! I would appreciate anything about Mélusine x Female Ritsuka! Thanksss

taigong trying to have a peaceful fishing day but weird shit keeps happening so he says screw it and proceeds to annihilate anything that tries to fuck it up

Koyanskaya of Darkness is perusing her catalogue and pondering what new creatures to add to it when a flash of inspiration comes to her; what better way to add to her wares than to collar her own Light form? (smut is optional but recommended)

smut, Castoria x Tonelico sloppy sex. If they use Merlin's magic dick(tm) or not is up to the author

Agravain, despite what others might think, loved his siblings. He always had difficulty showing it, its true, but he never hated them or anything. This is why he would always send them out on missions. He believed in them that much. And so, Agravain awaits two of his siblings at the execution grounds for the traitor Guinevere when a scout arrives.

ANY

Write the killing blow your servants performed on a boss of your choosing. To give an example, here's mine. It was close to the end, Ritsuka could feel it. The immature Evil was worn down and she had only one retainer left, the other recently slain by Lobo before he was taken out. Taigong Wang and Mélusine fired off their noble phantasms, killing the last retainer before revealing that the immature Beast yet lived. She retaliated with her own, forcing Taigong out of the fight as Mélusine was the last one standing. Ritsuka used her last two command seals to heal Mélusine and give her one final order. "By my command seal, Mélusine, unleash your noble phantasm!" She took to the sky chanting. "My name is Albion. The last dragon who opens the boundary! From Geoffrey to Fromont! Show us the time, Tukedight!" Not taking any chances, she struck while Koyanskaya was still reeling from the blow. Koyanskaya retaliated with devastating strikes as the two realized something. Both were close to death and their next clash would be their last. They pushed themselves to their limit but unfortunately for the immature Beast, Mélusine was much faster. With energy from her weapons forming a dragon's maw, she crunched down on Koyanskaya, finally putting their battle to an end.

CROSSOVER

After Mirei Park's offer and ultimatum, rather than go to Fukuoka, Kiryu goes to Fuyuki and starts a new life there. He becomes intertwined with the local Yakuza and, by extension, the participants of the 5th Holy Grail War. When the events of Yakuza 5 begin, Daigo makes an alliance with the Fujimura Family, and soon, all hell breaks loose. The conspiracy is expanded in scale due to influence from magi seeking to claim the Grail for themselves, and Kiryu must work together with Rin, Shirou, Sakura, and Rider to keep the ones they love safe.

[jemmo]

i watched only friends ep 3 for the third time and i am stuck on nick saying the line “no one dares hurt me”. bc in context it’s nothing, and he says it with this slight smile that’s still a little disappointed but just trying to play it off and you could just see it for what it is, just him trying to act fine that boston is abandoning him or whatever. but where’s the fun in seeing things at face value. bc this is post him seeing the pictures and seeing and finding out who top is and putting the wiretrap in boston’s car and seeing boston talking to top (i don’t think it’s clear whether he actually hears what they’re saying about ray and mew and meeting up later and sticks around to see what happens, or is just generally sus of boston and hangs around bc he’s just sus and so happens to see them). this is post this constituted story he has that was sparked by that tweet about liking someone else and that’s why you can’t become something more. he thinks top is that person (and he’s kinda right), that boston likes top more than him, despite boston constantly calling him his favourite. you can see the pieces falling into place, that while boston’s behaviour serves to keep himself in control and have nick on this leash of always being there and keeping him interested with the promise of more that will go nowhere, for nick, it doesn’t just hurt him in these sad ways that keep him dependent on boston to feel good about himself and thinking he has this special relationship when he doesn’t. it also hurts him in ways that boston wouldn’t have intended, ways that turn nick into someone dangerous, someone that can be boston’s downfall. bc now he looks at top not just with sadness and envy, but with anger and disgust, bc who is this person?? what right do they have to be the person boston likes more than me?? when im the one he goes to all the time, when i have this connection, when our relationship is progressing?? bc the feeling of comparing himself to top, and his inadequate that makes him feel, bc of course he isn’t enough, of course he’s not better than top, of course boston would like him more, that can so easily turn and become something dangerous, bc you lash out at other people instead of lashing out at yourself. it’s that thing of i do everything, so why have i not earned your love?? that’s what he says in the trailer to boston; “i just want you to love only me”. it all comes together to make me think nick is gonna be the one that really starts shit. that idk, either through just telling people or maybe that wiretrap can record what happened, he’s gonna be the reason the whole mess starts to come out. and idk if he’s gonna just let it out and let boston get shit for it as a way to get back at him for hurting him, bc bc of his feelings, bc of that line in the trailer, bc i think he still depends on boston’s affection and validation, i think it’s more gonna be a matter of him doing it to push top and boston apart, so that when it all falls apart, the end of it all he can say to boston i did it all bc i love you, bc top doesn’t deserve you, bc i want to be the only person you love.

and you can see how it would happen, when it all comes out and ray and mew clarify that there’s nothing between them and everyone gets mad at boston for fabricating these stories to manipulate people, who do you think is gonna be the most mad?? top. bc he’s the one being messed with, his relationship with mew, and it’s all just ultimately bc boston wants to have sex with him. the man is ruining his relationship just for a fuck, and at this point we don’t know if there are any actual feelings, or if it’s just so that boston can feel superior and in control still. the whole point is that bad behaviour yields bad behaviour. boston is a dick, but he also doesn’t know that he’s feeding in to his own downfall. and nick is being manipulated and taken advantage of, and that’s horrid and sad, but he’s also not this helpless victim. no, i very much believe he intends to bite back just as hard as he’s been bitten. and it still hurts bc it’s such a realistically human bad relationship, the person that lacks self worth and so over invests in a relationship to give them that worth back, and the person that doesn’t want commitment but also doesn’t want to lose control, and so they dangle promises they’ll never keep like bait to keep someone trapped. and it hurts bc the ways nick will turn and start acting out aren’t just his fault, bc boston played into it and made him believe, only for it to be broken. and this is not victim blaming, but you also can’t baby nick and make out he’s harmless, helpless, defenceless. you can’t not see the grey in him. bc he’s expecting boston to be something he’s not, and so you can’t say it’s fine when he gets mad that boston isn’t that thing he wants him to be. you can’t excuse him being overly invasive of a private space like he has ownership over every part of boston and his life. yes i get it, boston plays into it, but at some point we’ve got to stop using that as an excuse, bc the behaviour is still bad, and i feel like it’s only gonna get worse. im calling it, nick is gonna turn into a mess that boston created and become something he can’t control, and it’s gonna all come back around and destroy him. bc it’s not just a matter of messing with the wrong person, it’s the fact that boston doesn’t think anyone can mess with him back, and he doesn’t realise just how catastrophic the consequences of his actions are gonna be.

[thehooliganhangoutspot]

“Bringing up Bruno's mom in contrast to his behavior is important because there's no way she raised him to be like this to women.” — LIKE WHAT!? It’s life, grow up, shit happens. The only time a woman publicly confirmed she felt mistreated by him was when he left Chanel for Rita Ora. But perhaps there was a lot of good in him, too, that’s why Chanel loved him in the first place to have a broken heat after him. And even if he did cheat, don’t act like you live in a fucking bubble and it doesn’t happen with ordinary men. It happens left and right when ordinary Joe cheats on plane Jane but when it’s someone famous it’s a whole sensation that invites some delusional idiots with no life of their own to come and judge.

“because as an adult he treats the women in his life like complete shit”—how so? He fell in love with someone new when he was with Chanel and left Chanel. And his mom did not disown him for that. No mother would. Rita still speaks about how he was the greatest guy on Earth. And he has been linked to the same woman for 13 years who keeps drowning in jewlry and designer bags. To date she’s claimed she has been blessed every day! There is not even a single photo of him kissing other women, holding their hands in an inappropriate setting (outside of meets and greets and stuff). Stop with your sick ass baby mama rumors and stop talking about it as if it’s a fact. You are delusional if you think he’d even show his dick to any of these women who, allegedly, have his babies.

“All the mind games, the cheating and the withholding of money (control)”- what withholding money!? What mindgames? Jessica’s collection of bags can pay off my student debt and help me survive without work for some years. The woman was a nobody living with roommates in New York, and now she can afford renting a house in LA, travel, new outfits, classes… what withholding money are you talking about if she remained jobless for 13 years. She lived off of his money for all these years and still seems to do the same. And will be doing the same even if they have broken up.

“calls women BITCH in his songs.”—oh he must be the first person to do that! Never heard any mom disown their child for artistic vision. It’s a great song though.

“His mother didn't want him to be some philandering playboy with a harem of women and a bunch of out of wedlock kids. This is why it's so disappointing to hear that he is this irresponsible. His mother would not be pleased with how he has treated Jessica, Isabella, Cindy, Chanel or any of these women.”- there are no confirmed cases of any other women. Stop bringing thus delusional sick ass rumors started on LSA by some psychotic bitches and talking about it as if it was a fact. NOBODY IN THEIR RIGHT MIND IS BUYING IT AND WE WANT SPSCE FROM YOHR DELUSIOND HERE. And stop using his deceased mother in this context. Like who gave you the right to mention the mother of somebody you do not even know in such a judgmental context? Do you even knos what it’s like to have such close and gentle relationships with mother? You probably don’t, otherwise you would not have ben such an insensitive and ignorsant asshole.

Why wouldn’t you go and get a motherfucking life. This fandom became a total trashcan. No class, no brain, nothing. Bunch of useless stupid idiots tryna feel they’re important by thinking they know something about a man they’ve never even met based on some hearsay. “I saw the babies, their features have developed…” - fuck you and your dna-performing eyeballs, your brain has not developed.

I can’t with these parasites, can there be a forum without these LSA idiots? Also, Sunny, any chance you can block these comments about Bernadette? As fans and HUMANS we MUST have some respect. This man’s music has been there for me when nobody else was, so it hurts deeply to see people spread blatant lies about him and mention his deceased mother in context by some psychopaths.

[roobylavender]

i mean most abusers do love the people they abuse. abuse isn’t something done with intention or malice half the time, it’s done by people thinking they’re doing the right thing. bruce’s love and need for control are constantly in conflict with each other and that’s why the robins are stuck waging a war against him. i feel like a big part of a dysfunctional parent-child dynamic is feeling trapped by your parent’s love. Even if you hate it, it’s still canon that Bruce has been historically bad with dealing with his kids. Half of them don’t even feel comfortable calling him dad cuz the relationship seems so undefined or shaky. In Dick’s case i feel like he has no grounds to oppose robin and his vigilantism because Bruce (deep down) loved having someone like dick around to fight crime with. They both refer that time as “the good old days” so it’s not like Bruce was truly opposed. It’s only when the actual reality of that negligent and naive behaviour materialises that he realises he fucked up (robin year one eg). Then he treats Dick in such a cold manner that Dick believes if he’s not robin, he’s not wanted. This has been a pattern since the golden days so no it’s not ooc for Bruce. Yes the natural conclusion to all the modern day tension should be for both parties to meet and resolve their issues but Bruce is still the abuser at the end of the day, and even though Dick’s self sacrificing nature might easily forgive him, on a textual level it should be clear that a true resolution between the two would need Dick to dig deeper, and for Bruce to be ready for rejection from his son.

i don’t disagree with that assessment of abuse like it’s absolutely true, but my problem is i don’t think the cold or controlling behavior is really a consistent enough pattern until we move into post-crisis canon. for several decades dick and bruce have a great rapport with each other bc that’s what everyone knows they’re supposed to have. like i don’t think most writers from the golden or silver age if asked that they intended to write bruce as an abuser would agree and say yes, and that distinction to me is impt, bc sure, we can take what we’re reading on a surface level and project our own experience or modern understanding of relationships onto it, but i don’t think that should happen to the extent authorial intent is superseded bc then you start to enter territory where you’re divorcing narrative from genre conventions. if we go by the assumption that bruce is an enabler and abuser for allowing dick to be a hero for so long without purported attention paid to his safety then that establishes practically every hero within the universe possessive of a sidekick as an abuser. and i do get that some people are interested in following that thread like esp in post-crisis we see that exploration a lot but ig for me personally it’s kinda like the thing that breaks the camel’s back and withholds the entire genre from actually allowing itself to explore more pertinent issues. not to say abuse isn’t a pertinent issue, it absolutely is and i do think there’s ways it can still be explored, but the primary reason the genre was established in the first place was in response to fascism. obv the engagement with that wasn’t necessarily complex early on but it’s incredibly impt to the development of the genre and as we can see in a modern context how that response to fascism or lack thereof is conveyed can be incredibly influential in terms of facilitating support or not for fascist government. so my issue is like, yes, it’s impt for bruce’s faults in these relationships to be addressed to a constructive and worthwhile extent, but i also think writers have gone so drastically far in curating those faults in the post crisis era that it’s effectively restricted the scope of the stories they’re allowed to tell, bc they’re more focused on individual instances and relationships within this world than they are on any form of commentary that reflects the operations of the world at large in relation to regulation of crime

[bonesandthebees]

It’s also important to note that Techno has been referring to Wilbur as kid since he learned his age. It’s also how he refers to Tommy, which is to say, it’s said with affection and not really condescending. In fact, Techno is jumping to their rescue by getting Phil off their backs.

Also the first time Techno called him kid was in chapter *checks notes* 18. [“We don’t think any less of you for being young, if that's what you’re worried about,”] Techno specifically points it out, but inwardly, Wilbur is still scared of it. Especially because Phil’s anger made him feel like a child.

What makes this line so interesting is that Wilbur says [“I’m not your fucking child,”] instead of “I’m not a child” or “don’t call me a kid”. He says YOUR child. He’s denying the familiarity in [the kids]. He’s denying the family connection because it feels like that’s why they baby him.

And again, it’s a reaction to Eret’s presence and amusement more than the sentence itself. He knows how he comes across and he’s in Pythia mode so his brain acts faster than the rest of him. He denies the familial bond to deny being a kid in an attempt to be taken seriously by Eret.

Also, I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it yet, but Wilbur is also very stressed by Eret being there and might even feel a bit betrayed by being brought here and not being told, but again, I’ll get to the Eret portion of the chapter.

Than there’s everyone’s reactions. Tommy is the easiest. He goes for comfort. He doesn’t really have a stake in whether or not Wilbur is Phil’s kid because he already has that brotherly connection. Wilbur relation to Phil doesn’t change take. Instead, Tommy wants to comfort Wilbur in his clear spat of anger (and without the context of Schlatt and being in Wilbur’s head, it probably looks like he’s snapping as a defensie mechanism or out of stress). But that’s not what it is, and Wilbur furthers severs that familial connection by shutting Tommy out, via letting go of his hand.

Phil is still angry (he only just go interrupted) but it softens. It’s probably more sympathetic. He was scolding Wilbur like he was his oldest son (in that he kinda gets more responsibility, it’s very much a “I expected better of YOU”). Maybe it’s trying to make up for the fact that he went overboard. Maybe it’s the fact that Wilbur saying that makes him sound childish, so irony? Idk.

And then Techno’s not making eye contact, but not ignoring him either. Avoiding eye contact could be taken as guilt, he is the one who triggered the outburst (even though he used it as the easiest way to refer to the boys and also to present them as a unit when this scolding made them look more divided). I could also be general awkwardness at Wilbur snapping.

(2/2)

-🌲

techno uses kid in an affectionate way but he also knew full well that the meeting with eret was not the time and place. like, I wrote him saying 'kids' in that moment intentionally to sound a bit like a dick. not majorly so, he's not trying to be cruel, but he wanted to snap both phil and wilbur back to the matter at hand. and he did that by pointing out to phil 'hey you're acting like a parent right now' and pointing out to wilbur 'hey you're acting like a kid getting scolded right now'. he didn't understand why wilbur is so touchy about things like that though, which is where the problem really popped up.

yes that's all connected to why wilbur said "I'm not your child", but also another reason is that if wilbur had said "I'm not a child" that just... sounds childish to say. the only way he could really get his point across and sound at least somewhat serious was to say "I'm not your child" as opposed to just trying to outright deny that he's young (even though saying that still sounds childish as well)

it's all because eret is there. eret is a tie to his time in the palace as the pythia, and he feels that same need to perform the pythia role he's been doing for so many years now. he needs eret's respect, so he has to shove that familial dynamic away to try and get them to take him seriously, especially since their only other time seeing him was with schlatt around.

yeah tommy doesn't care much about wilbur saying that because like you said, their connection exists outside of wilbur's connection to phil. which is why he's so startled when wilbur pulls his hand away.

phil softens because he realizes that he's just embarrassed wilbur in front of someone who could really only be described as a colleague to him. as the leader of a rival nation, back in the palace, eret and the pythia would be on relatively equal footing. but now phil has humiliated wilbur and made him look like a pouting child, and phil realizes this and feels bad for going too far.

techno is kind of on a similar wavelength to phil with feeling bad for that whole thing, but mostly he's just awkward after the outburst lol

[magic-owl]

Tagged by @jasontoddiefor , thanks so much friendo! Also apologies that I’m posting like five snippets here from various drabbles I’ve been dicking around with in like three different fandoms and none of them are from our WIP xD

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

(Ok so i decided to do last paragraph and then decided to add on a few contextual sentences because the last paragraphs always look naked with no context to me, even if none of them have context for y’all xD sorry, I’m bad at this game)

1.

Too late, come the echoes now as he looks down at the one place, the one thing left of a part of his family he will never have back. Looks back up at the face of his wife. “I can’t stop this. Neither of us can. All I can do is sail us through, so we won’t have to leave.”

She blinks at him, he wonders if she heard him at first, then, “You are a sailor. We have a ship. A large, empty ship.”

He tells her, “the ship can’t carry an island.” He knows from the shift in her emotions what she’s thinking.

She tells him, “It can carry a few.”

2.

“I will give you one piece of advice and one piece of advice only, so listen well: do not be your mother. Your mother was bright and beautiful and kind, and you somehow have managed to deceive everyone who meets you into believing you are the same. That was her strength, use that to your advantage too. But do not ever, ever let them know you’re too smart for your own good. She thought herself smarter than them, and in all of her stupid hubris she let them know it. That is what got your mother killed. Not what I did or didn’t teach her, not what resources I could or could not have sent to her aid. She made the people love her, but then tried to not just win the games but beat the games, and that made her a threat, so they made damn sure that she wasn’t making it out.”

Her fingernails dig into his shoulder, voice as sharp as a whip’s crack. “And if you dare try and pull shit like that or do anything that keeps my daughter from coming home, I will ensure you make it not one step further than your mother did.”

3.

Her head whipped frantically back and forth, trying in vain to decide whether to go aid the fallen, extremely pregnant stranger still sitting dazed on the icy sidewalk, or attempt to restrain her slightly-less-pregnant best friend currently marching into busy traffic, voice raised to a full bellow

“Stress isn’t good for the baby,” she whispered. The baby, of course, referring to herself.

4.

His hands flew up into full indignant gesturing mode. “I most certainly did not steal it!” They then shifted to push his glasses up his nose as he said, notably quieter, “I…left a note explaining my friend’s urgent dilemma, as well as enough paper money to pay for both a commercial car ride as far as two cities away plus extra to buy a new bike of equal cost. There’s—there’s a difference.”

At everyone’s collective gape, he straightened his posture. “I’m assuming that no one else was raised to always carry emergency ransom money.”

Aaaaand 5! This one isn’t even CLOSE to only 2 paragraphs but writing this entire exchange made me laugh so I wanna share it with y’all xD WARNING FOR RATED M JOKES

“What. No, I do not stick my dick in—” he flails incredulously. “I was referencing porn?!”

“What does pornography have to do with food safety violations?”

“No, you’re not—the dick in the box is part of the porn—”

“You find food safety violations…erotic?”

“Jesus Christ. No. I do not get off to ‘food safety violations’ and stop calling it that.”

“Then why watch it?”

“I don’t! Holy shit, I was literally just making a joke—”

“I didn’t get it.”

“Obviously! Look, I’m sorry, okay? Just to clarify, no I do not stick my dick in pizza boxes nor do I find the idea at all arousing. Sounds like a good way to get the worst kind of burns from the hot cheese, actually. Or a UTI. Now if you excuse me, I’m just going to…” He gestures awkwardly over his shoulder, pivots around and vaults straight over the countertop, then makes a beeline for the freshly-cleaned bathrooms so he can go drown himself in the toilet.

Also oops forgot to tag people.

I taaaaaag any of my followers who writes or draws and wants to share any of their WIPs!

[dungeonsandblorbos]

out of context campaign notes part II

featuring some of my favorite lines from the first three sessions of Curse of Strahd (campaign intro here), in which the party meets each other for the first time, gets tricked into entering trapping themselves in Barovia, and naturally ends up in the Death House almost immediately. we do manage to clear the Death House, though, and finish up the third session by meeting Ismark and Ireena!

[content warnings for CoS typical body horror undead monsters, implied harm to children, and harm to a cat, but the cat is okay, don't worry. unfortunately cannot say the same for the children this time. read more cuts off before any of that starts, however]

god said shut up you idiots

~just cleric things~

i have been mistaken for a server

a drenched man in brightly colored clothes is standing there, dripping everywhere

i raise my hand, but the dude ignores me

i’ve heard werewolves don’t like eating in the rain

Shalden has worm brain

the half-orc house [at a gambling table] sparks up a conversation with him, asking him where he’s staying tonight and why he’s so cool with giving up gold

Shalden gets the vibe that maybe this guy wants to rob him

also, they’re speaking orcish, which kinda sounds like scooby-doo talk

traveling altar boy

it’s a beautiful sunny day, but there’s mud and shit and fallen branches everywhere and all that jazz

dope: it’s what’s for breakfast

just to be clear, the stable boy is a 40-year-old man

Shalden: I’m gonna squat and pray

50lbs of dead horse

we aren’t in kansas anymore

there isn’t a town, but there is the overwhelming stench of death

there was no horse, or, at least, not anymore. Arrigal likes to think he makes a good horse impression though

i call him a dick. the other people at the table laugh

i ask if there’s a way to get home. he’s all “this is home” and I’m like “nah bro” and he’s like “it is now, bitch, deal with it”

there is no sun, hence everyone’s lovely complexions

the woman next door is called Mad Mary, and she’ll probably forget about us in five minutes and be back to screaming again

we head west and start snooping at the most disheveled looking house

out of every hole and shadowy place pours hundreds of mangy rats

this is the only well-oiled gate in the village

we roll initiative. nothing happens.

the suits come alive and attack us. what a surprise

something crawls out of the walls and puts itself in front of the elf

it looks like a slug or an octopus at first but, uh, well, “logically, if there’s a bare skeleton, something must have happened to the fleshy part”

it’s the fleshy part.

it’s wearing a butler’s uniform.

gross.

DM: it’s like a scarf of flesh that’s slowly squeezing on you

they murder it to death, and it flumps on the floor next to the skeleton

it leads to some stairs going up. at the top, there’s three rooms. one is a storage room with mysterious piles covered in cloth that might be corpses, and things in the walls that are definitely corpses. one is a storage room that’s not filled with corpses, and the third is a children's room

there’s a missing bone from one of the skeletons [of the children whose ghosts we are trying to put to rest]. you look over and see Snowflake [a cat] gnawing on it

i cast light on my hammer bc, as a human, i cannot see in the dark

the corpse room was originally gonna be a playroom, but then, ya know . . .

i don’t like that

apparently, Gricks sometimes eat metal

bad vibes from the dust people

there’s a severed hand running along his arm now

you are about to get punched in the face by a disembodied hand

none of the figures are aggressive, but they are ominously chanting: blood shed for life, blood shed from death, blood for the blood god, blood something something blood something

the alcove is just an alcove, with a pile of bodies and a hole up at the top

hypothesis: will bleeding give us a way out?

does this mean our own blood, or do we have to stab the baby corpses?

Valessha decides to slice their palm over the altar to see if that helps

it does not

Shalden decides to stab a baby corpse

it also does not help

Snowflake is moving a lot

noooooo we don’t have to kill the cat, do we?

let’s try stabbing Eliza!

she doesn’t react to Valessha trying to stab her, she just kinda stares

the chants are becoming faster and more frantic, and by now it’s basically just “blood”

well, the timer has run out

there’s a familiar sucking sound, and then corpse pieces fall into the water around us, and begin dragging themselves towards the alcove, where they all join together into a writhing mound of bodies

sounds crunchy!

it’s wailing, and at the center is the two babes

it’s gonna go for you [Shalden]; you’re big and meaty

advantage all over it

you are trapped in a giant ball of people meat

Shalden: i fork a chunk out of it, like you fork a ham steak

you fish Gustav out of it!

i’m knocked out, and fail my first death save

fortunately, i landed face up, so i don’t have to roll to avoid drowning!

Shalden luckily lands the final blow just then, the thing melts, the pool fills with blood, and the illusion begins to fade. everything is on fire now

the mansion goes up in flames, but we manage to get out mostly intact. Shalden does get hit by basically every single piece of falling debris tho

there’s a voice behind us

it’s a lightly accented masculine voice

it's the dude from the cult figurine!

he’s suave and hot and has dark shoulder-length curly hair 

he brushes Shalden’s cheek and he instantly regains 10hp

useless lesbian, new 5e background option

it’s strahd! he’d like to welcome us to barovia

he’s having a bit of a . . . party . . . at his “humble abode” and would like to invite us

i’m gonna take that invitation like “yes sir”

strahd also wants me to hand over my bag, which has the cat in it

he gives Snowflake some scritches while explaining how he doesn’t like cats

and then he throws my bag into the middle of the house fire!

[don't worry Snowflake escaped the bag]

he [Snowflake] is running, on fire, through a town built out of very flammable materials

poor mister Snowflake, who i am carrying like a baby

we are able to find the burgermeister’s house to deliver his body

it looks like someone has climbed over the wall and walked through the roses, repeatedly

the door of the mansion is closed

should we knock? maybe they’re friendly and will let us stay with them for the night

i bet that flesh creature felt like this piece of brie

he opens the door, looks at us, then looks at the body, and goes, “ah. again." this is apparently the fourth time his father's body has gone missing.

he is called Ismark, Ismark the Lesser

we deposit the body in a coffin in the office

Ismark: do you drink? / Cerris: yes. please.

Ismark goes to get us a 25 year vintage

as we’re chilling, a dagger flies at Shalden from the hallway

a woman comes running down the hall accusing him of working with Strahd bc, ya know, inhuman

why are you purple?

oh my god karen, you can’t just ask someone why they’re purple

this is racist

Ismark: these aren’t Strahd’s men; they’re half dead! he wouldn’t send people this incompentent. besides, they brought Father back

Ireena is Uncertain about us

come on, he’s only a half-orc, that means he’s only half-stupid

this has been out of context campaign notes part II.

~thank you~

[jackrrabbit]

how they fuck hcs: captains edition /// Bokuto, Oikawa, & Kuroo x f!reader (18+)

Haven’t done headcanons in a while but this is the defining edition & long asf ♥︎ you can picture me sitting at a folding table with a huge “change my mind” sign if you want but if something else I’ve written contradicts this, don’t @ me lol 🤡

Tags/warnings: all characters are adults, established relationship/boyfriend, various kinks (size, praise, light degradation, brat stuff, oral fixation, sensory, etc.), power dynamics (dom/sub), threesomes, titles (senpai, sir), orgasm control, kinda chaotic ngl, mentions of past manwhore behavior, includes what they’re ‘not into’ sexually but this is subjective and could change w/ context!

Bokuto Kotaro

Bokuto’s really nice and also stupid hot so he’s probably sooo ran through like king you don’t have to hook up with every girl who asks how big your hands are 😭

Honestly he kind of gets taken advantage of because he underestimates how much he’ll connect feelings w/ sex and always ends up a tiny bit heartbroken when girls tell him he’s ‘cute but not relationship material’

Obviously this is pre- meeting you though. Once he starts seeing you he’s truly obsessed and doesn’t even register other girls flirting 🥺

Anyway the point of this is that you’d probably think he’s clueless in bed before you fuck him. Like okay of course he’s going to be enthusiastic and of course his dick is big but does he have the skill? Can he back it up ?? but since he actually has a lot of experience the answer is yes, yes he can

Also yes, his dick is big (a strong competitor for biggest in hq imo)!! and he doesn’t want to hurt you but he also doesn’t have such a good awareness of that possibility. He loses that awareness sometimes when he’s feeling you around him, wanting more of that feeling so bad it’s hard to pay attention to anything else

Praise praise praise! Bokuto needs affirmation—needs you to tell him his cock is so big, feels so good inside your pussy filling you up, needs to hear how good he is and how much you want him 🤍🤍

He gives praise too but it doesn’t even register as praise to him, he just says whatever comes to mind when he’s inside you and it comes out of his mouth sounding like worship

A moaner. None of that fake shit though, Bokuto’s just naturally loud—whining and groaning and panting your name in your ear when he cums inside you. He’s not subtle and even though he’d be embarrassed if your neighbors asked him to keep it down or something, he can’t make himself care that much in the moment (honestly he kind of wants people to hear—his voice and your voice and the sound of his bed frame smacking against the wall every fraction of a second while he fucks you)

Physical contact is so important to Bokuto. He wants to smother you with his whole body on yours, feel your skin touching his in every place it possibly can because he needs to be covered in you and vice versa. He’s gonna be putting his full weight on you until you tap out and tell him “okay I love you and I need you but I also kinda need to breathe” :0

Let’s be honest Bokuto’s a sub-leaning top, no? He loves topping you, loves moving with you and changing pace and positions to get deeper but he’s also super into you telling him what you want him to do to you. Same with kinky stuff—he doesn’t really come up with it himself but if you say something like “hey um what would you think if I wore handcuffs next time” he would be soooooo into it and would not be able to focus on anything else for the foreseeable future because he’s too busy fantasizing about it

Not incredibly possessive but he has his moments. He might get a bit insecure in group settings/threesomes bc he wants to be your #1 but he would be down for a threesome with someone he really trusts (like maybe Akaashi 😳)

Kissing is a must. If you stop kissing Bokuto he’ll tell you “hey—hey, kiss me, kiss me right now, fuck, I can’t, please—please just kiss me okay?”

Cockwarming. Enough said.

favorite position: missionary or lazy doggy/lying down doggy, basically anything where he’s lying fully against you and he can feel every movement you try to make and how you’re breathing. Wants to feel your heartbeat while he’s fucking you. When he starts dating you he has a fantasy of falling asleep with his cock still inside your warm, fucked-out pussy, but he’s too embarrassed to bring it up on his own at first

kinks: praise, duh. Creampies if you’re on bc. Bokuto’s into Shibari aesthetically but he’s not good at tying the knots :< Also roleplay? esp things like you dressing up as a school teacher and him as a student >///< but all in all he’s pretty happy with vanilla sex. Intimacy and care for one another are really the only things that he considers absolutely necessary in his sex life 🤍

not into: sadism—Bokuto has a really hard time causing you pain even if it’s something you’re asking for. If you want to try S&M he’ll do his best but it will take a lot of negotiating and reassurance on your part for him to give you more than a half-hearted slap on the ass and he’ll never get super into it. See also: no-kissing sex and degradation—not his thing, never been a fan, not into it—it just ruins the vibe for him and it makes him sad. But in the end he’s a puppy dog and he will do anything for you if you ask him sincerely ♥︎

Oikawa Tooru

If “service dom” had a definition in the dictionary there would be a little picture of Oikawa next to it. He jacks off fantasizing about how good he can make you feel more often than the other way around

It’s easier that way—if for whatever reason he can’t actually fuck you for a few days, he can at least get himself off remembering how your pussy clenches and drips on his fingers when he makes you cum

Up until meeting you he was kind of a serial monogamist so he has the most serious relationship experience of anyone on this list. Even though he wishes he’d met you sooner, he’s still grateful for those experiences bc it makes him a better bf to you ❤️

and also. it makes him better at fucking you.

Oikawa knows you so well. Your reactions, the subtle changes in your expressions and the little twitches in your muscles that tell him what you’re feeling and where. You have no opportunity to hide anything or hold out from him—he can basically read your mind while he’s fucking you. So when he asks you things like “oh…you liked that, didn’t you? you got—mmh, got a little tighter baby—you want me to keep doing that?” he’s not asking because he really needs to know—of course he knows. He just wants to tease you and make you squirm

In his mind sharing is caring!! Oikawa definitely gets hard thinking about fucking you along with his friends/teammates. It’s a mixture of wanting to show you off (his perfect, sexy girlfriend, the way you moan, the way you cry, the way you feel when you cum—he should get to brag about how lucky he is to have you, right?) and wanting to give you every kind of experience and pleasure. Watching you fall apart on his cock can be even more fun when you’re trying to take someone else’s too

He’s typically very secure and doesn’t get jealous in threesomes. It helps that even though he doesn’t come off like a hard dom per se, he does prefer to take on the ‘highest’ dom role in group scenes even if it isn’t obvious at first. He likes to be in control and he gets a kick out of teaching the others how to fuck you & thus proving that no matter who’s touching you, you’re still his at the end of the day

Stroke game is immaculate. Oikawa knows your body better than you do—knows when you want it rough and fast and nasty and when you need it slow and deep. His dick has a nice curve and he knows how to use it, very good at finding your g-spot and paying extra attention to it

Likes edging you and sometimes himself too. Oikawa’s so good with your body that it really doesn’t take much to make you cum…like come on, he wants to enjoy it, doesn’t he? And you get so sensitive after you finish—it should make sense that he wants to make it last as long as possible. Oikawa could get you off anytime, easily, but he prefers to drag it out until you’re trying to touch yourself and begging him to give you that release, because it’s so much better when he does it. You look so cute like that ♡

Little bit of an oral fixation. Likes to make you suck his fingers and spit in his mouth. Likes to bite and leave hickeys and lick. “If you really love your girl there’s no part of her body you won’t put in your mouth” 100%

Making you cum is way more important to him than cumming himself. Yes, he loves the feeling of cumming all deep inside you, but he’s always going to put your orgasm first. As long as you’re with him you’re basically guaranteed multis every night

Praise but it’s condescending. Degradation but it’s affectionate. In the end, it all comes from a place of love ❤️

favorite position: anything where he can see your face and has a pretty good amount of control over the movement, like you on your back on a table or missionary with your legs on his shoulders. Likes some nice deep penetration and access to your clit, he’s all about that blended orgasm 😌

Oikawa really really wants to look at your expressions and talk to you during sex (not…conversations, but he needs to be able to tease you and make fun of you!!) so he prefers face-to-face positions. Eats pussy with you upright whenever possible, e.g. you sitting on the edge of a bed with one foot up and the other on his shoulder

kinks: Oikawa is pretty adventurous and has tried a lot of different things in the past, but what he really wants is to do all of those things with you. Favorites are the praise/degradation combo (his specialty) and light bondage along the lines of cuffs or gags (not so much full restraints unless it’s a special occasion—he likes changing position and anything too complicated makes that difficult). Oikawa has a thing for titles and would definitely appreciate being called ‘senpai’ or ‘sir’ as the mood hits you. All in all sex is supposed to be fun and playful and he wants to explore all the different ways he can make you feel good <3

not into: Oikawa is actually pretty down if you want to dom him but he’s kind of annoying as a sub so be prepared for that… Also he’s not a good candidate for angry sex/break-up sex/fight sex because he gets carried away with his emotions and has a bad habit of taking it too far with degradation/control when there are unresolved issues between the two of you :( However he’s aware of this & so he’s usually careful to keep sex off the table if his emotional state is going to make things sketchy—your comfort/safety/pleasure are his #1 priority during sex and always ♥︎

Kuroo Tetsurou

Kuroo has suuuuch a high sex drive, but it takes him by surprise when you two start dating because he’s never really felt this way about sex? Before you his sex life felt pretty boring honestly—he jacked off a few times a week to mediocre porn, passed through his occasional hookups and maybe even a few relationships, had sex that he always felt like he should enjoy more than he actually did

And then you. Jesus fucking Christ. Every time you sleep together, it’s like a revelation—so this is what it’s supposed to feel like? this is how it’s supposed to be?

It doesn’t really make sense—Kuroo was always fulfilled with his sex life and he thought he was having pretty good, even really good sex, but it’s so different with you. He wants you all the time, wants to be fucking you all the time. Even when he’s inside you it feels like he’s not close enough. It’s torture, but he loves it. He’s a grown ass man but when he’s with you he feels like a hormonal teenager

Sex is super…sensory?? for Kuroo. Like he thinks your voice is so so so sexy and your body is so so so perfect and your face is so so so cute. The way you moan makes him dizzy and when you’re away, he gets hard listening to voicemails of you saying his name on repeat—“bye Tetsurou, I love you—Tetsurou—Tetsurou—I love you—“

At this point he rarely even jacks off anymore because the real thing is just so much better.

Kuroo’s in love with your body and the way it moves. Doesn’t give a fuck if your titties/ass are little or big or whatever, he wants his hands on your skin at all times 💙 Kuroo loves sleeping in bed with you and if the two of you are spending the night together not a single second passes when he’s not petting your waist or grabbing your titties like a security blanket. Body worship is par for the course—foreplay isn’t complete if he hasn’t kissed every inch of you and given you little lovebites on your ass your chest your inner thighs…

Very very fixated on your pussy. Kuroo eats pussy like it’s his life’s calling. If he had to pick between only receiving head or only eating pussy for the rest of his life it would be sooo hard to choose—he’d agonize over the decision, stay up all night thinking about it because he loves the way you suck his cock BUT ultimately he doesn’t think he could live without the taste of your pussy. His life would always be missing something 😔

“Come sit on my face right now baby, I wanna taste you”

Honestly he’s terrible abt it bc he’s really good but he does not. let up when you cum. Maybe a few minutes in you’re already squirming and pushing your cunt up away from his face and crying because “Tetsurou Tetsurou please, I’m cumming, I—fuck!” and your pussy gets so wet and sensitive so how is he supposed to let you go when you try to pull off?

Nah nah nah, quit trying to move. He barely got a taste, and you’re think you’re going to get off easy? Kuroo’s using all that volleyball strength to lock his arms around your thighs and keep you riding his tongue until you’re squirting and squealing. So adorable, so yummy. Unless you give him the hard ‘no’ he’ll be down there for hours before he finally gives in and fucks you—nothing better than your soft, squishy wet pussy clenching around him with the aftershocks after you’ve cum so many times you couldn’t even stand up by yourself if you tried <3

favorite position: you sitting on his face and 69 are both pretty high up there. For proper fucking, Kuroo’s partial to doggy—the view is a big draw, not to mention access to your ass. Also a big fan of you bouncing in his lap with your boobs in his face

kinks: overstimulation. Kuroo’s very into teasing you so he gets off watching your bratty little protests turn into incoherent whining with his tongue pressing over your clit or his cock halfway into your guts. He’s also a bit into public sex/exhibitionism—closing the blinds and fucking you over his desk on his lunch break, petting your pussy while you try to talk on the phone, christening bathrooms and back hallways at every fancy restaurant and club he takes you to. His addiction to your body definitely manifests as a desire to record you at all times too—he wants to take videos of him fucking you, you masturbating, you crying out his name while you cum, anything he can use to get off you when he can’t have you live and in person. Whatever nudes you send him are his most prized possessions

not into: any kind of restriction/orgasm denial/edging on your part or his. His goal is to make you cum as much and as often as possible, so it feels counterintuitive to put that off. Same goes for anything under the umbrella of neglect play or staying apart from you. Also, Kuroo thinks he’d be open to sensory deprivation stuff like being restrained or being blindfolded, but in practice anything that prevents him from seeing you and touching you is a no-go. Dummy is just too obsessed ♥︎

[wishful-soda]

Speak of the Devil: Chapter Two

Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3,249

Speak of the Devil - Playlist

A/N: This is more backstory in 2016. 2018 will be when the story takes place. Consider this another prequel ;) Also, please enjoy my goofy chapter title because it took me a while to decide how to spell how it sounds to say that.

Taglist: @its-astrotea-love @thatchickwiththecamera @stelena-klayley @fkrause @bekindbecoolbeyou

Chapter Two : Tomayto, Tomahto

2016 Spanish Grand Prix

May 15th 2016

Daniel was definitely used to being interviewed and asked questions he didn’t want to answer. From questions that were extremely too personal to ones that were completely absurd, he had perfected the ability to laugh it off and change the subject or to answer with a joke. This morning, however, was different because he started the day on edge.

If he was being honest with himself, he’d been feeling on edge since 2 weeks ago. When he unceremoniously found out that not only were they moving Max Verstappen to his team, but they also clearly did not care what he thought or even think he was important enough to know it was happening before everyone else. He considered it a talent of his to always remain positive, but today, it was hard. He had been asked how he felt about Max joining the team at least 20 times already and he’d given the same answer every time, but these journalists were professionals. They knew they needed a headline and they weren’t going to stop asking until they got one or at least a quote they could print out of context.

Daniel knew all of this and yet, the short and pushy male that was shoving his phone into his face, undoubtedly recording, got the better of him. He was frustrated.

“I don’t have a comment on Max’s deal. And if you’d please move, I have much more important things to be doing right now.” Daniel snapped, not even sure what exactly the question was, but just hearing the words ‘Max’ and ‘eclipsing’, yet again.

On top of the questions and probing and digging, there was the fact that Max had out done him in qualifying yesterday. Yes, it was only by one spot, but it was quite the statement for his first race with the team. Max knew that, Daniel knew that, hell, his grandmother probably even knew that.

As Daniel huffed into the driver’s room, his eyes were immediately drawn to you. You were standing in the back of the room, discussing something with Max, gesturing with your hands as you spoke. Thankfully your back was to him and he actually felt himself let out a breath of relief at the fact that he didn’t have to face that challenging look in your eyes.

He leaned against the wall and watched you for a moment, briefly noticing that Max was listening intently, nodding and added thoughts here and there. He looked like he really took you seriously and the comment he had made when the two of you first met popped into his head. As his gaze traveled back to the backside of you, he thought about apologizing for the way he’d acted the first time you met. He hadn’t meant to act like a complete dick, he was caught off guard by you being there, being so stunning, and somehow immune to his charm that worked on so many others. Add to that the fact that you told him Max was in a meeting with his team principal, and saying he was shaken would be an understatement.

He watched you for a moment longer, thinking about what he could say to you, rehearsing an apology in his head. If only Max would finish whatever the hell he was rambling on about and leave you alone for a second. No way he was going to say anything like that in front of Max, no fucking way. He needed Max to think that the only thing running through his mind was beating him. And that’s what should have been the only thing running through his mind. And yet, there you stood, keeping him from getting focused and in the zone for the upcoming race.

Daniel finally sighed and pushed off of the wall he was leaning against, giving up on waiting. It was probably for the best, he told himself. It was better for his racing career if he didn’t get close to his rival or anyone at his rival’s right hand side. He made his way over to his race engineers, a smile plastered on his face, a hope deep in his gut that no one could tell how fake it was to overcompensate for how completely shit things had been lately. Especially you.

“Hey boys, how we going?” He chuckled. He didn’t even notice your head turning to look in his direction as his voice echoed off the walls and filled the space. Well...he almost didn’t notice.

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No matter how hard you tried, words would always fail to describe the level of celebration that occurred after Max won the 2016 Spanish Grand Prix. Not only was he now the youngest driver to win a Formula Grand Prix, but he was also the first Dutchman to win. Throw in the fact that it was also his first race with Red Bull and it was the perfect recipe for everyone, including a lot of the other drivers, to go wild. It seemed like everyone was stoked for Max and the level of euphoria you were feeling was unlike anything else.

You’d been relieved to finally shed the team polo and shorts you’d worn at the track and change into something that made you look as good as you were feeling. No, you weren’t the one behind the wheel or even part of the design and work on the car. Hell, you didn’t even play a part in the strategy or anything like that, but what you did do, was just as important. You made sure Max was in the right physical and mental shape in order to execute and goddamnit, you were going to be proud of yourself too.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel like you were absolutely glowing as you leaned over the hotel bar and flashed the bartender a grin, practically singing your order to him. You’d chosen a dress that you threw into your suitcase at the last minute in case you needing something for a fancy dinner and as you sat and waited for Max to come down so the two of you could take a towncar to whatever club it was you were celebrating at, you were quite pleased with yourself for choosing the perfect combo of comfortable and stunning in one.

When Max finally made his way through the hotel lobby and over to the bar you were seated at, you’d already had two drinks.

“What took you so long?” You questioned, standing to walk with him out of the hotel, the perfectly warm evening making the night even sweeter.

“I think every single person staying in this hotel must of stopped me to congratulate me” Max laughed, a mixture of disbelief and happiness in his voice. “I didn’t want to be impolite so I was stuck shaking hands. Where were you? Your job is to distract and deter.” You laughed the second the words left his mouth.

“Oh okay so now we’re adding security to my job description? I hope that comes with a pay raise.” You quipped back. Max barked a laugh in response as he opened the car door for you, letting you slide in.

Once the two of you were in the car, Max left out a breath of air, as if he could finally let go and then glanced over at you, actually looking at you for the first time that evening and his eyebrows raised.

“What.” You said flatly, not even wanting to hear what ever sarcastic comment he had lined up.

“Nothing, it’s just always surprising when you look like a girl.” He shrugged. “I didn’t even know you owned a dress like that.”

“Says the guy who dresses like a dad. You can talk about what I wear when you wear more than khakis and a button up.” You said shortly.

“I don’t care what you wear, just stand behind me or off to the side so the chicks don’t think we’re together.” He tried to sound confident and ending up laughing at himself and how absurd the statement sounding coming out of his mouth.

“If you don’t do well with “the chicks -” You put air quotes in and mocked his voice. “ - it most definitely won’t be because of me.”

The two of you continued to chat excitedly until you finally arrived at the club. You weren’t sure how it was decided that everyone would come here or if was an event or what exactly the festivities after an F1 entailed, but you were thrilled regardless. You let Max walk several steps ahead of you on purpose, while he was joking in the car, he was also absolutely right. You knew that because you were female and you were close to Max, everyone was looking for any hint that the two of you were together.

When you were rushed past the line and past some VIP ropes, you caught up to Max.

“So what exactly-” Your words were cut off by cheering, hooping and hollering and overall excitement because Max had entered the room. The two of you were immediately swept away by someone who looked important, drinks planted into your hands.

Well. Everyone looked important. You were thankful that most people had already started drinking, you didn’t have to worry as much about the impression you were making. You smiled at no one in particular. Tonight was going to be really great night.

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After hours of drinking and dancing, you were absolutely buzzing. The mixture of alcohol, the loud music, the excitement of the night, it all had you feeling like you were on cloud nine. Maybe that’s why you didn’t notice that when you plopped yourself onto a lounge at one of the tables in the back of the room to give your feet a break, that you sat down right next to Daniel and several people that were with him.

When Daniel shouted your name over the music, still booming, but a bit quieter where you were in the back, you turned your head quickly, suddenly sitting up straight.

“Oh, hi. Sorry, I didn’t even notice you guys, I didn’t mean to crash your party” You grabbed your bag and drink from the table, already going to stand up, but Daniel’s hand was on top of yours in seconds.

“Nah, you don’t have to go!” He laughed, nodding towards your seat. “Sit back down, we’ll have a chat.” He winked. You quickly surveyed him, the girl next to him, and the dark haired man across from him at the table. You were fairly certain his name was Michael, but you hadn’t been formally introduced. He must of seen you assessing the situation and overthinking because he laughed loudly.

“C’mon, just sit down! You look like you’re expecting me to jump up and murder you or something.” The girl ogling him giggled too loudly at his ‘joke’ and you already wanted out of this. “You can stay, I mean, this is your party anyway isn’t it?’ he insisted and you finally plopped back down, hoping it would just make him shut up.

“It’s not my party.” You replied, taking another drink and trying to survey just how much he’d already had to drink himself.

“Ah tomayto, tomahto!” He grinned at you, holding his drink out in an offering to cheers. A peace offering maybe? “You won too today”

You couldn’t help the way your cheeks flushed and a smile creeped onto your face when he grinned like that at you. You gave in and clinked your glass against his and then took a swig.

“Atta girl!” Daniel whooped, fist pumping the air dramatically. You silently hoped to yourself that no one could tell your heart was pounding.

You finally tore your eyes away from him and turned to look at the man across the table, realizing you were being totally rude. You held your hand out and introduced yourself formally to the friendly face you’d seen around Daniel often.

“Michael” He said, shaking your hand and offering you a kind smile. “I’m Daniel’s -”

“He’s my YOU!” Daniel interrupted loudly, leaning in over your left shoulder to insert himself into the conversation. He smelled amazing, which had you wondering how someone could drink and sweat in a club for 3 hours and still smell that good. Someone sat down to your right, so you instinctively leaned away from the stranger, you breath hitching a bit when you realized you had leaned closer to him.

“I’m sorry, what?” You laughed, scrunching your face up in confusion.

“Michael and I grew up together. He’s my trainer, best mate, assistant, personal chef, y’know anything I need all rolled into one.” Michael rolled his eyes and shot Daniel a look over the top of his glass as he took another drink.

“Oh right, okay.” You turned to look at Michael again, forcing yourself to tear your eyes from Daniel’s face again. “So I’ll come find you to complain about driver’s and their moods.” You smirked. Daniel gasped and clutched his chest as if you’d just sworn in church.

“Drivers do not have moods miss”

Michael eyes had that flicker of comradery that you only get when you realize someone can commemorate and sympathize. He smiled widely in response and nodded, discreetly flicking his eyes towards Daniel and back at you “This one definitely has moods…”

You couldn’t help but laugh loudly at that because you were pretty sure you’d already seen one of those aforementioned “moods”.

“C’mon that’s not fair!” Daniel butt in again.

When you moved your gaze from Michael to him, he looked like he was waiting for you to look him, a look that almost said "Hello?" on his face. You noticed his eyes clocking the two of you, fluttering from you to Michael and back again. He paused so quickly you might of missed it and you could have sworn you saw his brain change trajectory.

Daniel leaned back against the booth-like suede couch behind him.

“You can’t compare work perks and cons, it’s entirely different.” Suddenly his winning smile you were just admiring, began to look like a smirk.

“How so?” You scoffed. “You two are best friends, just like Max and I. Seems pretty similar to me.”

Daniel nodded emphatically, his eyes darting upwards at nothing as if he was really taking in and considering your points and mulling them over in his head. When his eyes lowered again and locked onto yours, they looked narrow and hard.

“I guess you’re right, it’s pretty similar. The only difference is Michael and I don’t fuck.” He said coolly.

Your stomach dropped, face going cold. Michael looked uncomfortable and coughed. Daniel smiled like he was entirely thrilled with himself.

Bastard. Insufferable, intolerable bastard.

What were you even supposed to say to that? You had told him it wasn’t true. He asked you point blank and you told him no.

“You know that’s not true.” You said shortly, clenching your jaw tightly. “That’s not Max and I’s relationship.”

“I don’t know why you act like it’s such a bad thing to admit.”

“Because it’s. Not. True.” You hissed through gritted teeth. “Why are you so insistent that it is?”

“Just seems like it makes more sense that way”

“It makes more sense what way?” you demanded, quickly losing patience for this conversation.

“It makes more sense that a hot young babe such as yourself” He grinned again. “Would be dating Max instead of being physio or physical trainer or whatever. Hey, that's a complement! Don’t twist up your face like that.”

What a misogynistic piece of….

You stood quickly, grabbing your bag hastily, accidentally knocking over an empty drink with just ice. You glared down at him once more.

“You’ve really got the asshole playboy role down don’t you?” You shot, before turning to Michael. “It was nice to meet you, I’ll see you around the paddock.” You said before turning to walk off. You meant it, Michael was perfectly nice. How was he best friends with someone like Daniel?

“Hey, you don’t have to be embarrassed! It sounds like a sweet setup if you ask me!” He called after you, laughing. “They say it’s not what you know, it’s who you know in this biz, am I right?”

You thought you heard Michael telling him to shut up, but once you were a few steps away from the table, their voices were drowned out by the music pretty quickly. You scanned the room, trying to find Max to let him know you were heading back to the hotel. Once you found him, you made a beeline, pushing your way through people.

“MAX” You yelled and he spun around immediately, the same grin he’d worn all night still plastered on his face.

“I’m going back, can you make it back okay with these guys?” You nodded towards some other people on the Red Bull team and what looked to be a very drunk Carlos Sainz. He must of overheard because he sloppily threw an arm over Max’s shoulder.

“We got him!” He slurred. You paused for a moment, wondering if these boys could really be responsible on their own, but it wasn't your job to babysit.

“Okay, see you all later. Have fun!” You gave Max the best smile you could fake so you didn’t ruin his night or cause any worry and quickly exited the club.

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You woke the next morning to your phone buzzing over and over on the side table next to you. You smacked the table blindly, trying to connect with it and get it to stop at any cost. It was too early, you were too exhausted. When it stopped you sighed in relief and pulled the covers up around yourself again.

Two seconds later it started buzzing again and you groaned in annoyance.

“Who the hell…” You grumbled, finally grabbing your phone and turning on the screen, flinching at the brightness.

You had thousands of notifications. Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, they all filled your screen. Not to mention texts from your mom and several of your friends.

What the fuck?

You frowned in confusion as you started to scroll through the tweets you were mentioned in.

“I can’t believe this, Max’s first win and this is how you act? The boy deserves better!”

“Too bad she had to bring Daniel in on her shadiness. I wonder if he even knew they were dating?”

Then one @ you and Max; “DUMP HER MAN!”

When you finally found the link they were all replying to and clicked it.

There you were, in the few seconds you were sitting next to Daniel and smiling. The picture looked like you were leaning into him and you realized the man who had sat down next to you last night must of been the one to take it. Your blood iced over when you read the headline, you weren’t sure if you should scream or cry.

MAX VERSTAPPEN’S GIRLFRIEND GETS COZY WITH TEAMMATE DANIEL RICCIARDO

[stay-midnight]

Royals. II

Hwang Hyunjin x Male Reader

W.C: 5.5K Words (😃)

Triggers: Explicit Smut, Mentions of Marriage, Mentions of Rejections/Stood up.

Things to be noted: Royalty AU, There’s some fluff at the aftercare, some angst too, Slight Seungmin x reader, Slight Jeonglix without context and Binsung with Han being a total flirt.

Kinks/Warnings: Top Hwang Hyunjin, Bottom Reader, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Edging, Degradation, Puppy Petname, There’s some drool-, Consensual, Safewords, Blowjobs (Reader receiving), Marks and Bruises, Slight Possessiveness, Aftercare (This is not a kink, it’s needed) Lubricated Sex, Unprotected Sex / No condoms (This is not promoting unprotected sex, use condoms irl !!), Palming, Slight Master Kink, Hyunjin has a big dick, Mouth Fingering, It’s so messy, Doggy Style and Hickeys (Lots of em)

a/n: Wowow, this is my longest fic yet and it’s a part 2 I— Anyways, I’m sorry for making you guys wait for so long for this~ HSHSHSHS, hopefully it’s good ! If I miss any warnings or triggers please inform me sksksk.

Hyunjin clenched his fist as he stared at the two princes laughing at the distance.

Why? He asks himself at why is he pressed about them, talking. Hyunjin wanted to rip the brown haired man away from you.

His jaw tightened in frustration in this feeling of his — was it jealousy? But he barely knew the guy in the first place, but noticing him at the corner of his eyes in the crowd at his speech makes his heart race.

He doesn’t believe in love in first sight — Heck, Hyunjin barely believes love exist. All those princesses were completely head over heels for him since he was young but never gave them attention as he knew that money or his looks is all they care about. It doesn’t sit right with him.

. . .

Hyunjin did nothing for the past thirty minutes but just stare at the face of the man who he seems attracted too.

He was also a bit salty at the fact that a prince was now giving head pats to you, he didn’t like that one bit. He accidentally let out a growl which did not stay unnoticed by his siblings.

“Jin?” A male voice snapped him out of his darkly clouded mind.

He snapped head towards the speaker, alarmed at the sudden call of his nickname, it was his older brother, the brother suddenly placed his arm on his shoulder, “You okay? You seemed distracted..—”

A laugh emerged from a woman near him,, her eyes twinkling with curiosity — Curious to why his brother, Hyunjin seemed a bit out of his head for a long time earlier.

“Yeji?” the eldest brother asked, turning his head slowly to her.

“What’s funny?” he continued, looking at her with a raised eyebrow, his lips frowning slightly.

“Nothing. Just wondering what’s gotten into Hyunjin...~ He was staring into the distance for a long time.” Yeji spoke, eyeing Hyunjin curiously — a hint of smirk playing at her lips.

Hyunjin froze.

“Uh, I was just watching what’s happening.” Hyunjin smiled as casual as he could, before grabbing the water from the near table to hydrate himself.

Yeji looked at him in question, not buying his response. “Whatever, birthday boy is being his boring self.” she shrugged off before standing up and going somewhere.

The eldest brother was very confused about what’s happening so he just sat back down and yawned.

“Hey! I’m older than you!” Hyunjin shouted before mumbling curses at her sister’s impudence before a bell suddenly rang.

. . .

The host stepped back upon the stage and bowed, “The ball will now begin, masks will be distributed in a little while, as requested by the prince — This will be a masquerade ball. Every one, enjoy your time at the palace !”

The male host smiled in content before leaving to the backstage.

You and Seungmin have been conversing for a while, unaware of the eyes that has been raking you from across the ball room.

. .

A lot of formally dressed occupants came out, holding stacks of differently designed half masks.

One of them suddenly approached you and handed you one. A white half mask, with gold lines and swirls remarkably designed by the maker.

The occupants handing out these masks have their own mask on also.

The giver of your mask had a smirk embedded on his lips before bowing.

You looked at Seungmin weirdly after that certain interaction with the masked guy, “Maybe just a creep?” he asks you in wonder.

You jabbed your elbow at him, “Don’t be silly, this is a castle. There is absolutely no way that someone without decency is here.”

“Hm, you never know Y/N.” he says in a serious tone making you stare at him in confusion before nodding.

. . .

Seungmin got his own mask — a dark blue colored one with sapphire crystals decorating the sides. He smiles at you before reaching for your hand, “Do you want to be my partner, Y/N?” he mumbles while you just nodded abruptly.

“Why me though? There’s many princesses out there?” you questioned suddenly, squeezing his hand pathetically.

“I have a more preference for men than women.” he stops and looks at you for any bad reactions before he continued;

“You seem fine and you’ve got good looks.” Seungmin complimented before taking you to the middle of the ball room where most people with partners are already gathered.

Slow and enchanting music started playing, the sensual melody was enough to calm your nerves and remove all thoughts of questioning Seungmin.

A hand was placed in your waist and in your shoulder, alerting you.... But, when you blink out of your own head, Seungmin was staring right at you with smile.

You placed your hands on his shoulder and waist as well, swaying through the music naturally.

While dancing you caught a glimpse through the crowd of a familiar red-head. He had a red half mask on with ruby crystals creating a spinning design on the eyes. A smirk formed his lips as he looked back at you, nodding twice. It was Jeongin dancing with a blonde haired man, his hair neatly sitting in a mullet. Felix.

You didn’t know if you wanted to curse him for leaving you or thank him for a new friend. You haven’t seen nor talked to Felix yet but maybe you will after this ceremony.

. . .

After dancing with Seungmin for a long while; a trumpet sounded which made you sigh as you look at Seungmin, knowing what it means.

Switch in partners.

“Good luck, Y/N~” he said with his signature cute smile that you’ve seen throughout the day.

You let out another sigh before gasping as someone took hold of your right wrist.

“Would you like to partner up with me?” A voice asked in a sexy voice, loosening the grip on your arm.

Swinging your head to the source of the attractive voice, you find yourself staring at a tall man with black hair — it was fairly long. He was wearing a black half mask adorned with dark flowers at the corners. He seems familiar, curiosity now took over your judgement as you nod courtly.

“May I ask for your name?” you looked at him, tilting your head to the side.

He looked up, thinking before looking back at you again with a smile, “Call me Hyun.” he breathed before taking your hand in his.

He then wrapped his other arm around your waist pulling you close to him. Chest to chest. You didn’t really mind because it was just a dance after all. Right?

You place your free hand on his shoulder, swaying to the music.

You stare up into his enticing eyes as if your were entranced by it. Slowly trailing your eyes to his big lips. Now you were extremely curious of what’s behind his mask. “From which kingdom are you?” You ask, mumbling your words.

His eyes peered down to your eyes in thought again, “I’ll answer all of your questions, when I get this mask off.” he whispers in your ear huskily causing you to shiver at his voice.

He didn’t come off to you suspicious or anything but his demeanor boasts arousal which wasn’t helping at the fact that you were slightly into his voice.

Okay maybe not slightly?—

. . .

Dancing across the ballroom and somehow not hitting any other partners was comforting since your own partner held you comfortably.

That is when you caught a familiar purple hair through the dancing figures, it was Changbin, dancing with....

Is that Han? You thought in shock as Changbin was practically being lead on by his partner. The partner suddenly lifted him up, princess style. Carrying him as if he was a feather.

Your partner noticed the constant staring just above his shoulder, “What is it?” he murmured to you, wanting to know what’s caught your attention. “Um, friends.”

He spun you around to get a good glimpse, suddenly a grin was evident on his face after you looked up at him staring into the distance — the direction you were looking at earlier.

No words spoken in between, he lifted you up, princess style — knocking the breath out of you, “Wha—”

You almost let out a shriek from being carried, “Put me down— oh my god, If you drop me, I fucking swear Hyun.” you hiss at him, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep yourself from falling.

“I won’t. Trust me.” he said as he carried you throughout the dance, you clutching him as if your life depended on it. Trust is not you have with a stranger, what the hell

. . .

Music stopped playing as the people stopped moving.

You sighed in pure relief, almost worried for your back to be broken. The man, named Hyun finally put you down and allowed you to take a breather.

“You still up for that offer of meeting me later to answer questions?” he asked smiling, to which you nodded in agreement. “Meet me at the gardens in 2 hours” He whispered to your ear, hot breath leaving his beautiful and sexy li—

“The royal gardens of the Hwangs?” You asked flushed from his teasing. The outside of this huge ballroom should be off-limits. “That isn’t allowed though right?” you took a small step back to reduce close proximity.

“I got permission from the Hwangs.”

You were a bit skeptical, “Well... If you say so...” you agreed nonetheless, not wanting to offend the other.

He nodded happily before walking away, waving his backhand at you.

You spot Felix at the corner and rushed over to him, wanting to talk to one of your best friends.

. . .

Atleast 2 hours had already passed and your energy was pretty much drained from conversing and watching Han flirt with Changbin or trying out Felix’s recommended shark meat. Jeongin was there too, pretty much being his evil self and saying stuff like: “Oooh, is it the Kim prince or that mystery guy, huh. Pick a lover, Y/N.”

Seungmin also kinda joined the friend group to with you introducing him to them, Jeongin had a mischievous smile during introduction and if you were to bury him 10 feet to the ground, you wouldn't mind. Ugh.

You realized that it was time to meet the masked man, so you excused your self from your friend group and sneakily rushed towards a door out of the room, remembering the structure of this place and where the garden is.

. . .

After some twist and turns in first floor hallway, you come face to face with a glass door, the sun that was setting was reflecting through it. You could see the tall and trimmed bushes outside as you step out. White roses were neatly sticking on the walls as the vines were all over it.

You hum as you walked around, “He didn’t exactly say where to meet him..” You scratched your head, trying to catch a shadow or a person. You eventually had to explore it a bit, sighing in annoyance as you saw a maze, “Hyun!” you shouted with all you could muster, knowing that most should be inside the party.

Birds fly out from tree at the heard noise...

Long minutes had already passed and not a single soul has been seen by your eyes.

You hung your head low and scanned the huge garden as a sigh escaped your lips, “Yeah... This is the worst.” you sulked slightly.

It’s worse to be stood up than rejected.. Atleast the person has the humility to show up when rejecting someone.

A shiver went through your spine as a cold gust of wind flew by, clutching your own arms. Disappointment was shown in your frown as you wanted to stay for a few minutes longer in hope.

. . .

You sighed, running your fingers over your scalp. As you were about to go inside, small footsteps were heard from the distance causing you to freeze in your steps and slowly turned your head to the miniscule noises.

A tall figure was walking towards you as you squinted your eyes to identify their face.

No way.. Is that...?

Fuck, it was the birthday boy — Prince Hwang Hyunjin, as if already admiring his face from earlier wasn’t enough, you had to see his pretty face again.

You were about to run inside when the Hwang shouted, “If you move, I will call the guards on you, Prince Y/N.”

Fuck.

Frozen dead in your tracks at his threat, you watched as he lurked closer, a hint of smirk dancing on those gorgeous lips.

“Prince Hyunjin, apologies but I thought someone was to meet me here..” you tried to reason out, hoping to not embarrass yourself any further by lying or trying to run.

You half-bowed to him, knowing that even though you were also a prince — He bears the name of Hwang, one of this continents, four largest kingdom.

As much as you wanted to keep your pride, it was disrespectful for a lower royal to not bow to a higher one.

He reached you and grasped your shoulder before pulling you up straight, he pulled you in by the waist causing a unintelligible sound to come out of your throat.

Familiar.

You looked at him, shocked, your mouth agape from the sudden distance change and his warmth. He held your waist tighter, pulling you impossibly closer.

Chest to chest.

Seeing your eyes he laughed, “So, what questions are you gonna ask?” he said, one of his eyebrow raised up in question.

Hyun.

. . . .

. . . .

“So, Prince Y/N. Care for hanging out with a Hwang?” He confidently asked with a smirk engraved on his lips, before he slowly reached and traced his thumb on your bottom lip. Relishing on the expressions you create.

Just a simple touch on your lips felt like a firestorm was raging inside, warmth spread across your body as heartstrings were pulled at his words.

. . .

“Sure...?” you whispered out unsure after a long silence as another gust of wind hit your back causing you to slightly shiver.

You still couldn't believe that he danced with you earlier, posing with a fake name. Though he said that it was because he didn't want to scare you off.

He was dangerous in a way, fooling with people on the higher end of the royal hierarchy is one dangerous feat.

But for some reason, you craved for his touch at this very moment, you didn’t know if it was because you maybe longed for him in that opening ceremony or that you barely have someone touch you intimately.

Hyunjin started feeling you up more while also undressing you with his eyes.

It started with light pecks to your jaw, transitioning into bodily touches like waist grabbing and slight groping. You were writhing because his touches — struggling to speak as every peck, every touch keeps your mind adrift away. You didn't even notice the bulge on your bottom garments starting to get noticeable.

“I—” you tried to catch your breath at his advances, “I d-dont think we should do this here, we might get caught..” you trailed off, tapping on his shoulder as a pleasured sigh left your mouth.

“Hm? So you want to do this? Here I thought, you were going to reject me.” He mumbles as he kissed your neck lightly.

“Don’t get the wrong idea, ah~ You are going to finish what you started..” You whispered out, moaning in the middle of the sentence when he suddenly palm your bulge with a bit of pressure.

He trailed his lips to your ears, “You’re a needy slut, huh? Don’t worry, I intend to finish what I started...~ And by the end of it? You’d want more of this.” He bit your earlobe while kneading your butt with his right hand.

You bit your lip, wanting to keep embarrassing noises from coming up your throat.

“We haven't even known each other that much, yet here you are. Presenting yourself to me like a whore.” he degraded with a smirk after pulling himself away from your ear.

You weren’t one to fuck around but Prince Hwang is one of a kind — extremely sexy and intoxicating.

You want more of him.

“Cat’s got your tongue, little pup?”

“Fuck, I don’t care — J-Just not here... Might get caught.” You hiss pathetically as he squeezed harder on your bulge, grinding into his hand.

“Hmm.. Okay.” he said, looking in to your eyes with his own bearing hints of burning lust. He took your hand, leading you back inside.

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“Wouldn’t be people be worried, that you were gone from the party? And it’s your celebratio—” you breathed out as he pinned you to the wall suddenly, suprising you as you stare at him with wide eyes.

“I don’t care about that right now.. What I care about is you on my bed, all spread out and ready to be used by me, hmm?” he mumbles lowly, kissing you on the lips — with you yelping at the sudden warmth and softness on your lips.

You wrapped an arm around his neck while you pulled on his long hair with your free hand. He groaned against your mouth. “Room, Hyunjin— p-please..” you mumble against his lips, pulling away after a second.

After Hyunjin pulled away he opened a door at a short moment’s notice before grabbed you and pullled you in. You didn’t even manage to look at the room's structure or designs as he already started to remove articles of clothing from you one by one.

“You know, how hard it was — seeing you from the crowds earlier talking to another royal, one that flirted with you at best? Maybe I should remind him who you would belong to now huh?” he looked at your naked form, licking his lips before slowly pushed you towards and down the bed.

You moaned at his words, even though you know full well that Seungmin didn't flirt with you one bit but just talking about interest. His hint of possessiveness turned you on highly.

He slowly removed his royal wear, exposing his own milky skin, smiling at the way you examined his body with your mouth slightly watering at the mere sight of it, he was without a doubt one of the most — if not the sexiest man you’ve laid your eyes upon.

His eyes turned to one of the drawer of his nightstand, he reached over and took out a small vial. “What is that?” you ask, eyeing the vial suspiciously.

“It’s rose oil, to reduce the pain.” he answered, leaning down to press a small bite against your rib, laughing lowly when he heard your breath hitch.

He placed the vial, on the sheet — next to you.

“You know, I had doubted you with your fight with your own knight. Never thought that I would find you willing to spread your legs open for me.” He says, not holding back on his cockiness.

Which guiltily made your cock twitch to which he responded — by taking a hold of your throbbing length.

“My pup liked that huh?” He said a grin forming on his lips — teasing, riling you up more.

“Pathetic.” he said in a chilling tone — massaging your left pec with his free hand. He brushed a finger tip on your nipple, before he leaned down and bit a circle mark on your now puffy bud.

You bit your lip, holding off any sounds to not boost his already huge ego. Squirming underneath him, shallowly thrusting into his hand that was grasping your cock.

His own dick was hard too, you could feel it poking your thighs in the slightest, its tip barely brushing against your skin.

Hyunjin didn’t like the lack of sounds one bit, he used his now free hand to place it at your lip, you looked at him confused.

When your mouth suddenly opened, breathing against his fingers — he took the opportunity to insert his slender fingers in your mouth.

“Hold in your sounds again, and I’ll make you choke on my dick. Got that?” he threatened, eerily glaring at you — his eyes were burning holes into your own.

You nodded submissively, to which he then turned his head into your leaking and throbbing cock. He leaned down — taking your cock in his mouth, sucking earnestly and running his tongue on the veins at the side.

You thrusted up into his mouth — a mix of whining and whimpering against his fingers that he was shoving down your throat.

His teeth brushed a tiny bit against your sensitive head causing you to cry out, sounding muffled by his fingers.

“C-Close..” You gurgled against his digits, he removed his mouth instantly from your length, a trail of spit connecting his mouth from your slit, smirking at you.

You let out a whine and tried to close your legs but Hyunjin was faster, he immediately placed his knees between your legs, keeping it open and spread.

“Tsk, Sluts don’t get to cum.” he growled, “Especially pathetic ones like you.”

He slowly pulled out his fingers from your mouth, coated in your own spit coating around it. He wiped his fingers on your sheets.

He look down at you as if you were prey to him — a small cat in a lion’s den, his eyes were heavily clouded with lust. He was itching, excited to claim you and your body, especially since you were willingly serving to him yourself in a silver platter.

He flipped you on all fours so that he could have easier access to your entrance, He smiled seeing you in such a vulnerable state, “You want this?” he mumbles leaning down to mouth at your shoulder, you whimper pushing back against him as you felt his dripping and hard cock press against the side of your ass.

You nodded twice as an answer to his question, he gripped your hair tightly, pulling on it. “Answer me, pup.” he growled deeply.

“Y-Yes.... fuck me, my—” You cut yourself off with a moan as Hyunjin touched the head of your overstimulated cock roughly. “Your what, pup?”

Dizzy from pleasure, you said the first thing that popped into your mind, “M-Master?” you moaned shortly after as he squeezed your hardening length.

“Mm, I’m your master, and you’re my slutty puppy. Aren’t you?” he said in a teasing voice, removing his hand from your cock before he prodded at your rim with a dry thumb. Applying pressure but not enough to breach the soft skin.

You let out a whimper, pushing against his fingers multiple times like a bitch in heat.

It was pathetic really, at how much willing you just want to be fucked by him already, you wrapped your own hand around your leaking length to remove some pressure — only to be met by the harsh grip of Hyunjin’s palm, “Touch yourself and I’d make sure you won’t cum tonight for a second time.”

You whined at his words and slowly remove your hand as your pre-cum started to drip down and dirty the sheets.

He finally took the vial of rose oil that he sat aside, opening it with a pop sound — he poured a generous amount of it on his fingers before prodding your entrance with two fingers. “Say ‘Red’ if it gets too much, pup, okay?” he said, showing off a softer side of him.

You looked at him wide eyes at smiled lightly before nodding.

You let out a thrilled moan as two fingers, quickly made work to stretch you out, you saw his cock and it looked like it won't be an easy fit unless you get properly stretched.

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Two fingers slowly turned to four after awhile, increasing the sound you were making and decreasing Hyunjin’s patience. He just wanted to fuck you at this point on, but for safety of you — not yet.

Hyunjin was purposefully avoiding your prostate, he didn't want you to cum yet from his fingers especially since you were dripping a lot.

Hyunjin kept pumping his fingers inside of you, while also ravishing different parts of you, getting into work of marking every part he could find — from your shoulders down to your pretty thighs. Almost every mark is either a dark purple hue or bright red bite.

“I’m ready, fuck... Hwang just fuck me already.” you said impatiently at how long he dragged on the teasing. Hyunjin laughed at how vocal you now were, quite the contrast to the babbling mess you were earlier.

“Don’t be impatient.” he said, glaring at you and taking a firm grip on your ass, squeezing it tightly. You scoff at him, reaching back and sneakily taking ahold of his cock — it leaking slight pre-cum on it’s tip.

“Like you aren’t impatient.” you retorted back even with his fingers basically deep inside you.

He growled deeply and pulled his fingers out — you letting out a clear moan at the rough movement of his digits. Your hole clenched around nothing, it slightly gaping from being stretched around four of his fingers.

“Pups should learn their place.” he said coldly, getting the vial and pouring all of the remaining contents on his hand before slowly jerking himself off to slick up his dick.

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You heard some shuffling before suddenly the air was knocked out of you, “Fuck. Fuck.” you chanted as Hyunjin moments ago fucked into you, his hands flew into your hips as he already started a harsh pace turning your mind hazy.

“You like this already, huh?” He mumbles, gripping your hips tighter, as he deeply thrusts into you. He was still avoiding your sensitive spot all this time.

“Such a good cocksleeve for me.” he hums with a smirk as he finally hit your prostate — known by you letting out the loudest moan yet.

Ah ah ah coming from your lips and his hips loudly slapping against your ass was the only thing you heard in the room, you were getting the best fuck of your life right here.

You could feel every vein — every ridge on his cock against your walls as he thrusts into you mercilessly, fucking the words out of you. It felt amazing and exciting at the same time.

Your body has given up trying to hoist itself up, so you collapse on the bed in a slumping position. He was still harshly gripping your hips, using your hole for his pleasure. You were whining against the sheets and messing it up with your drool. You were close as he hit your prostate a third time causing you to moan loudly.

“No more words to answer back, Y/N? Or are you already fucked that dumb?” he says, speeding up his pace, wanting to chase his release.

He was splitting you in half and you just nod slowly as your fists were squeezing the bedsheet, He let out a breathy laugh at that and continued his thrusts, relishing at your tired moans and pretty whines.

You pushed back against his thrusts, increasing the friction by alot.

He hit your prostate one last time and came undone untouched and without his permission. You moan loudly, barely getting muffled as you dig your head further into the pillow nearby. Your cock was getting milked for all it’s worth as he reached out to jerk you, wanting to make sure to get every last drop.

His thrusts were getting sloppier by the second, before moments later — he finally came with a groan, spilling himself into you and coating your walls with his white cum.

You whimpered as you felt him pull out, feeling some of the white substance drip into your thighs, “I-Inside, want you..” you mumble with him barely hearing it.

“Shh, I’ll clean you up first pup.” Hyunjin said, leaving and going into his bathroom to find a damp cloth.

While he left for the bathroom, you laid there on your chest — sighing.

What happened to the 'no fucking around' rule that you seem to follow, you promised yourself that ‘Y’ was the first and last. You rolled over to your side, wincing at how the cum drizzled out of your swollen hole. He had a lot of cum suprisingly.

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On a short moment’s notice, Hyunjin finally arrived to find you laying to your side, your eyes signaling that you were deep in thought.

“You okay? Did I go too hard?” He walked near you to which your eyes drifted to his face slowly to which you gave him a small smile.

“No.. I had fun time, thank you for taking good care of me, Prince Hyunjin.” you answered him, keeping the small smile before you turned to him.

He nods, “Just call me Hyunjin, no need for formality.” he moves closer to you, sitting down next to your back. He trailed the towel in his hand near your hole — removing the cum around your ring of muscles gently.

“One problem though...” you whispered, looking up at him with tired eyss before eyeing the bruises and marks on your body made by the dominant prince.

He grins sexily, “Keep it as a reminder to you ans to people who’d dare sleep with you.” He said, touching the marks softy after wiping your hole that was seeping with his cum.

You groaned in annoyance, “I’m serious, Hwang.” you shot back to him with an impatient glare. You click your tongue as no answer came out of his mouth.

He grabbed a small vial of ointment from his drawers to make sure your skin wouldn’t have any problems from his bruises and to make sure it would heal. He hummed while he applied it on the marks.

You sigh and allowed to treat you before he opened his lips to speak, “I’ll go over to your kingdom tomorrow.” he mumbles, wiping his hand on the sheet as he grabbed an underwear from his drawer.

You watched him put it on, looking away from him a bit shy, to which thank god that he didn't notice.

You looked up at him questioningly, “Hm? Why?” you tilted your head like a puppy to which he moved closer to pet you.

“I want your hand in marriage.” he said straightforwardly with a smile plastered in his face. He grabbed your chin making you look up at him, he leaned down and kissed you before you squeak embarrassingly.

You look at him dumbfounded and shocked beyond belief — your mouth hanging open with eyes wide, “Hwang, what? You’re going a bit too fast—”

He grabbed your hand suddenly and kissed the top of it before looking up at you, “Nothing’s too fast when I already like you and I want you.”

You groaned, knowing he won't let this go. Your parents should reject since they know that you’re not ready for marriage yet. Right? Hopefully, you prayed silently that your parents for once reject something so outrageous.

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow, I’m too tire—”

“HYUNJIN! IT’S TIME FOR YOUR END SPEECH, OH MY GOD, I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU LEFT YOUR OWN PARTY.” Someone with a female voice yelled while banging on the other side of the door. You froze at the sudden noise.

“Tch, my sister doesn’t know the meaning of staying calm half of the time.” he mumbles, brushing his hand across his long hair.

“I’ll come down in a few!” Hyunjin said loud enough for the lady give a last hit to the poor door before leaving.

He looked at you before grabbing his clothes from the party and slowly dressed himself up, “I’ll see you, Y/N.” he said after getting fully dressed, he looked back and winked at you before smiling a bright one.

You sigh as you get up from his bed and limped to collect your clothes around the room, sighing once more as you dressed yourself up. “Marriage... hm.” you were having troubling thoughts about this, sudden marriage proposal — especially with someone you just met like 3 hours ago.

“Time to go fetch the dumbass and leave, I wanna sleep.” You said annoyed, referring to that stupid knight of yours that went missing when the event started.

You look at the closet mirror and fixed your hair also trying to cover the visible marks but to no avail still failed to do so. You were gonna sneak out of here, and hopefully Hwang just forgets what he said earlier.

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Extended Scene

“Lino, I swear why do you look like a weirdo right now.” you said, looking at him with your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You were referring to how he looked like dumbstruck with love.

He hisses at you, “Shut up, why do you have hickeys then huh?” Minho answered you with another question as he looked over to you and rolled his eyes.

You huff, “I’m telling my parents that you were disrespecting me early in the party.”

He smirks and looks over to you with one of his eyebrows raised, “Then I guess you wouldn't mind what fun you did in the party, I mean with the limping and stuff.” he threatens back, chuckling.

“You little shi—”