#always love the grim lore

[childlikegoblinqueen]

SCOM Angsty Thoughts:

Spoilers for those not caught up… and a little food for your thought.

There’s something about Hunter realizing that other Coven Heads might have known what he was way before he did.

And that they might have been looking at him like a magical butcher chart of what they could claim to increase their power — and that the one who was supposed to be protecting him used this as a way to manipulate their loyalty.

Makes this scene a lot more terrifying…

What were the others promised?

Maybe we’ve already seen a version of this in another canonical example … (hint. It’s not a galdorstone… that’s obvious)

And who has the most to gain by old rumors about Grimwalker biology being broadcast by a major political candidate.

[tartppola]

very specific au thought, silver if he was the shield instead ( read the tags to see explanations )

[druidberries]

Hades got to work that day and was immediately called up to Grim's desk. Your average person would be worried, being called up to the boss' office is bad enough, but when your boss is the Grim Reaper? That's usually a cause for concern. Luckily for Hades, however, he's Grim's right hand man. Being called to his office was a usual occurrence and, most of the time, not something to be worried about.

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- transcript under the cut -

Hades: "I'm not spying on anyone."

Grim: "I didn't ask you to spy."

Hades: "It kinda sounds like you want me to spy-"

Grim: "Hades." [he pauses] "She just moved to Ravenwood, Mourningvale of all places. She's a human. Not to mention she's been snooping around since she arrived."

Hades: "I'm a human living in Mourningvale."

Grim: "That's different, you're a Reaper. Please, just find out what she's up to- I'm not asking you to spy on her- just figure out what she's doing here."

Hades: "Ugh...fine. Since when do you ask ME for this sort of stuff?"

Grim: "I trust you, Hades."

[torgawl]

i've finished reading zayne's anecdotes... nobody talk to me for the next century

[valentine-cafe]

˖⁺. “ don't want you in my bloodline ! ” : 

﹙ friends w benefits : m. monsters x male & fem reader ﹚.𖹭 ݁

. . . various male monsters x fem & male reader !! 🍒 : ﹙ grim reaper characters ˖ mercenary characters ˖ boss character ﹚

various scenarios with different monster characters and having a friends with benefits relationship with them

﹙ cws ﹚: explicit content ˖ penetrative sex ˖ rough sex ˖ friends with benefits ˖ nipple play ˖ rough sex ˖ creampie ˖ public spaces ˖ angry sex ˖ pussy slapping ˖ handjob ˖ multiple orgasms  | wc : 1.0k 

﹙ receipts ﹚: need to do a part 2 to this because if there is one thing I love it's friends with benefits ugh

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﹙hàoyǔ 9948e. ﹚. . . round-the-clocker !! 🍓 : male reader . you should have known the first week of this arrangement that you’d take more dick than calories. hàoyǔ needs his fix. he’s absolutely insatiable. wherever it be calling you up late in the night to have you riding him in his living room. appearing at your work place to fuck you full in the janitor’s closet. jerking you off in a quiet alleyway when you both bump into each other at the city.

you don’t understand. he needs to feel your tight walls around his cock. needs to hold you close and fuck you wild until you’re coming all over. you never deny him any way - ever the loyal slut.

“taking it so well. . . fuck - like you were made for it huh?” a spank to your thigh. he positions your leg over his shoulder further and snaps his hips against yours rapidly. eyes focused on the way that your tight little hole takes him again and again. how it squelches and begs him to stay. but he simply has to withdraw so that he can pound you senseless.

he’s addicted to your cum. so of course he has to jerk you off until you’re whining and bucking despite getting your ass absolutely wrecked.

“pretty boy. pretty slutty boy. only good for taking cock.” he grunts to your ear. ramming into you without mercy. if it means he can see you limp into the library later.

꒰ grim reaper character  ꒱

﹙hǎitāo 209. ﹚. . . anger management !! 🍒 : fem reader . being possessed by a demon and constantly fighting off thoughts of violence while also fighting each and every day in the rebellion really pents up your anger. . . but lucky him, he has you!

your pretty cunt is just the perfect thing for his aggressive thrusts. his harsh words muttered to your ear as he yanks you around. manhandles you. calls you a stupid little whore as he fucks you in the back of one the rebellion’s undercover vehicles.

he’s always made sure to ask if you are alright after. take the utmost care of you. as though you were glass. he always makes sure that you are alright with his roughness. and oh, his sweet angel is what you are.

you don’t mind when he shows up in the middle of the night. shoves your knees to your shoulders and stretch you out on his cock. fuck you so hard that the headboard slams against the wall again and again. muttering things like -

“fuckin’ mission was a disaster. no one fucking listens. not like this sloppy cunt huh?” he pulls out - if only to deliver your throbbing pussy a spank. rub at your clit in apology and kiss you messily again before he goes back to pounding you senseless.

you’ll be all alone in the morning. but that’s fine. you’ll be riding his cock come evening.

꒰ grim reaper ˖ mercenary character ꒱

﹙rishen 1311. ﹚. . . stress reliever !! 🍓 : male reader . the admiral of aegis has quite the questionable methods of stress relief. but he finds that having you on your knees with his cock fucking your throat is ample times better than any whiskey.

you’ve been a worker in his institution for a few years. you’d caught his eye - and now every other day you’re either bent over his desk and getting a good fingering or fucking — or riding his cock like a desperate little thing whilst he tends to his paperwork.

just the feeling of your tight walls wrapped around the base of his cock takes away all the frustration. all of the tension of the week. it doesn’t make it any better that you’re always so willing. always coming around to check in on him.

it’s as though you want his hand down your pants. jerking you off while he shoves you into the glass wall of his office. have you overlook the city and bounce your ass back on his cock. fuck yourself on him because he’s just so tired from work.

“fuck, querido.” the rough grumble in his throat rumbles into your ear. he eases more inches up your tight hole. grabbing onto your hips to halt your frankly pathetic movements before slamming up in tempered. pistoning movements. slow. rough.

all while he smokes his cigarette. balms the bitter taste with the sweetness of your neck and shoulders. he’s just gotta fill you up a few times to feel better.

꒰ boss ˖ spy ˖ femme fatale ˖ assassin character ꒱

﹙ xīyáng 9819. ﹚. . . midnight menace !! 🍒 : fem reader . he’s got quite the obscure schedule. more than most. initially you weren’t too sure how this arrangement would work - but you quickly caught on. the first few times he called you in the middle of the morning. voice heavy with restlessness. telling you to just touch yourself a bit for him. maybe your pretty moans will do better than coffee.

to the nights where he’ll call you up. tell you he’s on his way. before he’s burying his cock between your legs the second he gets in and the door shuts.

loves picking you up. manhandling you. pressing you down into whatever surface he can find and pounding your poor cunt raw.

he’s never there. yet always there at the same time. always touching. always groping. always using you as his pretty little relief. if you aren’t bouncing on his cock at least once a week. even if it’s in the middle of midnight - well, he simply feels as though his week has not been fulfilled then.

after missions is when he’s at his roughest. shoving you face down into the bed and pounding you ass sore. balls aggressively slapping against your weeping pussy. the clock blaring 3am the indicator of your rude awakening.

“always ready to take it - aren’t you sweetheart?” he grunts. fingers tightening on your scalp. he’ll reach around and play with your clit to make you cum. the feel of you cumming around him will be just the pick-me-up he needs.

꒰ mercenary boss ˖ grim reaper character ꒱

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I read Trein's vignette and find it interesting about his background from the RSA, his daughters, and his pedagogy.

I was personally sort of disappointed with Trein's vignettes 😅 It was of course interesting seeing him in his element, but I feel like we barely learned anything new about him. The majority of the vignettes just expanded on things we already knew about him based on previous voice lines or behaviors. For example, part 1 focuses on him exercising to maintain his health with input + advice from Vargas (something which Trein already communicated to us via his Unified Exam voice lines). We also already knew that he was a strict teacher and allows Lucius to police students that are falling asleep in his lecture (shown in part 2 of the vignettes and in the manga), though now I guess we have more specifics on just how strict he can be and how much he values knowledge. He gets really upset with Grim for guessing on a difficult question and seeking praise for it, demanding that Grim not talk back and review the test from front to back, then take a new test and earn full marks on it. And, of course, we knew that he dotes on Lucius and his daughters, which is shown again to us in part 3.

The significant brand-new bits of lore we learned are the names of his daughters (Anna and Dolly Trein), Lucius's thoughts on his late wife and daughters (he loves them), and that Trein can hold a grudge + wished to work for RSA (even going so far as to apply to work there multiple times, even while already teaching at NRC). That last detail was a really interesting way of translating Lady Tremaine’s desire to have one of her daughters marry into royalty into Trein’s character.

I really felt there was a missed opportunity to expand more on Trein's family and how familiar contracts work in Twst. I wanted more about his relationships with his daughters and late wife. What are the conditions to forge a familiar contract? Can you only forge one if the creature is an infant at the time (Trein indicates he has had Lucius since he was a kitten)? How come Trein is the only mage we know of with a familiar in the first place, even at this super prestigious school? Is it not a common thing? What exactly separates a familiar from a regular animal you keep as a companion? I wanted answers to those questions.

I did find the new expressions and poses nice though! The little smirk and the adjusting his gloves combo is a particular favorite. The animation where he picks up Lucius is also very cute.

abildboiabdabofe And the chibis look so silly... I always get thrown off by how small Lucius looks compared to Trein and the other characters. It's alright when Trein is shown already holding Lucius in his arms, but Lucius looks even smaller when he's curled up and low to the ground... I worry someone might step on him by accident 💦

I love how he just... rests on the bristles of the broom in the animation... He's truly with Trein through thick and thin.

afueftiftevoaofeqeywpy POOR LUCIUS THOUGH, LOOK AT HOW PANICKED HE IS WHEN THEY'RE FLYING HIGH 😭😭😭 Definitely peak content.

[hanafubukki]

Psst... Y'know what's better than Lilia with a baby?... Lilia with TWO babies. Lilia having twins would be so cute but chaotic. Especially if they're identical girls and they have way too much fun with it (Lilia too). Like, MC and Lilia are the only ones who can always tell who is who. I can just imagine them having those little bangs and hair horns like their papa and they'd be so cute ashgfgeh. Also, I headcanon twins being rare in the fae world so these two definitely taking of advantage by scaring people. They basically climb Malleus like he's a tree and man is too happy to indulge. They take naps and cuddle with big brother Silver and scare Seven (they make up for it with wittle kisses). Lilia would be so shocked but happy with having TWO babies to take care of. Like, if you have a pregnancy glow, this man has a glow while taking care of babies. Ok, thank you byeee.

[kind of related to this ask]

Hello Anonie 💚🌺🌷

Reading this had me laughing, I haven’t dealt with twins much but I can imagine they are double the chaos from what little experience I’ve had.

I was also reminded of Playful Land Event where Lilia couldn’t handle Grim and, yeah, he going to be one tired papa.

Well, I guess you can say it’s the world returning to him what he’s owed right? All that pranking and scaring others?? 😆 and of course, all the extra love and joy he deserves. 💚

He’s lucky he has two sons who can help him and YN out 💞 who has bountiful of energy…for now.

Despite the twins trying so hard to trick their parents and brothers, they never can. Parents know them too well and their differences. Malleus can tell, he helped raise them and even then their magic aura gives them away. Silver is observant, he’s picking up which twin is who right away no matter what. He’s a knight what did you expect? 🤣

I think the only one who might have some trouble is Sebek, not because he doesn’t know them. But sometimes he second guessed himself.

Not only do they have the hair bangs and little horns but I imagine they also have different colors that fits their moods. 💞💞

I fully believe twins are rare, especially if we follow low birth rates among the fae lore. So many don’t initially know that ex-General Vanrouge had twins.

But that changes real quick, they are just like their papa, as silent as a shadow. Ready to strike their next victim.

It’s not uncommon for one of the twins to be sleeping on Malleus. Head tucked between his horns with one hand holding his horn. While the other twin is sleeping on Silver who’s standing guard right next to Mal.

Walking into that office must be a sight 😂💞

Poor Sebek is going to get early gray hairs because of these two, but at least they keep him on his toes. I can see him catch them and carry them like sacks of flour. While the two struggle, hah! He’s a knight. Good luck getting out of his arms. He can do this all day. He lets them go eventually but the twins makes sure he gives them kisses before they get their next victim. Sebek is lucky Ace isn’t there to laugh at his flustered face.

Lilia is happy. He now has two babies! Well, four. Of course, Malleus and Silver will always be babies in his eyes.

Sometimes, you catch him awake in the middle of the night, watching his babies and holding them. It wasn’t easy coming to this point in life. But he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

His family. His loves. 🥹💞

This was cute ahhh 💞💞💚💚

[ramons-elevator]

This has been rattling in my mind for a minute and i need to scream about it.

The significance of the item display of the backpacks and how much that defines the QSMP characters.

If you dont know, Leo found out you can display an item in your backpack and show it off. Kinda like a little charm or a keychain. Ever since then, a bunch of people have been displaying items.

Lets start off with the trend setter.

Leo:

Her item is a totem. Obviously this is about Foolish. She spends the most time with Foolish and adores him. They are super close and are super similar. Another reason could be showing off her wealth. Also, a joke that she is immortal (she isnt) and its a bit of a hint to that.

Foolish:

His item is the player head that Leo always wears. Obviously, like Leo, it represents how much he loves Leo and the time they spent together. It also looks like Leo is in his backpack and showing that they are always together (Siempre juntos) no matter what.

Philza:

His item is a skull you can wear on your head. Now theres a lot to interpet here. The obvious one is that this represents Missa. Either that he always chooses Missa or that Missa is with him and Chayanne even if hes away. Again theres a lot to talk about.

Another reason is that death isnt scary for him / death is always there. Philza in general is associated with death (his irl wife's lore is being the goddess of death). With his son on one life for so long and now his granddaughter, he has come to terms with death. He isnt scared of the Code Monster. He will fight until the death no matter what.

Tallulah:

Her item is a poppy. I believe she gives poppies to people she meets for the first time. For me, it represents her innocence. In the way she views the world and how the world views her. Everyone sees her as a sweet girl and is super kind. Majority, if not everyone, always loves her. For her, she always views the world with love. She is told by Wilbur and Phil that her kindness and love is necessary. In a world full of terror and fear, there needs to be love and gentleness

Chayanne:

His item is a potato. For anyone who doesnt know, Chayanne is deeply inspired by Techoblade. Technoblade is known for being a incredible warrior and a great Potato farmer. Please look up his videos. Philza told Chayanne about Techno and again is deeply inspired by him. The potato is a reminder of Chayanne's goals. To help everyone and to protect everyone.

Richarlyson:

His item is a heart container, one used to get an extra heart of health. I have so many emotions about this. I think the main one is that Richarlyson is the heart of the Brazilians / Favela Five. He is the core, for better or for worse. He always loves all his dads. Even recently with how scary everything is, he still loves and trusts his dads.

Forever:

His item is a Nether star. I honestly feel like this defines his character so well. An item that takes a lot of time, resources, and strength to get. Forever has put in that time and effort. His strength shines in his armor and how persistent he is. Also, the nether star is needed to make the highest level of the block reinforcer. Its needed to make everything safe. Forever has shown that over and over again. He wants to make everything safe.

(Update, Richarlyson changed his to a nether star so him and Forever are matching!)

Cellbit:

His item is the universal block remover. I dont know how recent this change is, but I noticed it when he was in his federation office. Just like Forever, this defines his character so well. He is there to break something, either the Enigma or the Federation. He is trying to get inside.

BadBoyHalo:

His item is a Scythe. For anyone who doesnt know, Bad said he is the grim reaper. Either coming to people to remind them to drink water or that he helps guide people to the afterlife. A lot of people thinks that why he cares so much about the eggs. He is the one to transport them to the afterlife.

Mike:

As im making this post, Tazercraft went live and I noticed Mike has a red block in his item display. I dont know a lot of Tazercraft/ Mike's lore. I do know that in tazercraft's game of hide and seek, a red block is represented to show who is the seeker/killer. Maybe it relates to that?

This is everyone I can think of off the top of my head. Theres probably more people who have it, but yeah.

[rayroseu]

Saved by Diasomnia!!

I really love how the game always makes sure we get a rescue moment with Diasomnia characters in every event if they are on it lol

It supports my agenda that Ramshackle and Diasomnia are connected to each other in lore (like both these dorms have heavy relation with History and Death)🙌🏻🙌🏻. They are always on the lookout for their Young Master's friend... 🥺💖💕

(Also yeah... Why did I just realize now that Malleus is the one who indirectly introduced us to other Diaso members.....😭😭 I find that so cute bcs usually the others are *supposed* to be the one looking for a friend for him but Malleus just mentioned us and Lilia was hyped about it and it all domino effect from there lol)

Also, surprise yeee‼️‼️🤺🤺 I drew some of my mutuals OC's 🥰✨✨ Yuuri Atsuisamui with Silver from @souslesetoilesavectoi and Hana Asteria with Lilia from @hanafubukki ✨🫶🏻✨🫶🏻✨ (i hope i did justice for your lovely oc's, sous and hana!!😭) And, Malleus is just with my yume oc, Citrine🥰💛,,, also i need to interact to more sebek yumes... i only had the default prefect for him🥹

Honestly there are other Diashackle moments that I want to include as well!! But these four are my most precious💖💖

Like that time in Sunset Savanna event, where Lilia pressured Leona to let us go to Sunset Savanna too or else he's not going lol (thank you peepaw💗💞💗✨✨) and that vignette with Sebek helping us carry the chairs and him protecting us when the chairs fell ‼️🥹💚

On the main story, Silver is the only one who asks us if we're fine from time to time and the fact he rescued us after Mickey's dream collapsed--- and ofc Malleus indirectly helping us on Book 3 bcs of the Gargoyle Analogy lol--- I LOVE IT 🥹🫶🏻✨💗💞💗💖💘

Even the events mentions how precious Ramshackle is to Diasomnia so 🤗🤗🤗 thank you for being the backbone of many Yuu&Grim spotlight, Diasomnia-- Best dorm frfr✨✨💞💞💗💞💗

[thescriptorium]

@rheuiao and i have been COOKING in chat and need to share

don’t shoot me, but i would’ve loved to see caitlyn be even MORE of a villain but tbh some of yall could not handle all that. so let me explain:

i think it would’ve been so entertaining, so devastating and perfect if Caitlyn really did fall into this puppeteer-dictatorship where she was strung up on a throne, and blamed for all of Ambessa’s wishes and desires.

Because she’s not only a Kiramman, but an outcasted Kiramman, ever since she was a child, right? Nobody liked her, she had no friends other than Jayce, who was always older and too busy for her. She can take the heat and the pressure and the shit-talk because she’s already used to it. From childhood, to rookie enforcement. Her natural state is this stoic neutrality, this Mask she wears to preserve herself, her family name.

The mask she wears now, to preserve this reputation being crowned on her. This cold, calculating commander whom no one can cry or convince to move illogically.

So seeing Caitlyn slowly deteriorate, episode by episode, giving up her morals in Ambessa’s pursuit of justice, would be so awful and lovely to watch.

To think that Caitlyn in season one breaks Vi out of jail, only now to be the one imprisoning people. To be re-poisoning streets after dismantling shimmer factories, to be completely emotionally devoid after hugging a shimmer-ravaged stranger in one of the deepest cracks of the sumps.

It would be a complete unraveling of her character. We get to the bones, we get the worst of her, of what she’s capable of. What her name and power in this story is capable of.

We learn this is someone to be feared. Who doesn’t flinch under rage or hatred, who doesn’t care to be known or understood so long as her orders are followed.

And then just as she reaches this point of being “unredeemable” the mask finally drops. It’s unexpectedly terrifying. Everything turns on its head.

And then Caitlyn proves yet again that no one ever truly knows what she’s planning, or her next move. No one knows that she’s always been one step ahead, and this betrayal of Ambessa has been a long time coming. Because she’s known about her manipulative memorial attack, she’s known that Ambessa has been grooming her. She’s been seething and biding her time and now she gets to enjoy the grim realization on her face as Caitlyn finally outsmarts her.

Her torturous patience, her ruined reputation, the loss and betrayal of her one true love—every single knife has prepared her for this moment. The final kill. The one that bleeds her dry, that tears into her, that makes her this monster.

But it’s a monster worth redeeming. It’s a monster that understands why Jinx blew up the council. After seeing firsthand (and abusing herself) the control Piltover has over Zaun. How much they’re responsible for ruining their land, their health, their lives. It’s her lowest moment and it’s when our Caitlyn finally returns, only with blood on her hands.

Blood she can’t clean off. Blood she can’t take back. Blood that flashes now when she closes her eyes, when she finally cries into them at what she’s done.

I think her lines of “no amount of good deeds can undo what we’ve done” would be so much stronger here, if she added, “but it doesn’t mean we don’t try.”

This is when we see the start of Caitlyn’s lore, finally taking shape. The Sheriff of Piltover, this beautiful, immovable staple of the city. Who can command airships and snipe foreign infiltrators, and solve any mystery thrown her way.

She can be known as ruthless, cold and calculating, a complete dictator to work with. But we know that’s just the mask, because we’ve seen how she is in quiet moments with Vi. With people she’s saved. That tenderness that never really went away in season one, even for a stranger.

Her redemption starts with giving up her Council seat to a leader of Zaun. It’s relieving herself of this corruption that comes with her name, her status. She uses what remaining power she has to release Jinx from captivity, and ban inhumane cells in Stillwater. She reinforces the ventilation tunnels for their original purpose and tries to sleep at night. She can’t undo her mistakes but she can continue making changes that are worthwhile. She can threaten to pull funding from the Wardens when violence builds, and keep archives of dirty secrets—just in case anyone with power gets too out of line.

Caitlyn could earn our trust back, with all these small unseen steps. She can pull the strings of this city, but no amount of good deeds will redeem her from what she’s done. So she works tirelessly and isolates in her family mansion.

And her only indulgence is one of love. The quiet nights she expects to be alone, only to find Violet by her window—opening the glass and simultaneously her heart. Her cold, unredeemable heart that Vi accepts without hesitation, for reasons she’ll never come to understand. Other than Vi being the only good in the world, while she represented everything evil.

Caitlyn does not believe she’s a good person. But what makes her so bittersweet as a character is that she works hard to be. All because of these devastating lessons she had to learn.

Being good is a choice someone like her has to make. It has to be a consistent breaking against this mold of privilege and power. For Vi, for people like her. The hope of that statement.

For the love of a stranger, and the grief of a mother—who died trying to vote for peace.

[childlikegoblinqueen]

Check this out!

I commissioned the absolutely AWESOME AMAZING FABULOUS @smallpapers to illustrate a portion of one of the Grimwalker Scary Tales from AO3!

They did such a great job of capturing the mood and LOVE their work!

Thank you for everything!

Link to the original story below.

[stu-dyingstudent]

Sakura Haruno fic recs: ANBU ROOT

It only feels right to make my ROOT list now since I posted my ANBU fic list! Similarly to the shadow corps, ROOT had so much wasted potential it actually saddens me. Kishimoto had so many great ideas in Naruto that he just never fully fleshed out and it's a shame. One thing in specific is the whole Torune and Shino situation. Two words: wasted potential!!! It could've been so good and really developed on Shino (and the Aburame clan).

Anyway, once again since our knowledge on the stories and workings of ROOT are limited, this allows for some pretty interesting interpretations. Also, I actually saw an interesting comment the other day about how Sakura would've been a good candidate for the program because of her chakra control and lack of family influence in Konoha and I honestly have to agree. I might be a bit biased, but whatever. Enjoy some root!Sakura recs!

Also, try out my ANBU list (some overlap).

Started: 2024.08.13

Last Updated: 2024.12.19

note: feel free to check out my master list which has a bunch of Sakura Haruno fic recs (all organized)!

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The Small Postures - Celenier || ao3 || T || kakasaku || canon divergence || incomplete

Sakura acts as a spy for Tsunade when Danzo takes an interest in her. While earning her place in ANBU Root, she discovers her own path to greatness. She learns grim secrets about how her village operates, makes terrible enemies, and begins to appreciate the extent of her fractured personality.

The Small Postures was oddly disturbing to me... After Shikamaru is approached for ROOT, it's decided by the higher ups that someone more expendable should infiltrate to take the division down. Sakura is the chosen one, but at what cost? With Kakashi acting as her contact and her only confidant on the matter, how will this affect their relationship? Truth be told, I haven't gotten far enough for any sort of romance, so I have no comments there, but this fic is very well written and quite ominous at times.

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Black Bough - Re_Adrienne || ao3 || unrated || gen || root AU || ongoing

Sakura's parents are civilians.

It does not spare them.

In which Sakura forgets, Sai pretends, and Kakashi can't tell if he's failing the mission.

I really love this fic! Sakura joins ROOT just before her graduation after her parent's death and it's there she meets Sai. Years later the two of them are extracted by Kakashi and she is put under his watch as she readjusts. Part of the struggle is the known fact that she was supposed to be a member of Team 7, which causes some drama (?). There's some super interesting ROOT lore going on and I always have a soft spot for Sai and Sakura friendships!!

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Five Kingdoms for the Dead - Evil Is A Relative Term || ffn || M || canon divergence || complete

After the Forest of Death, Sakura comes to realize that being weak is no longer an option. However, she finds that change is sometimes painful and that truth doesn't always come easy. Luckily, she'll have some help along the way.

It's been a hot minute since I've read Five Kingdoms for the Dead, but I'm fairly certain there is some ROOT stuff going on in here! Nonetheless, this is a great fic with some really interesting worldbuilding.

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Trials of Change - Espoiretreves || ao3 || gen || time travel AU || complete

Haruno Sakura made a promise. Looking in the eyes of her Shisou and the reanimated Hokage, she took on the most important mission of her life. Go back in time and try to prevent the 4th Shinobi War. Now, Sakura is back to her 5-year-old body, with all the knowledge and haunting memories of the future. She vows to keep her precious people safe and stop certain events from happening, without altering the timeline too much. The trials her emotions and logic put her through have her questioning her very existence, but for the sake of peace, she has to push forward. No matter what.

Trials of Change is actually apart of a time travel series and I have to say that it is probably one of the best of the genre! This fic is the first of a series and the main focus is ROOT and taking down Danzo. I really adore all of the worldbuilding and backstories going on here in addition to the fact that there are breaks. Yes, the story keeps moving, but there are other things going on, like playdates, and not just Sakura trying to save the world. Also, if you love Shisui then definitely check this out since he has a huge role and his and Sakura's friendship is just so precious.

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cut the head off the snake - itsthechocopuff || ao3 || T || time travel AU || incomplete

when eighteen-year-old, post-war Sakura is thrown back into her tiny, pre-Academy body, she makes a decision. she'd had a childhood once already, and this time, she's more interested in Not Dying when the inevitable shit hits the proverbial fan. so she will work harder, care less, kill more, and smile when she's done.and hey, if she ends up reviving an extinct nature transformation to attract the most corrupt, power-hungry man from her timeline, all the better for her, right?

Such a unique take on a time travel AU and Cut the Head Off the Snake executes it perfectly. Sakura decides that her first order of business is to infiltrate ROOT and that's exactly what she does. Sai, Shin, and Shisui are all great characters and team Ro is present as well. Very good!

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In Another World - eleventheeggo || ao3 || gen || T || orphan Sakura AU || ongoing

What if Sakura was an orphan instead of Naruto and Sasuke?A story about a socially stunted girl who has a thirst for knowledge and is surrounded by softies who love her all the same.

Orphan!Sakura is not something I knew I needed in my life! She is so precious and it's great to watch all of these characters come together for her sake. In Another World also discusses ROOT a bit, which you know I love, so I can't wait for the story to get there.

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Rooted - theRazorofOccam || ffn || T || gen || canon divergence || incomplete

In a universe where Sakura takes a wrong turn, she misses out on the apprenticeship with Tsunade, instead getting recruited by a very different mentor. Life turns out very differently from there on, as she takes the path of a very different kind of ninja. Updates on weekends, unless otherwise stated.

I can't remember too much, but it occurs during the time skip between og and shippuden. At a loss of what to do after her rejection from Tsunade, Sakura decides to join Danzo's program with hopes of becoming a better shinobi.

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parsley seed goes nine times to the devil - Mook_aron || ao3 || M || gen || root AU || one-shot complete

Slow to grow, quick to sprout, parsley seed goes nine times to the devil When she’s six, a man murders her family. The man is tall, and his features are burned into her mind. She won’t forget him- she won’t let herself forget him. Root Sakura au

Sakura is taken into ROOT at a young age and is assigned a mission to infiltrate team 7. Spoilers ig, but Sakura ends up telling Kakashi and what happens from there is sorta open ended. Great story

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I Watched a Change in You - YuffiesNinjaInsanity || ao3 || unrated || narusaku || time travel AU || ongoing

Naruto’s lying across from her, still bleeding out and with his lifeless blue eyes staring at her.

“It’s’kay, Naru.. be joining… you both soon.” She croaks.

Sakura gets sent back in time to a universe where everything is peaceful? She comes from a place where after Danzo's succession to the Hokage title, everyone is ordered to take up ROOT training and so adjusting back to a normal team proves difficult. Tbh, I found this fic kinda frustrating at times, but it's still pretty good.

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Hang Them Up (To Make Them Bleed) - classical_mess || ao3 || T || gen || root AU || one-shot complete

Sakura always used to think a lot of her career as a ninja, but she never thought she'd up here.

Fairly interesting one-shot where Sakura is recruited by Danzo after getting rejected as Tsunade's student. She spends some time in ROOT and Kiba helps her get out. This is on the moments leading up to Danzo's trial. I also quite liked how Tenten was helping out with the seal.

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Sakura - lilac haze || ffn/ao3 || M || minasaku || time travel AU || complete

AU. Non-Canon. Time Travel. Please see inside for full warnings. Cross posted on Ao3. On his deathbed he was granted eternal peace and place to rest for all of time. Of course that was not appealing to him. Ever unpredictable to the end he had a counter offer. One that the Sage had to consider. In which Sakura's going to have a rough time. A really rough time.

I cannot believe that I forgot to add this fic when I initially published my ROOT list!!! Anyway, really good time travel fic with a doomed romance between Minato and Sakura. You watch them, well, Sakura, grow from a young child to an adult and all of the trouble and tragedy that comes her way. Pretty interesting and dark ROOT stuff going on in here.

Check TWs before hand!!

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Anyway, that's all for now!

[cherry-pop-elf]

TO THE KRAVEN SIMPS EXCITED FOR HIS MOVIE!

And people who just need a Kraven The Hunter run down/Information lore

As a certified Kraven know it all from his comics I am here to help give yall some advice/run down/and how to start your journey into his comics and lore! Well, at least the MAIN Kraven. Damn those comics and their multiverse!

Don’t be shy in asking me questions either, of course until DEC: 13th check my #Belladonna Rambles or #Life Update to see what I mean

Alright let’s start now!

Kravens Last Hunt

YOU MUST READ THIS BOOK

This shit here? PEAK! It as PEAK AS PEAK GETS! You really get to study and analyze what makes Kraven tick, how his family impacted him, and just the over all headspace the master hunter is. Treat this as much of an origin story as anything else. Warning though it gets dark and ENDS Dark. It is BEYOND important you read this. You HAVE to read this. It’s a defining comic story that causes a chain reaction for everything after. If you only read one comic book ever? MAKE IT THIS! If you only read one Kraven comic MAKE IT THIS! I can say how important this comic is. YOU NEED TO READ THIS COMIC

The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl

A great comic series in general, but here we get to also see a story line of Kraven following into a Vigilante hood instead of staying a Villian. There’s a court arce and everything. It’s a far more light hearted story line, with amazing fun that is really enjoyable. It’s also SUPER GOOD for people NEW to comics as a whole! Very light hearted, silly, and impactful. It’ll also help get you familiar with a lot of marvel characters without it being suffocating! You also get some good insight on Kraven from a far more modern and gentler angle. Squirrel Girl is PEAK. You’ll love this I promise

The Amazing Spider-Man # 15

This is his debute, so obviously gotta read that. It surprisingly shows how there’s alot of details that haven’t changed. Such as he still has his half brother. It’s always so cool to see where they started and how they developed now

GET KRAVEN

This is actually a story about one of his KIDS. Alyosha! It’s a really interesting comic as it’s about one of his sons, and said son is a movie producer no less. It’s quite the adventure. It also leads to a good transition to the next topic-!

The Family

Ight so, given how comics are time lines can get messy. Like “Oh this Kraven is THIS kid actually and that Kraven is another time line so-“ Since Kraven is a TITLE more so then a NAME. So lots of stories about ‘Kraven’ are sometimes about his kids in general. Comics can be confusing I know, so imma help you guys with knowing bullet point facts to help keep you grounded. I got you

Sasha

The wife of Kraven. Mother to their (four MAIN) children. Aleksandra She doesn’t really become prevalent until after The Last Hunt. Can’t spoil it but she kinda goes bat shit insane and became a horror beyond measures after the incident. Oh she can be a roller coaster.

Grim

Vladimir is the eldest, and followed his father’s foot steps the closes. Even had a run in with Spider man. Unfortunately he became a victim of his mother’s insanity, and was mercy killed by his father. His father knew this was worse than hell, and wanted to do what an every good father does. Take care of his baby

Alyosha

Second son, and honestly the most wasted. His arc as a Hollywood star is super short and soon he’s just “another Kraven” which is lame. Him being a successful movie producer/actor what have you is honestly rather important, given his uncle is a failed actor. Lots of wasted potential, so I’m shining light on him. He deserves it

Nedrocci

Another victim of “another Kraven” and his role is so small that there isn’t even much detail to begin with. Hence the lack of image. His only real arc is trying to kill his older brother Alyosha and failing. Then his uncle, the chameleon, ended up killing him. Shame. Just another Kraven and meat to grind

Ana

Anastasia, named after his mother, is the baby and daddy’s girl. Also she seems to be the only person writers remember whenever doing some kind of family story for the Kravinoff’s. Writers forget her siblings and keep making throw away characters to be her brothers. Anyway! Like her siblings her major story line doesn’t really started after The Last Hunt. Like I said, that book is KEY to Kraven. She’s very capable and independent and followed her fathers foot steps all the same

Dimitri

Dimitri Smerdyakov is Sergei’s half brother. Like many villains the origin story often gets changed for the time lines but over all his important arc is he’s always trying to impress Sergei. To prove his worth to the Kravinoff name. Even had a moment where he nearly killed iron man, to show he’s the deadlier brother. As you can tell the family is very messy

Calypso

Yeah she’s your stereotypical Voodoo Priestess. Even sacrificed her younger sister for more power. Yeah this didn’t quite age well. She is rather important because she is a love interest or his, but was extremely toxic and abusive. Men can be abused to. She is also someone who was a major factor in the climax of The Last Hunt. She took joy in what happened even. Yeah she’s…..She is an abusive woman that really damaged Kraven. A important note that men can be abused to, and that despite being so big and strong he can very well be a victim to.

Key Facts/Points

His super human abilities come from potions he’s made from herbs. So yall complaining about how he got his super powers in the movie gotta remember comics didn’t have much flavor either. Literally magic potions and voodoo magic. Like come on

His mother died due to mental illness. Aka Took Her Own Life. It’s always kept vague, but it’s made more clear what it was through The Last Hunt and what happened to Kraven

He becomes an Anti-Hero/Vigilante through Squirrel Girl. He goes by the name “Kraven The Hunter of Hunters” like that shit goes hard don’t lie

He’s a Russian immigrant that escaped Russia around the February Revolution. (It varies often but it’s always escaping Russia in a downfall) Aka before the fall of Russia into communism. So he’s OLD old, and has quite the love hate for his roots

He has mental illnesses. Not like just in general. Like it’s not stated but it’s very much implied he’s suffering from extreme depression that lead to suicidal ideations

He is a big game hunter and is highly respectful of nature and its order. He respects nature and it respects him. He believes in a proper fight with animals, and understands they’re important. By proxy that def means he believes in trans rights and LGBTQ+ concepts so slay Ally! Stay mad dude bros ((fun fact. Lionesses have been shown to grow their own manes and take leadership of prides. Lions can literally say “I’m trans now” and do it. So go my children. Give us trans Kraven headcanons!))

He’s one of Spider-Man’s main villains. He’s been in nearly every cartoon there has been, and was a founding member of The Sinister Six. Safe to assume Chameleon replaced him when he took his anti-hero arc

Yes. It was stated he was based on “The Most Dangerous Game” Hence the Russian and x y z. You aren’t crazy for seeing those connections

The Kravinoff name is from a Noble class blood line. Very rich, aristocrats, rich people life. Until Russia’s downfall arc, so Kraven has money. Depending on the plot device of course

He has arachnophobia, which leads to another motivation to kill spider man. Not only is he the ultimate prey, but it’ll also be him concurring his fears

I hope this all helps. Remember, this is just a base line. There are so many versions of him. His videogame counterpart part, Spider Man 2, is very different and has his own arc and story line. Much like how so many comics have different time lines and universes.

But that’s what makes it beautiful and fun. It’s endless frankly Kraven can be whatever YOU want, because in a way it is canon. It’s just simply not spoken, but still true

If you have any questions for like specific Kravens or just advice on how Kraven would act or such don’t be shy and ask. I plan to do a headcanon list soon and get more information out there to help people new to him understand him

Hope this helps! Thank you for reading! Means a-lot you took the time to! Thank you, and have a happy comic book reading!

[saddleups]

hey diva… love your work you’re doing for the james sunderland girlies… we are a rare breed and im loving our representation. also saw you are looking to write for mgs and let me say… i am SO EXCITED RAAAA. would love to see some solid snake x reader during mgs2 smut 🙏 there is so much potential for angst with the whole double identity/fake dying and you slay the hell out of that.

anyway… thank you queen for your service ❤️

★ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 . . . 3.6k

★ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 . . . request , complete. SOLID SNAKE ( DAVID ) X F!READER !! 18+ SMUT MDNI !!

★ 𝐂𝐖 . . . death . grieving/trying to move on . they are kind of mean to each other ? rough/angry sex . slapping p_rn with a little plot !

★ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 . . . omg diva :') i love you for this but i think i need to be sedated. this takes place after he fakes his death but before he helps raiden, if the context even matters ? idk don't ask me about mgs lore i'll start crying lmao

There was always a car parked outside your window, an unremarkable presence that somehow offered comfort—a silent sentinel ensuring your safety. Day after day, it lingered, a fixture of your life, almost as though it were watching over you in his stead. But today, for the first time, someone stepped out. You watched as a man exited the car, hesitated in the driveway, then straightened his coat and approached your porch.

A gentle knock echoed through the stillness, and with dread weighing down each step, you opened the door. The man before you was plain, almost forgettable. He wore a hat that cast shadows over his face, his gaze obscured behind thick glasses he adjusted with shaking fingers. He couldn’t look at you, eyes darting to the floor, as though seeking a way to soften the blow he was about to deliver. But you already knew. You could feel it—a familiar, creeping cold that began in your chest and spread like ice through your limbs.

“Ma’am, I'm sorry but...your fiancé is dead.”

The words were soft, like a whisper from another world, but they hit with brutal force, each syllable closing in around you like a vice. His words crashed against you, and in the hollow silence that followed, all you could hear was David’s voice echoing in your mind. How many times had he warned you, tried to push you away, his face grim and serious, telling you that loving him would come with risks you couldn’t yet fathom? You’d heard him, but you’d never truly listened. You’d been so sure that this wasn’t something you’d ever have to face—that the risk was part of who he was, not of who you were. He had been so insistent, as though trying to prepare you, in his own way, for the life that followed in his shadow.

You thought you could bear the long silences, the days and nights spent wondering where he was and whether he’d make it back to you in one piece. You thought the sacrifices were worth it, believing love could shield you from the reality of his work. But standing here now, with the weight of those words still settling over you, you finally understood the depth of the danger you’d dismissed, the gravity he’d tried so hard to make you see.

The world outside dulled into a low hum, and inside, the air thickened, pressing in from all sides. Your knees trembled as the walls seemed to close in around you. But before you could collapse, the man’s hands reached out to steady you, grounding you just enough to keep you on your feet.

"He was a hero."

Of course he was.

Time moved on around you, indifferent to the hollow ache in your chest. The seasons changed, the leaves turning, falling, and growing back again, but you hadn’t let him go. His side of the bed was always untouched, pillows fluffed and blankets smoothed, as though he’d walk in any moment, casting off his jacket and boots, filling the space with his warmth.

His clothes remained in the closet, his razor and toothbrush undisturbed in the bathroom. To you, it felt as if the world might have forgotten him, but you couldn’t, and even though your mother insisted it was time, you couldn’t bring yourself to remove your ring. To you, he was still yours, no matter what anyone else believed.

Eventually, at your mother’s urging and your friends’ encouragement, you tried to pick up the pieces. It wasn’t easy, but little by little, you let yourself imagine a future—one that didn’t hurt as much as the memories you held onto.

Tonight, after months of emptiness, you had finally agreed to a date. He was nice, polite, everything you might’ve wanted if you’d met him in another life, under different circumstances. And even though you’d forced yourself to smile and engage, trying to find a spark of something, your heart was still somewhere else, tangled up with someone who wasn’t coming back.

As he walked you to your porch, your date paused, his gaze lingering a bit too long, that expectant look in his eyes clear as he offered to stay the night. You hesitated, your hand on the doorknob, and smiled apologetically, murmuring a gentle, “Not tonight.” You leaned in to kiss him softly, hoping he’d take it for what it was—a polite goodnight and nothing more. He accepted it, albeit with a disappointed smile, and waved as he headed back down the steps.

Part of you wished he didn't. You couldn't help but to feel guilty, but it'd been so long since you felt the touch of another man. The sensation of feeling ravished, relentlessly. "I'm acting like a bitch in a heat." You muttered to yourself as you unlocked the door and stepped inside. The familiar quiet settling around you, a calm you hadn’t been able to recreate with anyone else. But then you froze, feeling a presence in the room.

There, sitting at the edge of the couch, looking like he’d just walked out of one of your dreams—or nightmares—was David. He watched you, a small, almost sheepish smile playing on his lips, and your heart slammed into your ribs. He looked tired, his clothes worn, his hair a bit longer than usual. And he was unmistakably, undeniably alive.

He raised an eyebrow, his expression hovering somewhere between amused and wounded. “So… nice date?”

As you stared, struggling to process the sight of him sitting there like a ghost brought to life, David’s hand shifted, revealing something small and gleaming between his fingers. Your engagement ring. The one you’d left tucked in a drawer after trying to let him go. He turned it idly in his hand, the light catching on the band as he ran his thumb over the smooth metal, almost absently. It was like he was testing the weight of it, feeling its significance without quite understanding it.

It was odd seeing David have such an attachment to it. He never wore his own, swore it was for your safety. Nobody could know that The Solid Snake had a tether to the earth, they'd kill you for it. It never bothered you much, especially after his assumed death you dramatically convinced yourself that, perhaps, your own death would've been kinder.

He shrugged, a small, almost cocky smile playing on his lips, and he held the ring up with a casual flick. “Didn’t expect to see you… moving on so fast.” He tried for humor, his tone light, almost teasing. “Guess I can’t blame you for needing a warm body around. You must’ve missed me.”

Seeing him holding that ring, the very symbol of the life and love you’d mourned, felt like a slap in itself. You took a shaky breath, heart pounding as the reality of it—the casualness, the nerve—sank in. Your shock turned to anger, and you clenched your fists at your sides.

Noticing your demeanor, David stepped closer. He reached out his hand and the anger that had been simmering finally erupted. Before he could touch you, your hand shot out, slapping him hard across the face. The sound echoed through the room, the sharpness of it as raw as the pain he’d left you with. His head snapped to the side, and he froze, his cheek reddening where you’d struck him.

You took a shaky breath, every part of you shaking with the tension you’d held back for so long. “Do you think this is a fucking joke?”

His smile faltered, his expression shifting as he took in the fury in your eyes. “I… Look, it was part of the mission,” he said, a hint of guilt creeping into his tone. “I thought it’d be easier if—”

“If you let me think you were dead?” you cut him off, voice rising. “Do you have any idea what I’ve been through? What it’s like to believe I lost you for good?”

David’s face fell, the weight of your words finally settling in. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I thought you’d… be okay.”

You shook your head, tears stinging your eyes as everything poured out. “Do you know what it’s been like, David? Trying to live without you? I thought I’d lost you forever. I went on a date tonight because I thought I had to let you go!” Your voice cracked. “And now you’re just… sitting here, like it’s nothing?”

For a moment, he was silent, his expression growing somber. Then, quietly, he reached out a hand to you, regret darkening his gaze. “I didn’t understand how much it would hurt you, baby. I was wrong. And I’m sorry.”

“Fuck you,” you whispered, barely holding yourself together. “You left me to grieve you. To go through all of that alone. And now you’re just here, acting like it’s no big deal?”

David lowered his head, his voice barely audible. “I’m sorry. I thought I was doing the right thing, but… I see now how wrong I was.”

The anger ebbed, replaced by the pain of everything you’d carried alone, and you couldn’t stop yourself from stepping closer, needing to feel him, to know he was real. His hand reached up to cradle your cheek, and he pulled you into his arms, his voice thick with regret as he murmured, “I’m here now. For good. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, if you’ll let me.”

You wanted to stay mad, to push him away—but you couldn’t. His arms around you, his warmth and heartbeat steady against yours, brought a sense of calm you hadn’t felt in so long. For now, you let yourself sink into him, allowing the anger and grief to fade, if only for a moment.

You're such a fool for him.

David kissed the corner of your lip. His hands find their place on your hips. His warmth envelops you, steady and familiar, as if he could melt all the time and distance that had separated you.

His lips capture yours completely, a slow, lingering kiss that feels like a claim, pulling you deeper into the moment, grounding you in his touch.

He pulls back just enough to brush his nose against yours, a faint, teasing smile curving his lips. “You had wine?”

You shiver, his breath warm against your cheek, the scent of him intoxicating. “A little,” you admit, barely a whisper.

“Expensive?” he murmurs, his fingers tracing a gentle line along your jaw, sparking tingles that send a thrill through you.

You nod, biting your lip. “Yeah. He went all out for me.”

David lets out a low, amused chuckle, his hand slipping to the small of your back, pulling you closer. “God… and you didn’t even put out?”

You can feel his heart beating against yours, the intensity in his gaze holding you captive. “Because,” you say softly, voice catching as you press your forehead to his, “I missed you.”

“Tell me what you missed most,” he murmurs, his voice a low, teasing drawl as his fingers brush along your waist, his touch both familiar and electrifying.

You open your mouth to answer, the words on the tip of your tongue. “Your coc—” But you catch yourself, cheeks warming as you meet his gaze.

A flicker of amusement dances in his eyes as he leans in, his breath warm against your ear. “Go on…”

You let out a frustrated sigh, trying to steady yourself, to hold onto even a sliver of your anger. “I’m supposed to be mad at you, asshole.”

David chuckles, his thumb grazing your cheek. “I know,” he whispers, his voice soft but unrepentant. “But tell me anyway.”

His lips press against yours once more, filled with urgency and longing. David's strong arms lift you effortlessly and your fingers instinctively wrap around his neck, seeking comfort and security. It feels like a fairy tale as he leads you to the bedroom that was once shared between you both.

With care, he sets you down on the soft mattress, and your hands trace the contours of his back, cherishing every touch as if trying to imprint it in your memory. You have to remind yourself that this is real, that he is here with you now. The scent of his cologne fills the room and adds to the atmosphere of passion and longing, it’d been too long.

His lips press hard against your neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses that ignite your skin. You can feel the familiar heat radiating off of him and it's almost impossible to resist. "Tell me what you missed," he demands again, his voice dripping with eagerness. He needs to hear it, to know that he still has this hold on you.

You furrow your brows, trying to maintain some semblance of anger as his hands roam freely over your body, disregarding any barriers. But when he whispers in your ear, all thoughts of resistance disappear.

"I missed your cock," you confess brazenly, feeling a rush of arousal at the thought of him buried inside you.

David responds by thrusting his hips against your clothed slit, causing you both to moan in unison. He leans back slightly and groans into your mouth, unable to contain his pleasure at hearing your admission. You reach for his hand and bring it to your face, hungrily licking and nipping at his fingers before taking them into your mouth.

"Did you miss me?" you ask seductively, locking eyes with him. "Did you spend countless nights jerking off thinking of me?" With a devilish grin, you dart your tongue out and trace it along his palm and between his fingers before sucking two of them into your mouth. A fire ignited in you both, parting for air you taunted, “David, you came in this hand didn’t you?” Your saliva is coated between his fingers, “and you wished it was inside my cunt.”

You glare up at him, daring him to say something, to try to justify what he’s put you through. He’d never seen you so forward, he found enjoyment in being the dominant one. His libido getting the better of him, he blamed it on being a man. David doesn’t speak. Instead, he leans down, his lips brushing against yours in a rough, demanding kiss.

"What about you?" He growls, his grip tightening on your hips as he thrusts into you relentlessly.

"Did you finger fuck yourself?" He sneers, each thrust hitting deeper and harder. "With the showerhead? Or did you buy a fake cock to fuck?"

His hands wrap around your throat, choking off your breath. "Why didn't you fuck him?" He demands, his voice dripping with jealousy and possessiveness.

"Your date, or anyone else. Did you know deep down that no one else could stretch your cunt like I can?" His words are filled with rage mixed with betrayal, fueling his rough movements as he claims you.

You can’t let him make you come like this. Clothed, like a bitch in a fucking heat. The second you feel his body shudder above yours, you take advantage of his weakened state. With all your might, you push forward to sit upright. The shift in position, the sudden display of power causes David's eyes to widen.

"On your back, Snake." It isn't a request, it's a demand. And like the loyal dog he is, he quietly obeyed.

Straddling his hips, David's erection is pressed firmly against your core. The dry humping session leaving both of you soaked. You're fine like this. It isn't ideal but, you can easily come with the sensation of his cock against your clit and then leave them him there to fend for himself. But for David? He bit his lip to stifle a whimper. He desperately craved for his release.

"How dare you?" You ask, voice still frayed with anger. With an open palm, you slap him again. A silence washed over you both, David grasped your wrist and kisses the same palm you slapped him with. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled into your hand.

Snatching your hand back, you dismount from his lap to kneel on the bed. Unhooking the straps of your dress revealing your bra, you taunt him. “Maybe I should just leave you here and head out for a real man.” You could feel his cock twitch. The clasp of your bra is now undone and you present him your hardened buds. “For a man who won’t lie to me.”

“No! Baby please.” David begged, “I’m sorry—” he repeated. He straightened his posture, sitting up right to face you. Defeated and pathetically aroused, he exhaled another apology. "Let me make it up to you." His voice was desperate, his cock harder than ever. "I can't take it anymore." He pleaded, gripping his dick in a show of desperation. "I need you so fucking bad."

Impulsively, you press your lips to his in a heated kiss. "Don't make love to me," you command breathlessly, "fuck me." You kiss him again, this time softer, before lifting your dress over your head and tossing it aside without a care. David follows suit, undressing himself in a swift motion. The two of you are naked before each other, locking eyes with an intense flame burning between you. Gathering your courage, you confess to him, "I want you to fuck me, hard.

David lies back on the bed, pulling you on top of him. "Then be a good girl and come get it," he growls in response.

His cock is rigid against your stomach and you run your hands up his chest, feeling the defined muscles beneath his skin. David teases your slick opening with the tip of his cock before sliding into you with a powerful thrust. The sensation of his coarse pubic hair brushing against your sensitive skin sends shivers down your spine and elicits a gasp from your lips. David grunts in response, the sound sending waves of desire through you.

Starting off slow, David stretches your tightness as he moves in and out of you. With each thrust, he slaps your ass hard, leaving red handprints behind. The combination of pleasure and pain has you whimpering and gasping for more. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you bite down on your lip to stifle your screams as ecstasy courses through every inch of your body.

"Fuck...you feel so good," David groans, his voice raw with desire. "Tell me how badly you need this dick." His dirty talk only fuels the flames of passion within you and you throw your head back. Mouth agape, you’re moaning loudly as he reaches between your bodies to rub circles on your throbbing clit.

"Please...I need it so bad," you whimper, unable to hold back your desperate need for him. Your body trembles and pulses around him as he continues to thrust into you with a fierce hunger, filling you up and satisfying your every wish.

His eyes spark with a mischievous gleam, "Say my name," he commands.

Feeling shy, you look at him and stutter, "David?"

He clicks his tongue in disapproval.

Suddenly, it hits you. "Snake," you moan in ecstasy.

Gripping your hips, David flips you over onto your stomach without taking his cock out. Your cries of surprise turn into moans of ecstasy as he slams himself back inside you without warning. Grabbing your hips roughly, he angled your body to hit that sweet spot deep within you, making you see stars. His grip on your hips bruises your skin but all you can focus on is the way he pounds into you like a man possessed by a primal need only you can fulfill.

"Is this how you want it?" he growls in your ear as he grinds his hips against yours with a feral intensity. Each impact makes the bed frame creak with your passionate movements, banging against the headboard.

"Yes! More Snake...harder!" You beg for more, arching your back to meet his powerful thrusts. David's balls slapped against your ass cheeks with each brutal thrust, and before long, his heavy breathing and the wet slap of your bodies colliding are the only sounds filling the room.

David's grip on your hips tightens even more, fingers digging into your skin as he fucks you harder and faster, pushing you to the edge of the abyss. Your face is buried in the sheets, gripping on them for dear life. Wet walls squelch and clench around him, words are incomprehensible. “S-Snake, fu-fuck!” It’s caught in your throat, until you release. Your orgasm coming at you fast, hard and unforgiving. “Oh my f-fucking god. Yes!”

"I...I'm... oh God," David pants, his face contorted with pleasure and pain. "I'm going to—" but before he could finish his sentence, his hot, sticky cum spurts inside you, covering both of you in a sticky sheen. He exhales sharply, collapsing back onto the bed spent.

You both lay there panting heavily, trying to catch your breaths as the heat between you cooled. David caresses your cheek lovingly as he whispers apologies in your ear. "I'm sorry for keeping secrets from you... I won't ever do it again... I promise."

The weight of David’s words hung in the air. You turned to face him, chest rising and falling rhythmically as you met his gaze. The hazel of his eyes softened, revealing a rare sliver of vulnerability. His hand, warm and tender against your skin, gently brushes away a stray lock of hair from your forehead. You shifted closer to him, curling into his side and burying your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent mingled with sweat and sweat-soaked sheets.

“We can talk about it in the morning.”

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Can I please order the mango pancakes?

I just want Reader teaching Hǎitāo how to ride him. Lots of teasing but also reassurance and praise please!

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you teach your typically confident boyfriend how to ride you

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“Telling me a cocky bastard like you hasn’t ridden dick before?”

The swat to your black tshirt makes you chuckle. Maroon eyes that typically shone with ego to compliment his general air of confidence now shimmer with a foreign tepidness. Certainly not an unwelcomed one. It stirred humour in your soul to see how pathetically your boyfriend looked at you. All helpless in your lap with the dim light of the idle television that has him backlit.

“Are you going to keep running your mouth like a ghoul or - ah,” Hǎitāo’s words lilt into a whine. Your fingers cut his rudeness right off with a reminder of their presence. Quick and tempered thrusts against that one spot. The swirl of your digits and the slow massage into the bundle of nerves sends his back into a pretty arch.

You bite on your smile and tilt your head with that shit-eating grin he usually adorns. The muscles along your fingers flex as they effortlessly piston up into his clenching hole. They withdraw with a small pop! and you instead circle your lube-lathered fingers around his rim.

While you will not be able to see it in its full glory, the idea of how he’ll stretch and clench so beautifully around your awaiting cock sends a thrum through the veins. As much as you would love to finger-fuck him all night long and behold those dollish tears in the corners of his eye. . . your dick weeps its own tears to split him open.

Such a needy thing you are in your own right.

“You should watch your mouth pretty boy. ‘les you want it to occupy my dick instead?” His moans of protest flow through the room while your fingers punctuate with rough pumps at an angle you know will have him cross-eyed soon enough. You lean into the grey leather of the sofa to get a better view. “Awww but you don’t want that right? Y’wanna ride my dick like a good boy.”

Your other thumb reaches to circle his cherry-tip. The callouses of your print roughly drag along his slit and you can only chuckle at the spurt that coats it in no time. As though his poor dick is crying for you to give him yours. To bounce him on your lap like a ragdoll.

Who are you to deny?

His black trousers graze down his pale skin in the matter of seconds. Hǎitāo’s yelp turns into another whine at the swift spank to his ass. The way you grab at the fat of it and grip tight. Grind him down to your awaiting bulge.

“You want this baby?”

“Y-Yes for fuu-ah-cks sakes -”

The click of your tongue joins the clink of your belt. It takes only a few shuffles of fabric and the noiseless static of the tv until you are there. Cock standing proud and ready to split your boyfriend open as you always do.

As if on cue, Hǎitāo’s hips steer downwards. Like a man starved. Eager for its weekly-dose of stretching and cumming. Alas your hands lock on him like restraints. He is baffled by the cruelty of them - as though they are guards keeping him from his beloved! How dare.

“You’re being a prick.” The dryness of his voice is quite the contrast to the slickness of lube and precum. You take no offense to his gritted teeth and only swat his thigh. Despite his clearly frustrated tone, you answer back in a gentleness that soothes the flames of his desire.

“Easy baby. . . I don’t want you to get hurt.”

The small of his back becomes a resting place for your fingers. They stroke slowly while your free hand grips at the softness of his hip. The last thing you wish is to bring him pain halfway through. Have to stop when you’re both on the brink of mindless release so that he can gulp down his scoliosis meds.

While his need is great and his walls are begging to have you pound them silly, he relents. Allows you to ease him down and tenderly spread his ass open for your tip. As though you were prepping him first-time-yoga session rather than about-to-rearrange-his-guts.

Nevertheless, his head falls onto your shoulder with hushed moans. The feel of you filling him up has always been something he is addicted to. The darkness of the room consumes him just as the pleasure does - and he can all but sigh blissfully as you languidly ease him down.

The pulse of his walls do little to aid your restraint. What is restraint when faced with his insatiable ass? You know no definition. Not when your balls finally hilt to his soft cheeks. Not when he’s panting into your neck with kisses to soothe his own pleasure. It’s as if he wants you to shove him over the arm of the sofa and fuck him wild rather than teach him how to ride. Surely he knows what he does to you, right?

“Fuuckk baby, how am I s’possed to teach you when you’re this tight?” You give a few shallow thrusts to emphasize. If he squeezes around you one more time you are not sure how long you’ll last. So you brace yourself on his soft thighs with fingers buried in to hold yourself togther.

“Who’s th-the impatient - hah- one now?”

Brat.

The deep groan that rumbles in your throat will be the only way to sate the growing urge in your cock. To fuck him quiet.

Instead you tut. “Be nice.” Palms flatten over his pale flesh and your back meets the sofa as you lean back further. Your hips steady a small grind up. Once, twice, just to loosen him up a bit. Before you ease yourself into the grey leather and give a small nod of your head.

“Now. . . gonna move your hips down like - this -” the rhythm that your hands set on his hips is one his skillfully follow. For a moment you want to call him a liar with the way he rolls his hips down into yours so well. The slow, tantalizing rocks that leave you breathless. Like he’s trying to make you sing prayers to his name. “Yeah - that’s it. . . ‘atta boy.”

You aid with the first few pumps against his ass. Only because you enjoy the soft plap plap plap that fills the living room. It will engrave itself into the walls. So that whenever sit in this very seat, you’ll remember this pretty little thing in your lap.

It won’t take long for your hands to move on to other matters once he has a hang of it. The rock of his hips links with his soft hiccups and gasps. Your palms itch to make him moan and so distract themselves with the hem of his white shirt. Fingers bully their way into the fabric and roll them up over his chest. So that you can behold his nipples that perk so sweetly.

Your mouth joins the mix. You are all tongue, pinches and licks once you are on his chest. The sparks of pleasure well in his tummy and motivate him to buck down a bit faster. The sofa greets the quicker movement with a whining of its own.

“Eager thing,” you gulp a groan. Your tongue is far too busy swirling around his right nipple to negate his pace while your fingers tweak at his left. “Yeah. . . just like that pretty boy. Doing s’well for me. Fuck.”

At last Hǎitāo moans. It sounds like heaven to your ears. Your hips race to worship. The claps of his skin create a symphony to your joined moans and groans. Every heavy smack of your balls against his has him clenching around your cock. It thrums through the veins and sends your grunts along his slick nipples.

“M-Mngh - ah- god that’s good.” His slurs to your ear are only hightened with moans as his body follows yours as though it’s a competition. Hips clap down on your own and his skin slides against yours in the most sensual way. Most sinful of ways.

Oh you wish you could see it. See the way your cock is making its home within his tight walls. How his bounces squirt the slick of lube and precum out. The lewd sight that would soon have you nutting before him. Alas you would rather fuck a few rounds of cum out of him before you even dream of releasing yourself.

“Yeaah, feel good? Feels good riding me huh pretty boy? Taking it like you’re the best?”

He kisses at your grin. Your tongue shoots into his mouth so that you swap spit and clutch at one another with a growing desperation. You know this frequency of moans and whines. The sudden sloppiness of his bounces as he kisses you so needily.

If not that - then the way his head throws back after he shimmied his way down all the way to your hilt. The rough, mindless swirls of his hips that glue your eyes to the scene below. You’ll have to choose - watch his poor dick squirt in the next for seconds or the way his face will twist with pleasure.

“C-Cumming - ‘m cummin-!” He cries. Seems you settle for both.

The spurt of his cum delights your vision and you have to force your gaze up to his face. Just in time to witness the roll of his maroon eyes. Oh they cross so beautifully. You simply have to snatch up his waist and fuck into him rapidly. Have that small whine turn into an ‘ah-ah-ah!’

“B-Baby please - hngh,” his hands clap down onto your shoulders. Fist at your shirt as his head tips forward and he moans at the endless rocking. The rough bounces and smacks of skin that shoot him closer to a second orgasm within the matter of minutes.

You can only grin. Reach up and cup his face as though you are so sorry for what you are doing to him. He knows better by the shine in your eyes. The lowness to your voice.

“Told you I was gonna teach you to ride, right?” You grunt through a cruel, breathless laugh. Hips not letting up for even a second.

“Well class’ still in session. Sorry gorgeous boy. Bounce that pretty ass.”

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Since yall loved my other post and I might as well lore dump and introduce my ocs

elmur is a 19 year old who was born with a curse that gives him the ability to see beings that normal naked eye can’t see. These other beings include monsters and ghosts. He grew up with azazel and yuria and they became like his own parental figures, since he didn’t have the best guardian when he was growing up. though it’s hard for him to make decisions between the two since polar opposites opposite. Yuria being more laid back and azazel being more stern and serious. But he always has his uncle Dean to be the (well the only good human figure in his life ) elmur is super chill, and he’s also kinda dumb but I love him idk, (also no one can see these creatures other than him)

Yuria is a . Well was a semi famous solo singer that was murdered in the 1980 by a fan on her wedding day. But instead of doing the usual “haunting and being sad all the time”. She takes the opportunity to have fun with her predicament, especially when death (grim reaper or death in general) is waiting for her to move on. She’s semi friends azazel but often gets into shenanigans with him due to their polar personalities. She is very chaotic, but she’s also kind of sassy. I love her. I love my wife. I’m so glad that other people love my wife. Oh and she’s also pen pals with Dean.

Azazel is a being that is known as the outsider which is a monster that is exist in the outside plane, which is where most of the monsters that Elmer can see. It’s a combination of what we see. Basically monsters that just appeared but can’t be seen. They tend to copy humans mannerisms but not all of them are friendly . Azazel is one of those friendly monsters that had basically adopted elmur. He originally knew elmurs grandmother who had unfortunately passed. So taking care of Elmer is like a justice to her. he’s a stickler for the rules and sometimes he doesn’t realize that he’s being too serious with elmur. He’s not really used to it. He’s /srs most of the time, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t pissy (think of the narrator from Stanley parable)

Dean is Elmer’s uncle and he already has a lot of personal issues and like Elmur he didn’t have the best life either. He drinks a lot but he also doesn’t want his past to define who he is now. Hes a Divorced police officer and he lives his nephew elmur and his son Travis (and some extra company) Dean is aware of Elmer’s “friends” but he’s supportive of it and doesn’t like to judge or shame elmur. Despite being divorced he’s on friendly terms with his ex wife and they still talk. But Dean is mainly alone when it comes to a social life, which is why he’s been getting random letters in mail from a secretive pen pal. Let’s say on the side of yuria chaotic energy and azazels serious and /srs manner, he’s in between I didn’t be careful someone who is confused about what they want can become confused about what you’re worth

Yeah so those are my bbs

If you have any questions feel free to ask or if you wanna draw my ocs ur absolutely allowed

I love ya