#although I feel like half the time my answer is “idk man do what feels right to you I just wing it” lol

[tadpoles-and-daydreams]

I’m new to witchcraft and want to know how I can communicate with Hephaestus, Apollo, Persephone and Eros. I want to try working with them. Help?

Oooh this is a fun question- So, this is gonna be a CHONKER post, warning in advance!

So first of all, I've never been the one to contact a deity first- my deities had to practically hit me over the head with sign after sign to get me to even notice and that's pretty consistent in my craft. I don't know what that looks like from experience. However, I've seen enough people talk about it to sort of have an idea of what most people do. It's pretty common to give them a little offering, and ask them if they want to work with you. You can ask for signs, or I personally would use any divination tools to get an answer. (However I'm aware not everyone has those tools or even likes them!)

As for signs, I've seen some people ask for something specific "[number] of [thing]" style, or I've seen some people just go "It can't be something I could mistake as just my brain saying it's a sign. It's gotta be CRYSTAL clear." I personally lean towards the latter, bc frankly usually the signs are way funnier/cooler than I would've thought of lol.

When it comes to communicating in general, I'll be a bit quick so it doesn't go into infodumping about divination tools and how much I love them. Tarot/oracle/even playing cards or a tarot app*, pendulums (you can make your own by tying smth to the end of a string), bone/trinket throwing, I've seen people use big playlists, divination takes a LOT of forms. *I've used a tarot app, Labyrinthos specifically, and yes it does work! At least in my experience. I know it feels like a phone or computer is "less witchy" but tbh my biggest spell was typed out on my computer. They're no less valid as tools of the craft.

Overall, I'd just... ask. The worst they'll do is say no, and they certainly won't be angry or upset with you for reaching out. Give them a little offering if you feel the need to be polite, even a glass of water works if you don't have anything. I personally lean on the casual side of deity work, so I can't speak on what someone who's more formal in their craft would do, but honestly I think an offering and a "hi I think ur cool wanna stick around" is good enough!

[whysojiminimnida]

Remember When I Said Taehyung Might Not Be As Gay As We Thought?

Don't judge a man by his milfy wardrobe, he looks goooood.

It was... awhile ago. Maybe as far back as 2021 although I do not feel like link-searching it. It's in the archives if I didn't kill it.

Granted, there was a lot going on, then. There's still a lot going on and until now I had no desire to ever - EVER - return to this hellsite. Because Taekookers are fucking weird, yo. And some of y'all got a lil bit up in my shit too as I (fuzzily) recall. Which: it's whatever. I'm extremely unsocial, don't even answer my own DMs. And it's not personal, so I get it. I don't need or want to defend myself, but I will protect people I care about. With my absence, if necessary.

OT: I also totally kicked the big C while I've been out so that was nice. Yoongi the cat is pleased that his noms will continue uninterrupted. I will be in wigs for at least another year. It's all good. Oh LOOK at what we have here. Don't come at me for publishing this, I will explain.

I got it from actual media days ago, okay, and also: there was no expectation of real privacy. Keep reading. Or don't, I'm not telling you what to do.

ANYWAY. I had to come back, mainly to say TAENNIE IS REAL I TOLD Y'ALL IDK WHY NOBODY EVER BELIEVES ME BUT HERE WE ARE. I'm gloating. Honestly, it's so rude, I'd apologize if I cared. But I am rude and snorfling into my cheerios about this. Tae just made me so damn happy, is all.

LET THE MAN BE BI OR HETEROFLEXIBLE OR EVEN STRAIGHT IDC. Jennie clearly makes him happy. Look at his "I'm going to Paris to see my girlfriend" face!

And in that very specific jewelry look, no less. Foundrae. Again. Still. Hm.

Here's what I can tell you based on my limited third hand no sources no receipts this is probably utter bullshit usual disclaimer: It's a soft open, kids. This whole "oopsie we just so happened to get caught taking a lil walk in public with our managers in tow during which date at least one of us signed several autographs, what a surprise" is in fact a soft open for what will likely be a public confirmation PRETTY DAMN SOON. It might happen before I get this thing published, actually, depending on when I get it up. If it's before May 22 at noon my time, no idea. If after, well. Guess we'll see. Jennie's supposed to show up at the screening of HBO's The Idol that day, screening at the Grand Lumiere at 10:30 CEST. One wonders if she will arrive alone, or bring a plus one. It's a big ask, and if he does it they're probably getting married, that's how big a deal it would be. So I'm not holding my breath, but.

This seems like a reasonable prospect for a plus-one viewing. Might not be the only one but... Jennie's IN IT so.

I'M NOT SAYING THIS IS GONNA HAPPEN. I think it would be a fucking POWER move if it did, but I also do not necessarily expect that it will. It COULD. It... MIGHT. It might not. Either way they're a thing, I'm telling you. They are, have been, a thing. For awhile. And it is apparently quite serious - like up to and including talk of engagement serious.

Remember when a bunch of folk thought that one gummy bear dude was going to jail for "hacking" Jennie's phone only there's been no actual movement on any "investigation"? Yeah. Trickle truthing, they call it. Give 'em a little bit, let them deny it and yell and chew on it for awhile before you give 'em a little more. But c'mon, nobody's wearing half the love-themed couple pieces at Foundrae for no damn reason.

Seriously they got the whole collection almost and both have been seen wearing them almost exclusively. For a year.See airport pic above.

Look, I don't have inside info on Taehyung. I do not. I ain't hang with his friends and I don't know him personally. Never met the guy. But I know a PR move when I see one and this is exactly that.

We all know how toxic stan culture can be. Some ToadlicKKers (and a few of us house elves) are certifiably bonkers, if stan twitter is anything to go by. And the guys, the company, they expect a whole meltdown. They know this is not gonna make half their fans happy. I mean the tkkers have a point in that it looks like they wanted to be seen. BECAUSE IT'S A SOFT OPEN. What Taejen/Taennie/Jenhyung and the companies also know is that based on historic shipper behavior, this is gonna come back on Jimin, Jungkook, maybe Rose' and Lisa. And by extension, the other members. Maybe not as much due to their respective distance, but still. I bet by the time I finish this it will have already started.

Oh look there it is. Fuck those bitches, really.

Good LORDT. I'm not adding the audio, if y'all are that hungry for psycho hose beast Jimin hate hie thee to stan twt.

But, totally off-topic kinda...

... wouldn't it be cool if Jennie, who speaks great English, was hanging out with Troye Sivan and was like "so you know my boyfriend tells me that his bffs..." I'M JUST SAYING NETWORKING IS COOL AND FRIENDS OF FRIENDS GET THINGS DONE OKAY.

You know that girl has the scoop. If Tae knows it, she knows it. Oh heeeeyyy Troye.

Also OT: I love that Taekook have been hanging out a little more lately. It's refreshing. I genuinely think having Jennie in his life has been good for Tae in several ways. And you know, I'm kinda surprised Taennie has lasted this long. I didn't honestly think they would. It warms my decrepit, sad old heart a bit. Turns out I have a lot more to say so IDK IDK, if I feel okay about it I might be back. Right now I'm just waiting for the official Taennie nod and the continued total meltdown.

[aromaticpetals]

I was gonna send this without being an anon but then i thought about it and realized there is absolutely no way im letting anybody see my depravity when i dont even have a side account lmao

How are you doing on this fine day? I hope you are well. I saw the request thing and decided to submit a little something.

If you do afab!reader×male character, may I reuqest a size difference+wedding night/breeding kink hc with itto, ayato and thoma (seperately)? I tried to write it myself before but it ended horribly 💅

- 💫 anon

AHHHHHH TYSM FOR BEING MY 1ST REQUEST 💫 ANON!!!!

To answer your question, I'm doing okay! My cat has been a bit chaotic tho..

I'll be honest, I've never considered doing reader x male char. cause Idk what I'm doing half the time if it has nothing to do with women😭 But I can at least try! (I did get the headers done so I might as well at this point and Idek if it can be considered a hc..) Btw, I was laughing my ass off while making this cause it don't rlly make sense

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎! Size diff and breeding 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀.. 𝗔𝗙𝗔𝗕!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 too! IT'S JS 𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒😭 (Possibly not suitable for those under the legal age!)

𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙊 was proud to have caught such a beaut' like you, let alone marry ya! Of course, Shinobu gave you an entire book on how to care for Itto, she called it the "Boss's baby rules" since, well.. He did act like a man-child from time to time... But let's put that fact aside! The whole gang was happy that their boss got married to someone like you! (Without you by Itto's side, he probably would have gotten into 𝘸𝘢𝘺 more trouble with Kujou Sara..)

It was the night of y'all getting married and you couldn't lie, you were as happy as the Archons would let you be, although Itto had been acting a little.. Off? Fortunately, your now husband had managed to snap you out of your thoughts by bringing you his signature dish and announcing it with his loud vocals. "𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙖 𝙜𝙤, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙚! 𝘼𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞 𝙉𝙪𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙤 𝙐𝙣𝙤 𝙄𝙩𝙩𝙤'𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙝, 𝙒𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜!" he proudly stated, handing you the plate before taking a seat next to you on your shared futon. You immediately pushed all second thoughts away as the savory scent of the dish filled your nostrils, trying to decide whether you should've scarfed it down or not. As he watched you eat, you could've sworn you saw a certain glint in his eyes! Unfortunately for you, you should've known that on the night of getting married to him, he'd want to do some rather.. Energy draining activities!

Just a few moments later: you laid there on the futon, stripped of both your dignity and clothing, he stared down at your small form with a.. lustful glint in his eyes. Before you knew it, you were seated in his naked lap, feeling his hardened member press against your rear as he whispered sweet words into your ear, his large hands almost touching when he wrapped them around your waist! You couldn't help the feeling that darted downwards to the area between your legs as he continued with his sweet words and light touches, making it seem as though he was afraid you'd break if he were to tighten his grip.. You could feel yourself getting wetter bit by bit, his words making you feel as though you were going to turn into a flustered and worked-up mess! Just as you were about to shift to get comfy, he quietly growled in your ear, saying "Don't move, babe, let me do all the work..". Of course, you hadn't expected him to lift you up and hover you over his member after he had said that, making you realize that it had spikes on it.. (You had completely forgotten that you were dating an Oni, not some douchebag that paid you to sleep with him-) Now, of course, in public he was the coolest dude you had ever dated! But behind closed doors, he was actually such a pure sweetheart.. As you got stuck in your thoughts, you were unaware that he forced you onto the tip of his member, the stretch tossing your thoughts into the gutter once more as you let out a small squeak, shifting in his lap to try and adjust. Your welcoming walls and small size didn't help, encouraging him to push you down until you took in half of his girth, all while staring at you with a predatorial look in his eyes. Said look reminded you of something, he was capable of feeling like he had to breed his lovers- Of course, you didn't mind having a child or two with him despite the fact that they would've been influenced by his pranks. You heard him growl again, this time a bit louder as he pushed you down until your walls reached their stretching limit, the soft spikes on his member giving friction with each little move you made! It made you think of how you somehow took the entire thing on several occasions without bursting into tears at the painful stretch.. He immediately flipped you onto your back and started slowly moving his hips back and fourth once he felt that you had adjusted enough for him to move, the spikes on his member dragging along your walls with each agonizingly slow thrust. "Itto, go faster.." you managed to speak out with a quiet tone. "Just a moment, babe, gotta make sure you're well prepared for the night of a lifetime I'm about to give ya.." he replied, quietly grunting as your walls clamped down on his member over and over again, causing him to speed up a bit. As he dug his freshly manicured nails into your waist (YES I GAVE HIM BLACK MANICURED NAILS SHHH) while thrusting into you at a steady pace, you whined and moved yours hips to meet his halfway, tired of him not getting rough like he would on any other occasion. As if he read your mind, he went a whole lot faster, making your brain spin and soft moans spill out of your mouth with each thrust. You couldn't help that it felt so good you kept clamping down on him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge as his grunts and growls got louder and louder, prompting you to stare at him with wide eyes and a lip wedged between your teeth. (You had no clue he could get that loud and not be ashamed of it, y'all were lucky that y'all didn't live near other people otherwise they would've had to suffer through the noise-) When you noticed the twitching within you and the small "gonna cum.."s that slipped from his lips, he moved your limbs so he could have you in a mating press before he came in you, thick ropes of cum painting your insides. After, he slowly pulled out, flopping onto the futon next to you and immediately falling asleep. You were happy, but Archons did you not know that this would happen every night from that point on. (I HAVE TO FINISH THE REST OF IT IN A DIFF POST, IM SO SRRY 💫 ANON 😭)

[suspendingtime]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

I've been tagged by @stars-of-kyber and @andthebubbles. 😁 So although I feel barely qualified, I guess I best do this...

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

7. 🤗

I started about 2 months ago, so... and yes, they're all Kanthony. Initially just started as a way of contributing to Anthony Week 2023, and I didn't even expect that I'd actually do all 7 days.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

13,370.

Currently ranging at 661 to 3,779 per fic. Rookie numbers!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

So far, just my beloved Bridgerton.

But there have been a couple other shows that have tempted me...

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Astride  - 166

Nursery  - 118

Hunt - 105

Yours - 94

Temptation - 88

Having published a handful with various ratings, it's quite interesting to see the kudos, bookmarks (private vs public), and subs ratios! Much to think about.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes.

Why... I sort of have a need? Idk, when I see a comment it's hard to just leave it hanging there and not to reply. Like irl if someone looked at something I made and verbally commented on it... and I just stared back blankly not saying anything. 😐 This is how it feels to me on the receiving end at least haha. And my replies saying various forms of 'Thank you!' is probably quite repetitive, but hey ho.

Plus comments give you that lil hit of dopamine; from both povs as a writer or reader. Being on the reader side for most of my Ao3 activities I tend to comment on most of fics I read, I can't help it - I must tell you what I loved about it and why, and there's a pleasure in reciprocating that back too. Look, now I've written half an essay on the subject, gaaah. (I've not been on Ao3 as much as I'd like to recently, and because I opened it to scoop out the stats for some of the questions above I can now see that I have some unreads... and the need is happening.)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmmm *thinking really hard*, I don't think any of them have an ending that is all that angsty. If I had to choose, maybe Temptation?

The pattern I've shown so far in my posted works is that it's gonna be 90% fluff. Though that is liable to change. 😆

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Nursery?

I'm not sure, cause they've all ended on a pretty optimistic note so far. But that one has Kate and Anthony with a few of their kids, so it's the furthest on the Kanthony HEA timeline.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet...

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Ummm 👀 I may have dabbled in some smut.

What kind... hm, the kind where both people are panting for each other, and end up caving because they literally can't hold their horniness in anymore (this totally explains why I went feral for Bridgerton S2, ha). Another pattern I seem to have is making Anthony a submissive man puddle.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not yet, but I do have some crack ideas I may explore.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, I very much doubt it.

How often does this happen to people?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No. I'd certainly be all for it if anyone ever wanted to translate any works of mine. 😊

If I was proficient enough to write in other languages, then I would probably try publishing the different versions from the get go.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Kinda?

Nothing formal, but there was a lengthy comment thread on Reddit some months ago where myself and another user went back and forth re-writing the script for that stormy library scene 😅 (not so much re-writing what was already there, bar the last few lines, more of a continuation in a universe where Kate hadn't fled).

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Must I even answer this? Kanthony, c'mon now.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There's only 1 work that I have, where I've actually started a chapter 2. And I have all the faith that I will finish it. ✍️🤓

Other potential WIPs, that are currently just posted as one shots, only exist in my head... who knows if they will see the light of day.

16. What are your writing strengths?

This question feels illegal to be asked.

I have no idea, I'm very new to this whole writing thing. At least in terms of fiction, so I'm not sure what I'd consider my strengths to be. I feel like I need some more practice before I can get a real sense of this?

I would say that dialogue usually comes very quickly to me, and it's having to fill in the bits around it that takes more brain muscles. So that might indicate something.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Everything apart from the answer to the question above.

But really I think it's remembering that there is a world outside of the main couple happening, and trying to describe the details there. Also other general 'setting the scene' stuff like clothing, weather etc etc. I usually just want to jump straight in with some random dialogue.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

On writing it... no thoughts; not done it yet!

If I needed to for some unknown fic reason in the future, I'm sure I'll be apologising profusely in the author notes for trusting Google translate and probably butchering whatever language it is.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Still just the one so far, Bridgerton. 😌

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Hunt 🥺🥹 I was a lot of feels, and just very indulgent tbh.

I also really enjoyed my shortest one, Obedient, which was in 2nd person (hadn't done that before). The writing of that one was just really fun and I idky but I've reread it quite a bit!

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I'm woefully looking at my Ao3 bookmarks (which has grown exponentially since joining Tumblr), full of things that I've not got round to reading yet. So I'm tagging partly based on stuff hanging out on top of that pile: @islemeadow, @ladykettlechips, @hydriotaphia, @eleanor-bradstreet, and the smut aunties @colettebronte & @fayes-fics 😋 (if y'all wanna do it, ofc. I tried to find those who hadn't been tagged/done it yet, sorry if you've actually already done this and I've just not found it).

[blackjackkent]

A few for the usual two and then a bonus because I love him now I'm getting to know him better!

Hector:

How easy is it for your character to laugh?

What embarrasses them?

If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

Rakha:

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

What memory do they revisit the most often? 

What makes their stomach turn?

Caden!:

What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people? 

Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke? 

(Uncommon Questions for OCs and Their Creators)

Hector!

2. How easy is it for your character to laugh?

I've speculated that Rasaad's tendency to miss jokes is a more general Selunite thing, and Hector was not really brought up in an atmosphere of tremendous humor. So he's more often the straight man to other people's jokes. However - he's not immune to laughter, although his tends to be rather more restrained and low-key; this is, however, another thing that Karlach has helped instill more deeply in him, since she is nothing if not boisterous. She brings out a goofy side of him that doesn't really exist with other people and it's very cute. <3

18. What embarrasses them?

This is my recurring refrain with questions about Hector, but he is most embarrassed when he feels like his emotional control cracks or he can't keep hold of himself in a difficult situation. This happens fairly regularly over the course of the game because terrible things are happening to him, with a prime example being his meltdown in the House of Healing in Act 2; by late Act 3 he starts to toughen up a bit, but more importantly becomes more comfortable with the moments when he can't.

20. If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

Hm. This is challenging cos idk if *I* even have a good answer for this, let alone any idea what Hector's idea would be. But I picture him being asked the question and immediately going straightbacked, hands behind him like he's doing a recitation in a lecture hall, and furrowing his brow up with deep concentration.

"Romantic... hm. Gods' blood, not so easy a word to define in the end, is it? I suspect any definition I might give would be woefully incomplete. But it's... well, what Karlach and I have, no? A relationship with a specific defined partner--" Here he pauses, then adds cautiously, "or partners-- which involves a certain..." He blushes. "Intimacy. Physical or emotional. With that person or persons alone."

("Fuck, soldier, do you need to make it sound so clinical?"

"Look, I'm trying to be precise!"

"He's always like this, like he swallowed an encyclopedia, with a dictionary for a chaser." )

A pause. "Platonic... would be an umbrella term for anything not romantic. And familial a group within that group, people bound by blood or by choice on a level that affects their identity."

("Ok, I won't lie, soldier, that was pretty good."

"The dictionary tasted fantastic.")

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Rakha!

1. What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

This depends entirely on whether there's something pretty and magical she can sit and look at. If the Weave is doing interesting things she can be convinced to do nothing but look at it for quite a while. iPad-baby ass Durge.

If there are people nearby it's a lot harder, because then the murder urge is twitching at her to get up and do something violent.

If neither is true, she does get restless after only a couple minutes if there isn't something to occupy her attention.

(Though it's hard to say - a lot of my thoughts about her might be about to change drastically for the last half of Act 3 given how Things have played out. XD )

38. What memory do they revisit the most often?

This is a tie between her night dancing with Wyll and one of her earliest conversations with Lae'zel ("attack with purpose"). The dancing scene is a memory of peace and safety with Wyll and his love for her which has been a bulwark against challenges in her own mind, and the conversation with Lae'zel has been a lodestone for her decision-making for pretty much the entire game.

16. What makes their stomach turn?

Heh... herself? In a way she has a pretty strong stomach; nothing in the standard line like gore really upsets her much given her nature (although again, that might be about to change). It's when she does stuff that she afterwards regrets that it maybe makes her feel sick to her stomach - partly because of what she did and perhaps even more because of the helplessness to prevent it.

Again, will be interesting to see what the answer to this question looks like in a few weeks.

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Caden!

7. What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

Any reference to Candlekeep is a surefire nostalgia trigger for Caden. He was very happy and very sheltered there, and the moment he left it with Gorion at the start of BG1, all of that calm happiness was shattered basically forever. He finds a new sort by the end of his story, comfortably settled in Faenya-Dail with Aerie and their descendants, but he had to go through a hell of a lot of crap to get there.

The nostalgia itself is a mixed blessing. He likes remembering his old home and he wouldn't want to lose the memories, and he feels Gorion and the other Candlekeepers made him the man that he is in many ways. But those memories are also tinged with a lot of loss and sadness for a long time; it's only after his adventuring days are done and he really feels like he has a home again that he's able to look back on it with more equanimity.

39. How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people? 

Lololololol.

Yeah... basically Caden's defining feature beyond ANYTHING else is his willingness to trust just about anyone, often despite numerous signals to the contrary. This has gotten him (and his friends) into trouble on many occasions and definitely becomes a running joke, but it is nevertheless an important part of his identity that he meets new people without judgment until he absolutely can't ignore problems anymore. (It was also the reason he suffered the worst betrayals of his life, so it's definitely been a double-edged sword, but overall his friends would all agree that he wouldn't be Caden without this.)

32. Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke?

There is a point in BG2 where Caden has to tell a story to entertain a couple of sahuagin (iirc - I'm having trouble finding the liveblog post at the moment) and tells the story of his own battle with Sarevok in the previous game. He also sounds pretty depressed about it, though, so it's hard to say if that would be his go-to story in most scenarios.

I think people *ask* him a lot about his adventures in Baldur's Gate and Amn, but I think he probably avoids specifics, particularly about Irenicus, except when talking with very close friends. Instead, he likes to focus his stories on the colorful characters he's met in his travels, and particularly his companions.

In scenarios where he's under pressure, he defaults to inappropriate sarcasm a lot of the time. :P (One of my favorite instances of this.)

[golbrocklovely]

To that one anon: idk about the others, but I personally do not have any problem with Malia. Fuck, i like that woman, cause she makes Colby happy and they look really cute together. I wish them nothing but happiness. But when it comes to over sexualization about certain stuff, like this proffesor/student or nun/priest, well i have my own opinions. I think I don’t have to explain first one, but with the second one all i have to say is that back in the days i used to be very religious, i am less now, although i cannot say that i am an atheist, cause i am not and i always took very seriously any kind of mockery/making fun of/sexualization of any religion. It comes from not even a place of once being a big believer and praying almost every night, but even just the fact that to me religion is something that should always be respected and not used in weird ways or made fun of. And i am talking bout any type.

And to the owner of this blog: i already know your opinion on that, so don’t worry you don’t have to explain again and waste your precious time on me. I just wanted to point out that even though there are a lot of people who hate Malia or Colby and will hold onto anything just to send them hate, while they don’t necessarily care about the problem, there’s still people who just genuinely were disappointed and hurt by their choice of a costume. It doesn’t come from a place of hate (at least not from me). We just have different opinions on that and see it as disrespectful/wrong.

sorry for the delayed response.

this will be the last time i talk about these costumes strictly bc it's getting old at this point lol

but if yall want to still talk about them, go ahead. i just won't be answering asks about it.

i understand why you feel that way about religions. personally, i think it's healthy to mock religions, especially those of the christian variety. half the world has been colonized, pillaged, and changed bc of said religion, and in return poking fun at it should be allowed. but that goes for any religion in my book. i also think mocking a religion is different than mocking the deity that is the head of said religion. bc at the end of the day, while we can look at the bible (for example) and say it's god's word…. it's not. it was written by a bunch of men eons ago that couldn't even agree what god himself apparently said or did, which is why there are multiple versions. and it's also been translated so many times, it's not even remotely the same text anymore. and it's been changed in recent history too, so even if it was god's word, certain things have been changed to fit the narrative of those selling these books ie them changing "man shall not lay with boys" to "man shall not lay with other men" just in time to make homosexuality a mental disorder in the 40s.

and as i've stated before, ppl in their own religion make a mockery of their religion way more than those not in said religion, but that's just how i feel.

and i agree with you, there definitely were ppl that were upset at malia and colby that aren't constant haters, sure. i'm not gonna deny that. however, the ones the MOST opposed to this, the ones claiming malia and colby were creeps and pedos are the ones that have hated them for months. those are the ppl i'm referring to. bc to me, they aren't actually upset. they just hate them, and are finding something to complain about once again. bc at the end of the day it's not about the costumes for them, it's about the ppl in the costumes.

and if you're not someone that's been hating them since day one, nothing i've said since the beginning is about you. and sometimes in situations like this, we will just have to agree to disagree.

[seriousbrat]

You ready for more of these?

- Marauder most likely to have a good singing voice (there will be welsh people mad at you if you don’t give them this one, Tom Jones did pass out holding that note in Thunderbolt)

- Marauder with the best music taste (incredibly subjective question, I know, but let’s say “good music taste” means “active interest in pursuing new music” as opposed to just passively listening to what parents or radio play)

- Marauder who’s the most disappointing in bed.

- Marauder who’s the best at giving gifts.

- And the worst at giving gifts!

- Most likely to learn a new language.

- Most likely to be a good swimmer.

- Most likely to have committed the first act of deliberate mischief in Hogwarts.

- First to get caught committing an act of deliberate mischief in Hogwarts.

- To be genuinely interested in Divination

- To be close friends with Hagrid (I have a feeling it would be James, but I wanna hear your thoughts)

- To be good (or passable) at driving a car. Muggle way.

- To develop any kind of addiction

- Most likely to do well without their wands (no animagus tricks, we all know Peter did pretty well for 13 years)

Adios!

yess I love these so much, thank you!

- Marauder most likely to have a good singing voice: @ welsh people of the world, peidiwch poeni, for my answer is Remus! He would have been a great Sad Man With Guitar. I think Sirius could be a contender too, though probably in a husky rock singer type of way.

- Marauder with the best music taste: it's Sirius and I'll fight about this. If we're being super realistic I know Remus is the most likely to know about Muggle music, but you said subjective so I'm giving it to my post-punk baby boy Sirius. Who I do like to think would have had an interest in Muggle music and if he did would absolutely have loved dark, subversive post-punk. Just let me have this.

- Marauder who’s the most disappointing in bed: I was tempted to say Remus LOL but okay, fine, Peter. Although I wouldn't expect much from Peter to begin with so maybe disappointing isn't fair. Although controversial time....... perhaps it's Sirius just because he's so hot you'd expect it to be realy good and then he just wouldn't be that bothered about it.

- Marauder who’s the best at giving gifts: James! He'd be really thoughtful about gifts imo.

- And the worst at giving gifts! Peter, who just wouldn't have a clue what to get people and would possibly be a bit stingy about it.

- Most likely to learn a new language: I think Sirius would be very good at languages. Remus would probably put the most effort into it, plus he likely grew up with at least some Cymraeg so maybe that's an advantage, idk.

- Most likely to be a good swimmer: boring answer but James, he's athletic+has got those Chaser arms. As animals, Sirius swam to the mainland from Azkaban so that's fairly impressive.

- Most likely to have committed the first act of deliberate mischief in Hogwarts: I mean, I can't imagine that James and Sirius didn't commit their first act of mischief together.

- First to get caught committing an act of deliberate mischief in Hogwarts: Maybe Sirius-- idk how much he'd care about being caught, and if he wasn't with James he wouldn't have the cloak. But again, I like to think they were caught and had their first detention together.

- To be genuinely interested in Divination: I think most of them would find the subject ridiculous, so let's go Peter. He's a worrier so would probably like to know his future.

- To be close friends with Hagrid (I have a feeling it would be James, but I wanna hear your thoughts): I agree that it's James! Hagrid seems to have great fondness for him.

- To be good (or passable) at driving a car. Muggle way. Realistically, it's Remus as the resident half-blood, but if we make it fair and imagine that they are all Muggles then I think James, who would be good at driving. Car-broomstick parallels.

- To develop any kind of addiction: Sirius Black he's just got those junkie vibes. Although I also think Remus is kind of an interesting answer.

- Most likely to do well without their wands (no animagus tricks, we all know Peter did pretty well for 13 years): Sirius tbh, even without the Animagus advantage he's just resourceful, clever, and good at surviving. I also think he'd have fun in the Muggle world.

[tae-rambles]

since this is the end of the Egghead arc and we're heading to Elbaf, here are some of my predictions, hopes, expectations and just general thoughts and feelings i have for the next arc:

firstly, i'm not sure what exactly to expect for Usopp during the Elbaf arc but i have very high hopes for it

next, something that is pretty much guaranteed is Robin's reunion with Saul and her seeing the books from Ohara. i'm so hyped for it and i expect it to hit me in the feels. i also wonder if Robin chooses to read some of the books. on one hand, her reading them would be like paying respect to the scholars' efforts to save them. on the other, however, Robin wants to discover the truth by sailing with the Strawhats ( - she rejected Rayleigh's offer to tell her in Sabaody). yes, the scholars' research isn't complete and so she would still have to reach Laugh Tale to learn the whole truth, but we also know that perspective matters ( - Rayleigh said she might arrive at a different conclusion than the Roger Pirates did) and learning incomplete truths might affect it. so what i think she's going to do is only look into the legends about Nika since she heard Vegapunk declare that Luffy's new form resembles the Sun God and she wants to help her captain. which leads me to my other prediction:

Luffy will learn about Nika and the truth about his devil fruit. he will be opposed to it at first because he's Monkey D Luffy, the man who will become the King of the Pirates, he's not a god nor a hero, dammit! but will relent in favor of learning more about his abilities to become stronger. he may also undergo a mini training arc similar to his time in the Udon prison in Wano.

next, what i hope to see is the dumbass captain trio reunion. i loved their dynamic in Wano, it was so fun! but this time, the atmosphere will be much different. (yes, i believe Kid is alive, this is One Piece we're talking about.) i have some thoughts about that:

the answer to how Bepo and Law would end up on Elbaf is simple - it's the closest location to Winner Island that the log pose points to. (my other theory is Bepo took them to Zou since Zunesha was last seen at Wano and i wouldn't be surprised if they left in the direction to Laugh Tale to prepare for the final war or something idk) they would be welcomed and taken care of at Elbaf since Law was said to be one of the two who defeated Big Mom, the Elbafians' sworn enemy. when he sees Luffy again, Law can ask him to team up against Blackbeard and to get his crew back if they were captured. i'm hoping he simply asks for help instead of forming a formal alliance because it would imply that Law officially accepts Luffy as his friend ( - which Luffy realizes because he's observant like that). but it would also make sense for Law to not demand they call it an alliance since, from Law's perspective, as Blackbeard put it, he can't call himself a pirate captain without a ship and a crew so he's not in a position to form alliances. Luffy will of course agree because they're friends and he will do anything for his friends.

there are two options for how Kid gets onto the island. either Dive turns out to be a half-fishman (a theory i believe) and it's her who saves the crew but it would be hard for her to do it alone, especially with her small stature. the second option, is that a/some giant(s) take pity on the Kid Pirates and save them in secret as a thank you for defeating Big Mom. however, i'm not sure how the interaction with Luffy would go. Kid will be even more pissed at Shanks and surely desire revenge (on Dorry and Broggy, too). and although Luffy did express his desire to fight Shanks, there are no bad feelings between them - quite the opposite. so yeah, i'm nervous to see how that's gonna go

other than that, i'm hoping for all the Strawhats to do some battling since Elbaf is the land of warriors which is a great opportunity to train

i'm also hoping we get a flashback to the night on Egghead so we get to know what happened and how Robin got so injured (my guess is she fought a seraphim but i want to know the details!)

i also want to know where's Stussy but i hope that will be covered in ch 1124

and just to cover all my bases: Bonney will join the Straw Hat Pirates (trust me, Oda told me so)

that's all that comes to mind right now. sorry if it's too incoherent and rambly but that's the nature of this blog (tae-rambles) so... eh?

[kinetic-elaboration]

January 14: The Expanse 3x02

Back after another break. This was a good ep overall, I think.

First off, I was happy to get some kind of answer, somewhere. I mean not a huge answer, not all the answers, but like something that didn’t feel like taking one step forward and an equal step back. Do I know what it means that the kids can be command and control for the hybrid monsters? No, but that’s decidedly more than I knew before about their purpose. I’m not sure if I can truly say that none of the kids are in the hybrids—I mean if not, what is the other half of the monster?—but we’ve established Mei isn’t, which I suspected obviously but it took long enough. And I’m intrigued to know more, you know. About the mechanism. I also did like the line about understanding the Protomolecule doesn’t work as previously thought although it’s also frustrating because, first, well how does it work???? and second, this s a great time for exposition on how you thought it worked before, as I forgot. But no. Alas.

The Roci crew stuff was pretty neutral… I can see where the polycule allegations are coming from as it’s certainly more fun to read them that way and I’ve decided I’ll just personally be reading Alex/Amos/Prax as a triad for my own personal enjoyment. This story line was the repository of the obligatory action/adventure scene, which I zoned out for, except I did like that in my little fantasy world, Amos saving Prax was pretty hot, and acknowledged as such by both.

Chrisjen and Bobbie continue to be a fun duo and I hope that they get more scenes together and aren’t split up forever now that they’ve found the Roci. In particular I liked the expression on Bobbie’s face at the idea that she might be hitting on Chrisjen—like is she making a joke that’s not landing or is this lady serious? Also while I don’t really care about the realism of my sci fi, I appreciate that they, like, deal with the gravity related unpleasantness of this type of space travel. And the ship is very cute in its design.

I feel like this show has moved quite far away from the world-building that was so striking in its early episodes, and I miss it. I miss the Belt in particular (very ironic that a show that started so clearly focused on the downtrodden underclass has pretty well abandoned their stories for a narrative focused on the elite members of the most powerful society….hmmmm). But I liked seeing a little bit more development of Earth here: the protests, the start of the war (though again, only what it looks from above), and hints of background into idk whatever his name is, Secretary-General Generic Man.

I also liked Anna, even if I can see the manipulation that got me there (oh she’s helping an injured protestor!)—clues about proper sympathies can be obvious and still effective. Looking forward to more on her and her backstory.

Then I looked up the actress because I couldn’t remember where I knew her, and I ended up on her character wiki page and now I’m annoyed at the inability of people to, like, do basic research and I’m going down a rabbit hole about it. Watching the ep itself didn’t bother me: Anna doesn’t have an accent so I assumed she was Russian-descended American, but seeing that her “affiliation” is St. Petersburg (idk if this means birthplace but I sort of assumed so) changes the game. Why is her name using the masculine form? Where is the patronymic? And most glaringly of all and this really infuriates me, in WHAT fucking universe is “Anna” a nickname for Annushka? The universe of ‘I don’t care to get things right about Slavs because it isn’t important to me’ I guess. Perhaps you might consider fucking yourself instead idk??

It just really reeks of ‘what if we added some Exoticism and Spice’ but in such a disrespectful way and honestly such an unnecessary way. Lots of Americans are descended from other cultures and those cultures have become bowdlerized with time (hello, I am like this!!! My last name is pronounced by English standards, not the standards of its country of origin and that’s fine!!). So—same with her. I did not question it. Why add in all this half-assed backstory that you’re not even going to use, like fucked up distorted trivia you couldn’t even properly think through? UGH.

But anyway, yeah, the episode itself—pretty good!!

[inkedinfusions]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐲 | eren jaeger chapter 12

⊱𖣂⊰ | In which you fall into a fictional world with the key to Pandora's box.

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content warnings: blanket warnings, floch has one (1) line of dialogue

a/n: Back with another chapter! Same story as before, idk where that word count came from. This was not planned at all, I was just going to jump from last chapter to the one after this, but then I realized that realistically it takes around two weeks to get from Kruger's wall to Shiganshina. So now you get filler centered around dynamics :)

Thanks for reading!

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 tempo of the road, moving along with every bump and wobble of the cart. The sun shines down on you, although you are now partially relieved of its scorching heat thanks to the hood you pulled over your head, courtesy of the Scout cape you had been lent. 

You can imagine how you looked to a stranger’s eye. An unknown girl, hunched over with a hood shadowing half your face – yeah, you can see it. You chuckled. This was eerily reminiscent of a tv show, one where your character would appear dark and mysterious only to reveal their tragic backstory down the line. 

However, your saving grace is none other than the Scout sitting next to you, who keeps an amicable conversation going based on the multitude of questions that bubble inside his head. 

“And it just moves by itself?” Armin asks, haloed by the afternoon sun. It makes the sparkle in his eyes seem ever brighter, and you almost want to look away, blinded by the two suns. 

“Technically, no,” you say, already having lost track of time since Armin began with his sea of questions, which you tried your best to answer. “There is a mechanism that works with the vapor that is made when they burn coal. I have no clue how it works but like, that's the basic idea.”

“Wow,” he says, awestruck. “And you say they come in smaller models?”

“What, like toys?”

“No, those carts you talked about yesterday.”

“Oh. No, that's cars,” you say. “They work similarly I guess? I don’t… I don’t really know either.”

You scratch the back of your neck nervously, not really prepared for all of Armin’s questions, weirdly itching to change the subject.

Before, you used to read all types of books, fantasy being one of your favorites. You never thought twice when the main characters explained their magic system in detail, but now you can't help but find it strange how someone ‘normal’ would know all that from the top of their head. 

You are itching to ask Armin a similar barrage of questions, your nerdy side ready to learn anything and everything about the lore of one of your favorite stories. Now they were real – that had been getting clearer and clearer since the last year – but still you couldn’t help your curiosity as to how their world worked. 

On the other hand, you could distinctly feel Levi’s eyes on you, ever scrutinizing the conversation you are holding with Armin. You couldn't blame the man, but still you mentally annotate doing something to gain his trust on your mental to-do list. Such a list of goals held others such as getting home, somehow preventing the Rumbling and also, last but not least, not dying.

Cars, airplanes, languages, scenic locations. It is no wonder you have the boy hanging on the edge of his seat, not when you have so much to offer about the world beyond the walls. 

In a way, Armin is similar to you in that regard; both your books had gained life and presented you with new realities. Everyday objects for you are rarities to him, and you rack your brain for more stories you can tell him. 

“Wait,” you say, realizing something. “Do you guys have bicycles here?”

“Bicycles? Like… carriages with two wheels?” 

“Oh my god. Okay so there's this thing that's like, two wheels and they are connected by metal tubes like this,” you say, forming a small diagram with your hands, “and there's also a small mechanism with a chain that's also connected to those wheels and to pedals.” 

“Those pedals are in the middle,” you continue, drawing an imaginary oval in the air, “ and you move them in a circular motion with your feet so the chain moves both wheels. At the front there are handles so you can turn any way you'd like.”

“And it goes fast enough that you don’t fall,” finishes Armin. You are kinda impressed with how he quickly got the idea, even with your rudimentary explanation.

“Exactly.”

“That sounds like fun,” Armin says with a contagious smile, and you smile back, infected by his easy wonder. 

You lean back into the sides of the cart, feeling the vibrations of the dirt below you, remembering the days where you used to bike around town. It was less of a hobby and more of a random thing you sometimes did, but it was something you missed, like everything else you left behind. 

“It was,” you agree, not noticing how your eyes seem to glaze over with nostalgia as you recount a piece of your past. “The air flowing through your hair… the leaves crunching below the wheels. I especially like doing it just before sunset, when the light is gold and everything seems… warmer.”

You fiddle with your hands as you talk, looking down at them where they are placed on your lap. It's nice to remember sometimes, even if you feel as if all the air has been sucked out of your lungs, leaving behind only a tender ache.  

“Eren, Mikasa and I used to race to the tree on the hill,” Armin says after a moment, voice tinged with affection. He grabs a leaf that had fallen onto his lap with perfect timing, holding it between his index and thumb. “The leaves would flutter past us as we ran, and I thought… well, it's silly but – even though I was dead last – it felt good to just run with them.”

Armin twirls the leaf around with his fingers as he speaks, and then looks up until he meets your eyes. Just then, heat invades his cheeks turning then scarlet red.

“Oh! Uh– I didn't mean to ramble–”

You let out a small laugh, flustering him further. Even though you are on what's considered enemy territory, being supervised and carted towards some trial that you’re sure you are not prepared to speak in, you still feel comfortable on the bumpy road. 

A different blond once tried to convince you that he and the others were only alive to atone for the sins that blemished their bloodline, very much believing he had succeeded in persuading you. But where Zeke’s ideology was based in penance, Armin’s was based in love. 

The baseball versus the leaf – or more accurately the baseball and the leaf. Small moments that made life worth living, one forgotten until a conversation on the brink of death forced remembrance, the other cherished as a reminder of what living was for. Extinction versus existence – two sides of the coin that rolled between the line of life and death. 

“Don’t apologize,” you say with a small smile when the red tint on his face doesn’t budge. “It's about time I listened– I feel as if all I’ve done is talk your ears off.”

“Not at all!” Armin says, wildly moving his hands in a crossing motion. “If anything, it's my fault for asking so many questions.”

You shrug. “It’s a welcome distraction after a day of not talking to anyone. There are only so many things you can do in the corner of a ship before it gets boring.”

“Were you all alone there then?”

“On the ship? Yeah, I couldn’t get out. Like literally. If the ship went down I’d be, you know,” you make a slicing motion with your hand towards your neck, playing it off as a joke. “Not that it would be better if they somehow let me out before. Between Marley and the sea I would gladly choose the latter.”

Armin’s eyebrows furrow for a moment, concern dancing in his sky blue eyes. “Safety concerns aside, I meant in Marley.”

You purse your lips, contemplating your possible answers. “It's not that I wasn't… cared for. It's just that reality for y– our people is different on the other side of the sea. But I wasn't alone.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Armin says, surprising you with his honest earnestness. “I’ve lived bursts of loneliness that I don't want to repeat.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

The wooden wheels clack with every turn of the road, the dirt path barely noticeable when compared to others you’ve seen before. The terrain is new to you, less so to the scouts, but new nonetheless. It had been, what? A little over half a year since they dared to explore the land beyond the walls? And already roads can be barely distinguished against the green pasture. 

Multiple wildflowers bloom all across the fields, bringing color to the natural greens and browns that would be otherwise alone. Lilies, daffodils and daisies line the meadow, and if you concentrate enough, you can smell the perfume that permeates the air. 

It is a welcome change from the sandy dunes that stretched beyond the horizon, where your only other company were the flocks of birds that flew intermittently above you. The quickest way to get to the Walls from Kruger’s Wall found its path starting with a desert, which got boring after a while. 

The sun is a third of its way down the sky, almost completing a full revolution when the questions from Armin cease; although it would be more accurate to say he took a break from asking them, now more preoccupied with eating than talking. It is a little longer until Levi decides to stop, choosing an elevated terrain to make camp for the night. 

You help with what little you can do, hauling some of the less heavy boxes into place, putting up tents where you are instructed to. They are triangular, held in place by one horizontal and two vertical poles, which is then draped by fabric and anchored to the ground by stakes. 

If you look closely enough, you can see discolorations present in the patches of grass before everything gets put into place, so you have reasonable evidence to believe that these are places they hit every time they venture outside the walls. 

You hand Mikasa the hammer so she can nail the last stake through the eyelet at the bottom of the tent, standing next to Sasha as she goes on a spiel that changes direction every ten words. Both tents, Mikasa’s and yours, and Sasha’s and whoever she rooms with, are now standing upright, with no small credit to the dark haired girl. 

Sasha had pulled her weight too, and it was only because of Mikasa’s abnormal speed and effectiveness that you finished quickly enough to help others. You could have finished earlier had it not been for you, but you were still grateful your attempts at feeling useful were not shut down. 

“And then I told Connie, but when he turned to look, the deer were all gone, so now I look like a liar! Which like, not my fault he wasn't fast enough,” Sasha says, recounting her version of the day. 

You nod as you have been for the last three minutes, when you were relegated from builder to helper by Mikasa, which you accepted after fumbling with a stake for a while. It reminds you of those stories about holding the flashlight while the father gets progressively more irritated with its placement, only that Mikasa is nicer and definitely doesn’t demand anything from you. 

“Right,” you say. “And no one else saw them?”

“No! We already established that Connie is blind, and Jean was… I don't know, bonding with his horse brethren, so neither of them saw.”

You hum to show you are paying attention as Mikasa rises from where she was hunched on the ground, her black locks fluttering in the cool air. “Done,” she says, addressing Sasha. 

Sasha whoops, shooting to her feet. You stumble when, in the process of standing up, she pulls you with her by the arm. “Go, go, go!” she exclaims, unfazed by your confusion. “I want first dibs on the stew!”

You turn to her to ask her to clarify what she means, but when you look in her direction the only thing left is a comically placed dust cloud where she stood not three seconds ago. “What just happened?” you ask Mikasa in the wake of Sasha’s disappearance. 

“Assigned tasks must be completed before you line up for dinner,” she says, as if that explains everything. And weirdly, it does. “She likes to eat,” Mikasa adds as an afterthought, to which you only nod, silently following after her. 

The smell of hot stew permeates the ever cooler air, reminding you that all you had in your stomach was a bowl of porridge from breakfast and a handful of hard biscuits for lunch. There is a fire going now, and a small metal contraption sits above it, from which hangs a pot with bubbling liquid. 

You notice Sasha is already scarfing down her stew portion, hunched over crates that serve as makeshift tables. Mikasa reappears out of nowhere with two bowls, one for her, one for you. It is not long until the sun dips behind the mountains that rise above the horizon, and orders start coming for those who are still occupied to ease off and line up for dinner.  

One by one, the others start to file into the heart of the camp, guided by both their noses and their stomachs. You take a seat in between Sasha and Mikasa, choosing to rest you back against the crate the first was perched on, the latter sitting next to you on the grass. 

The entourage that accompanies you is small, and consists of only the members of Squad Levi and other scattered soldiers you don’t know the name of. And Floch. But obviously, Floch doesn’t sit with your little group, so it is only you and the original Scouts.

You don’t hear anything behind you, but you are startled when Sasha whips her head around, pausing her munching to glare at whatever stands in the tree line. “Caught another deer?” Connie teases, prompting you and Jean to snort. 

“False accusations!” Sasha defends, waving her spoon at Connie as if it were the blades she carried when fighting Titans. “And for your information, this time it was a squirrel.”

“Am I missing something here?” Eren asks, confused by the argument. Armin has a similar lost look on his face, but is it evident he has already chalked whatever happened up to Sasha’s and Connie’s usual antics. 

“Just Sasha seeing things. Maybe she should join the club,” Connie says.

“Club?” Eren questions, looking even more confused.

“With… Y/n, right?” You nod, to which he continues. “You see… things, she sees things, and Sasha sees imaginary deer. I think the hunger got to you.”

The last jab of his statement is aimed at Sasha who attempts to steal some of the potato cubes that float around in his bowl as retaliation. Everyone kind of… glances at them and then continues to do their own thing, which in your case is finishing your stew. 

While you are in the process of scooping up the last pieces of whatever the hell is in the soup, you look up, somehow not expecting to be blown away by the sight. 

Last night –or more accurately, last early dawn– you hadn't had the mind to admire the stars, too preoccupied with the world underneath your skin, your brain, your flesh. Now though, you are starstruck by the starry sky. 

Nights in Liberio are something you cherished ever since a happy accident made you look outside the window beside your bed at night, catching a glimpse of the glittery dome up above. But if the sight in Liberio impressed you, the spectacle now takes your breath away. 

The stars swirl – no, dance along the great heavens, forming constellations that comfort and confuse you. They are more different, more vibrant, more blinding than anything you’ve ever seen before. It's a wonderful sight.

You contemplate the sounds for a moment, already done with your food. There is the scattered coos of birds nestled in the trees around you, the wind that echoes through the leaves, the calm chatter of the people at your sides. 

There is a lamp in the middle of your group you hadn’t seen before, not in your time in Liberio, nor in your home. It is designed in a similar way you would expect an old timey lantern to look, but it holds a weird, blueish-purple crystal in the middle, which is the source of its light. 

“What’s that?” you ask impulsively, pointing towards the weird crystal. 

“Hm?” Armin answers. “The lamp? It's a Titan crystal.”

“Oh, from… yeah. Okay,” you say, trailing off. Was it a good idea to mention the church? Probably not, so you refrain from doing so, although it would not make the suspicions they had of you any larger. 

“Crystal ball club,” Connie whispers just as Levi stands up on the other side of the fire. 

“Okay, lights out,” Levi announces gruffly. “If I catch you outside, that's bathroom duty for a month.”

The grass rustles as everyone begins to stand up, tidying up whatever cutlery they used. You sneak a glance towards Levi, who is speaking to Hange while they go off in the opposite direction, passing by two dark haired soldiers who salute him and a blonde one, from which you can only distinguish the head of hair. 

“He isn’t that grumpy when you get to know him. I saw him smile once.” Eren cuts in behind you, and you turn to him, tilting your head sideways questioningly.

“Yeah, when Historia punched him,” Jean adds.

“...I’m not going to ask,” you say, racking your brain for that moment in the series. 

“Fair,” Eren shrugs. “Night. See you tomorrow.”

You return the goodbye and start walking after Sasha and Mikasa, turning your head around to see if you’re missing anything. The only thing you do see –which you would've been better off missing– is Floch drilling holes into your skull with a glare. 

You raise an eyebrow, not wanting to provoke him further but also unwilling to let him walk all over you. He raises his head slightly and turns around, walking away. The grass beneath your feet crunches again when you resume your pace towards your tent. Your head starts to throb a little bit, so you pat your pockets for the tea Mikasa gave you, slipping a few bitter leaves between your lips. 

When you duck under the flap to get in, you are greeted with three –not two, like before– green sleeping bags on the floor, tinted blue by the crystal lamp. Sasha had plopped down on the middle one before you entered, so you take the one on the far right. 

You lay down onto the rough green fabric, closing your eyes and listening to the faint rustle of the scarf Mikasa is folding. Then a pillow slams against your face, and you snap your eyes open, confused. You rest yourself on your elbows, halfway through sitting up, when Sasha starts apologizing.

“I'm so sorry!” she says, taking the pillow back. “I thought you’d see it with your thing!”

“That's not… that's not how that works,” you say, too stunned to be anything but. “It's like…” you hesitate, looking for a way to explain it. “Can you tell me what you had for lunch a week ago?”

“Lentils and bread,” Sasha answers with no hesitation.  

“That’s on me. I walked into that one,” you say after a pause. “What I meant was that I can’t replay them. It's just… I saw them and it's what I remember.”

“...Are you sure you don’t have a Titan?” Mikasa pipes up. “That's very similar to what Eren describes.”

“Not to my knowledge, no.” You crack a grin,” and I’d like to think I’d know if I did.”

“Eren didn’t know at first,” she refutes.

“...Lets not think about that,” you say, too tired to be paranoid. 

Mikasa shrugs, and Sasha’s eyes dart between you and her, before she arranges the pillow below her head and conks out. Mikasa is unmoving, her breaths constant and calm, but you can't say for sure whether she falls asleep. You take a while to drift off, the tea doing little to relieve your headache, but when you finally do, you are welcomed once again into a thankfully dreamless sleep.

It's a routine now; wake up, eat, pack everything, ride the cart for a day, eat, stop just before sunset, put up camp, eat, sleep, and repeat. You get to know the others better, and you are grateful for the forced proximity, because you now think that tentative friendships are formed. 

You are thinking about this in the second week, while the cart sways and the birds fly, when your mood plummets when you remember the things you left behind. The people you left behind. One in particular. 

If Gabi’s last words to you were anything to be guided from, then it's clear she misses you very much. She was less a friend and more of a little sister for you, and so you feel guilty at leaving, even if it was for good reason. Reasons you couldn’t explain, lest all your opportunities to return to your world, or even come out alive be extinguished. 

Contacting her with the letters you promised is a no go, as contact from Paradis to the other world wouldn’t be a thing for months, even years from now. She missed you, and the truth is that you miss her too. You miss her firecracker personality, her quick bluntness at things, her bragginess come the exams she presented. 

“That thing is still here?” a shrill voice asks behind you, interrupting your train of thought. 

Armin looks at Floch and then at wherever he is pointing at, inciting you to look too. The sight you are greeted with is grotesque, but also a little bit disheartening. 

What at first glance might seem like a weird hill, turns into a fleshy mess when you pass by its side. Its spine forms triangles along the curve of its back, its messy mop of dirty blond hair hiding the back of its head. Its limbs are small, fleshy and veiny, an antithesis to its giant body, encased by ribs that almost escape its skin. 

You recoil in disgust and fear without thinking, primal instincts taking over your body for less than a second. This… crawling thing is the very first Titan you see, and one you can’t help but pity.

“You are fine,” Armin says when he recognizes the look in your eye. “It can’t do anything but lay there.”

You nod wordlessly, glancing away from the Titan. You want nothing more than to pinch yourself to wake up, but there is nothing else to do but wish you never have to encounter another one in your time here. 

So silence bathes the cart again, among the creaks, bumps and swivels that accompany you on this last day of journey. And before you know it, enormous walls appear on the horizon, rising tens of meters above your head. 

The very top of it is caved in, thanks to Bertholdt’s Colossal six years ago, and there are elevators placed along the sides, even though you can see the gate is already repaired. There, cradling the entrance to Shiganshina, stands Wall Maria. 

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Seraph of the End - Takaya Kagami/Yamato Yamamoto Vol. 21-22: A Commentary - The One Where I Lose my Mind.

-"the guinea pigs gather" lol what a title. but i'm sure it's accurate.

-amazing. a tiny yuu with past!ashera. the plot thickens. yes. give me more drama.

-i hope that when it's important, we'll get a timeline-for-dummies summary/reminder. although so far i haven't been disappointed on that front.

-the way noya reacts to shikama successfully making a grown-up yuu and a grown-up mika, smh. i understand his reaction, but it's like he’s talking about machine models or sth.

-"how to tame your yuu: a guide by mika."

-i can't BELIEVE THIS ISN'T ANIMATED, AT THE VERY LEAST THE VAs WOULD NAIL IT!

-"i have a reason to live. i have you, mika" asdfkjdsg yuu

-it's intense, i can only read so much at a time. i WANT to read more, but i get overwhelmed, either with tension or with lore.

-can yuu's lil horn break? from falls and such?

-but like. the fact that The Mika is drinking The Yuu's blood must mean something, right? it must add something New and Special to that equation, whatever it is and whatever they are, right?

-MIKA SUCKING HIS BLOOD FEELS GOOD TO YUU?! yuu. yuu, please.

-uh. i'm glad mika thinks yuu tastes good. and yuu likes that. hmmm.

-oh shut up, ashera not-possessing yuu and being half-yuu and protecting yuu and protecting mika because yuu is telling him to do so, shut up shut up they are all so sweet shut up i love them

-when ashera says that yuu "he says... you... family..." MIKA ON THE NEXT PANEL AHAHAHA, he looks like 'bitch yeah i'm family'

-YUU, SAY "FUCKING THANK YOU, ASHERA, FOR REPAIRING MY HEART BEFORE BEING SUPPRESSED."

-i'm sorry, where tf is krul, is she still running?

-kimizuki: "yuu is there? idgaf." also kimizuki: "yuu is there and CRYING? we're getting there NOW, not taking no for an answer, THIS IS A FAMILY EMERGENCY, PEOPLE!"

-okay, obviously i don't believe mika will die, but damn this is intense, i'm tense.

-KRUL! KRUL IS HERE! YES! SHE'll... DO SOMETHING, IDK!

-that ferid on the cover of vol.22 is such a whiplash from the drama i've been experiencing with mika.

-okay, seriously though, how are we saving mika from this...?

-oh man, we're in "if mika dies, yuu dies" mindset, yuu? oh bb. please someone resolve this quickly, i can't stand seeing yuu like this for more than a couple pages.

-can we stop this, this hurts. please make it stop. wdym "i love you," mika, JUST COME BACK ALREADY

-WHY ARE FERID AND CROWLEY BANTERING, CAN WE GO BACK TO MIKA

-sooo… ferid was a child murderer. okay. no more lore, i'm still on mika.

-dude, this is cruel. so many chapters(=months) until the real-time readers got to know about mika's fate. on a side-note, i really like the drip-feeding of the lore in the manga. just enough to be informative and intriguing, without being confusing or chaotic.

-what a crime that this isn't animated.

-WHAT DID YOU INJECT INTO MIKA, GUREN?! HOW DEEP DOES THIS PLAN GO?! WHOSE PLAN IS IT AT THIS POINT

-WHAT DOES IT MEAN! WHAT DOES IT MEAN THAT MIKA IS TRANSFORMING INTO A BLACK DEMON (and will his eyes now be blue or red)

-tsk. bb yuu and bb mika are adorable. just let them be happy, dammit.

-mika is the definition of "head empty, just yuu."

-OH MY GOD, not that i don't appreciate this imaginary bb yuu and bb mika conversation, BUT MY GOD JUST SHOW US MIKA! WHAT IS HAPPENING TO HIM! PLEASE! (their ahoge are so complementary)

-STOP MAKING MIKA SUFFER! WHY CAN'T HE HAVE NICE THINGS

-NO! NO DARK AGES! PLEASE! WHAT'S HAPPENING TO MIKA IN REAL TIME, IN THE PRESENT!

-i like how when yuu's crying, he has snot running down his nose. what a great little detail.

-hey, krul. hey. you're family now, hey. yuu says so. 

-yuu and ashera have developed such a lovely dynamic, i can't even. i do want to see more of them in the dark ages.

-EEEEE, KRUL AND ASHERA SEEING EACH OTHERRR

-WHAT THE, MIKA IS SHIKAMA DOJI'S SON?! WHAT?! WHAT?!?!?!?! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT??? A GOD'S(? god-like entity's?) SON?! WHAT?! Hnnnnnngh??? -(is it a prerequisite for shikama doji-related people to like yuu? ‘cause mika… and shinoa…)

-vol.22 was wild.

[surpriserose]

46, 50, and 69 for the video game asks?

46. Do you like relaxing games like Animal Crossing or Harvest Moon?

Oh thats like half the games i play lol like its been a while since ive touched stardew valley but i play a lot of stardew valley likes :) ive only played 1 harvest moon game though and it was pretty good i prefer the spin off rune factory though because theres a lot of cheesy fantasy rpg elements :)

50. If you were a game designer, what masterpiece would you create?

God no idea....probably some kind of indie horror game with the ps1 style graphics or like...my sims medieval but with more standard sims gameplay idk :) most of my ideal games already kind of exist? Like project zomboid is pretty close to my ideal game idk :)

69. Best game ever made

Oh man......i feel like shadow of the colossus is up there like i dont know i havent played a lot of the greatest games of all time tm and shadow of the colossus is one of the few i have

Although if you want the half joking answer because honestly its impossible to have a best game ever made its too subjective.......will people rightfully crucify me like christ if i say fortnite? Obviously its marred by the gross as fuck storefront and battlepass systems that are really only supposed to infest free to play games but are now EVERYWHERE but if you can ignore that....its kind of like the platonic ideal of a game? Like its colorful and its fun to play and doesnt need to be more than that? i feel like as games have matured as a medium more games that come out are like just not focused on...being games? Like look at oh wait e3s dead uh...whatever the game awards are and youve got so many hyperrealistic open world generic fantasy/shooters with gritty stories and they all just look like...idk not what games should be? Like ive been playing a lot of older games and obviously nostalgias talking here but i miss when games were all stylized polygonal nightmares because the hardware just wasnt there and fortnite is one of the major games that still taps into that for me i guess. Idk theres THE hottest take anyone can possibly have in the world we dont need anymore hot takes

But actually its probably resident evil 4

[i9eto]

hello i love your works sm and i was thinking maybe u could write ab fwb with xiao? :^0 feel free to ignore tho, have a great day/night ;^}

devotion

hello im back who missed me (*crowd cheers*) anyways college has sucked for me so far and then i fell into depression for like 389434973 months but im ok again now life is really crazy guys stay safe out there. UMM also idk if anon wanted it sfw or nsfw but i was in the mood to write SMUT. let me know if you want me to redo my darling <3

warning(s): nsfw (minors dni), xiao x fem!reader, dom!xiao, fem petnames (good girl, princess), praise kink, just a teeny bit of degrading kink, hair pulling, hints of exhibition kink, mentions of blood, mentions of alcohol, drunk!reader, drunk!xiao

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“well, you two have fun! i’ll send this guy home, don’t worry.” kazuha waved at you in an overly cheery manner to the two of you whilst a completely blacked out venti hung onto kazuha for dear life. you could still hear the man softly whine to his friend to wait a little longer, and that he could definitely handle one last glass of wine. all of which kazuha ignored, reminding him that he had an important presentation the next day.

you chuckled a little at their antics, waving cheerfully at kazuha. you had also planned on going home in a few minutes. you decided on finishing the leftover drinks first before letting xiao know. with the drink in your cup, you easily dunked it down your throat – you weren’t exactly a heavy drinker like venti, but you do enjoy indulging yourself in them.

a sigh left your lips as you put the glass down. you turned to look at xiao, who in return was looking at you. your eyes widened a little from the sudden eye contact, and how intense his gaze was. you could tell from the way he looked that he, too, was as drunk as you were. “you good?” you asked him, as a way to break the deafening silence that surrounded the both of you. xiao blinked a few times, before darting his eyes back to his glass, mumbling something as he shook his head.

curious, you placed your hand on his arm, “what’d you say?” you asked, raising your voice a little to fight the loud music that the bar was playing. xiao sighed, his face a little red – but you didn’t think anything of it – he was drunk, after all. he looked like he was straining, eyebrows furrowed slightly when his gaze returned back onto you. “i was saying that you look extremely fuckable tonight, y/n.”

now, you and xiao have been friends for quite some time now, maybe around 3-4 years, and you’ve been fucking each other for almost a year now, or was it a year and a half? – you couldn’t exactly recall the specifics. but to be fair, you couldn’t recall anything. not when xiao had latched his lips onto yours, almost roughly at that. you were taken aback from how bold he was, it was a big contrast to how reserved he usually is.

although this was nothing new to you, nor him, and that you’ve been having sex with him since last year, none of your mutual friends knew about your relationship. xiao had told you before that what you both shared were purely sexual; and you were totally okay with it, you weren’t exactly looking for a relationship, but xiao is extremely good at eating pussy — so why not?

you whined into xiao’s mouth as he bit down on your lower lip harshly, the sudden pain that gushed through you making your eyes water. xiao didn’t seem to care for your discomfort as he continued kissing you in a sloppy manner, hands sliding up your body to keep you in place.

you were the one that had to pull away from him to catch your breath. when your lips parted, xiao was able to notice the slight blood forming on your bottom lip, and your teary eyes. a low chuckle bubbled from the back of his throat. he brought his hand to cup your chin. xiao wiped the blood off of your lip almost lovingly, you swore you felt your heart skipping a beat. “was it too much for you?” he asked. no answer came out of you as you knew the concern he was voicing out was nothing but fraudulent, he was always like that.

you blinked the tears from earlier away, as it wasn’t enough to roll down your cheek, but it was still blurring your vision a tenfold when combined with how drunk you already were. xiao pushed the thumb on your lip inside your mouth, he really didn’t seem to mind the crowd around him – he wasn’t usually like this, always too shy to do anything like this in public. deep down you were enjoying this drunk version of xiao.

out of instinct, you swirled your tongue around his finger, slowly sucking on it and putting on a show for xiao to watch. his breath hitched only a little, barely enough for you to notice it. “if you keep staring at me like that, i can’t promise i’ll be nice later,” he muttered, removing his finger from your mouth. the emptiness in your mouth made you realised how impatient you’ve gotten, you wanted nothing more than to just get out of the place and have xiao fill you to the brim like he always does.

xiao looked around for a second, his mind thinking of something, “come here.” he whispered, taking you by the hand as you left the bar through the back door. you were met by the cold gust of wind as soon as you stepped out, the dress you had on felt way too short for your comfort now. the alleyway was empty, to your luck – but you honestly didn’t expect xiao to be this bold.

he wasted no time, immediately having your face pushed against the wall at the same time the door closed on its own. the impact to your body making you gasp in shock. “now, be a good girl and stay quiet, yeah?” he ordered, which you eagerly nodded to, so quick to melt into his touches. “let me hear you say it, will you be good for me?” xiao was excited; he hadn't done anything as thrilling as this before. normally, he wouldn’t have taken the risk. but at that moment? his brain was far too scrambled for him to care.

“yes! yes, xiao, i’ll be good.” you answered, just as excited as he was. he planted a soft kiss on your cheek, and you could hear him humming in approval of your answer. you felt his hand slowly rubbing your cunt, your body jolting slightly. it was no doubt that you were already so wet from the entire makeout session you two just had. he scoffed slightly from how typical this was for you. “you slut,” he whispered, making you whine. “what’d i just told you? shut your mouth, little whore.” he barked.

xiao pushed your panties aside in one rough movement, once again forcing a gasp out of you with how impatient he was, and how rough he was handling you. he thrusted his knee in between your thigh, purposely grazing your cunt ever so slightly, enough for you to let out a soft mewl. for a brief moment, he released you from his grip, letting you grind against him quietly as he took the time to take his undergarments off.

his cock was already hard by the time he pulled it out. he gave himself a few strokes before coming back to you, familiar hands holding you by your hip as you felt his body pushing against yours – the tip of his cock slightly kissing your entrance. “you feel that?” he asked, his voice so quiet and low. you nodded your head, “i do,” you replied, breathless from the adrenaline. if it wasn’t for how firm he was holding you, you would’ve fucked him yourself.

“you’re dripping, you know that? i’m barely touching you.” he chuckled mockingly, you could feel his breath fanning against your exposed skin. “xiao, p-please, quit the teasing…” your voice was soft as you pleaded, desperately trying to move your hips for some friction, “patience, princess. i’ll give you everything you want,” he responded, his mouth finding its way on your exposed shoulder, softly biting into it.

you finally feel him pushing himself into your cunt, the lack of foreplay beforehand made you cunt squeeze so much tighter around him. you let out a high pitched squeal when you realised how sensitive you were. xiao was aware he hadn’t prepared you beforehand, and was nice enough to go slowly, although it was torturous for both you and him, as you were forced to feel the way every single vein he had on his cock stretching you out in a slow, slow pace.

your gasps and squeals turned into moans shortly after whilst your hands desperately flailed around in an attempt to find something to grip onto for support. “x-xiao…” you moaned, helpless from his size and how big he was stretching your walls. his bite on your shoulder became harder as he was close to bottoming out; which resulted in you biting your own lip in an attempt to distract yourself from the pain — both from being stretched out and from the bite.

xiao bottomed out eventually, leaving you breathless as you try your hardest to adjust to the size of his cock. xiao let you get accustomed first, he didn’t have any intention to hurt you, after all. one of his hands reached out to hold yours as a form of comfort for you as he waited patiently, observing your body from behind.

his mouth found its way to your neck, leaving trails of kisses onto it for the meantime, your perfume mixed with the smell of alcohol turning him on even more. the sound of his sloppy kisses did wonders to you, “you always smell so nice,” he mumbled through kisses, nibbling onto one spot. “were you trying to get me to fuck you, you fucking slut?” you feel his breath getting heavier the more he left marks around your neck and shoulders, annoyed with the lack of response from you, he thrusted once into you. the sudden motion making you moan. “not answering me? fine. i’ll fuck the answers out of you.” he grunted, he pulled out almost entirely before thrusting his entire length back into you.

xiao’s thrusts at first were bearable – slow and sensual, he made sure you felt him moving inside you. it gradually became faster as he started to lose his patience. you couldn’t blame him; your cunt was clenching hard around him, sucking him in greedily, he couldn’t get enough of it.

the empty alleyway was filled with the sounds of skin slapping onto each other, and the sound of your moans. you knew you should be more cautious with the sounds you were making, but xiao made it hard for you to even come up with any coherent thought. all you cared about was how full his cock made you, and the only thing you seem to be able to mutter was his name.

xiao loved the way you were helplessly calling out his name, knowing that he was the only thing in your mind as he fucked you stupid — but it’d be a shame if somebody found you two like this. “shh,” he whispered, one hand softly caressing your hair to help you calm down, you managed to come back to your senses — albeit a little. you brought a hand to your mouth, cupping it so you wouldn’t make any more loud noises.

a smile crept onto xiao’s face as he watched how obedient you were, “just like that, so obedient for me,” he cooed, giving you one rough thrust as a reward. your eyes rolled back from how good it felt. “you like that?” he asked, which you nodded to very eagerly. xiao let out a soft sigh, bending you down before he continued to fuck you as hard as you want, taking note of the way you moan and grunt. the new angle making you see stars with how deep xiao was fucking you.

his free hand made its way to your cunt, rubbing onto it as he looked for your sensitive bud to throw you over the edge. he could tell you were drawing close to your orgasm from how hard you were clenching around him. xiao was growing close too, his thrusts becoming sloppier as the time passed.

he gave your clit a hard pinch as soon as he found it, which earned him a muffled scream from you. the way your pussy clenched harder around him for a split second made him smirk. with his index finger, he started rubbing harsh circles onto your clit, your body jumped slightly from how overstimulated your clit felt.

your hands fell to your thighs to grip on it to make sure it doesn’t give up on you. “xiao– please…! hah! xiao, i’m cumming!” you squealed, tears rolling down your cheek as you desperately wanted to reach your high. xiao could feel himself cumming too, out of habit he gripped your hair, pulling it towards him, making your back arch.

the slight change of angle hit you right where you needed him most, your mouth falling open as you moaned for his name, cumming all over his cock. the tightness around his cock as you gushed all over him managed to send him over the edge. “fuck!” he grunted, his mouth once again latching onto your neck, biting down hard to muffle his moans. you could feel his cock twitching in you, before finally releasing his cum deep inside your cunt.

the grip on your hair was released, which made you stumble forward while xiao gave you a few more deep and slow thrusts as he tried calming down from the high he just experienced before eventually stopping. his cock remained in you for a moment while he was catching his breath.

you started to whine as he removed himself from you, your cunt clenching on nothing. xiao could tell you were still in a subspace. he turned you around slowly, kissing your cheek once again as he helped you calm down. “it’s alright, y/n. you did great, good job,” his voice soft as his fingers removed strands of hair from your face.

for a split second, he thought of how stunning you looked — that was the first time he had ever perceived you as such — only ever looking for you for sex. he was surprised himself. sighing softly, he whispered to you – almost lovingly, “let’s get you home.”

[bemylord]

↠ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴄʀᴀᴛᴄʜᴇꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴅʏ ↞

characters: gojo, sukuna, itadori, megumi, nanami, toji x fem!reader.

warnings: smut, aged up, marks/bruises, creampie, daddy kink [toji and nanami], oral [fem!receiving], degrade and praise kinks, grammar errors.

a/c: or s/o gave them scratches on their body. hc + drabble. kento's, toji's, and sukuna's part might be rough. also i may used inappropriate word don't blame me.

ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ:

would be teasing you in the morning for being too horny to suppress your nails. although, he doesn't hide the fact he adores the little pain when his clothes touch places where you left stripes.

also likes those moments when you're leaving fingernail marks on his thighs or hips whilst sucking his dick. it'd be better spelled if i specify that gojo using your head as a toy for his pleasure.

would praise you for marks you've given him, labeling his muscular body as yours, letting your fingers traveling all over his back to the chest, outlining every muscle.

prefers to do it slow but deep, touching the spongy coil inside you with his every push, feeling your hands on the back as you're trying to take his dick, being capable of not losing your mushy mind at his sharp pushes as how he's overbearingly fucking you.

'giving me all your juices and marks you've gotten for your master' satoru might be playful during the training time, but you've known he likes to talk dirty and be dominant railing you. those marks perfectly suiting on his skin so why not leave them?

despite being overdose with your cum and a facial expression - you opened your mouth releasing ragged whimpers and arching your back, approaching towards gojo's chest in the climax, cumming all over the base - he'd thrust in you more 'till you'd turn into the drooling mess below.

'yes, honey, you're doing good, so good. constricting my dick so good' obscene squelches become louder, as you could feel satoru's released on your stomach. 'you did so well, honey, i'm gonna take good care of you'

ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ʏᴜᴊɪ:

okay, i think itadori would be the softest boy through all monsters we've got here.

but don't let his innocent face trick you. despite of the fact that most of the time he's a soft bun, he'll make you scream.

ok, make you scream and be asking if he isn't tempestuous.

he'd be disconcerted if you asked him to heal his back. for what? he thinks is a sort of a recall so he could remember what the two of you had been doing in the night and how loud you were while giving him your residue of cum.

he might take some photos of his skin pattern in marks so he could ogle at 'em later, repeating seconds where you were patterning his back.

'take off your shirt, yuji. i'll heal your back'

poor itadori is sitting on the couch totally discouraged as he heard your request. he glanced at you with a bambi look: eyes wide open, as if you said something vulgar. he aimlessly rubbed the back of his head, tossed his head back.

'but i like your marks, baby'

he whined, grabbing your palms in his, forcing you to sit on his lap, wrapping arms around your waist.

'you gave those stripes because you.. you were feeling good, yeah?'

you put your head down at his question but nodded, putting your head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat.

'then i don't need your recovery, baby, let your marks stay until you'll add new ones'

ᴛᴏᴊɪ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ:

let people know what sex is. let it be a slogan for your intercourse.

he could fuck you all night due to his long-term capability and would be smug after intercourse as he'd watch the disorder [?] you did on his biceps.

mostly biceps, cause a man knows the main destination of his tongue, masterfully giving you an oral. goddamn that tongue.

he'd let you scratch his back as he'll know that it'd be possibility to show off the mark his love gave him. on other days, you're pulling his hair into your pussy, burying him even more, letting him to destroy you before the fun will start.

his arms full of red stripes. though it wasn't your fault - how can you inhibit yourself while toji is literally eating you like a meal?

'being waiting for my tongue, huh?' he's a teaser - you're at the edge of the bed, baring your dripping pussy to the one he can lick you as you need to whilst teasing and degrading you.

'being waiting to be demolished by me you little whore, don't you?'

you grabbed his strong biceps, dotted them in half-moons then squeeze as toji peeks at you.

'answer me, slut!'

his low voice makes you open widely your legs as not closed to squeeze his head. he's running his tongue on your crotch and labia, teasing you, forcing you to say how reckless and anguished you were without his tongue and fingers.

'yes, daddy, i-i've been waiting f-for you' you sharply breathe, letting out the whimpers, feeling his tongue playing with your swollen clit.

'i'm about to ruin you tonight, are you ready?' he giggled once more, getting into the little game he's been waiting for since he left the house.

ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ:

it is in their genetic code to make a woman scream but since megumi hasn't got a huge sexual experience as his father does, he'd be tender at first, asking abt your well-being, if he can move, etc..

when he watches at the mirror in the morning, he finds out his back and a few shoulders are drawing by your nails.

he'd be overwhelmed and speechless as he saw a reminder of the night.

'gumi will make up an excuse, sort of: 'i got into the fight with a curse, nothing special'. itadori'd have been asking him if he's okay, how it was but satoru isn't a naive one.

deep inside would be proud of himself that only he could put you on the pleasure, privately enjoying those patterns.

'y/n?' he pronounced your name in a question way, rubbing his shoulder aimlessly, as you glanced at him. you let out a quiet mooing as a response, staring as to how megumi taking off his school uniform.

'would you mind heal me a little?'

you smiled, coming closer to your boyfriend, grabbing a tube of medicine on the way.

'don't think i don't like your.. marks, just-'

'don't apologize, 'gumi, it's kinda chaos on your back' you giggled at your comparison, running with medicine on red stripes. his tensed and muscular body is overwhelming: those abs and pretty strong arms conquering every time you've got an opportunity to ogle.

'tho i love the chaos you made'

ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ:

i'm certain you'll be scratching his back because nanami is packing - big dick energy, lol.

screaming his name as you've been drawing illegible patterns, mostly on his wide back, so lately he'd smirk at his reflection in the mirror.

those nights when you're trying to fill the lack patterns on his back by drawing lots of geometrical figures or promiscuous tracery.

every move with his tight white shirt at the office makes his stoic face change as he reminisces the night you gave that pleasant pain.

he wants to find half-moons littering his biceps as you were holding 'em while giving creampie on his dick.

if you want it spicy - trail your fingers on his back suddenly, giving nanami little goosebumps to switch his mood.

'darling, you want me to stop?' he unaware question left you desperate as nanami stopped pumping, left a soft kiss on your forehead. 'am i fucking you way too hard?' seldom moment of nanami being tender as he gets used to fuck recklessly 'till you'll be a dripping mess under his cock.

you didn't see fit to answer the question but smack your lips against his, as a silent response named: 'i'm fine, my love, you can move' your wet, deep, and in some way subtle kiss that doesn't fit on the action you've been doing. you trail your nails from the back of his neck to the coccyx, ogling as to how his facial expression changes.

'you want to be used like a slut you are, don't you?'

you couldn't respond, only purr as how nanami suddenly turned on into daddy. feeling how your empty pussy being filled out with a thick kento's cock again as he's making a demolishing [?] pushes.

'get what you want, slut, scratch my back so it'd dotted lately with your nails'

ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ:

as for that rough man..

he gives hickeys - you give him patterns on his back.

he'd be exceedingly obsessed after had seen your marks on itadori's body. still, itadori is a vessel for him, so sukuna will be even more self-satisfied. why? a little reminder for the owner who took possession of your body at the night.

once he'll take possession of the body, itadori it'd be or someone else, he won't stop himself as long as his back will be patterns of yours nail on it.

he does literally everything to make you scratch his back, whether it be licking your swollen clit to the way your legs got shaken or fuck you on his lap.

'let the bastard see what matures did it the night' his pace increase as he uttered the phrase that makes the butterflies in your belly thrives off.

his lowly and husky voice intermingled with ragged breathing, little drops of sweat on his hairline as he crushes devastating punches, letting your moans out of your mouth.

you're digging into his skin on the back as he masterfully target into the spongy coil in your stomach, feeling as your orgasm is building up with his every hit. he wants to see his back littering in patterns of your nails, wants to have that sweet but stinging pain in the morning.

's-sukuna, ugh~' you let out a whimper as your cunt constricting creampie on his dick. he chuckled as your hole clenching his thick cock while nails trailing all over back.

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idk i start always from sukuna and i've got inspiration only on kento's part, that's why nanami and toji might be rough than a king.

[tteokdoroki]

baby, you’re tiny | k.bakugou.

⇝ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

⇝ word count: 2.3K

⇝ rating: mature, 18+.

⇝ genre: first time!au, smut.

⇝ summary: there were many things katsuki loved about his girlfriend, the main being how tiny she was compared to him; more specifically, how tiny she looked when they were in the bedroom.

⇝ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, pwp ( characters aged up to 18 ), size!kink, protected sex, fingering ( female recieving ), virginity loss, sub!reader + dom!bakugou,spitting?? y’all idk its just smut ok!! katsuki is soft <33

⇝ author’s note(s): hello hello hello!! it’s been a while since i posted my lastr request so i hope you enjoy this!! this was a request by anon, apologies for the delay. also :( my blog has grown so much so i want to thank you all for 1K, ilysm <3

⇝ masterlist | requests

you were tiny.

and if there was one thing katsuki bakugou loved most about you, his girlfriend, his how tiny you were.

at least compared to him.

most of class A had been shocked when you started dating at the start of second year; since in first year, all katsuki had done was pick on you for your height ( or lack thereof ) and nag you for your quirk— lullaby hadn’t been quite so powerful back then. but your fondness for him grew that summer, having spent time with he and eijirou over the break.

bakugou was sweet when he wanted to be, soft and attentive to you and you only. his teasing gradually let up, turning into sweet gestures or whispered praises and then finally stolen kisses under the night sky.

that’s what lead you both to date, in the end; but everyone supported you nonetheless. it was quite funny to see the great katsuki bakugou help fix your uniform in the morning or make you breakfast in the dorms and even if he yelled at the others for mentioning it— he loved the weight of your barely-there palm in his and the way you pouted up him with faux anger when he rested his elbow on your head.

you were short enough for him to tower over you and twirl you in his arms, small enough to look like you drowning in his hoodies that he gave you. even if he stopped mocking you for your height, over a year ago— even now, in your third year he still loved it.

you were so tiny and he loved it.

he especially loved the way you looked under him right now.

“ka-katsuki-!”

your moan fills his ears, overloading each one of his senses and he thinks it’s the prettiest sound he’s ever heard in his life. pulling his fingers from your slick heat, bakugou’s eyes stay trained on yours as he brings them up to his lips and sucks the remainders of your orgasm away. he lives for the way your face twists with a fresh wave of pleasure and your eyes plead him for more through the dimmed light of his dorm room.

he pinches your thighs, the ones that quiver from your second release of the night, and leans above you to pry your arm away from your heated face. “feel good, sweetheart?” the blonde asks softly, now that he can see you, fingers weaving between your bodies to draw shapes into your swollen clit. you nod once and screw your eyes shut, bare chest arching into katsuki’s at his simple touch. “need another?”

peeking up at him, your boyfriend can see the internal debate dancing in your lust filled eyes. bakugou had fingered you twice to orgasm already and asked if you needed another only to prepare you. for weeks now; you’d both entertained the idea of being one another’s first’s— of course you’d done more than just makeouts and heavy petting but after a year of dating, you finally wanted to be together as one ( bakugou’s words not your own ).

finally, you answer him with a soft ‘no, think i’m ready now,’ and the hot headed boy can barely contain his excitement. he presses a searing kiss to your lips— tongues sliding together while bakugou swallows your helpless whimpers from where you taste yourself on him. your own hand slips between you both now, curling around your boyfriend’s hardening length to palm him.

meanwhile, with a breathless groan, katsuki’s lips slip down to suck love bites into the column of your throat, but only gently. he knows you hate marks but’ll get a kick out of the others fawning over them the next day. the speed of your hand picks up, jerking him off as if for revenge— you knew how easy bakugou could come undone with just your touch and he revels in the way your tiny hands wrap around his thick girth, barely grazing the circumference of it.

just like how you could barely fit his cock in your mouth when you sucked him off—

“baby— fuck,” the blonde’s breath stutters, mind becoming foggy with thoughts of your lips on his girth egging him on.  he should stop you before he cums; stop himself from rutting into your small fingers and the thumb that brushes over the glands on his head. bakugou doesn’t want to cum before he’s got a chance to take you for the first time— even if he’d given you plenty of chances to. “slow down little bear, gotta fuck you before— before i cum…”

you grin at him from behind the warmth beneath your skin. “then get to it, katsu…”

the explosive third year gives you one last pinch to your clit and leans back on his thighs ever so slightly to reach for a condom. he quickly rolls it on, tapping his latex covered length against your dripping entrance as he prepares to make you his. you squirm underneath bakugou, fingers reaching up to weave their way into his blonde glossed hair— yanking him closer to you while he finally makes an effort to push into your needy heat.

crimson gaze fluttering down, katsuki looks to where your bodies begin to become joined, your tiny cunt fluttering around the head of his cock as he slides himself inside of you. he feels thick drool pool on his tongue at the very sight, he’s not even half the way in and your gushing pussy is already struggling to take his cock. “would’ya look at that little one,” his words are slurred around the saliva building up in his mouth. you’re so fucking small it’s driving him insane. you follow your boyfriend’s gaze, spasming at how he begins to stretch you out. “seems like your little pussy’s too tight, too small to take your man’s fat cock, huh?”

a strangled whimper sounds in the back of your throat, making katsuki smirk as he taps your cheek with a freehand. he feels a sense of pride lurch in his, how good it feels to be so big that his pretty little princess can’t take him all but he wants a verbal answer from you, wants to hear you struggle just like your glistening heat does.

“yes, ’s too small…” you sigh, chewing on your bottom lip as you meat his eye again—moving to wrap your thighs around his waist.

“should i fuck you open, baby?” you moan lowly at his words, hips bucking up and pussy clenching around his girth involuntarily. “yeah? your greedy little cunt likes the sounda that…” bakugou tries again, leaning over you as he slowly drives his hips forward to push more of his cock into you.

his head drops to your neck, puffs of his breath warm against your skin while he uses all of his willpower to hold back. katsuki knows he’s big, that he can make you feel good because of it too, but he doesn’t want to hurt you. he never wants to. when his dribbling length is half plunged inside you, the ash blonde’s fingers drop to your clit once more— soothing the burn of his weighty dick to help you suck in more of him.

your head thrashes in the sheets while he whispers praises against your bruised and bitten flesh. “you can take it baby, i know you can…”

and you do.

the pair of you groan in unison once katsuki is fully sheathed inside of you, twitching at the feeling of your soft velvety walls finally engulfing him. you can feel the leaking head of his cock prodding at your cervix, stimulating you without your boyfriend having to even move and sending shivers down your spine.

“p-please, katsuki…move.” you growl hungrily, pulling him down to smack a wet, passionate kiss against his awaiting lips. although your teeth and tongue clash messily in your liplock, bakugou doesn’t need to be told twice, drawing back his hips from the comfort of your warmth to thrust into you. the pace is slow at first, sensual grinds against each other as he stretches you out, moulding your walls into the shape of his cock.

it’s not until bakugou’s hips reach a certain angle, prodding against your sweet spot that things take a turn. a high pitched squeal dances through the room, mingling with the sound of your lover’s harsh thrusts as he claims your insides over and over. he revels in the way you suck him in and squeeze around him, painting his cock with your sweet nectar and earlier releases. “taking me so fucking well little one,” bakugou spits out through gritted teeth, barely hanging onto his last thread of sanity, the way you look right now, so flustered and messy with arousal almost pushing him over the edge. “look at you taking such a big fat cock in this tiny fucking hole, you love how big i am don’t you?”

you can barely form an answer when your eyes are rolling to the back of your head at the sheer amount of pleasure, incoherent babbles filling the little space between you both, only urging katsuki on. he already knows how much you love the size difference between you. outside of the bedroom, bakugou uses his height to tease you— putting things on the top shelf to watch you struggle to reach them but inside; he’s absolutely relentless.

he knows you adore the way he uses his larger size to dominate you, stuff your mouth full of his cock or fingers and he adores the way you take him contentedly no matter what.

“mmf— fuck, right there katsuki, feels so good!” you sigh, eyes still closed but your tongue now lolls out of your mouth— creating the perfect lewd picture that your lover will commit to memory. while his large hands sear bruises into your hips he holds still, a free hand comes up to pull down your bottom lip before he spits sweetly into your open mouth. your eyes slowly open to look at him, locking on his ruby stare as you blissfully smile up at him. katsuki swears he almost creams on the spot. “thank you katsu…”

“that’s fuckin’ right princess, thank me for my spit. thank me for making you feel good.” bakugou’s guttural moans dip into low growls, his pace picking up as your iron hot cunt clamps down on him which causes the head of his cock to drag against the spongy spot inside of you— making you see stars and your hips jump to meet the blonde’s erratic thrusts.

hot slick gushes down the your thighs from the sinful way he moves and absused your tightness, evidence of your arousals shining under the moon that slips through his drawn curtains. you can feel his balls slap feverntly against your ass that katsuki spreads apart to plow into you, latex covered length going as far to brush against your womb. each grind, each thrust has your moans rising an octave to the point where your lover has his hands clamped over your mouth to keep you from being too loud.

bakugou sits back on his haunches, pulling you up into his chest with him. you rest weakly in his lap as the explosive boy angles his thrusts upwards and straight into your oozing heat. a broken whimper breaks free from his lips as katsuki catches sight of the slight tummy bulge his fat cock gives you and you see it too, your own whines mingling with his to form a lovers tune.

he knows you’re close by the way you suddenly become tighter and he fucks into you, deeper, harder, faster.

“close katsu, ‘m getting close…” you slur into his shoulder, biting at his skin to keep control of your hazy, lust filled mind. you paint love bites in shades of blues and indigos across the canvas of his shoulders and neck while katsuki uses his pure strength to lift you up and down onto his cock. he groans every time your heat welcomes him again, drawing you closer and closer to the edge. your nails dig into his back, forming sweet creasent moons and making him moan loudly. “gimme it little one, gimme your fuckin’ cum, gonna cream on my cock? yeah? oh fuck yeah…”

his lewd words are what push you off the edge, the coil of desire that had been building up inside you finally snapping. your third release of the night gushes all over your lover’s thick girth, which he still pushes into you, helping you ride out your high. black spots paint your vision as you cum, cunt clamping down on bakugou while he chases his own release.

“cum for me bakugou, please…” you breath gently against his skin, pressing small kisses over his sore love bites. “love you so much, please…”

that’s all he needs to hear from you before spilling his seed into the condom with a shout, twitching as he collapses onto the soiled sheets of his bed with you. the pair of you lay together, still locked together  while bakugou calms down from his high in slow grinds, fingers searching for yours to intertwine your tiny hands with his. “love you more dumbass,” he says eventually, smile on his face betraying him against the harsh petname.

you smile at him even as he pulls away to throw away the condom, returning with a wash cloth to clean you both up. “not true, katsuki, i love you most!” you exclaim, tail end of your words falling into a stream of giggles as bakugou presses a flurry of kisses to your face. “with every inch of my body!”

“must not be a lotta love then, y’know, since you’re so fuckin’ tiny.” the blonde hums into your hands  when they reach up to cup his face lovingly.

you huff and pinch his cheek after that, calling him a meanie.

but katsuki bakugou doesn’t care, he’ll always love you, no matter how tiny you are.

[chippedaxe]

hello!! could i ask for a request where dream used to be a top but his ego has gotten up too high and the reader is tired of him being a bitch and decides to turn into the bitch? so it’s like sub!dream x dom!dream. i don’t really have ideas of what could happen, maybe dream won lost a manhunt and is pretty mad and yeahhh :) thank you already!

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Title: Poor Baby

Warnings: NSFW !Minor's steer clear, coarse language, praising, teasing, degrading, bit of humiliation, nipple play, fingering, anal play, begging, idk if there should be more.

Pairing: Sub! Dream X Dom! Reader

Pronouns: They/Them, non specified genitalia,

Synopsis: Dream tries to dominate you but you've had enough so you toy with Dream.

Word count: 1.5k

Note: tbh i was rlly confused so i hope this is somewhat what u wanted <3

- if it doesn't make sense like halfway thru the story then I'm rlly sorry, I wrote half of it one time and half of it another time (and I don't rlly reread or edit my work)

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Dream storms into the room looking angry, his hands have been balled into fists and you can tell that he's not thinking rationally "Dear- what's wrong? What happened, baby?" you tried to calm him down but he completely dismissed you "Take off your clothes." he ordered "excuse me?" you were taken back "come on- please just take off your clothes,, manhunt made angry.." Dream grumbled.

"Baby, just calm down.. Rest" you pulled him down onto the bed gently "Sweetheart, don't you want my cock?" Dream grabs your chin and looks into your eyes "of course I do-" he stops you right there "Then why're you being difficult?" he caresses your cheek, "Well I just feel like you're acting like a serious bitch right now" you confessed bluntly.

"Me? A bitch?" Dream groaned at your words, his hands reaching out to touch you but you stand up from the bed "Yeah. A really big bitch. So why don't you just calm down and rest, okay?" you put your hands on your hips and looked down at him "You don't give the orders okay? I give them! I'm the dominant one here!" Dream exclaimed "Then maybe I should be." you shut him down.

"What? You? Dom me? I don't think so" Dream chuckled to himself, "You think it's so funny now but wait I'm making you dizzy and seeing stars from how good I can make you feel.." you warned him "How do you expect to get me to be submissive for you?" Dream growled "Watch me." you responded as you then approached him.

You straddled his knee and crawled onto his lap, your hands moving to his chest "This is all you've got?" Dream rolled his eyes "Of course not, this isn't even close to the beginning" you leaned down to kiss his neck. You turned your head to the side and began suckling roughly on his skin, biting gently every few seconds "Ah- Yeah, keep doing that, doll." Dream tried to make it seem like he was in control but his words only affirmed your new dominant position.

"Yeah? You like it when I suck on your neck? I bet you'll like it a lot when I suck your cock too.." you tease him, your hands feeling up his chest and groping the man. "Don't tease me, or I'll punish you" Dream tried to sound scary "Punish me? But I'm being so kind, dominating you when you're clearly not fit to be on top.." you decided to bully him a little bit with some degrading words.

"Huh? What? What're you saying.." Dream started to get real riled up, his face starting to glow a bright red "What? Is my Dream angry with me?" you acted coy, kissing his jaw and pouting "Sorry Dream, I know how sensitive you are.." you teased him further "Don't make me flip you over and ram you- I will do it!" he threatened "Oh I bet you will.." your voice was condescending.

Your hands slid Dream's shirt off his body, revealing his tense muscles "Oh wow.. You look so pretty, all of this for me darling?" you cooed "Don't talk like that, I'm not you're little sub!" Dream shouted "Of course not, you're just someone who's below me and is acting quite submissive..." you pointed out. Your hands were cold, finger tips colder, pinching Dream's nipples to get a reaction out of him.

"H-uhgh..." Dream let out a small noise, his erection growing in his pants until it became a raging boner. "Aw you like when I play with your nipples? That's adorable.." you tease him as you continue to toy and play with his soft buds "n-no!" he was surely embarrassed, probably feeling humiliated. "Stop it- You're humiliating me!" Dream complained "Oh am I? You want me to stop? Then beg me, slut."

Dream went quiet and he froze up a little bit, clearly not expecting you to talk to him like that "Speak Darling, or are you too dumb?" you teased him. Dream gulped nervously and glanced up to meet your gaze "Please stop teasing me- please!" he gasped. "Okay, what do you want me to do?" you leaned over him.

Dream shuddered slightly "I want you to touch me properly!" he spoke up "What's the magic word?" you placed your hands on your hips, clearly enjoying the sudden change in superiority. "P-Please.. Please touch me, Please.." Dream groaned softly, you almost felt bad from the way he was begging you. Almost.

You looked down at him, his cock twitched in his pants, growing harder against the tight fabric "It hurt's so bad.. Please help me.." Dream hugged you and hung his head on your shoulder. "Okay baby, I'll help you.." you unzipped his pants just a bit so you could slip your hand in to palm him gently.

"Ah- I need more.. Please.." Dream bucked his hips up against your hand, desperately trying to grind against you but to no avail. "Be patient darling" you hushed him up and pulled his penis out, stroking his length gently. You admired the way it throbbed in your hand, twitching slightly as Dream rolled his head back and groaned "You're not usually this vocal, something change?" you smirked at him.

"That feels so good, so good.." Dream rolled his hips against you, legs closing together to give him a little more friction "Uh uh- open up." you slapped his thigh which made him open them back up reluctantly. You wanted to give in and let Dream fuck your insides but you fought the urges, today you were going to fuck him instead.

You took off his pants finally, letting the blonde boy relax more. "I'm gonna try something new with you, alright?" you didn't give Dream much time to answer as your hand dipped down between his legs, one of your fingers thrusting into his tight hole. "Ah! I- I've never touched there before!" Dream was feeling a little bit shy clearly.

"Your walls are sucking my fingers in so well, oh my god.. I should definitely buy a dildo or something for you.." you thought out loud to yourself. Dream quivered underneath you, his hole clenching around your finger at the thought of you fucking him with a toy. "M- More.." he was definitely feeling ashamed, his head turned away to face the wall.

You gave him what he wanted and stuck a second finger inside, curling them gently to press against his prostate. Dream squealed and covered his mouth to hide his lewd noises "Hands off." you instructed "But-" he protested "But nothing, hands off yourself or I'll stop touching you" you argued. Dream swallowed his pride and removed his hands, letting out a loud sound when your fingers thrusted deeper inside of him.

"Do you like this?" you asked "Of course- It feels so sO good!" Dream cried out "You like it more than when I play with your penis?" you questioned, Dream nodded and bit on his lip to keep quiet "So.. You'd let me do this again sometime?" you were starting to feel really excited "W-Whenever you want!!" Dream was now completely your bitch.

"I-I think I'm gonna cum, it feels sO weird!" Dream babbled on and on "Nuh uh- not unless you say you're my bitch." you wanted desperately to hear him say those little words "What??" you slowed down your pace and started to gently remove your fingers "No- No! I-I'm your bitch! I said it! I'm your bitch! Now please let me cum!" he bawled.

"Good boy.." You sped it up, not giving any mercy to his ass as you finger fucked him. "AH! I'm cumming! FUCK!" he arched his back, walls convulsing around your fingers as his hot white liquid spat out of his cock and ran down his legs. "Dirty slut, go clean yourself up" you snickered down at him before pulling your fingers out of his ass and leaving the bedroom.

You're not a monster so you obviously won't just be leaving him there, although it's not like you're gonna help him much. You grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and came back to hand it to him, he weakly reached out to grab the bottle but dropped it "Don't tell me.. Does my little slut need help drinking from a bottle? Pathetic.." you spat at him before drinking some of the water.

You grabbed his chin and opened it gently, spitting your water into his mouth for him to swallow. Dream gulped it down and flushed a deep red, "Thank you.." he thanked you and was flustered. "No problem, I love you baby." you kissed his cheek "I love you too, thank you for taking care of me today.. I think I liked it better when you were in charge.." Dream admitted "I was thinking the same thing, sweetheart" you smiled at him.