#but if yours is like that then youre going to want to de-seed it obviously

[not-terezi-pyrope]

Often when I post an AI-neutral or AI-positive take on an anti-AI post I get blocked, so I wanted to make my own post to share my thoughts on "Nightshade", the new adversarial data poisoning attack that the Glaze people have come out with.

I've read the paper and here are my takeaways:

Firstly, this is not necessarily or primarily a tool for artists to "coat" their images like Glaze; in fact, Nightshade works best when applied to sort of carefully selected "archetypal" images, ideally ones that were already generated using generative AI using a prompt for the generic concept to be attacked (which is what the authors did in their paper). Also, the image has to be explicitly paired with a specific text caption optimized to have the most impact, which would make it pretty annoying for individual artists to deploy.

While the intent of Nightshade is to have maximum impact with minimal data poisoning, in order to attack a large model there would have to be many thousands of samples in the training data. Obviously if you have a webpage that you created specifically to host a massive gallery poisoned images, that can be fairly easily blacklisted, so you'd have to have a lot of patience and resources in order to hide these enough so they proliferate into the training datasets of major models.

The main use case for this as suggested by the authors is to protect specific copyrights. The example they use is that of Disney specifically releasing a lot of poisoned images of Mickey Mouse to prevent people generating art of him. As a large company like Disney would be more likely to have the resources to seed Nightshade images at scale, this sounds like the most plausible large scale use case for me, even if web artists could crowdsource some sort of similar generic campaign.

Either way, the optimal use case of "large organization repeatedly using generative AI models to create images, then running through another resource heavy AI model to corrupt them, then hiding them on the open web, to protect specific concepts and copyrights" doesn't sound like the big win for freedom of expression that people are going to pretend it is. This is the case for a lot of discussion around AI and I wish people would stop flagwaving for corporate copyright protections, but whatever.

The panic about AI resource use in terms of power/water is mostly bunk (AI training is done once per large model, and in terms of industrial production processes, using a single airliner flight's worth of carbon output for an industrial model that can then be used indefinitely to do useful work seems like a small fry in comparison to all the other nonsense that humanity wastes power on). However, given that deploying this at scale would be a huge compute sink, it's ironic to see anti-AI activists for that is a talking point hyping this up so much.

In terms of actual attack effectiveness; like Glaze, this once again relies on analysis of the feature space of current public models such as Stable Diffusion. This means that effectiveness is reduced on other models with differing architectures and training sets. However, also like Glaze, it looks like the overall "world feature space" that generative models fit to is generalisable enough that this attack will work across models.

That means that if this does get deployed at scale, it could definitely fuck with a lot of current systems. That said, once again, it'd likely have a bigger effect on indie and open source generation projects than the massive corporate monoliths who are probably working to secure proprietary data sets, like I believe Adobe Firefly did. I don't like how these attacks concentrate the power up.

The generalisation of the attack doesn't mean that this can't be defended against, but it does mean that you'd likely need to invest in bespoke measures; e.g. specifically training a detector on a large dataset of Nightshade poison in order to filter them out, spending more time and labour curating your input dataset, or designing radically different architectures that don't produce a comparably similar virtual feature space. I.e. the effect of this being used at scale wouldn't eliminate "AI art", but it could potentially cause a headache for people all around and limit accessibility for hobbyists (although presumably curated datasets would trickle down eventually).

All in all a bit of a dick move that will make things harder for people in general, but I suppose that's the point, and what people who want to deploy this at scale are aiming for. I suppose with public data scraping that sort of thing is fair game I guess.

Additionally, since making my first reply I've had a look at their website:

Used responsibly, Nightshade can help deter model trainers who disregard copyrights, opt-out lists, and do-not-scrape/robots.txt directives. It does not rely on the kindness of model trainers, but instead associates a small incremental price on each piece of data scraped and trained without authorization. Nightshade's goal is not to break models, but to increase the cost of training on unlicensed data, such that licensing images from their creators becomes a viable alternative.

Once again we see that the intended impact of Nightshade is not to eliminate generative AI but to make it infeasible for models to be created and trained by without a corporate money-bag to pay licensing fees for guaranteed clean data. I generally feel that this focuses power upwards and is overall a bad move. If anything, this sort of model, where only large corporations can create and control AI tools, will do nothing to help counter the economic displacement without worker protection that is the real issue with AI systems deployment, but will exacerbate the problem of the benefits of those systems being more constrained to said large corporations.

Kinda sucks how that gets pushed through by lying to small artists about the importance of copyright law for their own small-scale works (ignoring the fact that processing derived metadata from web images is pretty damn clearly a fair use application).

[chrisevansonly]

𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏 | 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒄

☁︎ charles leclerc x female reader

☁︎ there is nothing better than carving pumpkins with your husband and your little girl

☁︎ no warnings just very sweet dad! charles content ahead<3

☁︎ i’m really excited for this, i love dad!charles so much you guys have no idea..i love this fall celebration fic idea idk why i didn’t do it before…

Across the table lay a sheet of fabric to protect the delicate cherrywood underneath from the pumpkin seeds and goop that was about to take up the space. You and Charles had taken your daughter Alia out to get some pumpkins to carve for Halloween. Of course, you had to take a little road trip to find only the best according to your husband, Alia had the time of her life that day.

“Maman is it almost ready!” your little girl shouted from the top of the stairs

“Alia, qu'avons-nous dit sur le fait de crier à l'intérieur”

Charles voice could be heard from the kitchen as little footsteps descended down the stairs, a shy smile on her face

“Qu'il est trop bruyant à l'intérieur…”

You smiled turning to see your daughter coming over to you, Charles leaning down to press a kiss to her head

“Oui c’est ça mon ange”

“To answer your question princess it’s ready now, do you want to pick your pumpkin?”

Alia’s face lit up as she nodded, carefully studying the three big pumpkins in front of her

“The middle please! So I can be between papa and you maman!”

It never failed to make your heart soar at just how much Alia loved both you and Charles, she constantly wanted to do things with the two of you.

“The middle one is yours then my love, Papa can help you clean out your pumpkin too if you’d like”

The little girl nodded, getting up onto her stool so she stood higher so she could reach everything she needed. Charles carved the top off of her pumpkin with a knife, knowing it was too sharp for her to grab

“So do you have your spoon bébé?”

“Oui papa! Can I start?!”

He laughed

“Yes, go ahead”

The three of you began to scoop out your pumpkins, Alia obviously asking for her dad’s or your help when her arms got tired, which seemed to be more often than not. Once they’d been cleaned out, you helped her trace the face she wanted to carve, her eyes watching you carefully, in awe of the soon to be carved pumpkin.

“Papa comment ça s'appelle déjà?”

“C'est un jack-o-lantern mon amour”

She furrowed her brows looking up at her

“Mais pourquoi?”

A smile tugged at your lips at your daughter’s curiosity, she always wanted to know the what, the why and the how, Charles says she takes on after you.

“Pourquoi ne pas demander à ta maman?”

“Maman?”

Alia turned to look at you, a soft smile on her face

“Yes baby?”

“Why is it called a jack-o-lantern…?”

You pressed a kiss to her cheeks before thinking for a moment

“I think because it reminds people of a lantern…you know when Papa lights a candle sometimes and the light flickers?”

She nods

“Well I think it reminds people of that..”

“Oh okay maman!”

Alia was quiet for the next while as Charles helped her carve out the shapes she’d asked you to draw in the pumpkin. His was already complete as was yours, both of you going with a traditional triangle eyes and smiley shaped mouth. Honestly you’d argue this was some of your best work to date.

While Alia was busy admiring the now finished pumpkin she had Charles came over pressing a kiss to your cheek

“We’re pretty good no?”

You leaned into his touch

“I think so, some of our best I’d say” you replied to which your husband was quick to agree too.

“Do you think she’s going to ask us to get more..?”

In hindsight maybe you should have picked up more than three pumpkins, this activity seemed to enrapture your little girl, and knowing her, she’d want to keep carving as much as she could.

“Well I might have picked up some extra…they’re out in the backyard”

You tilted your head enough to look at him, a gentle smile on his face

“You think of everything don’t you baby?”

“I just always think of my girls…knew Alia might want to make another one”

Leaning up to kiss him you sighed happily

“Worlds best husband and dad award goes to you, as always Char”

Before Charles could answer you Alia let out a few giggles

“Look at Papa’s pumpkin! It’s so funny!”

Charles feigned hurt

“Hey, it doesn’t look funny!”

“Yes Papa! It looks so funny!”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly along with your daughter as she poked at her father’s pumpkin. When stopped laughing she looked between the two of you, her eyes filled with joy

“Peut-on les allumer maintenant?”

This time you nodded, fixing her hair a little bit

“Oui, allez, petite citrouille, papa apportera les allumettes.”

As she took off towards the front door, you and Charles brought the pumpkins over, happy to get some time to spend all together as a family, especially with Charles being away at races or having other obligations with his sponsors. You had each other, and of course your little pumpkin herself, who now would want to carve as many pumpkins as her arms could handle.

Who were you and Charles to stop her, even if you two ended up being the ones who did most of the work.

translations:

Alia, qu'avons-nous dit sur le fait de crier à l'intérieur: Alia, what did we say about shouting inside?

Qu'il est trop bruyant à l'intérieur: that it’s too noisy inside

Oui c’est ça mon ange: yes it is my angel

Papa comment ça s'appelle déjà?: dad, what is it called again?

C'est un jack-o-lantern mon amour: it’s a jack-o-lantern my love

Mais pourquoi?: but why?

Pourquoi ne pas demander à ta maman?: Why don’t your ask your mother

Peut-on les allumer maintenant?: can we light them now?

Oui, allez, petite citrouille, papa apportera les allumettes: yes come on little pumpkin, daddy will bring the matches

[darling-wendy]

they made each other fathers

This has been staring us right in the face the entire time, but it's only just registering to me that Kazuki defaulted to "Rei-papa" when he could've easily just said "Rei-niichan" or "Rei-ojisan" or "Rei-san", some other form of honorific. A four year old is aware of the concept of an uncle, he could've gone with that to begin with. It's very interesting that Kazuki instinctively reached for the one honorific that tacitly implies a relationship between him and Rei. Like, somewhere in the back of his mind he said 'Well, if I'm her pretend dad then Rei, as my partner (and it's also interesting that the first time we first see him use the term, it's the ambiguous English loan word rather than either of the two Japanese equivalents), is obviously also her pretend dad'.

And, honestly, Kazuki doing this seems to kinda low-key incept Miri into viewing Rei as her second papa lol.

She was told by her mother that she had a Papa, singular, and that she was going to meet him at the Varint Hotel. Kazuki presented himself as such, and in the specific context of rescuing her, which is something that Misaki seems to have have told her is what a Papa does.

(The expression on her face and her hand gesture and the way she says this sounds like she's repeating something a trusted adult told her rather than something she came up with herself imo)

So, case closed. But then! her papa tells her to go play with this other guy, who is apparently also her papa? He says he isn't, but the seed has been planted, and it sprouts up later.

Kazuki is berating Rei for not just telling the neighbourhood watch guy that he was her dad, and Miri takes notice. Rei once again denies being her dad, but the idea seems to have stuck for her.

Look at her hurt little face after she heard Rei outright deny being not just her father but also some other sort of family member. She's attached to Rei. She wanted to eat breakfast with him and later wants to sleep next to him. And I'm sure at least some of that is having had him introduced to her as another parent. Fortunately, it works out in the end.

(The voice Kazuki uses here kills me softly. There is genuinely no heterosexual explanation for it lmao.)

('All according to keikaku')

Don't look so smug, Kazuki. Aside from taking Miri into your shared home in the first place, you put the idea of 'Rei-papa' into her head.

So, within Rei's overall arc of changing to become a suitable parent, there's this first mini arc of him accepting identifying as her papa, and it's partially instigated by Kazuki. On Kazuki's end, he doesn't struggle with the label (despite and/or because of his past? Kazuki, you are fascinating), but he has his own unique arc around it.

Part of the reason that Kazuki is so fascinating to me is that he's very straightforward but also he masks as readily as he breathes. Rei isn't as demonstrative or expressive, but he doesn't really hide what he's thinking or how he's feeling. Rei's arc with becoming a father is pretty linear; he first denies then accepts being Miri's papa, he gets a bit involved with raising her, he learns the lesson of how he's not doing enough and needs to step up, then he gets more involved and becomes more confident, culminating in him declaring his desire to be her father in an outright permanent way and he continues growing after the main timeline wraps. His failings are mostly due to having no idea of what a parent is supposed to be like. His father wasn't his father, he was his boss. (Imagine being ~11 years old and having your father hit you in the face and tell you that he's your boss, not your father. This is immediately after he forced you to try to kill a rabid dog, arming you with nothing but a knife, and berating you for not finishing it off. Woof).

Kazuki's failings seem to come from him being too prescriptive or blindly using negative personal experiences as an anchor for what not to do. He also had a terrible childhood, but we lack specific details. He seems to have been abandoned when he was young, so young that he doesn't even remember his parents, and so lacked a real example of how a parent should behave. This undoubtedly would've come up as a stressor when Yuzuko was pregnant. I imagine that he would've gone through the beginner level stages of growth that we saw with Rei, if not exactly in the same way. We come to him at an intermediate level where he knows a lot of basics, but gets tripped up by more higher level concepts.

(Pre-school socialisation isn't about establishing dominance and young kids can have an understanding of right and wrong, Kazuki)

Over the course of the series (and especially in eps 7 and 9), we see Rei look to Kazuki for guidance, and there are also times when Kazuki asserts himself (often erroneously lol) as having the right idea of what to do in a particular situation.

Kazuki's papa arc is more about breaking down the ideas he had built in his head about what good parenting is supposed to look like and holistically feeling it out with respect to what Miri specifically--not some amorphous Child--needs. Rei kind of has the opposite problem, operating purely on vibes rather than structure lol, and that's why they balance each other so well.

Now for the reverse. By the midpoint of ep 3, Miri has been calling Kazuki 'Papa' for days now. It's just hitting me that he didn't try to gently let her down and reveal his lie after they got out of the gunfight. [Rei straight up asked her 'What about your real father?' and got a philosophical answer, so maybe that strategy wouldn't work anyway lol]. I guess he might think of it as easier to just lean into being 'Papa' until they got rid of her, but I'm gonna call it an inverse Freudian slip. Especially since it ties into the first moment I wanna highlight.

Rei is emotionally stunted but also very perceptive. He's read something in Kazuki's actions, tone of voice, body language, etc that indicates that Kazuki doesn't actually want to give Miri up. She's been a little torpedo that imploded two jobs back to back, she gets underfoot, she and makes lots of noise, she and breaks things...and yet. He knows Kazuki well and he saw, perhaps, what Kyu saw when Kazuki was having a moan about them in ep 7.

The rest of the episode plays out and ends with Rei, Miri, and Kazuki going home together for dinner, this time as a quasi family unit. They haven't made any declarations yet, they're just kind of feeling and fumbling their way along. They have some ups and downs as they settle into a dynamic. Then it all blows up in ep 10.

[I could write a whole screed about how ep 10 was a necessary--at least a highly valuable--story beat, but this post is already very long. Some other time, perhaps. ]

Misaki comes back for Miri thanks to Kyu, they are successfully convinced to give her up, and then their little unit falls apart. Another explosion comes in ep 11 with Misaki's death, and now Miri is officially orphaned. Rei, as per usual, asks Kazuki what they should do, and Kazuki reveals that he's in a deep, guilt-induced trough.

We see how Misaki's death is weighing heavily on his mind, and he's surely thinking that he got yet another woman killed due to his desire for a family. He processes her 'protect Miri' plea as needing to stay away from Miri--that that's what he has to do to prevent her from becoming the second child he has to bury. But Rei surprises him.

Kazuki's response is a bit cruel, though not entirely unfounded. He had to temporarily ghost Rei for him to realise all the work that goes into looking after Miri. And even though Kazuki left a fridge full of meals, Rei still ended up ordering pizza because he couldn't recognise them as such. He has a long way to go as a parent. But he wants to do it, and he beseeches Kazuki to make the jump with him.

Kazuki's talking back to himself just as much as he is to Rei. "It might not be too late. [for] Normal happiness" is what he said to Rei on the Ferris wheel. At that time he genuinely thought there was nothing else for them to do but give Miri back to Misaki. But that was when he, like the rest of them, thought that simply stepping back would be enough for Shigeki to be satisfied. It's different now. They both know that, but Kazuki is too raw with hurt and guilty to let himself be happy. It's that characteristic manner in which he gets in his own way. But Rei breaks through all that.

This is the moment. Rei, for the first time as far as I can recall, is shown to initiate physical contact with Kazuki in a way that's soft and not utilitarian. While he talks, he even gives Kazuki's hand a little squeeze. He is going way further than he ever has in expressing his emotions. Change has been a motif for both of them, and Rei says it's possible for them with such conviction--that they can make Miri happy--that Kazuki stops getting in his own way. He comes around in the most Kazuki way possible: transitioning their serious conversation about taking responsibility for Miri (and the implications of dealing with the organisation) into a comedic moment about Rei doing his share of the household chores and childcare.

And with that, they're over the finish line! There's still a lot for them to do in the final episode, but this is the climax of their respective papa arcs. Storming the Suwa compound, confronting Shigeki, and the 10 years later bit are denouement. The two of them approached fatherhood from completely different backgrounds and stances and levels of experience, but it was a journey they took together and one which was not possible without the other.

[kyomunosaki]

Random thoughts on G-Witch

Honestly I really loved the whole run of G-Witch, but I wish it didn't de-fang some of the stuff it seemed to directly draw inspiration from, namely Universal Century's Anaheim Electronics and Armored Core: For Answer. I don't really know how to put it in my opening here, but I just wish they made it more of a compelling social commentary if they're going to be dealing in a corpo setting.

Spoilers obviously, and it's just mostly rambling on my part. Please don't take my opinions too seriously, they're just opinions.

I don't want to devalue the cool stuff it does with Utena homages with the Holder system and all, plus the really sad but heartfelt parts where the main two question their sexuality or whatever, that stuff's pretty good. But a lot of the Asticassia-related stuff just feels like a much safer, less interesting way of tackling the whole MS testing/selling idea compared to Anaheim Electronics. The difference between testing your suits through the OYW versus rich kids with no legitimate stakes other than more wealth is something to me, especially with the original metaphor and how it extends into later sequels, spinoffs, and fanfiction like Unicorn. I know this alone is petty, and maybe it is even with my other points. Still feel like it says nothing, while mostly just existing to support a different portion of the show, when it could potentially be a narrative about both.

I want to bring up that a lot of stuff like Peil Technologies and it's influence into the Space Assembly League is lifted seemingly directly from Armored Core: For Answer's Omer Technologies and League of Ruling Companies. Peil even galvanizes scientists from Vanadis Institute similar to Rayleonard! (There wasn't a good place to do it, but I feel like I need to mention how they got Wataru Inaba to design Peil's mobile suits, since he also did Rosenthal! The depth of the homages kinda go crazy.) Even with major elements of the show being taken wholesale from something that actually asks significant questions about the same topics G-Witch does (even has a "fuck them all ending"), I find that it fails to deliver by instead being one about bad actors and something about traumatized rich people leading to injustices, rather than critiquing the systems that allow that to occur.

This is just a guess, but I felt that in the show they originally planned to play with POV more. There are some bits in the first cour that are framed to be fun school club activities, but if you even think about it for a second they're a branch of a megacorporation advertising a war machine in a family friendly way to promote, medicine? Alongside the primary characters all being from prosperous backgrounds in a world that's run amuck with inequality, and the character framed as a villain who's seen as a hero to those on Earth, something interesting could've been done here! Two major events related to this happen, but quickly get glossed over due to some SEED-level MacGuffin spawning during the last portion of the show.

Thanks Rau.

One thing to note is that by the end, while Prospera gets to retire, Shaddiq just drew the wrong card in Monopoly. I would normally take this more in good-faith, but the framing of it just felt extremely wrong to me. It's taken more as a fact of the system, rather than something that can be fixed through stuff like action and education. But yeah, take this with a grain of salt since it's just my read on it.

Overall while the queer stuff in G-Witch is genuinely amazing, I do find the other social inequality stuff just completely lacking. It makes me wonder why they even included it outside of having the Utena stuff on a not!Aneheim colony through some Raven arena ranking system. I have a theory that some staffer, say Ookouchi, simply likes these works (check what he's worked on for example), but I really wish it paid homage to them by actually utilizing them.

I'm really hoping they make more anime in the Ad Stella timeline, since I think it has potential to be some of the most interesting Gundam stuff ever, especially since this sort of stuff doesn't get discussed in the series all too much. It's also the closest I'll get to any sort of Armored Core anime. Next time BL tho.

[imunbreakabledude]

today's relic reveal sadly a bit underwhelming...

so, farming relic, but it's definitely a fair bit weaker than last year's farming relic, because it still takes TIME, which is the biggest limiting factor in a limited-time game mode, and also still requires you to have access to enough PATCHES you can use, which is the other biggest limiting factor in an area-locked mode. plus it doesn't boost yield, but in theory its 75% seed-save chance should be 3-4x the yield PER SEED you obtain, but that's not nearly as good as it seems when you account for the fact that the seeds must still "queue up" and go thru their growth cycles.

It's still useful, don't get me wrong. and I'd 100% easily take it over grimoire (which with my areas would give me nothing besides piety + speed up some other unlocks a tiny bit). but I will definitely be waiting to see the third relic in this tier and praying it's something that excites me. (if we guess based on similar tier last year, one would guess it'll be equilibrium or modified equilibrium. which would be fine, I think, but I'm hoping for something more exciting, even as someone who likes equilibrium.)

one thing that's kind of a bummer which does not affect ME, but is a bummer for other players, is that these are two relics in the same tier that both really help out non-Kourend pickers. obviously Grimoire helps replace Kourend as well as Desert and Frem, and the farming relic has its own utility too, but it's less useful to Kourend-havers since a) those people will have less trouble with farming in general, b) it replaces a couple QOLs unlocked in kourend, namely bottomless compost bucket and seed vault, and also c) it sounds like it'll be rather clunky or even inconvenient to use this relic while doing farming contracts. (I don't know how much we'll be DOING contracts in leagues, but i imagine there'll be at least a few tasks for them + they will be a good source of seeds early on). so it's awk because this relic feels like a mid choice if you do have kourend, and it will feel more frustrating if you DONT have kourend and now have to choose between this buff or Cox-prayer-replacement. but I guess those people had that same dilemma last year with ruinous powers vs farmers fortune.

I didn't take the farming relic last year, for a few reasons. I don't mind farm runs too much, farming is quick in leagues as long as you have decent patches in your regions (with K+A+starter regions, I was more than fine), I also had fire sale bagged plants if i needed to rush XP in a pinch, and I had production prodigy to increase my herb supply by 56% (25% chance to save on both making the unfinished pots + the finished potions).

This time around, I definitely do not NEED it, with kourend sorting my farming XP. also the fact that this relic won't work at tithe farm, unlike the old one, is a bummer. but I still MIGHT pick this relic if the third one in the tier isn't exciting, because with my current gameplan, I am envisioning a potential bottleneck with supply gathering. if i'm a bank-noter rather than a total-recaller, I will want as much of a supply surplus as I can muster, and while I do not hate farming, it will also not be especially fun to have to constantly interrupt my other activities for herb runs, well through the league. so this relic MIGHT be worth it to me for auto-herb-farming alone. I don't think i'll have any trouble sourcing seeds to keep it going,..

... and now that I think about it, it will combo REALLY well with Kronos seeds from Hespori, because the game will know when different patches are fully grown and auto-replant them without me needing to know or check.

The one sorta bummer is that this is almost certainly a later tier, 5 or 6 i'm guessing, and by my early planning I know that by far the hardest part of Farming for me is gonna be levels 1-20. and then i will probably be able to shoot to 99 almost instantly from there. so this is unlikely to make any impact on my farming training, but it definitely would be awesome for herblore training + potion supply management.

so, definitely depends on what the third relic in this tier is (and what others are in the mix: I'm still crossing my fingers for a relic that saves a % of runes, ammo, food, and pots!)... but this farming one MIGHT be worth. certainly not an insta-lock to gameplan around for me, but would be helpful.

[pastabeer]

More songs for worms but some are morally questionable or have sexual themes (I am not interested in worm sex.)

Careless Whisper by George Michael, it's a misunderstood song. Literally, sounds more like an admission of infidelity than romantic music.

I Fucked in Heaven by Mom (or blacksquares), unexplainable, it's just mostly made up of sex.

Run, Rabbit, Run! by Flanagan and Allen, it's just mostly about a man killing rabbits for rabbit pie, hah, worm pie...

Rule #34 by Fish in a Birdcage, uh, it's about sex. Yeah, a song about sex being rule 34? Hah, who would've guessed.

Dream Sweet in Sea Major by Miracle Music, it suits the words to have a more slow-paced song once in a while.

Fine by Lemon Demon, worm Anon. That's it. Just worm Anon. Overly enthusiastic about everything in a way that is almost pathetic.

Rape Me by Toxic Lipstick, sounds like worm Anon on a drug trip and I love it, hehe

Bernadette by IAMX, something about the lyrics says worms. Fucked up worms. Mostly just because it makes me think of gay fucking worms only really giving a fuck about each other.

Princess by Devi McCallion (Mom, blacksquares), it makes me think of worm Anon in a non-sexual way, ignoring the fact that it opens up with "can you suck my fucking dick again"

I Threw Glass at My Friend's Eyes and Now I'm on Probation by Destroy Boys, ignoring the fact that it's about pedophilia and grooming, makes me think of how Worm Anon refuses to accept this relationship. Hehe, gay worms :)

I Remember You by Frank Ifield, a personal favorite that fits two worms with a harmonica.

Flesh by Simon Curtis, I know this is sexual but hey, what's a good playlist without sex? Plus, it suits the two worms. Maybe minus the sex, depends.

Just the Two of Us by whatever his fucjing name was, it's was meant fir them homos. I'm a fag too, worm Anon, me too.

I Was Made For Lovin' You by KISS, mostly just because I love that song.

Mechanical Angel by Sunday Driver, feels like it'd suit mentally ill lesbian worms.

Bitchboy by The Oozes, mental illness. Plus, imagining worm Anon pathetically repeating "bitch boy, bitch boy, let me be your bitch boy, all I want in this whole wide world is to be your good boy" makes me laugh

La de Da de Da de Da de Day Oh by Bill Wurtz, it's like Fine by Lemon Demon, but with more confusion! :)

Whenever You Need Somebody by Rick Astley, same with Never Gonna Give You Up, depends, Whenever You Need Somebody is more of a friendship thing.

Pomegranate Seeds by Julian Moon, it's about Persephone and Hades. Which Hades kidnapped Persephone.. Have fun finding out who is who.

Soft Bitch by Rio Romeo, lesbian worms. The lesbian worms.. They'd be that song.

Butch 4 Butch by Rio Romeo, obviously had to include that one, hehe.

Cigarettes out the Window by TV Girl, hell, the entirety of dangerously yours in strung out quotes fit the worms. Angsty :)

O Sol e a Lua, not even going to try typing the name, but you know what I mean.

Icarus & Apollo by Ripto, complete opposites trying to manage in a way.

Icarus by Jason Webley, decent song... Minus the spontaneous sexual topics in the song. It makes me think of schizophrenic worms.

We fell in love in October by girl in red, lesbian worms, very in love, awesome sauce

If you couldn't tell, I am getting tired again, but you get the point.

I made a playlist on YouTube with these , they are pretty neat :)

[beecreeper]

1, 2, 7, 8 for the tav asks!

Ooohohoo these were fun. Suuuuuuuper long answers under the cut

1. What would your Tav’s greetings be (at different levels of approval)?

I hope the tone I have in mind comes across for all of these :/

Briar:

Low -- Make it quick.

Medium – What do you want?

High -- Hello again

Romanced – Well look who it is. Do you actually have something to say or are you just here for the fun part?

Rejected Bhaal (regardless of approval): *apathetic , not even looking at you* Hm.

Ferox:

Low -- *flat glare* Hm.

Medium – What do you need?

High -- I'm not the best with words but... go ahead.

Romanced – Whatever you need

Molli:

Low – *uncomfortable* Yes?

Medium – *Fidgeting, nervous* Oh? Do you need me for something?

High -- Oh hey! Whatcha need?

Romanced -- *huge happy lovestruck smile* Hey!

Pact isn’t broken in time (see below for details on that): *distracted, shaking herself to attention* Hm? Yeah?

Myrala:

Low -- *muttering* Eilistraee’s grace... *exasperated* What?

Medium – Yes?

High -- Oh! Nice to see you again. Need something?

Romanced – My love~

Poppy:

Low -- *annoyed* What do *you* want?

Medium – What's up?

High -- Hey! Good to see ya!

Romanced – Hey cutie~

2. Describe their tent setup! What’s on the outside? The inside?

Briar’s tent is kinda ratty and rustic looking. Dirty, moldy edges. Mushrooms and mold gets seeded around any area she hangs around too often, so there’s a bunch of mushrooms growing out of the ground and even on her tent/in the tentpoles. She’d have a couple jars and bottles of her gross fermentation projects hanging around. Also bones. At the beginning she sticks with animal bones and anything she can pass off as being “for druid reasons” but after the dark urge cat is out of the bag she would just blatantly keep human body parts around her tent. She’s also frequently burning incense.

Ferox’s tent would be very simple and practical. Utilitarian. He’d have a beat up training dummy with very heavily dented armor that he has to replace all the time. I don’t have much to say here he’s a simple man. From a purely out-of-universe perspective, I want to say that there’s little flowers (forget-me-nots and daisies in particular but just tiny weedy wildflowers in general) in the area around his tent. *He* didn’t chose that deliberately, but I as the creator of this world say it is so and would model it into the game like that.

If we ignore any sort of logic for how she acquired it, Molli would have a one of those round striped tents, giving medieval fair/circus vibes. She’d also have strings of those little triangular flags. Everything in a black/while/teal/yellow color scheme though I haven’t decided what goes where. Inside she’d have a big ol’ pile of as many pillows as she can get a hold of, most of them kinda patchy and old but that hardly matters because she just wants ALL THE COMFY. She’d also collect and string up a variety of different bells.

Again, ignoring how she has it, Myrala’s tent would be neat, probably blue or dark purple with silver accents. I’m also picturing a round rug with moon designs around the edge. Nothing fancy fancy, but nice. She’d have a silvered longsword sitting in her camp, as well as a tambourine and a bunch of loose wildflowers that she’s picked.

Poppy’s tent is small, easy to travel with and set up, more like a tarp over a bedroll than a full tent. But it’s obviously well used and personalized. It’s got a variety of patches over it, having been repaired many many times. She also has a bunch of little trinkets and souvenirs from her travels. She’s also the only one out of my guys who would have realistically actually had her tent on her when she got tadpoled.

7. Describe their arc. How would a player help resolve it? What choices can be made? Can your Tav be turned down a dark path, or pulled to a lighter one?

Obviously the thrust of Briar’s companion quest is the typical durge stuff – recover memories and deal with the urge. There’d be a little minor sub quest in the underdark where you piece together some of Briar’s memories of her druid circle and what happened to them. A big moment would be whether or not the player can talk Briar out of killing Isobel, which then has a big influence on whether the player can get Briar to reject Bhaal. If she does accept Bhaal, she will either turn on you immediately or continue to play along and try to betray you later (depending on dialogue choices and character relationship) but the point is she WILL try to betray you at some point and you’ll have to kill her in order to continue.

Ferox obviously has the same big choices – kill isobel or not, accept bhaal or not – but he’s much easier to get on the redeem path. Even on the evil path he wouldn’t betray you like Briar does. Another choice would be whether he takes up a new paladin oath or writes himself off as irredeemable.

Molli’s companion arc would focus on her patron and the details of her pact, which she doesn’t know anything about. In her canon timeline, I shift all of that stuff to after the events of the game, but if she were a companion I’d bump up the timeline so the player can deal with it. Learning about her patron and what it’s actually doing to her would lead to the realization that her patron is essentially taking over her body bit by bit and the only way to break her pact is to cut out the part he’s already infected – her arm. I think it’d be a fun element to have the culmination of the quest be more or less a game of chicken. After learning the solution (at some point in Act 2), the player could convince Molli to cut off her arm at pretty much any time (with requisite dice rolls of course), breaking her pact but losing all her warlock levels. The longer they wait, the longer they get to keep that power, but they take the risk of her patron’s control spreading too far. At some point in Act 3 a cutscene would signal at the point of no return (triggered by her current level) where the player has to make a final choice to either break her pact or convince her to keep it. If you *do* keep it past that point, you would get a special power boost and special features, but you’d also be dooming Molli to be completely taken over eventually.

Myrala’s arc would be about her conflict between whether or not to resort to stealing and other unscrupulous methods to help people. I have vague concepts for Myrala involving either trying to steal something or having just stolen something and dealing with the fallout from it. One idea I have is that she was actually considering going after the Nightsong for Lorroakan before she got tadpoled. Just one job and her little congregation of refugees will be set for years! How lucky that this tadpole situation put her right in the path of it! I sure hope it doesn’t present any complicated moral quandaries!

Poppy I picture as a more minor companion, more like Halsin or Minthara, with a much less elaborate personal quest. She’s just kinda chillin’ after all. I think it would be kinda fun if instead of Poppy having a traditional quest, she triggered a BUNCH of small unique interactions with random NPCs because she just knows so many people. Like oh this random person used to be part of her mercenary group, oh she met this other random person three years ago at a gnomish wedding, oh hey I think I once got arrested with your sister. Or was it by your sister? Either way tell her I said hi.

I also think it would be fun if I involved Billy here (not the durge version of Billy probably? Though knowing him he might be involved with bhaalists anyway. I’d have to go consult with his creator...). But like, learning that he’s in the area and Poppy going “THAT BITCH?! Oooh okay we gotta find him and take him out he’s an asshole”. There wouldn’t be a “kill him or not kill him” tension as much as I think it’d be a matter of whether or not you can stop him from escaping. The challenge of the combat encounter would be preventing him from getting away because he’s a scrappy, scrambly kinda guy who seems to be able to wriggle out of anything. There might even be multiple encounters possible.

8. After Act 3, what does their life look like? What are they talking about at the reunion party?

As a companion, Briar is only making it to the reunion party if she forsake’s Bhaal and she’s noooooot happy about it. I was actually just saying to a friend of mine yesterday that “good” ending Briar has the vibes of that stereotype of a bipolar person going on mood stabilizers and then feeling all empty without the highs and lows they used to have. Without her memories, without her urges, without the purpose that being Bhaal’s chosen gave her, Briar feels like she has nothing left and no identity. She’s been a reclusive hermit since the downfall of the brain, doing a lot of psychedelics and occasionally murder to try and feel something but murder isn’t fun anymore and she doesn’t know what to do with herself.

Ferox has a few different endings. If you make him accept Bhaal but then destory the brain well... you’ve probably seen how that ending goes for durge in game. If you help him reject Bhaal there’s two more possibilities – hermit Ferox and restored paladin Ferox. Hermit Ferox went to find a cabin far away from other people so he can never possibly hurt anyone again. He starts growing flowers. Paladin Ferox stays around Baldur’s Gate to help rebuild.

Good ending Molli is having a great time! She’s sticks around in Baldur’s Gate, bonding with her reunited brother and getting a job playing at the Elfsong. She’s learning how to use mage hand to play her concertina now that she’s one handed and is very excited to show the player how good she’s getting at it. Bad ending Molli is... creepy. Her warlock mark is spread up into her face and her mannerisms are a lot less... her. She seems a little not-all-there. Her warlock hand is starting to have more and more of a mind of it’s own, and she finds that her fingers are getting clumsier when she plays, like the muscle memory is just gone. She doesn’t get her Elfsong job and is kinda cagey and ominous about what she *is* doing instead. It’s probably nothing to worry about.

I can see a bunch of possible endings for Myrala, like one where she *does* end up going back to crime and ends up working with the guild/zhents (maybe even leading them?). If I go with that Nightsong idea, I could have an ending where Myrala gets that reward money from Lorroakan and uses it to build a proper church for Eilistraee and get food and housing for a bunch of drow and tiefling refugees. See? It all worked out it was worth it see how much good she’s doing?? I’m actually still not sure what her good ending would be here. In her canon timeline she marries Wyll in his Duke ending and uses that influence to accomplish her goals, but as a companion I wouldn’t want her ending so tied to another companion like that. Like she could just go back to what she was doing before -- struggling to help her little congregation without proper resources or support -- but that feels unsatisfying.

Poppy’s easy! She’s just going back to doing what she was always doing! A bunch of crazy odd jobs in odd places. It’s honestly astounding just how many new stories she’s picked up in the time between the end of the game and the epilogue.

[a-witch-in-endor]

do you think it’s silly that as someone who isn’t really religious (more in a chill way than in a completely convinced way like i mostly just don’t think about it too much) but who was raised somewhat catholic (never really believed as a child either but some practices were fun/ parents alternated between saying they believed and saying they didn’t and didn’t do religious practices that often or assiduously) to want to reconnect with my great grandmother’s religion and culture (on my mother’s side; she was jewish). like sometimes i feel it’s pointless or that since i’m not religious that i’m just going to do it to feel interesting but that i’m not really sincere. i’m not really looking to convert but more like picking up and observing some common practices that are somewhat commonly observed as cultural rather than only religious? my family history is nebulous and complicated but. i think maybe my great grandmother would’ve liked her things to be passed on and that’s what keeps nagging me about it.

sorry about a long personal anon especially if it’s inappropriate or if you don’t feel like replying feel free to delete it, i am asking because it’s hard to get an answer myself and it’d be nice to have an opinion from someone who /is/ jewish. like i’d post on a thing like quora or reddit or whatever but i don’t really use that so i figured i’d try here. also obviously i know you’re just one person and not representative of all jewish people and all varieties of jewish faith and groups etc etc i’m taking all this with a grain of salt etc etc. thank you i hope you’re doing well and have a good day!

Hi anon, thanks for sharing your thoughts with me.

The first thing I want to ask you to think about is... your maternal great-grandmother: was this your mother's mother's mother? Because if so, I have bad news, and that bad news is that you're actually Jewish already. Oops. Jewish law about "who is a Jew" is traced down the maternal line. Do contact me again if you want to talk through what that might mean (or not mean) for you.

Secondly, I think it's worth pondering the relationship between religious feeling and religion. Christians do like to frame religion in terms of faith, sometimes to the point that we call them "faiths" in English, but most religious groups in the world don't self-define that way. Religion is ill-defined because it's actually a lot of things. It's ethnicity and culture, it's shared language and concepts, it's mythology and worldbuilding and metaphors, it's relationship with the soil of a homeland, it's the physical rituals we use to hold important moments of life and development, it's law and ethics, it's connection with ancestors and the ways in which they shaped us and changed the world. And yes, it's also how we feel about the Divine, how we connect with the Great Other, how we give prayers and offerings, but that's only one part of what religion is.

If I assume that you're not actually Jewish (which is not a given), then you are what we might call zera Yisra'el, or "seed of Israel". This means that your ancestors, fanning out through many generations, were Jews. Their food and culture and language and mythology and texts and prayers were Jewish. Feeling a draw to connection with that is not at all strange to me. It's part of the constellation of your history, and I think it's beautiful that you'd like to carry some part of that forward.

Jews are a people primarily of text and physical ritual. I have no advice on where to start aside from reading and acting. But I hope this was helpful, and please feel very free to de-anon and message me if you want to talk about it any further.

[kakyoingdom]

Neji, Sasuke, Itachi

2

Role Play, Lingerie, Food Play , Spanking

I have so many lol love your writing ❤️

The Lucky Ficlet, 04

thank you for asking, baby <3 i hope you like it! it was kind of difficult to write it bc it is hard for me to think things w sasuke lol. BUT i really enjoyed this! also i hc sasuke as a really silent guy during sex so that's why we don't have lots of talking here <3

your surprise ficlet match is: sasuke + spanking and lingerie + number 2: spring (which i totally forgot while writing and turned the sprint thing into the lingerie theme xD) | 1,041 words

warnings: nsfw, unprotected sex, sex, spanking, lingerie, doggy style.

for my brazilian culture appreciators: i totally thought about that beautiful line while writing this: "não tira a calcinha, só arreda de lado" LOL

Sasuke heard your voice from the kitchen, and went right there to see you — not his girlfriend, not his wife, just an affair that he couldn't let go. And fuck it. You were so hot, how could he want to let you leave his side?

At the sight of your body covered with nothing but a flowered white lingerie, he stopped. Took off his cloak, his eyes never lefting yours. You were looking amazing that day, but he wasn't going to admit. The half transparent fabric left your nipples visible, hard and so pretty for him. Your panties didn't covered that much, and the stockings that were on your legs were making you even more attractive. Sexy. He found himself eager for touching you, not wanting to spend a minute more without you.

Sasuke was noticing your legs shaking, nervous hands on your neck, on your belly, on your pretty face. It was funny for him to understand you were nervous about what was coming next. You asked for, suggesting him in the middle of a midnight meal. You wanted to be spanked, to have his strong hand hitting and bruising your skin. Happily, he was down for it.

He told you to come closer. Kissed your neck, teasing with the lips just ghosting your skin, nothing more. You shivered, but stayed there, just holding his shoulders and expecting the moment he was going to kiss you. You were feeling needy; aroused since the time you bought that gorgeous hot lingerie. Imagining things he could do and say to you while you were wearing this, finding it difficult to not touch yourself before he arrives.

Your lips met his and he kissed you rough, but really slow. You pulled his hair when he pressed his knee between your legs, almost reaching your soaked panties. His hand went to your ass, squeezing the flesh right before slapping it — you opened your mouth, your lips doing an ‘o’, so lovely. Sasuke repeated his gesture on the other side, soon making you two blindly walk towards his room. You took the chance to kiss his sensitive neck and he gulped, his throat moving in a funny way. His skin were shivered, you could feel as your tongue explored it.

On the other side, Sasuke was not so peaceful as you were — his hand kept pressing your butt cheeks against each other right after spreading it and fingering your panties fabric roughly, a thing that you couldn’t ignore. You moaned as he did it for the second time, your lips against his mouth again, your heavy breathe. He hit your ass once more, harder this time, and you complained. But he pretended to don’t hear your voice, knowing that if it was too much you wouldn’t say a “aw, Sasuke”.

“I know you like it. Don’t say that again, right?”, he said, and you smirked, nodding at the same time.

Finally close to his bed, he turned your body around and you finally got to feel properly his cock, hard between your ass flesh. His hips pressed you against his cock as he pushed your back softly, for you to go down, knees on the mattress and ass up.

“We are doing it like you want, today”, he murmured, not really happy. Obviously he was a sucker for having you anyway, but admitting you were the one in command was too much for his ego. “Oh. So you’re going to spank me while you fuck me doggy style”, you put your head on the pillow so your ass could be up. Sasuke didn’t even answer you, rolling his bulge against your entrance, thrusting like your lace panties — so pretty, he would totally keep that while fucking you dumb — weren’t in the middle.

Sasuke groaned as he took his pants and underwear off, his cock aching with the need to be stretched by your core. You felt his tip against the fabric, his finger finding your clit and rubbing it a few times before putting aside that part of your underwear and going deep on you with a small sound. You moaned loud, surprised. Looking to your wall only, you couldn’t imagine he would just put his thick cock without even fingering you before. You liked it, though. His thrusts into you were rapid and strong, you couldn’t shut your mouth, whining and shaking your own hips so you could feel more of him. His hand slapped your ass suddenly, getting from you another fucking loud moan, which made your face hot and red. Sasuke didn’t stop to spank you until your skin finally got his hands bruise.

But he stopped. He was feeling dizzy, holding your waist tightly before leaning his body over you, never tiring of bumping into your wet core. You could feel your g spot hit by his tip, the growing knot on your cunt making you understand that you were close. Just a few more of his dick and you’d be done. You made your work to help yourself, pinching your nipples.

“I’m close”, you warned him, so he could do his best to finish soon.

His chest was now glued to your back, his finger on your clit roughly doing circles. But his pace was becoming slow, although even harder. His mind was numb, his body weak. He couldn’t help but groan loud, leaving one more slap on your ass before his cum fills your cunt in such a little time. He felt embarrassed, but continued to thrust into you so you could come with him.

You loved the feeling of having his seed inside you, the feeling of your skin aching because of his hard spanking. You couldn’t care less about him coming before you. But you wouldn’t lose the opportunity of looking back at his face and joke a little.

“Was that lingerie too much for you, baby?”, you smiled. Sasuke rolled your eyes, his hand against your skin once more, seeming to be frustrated and mad. Yet you could hear his “yes” really low. He laid down by your side, a finger still on your clit while you were cuddling. You teased him again, a devilish smirk on your lips, “Shall I give up on lingerie sets, then?”

[valdemart]

Valdebreed Part 2

Us: *votes for courtier content*

Nyx Hydra: Yeah we’re not gonna actually do that lol

I tried to keep Valdemar as in character as possible but honestly? Fuck cannon. If Nyx Hydra isn’t going to feed us, I am! Come get y’all lunch!

NSFW ValdemarxReader Consentacles, way too much cum, dirty talking Valdemar, breeding kink, ruined furniture, pet names, after care probably a rushed intro but fuck it.

After pulling yourself together and freshening up in a very well-earned bath, you made your way back to your room where Valdemar waited.

The fire place had been lit. It was also the only light in the room. If it hadn’t been your own room, you might have bumped into something as you made your way over to where you could see Valdemar.

When you first moved in, there had been a chair in the library that you had fallen in love with. It was an oversized arm chair, big enough to curl up in, made of burgundy velvet. You sank into it like a spoiled house cat and read for hours at a time. Valdemar had found you napping in it at some point and shortly after you had found it had been moved to your room. That’s where they sat now. Naked.

 Valdemar never disrobed. Ever. Honestly, you had wondered a few times if their clothing wasn’t part of their actual body. This wasn’t their ‘real’ form, after all. You wouldn’t have been totally shocked to learn that their coat was just their true form’s arm or something, molded to look like clothing. Apparently, you were wrong. All of their skin was the same olive hue as their face and hands, the only other skin of theirs you had really seen before. They were a rectangular shape, their waist only dipping in slightly beneath their ribcage before fulling out to their hips. Their ribs were almost all entirely visible, the shadows cast by the firelight highlighting each groove and protuberance. And sitting on those ribs were the tiniest handfuls of breast tissue, with such perfectly symmetrical shape and nipples that they very obviously weren’t ‘human’. You’d only ever known breasts to be perfect mirror images of each other on statues. You could follow their legs up to their lap, but then all you could make out was shadow.

They were breathtakingly and horrifyingly beautiful.

“I think I’m…overdressed,” you said, your voice so thick with anticipation that you had to pause to swallow before you could finish your sentence.

“For now. I thought this particular situation called for some vulnerability on my part. Disrobe, Little Mouse.”

You slid off your robe and let it pool at your feet, leaving you as bare as they were.

“Come to me.”

You were before them in an instant, desperate to be near them. On them. Filled with them.

“Sit.”

You straddled their lap slowly, knowing the extent of their strength, but still slightly put off by the sight of their ribs. Parts of your brain seemed to have mistaken them for human.

You shivered as your chest pressed against theirs and your nipples hardened against their cool skin. You noticed quietly that theirs were still unerect and soft against you. Their hands wrapped around you gently, their fingers somehow sliding perfectly into the spaces between your ribs where they connected to your spine. If they squeezed, they could probably collapse your whole chest cavity. You had seen them crush a femur in their fist like it had been made out of sugar.

“We’re you ready to begin the experiment, Mouseling?”

“Kiss me first?”

Their lips were cold and thin and they felt so good against your heated skin.

There was loud crackling noise, too loud to have been from the fireplace, followed by a grotesque, wet sound. It sounded like someone was butchering a chicken right in front of you and you would have fallen back to the floor in surprise if Valdemar hadn’t been holding you.

You only saw it for a second but, in the firelight, you saw a cleft on Valdemar’s sternum that started to split open further like the skin was being retracted. You yelped and Valdemar reached out to grab your chin and hold your head upright.

“Look at me, Mouseling. Look only at me.”

They released your chin but your eyes never left theirs. You watched the flames behind you flicker in their red eyes as something unimaginably horrible was happening right below you. The sound traveled downward until it stopped where their genitals would be. Then it was quiet again. You could feel the dark energy emanating from just a few inches below you, but your eyes never left Valdemar’s and you weren’t sure if it was from fear or servility.

“Such an obedient little thing,” Valdemar praised as they brushed your hair off your face. You were sweating despite the chill of their skin and your head was swimming. Their magic tended to do that to you. Asra’s magic and your own magic never made you sick, but Valdemar’s always did. You weren’t sure if it was because it came from a different source or because it was too strong for you. Asra said it was a much older, much darker magic, and that even he wasn’t completely sure he understood it. That had upset you at first, and you tried to argue with him that Valdemar wasn’t evil and you were sick of everyone’s constant comments about it, but he merely placed a finger to your lips to silence you and said ‘I said dark energy, not evil energy’. To Asra’s credit, he handled your relationship with the doctor better than most people had.

But what would he think about a baby?

“Allow me to show you just how satisfying that which you fear is.”

Several appendages the width of a finger started to caress your body, making you jerk away against them, but Valdemar held you steady and your eyes never left theirs. They stared at you, unblinking and smiling softly, as their little tendrils fondled your stomach and legs. They were wet and soft like small tongues, and they left trails of moisture wherever they lapped. While they were a little unnerving, the sensation was like nothing you had felt before. Especially when they found your breasts. They flicked against your nipples flatly before wrapping around them to tug lightly. Your clit pulsed desperately with each little caress and your wet hole clenched around nothing, leaving you feeling desperately empty.

You groaned softly and bucked forward, trying to guide even one of those tendrils to where you now needed it most.

“Impatient?” Valdemar asked, knowing damned well the answer to their own question. “We have the rest of eternity.”  

Still, the tendrils descended then. Some softly pulled your lips apart, exposing you, while others tasted you. Two alternated flicks against your clitoris while three or maybe four slid into you at varying depths.

You keened and bucked into Valdemar’s lap, but you knew nothing you could do would change anything they had planned for you.

“Let’s get you nice and prepared to take my seed.”

It didn’t take long for the appendages to lubricate you, perhaps excessively so. Your body was wet now, and it caused you to shiver against the air.

The tendrils working your body withdrew, and you whined pitifully.

“Hush, Pet,” Valdemar said softly, though clearly unannoyed.

There was a singular tendril then, thicker than any of the last ones. A blunt head prodded you gently for a moment before sliding fully inside. Its girth stretched you, but whatever Valdemar had covered you in took away all resistance.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and, for a moment, you were worried they wouldn’t come back. This was so much more than anything Valdemar had ever given you. You doubted Valdemar had an established phallus, especially since they shapeshifted every other part of their physical form. This huge thing inside of you was made specifically because they wanted you helplessly full, pinned from the inside.

“I c-cant…Val…”

You weren’t asking for them to stop. No, this was delicious. You need this. But it was so, so much.

“You can. And you will.”

The phallus withdrew slowly to the tip before sliding back in just as slowly, all while Valdemar didn’t move a muscle. It was so typical of the demon, to wreck you without any indication of physical response on their end. They were going to fuck you and anyone watching would think they had nothing to do with it.

Valdmar’s…cock? For lack of a better comparison in your mind fucked you in the uniform way Valdemar did anything. While it lacked human variation, it was unrelenting in its endeavor to impregnant you.

“I can feel your little cunt milking me. Your body’s as desperate to get pregnant as you are.”

Your head dropped with a heavy moan and Valdemar shifted back, taking your full weight against them. If this dicking didn’t kill you, them talking like that certainly would. The heat inside of you was becoming unbearable. All you needed was a little bit more.

“Can you go faster?” You asked softly as you jerked your hips forward into their thrusting.

“Weren’t you just saying you couldn’t handle things as they were?”

You whined pitifully at their teasing.

“Please? Please? Please?”

With each beg you humped yourself harder. You could feel your climax mounting and all you wanted was to finish with Valdemar this deep inside of you. You weren’t above begging.

“Of course, Duckling. We need your orgasm to move my ejaculate to your womb.”

Their weird medical speak should have been embarrassing, but your walls fluttered around them.

One of their hands found the back of your head while the other wrapped around your waist. When Valdemar pushed back into you, it was a sharp, hard thrust and you cried out before you fell forward. You moaned loudly into the fabric of the chair and Valdemar held you against it.

“I have you.”

The tentacle started to piston in and out of you, the speed of the penetration through both of your fluids making the most unholy of sounds, like someone drowning in mud. Your body jiggled and shuddered against Valdemar as they remained perfectly still while they kept you caged to them.

“Val! Val-d-de-mah! Ah! Ah! Ah!”

It was right there. You could feel yourself about to snap. Just a little more. Oh, please just a little more. Oh please oh please oh please oh please

A few of the small tendrils from earlier reappeared to lap at your clit and you screamed into the chair. As you contracted around the still thrusting phallus, you could feel it erupt. The fluid coming out of it wasn’t hot or cold, but there was a ridiculous amount of it. It squirted inside of you before you felt it leak out around the two of you, quickly causing a puddle to form in Valdemar’s lap. Despite this, they were still moving in and out of you, fucking their cum back inside of you as it came out.

Too spent to try and wiggle away from the overstimulation, you whimpered for mercy.

“ ‘S too much. Val…”.

“I’m only trying to make sure you’re completely inseminated. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

Despite their teasing, their tendril retracted out of you. You shuddered, both thankful for the break and grieving the loss of fullness.  

“Val…That was crazy…”

“Science often is.”

It wasn’t hard for Valdemar to maneuver you onto your back in their lap, despite you being completely dead weight. Hooking one arm under your knees, they elevated your lower body and cradled you.

“You’re being too wasteful with my sperm, Little One. You need to be more grateful.”

Finally able to look at yourself, you saw that you were bathed almost completely in black. It started around your breasts where the tendrils had played with you and you grew darker the further down yourself you looked. Of course, Valdemar came black. You doubted anything viable in terms of offspring would actually come of this, but the closeness, the intimacy, that was what you had really needed. The brain melting orgasm hadn’t hurt either.

“I love you.”

Valdemar hummed in acknowledgement before softly running a finger down your stomach, through the gummy pitch they had covered you in, before tracing small circles around your womb.

Every time the fire flickered, the lighting on their face changed, making them look like they were morphing briefly. You couldn’t help but smile.

“We’re going to have such cute kids.”

[paintball-writes]

Day 1- Checkmate in your own game!

- Part of Salty September -

One Eleanor Davis was going to visit her cousin Marinette Dupain-Cheng in Paris. It was a Surprise visit because she doesn't have much free time. Eleanor was studying fashion much like her cousin, but in modelling. She was going to be the face of MDC once she graduates. You see Marinette wasn't like most people, she had been designing as world famous since she was fourteen. It had been two years since MDC made a debut. Marinette had asked her cousin to be her head model after two months of launching her brand. Jagged Stone had sponsored her brand till she finds a face. Initially she was going to ask Juleka to model for her to help her dream come true. But all of her class had turned on her because of one Lila Rossi. So she asked her cousin whose dream was to become a model for Audrey Bourgeois to model for her. Eleanor was shocked that the overnight famed designer was her cousin. Eleanor became a hit quickly. When Eleanor had asked Marinette that her friends could model with her too, Marinette said that none were interested. Lila rossi was the actual reason Marinette refused to let her classmates model, but her cousin did not need to know that.

So, Eleanor Davis was on her way to the Dupain-Cheng bakery. Eleanor quietly made her way to her cousins room.

"Boo!" She said. Eleanor gasped on seeing her cousin curled up in her boyfriends arms sobbing. Her Aunt and Uncle were rubbing her back.

"Chipmunk what's wrong?!" Eleanor asked worried for her cousin.

Marinette or Chipmunk as dubbed by Eleanor, stopped sobbing slowly only to find her cousin standing in front of her. "Elly what are you doing here?" She asked once her sobs quieted down.

"I came to see you Chipmunk, since we don't see each other frequently. Now golden boy what happened to my little Chipmunk?" Eleanor asked Felix, Marinette's boyfriend.

"Lila rossi, one of her classmates, a pure bitch. She and the others ripped her sketch book and called her names, few also beat her up. Imbeciles. I'll kill that bitch." Felix answered furiously.

"Felix! Shhh! you weren't supposed to say anything!" Marinette exclaims in a hushed tone.

"That bitch! What did my chipmunk ever do to her! Let me at her! Where is she? I will rip her to shreds!" Eleanor shouts.

"Elly calm down. You'll become an Akuma!" Marinette tries to reason.

"I'm calm now. How long has this been going on?" Eleanor asks.

"Two years now. Damocles doesn't do anything." Tom Dupain answers looking at his daughter.

"Two Years! Aunt Sabine have you considered switching schools?" Eleanor askes.

"I have Eleanor dear, but the school refuses to send transfer papers." Sabine answers disappointed.

"What about this, Everyone knows I am MDC's face. How 'bout I threaten to sue them? Then I'll transfer there and take care of that bitch." Eleanor Asks hopefully.

"Elena you can't sue them! And you're not killing anyone!" Marinette panics.

"Don't worry chipmunk, only a threat. Also I'm not killing anyone." Eleanor says.

"That's a wonderful Idea Eleanor!" Felix exclaims.

"Any allies I should know about Pipsqueak?" Eleanor asks facing her cousin.

"Only three. Marc, Nath, and Chlo." Marinette answers still looking down.

"Marc as in your look alike cousin?" Eleanor asks hopefully.

"Yep"

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Eleanor's POV

"Class we have a new student here. Be nice to her. Now Dear will you Introduce yourself? I'm Caline Bustier." Ginger haired teacher speaks.

Yeah. As if I don't know you Bully Enabler.

"Marinette quit acting! We know that's you!" An overly sick voice sounds. Brown Sausage hair. Yep that's Lila.Scoff.

"Look I don't know who are you Sausages for hairs. But I'm not this Marinette you speak of!" I'll have to pretend I don't know Chipmunk here.

"Who're you calling Sausages hair? You're rude!" A pixie girl says. That must be rose.

"Sorry if I was being rude. But I just Complementing her. Besides If someone's rude here that's her! She called me this Marinette and reprimanded me! " I say with an obviously fake sweet voice.

"Thanks for the complement, Sorry for being rude." Lila answers gritting teeth. Sweet. Serves her right.

"Now if that's done, Introduce yourself please!" Bustier says.

" Hi! My name's Eleanor Davis. I'm from New York. Recently transferred here. You might know me as MDC's face. I like modelling! Hope ya'll be friends with me!" I say in an overly exited voice.

Their Jaws drop.

"Can I Have an Interview? Your THE Eleanor Davis. Sorry If lila was rude. Can you tell me who's MDC?" An aburn hair asks. Lila's Jaw drops as she apologises for Lila. Maybe one of her biggest followers. Right the Ladyblogger, Alya.

"No, Sorry no Interview, But you're the LadyBlogger right? MDC's my Cous. If that's good enough inside scoop?" I say with fake concern.

"OMG girl that's the best scoop I've had for MDC's !" Alya says.

"Your welcome. If that's not it MDC's a teenage girl younger than me by a few months?" I say.

"Wow ! that's awesome!" Alya says.

Mentally rolling my eyes I make my way towards the back. I hear faint those're bullies from the others.

"Hey Cous!" Marc exclaims fist bumping me. "Hey Marc." I reply.

"He's your Cousin?!!" Everyone shouts. Alya says "So he's MDC! That's great!"

"No Alya He's not. No offence bit you need to pay more attention. I just said MDC's a girl." I say with concern.

" Oh sorry. So how's he related to MDC?" She asks.

"Oh that. He's her mother's older brother's youngest son. I'm her father's younger sister's only daughter." I say.

I pass notes to our friends explaining my plans.

Welp, this class is dumber than I thought.

Alya's POV of the above

While we were chatting we were interrupted by mlle.Bustier.

"Class we have a new student here. Be nice to her. Now Dear will you Introduce yourself? I'm Caline Bustier."

The new student examines her. She looks a lot like Marinette. Only Green eyes. Maybe she is. Doing it for attention. Attention Whore.

📷

"Marinette quit acting! We know that's you!" Lila says. We all make hums of agreements.

'Marinette' Scoffs suddenly.

"Look I don't know who are you Sausages for hairs. But I'm not this Marinette you speak of!"

Sausages hair. That's rude. But if that's the case then lila was rude to her first.

"Who're you calling Sausages hair? You're rude!" Rose shouts.

"Sorry if I was being rude. But I just Complimenting her. Besides If someone's rude here that's her! She called me this Marinette and reprimanded me! " The new girl says with a sweet voice maybe I was wrong about her.

"Thanks for the complement, Sorry for being rude." Lila answers. She looks annoyed

"Now if that's done, Introduce yourself please!"Mlle. Bustier says.

" Hi! My name's Eleanor Davis. I'm from New York. Recently transferred here. You might know me as MDC's face. I like modelling! Hope ya'll be friends with me!"Woah! THE Eleanor Davis!

Everyone's jaw drops.

"Can I Have an Interview? Your THE Eleanor Davis. Sorry If lila was rude. Can you tell me who's MDC?" I ask without wasting time. Inside scoops are the best.

"No, Sorry no Interview, But you're the LadyBlogger right? MDC's my Cous. If that's good enough inside scoop?"She recognise me!

"OMG girl that's the best scoop I've had for MDC's !" I reply.

"Your welcome. If that's not it MDC's a teenage girl younger than me by a few months?" She says.

"Wow ! that's awesome!" I say. Now my Blog is sure to take off!

Woah she's heading towards the back. "They're bullies don't sit there!" I say. All back me up.

"Hey Cous!" Marc exclaims fist bumping her. "Hey Marc." she replies.

Woah sweet MDC's in our class.

"He's your Cousin?!!" Everyone shouts. I say "So he's MDC! That's great!"

"No Alya He's not. No offence bit you need to pay more attention. I just said MDC's a girl." she says with concern. I'm offended. But no one's frowning. I'll keep quiet.

" Oh sorry. So how's he related to MDC?" I ask.

"Oh that. He's her mother's older brother's youngest son. I'm her father's younger sister's only daughter." she says.

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

Eleanor's POV

Stage One: Sow seeds of doubt.

"MDC's name stand for Micheal de Collins! I should know i'm his bestie!" Lie-la says.

"Lila, no offence but someone's fooling you. My cous is seriously a girl." I say.

-

Stage two: Pile up evidences and collect Lawsuits.

"Thanks Mr.Stone. That's great." I say while he hands me Lawsuits for Lila.

"Anything for Nettie" He says.

-

Stage three: Report to Police.

"I'm sorry, we had no idea this was going on Ms.Davis" The men from the school board say.

"Kid the case's registered, When do you want us to arrest her?" Raincomprix asks.

"The End of Lycee Gala." I say.

"Alright."

-

Stage four: Invite all celebrities to Gala

"Mlle. Bustier, I invited many Celebs for the Gala!" I say.

"That's Great Eleanor." She says.

-

Stage five: Gala

"Welcome to the graduation of the Akuma class! We'll end with our validectorian, Eleanor Davis's Speech."

"This year was Great........"

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

Marinette's POV

I was sitting in the audience. Now's time for Elena's Speech.

"This year was Great. First I got to model for my Cous MDC. I have a special presentation for tonight. Everyone can you please pay attention." She says.

That's a slideshow of every little crime Lila did. Everyone Gasped by the end.

"This is the Two Faced Bitch Lila Rossi. Wanted in 7 countries. The police are here to arrest lila today." She says. WANTED in SEVEN countries!

"Why?!!! We could've ruled together?" Lila screeches.

"Because you hurt my Family." Elena says.

"But I never did anything to you or your Family!"

"Wrong! You hurt my Cousin MDC AKA Marinette Dupain Cheng."

Everyone of my classmates are being arrested.

I've never felt so good.

"This went better than we thought, Right marigold?"

Felix says as he presses a soft Kiss to my lips.

[1dmonthlyficroundup]

1D Monthly Fic Roundup

Hi, and welcome to the 1D Monthly Fic Roundup for May 2021! Below the cut you’ll find 17 One Direction fics that were all published this month in the order they were submitted to the blog. We hope you’ll check out these new fics! If you would like to submit your own fic, please check this post on how to submit or visit our blog @1dmonthlyficroundup.

New York Kiss by wordsnnotes / @quelsentiment

[Louis/Zayn, Mature, 47k, tumblr post]

“Also, in case you hadn’t noticed, I’m quite the narcissistic type, and I didn’t want that cute guy to have a bad opinion of me for the rest of his life.” “Who, me?” Zayn bats his lashes jokingly, ignoring the fact that his heart skipped a beat at Louis’ words. “Yeah, you. So, shall we go?” Louis drops what remains of his cigarette on the floor and steps on it to light it off. Meanwhile, Zayn makes a reckless decision. “Alright. Lead the way, De Niro.”

Or: A strangers to lovers AU where Louis is an actor, Zayn is a writer (among other things), and they meet each other literally by accident in NYC, just as the world is about to turn upside down.

I Love The Very Blood Of You by lovelarry10 / @chloehl10 

[Harry/Louis, Explicit, 129k, tumblr post]

“I don’t just like him …” Harry muttered, fiddling with the string at the waistband of his jogging bottoms that had definitely seen better days. “I love him, Zayn. I’m in love with Louis. With a vampire.”

He looked up just in time to see a small smile on Anne’s face, and she reached out with a hopeful look. Harry couldn’t resist, and put his large hand in hers, letting her comfort him for a moment.

“I could tell there was love between you,” she confessed softly, a light blush on her cheeks. “When I met you, I knew you were smitten with each other. I won’t pretend it doesn’t make me nervous, but … I can’t tell you who you can and can’t love, sweetheart.”

A vampire. A human. A broken arrangement. A love long since forbidden. Hunted by hate. Destined.

One More Taste of Your Lips by MsHydeStylinson @mizzhydes and @canadianlarrie

[Harry/Louis, Explicit, 80k, tumblr post]

It had been eight years since the hiatus began, and Louis had spent that time writing and recording music, touring and making it safely through the pandemic. When the opportunity arose to go back on tour with One Direction, Louis knew he'd be a fool not to take it. Sure, life on the road would be different after all this time apart, but he was looking forward to experiencing that comradery again.

What he hadn't realised was that living the better part of nine months in each other's pockets was bound to dredge up issues from his past. And when one of the pockets belonged to Harry, who he'd had a rather unconventional friendship with that drifted apart during their last tour, life on the road again would upend both their lives in irrevocable ways.

***

Harry wasn’t that sixteen year old boy anymore. Nor was he the young man in his late teens who was on the cusp of conquering the entire world.

But some traits seemed to remain the same; his vibrant green eyes, the dimples set deeply in his cheeks whenever he laughed earnestly, or his curls that were the same shade of cocoa that Louis remembered fondly.

And yet, Louis had absolutely no idea who this man that stood a mere twenty paces away was today.

take my hand, wreck my plans by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose

[Harry/Louis, Teen & Up, 38k, tumblr post]

Louis meets the man in the center of the room, feeling every eye on him.

“Mr. H,” he whispers.

The man smiles brightly and laughs as if he can’t believe his eyes. “It’s you,” he says breathlessly. “I didn’t think I would see you again.”

“Nor I you, especially under these circumstances.”

“Even so,” Mr H says, his eyes bouncing from Louis’ eyes to his lips. “Will you do me a great honor and join me in leading the first … um…”

“Dance?”

Mr. H laughs and nods. “Yes, that’s the one.”

Louis bites his lips and doesn’t hesitate before whispering, “Yes.”

Mr. H beams and reaches for Louis’ hand. Sparks fly at the touch and a zing of excitement shoots through Louis’ body. His face heats up as he’s afraid his scent would give away his feelings towards the other man.

Winter Light by wordsnnotes / @quelsentiment

[Liam/Zayn (Liam & Louis, Harry/Louis), Teen & Up, 58k, tumblr post]

“Do you think this place is dead?” he suddenly asked, his eyes focused on one of the two oaks, whose bark was grey and trunk cracked. 

“What do you mean?” Zayn inquired, joining him by the tree. 

“Well, it’s winter now, so obviously everything looks dead anyway,” Liam said. “But do you think come spring, this place might look like the way it looked before?” 

Zayn took his time to think about Liam’s question. “I think all things are salvageable,” he eventually answered. “Including this garden. You just have to try hard enough.”

After his mother’s death, Liam is sent to live at his estranged uncle’s manor in the North of England, where new friends, mysterious places and family secrets await him. A Secret Garden inspired Soulmate AU

Cake and Kiss by @loulovehome

[Harry/Louis, General, 2k, tumblr post]

The one where omega Harry didn't like cake and wants to throw up when his alpha kisses him.

Love After the End of the World by writing_practice / @mercurial-madhouse

[Harry/Louis, Explicit, 150k, tumblr post]

“Wait. Just so I’m clear in me fucking noggin,” Niall says. “An international worldwide takeover is well under way and the only thing standing between having hot showers and a second end of the world is us five fuckers?”

-----

Society shattered when all electricity suddenly cut off across the globe, plunging the world into darkness. Now, Prometheus Industries is the sole remaining supply of power, a saving grace to those who survived Lights Out. As fugitives in no-man’s land struggling to break into Prometheus HQ, death lurks around every corner for Louis and Zayn. Things get complicated when a routine recon falls apart and Louis collides with Harry and his mates Niall and Liam, survivors with their own agenda.

When staying alive is already a constant battle, the deadliest weakness is to be in love. For Harry and Louis, finding each other sits on top of the endless list of What Else Could Go Wrong.

Hometown by @allwaswell16

[Louis/Harry, Not Rated, 2k, tumblr post]

On the day Harry gets his driver’s licence, he drives through the suburbs, heartbroken that he can’t drive home to Louis.

Baby Blues by @kingsofeverything

[Louis/Harry, Explicit, 12K, tumblr post]

8 mpreg Harry snippets originally posted on Tumblr. Mostly smut ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

But If This Ends by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense

[Harry/Louis, Explicit, 107k, tumblr post]

Harry’s life as a vampire is routine. He spends his years moving around from place to place, learning as much as he can, and falling in love whenever the universe sees fit. When he tries to move his casual relationship with Louis to something more, it all gets turned on its head. As they navigate confusing thoughts and complex emotions, Harry finds himself torn between the love he feels for Louis and everything he thought he knew.

Featuring pet names, love letters, secrets, meaningful friendships, and two insecure boys desperately in love.

Pretty in Pink by lovelarry / @chloehl10

[Louis/Harry, Explicit, 18k, tumblr post]

“Love? Can I come in?”

Harry sniffed and shook his head before he realised Louis couldn’t see him. “No. Go home, Lou. Please.”

“I’m not leaving,” the Omega insisted, his voice full of concern. “And I’m not judging either. Just… talk to me, Haz.”

Harry briefly considered changing or at least ripping everything off and greeting Louis in his boxers before he realised that might actually be worse, that Louis had seen him dressed up and there was no need to hide anymore. He meekly shuffled over to the door and pulled it open before he backed away, refusing to meet Louis’ eyes.

To the Omega’s credit, he walked straight over to Harry and wrapped his arms around him from behind, resting his cheek between Harry’s shoulder blades.

“This top feels nice. Soft. I see why you like it,” Louis said quietly from behind him.

*****

Alpha Harry loves to secretly dress up and be pretty. He loves his feminine side, even if it’s not typical of an Alpha. But when Omega Louis finds out, it might just the start of something even more beautiful for them both...

Plant New Seeds In The Melody by @vintageumbroshirt / 28sunflowers

[Louis/Harry, Explicit, 58k, tumblr post]

After losing his husband in a tragic car accident, the last thing Louis needs is to keep running into popstar Harry Styles, who David was quite fond of.

Obviously, that’s exactly what keeps happening.

But as their unlikely friendship blossoms, Louis realizes that, maybe, having Harry in his life was the only good thing that came out of his adverse circumstances. Harry could be just the right person to help Louis find trust and intimacy in someone new.

We are the same, you run in my veins by @vintageumbroshirt / 28sunflowers

[Louis/Harry, General, 4k, tumblr post]

When the time for Louis to become the Alpha leader of his pack comes, he can’t rise to the occasion for not being yet bonded. A series of trips to neighbouring packs in search of his soulmate is fruitless until he meets one of the other packs’ Alpha heir.

Harry.

The world seems to stop turning for a second and then it shifts, clicking into its axis. All the distress and wrongness he felt until that very moment suddenly disappears. Louis is finally whole.

But two Alpha leaders from different tribes soulbonding is something unheard of before.

evergreen, evermore by docklands / @hershelsue​

[Louis/Harry, General, 2k, tumblr post]

The year is 1979. Their entire lives, Harry and Louis have lived in Chichester, home to the best watermelons in the world. An unruffled life in the country has always served their long term friendship well. It all shifts when Harry has to move away to a bigger city due to his mother’s job, albeit his love for his hometown and for Louis. It’s even harsher when the moving truck leaves on his birthday, of all days. When all seems lost, Louis ends up having to pull some strings to ease the pain in Harry’s heart.

When The High's Too High, and the Low's Too Low by DaysLikeMasquerades

[Louis/Harry, Mature, 22k+ (wip)]

Two perspectives of growing up neurodivergent

Some days Harry wondered if he would ever find a friend who could look past all the things he couldn't change. Someone who didn't care that he could spend hours talking about his latest fascination without calling him obsessed. Who didn't laugh when he couldn't stop his hands from expressing his emotions. Who didn't care that he was 13, but he'd start crying if he went into too many stores, because they were too bright, too loud, too smelly, and it was all just too overwhelming. Some days he thought someone like that just didn't exist.

Most nights Louis wondered if there would ever come a time when he didn't hate himself. When he would learn to control his emotions and the mood swings that seemed to take over everything and leave no room for himself. He wondered how he could live with himself when he only seemed to hurt the people he loved. His teachers thought he was a wonderful boy, but he knew the truth. Most nights he cried himself into exhaustion wondering how it was possible to feel so broken at only 15. He wanted to be happy, but he didn't know how and that scared him more than anything. Most nights he just hoped he could figure it out before it was too late.

Make You Never Wanna Leave (so Don’t) by @beelou​ / cherrylarry

[Louis/Harry, Explicit, 3k, tumblr post]

“You look hot in plaid.” “What?” “I said you look like a dad.” “No, you didn't.” “Yes, I certainly did, Harold. You have no proof.” -- Or, the one where Harry wears plaid.

a little tenderness by @disgruntledkittenface

[Harry/Niall, ​Not rated, 10k, tumblr post]

“Listen, my alpha and I broke up and it turns out that all of our friends were really his friends and I need someone to help me through–”

“No,” Harry practically shouts, the word bursting out of him unbidden. He cringes when he sees the shock on Niall’s face, his pale skin flushing lightly. “I’m sorry, but my answer has to be no. I don’t help omegas through heats. I’m really sorry, Liam knows that, so I don’t know why he would give you the idea–”

“It’s not heat, Harry,” Niall interrupts. “It’s depri.”

“Oh. Fuck.”

Touch deprivation makes a lot of sense now that Harry thinks about it. Niall seems generally unwell; he appears to be weak, his skin is pallid and his lips look chapped, and his breathing is ragged. He’s wearing a cozy-looking sweatshirt, but even over FaceTime, he kind of seems cold, hunched over with his arms wrapped around his body. Harry’s never been around an omega in depri as bad off as Niall looks; most of the time, there’s an alpha friend or family member who can help out with scenting and physical contact.

Oh.

[johnsamericano]

“Corruption.” Pt.3 w.y.h

Pairing: college teacher!Lucas x student!reader.

Genre: smut, fluff, angst

Summary: Lucas never thought of falling for a student, but from the first day you walked into de classroom you had him wrapped around your finger.

Warnings: Corruption kink, oral (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (the reader is on the pill), creampie (?)

a/n: it’s kinda short and (very) shitty but I swear next part will be better and ✨angsty✨

Taglist: @ncteaxhoe @Inpwrites (i can’t tag you properly for some reason)

corruption m.list.

Two weeks later, Lucas invited you to your very first date as a couple. You hadn’t seen each other a lot, since he wasn’t able to get you a spot in his class. But you figured out it was for the best.

“Hey sweetie, are you ready?” You weren’t used to be called pet names, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it.

“Yes, I’m coming down.” You said as you went down the stairs.

“I’ll be right across the entrance, okay?”

He waited patiently for you inside his car, smiling as he saw your figure running towards the vehicle.

“Hi.” You cheerfully greeted him while leaning in to kiss his cheek.

“I hope you don’t mind staying at my house, I tried my best to make it look like one of those fancy restaurants.” You knew the risks of being seen with him at a public place.

“It’s okay, I rather stay home than going out anyways.”

You ordered Chinese food and ate while watching movies. Lucas complained a lot, he wanted to get you some steak or something expensive, but you genuinely loved fast food.

“What’s next?” You asked after helping him wash the dishes. “Maybe a board game?”

Lucas had planned to do something more...mature, but you looked so exited that he couldn’t help but to nod.

Jenga was the game picked.

“The one who loses has a punishment.”

“Deal.” You smiled.

After thirty minutes of carefully pulling out pieces, you seemed to be about to lose.

“It’s not fair!” You complained, looking at all of your options. “No matter what I pick, it’s gonna fall.”

“That’s too bad.” He faked a pout.

“Damn it.” You cursed after pulling a piece and making the entire tower fall.

“This is gonna be interesting.” He walked all the way to you, extending his hand to help you up. “I want you to take off your clothes.”

All the blood in your sistem went straight to your cheeks.

“I-I didn’t shave.” Lucas’ laugh only made you blush more.

“I was joking.” That wasn’t completely true.

He hugged you tightly, kissing the top of your head fondly.

“As a punishment, you shall give me a thousand kisses.” You lifted your head, looking at his perfectly sculpted face.

Your lips pressed against his repeatedly, making loud noises purposely. He smiled widely, his eyes turning into beautiful half moons.

“That’s alright, sweetie.” He grabbed your waist and kissed the tip of your nose. “Wanna play another round?”

(...)

You hadn’t seen Lucas for about a week. He said something about visiting his parents with his friend -your teacher- Kun. He didn’t know about your relationship yet, but he obviously suspected something.

The days went by faster than you thought they would thanks to Chenle, who’s company was always fun.

“So, are you visiting Mr. Gorgeous today?”

“Yes, and stop calling him that.” You bickered while applying mascara to your eyelashes. Chenle had payed you a visit while you were getting ready.

“Then I’ll go bother my roomate. Use protection!” He got up from your bed, walking out of your room while you blushed intensely.

Lucas welcomed you with a warm hug and lots of kisses.

“I missed my baby so much.” Soon, his kisses turned more passionate, bitting and licking your lips.

“I missed you too.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer if that was even possible. You sucked on his tongue, making his groan into your mouth.

“Bold. I like it.” He pushed you down to the couch, taking control of the kiss. “Your lips are so sweet.” The desire growing in his pants took control over his actions.

Initially, he wanted to wait for your feelings to be as strong as his to have sex with you, but after visiting his parents, he didn’t want to wait any longer.

Grinding against your core, he bit your earlobe. “You like it baby?” With your eyes closed, you nodded. “Use your words.”

“It’s weird.” A moan splipped out of your mouth.

“Is my baby still a virgin?” He knew the answer, nevertheless, hearing it from your own lips only turned him on more.

“Yes.”

“Then I guess I’ll have to play with you for a while.” His hand sneaked inside your jeans, playing with clothed core. “Don’t be shy, sweetie. Let me hear your pretty noises.”

“Xuxi?” You called out hesitantly. His eyes immediately becoming darker. “Can you use your fingers?”

“As you wish, princess.” He moved aside the fabric, his cold fingers tracing your labia. “Seems like you’re not wet enough, am I not making you feel good?” Your answer was cut off by his thumb harshly rubbing your clit. Your mouth was halfway opened, unable to make any sound. “That’s it, baby.” He murmured as his movements became easier due to the lubrication. Without stopping his previous movements, he used his other hand to completely get rid of the clothes on your inferior half. “Let’s go to my room.” You whined at the loss of contact. But he just smiled and carried you all the way to his bedroom.

“Y-your room is nice.” He smiled at your flushed face.

“I made it nice for you.” He gently dropped you at the soft mattress, proceeding to take off the rest of your clothes.

Your hands covered your boobs and your legs were crossed to hide your womanhood. Lucas stroked your exposed skin, wondering how could a human being be so perfect like you.

“Let me see you.” His pleading eyes made your body relax, allowing him to remove the hands from your breasts and untangling your legs.

He didn’t even know were to look. Every part of your body was absolutely perfect, from your angelic face to your pink lower lips, glistening with your juices.

“What a pretty pussy.” Your cheeks were burning while he left feather-light touches over your sensitive skin. “You’re absolutely gorgeous.” He kneeled in front of the bed, directly facing your core. He softly pulled your ankles so you were closer to him. Lucas pecked your lips before licking a stripe of your cunt. “My little girl is so sweet.” You squirmed as he sucked slightly on your sensitive bud.

He was throwing you over the edge with just a few kitten licks. Your mind became completely foggy when he added one of his large fingers, easily stimulating you.

“Sensitive, aren’t we?” You hummed. “Be a good girl and come for me.” You held onto his brown locks, clenching around his finger as you reached an unknown feeling.

“Lucas.” Your breathing was erratic. You felt completely weak, as if all the energy from your body had been drained, nevertheless, yo wanted more of that feeling. “I need you.”

He removed his clothing as fast as he could, aligning his thick, veiny length with your entrance. He pushed inside you slowly, your nails digging into the soft skin of his back.

“It hurts.”

“I know baby, I know.” He tried to kiss the pain away. “The next time it’ll feel better, I promise.”

The pain turned into an uncomfortable feeling, not even close to the pleasure he’d given you with his mouth and finger.

“You can move now.” He kissed your cheek, starting to roll his hips against yours, attempting to make you feel good even though he knew it was almost impossible since it was your first time.

“You feel so good baby.” He moaned. “I love you so much.”

His words were enough to wash the uncomfortableness away, replacing it with warmth.

“I love you too, Xuxi.”

You loved him, that was all he could think of. It didn’t take long for him to shoot his load deep inside you, pulling out to admire his seed dripping out of you.

“Pretty.” You felt empty, completely stretched out. “You wanna take a bath?” You nodded, making grabby hands for him to pick you up. “Let’s get my little baby cleaned up.”

(...)

“Are you gonna stay with me tonight?” He snuggled into your chest, covered by one of his big shirts.

“Of course.”

The doorbell interrupted your sweet moment. Lucas went up to get it and asked you to stay in his room.

“Hey dude.” Kun was at his front door, carrying a bag full of beers and chips. “I really feel like getting drunk tonight.” Before Lucas could even say anything, his friend was already taking his shoes off and entering the small apartment. “Can you lend me some clothes? Mine smell like sweat.” He approached the door of the bedroom.

“No!” Lucas screamed, startling you. You opened the door, completely oblivious to the situation.

“Is everything okay...?” The figure of your other teacher was right in front of you, completely pale.

“Shit, Lucas.”

[oh-boy-me]

All the brothers have obviously wanted a pet at some point (with their enthusiasm (at some point) of wanting a doggo) //what animal would each brother prefer and what does that say about their personality??

Lucifer:

Lucifer has a dog.  This much is canon.  And Cerberus is baby.

If he were to get another pet, though, would a dog be his top choice?  Probably not.  Lucifer is often not home, and when he is home he is very busy.  It’s not fair to the dog, or to his brothers who would inevitably have to take care of it in his stead.

So hear me out.  Lucifer.  With a chinchilla.  Two chinchillas, because they get lonely.

Chinchillas prefer to take care of themselves, but aren’t against some quality time with their owner.  Lucifer can have the best of both worlds.

He’s gonna spoil them so much too, chinchilla enclosure?  Sorry, did you mean the tiny village he has set up for them?  Their dust bath looks like a tiny sauna.  Expensive food.  More treats than he knows he should allow.  These rodents are in the lap of luxury.

What this says about him: Lucifer is a giver who enjoys spoiling his loved ones.  He also really likes fluffy things poof poof chinchilla floof enjoys simple luxury.

Mammon:

Mammon has a lot of attitude, so a pet with just as much attitude really (literally) speaks to him.

Something that he could consider his sidekick, something that will sit on his shoulder and annoy everyone but him.  Something that he could train to pickpocket be his little partner in crime.

That’s right.  A cockatiel.  A cockatoo would be nice too but he is not equipped to take care of a cockatoo.

He is prepared for the inevitable “which of you is smarter” jokes.  (He is smarter, thank you very much.)  He’s going to have the smartest pet, so his brothers can suck it.  He’d like to see Lucifer’s pets slip that grimm coin into Mammon’s back pocket.  That’s right.  He trained her to do that.

He and the bird are best friends, that much is clear as day.

What this says about him: Mammon is outgoing and values companionship.  He loves for someone to be excited to see him.

Leviathan:

Levi may have Henry 2.0 the goldfish, but reptiles are still where his heart truly lies.

As such, another snake would be his first choice to add to his pet arsenal.

Snakes literally just do their own thing, but they’ll also hang out with you and wear funny hats.

Levi also likes hiding in his room and sticks his tongue out frequently, and, y’know, his symbolic animal is a serpent, so he and snakes?  They get each other.

Sometimes Asmo leaves his pet with Levi for a while so it can swim around.

What this says about him: Leviathan prefers to stick to what is familiar to him.  Physically being together is more important to him than doing something together.

Satan:

Satan wants a cat with all his heart, and that really is the best pet for him.

Cats are very affectionate and need a lot of love, but they’re more independent than a dog, so Satan can go off and do Satan things without worrying about his kitty.

Lots of reading with a cat curled up on his lap.  Actually, no matter where he is in the House of Lamentation, the cat seems to be there.  They’re inseparable.

He’s also the de-facto babysitter of any and all animals in the house.  He just.  He loves them.

What this says about him: Satan values trust and mutual respect.  Like Levi, he prefers being together over doing together.

Asmodeus:

Asmo wants, no, needs a pet that can both keep his attention and look fabulous in photos with him.

And what better pet for that job than a noodle mustelid?  It can lay across his shoulders, and they’re so active and fun to watch!  He can feel the Devilgram traffic already.

His two most likely choices are a ferret, which is easier and nicer but also smells quite pungent, or a mink, which is much more exotic and has more color variation but can be very mean and bites REALLY hard.  (Check with your local laws to see if minks are even legal where you live, kiddos.)

Don’t misunderstand, though, just because Asmo chose his pet with clout in mind doesn’t mean that he doesn’t take really good care of and love it with all his heart.

What this says about him: Asmo looks after himself, but he doesn’t sacrifice others in the process.  He trends towards “everybody wins” situations.

Beelzebub:

Beel and a dog would vibe so well, I don’t think there was ever any question here.

He can sneak it food (or at least try; it’ll go to himself in the end), go on runs with it, play fight, CUDDLE?  Get this puppy a puppy of his own.

Big dogs are the best kind for him, something massive and fluffy that he can push his face into and engulf in bear hugs.

If Belphie wants to use his pup as a pillow then that’s totally ok too, just another reason why Beel would want a big dog.

What this says about him: Beel has a personality filled with sunshine and unconditional love.  He likes to feel needed and loved in return.

Belphegor:

Hamsters sleep all day and bite people who try to handle them poorly.  Belphegor is a hamster.

Really the choice for a hamster boils down to the fact that they’ll be awake at the same time.  He isn’t going to be able to wake up to play with a diurnal critter, so he’s not going to create a situation where neither he nor his pet is happy.

He could also have something like a stick bug, but you can’t watch a stick bug stuff seeds into its cheeks faster than Beel does.

When they’re both awake, he does enjoy holding and playing with the little guy.  It does still bite him at times, however.

What this says about him: Belphie is less inclined to accommodate for others than most of his brothers.  He prefers company that compliments his nature and schedule.

Masterlist

[prurientpuddlejumper]

Guerrerita, Part 2

K!nktober 2020 Kink Bingo!: Cunnilingus

<- Part 1 | Part 3 ->

Summary: Nevada is extremely turned on after you violently came to his rescue, and he’s going to have to reward you right there in the alley. 

Warnings: NSFW, semi-public sex, mild injuries sustained from brawling, and some rather filthy Dominican swears I googled

For @thatesqcrush​’s Kink Bingo challenge!

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Nevada held onto you, still feeling the rage boiling inside and unsure if you’d take off after that man like a raging wolverine if he let you go. He turned you to face him, peppering kisses onto your hair and your forehead as you struggled to calm your breathing. Very gently, delicately, he kissed the inflamed skin on your bruise. Then, even more delicately, he brushed the skin he had kissed with his thumb, wiping red flecks of blood away, and wiped his own lip off on his sleeve.

“Oh, Vada...” your eyes grew large and soft. You lifted a careful hand to his cheek as you examined his bleeding lip and black and blue eye. A proud grin beamed back at you.

“Hey, we have matching shiners now?” he asked like it was the most hilarious thing ever.

The look of concern dropped off your face. “I can’t leave you alone for five minutes,” you scolded. His eyes were shining with such roguish delight, you gasped in realization, “Did you plan for all this to happen?”

He scoffed, finally letting go his hold on you to put up his hands. “De ninguna manera! Venga, how would I have planned this? I’m not psychic.” 

When you first finished your match, the punch you’d taken didn’t look like it was going to bruise up so badly, and going out to dinner genuinely seemed like a nice thing to do. You were something else—a sweet thing, but with this wild side you hid from the world. That side of you was all his, but he wanted to prove he could be part of your other life, too. The life he knew almost nothing about.

Had he, however, when the bruise started to darken, leaned into his suspicious behavior hoping to give off the wrong impression just so something like this might happen? Had he been surprised by how bothered he was seeing you uncomfortable in your own sexy skin, and intentionally tried to piss you off enough to bring out your fire? 

Maybe. 

It was certainly no accident that he left himself wide open to attack the moment you stepped out. He knew you’d come running in time. You were always a reliable bodyguard, and watching you work was better than porn.

That fire was in your eyes now, adrenaline pumping through you as you caught your breath.

“That was so fucking hot, mami,” he growled. “On your knees, now. Fuck.” He pointed to the concrete at his feet. You dropped to your knees and he quickly unbuckled his belt, and freed his cock, already red and throbbing from watching you fight. He smacked it against your lips. “I want you to suck me off, right here.”

You leaned forward, grabbing his sturdy thighs for support, and parted your lips around his warm, salty cockhead, his pulse strong under your tongue. Your cheeks burned from doing something so public—the alley was dark and abandoned, but anybody might come out of the restaurant door, or walk in from the street to investigate all the shouting from a moment ago. But you weren’t feeling particularly shy right now, and it was hard to tell if you were nervous, or just keyed-up from from adrenaline. 

Slowly sliding forward, you opened your throat and took his shaft as deep as you could until your nose was buried in his dark hairs and you had to fight not to gag, then pulled all the way back, teasing your tongue over the large vein running up the length of his cock. There was something strangely comforting about having his large cock in your mouth that helped you calm down. You bobbed on him rhythmically, imagining how degrading the scene would look to anyone who saw you—giving a blowjob to a seedy criminal in a filthy back alley next to a dumpster. It made your cunt twitch, dripping with arousal as you moaned around his cock. You were pretty sure your parents had specifically warned you that if you made the wrong life choices, you’d end up giving blowjobs to drug dealers. You wished they could see you now.

Nevada’s long fingers, capable of unspeakable violence, and even now glowing pink from landing several vicious punches on his attacker, caressed over your hair in an affectionate, possessive gesture. He gave a light tug to make you look up and meet his eyes. “Such a good girl, mi guerrerita. So loyal. You could snap me in half, but you’d do anything I ask, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, papi,” you released his erection to answer.

“I didn’t tell you stop, did I?” he snapped, his words clipped, but his eyes playful.

You cocked your head and raised your eyebrows at him defiantly, but he just mirrored your expression, impatiently waiting until you resumed servicing him. You closed your mouth around his cock, fluttering your tongue around the sensitive crown of his head. He chucked at your obedience, the noise only lasting a moment before breaking down into groans of pleasure. God, you were so good, he wanted to do something for you… but at this rate it wouldn’t take long for him to finish, not with his head still dizzy from the fight, the pain swelling in his cheek heightening the pleasure between his legs, and not with the way you were working that skilled mouth on his cock. 

He didn’t try to draw it out. Now that he decided what he was going to do, he raced toward his climax with selfless abandon, thrusting roughly into your mouth. He jerked his hips hard enough to make you gag, but you just hollowed your cheeks and sucked him harder the more he fucked your face, and he relished your determination as much as the sputtering noises he won. One powerful thrust hit the back of your throat, almost enough to make you tap out, but you held on to his thighs with an iron grip. One more, and he exhaled sharply and left himself buried in your mouth up to his balls, and you were rewarded with hot bitter liquid spilling down the back of your throat.

“Swallow all of that, princesa. We’re at a nice restaurant. You gotta clean up.”

You swallowed, milking every last drop of seed from his cock as you slowly drew back, giving the head an extra lick to make sure you cleaned up everything before he zipped himself back up and re-fastened his belt. You stood up and brushed off your dress. Your knees were obviously dirty and raw, but you were strangely turned on by the idea of everyone in the restaurant knowing you were out there sucking his cock. Though you’d have to hold yourself with a little more confidence so people didn’t really get the wrong idea about Nevada… but that didn’t feel like it would be a problem anymore. After everything tonight, you felt powerful, and didn’t give a fuck what anyone thought.

“Ah-ah-ah, where do you think you’re going?” he said as you began to walk toward the restaurant door.

“Our food? I don’t know if they’re going to let us back to our table after making a scene, but we have to pay the bill.”

“It can wait,” he took your hand and pulled you back, closing his arms around you. This close, his breath smelled of the cigarettes he was constantly trying, and failing, to quit, and his eyes had that dangerous brightness of a thunderstorm about to break. “That was very selfish of me ¿no te parece? You’re the one who deserves a reward, mi fuerte, dulce, cuero loco.” 

He slowly slid his hand over your ass, circling lower over the tight fabric that left little to the imagination. You squirmed in his arms, unconsciously trying to get him to touch more, directing his hand lower to where you still ached to be filled.

“Against the wall.” He shoved you toward the brick surface with a hungry growl.

You bent over, sticking your ass out for him, and he hummed in approval, and brought his palm down on it for a casual spank. Then he ran his hand down the curve of your bottom again, this time lifting the hem of your skirt as his hand came back up.

“Lucky you’re wearing such a slutty outfit. Makes this much easier,” he purred. “Barely anything there. I wonder what you got for panties.” He pulled the dress over your ass, and grinned at the tiny lacy thing you had on.

“Who’s this for?” he asked, cocking a brow as if he didn’t already know the answer.

“For you.”

“Really?” His smile was predatory now, slowly exposing the tips of his teeth.

You swallowed, your cunt beginning to throb at the dangerous promise in his voice. “Yes, Trujillo. I thought you’d like it. I wanted to… to excite you.”

He laughed at that, and your confidence faltered. It was a more vulnerable confession than he realized—that tomboyish you was trying to look sexy—and he laughed. The sharp pang in your chest soothed a moment later when you realized he wasn’t being cruel. 

“Princesa, what you just did was exciting. Nobody excites me more than you.” He leaned close into your ear and added in a thick whisper, “but I don’t mind you dressing like dirty slut for me, if you want.” 

You turned your head and kissed him, his lips too temptingly close to resist. He groaned with pleasure and melted into it, more affectionate than the teasing dominant part he was playing. There was his usual smoky flavor, the dark sweetness of wine from dinner, a coppery taste of blood. You gasped and pulled back, worried about hurting him, but his broken lips chased you to press another gentle kiss to your mouth. Turning you in his arms to face him and pinning your back against the wall, he dropped the performance and the dirty talk, and for a long while, just kissed you tenderly like there was nothing else in the world he wanted to do.

Then a finger pushed aside your flimsy panties and slipped into your pussy. He growled deep in his chest, his words barely hoarse breaths, possessive and cocky. “Who are you so wet for?”

“You, Trujillo,” you breathed, heart thudding.

“That’s my good girl,” he said, placing one more chaste kiss to your lips, before dropping to his knees between your feet. He met your eyes, sliding the finger deeper inside you as he leaned forward to taste you. “And a good girl like you deserves to come, doesn’t she?”

He bunched up your skirt just above your hips and told you to hold it for him, and you did, fingers gripping into the fabric as his tongue began working wet circles into your clit. There was none of his usual teasing kisses to your inner thighs or marking them with bites. Tonight you were already past foreplay. He was selfish enough taking his pleasure first; now he knelt at your feet, fully devoted to rewarding you. 

“Sucking my dick got you so hot,” he groaned into your cunt, making perverse slurping noises as he lapped up your arousal.

“I didn’t tell you stop,” you teased through hitched breaths. 

He groaned in response, strong hands gripping your thighs and pulling you down harder until you were practically sitting on his face as he ate you out. Without warning, he plunged a second finger into you, sending such a ripple of pleasure through your body you cried out, high and echoing through the narrow alley walls. You clamped a hand to your mouth just in time to smother another choked cry as he laughed, the sudden convulsive movement setting off another wave of heat in your lower body.

“Careful. We wouldn’t want anyone to hear you and get curious,” he smirked, risking your wrath to remove his mouth from you long enough to speak between flicks of his tongue. You growled as you realized now he was going to try his hardest to make you moan, but the noise dissolved into a strangled sob as he followed through with his plan, fucking you hard with his fingers as he engulfed your clit in his mouth and sucked it.

It became a battle of wills—you trying to stay quiet, and him lifting your thigh over his shoulder to spread you wider and attack your sensitive heat with more passion. The alley was an echo chamber of his hungry, lustful growls as he greedily consumed your cunt, your heavy breathing assailed at the edges by soft whimpers threatening to break into ear-splitting wails of ecstasy if you didn’t use all your will beating them back, and the wet smacking sounds of his fingers driving into your twitching, begging flesh. He only broke his mouth’s relentless assault in brief intervals to murmur words of praise that only served to drop your guard and allow fuller-voiced whimpers to slip out.

“You could crush me between these thighs, guerrerita, and I would die happy,” he said, running a hand up the soft underside of the muscular leg slung over his back, flattening his tongue for a broad, soft stroke. “Coño, you’re so beautiful. Come for papi,” he urged, sucking your clit harder, and your whimpering grew louder. Every muscle in your body was burning like a fire and you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Fuck!” you gasped, taking your hand from your mouth and snarling it through Nevada’s heavily-slicked hair. You arched your back, bucking your hips into his mouth as the burning in your muscles coalesced into one single, white-hot point between your legs, and then exploded outward through every extremity as a scream tore from your throat. You held onto his hair, keeping control of his head as you rode out the aftershocks of your climax on his face, chanting, “Vada… Vada…” while his tongue gently soothed your swollen clit, his fingers slowing their thrusts to savor the fluttering of your inner walls around them. You heaved out a shaking breath and sunk back against the wall. 

Nevada sprang up to catch you just in time as your trembling legs gave way, turning to jelly as all of the tension and adrenaline of the past hour left your body all at once. He gathered you up against him, and you felt safe in his arms.

How ridiculous, you thought—feeling so safe and protected as your breathing shook against his chest. Your eyes focused hazily on the gold crucifix resting there with you. It was ridiculous for many reasons. You were his bodyguard, charged with protecting him, not the other way around. He was a criminal with a brutal reputation; if you ever crossed him, or even if you didn’t, he was just as likely to stab you in the back, and not metaphorically. Right? He was trouble. Not the kind of man you should ever trust with your weaknesses. And yet, his steady arms had caught you, and his heartbeat sounded so so human pounding away behind his rib cage.

“Let’s get you home,” he murmured, stroking your hair. “You’re a mess.”

You glanced up and nearly laughed when you saw how much he’d destroyed his bruised lips by eating you out with such intensity, and that his eye was already swelling up worse than yours. But you figured when he said “you” he really meant “we, but my ego is huge.”

He started leading you back to where his driver was waiting with the Escalade, but you dragged your feet and glanced back at the alley door. “Wh-what about the bill?”

“I’m the fucking King of the Heights. You think I’m gonna clutch my pearls about dining and dashing?” He gave you a raised-eyebrow look. “Anyway, those uptight mamaguevos would rather pay us to not go back inside after everyone south of the George Washington heard you coming.”

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[kirstinmaldonado]

CHAPTER ELEVEN 2.0

I got the bamboo in my backyard trimmed yesterday, like the proper adult I am. Though it’s now lost that unkept, tropical, “we could be anywhere” vibe (ya know with my suuuuper cool inflatable pool and all that staycation “make the most of it” stuff…), I’m happy that it looks cleaner overall and clears the power lines that it was getting dangerously close to..

Yet in a way, it feels bittersweet! Sweet to premeditate issues and be on the safe side, but bitter to snip away bits of its voice. Within the past few weeks, the unbridled bamboo would whistle and screech in the wind as if weeping for the bloodshed and violence that I’d also been weeping over for days. I’d lie awake at night, desperately trying to empty my brain that was already filled to the brim, but just couldn’t rest while nature literally knocked on my door.

On one of those windier nights the bamboo tapped on my bedroom window, firstly scaring the shit out of me, as if trying to lure me outside whispering secrets. My brain was an absolute mess trying to compartmentalize my thoughts and feelings amidst everything going on. The sound of its erratic movement stirred my anxiety, and I sat alone in the dark trying to decompress, but kind of nervous of its foreboding presence. I felt like a child, hearing and seeing shadows in the night. I even joked to the very asleep Ben that the wind sounded truly angry, for it wasn’t a peaceful sigh like bamboo so often does but harsh, abrupt shrieks demanding attention.

Well, Nature, you got me! I hear you!

A few days ago I walked through not one, but four different plant nurseries. Laugh if you want, but the Nursery Crawl starting at 11am was not on my to-do for that day, and no did not involve any adult beverage. I was so happy to be amongst the innocence of nature, the stillness, the beauty. 

Although I left the good boys alone longer than they’ve been used to since quarantine, I had to get out of my house and the consistent circling of helicopters. My house didn’t feel right. My backyard didn’t feel right. Nothing familiar felt right and I didn’t want to run away, but I just needed a moment to really clear my head in a space that felt unadulterated and open.

The flowers, the succulents, the trees, even the little peaceful water machines grounded me back from reeling. I walked aimlessly through the gardens, picking whatever sparked my eye, asking questions, and laughably came home with a car packed full of plants!

I’ll admit, I’ve barely been able to keep a Chia Pet alive in the past and I’ve accidentally killed anything and everything that doesn’t make noise (aka I don’t have a natural green thumb). Give me a succulent, I’m too overbearing and nervous and overwater it. Give me a plant, I forget to water her enough!  

This time is different though, you guys! I’ve obviously been doing my research and trying to re-home and love on them in the best way possible, and of course anything is easier to look after if you’re around and literally home in one place, but it also just feels so good to pour love in to something and watch it grow. I’ve even been propagating (I want you all to look that up because I had no idea what it meant a few weeks ago, haha)!

The patience and nurture it takes, the excitement when you see it root, is as lame as it sounds SO COOL. Nature is insanely beautiful and fascinating. If one would just take the time to listen, to nurture, to understand we could reap the benefits synonymously, without one taking advantage of the other. I think the best thing I’ve found in quarantine is that I want to be using and connecting with my hands: growing, cooking, painting, writing, creating. Being one hundred percent involved in the work I am putting out. CONNECTING with the work I am doing.

The past few weeks, this whole quarantine, as you know have been transformative. I feel like I’ve been shedding skin of old habits, of past hurt, of feelings or situations that I brushed aside that I am just now uncovering and understanding their brevity. Noticing scars of old burns I’d rather kept forgotten.

I feel like I was hurt and demoralized for years, so draped myself in a safety blanket of contentment, cruising happily and not pushing any major button because I was tired of conflict, anger, hate, and fear. I was blessed and happy thinking how a thousand horrible situations turned out a-okay, even brought the most amazing people in to my life, and that I was better and happy for it. I preached to be bright and positive, but was preaching it in hopes I’d latch on and the positivity would give me strength to face my days. I could wear my silence like a badge of honor, and thank the heavens that I somehow held it together.

I don’t want to be silent anymore.

I can’t, anymore.

By saying that, I also don’t intend to be irrationally brash and I’d never want to step over voices that should be lifted to be heard not spoken over. 

By saying this, I just mean I don’t want to wear my safety blanket anymore. I’m not afraid to stand up for what I believe is right. I think back a few years to the music and distant voices that soothed my soul (shoutout to my queen, Sara B). I remember in my darkest times wishing I could put in to words how I felt, the quiver of my tiny voice as I tried to stand up for myself, and wishing that someone would have just stood up for me.

That’s all I needed. An ally. A real one. Someone to be on my side. Someone to see I was suffering, and unjustly, and even at bare minimum just notice. Just open their eyes, and SEE and try to do something about it.

Again, if you really truly see, and don’t try to close your eyes, how can you sleep knowing what you saw? How can you make cruelty in any form okay?

So...has my voice gotten louder? Yes.

Has it gotten stronger? Yes.

Have I lost thousands of followers, after posts saying people should be judged on the caliber of their heart and not the color of their skin and that everyone should grow up being accepted and loved? Yes.

And I don’t care. It’s a shame, but if the above is something you don’t believe, I may be the wrong person to pour your attention in to anyway. That is said with all the love in the world.

Maybe it’s just all the La Casa de Papel I’ve been watching. Maybe it’s seeing everything with my new eyes. Maybe I’ve just been comfortably sleeping and praying that I can live in a world without conflict, knowing very well in my core that although I’d never intend to incite, I can’t brush off the bad like it doesn’t exist.

My past has made me stronger, my platform makes me accessible, so I must try to plant little seeds of goodness along the way and do everything I can as an ally for people’s rights to live, love, and be accepted for who they are. I am not perfect. I never will be. I believe I express myself well, but I’m listening and learning every day and will continue to do so. All I know is this.

I will stand by you when you are feeling down or oppressed, because you and everyone deserves to be treated with respect and love.

Yes, you.