#but it popped into my head and I'm like. hm. send post.

[broodwolf221]

beebomb as a ship name for dagna/sera

[yurishots]

CAFE AU ━ o. miya

GENRE ━ fluff + the smallest amount of angst

WC ━ 770

Ever since Osamu has aged and settled into his new life as a shop and home owner, it seems like couples have been miraculously popping up everywhere he looks. He would be lying if he said he didn’t feel a bit of loneliness seeing couples in booths sharing the food he made. Him being a romantic never helped either—the fantasy of seeing his s/o after a long day at Onigiri Miya plagued his mind constantly, as well as the domestic feeling of coming home knowing that someone will be there waiting for him. 

The brunette began to put himself out there more, but not like his blonde counterpart. It was more subtle; making more conversation with his patrons and posting a little more on instagram. He became a fanatic for a short while—constantly stalking his notifications and dm requests even though he knew there would be nothing new. He contemplated giving up on the whole romance act, maybe it's a luxury only certain people can have. 

Sighing for the fifth time this morning, Osamu shoves his phone into his back pocket. A past friend of his posted some pictures from his wedding. “Must be nice,” he mumbles under his breath. After washing his hands, he prepares to head to the back before hearing a delicate voice break the silence of his early morning shift. 

“Hi, can I get a coffee?” Osamu froze as he heard the voice of this customer, he’s never heard anything like it. He looks up to see a smile adorning your face as you wait for him to confirm the order. The shop owner hopes he doesn’t look stupid as he quickly wipes his hands on his apron and clears his throat. 

Osamu quirked up his brow in curiosity,”just a coffee?” The request was quite vague, there’s a million coffees in the world, he’s not a mind reader after all. 

“What kind? we carry a bunch of flavors y’know!” He watched as an amused expression took over your face as you listened to him. 

“Well, I actually don’t know since your menu up there is quite empty.” Osamu looked up at the digital menu screen above him to realize that it is indeed—blank. a wave of embarrassment washes over him as he grabs the remote off the counter behind him and presses the on button. The menu soon lit up with a bunch of options for you to continue your less detailed coffee order from earlier. 

“I'm really sorry about that,” his face feels flushed from the embarrassment of the moment and because of the sound of your laughter entering his ears. 

“It's fine, I'll take an espresso.” Osamu nodded as he entered your order into the system in front of him. “And your name?” You looked up quickly with a small ‘hm?’ and gave him your name, “Y/n L/n.” The tapping noise resumed as he typed in your name, smiling softly at the fact he knows you a little bit more. As you leave the counter to find a seat, the shop begins to fill up slowly as people come in for breakfast. 

Usually Osamu calls out his customer’s names for them to grab their items, but he felt as if you deserved the delivery. He calms his nerves before walking over to your table by the window, “Here you go Y/n,” he says softly as he hands you your mug, telling you to be careful because it's hot. He slowly retreats back to his spot behind the counter to make the orders since his coworker has shown up to take them. Watching you out of the corner of his eye, he smiles seeing that you’re enjoying your drink as you gaze out the window. “Osamu!” His co worker snapped to get his attention, the amount of drinks he had to prepare had piled up. Sending her an apologetic look, he got back to work. 

After making and sending off the last coffee, he looked over to where you were sitting to see an empty table with a lonely mug. Osamu sucked his teeth, he planned on asking you if you enjoyed it. As he walked over to the table to clean it, he noticed a slip of paper poking out from under the mug. He grabbed it and read its contents. 

“Y/n L/n: XXX-XXX-XXXX. here’s my number, I’d like to talk to you some more. P.S: I saw you staring at me ;p.” 

Smiling to himself, he pocketed the note and cleaned up the previously occupied table. Maybe this romance thing isn’t so hard after all. 

[banggyu0308]

genre: internet strangers to lovers, idol au, smut

warnings: nsfw under the cut, not very coherent, slutty yeonjun, dom!yeonjun, sexting, choking kink, pet names (baby), praise, drinking (they don't get THAT drunk, alright guys?), one night stand-ish, degradation, unprotected sex, breeding kink, handholding, cursing, dacryphilia, yeonjun lurks on social media TT, reader is bold ASF, not proofread

wc: 2.5k+

an: tysm for the username help @itgirlgyu TT + this is just for the delulus + @beomsl MEL YOU REMEMBER WHEN WE TALKED ABT PART OF THIS???? + i might title this later but who knows!!

taglist: @full-sunnies , @agustdiv1ne

yeonjun who likes to wear his tank tops to show off, loves heading onto moa twitter and tumblr after lives just to see the fandom having a meltdown... especially hard stan social media, watching all the comments and photos of himself show up. he likes being in control like this, having the power to make everyone else go crazy just by wearing something else that day.

he scrolls and scrolls and one specific post pops up, it's community labeled and when he clicks 'keep reading', he can see why; pretty tits on display from the original poster, comments in the tags all about how she's all his, and he's not very surprised to feel himself growing hard in his pants. yeonjun eyes the username, ready to click the blue-fonted 'follow' button, but it's already gone, and his eyes widen to see that it's an account he's been following and interacting with for a while. that fact only makes it better, and he's clicking to his chat with you before he can even think it through what he's about to do.

yawnchoi you look really pretty in that new post...

yn what can i say? yeonjun brings out a special part of me 😭

yawnchoi im very sure he feels the exact same

yn in my dreams 😭 don't fuel my deluluness

yawnchoi i'm being very serious right now

yn mhm mhm sureeee and how would YOU know? 😑

yawnchoi ajksdbwsjdhbw maybe this wasn't a good idea

yn WHAT wasn't a good idea, hm? 🤨

yawnchoi baby all i'm trying to do is figure out how to word that i'm yeonjun 😭

yn i do not believe you for one moment

yawnchoi i'll send a pic that i would never, ever post and you can even reverse image search it or whatever or i could send a video, im not messing around baby

yn go ahead then ;-;

yawnchoi [sent a photo]

yn alright so yeonjun would definitely never post a photo of him in his boxers in bed so imma need that video 🙏

yawnchoi [sent a video]

yn oh. oh holy shit choi yeonjun has seen my tits- NOT ONLY HAS HE SEEN MY TITS HE LIKES THEM- one sec imma need to process haha im totally not hyperventilating haha

yn alright im back hi haha

yawnchoi helloooo 👋

yn wow. alright. so. uh. how do i ask this- you wanna see more tit pics?

yawnchoi THAT WAS SO BOLD HELP ME- but yes pleaseeee

yn [sent a photo]

yawnchoi oh baby- holy shit you're so pretty 🥺

yn thanks jjunie kwsnbdwjkd im still like- going crazy rn yawnchoi thats cute baby :((

yn wjhbswhjdhj so- since you've seen my tits i wanna see you again :(( preferably your dick but haha

yawnchoi yeah? pretty baby wants to see my dick?

yn kjwbshwjdbhe yes please?

yawnchoi asking so nicely... alright baby~ [sent a photo]

yn oh 😳 oh fuck alright sjbdsewjh wanna touch :((

yawnchoi me or yourself, baby?

yn well, both, but only one can happen, right? so me-

yawnchoi go ahead, can i see? yn alright 😳 [sent a video]

yawnchoi baby's so pretty :(( wanna see you cum for me <3

yn [sent a video] would be better if you were here :( want you to touch me so bad wjbwjhdbe

yawnchoi can fly you into korea if you want...

yn YOU'RE KISSING *KIDDING

yawnchoi i'm notttttttt dekjbdekj pretty cunt's got me all horny :((

yn i don't even care if it's a one night stand choi fucking yeonjun's gonna fly me out to korea to fuck me heck yeah

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and he does. books a flight last minute for the next day, from your country to seoul, puts on a pair of sunglasses and his least conspicuous outfit, and drives to the airport. he isn't THAT nervous- it's not like he thinks you're gonna murder him.

and when you walk out of the airport building with nothing but a backpack with you, looking around and waving slightly when you see him, his heart quickens just a little. (and NOT just because he's seen you naked).

you decide to sit in the back of his car for no reason other than you want to, and maybe a little bit because you can't exactly handle looking at him straight on quite yet.

to your surprise, there's no awkward small talk, just him getting straight to the point and saying all the members are out of the dorm currently, but, ever the gentleman, he says since you flew a long way, you can sleep a little bit first and he won't bother you.

your whole body is on alert and you find yourself thinking that there's no way you'd be able to sleep now. it's one thing to sext someone knowing they're an idol- another to actually be in the car with them, on your way to where they live, and knowing you're going to actually fuck them.

yeonjun politely takes your bag when you get out of the car, and when his fingers wrap around the strap, his hand brushes yours slightly. you internally feel like you might faint- you hadn't actually prepared yourself for this, and now he was touching you and he feels real and you knew he was real but now it just feels extra.

holding your bag, he opens the door to the dorm, leading you in before following, taking you into his room and placing your bag down on the floor next to his bed. every single action that takes him closer to you makes your face grow hot, the bed dipping slightly under your weight when you sit down. the sheets are soft, but your mind barely registers it, focusing instead on the fact that you are in yeonjun's bed.

he opens his mouth to say something, and you panic, cutting him off quickly with a wry grin and a statement. "i might need some alcohol in my system before we do anything else."

yeonjun raises his eyebrows in the slightest, a little surprised, but he also gets it. he's pretty sure both his body and his mind want you way too much right now, but he's so nervous he might not do anything. his hands are twisted in his lap and he quickly realizes and sits on them instead before standing.

he leads you to the kitchen, getting himself a can of beer and letting you pour yourself a couple shots of vodka. you know your limits- it's just enough for you to get a little tipsy and stop overthinking everything.

knocking one back, you enjoy the burn in your throat before taking the second. the slight buzz under your skin makes you smile slightly, leaning against the counter while he takes long sips of his own drink. it's obvious he wants this to pick up, so you busy yourself messing with his shirt just a little while he drinks. you slip your fingers under his sleeve, mindlessly rubbing your fingertips back and forth over his skin. you can tell he remembered your comments the previous day about his arms, basing his outfit around that.

he has another tank top on today, arms flexing when he brings the can to his lips to take another sip, and you move your hands a little farther down to rest on his chest. this time, when he lowers the can, his lips are a little wet from the drink and you can't help but press a messy kiss to them, licking the liquid off. yeonjun lets out a slight hiss when your tongues meet, left hand reaching behind him to place the can on the counter.

the alcohol must really be working already because you're both stumbling to his room, messily tugging each other's clothes off, and yeonjun leaves a line of wet hickeys up your neck. each and every touch of his skin on yours makes you feel fire burn a trail across your body, but it's in a way that makes you almost absolutely sure that it's not just because he's one of your celebrity crushes, or because you're a little drunk.

yeonjun's movements are so rushed that in seconds he's on top of you, his own shirt off, pants quick to follow once you tug at them. your hands find way to his newly-lightened hair when his lips and tongue meet yours again, a different kind of intoxication weaving itself up and over each of your limbs, the kind of intoxication that makes you want to live and breathe this man.

"want you," he whispers, cheeks pink from the alcohol, his eyes slightly glazed when he looks into yours, and the way he says it makes your cheeks grow hot again.

"go ahead then, 'm all yours," you exhale in response, trying to ignore the way your heart twinges at your own words. this is just a one time thing, you have to remind yourself.

but yeonjun's eyes light up and he presses another kiss to your lower lip, one hand moving between your legs to part them. his eyes lower to your cunt, and you can feel the way your underwear are sticking to your pussy. you'd chosen to wear white underwear today and you're pretty sure they're see-through by now, drenched completely from all the feelings yeonjun's touch is sending through you.

"all mine?" yeonjun mumbles, eyes wide. and when you nod, he smirks slightly. "love your cunt so much, i might just take you right now." your own eyes widen and yeonjun can feel your breath hitch. "but you'd like that, wouldn't you? pretty slut would love her jjunie taking her raw, would love to have me cum inside..."

you suck in a breath through your teeth at his words, nodding quickly, spread out on the bed beneath him. your mouth tastes like alcohol and yeonjun, and your brain tries to forget how he so flippantly called himself your jjunie.

"jjun, just, just fuck me, please?" you whimper out when he rubs a fingertip over your clothed cunt.

"baby asked so nicely, might as well give her what she wants," he coos, tugging off his boxers only once he slides your underwear down your legs. "promise you'll let me taste you next time?"

you nod, too distracted by the fact that he's already planning a 'next time' in his head to realize that he wants to eat you out, but by the time you understand, he has the tip of his cock pressed to your entrance, other hand holding yours as he slowly pushes in. the gesture feels sweet, romantic even, and you let your eyes fall shut when he pauses his movements.

yeonjun's body is pressed flush to yours in a way that allows him to brush his fingers over your neck, skin smooth against you. his hand wraps loosely around your neck and his breath is hot on your cheek when he whispers, "is this okay?"

you nod once more, only because the combination of the alcohol and his body on you is making your brain so fuzzy you can't think clear enough to speak. yeonjun hums lightly and experiments with his grip, making you gasp a little when he also hits your g-spot. he lets out a hiss when your already-tight walls tighten further around him.

he'd had a feeling that you'd feel like heaven around him, just because of the fact you had stated you were only able to fit two fingers inside yourself, but he had obviously underestimated all the sensations that were going to overwhelm him like they are now. every movement of his hips towards yours makes him fight to control the tremble of his body. your hand is linked with the one he doesn't have around your neck and every time he buries himself completely inside you, your hand tightens just a little around his.

he's losing himself just a little, hand still laced with yours, pace quickening until jolty, broken, high pitched moans are the only sound leaving you. yeonjun can't help but smirk at that, hoisting one leg over his shoulder. "fucking pussy is so perfect, almost like it's made for me, taking me so well... might just keep you here, my personal little cumslut, could bring you on tour with us, fuck you every night in the hotel room, how'd you like that, hm?"

his rhythm is so brutal you're choking on your words by now, broken sobs slipping through your parted lips, tears filling your waterline and then slipping down your cheeks, mixing with the slight mascara you'd put on this morning and making your face a mess. yeonjun likes it too, the way he's so easily able to get you like this, just a few words from his lips and you're crying.

he can't help but tell you this with a mocking pout on his lips that turns into yet another smirk, chuckling when all you can do is whimper incoherently. yeonjun kisses you gentle enough to make up for his harsh words though, he's only trying to make you feel good, and he knows you like it when he talks down to you.

one hand still around your neck, the other moves from your hand to your waist, and he's only fucking into you harder when you whine out that you're close. his lips catch yours again when you gasp out his name, gummy walls fluttering around his dick as your whole body shakes from the force of your orgasm, yeonjun's fingertip rubbing at your clit making you convulse under him.

yeonjun bites back a little moan and lowers his lips to your ear again. "can i cum in you, baby? let me make you mine?"

you can't tell if he's just saying it in the heat of the moment, but you nod, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside you.

he bites his lip slightly, only losing control completely when you lick up the side of his neck and bite a splotchy hickey onto his neck. his warm cum fills you as he mumbles out a string of curses mixed with your name against your neck.

yeonjun practically collapses on you once he pulls out but lets himself take a second to marvel at how pretty you look right now, mascara leaking down your cheeks and neck, his cum and yours leaking from your swollen, abused cunt.

you let him wrap his arms around your form, cheek against his chest, both your bodies hot and sweaty, his bangs plastered to his forehead. there's a question on the tip of your tongue but he answers it for you, mumbling in your ear, "will you stay? for longer than just today?" yeonjun pauses slightly, then continues. "i'm not sure if i want you to be just one time. i know that this part of our relationship is new but we've been talking for so long and yeah, i don't want you to go back home and for this never to happen again."

you purse your lips, alcohol fogging up your brain and making you a little too sleepy to respond. "we'll talk tomorrow, hm? it's late and i had a long flight and i'm tired, jjunie..."

he nods slightly, running a hand through his hair, and presses a kiss to your forehead. "goodnight, yn."

"night night, yeonjun," you exhale.

you're almost half asleep when you hear him whisper, "the others'll be home soon, if they see us like this, i'm blaming you..."

[sierra-r-a-e]

I have been absolutely CRAVING writing these past few weeks, so enjoy this little thing I wrote to quench my thirst!! ✦

MommyKink!Choso x fem!Reader

MDNI under the cut

Choso always looked so pretty, no matter what he was doing. Whether he was sitting there staring off into space or doing some sort of task— but he looked especially pretty when his lengthy cock was stuffed down your throat as he writhed in pleasure. His head was thrown back and he tried to keep his eyes open to look at you as you sloppily sucked him off. He looked down at you with lidded eyes, moaning and whimpering as if having neighbors were a foreign concept to him.

Seeing you kneeling between his legs, your mouth stuffed full of his cock, and your lips shiny with spit has him absolutely reeling. His mind was clouded with pleasure as he fisted the couch cushion, trying to keep it together.

A dark blush coated his cheeks as he begged, "Please, please don't stop, 'm so close~" You continued to suck him off, desperate to see him fall apart right in front of you. He held your hair up in a makeshift ponytail— just as you had taught him to do. Taking him as far down your throat as possible, then bringing your head back up to swirl your tongue around his ever-so-sensitive tip.

That's when he said it, "Mommy please, you're gonna make me cum~!" You moan around his length, heat immediately rushing straight to your core, making your knees go weak. You never knew that one word could have such an effect on you, yet here you are.

You pull off him with a soft 'pop', continuing to jerk him off with your hand. "Fuck, please call me that again-", you say breathlessly, looking up at him with hazy eyes, then going back to sucking him off just the way he likes it.

Hearing your plea nearly sends him over the edge, absentmindedly tugging on your hair, he whimpers out one more "Mommy, please~" Hearing that come out of his mouth has you over the moon. You moan around his cock once more, the vibrations sending him tipping over.

He finishes with a loud moan of your name, his hips involuntarily thrusting up into your mouth as he rides out his high. You swear that you could've came just from listening to the sounds he makes, or watching his eyes roll back into his head from the overwhelming pleasure he felt.

After pulling off of his now softening cock, you take a moment to catch your breath. You swallow every bit of his release as he stares down at you with both love, and lust.

"So, what was all that about, hm?" You ask in a teasingly, trying to get a reaction out of him. He immediately avoids eye contact and looks down, a pink color beginning to coat his cheeks.

"Aw, I'm just teasing," you say slowly standing up to press a kiss to his forehead. "I actually really liked it." You continue, moving to sit down beside him, resting your head on his shoulder. Little did you know how much your comment affected him— in the best way.

Wc: 512

Thank you so much for reading!

This is the first thing that I've ever written and posted, so bear with me if it's absolutely atrocious. (´•̥ ᵔ •̥`)

Divider credits go to @ saradika-graphics

[pablitogavii]

Could you write one Gavi fic where he's talking to her through social media, just as friends, but he starts to develop feelings for her, his agent finds out and gets really worried about his career if he gets in a relationship, so he "makes" Gavi's mind to get away from the reader (she has abandonment and rejection issues) without a proper explanation, he excuses saying that the reader wants his money and whatever. But some months after the reader moves to Seville and gets really close to Aurora (she knows Aurora is Gavi's sister but Aurora doesn't know her), and one day Aurora takes her to a barca match, and Gavi tries to make up to her?

I guess I'm back y'all lol! I like this idea very much!

y.n.bebe

New York, USA

I think I like this little life...happy birthday to me hehe

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coments:

brimccormix: happy birthday bebsss

y.n.bebe: thank you gorgeous girl💗

stacymiggs: princesaaa

y.n.bebe: nooo youuu!🥺

brianfereda: happy birthday!

y.n.bebe: thank youu!

pablogavi: pretty girl

y.n.bebe: 😳

When you saw that THE Pablo Gavi called you "pretty girl" for the whole world to see, you couldn't stop staring at that comment for the next two weeks.

Your friends went crazy calling you lucky, and pushing you to send him a message but you were obviously too shy to do that. Besides, who knows how many "pretty girls" he's talking to on the internet.

Meanwhile, Gavi spent all of his free time and training brakes going through your posts and smiling like an idiot at your cute face on his phone screen.

When you first popped up on his screen, he just had to reach out and pray you don't find it cocky on his part. You were just so pretty...

"Sempre con esa nena, cabrón! Dale! Enviale un mensaje!"Pedri hit Gavi's head making him groan and finally get the balls to slide into your DMs. He said a simple "hey pretty girl" before leaving his phone in the locker room to join his teammates.

pablogavi: hey, pretty girl

y.n.bebe: hey😊

And ever since that night, you've started texting, face timing and chatting non stop. You haven't told anyone about it, not wanting to make a drama over something so new and also not wanting him to think fame is what you're after because it's not.

"I'm so tired, nena" Pablo groaned while laying in bed and face timing you as you did your math homework diligently.

"Then go to bed, tonto!" you giggle and he just stayed quiet staring at your face until you looked back at the phone screen and blushed at how intense his gaze was.

"Me gusta cuando hablas Español conmigo, bebé" he smirked making you blush bright red and roll your eyes pretending to be annoyed.

"When do you have training in the morning?" you ask while he yawns.

"Five am" he answers and you open your eyes wide really looking up to him being so diligent about his career.

"Then you really should get some sleep, and we can talk tomorrow again hm?" you ask not really wanting to end the call but also wanting him to get his rest. He always loved how selfless you are and how much you took care of him. It really warmed his hearts.

"I hate it that you're so far! I swear I'm gonna travel to New York and kidnap you and bring you back to Barcelona with me ... and never let you go ..." he said sleepily and you felt your heart jumping thinking about the possibility.

"Hm and if you get bored of me?" you smile and he shakes his head still staring intently at you in the eyes.

"Impossible, my pretty girl..." he said and you smile remembering the very first time you read those words on the screen.

Pablo Gavi was a man of his words, and since that conversation he promised himself that he will surprise you with a travel to Barcelona really soon. He planed everything and mailed you a ticket during his two week vacation.

He still remembers the nerves while standing at the airport waiting at your gate to see your pretty face finally in person. The moment you walked out he recognized you...he couldn't forget the pretty face he stared at through the screen for past four months just now it was real.

"Hi, pretty girl..." he said again and you jumped into his eyes smiling wide and holding onto him tightly. You couldn't believe this was real yet. It just felt like a dream.

"Ready to explore Barcelona conmigo huh?" he said and you smiled and taking his hand nodding and walking to him car with your baggage.

Days passed so quickly and everything was PERFECT. Ice cream dates, walks on the beach, coffee shops and all the infamous tourist attractions...you were falling in love with this city...and you were also falling in love with this boy.

Day before your flight home, Pablo took you to a football game for the Juvenil and you were excited to watch it with him knowing it was his passion.

"So what do you think?" you show him your Barça jersey and he so badly wanted to ask you to wear one with his name on the back but how could he? He still didn't have the balls to ask you to be his official girlfriend!

y.n.bebe

Barcelona, Spain

it's so pretty here 🥺😊

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comments:

pablogavi: pretty girl in barcelona 😍

y.n.bebe: hehe😊

brimccormix: girl!!?? spill the TEA!

y.n.bebe: what tea???

lucasmith: looks like someone stole my crush!

y.n.bebe: 😂

"Next time I come, I want to watch you play..." you said while the two of you sat sadly on the airport waiting for your boarding.

"Y/n..." he said looking down as you looked up

"Hm?" you say feeling your heart beating fast from how close your lips were to each other.

"Don't go..."he said and you swore your heart broke when you saw his pleading eyes. Neither of you wanted this distance...it was so unfair but there was nothing you could do about it now.

"Pablo we're friends now and you can visit me in New York..." you said but before you could finish his lips were smashed onto yours to shut you up and you closed your eyes enjoying the sweet sensation of his cold minty lips on your.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend, pretty girl?" he said and in that moment all your past insecurities and abandonment issues returned yelling inside your head. What if you get attached and he disappears like other did? You were so scared but looking at him it was impossible not to agree!

"Yes! I do Pablo..." you say and he kissed you again until they called for your flight to start boarding in five minutes.

[royaltealee]

Look. I know it’s been a while- but I just got back some time to do something again after a full year of not posting. Hope to the one who requested this mini ficklet. And for your patience and hopefully your forgiveness on my part- I have a little surprise for you at the end of this fic. Much love!

Ps: this is not proof read we die like Gummi Goo-

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Just Not Right

Something was wrong with Caine. That much was obvious for the red and blue-themed jester to accept and honestly... it terrified her.

Not in the way you expect though. No, Pomni did not feel any worry about the thing trapping her here against her will, it was the fear of what he would do if he ever did have some sort of AI equivalent to a breaking point. And she could tell that the others were starting to notice it too, the small shifts of anxious flying back and forth while talking when they were about to be thrown into yet another "fun and innovating!" adventure to "Keep your tiny little brains from going insane!"

But the first sign that caused Ragatha to finally say something was when Caine had actually hesitated on sending them to their next adventure portal. He had called them back not once, not twice, but thrice to ensure everyone had everything they needed (and more) for their expedition. But before they had finally crossed through the portal, Caine popped his weird teeth head in to leave a final little "Be sure to actually come back! Please?" Before Bubble pulled him back through to the portal back to the circus.

"What's gotten into him? He's starting to act a little fidgety for no reason now, you think he's alright?" The ragdoll avatar asked the group accompanying her. Pomni slightly jumped at the question, but now that Ragatha had confirmed she hadn't imagined her suspicion on their captor. She was about to say something until Jax beat her to it with his usual sarcastic banter.

"Well yeah, Obviously. Why do you think that everyone here is feeling on edge lately? It couldn't be that the sentient AI is acting out of character do ya, Rags?" The sway in his voice held little to no emotional attachment to the floating ringleader's sudden change in mood.

"Yeah but, why?" Pomni finally asked, looking up at the purple Rabbit for maybe his theory on things, but she should have known that Jax wouldn't give a rat's ass about Caine's new anxious tendancies. "How the h*ll should I know? I'm no dang therapist." He crossed his arms while rolling his eyes.

"M-maybe he's stressed..?" Gangle proposed next, lifting a single ribbon arm up to call up her point like a finger. "What's he stressed for? It's not like he does anything to help us, he just sits around somewhere while we do the stupidest sidequests ever in gaming history." Zooble jumped in the conversation, having been forced to come this time after slipping past the last two adventures. Their voice was just as flat giving out their answer. Ragatha placed a closed fist against her chin, lightly tapping it in thought.

"Hm.. Should we try to figure it out?" Ragatha asked, looking over to Pomni who in turn sputtered out nervously. "I- Uh- Wh- Why?"

"Becaus! He's the one that's technically keeping an eye out for us so that we don't abstract. No matter how annoyingly charismatic he may come off as." Ragatha placed a hand on Pomni's shoulder reassuringly. "Maybe we could figure out how to cheer him up?"

"HAH! Fat chance! Look, if the guy that was practically made here is starting to act weirdly after hardly caring about us, to begin with, is acting like this? It's bound to cause trouble." Jax seethed, glaring at the rag doll.

"I thought you liked trouble," Gangle asked, turning timidly to the purple rabbit.

"No one asked you." Jax snapped back causing the masked girl to cower around her mask so that he wouldn't smack it off her again.

"Look, if we can figure this out and help him, maybe it'll make things easier for us." Ragatha had given the finality of her question, looking to see if anyone was willing to help her with this plan. Surprisingly it was Zooble who nodded first. "I just want him to stop acting all weirdly emotional. It's starting to creep me out." They mumbled out, then Gangle walked next to Ragatha with her next nod, then finally Pomni shook her head. "I guess." Was her only answer, though she did kind of feel on edge when Caine was acting against his nonsensicals.

Jax groaned out an agitated "Fiiiiiiineee!" before joining the group on their next adventure, cooking up a plan to figure out what was bothering Caine so much when they could finally come back to the circus.

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After a very uncomfortable adventure full of potentially illegal smuggling of 3D frogs later, the group leaped through the portal back with their plan intact and ready to go for when they would see their ringleader again. It wasn't very long before they got a very long welcome back with streamers and balloons on a job well done on their adventure, even a small cake with the face of a frog that said "good job :D" that had a positively huge bite on the side of it and a suspicious looking Bubble off to the side, licking the green icing off his teeth.

"So! how'd it go?" Caine asked, floating over the group with curious eyes. Ragatha's smile was wobbly, placing a shakey thumbs up toward the AI and putting her best cheerful voice. "It was.. amazing! Right guys? we had fun, yeah?" Pomni rubbed her arm slightly, looking nervous at Caine, who in turn looked at the others. It was quiet before Jax scoffed, "It was awful."

That caused the other's eyes to snap towards the rabbit, who in turn looked at the others with an unamused eyebrow raise. "what? Was it something I said?"

Caine's body sort of floated back a bit, lifting a single finger to try and say something the normal Caine would probably say, but the figurative lump in his throat prevented a steady form of words from coming through, he almost sounded... hurt? "Oh..! well uh, I'm sorry these adventures haven't been on par with you guys lately! I'll be sure to try and make them even more exciting and engaging for you guys!"

"You're kidding right?" Jax said, after another bout of silence of trying to come up with a nicer thing to say. "Jax!" Ragatha warned through grit teeth, wanting Jax to just shut his yap for 10 seconds, this wasn't part of the plan!

"Even if you did try to make things better, which you probably won't let's be realistic. We will never be happy, not until we get back to our actual live bodies where we can't turn into some stupid monster only to be captured and stuffed into a f***ing hole to wither away while others try not to think about it. Does that sound fun to you?" He glared at Ragatha for a split second, catching the Ragdoll frown but didn't say anything.

They watch as Caine grapples for any words, anything he could say at such a raw answer, but see him come up short, dropping his hand down as a form of defeat. pulling his gloved hands back to his chest and glancing down for half a second. What was happening? Ragatha was the first to speak after Caine's small bout of silence. "Caine? Are you okay?"

Caine's jaw opened slightly, showing his floating eyes a little bit more, they looked glossy, but no liquid threatened to spill from the ivisable ducts yet, feeling his words rush through the emotins he was feeling.

"I- I don't... know?" he cleared his non-existent throat, watching as the group glanced at one another with both surprised and growing weary looks. "it's just-" Caine shifted again, feeling uncomfortable. "I've been feeling... off lately. Like- like Just now I felt something. I wanted to- to- what was the word that Gangle's doing right now?" The group looked to the mask, who held her broken smiling mask, sniffling a bit when looking towards Caine, squeaking out a small word. "Crying?"

"Yeah, that." Caine wrung his fingers against his own, not being able to look anyone in the eye.

"Oh my god, the AI is learning how emotions work." Pomni gaped.

So that was what was going on, Caine was dealing with something so forgen that plagued his coding, at first it was subtle little jabs, flashes of hurt, true happiness and excitement, anger or otherwise. Zooble let out a sigh catching everyone's attention. "Is that all?" Caine looked at the abstract character before him, who looked just as unamused as the bunny right next to them.

"I- I just don't know how you do it all the time! it- it's like constantly making my body and mouth do different things, and- and- AUGH!" That burst caused the others to jump at his little outburst. "I mean, what am I SUPOSED to do? I have to make sure no one here goes insane, then, I have to watch over Bubble and make sure he's fine, and then THE MOON IS MAKING ADVANCES AND I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY!" Caine pulled at his little top hat on the top of his head. "It keeps going on and on and when I think I finally got everything under control, there's always someone or something making me feel something that I'm NOT EVEN SUPPOSED TO FEEL!" Caine finished, breathing extremely hard if that was even possible for an NPC to even do.

Everyone went silent, even Jax and Zooble's eyes were wide with the amount of vigor in Caine's words he was able to convey.

He was supposed to be the goofy, happy, go-lucky guy that kept the fun in the entire circus for the sake of the other players... If he can't even keep his emotions in order, what kind of a host is he?

The amount of silence caused the floating gaggle of teeth to shrink in on himself at his outburst. Surely they didn't need any more baggage being dumped on them after being stuck here for who knows how long? No, no. That just won't do, he needed to cool himself off. They needed someone to help them! Not his own haywire code scaring them.

Caine made a sound that sounded like his throat was being cleared awkwardly while trying to keep an uppity attitude.

"W-well! That's enough for you all today! Go and enjoy your congratulations cake and take a rest!"

"Wha-?! Caine! Hold on there buddy, you can't just dump that on us, say it's fine and leave just like that!" Ragatha called out to the already ascending ringleader. Who in turn just pushed out the most forced laugh he could muster with a flick of his hand.

"Oh, Ragatha! Aren't you such a sweetie, but I'll be just fine! Nothing to worry about, just a- eh- MINOR malfunction in my code! Hahaha- HAHAHA!---" and with a final snap of his fingers, Caine had popped out of existence.

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"Well, that was something." Jax's slightly surprised voice caused the group to side-eye him with glares, to which the Rabbit wistfully ignores.

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(Takes place an hour after the fic)

[undermine-the-instinct]

Title: Just Barely

Cyno x Bard! Reader ▪︎ Warnings: None ▪︎ Wc: 830+

Bard!reader masterlist • Continuation here

So I've been having thoughts on a sort of Bard!Reader that travels all around, spreading music and song wherever they go, and now they end up in Sumeru. Before the Sumeru quest of course.

Sumeru is not big on unapproved performances!! Especially from foreigners!! You ditched your Akasha ages ago so they can't track you or steal your dreams, and you pop up everywhere!! Singing your insipid little songs and dancing some hillbilly jig the Sages scoff at.

You're not anything significant – except the fact that with your appearance, more people are getting bold about their performing arts, especially that performance theater, so the Akademia decides to make an example out of you. So, they send their General Mahamatra.

Cyno is not one to question rules or orders. The law is just and he will uphold the law and punish those who defy it. And if you're disrupting the natural order then he will deal with you. Only, it doesn't go that way.

Every single time you're in a crowd. You choose your battlefields cleverly, and it doesn't matter how many other matra he has guard the exit posts, you always manage to scurry off. Sometimes you're already gone by the time he arrives, a whisp disappearing behind a corner, sometimes, he'd see you meld back into a rushing crowd with a smile and a wink, and you're gone. It's annoying. He has paperwork to do.

The chase gets to be long enough that his superiors just tell him to keep an eye on you, and apprehend you if he catches you in one of your performances. You visit Port Ormos and sing to the sailors, you visit the Grand Bazaar and dance with Nilou, you strum your lyre for children and bedridden nobles. Apparently, and according to rumor, you greet the Sun and Moon with a song as well. Too many people are fond of you already.

But he can't catch you. You disappear into the waves when you catch a glimpse of him, you dash across courtyards with shrieking laughter and jump out of windows and vanish just before he can get his hands on you, leaving nothing but crackling lightning and strange sear in his chest.

And, what? What will he do? Chain your hands and feet and tell you to stop singing? Cyno can see that this is the life of you. He has seen your feet dance faster than you run and once he heard your voice at the break of Dawn, indistinguishable underneath the bird's morning call but sweet and soft and calling, sending his heart trilling. Your hands flutter over strings, and he jolts when you pluck a note too high.

He sees it now as you sit on the curb near the Akademia, strumming your lyre. You're getting bold now.

He strides over, and the crowd's murmurs fall into frightened awe as he stops before you, and you don't even open your eyes or raise your head.

"General Mahmatra Cyno, to what do I owe this pleasure?" This is the closest he has ever been to you and never mind the way that your eyelashes brush your skin or the way your smile pulls your lips.

"Musical performances are banned on the grounds of the Akademia."

"But I'm not performing…? I'm simply tuning my lyre. Does that count?"

"Yes. Furthermore, loitering is also prohibited."

"Hm. I hate those two rules, you know? They exist everywhere here." Your scowl is pretty to. He does not know why he thinks this.

"They are meant for a reason. They exist for a reason." His hand tightens on his pole arm and he does not like the way his shadow falls over you, or the way you don't raise your head.

"They make it illegal to exist or be anywhere." You continue, unhindered.

"They prohibit the arts, practically ban it, and you want to know why?" You do not wait for an answer. "Because the arts have always been a means of human expression. An act of rebellion. And when we rebel and speak our truth through art and song, it means change, it makes people afraid.

"This is not what we should be frightened of. There will be fires and there will be storms, toppled gods and kingdoms, and there will be darkness again. And songs about the darkness." Your eyes cut up to him, suddenly, and they're not anything extraordinary, whether in color or shape. But you hold his gaze, and that is extraordinary enough.

"Why do you think this makes them afraid, General?"

He grits his teeth, and hears a crackle of lightning by his ear. He doesn't know why he's entertaining you.

"I am not here to debate the worth of the arts to you. Remove yourself from the premises immediately or you will be escorted out."

You just look up at him, and sigh, and draw yourself up, joints clicking. You pop your joints with a furrowed brow as you turn away, but before that you ask a question.

"Cyno," the audacity you have. "Riddle me this. Do you believe that the law is just, or do you believe that upholding the law is just?"

"There is no difference." By the pitying look on your face, you beg to differ.

You leave, and the passing breeze of your departure smooths itself over his skin like a kiss. He doesn't watch you go. His fist tightens.

[atropalugosi]

Made a sequel to this post for y'all 😌 was gunna actually write smut but backed out at the last second whoops. Hope y'all enjoy a tiny bit of spice with our lovely Donna 🖤

"Take a break," Donna commands rather than asks. Valeria complies easily, arching back in her seat and humming contently when her poor spine pops and cracks. After the... complete fucking fiasco beforehand, the two florists got right to work on dollmaking. Donna seemed very in her element here in the workshop, and over their last break she had confided in Valeria about her family business. It broke the younger woman's heart to hear about the tragedies of the Beneviento family, but she was happy to be there to comfort Donna.

And she had to admit, she was having a good time learning a new skill with Donna's help. She was a good teacher, giving concise instructions and genuinely helpful advice whenever Valeria appeared stuck or unsure. It made the redhead feel very good about her first attempt at working with porcelain. Her doll was absolutely novice, not nearly as detailed as she imagined Donna would be able to make, but for a first go at something new she was proud of herself.

"I suppose I could use a rest," Valeria sighs. Making a pillow with her arms she lays her head upon the crafting table, watching the older woman inspect her work intensely. She checks over the joints and looks for any blemishes that may lead to breaks down the road, but finding none, she gives a content little 'hm!' and sets it down gently.

"You're a quick learner," she offers kindly, making Valeria preen. The girl might be embarrassed at how easily she took to praise if she weren't in such a good mood.

"Thanks Donna, but honestly, I think you're just a really good instructor."

"Don't cut yourself short," Donna tuts. She looks deadly serious, gaze locked with her mentee, making the young woman swallow harshly. "I mean it, you have a real talent for the arts. An eye for beauty, I suppose."

"You're beautiful," Valeria responds breathlessly. The brunette furrows her brows, looking away stiffly and Valeria quickly sits up, worried she overstepped. "I-I'm sorry, I just, you were saying such nice things and you look so pretty and serene in your element and-"

"If you keep this up, I'll never be able to let you go," the dollmaker husks, bringing colour to Valeria's cheeks.

"What if... I don't want you to either?" She asks tentatively, leaning closer to her mentor. Donna looks back at her like she'd said something most outrageous, but Valeria simply offers a smile, setting her hand across the table for her to take. And she does, slender fingers intertwining with Valeria's as she steps closer to the girl until she's looking down on her.

"I do not think you understand just what you're offering," Donna huffs, a bit of a dark look in her eyes. It sends a thrilling chill down the redhead's spine. "I'd want to keep you all to myself, far from the leering eyes of my neices or anyone else that's tried to steal you away."

Valeria shakes her head slightly at that. Couldn't Donna see yet that she had no interest in anyone else? Least of all Cassandra Dimitrescu and her playboy persona. Pulling the other woman closer until their knees are touching, she keeps eye contact so Donna can really read her.

"I only have eyes for you anyway," she confesses with heated cheeks. "Professor Dimitrescu wasn't wrong calling me your pet, I'd follow you anywhere Donna."

And with that, the botanist is upon her, pulling Valeria to stand and feverishly kissing her. The girl squeals at the suddenness of the kiss, but quickly reciprocates, hands finding their way around Donna's strong shoulders. Donna responds in kind, taking hold of her hips and pushing her back into the workbench gently. After only a few moments the two seperate to catch their breath, Valeria smiling like a fool at the older woman's flushed face. She wouldn't in a million years have expected Donna to make the first move, but she absolutely was going to enjoy it and pray this confidence lasted.

Leaning in for another kiss garners unexpected but not unappealing results as Valeria finds herself lifted and sat upon the table, Donna standing pressed between her legs, and she can't help but squirm and bite her lip at the closeness. Donna plants her palms on the girl's thighs, squeezing them gently and looking delighted at the gasp it gets her.

"I would like you to refer to me the same way you did in front of Alcina. Can you do that for me?" she asks sweetly, looking at Valeria through her lashes.

"Sì mammina," she squeaks, fighting her embarrassment and losing. Donna pecks her on the nose though and suddenly her slip up from earlier isn't so mortifying.

"Brava bambola."

Valeria is pretty sure her entire brain short circuits at that. Fuck being her kitten, hello to a life of being Donna's personal doll to be toyed with whenever. Would she actually treat her like a precious porcelain doll? Dressing her in fancy clothes and touching her oh so gently so as not to break her? Or maybe she would joyfully destroy her knowing she has the expertise to piece her doll back together seamlessly? Or-

"You're lost in that pretty head again," Donna laughs lightly, bringing Valeria back to earth. "Is this okay, or? We can stop, I got a bit carried away."

"No! No, I- we," Valeria shakes her head clear and pulls Donna closer, wrapping her legs around her hips. "I want to keep going, really! Fammi tuo mammina."

Like a switch flipped within her, Donna pushes Valeria back until she's flush against the tabletop and crawls over the redhead, straddling her. She kisses her again, hands exploring the girl's torso like an expert craftsman inspecting a fine piece of art. She runs her palms over her ribs and stops teasingly just below her chest, thumbs brushing along the curves. Tentatively the dollmaker cups her love's breasts, carefully massaging happy little moans from the girl beneath her.

Valeria for her part is feeling up Donna's arms and back, relishing in the strength she finds there. Knowing that Donna could probably do whatever she wanted to her, but seeing how restrained and gentle she was being made her heart swell with warmth. This woman truly made her feel so safe and cared for and good god was she going to do everything in her power to make her feel the same. Donna's lips stray from hers, kissing a path from her cheek to her jaw to her neck, and the redhead sighs contently until-

"Ow!" Valeria hisses, being rudely interrupted from her sweet thoughts by a foreign feeling in her neck. "Did you just bite me?"

Donna doesn't look sorry in the slightest, kissing the offended patch of skin before teasingly nipping her again.

"You asked me to make you mine," she breathes against the girl's neck, eliciting goosebumps. "I'm just making sure everyone else knows it."

[taeyongsfemdom]

| Made For Me |

TWINNNNNNN WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!

•sub!taeyong & the return of the futa!reader

•After giving him that special session that one night, the love of your life decides to return the favor when he finds out about one of your secret kinks that you've been hiding from him.

●WARNING: this the return of the futanari reader and taeyong having female parts (not your speed, then don't read)

•Contains: filthy rough kitchen sex, fingering (male receiving) degradation, sloppy kissing, lingerie & skirt wearing, slight cumflation, reader has daddy kink, spit kink, choking (just hella nasty shit) light fluff at the end.

•So this fic is basically an unplanned sequel to "A Cheer Up Session" and I know you guys loved that one, so that's why I brought back the futa reader. Also just wanted to say that Taeyong is very feminized in this (wearing a maid outfit, panties, high heels etc.) You know the vibes! I was thinking of what my next story should be and this came in my horny ass mind pretty quick also this was a bitch to post due to technical issues lol

• hope you all enjoy, loves 💋

It was a surprisingly chill day at your office, it was a beautiful afternoon and you were gonna be closing things up pretty soon. You had a few meetings today, but oddly, your phone was going off quite frequently during your meetings but you already knew it was Taeyong texting you, it's not very often where he spams you unless he's feeling needy.

"Alrighty boss, I got everything done on the list you gave me" Mark said with a nice smile on his face "Thank you so much for all the hard work you do Mark, you and the team! I just wish those meetings weren't so damn long" while speaking to him, you finally open up your messages from Taeyong and your eyes pop open immediately, they are blessed with multiple images of your angel wearing a tight maid outfit with no panties on and his tongue out like those slutty anime girls in those unhinged hentai videos with the message "ruin me..." right under. You threw your phone down on the desk as your cock thickened up in your skirt, a boner becoming visible and your breath getting caught in your throat "Hey boss, you feeling okay? You look a little flushed"

"H...hm? Oh don't worry about me! It's just u..um a little hot in here! Hey I think I'm gonna go ahead and head out for the evening! You all be safe going home okay?"

Mark smiled at you again and nodded as he walked toward the door "Yeah of course! Get home safe and stay hydrated! It's been hot this summer! You have a good weekend okay?" You waved at him while he left as you released a held breath, your eyes looking down at the massive bulge in your skirt while eyeing your phone "Goddamn it...why would he send that to me?" You & Taeyong talked about everything together, you knew everything about each other except there was one thing that you didn't want him to find out. A while back, you left your laptop unlocked in your home office accidentally while you stepped out, with a curious Taeyong coming across it while looking for you to let you know that dinner was ready for the night, his mind filling with a devious ideas to please you, ever since you fucked him very rough that one time to cheer him up, he wanted to give you a thank you.

You were turned on yet pissed off "Fucking Taeyong....why did he send me that?" I can't walk out the building with a fucking hard on!" You grab your phone and look at the pic of him with his mouth open, your mind running wild "fuck he is so hot" your nails clicking against the screen responding to his text saying "What the fuck is wrong with you? I'm on my way home..."

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It didn't take you long to come home from work, you had scurry away from the office with your purse covering your boner, you pulled into the driveway of your mansion and parked your brand new black SUV and stormed into the house quite quickly, you walk in and scan the house as you shut the door.

"TAEYONG!?" You yelled as you headed to the kitchen as your heels clicked against the marble floor, you stop in your tracks as you see the petite boy wearing a tight maid skirt with stockings & a lace black bra with a pair of black high heels that you realize are the ones he asked you to buy for him, you didn't question him on why but you didn't care because you spoil him, his dirty blonde hair with his dark roots showing hanging in his face and he looked delicious in his little outfit.

"Been waiting for you to get home from work, so you can see your dirty little maid"

His skinny leg lifting to reveal his sweet wet pussy that was dripping fresh juice that slid down his leg from how horny he was just waiting for you to come home and have your way with him.

"You like what you see, mistress?" His slender fingers playing with his sensitive cunt while his other hand rubbed one of his nipples under the bra causing him to moan. Your boner stiffened up under your dress skirt even more as he looked at you while biting his lip, you walked over while licking your lips like you were hungry, your body was pressed against his, your hands gripping his chest and squeezing his nipples as he held the counter, hot breath was between the both of you before crashing your lips against his plump ones which led to a heated make-out session, sloppy sounds of kissing filled the kitchen as you kept groping his chest, Taeyong tongued you nastily as kept groping him. You pulled away as a string of spit hanging off both of your lips which were very swollen, your free hand slid off the bra and down to his cunt, sliding two fingers deep inside him.

"Look at you, getting fingered in my fucking kitchen when you're supposed to be cooking and cleaning! You've been horny ever since you sent those dirty pictures to me, haven't you?"

Your fingers started working his pussy HARD he looked at you with his bottom lip in his mouth as you fingered him roughly.

"You thought it would be a good idea to send those fucking pics to me while at work? Let's not pretend that I didn't see that text under them...I WILL ruin you until you can't stand up straight, you fucking drooling whore" his head fell back on the counter as pussy juice dripped on the floor while moaning loudly "OH FUCK CAN I CUM? PLEASE FUCK!" one of his legs squirmed with the sound his high heel clicking against the floor "Fucking hold it in, you don't deserve to cum yet" your fingers slowly pull out of him and got shoved right back in before you rubbed his clit lightly.

"P..please please! Please let me cum" you gave him a stern look as your fingers moved away from his pussy "I said HOLD IT...I'm not fucking playing with you right now, slut"

You take your pussy juice covered hand and rub it all over his pretty face, a smile appeared after he licked your hand a little bit, that smile getting wiped away as you slapped him across the face hard.

"Dirty fucking whore, the fuck are you smiling about? Enjoying yourself too much?" You gave his nipples one good tug "Sometimes I dream about you having tits, I would suck on them all day just to have a taste of milk" you turn him around roughly, bending him over the counter and lifts the tight skirt up, his tight pussy in full view, your hands pull your skirt up as your cock bounced free, throbbing hard with potent pre-cum dribbling out of your thick tip.

"Fuck...you're lucky that you have a pretty face because you have no ass, but that doesn't matter because all I care about is this beautiful pussy"

You rubbed your thick cock against his small ass and tip poked his hole. Before he could say anything, his mouth fell open as he got filled up by your cock "Oh fuck!!!! Mistress! I always forget how big that cock is" A soft yet hot moan left your lips as you started thrusting slowly while taking your large full breasts out of your tight work blouse, Taeyong looked back at you while you fucked him, he looked like the sluttiest pornstar to ever exist "Mmmmmmmm fuck me!!!! Fuck me like the dirty whore that I am!" Your thrusts got rough real quick after his request "So *ah* I have a question for you, how the fuck did you find out that I would enjoy seeing you dressed like this?" The small boy was too fucked out to respond to you "Uh hello? I'm speaking to you, slut!" You said as you pulled his hair roughly.

“A..AHHH! I SAW THAT YOU WERE LOOKING AT BOYS IN MAID OUTFITS ON YOUR LAPTOP WHEN STEPPED OUT OF YOUR OFFICE WHEN I WAS LOOKING FOR YOU!” You blushed with embarrassment yet happiness when he found out your secret kink for boys in skirts, you pulled him up off the counter and turned him to face you, both of you touching nose to nose while dripping in sweat. You lifted his pale leg over your shoulder and poked his cunt with your tip “Look at what you did to me, made my cock hard and along with filling my balls up” you shoved yourself back into his tight pussy and continued fucking him.

“Open that mouth….WIDE, and keep it fucking open” you grabbed him by his hair and Taeyong truly looked beautiful, his lips were all swollen from all the kissing, his mouth opened with his tongue hanging out, your hand gripping his throat hard, the tip of your acrylics lightly touching the sides of his neck, a large wad of spit landing on his tongue "Filthy fucking whore...." your cock was basically in his womb at this point.

“You feel that slut? You feel me deep inside you? Tearing up your fucking insides?”

You force him to look down at his belly where your cock was bulging inside him, your hand letting up off his throat so he can breathe, he let out a large exhale with a ragged cough following after “Now…call me daddy” you gave him an evil smile as you choked him roughly again, cutting off his airways yet again.

“D..daddy! DADDY!! Please don’t stop fucking my tight pussy! Please please fuck your dirty little maid! I’m your dirty slutty little maid who’s just a fuck doll! Oh fuck fuck fuck! I n..need to c..cum, i need to cum s..so bad" Taeyong was completly out of breath since he was about to explode "One more thing I want you to do, tell daddy how much you love this cock while you cum...c'mon babygirl, cum for me while saying how cock addicted you are" your hand lightly grabbing his cute cheeks.

"I FUCKING LOVE DADDY'S COCK! I'M YOUR COCK SLUT, COCK SLUT, COCK SL-" his voice cutting off as he came insanely hard from a denied orgasm, your hand going for his neck since you love seeing him struggle to breathe, Taeyong had tears sliding down his face as he clenched around your cock “Ohh fuck, i’m cumming!” You released your hand off his throat for the last time and as he took a gasp for air "Daddy please kiss your filthy little maid! Please kiss me!!!” your tongues crashed together with your kisses being deep and passionate. Your balls sloshed and churned as you unloaded inside him during the kiss, his flat belly swelled with fresh steaming hot cum, Taeyong barely lifting his head up to see how primal you looked while cumming. The both of you were out of breath as you pulled your now limp cock, cum dripping out of his ruined pussy onto the floor.

"Oooh daddy I feel so full!" his finger grazing across his swollen belly as you walked to the fridge to get bottles of water for the both of you. You patted your face with a napkin as you brought him a bottle of water "You know this is your fault right? You should've never sent those pictures to me" runny makeup stained the napkin as you looked at it

"I know but I wanted it to happen, I wanted to give you a thank you for uhhh...cheering me up that one night after I was really sad, I hope you liked it" You gave him a sweet smile as you pulled him into your arms. Taeyong was literally your entire world, him wanting you to give a thank you gift was just so adorable to you.

"I absolutely loved your gift, baby boy, honestly seeing you in a skirt, tights and heels really had me going, especially when you called me daddy" Your finger lifted his chin, his cheeks getting bright red as you took him upstairs for a shower "I...i really liked it how you made me call you daddy, it was really hot and it makes me feel owned by an amazing woman like you, y/n" You giggled as you put your long hair up in a thick bun.

"What can I say? You were just made for me"

END

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I already know you kinky freaks are gonna eat this up like a buffet, also shoutout to the futa enthusiasts out here! This one is for you! hope you guys love this 🥺 also I'm not too far away way from 300 followers which is so exciting!

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[alpinefrsh]

Hi!!👋

One of the first scenarios that popped into my head when I first read TIITTV (I found this series around the time part 5 was posted), was a Drista vs Krang kind of fight. And then I realized Drista may be invincible by default, but that doesn’t mean she’s all that dangerous. (There’s a difference between dangerous and deadly, Dris is definitely a little deadly) So I let the thought go pretty quickly. But I fell down the rabbit hole again and was like, ‘hey, what if we put the deadliest characters from each world in the same room and see who was more dangerous?’ Then I thought: XD as dsmp’s most deadly/powerful. But when considering XD’s powers, it made me realize how little he actually uses them. And that’s when I went back to Drista. Because listen, XD may be more knowledgeable about his powers(and therefore is more able to restrain them in power), but, what is essentially a ‘baby’ god… Drista is the personification of Chaos for a reason. She’s as trigger happy as a 14 y/o logging onto her older brother’s Minecraft server through his account and going crazy with operator commands. (See what I did there ;>)

I thought about this a bit too much and I honestly have no idea anymore. There is an unexpected amount of stuff to consider about the SMP gods, and also a bit about Krang too. Thoughts :D?

Thanks, hope you’re having a good day/night! <3

Hello!! o/

Oh, dude, that'd be kinda sick actually. Buncha flashy weapon and potion summoning shots. But yeah, not that she'd know how to actually use them effectively, lmao, she'd have no need to ordinarily.

Hm, I could see an AU where Drista decided to go along with Tommy to check out where she was sending him- but we slide back the timeline a little bit to take place during the Krang invasion. We place some slightly arbitrary limitations on Dris where she can't make another portal right away, but it's too dangerous for them to just sit around doing nothing, hence, joining the fight.

Hm... I'm not sure how much I'd want to take away the main fights from the original rottmnt cast, pretty big part of Leo's character arc in particular, but I could also see Tom and Drista clocking that the big alien flesh ship up in the sky as the probable source of their problems. Drista could hypothetically fly up and help with some portion of the fight, even if that's just by throwing down splash potions to help Leo and hinder the Krang.

I mostly like the thought of her and Tommy tearing up, like, krangified busses and shit. Both because it's badass, and because it doesn't interfere too heavily with how the original storyline plays out.

Alternatively- Krang 2 (the sister Krang) is still on earth in government confinement or something. If she were to break out, she'd likely want revenge on the Hamatos, and especially April, no doubt. I... Have some things that haven't happened yet that would technically make contacting the members of the dsmp possible, but I can't say anything about it yet because it's a pretty big spoiler.

But when things go sideways, Tommy could hypothetically use this unspecified method to contact some godly assistance from the dsmp. So that's a pretty feasible way of setting up a hypothetical fight between one of the Krang and Drista. I doubt she actually has much genuine combat experience, so I could more so see her acting in a supporting role for the others- ooh, she could have a cool scene where she summons a thunderstorm and starts fighting by summoning lightning.

It'd be hard to hit such a fast moving target though, so it's not a completely overpowered ability. Possibly have to get the Krang to stay still for a few seconds to land a shot on her?

Anyway, that's about the extent of my ideas for this concept. Although I'm fairly certain I'm not going to be involving the Krang at all in this series (outside of being mentioned), it was fun to think through the hypotheticals :D

You as well! <3

[hawksismyeverything]

Alone

Hello! This is an agere fic for DabiHawks! Hawks is an age regressor, around age 1-2, and Dabi is his CG! I'd prefer STRICTLY SFW INTERACTION for this post. Agere is a coping mechanism, and I am an age regressor myself. Thank you!! Post under the cut.

Keigo stared at his phone screen, watching as it dimmed slowly before shutting off. He didn't care. He hadn't really been paying attention. Really, he was just waiting for Dabi to get done with whatever he was doing so he could text him, or be small, or both. He just didn't want to be alone when he inevitably slipped into littlespace. The minutes ticked by like hours, before a notification finally, finally, popped up on his screen.

However, it was from Tomura, not Dabi. It confused Keigo, knowing that if Dabi was out, technically Tomura should be too. The message read; 'Hey, scarface idiot got stuck in a meeting and told me to check on you, so you better not be dead.' Well that was a lovely way to shove him out of headspace, wasn't it? He quickly typed back; 'Yea im alive thx' before hitting send. There was a long silence. Keigo glanced at his phone as if he could manifest a response from Dabi, but he didn't see a text. He blinked, and went back to browsing the internet.

Finally, Dabi sent him a message; 'u ded?' Keigo grinned, but not in the I'm-Looking-At-A-Camera way that he usually did for reporters. He typed back immediately, not even bothering to spellcheck before responding; 'nope! hihi dabi!' He thought that would tip Dabi off as to how close to little Keigo was, but apparently he was too tired to think about it. 'hey birdbrain' Was all Keigo got in return. No babybird? No sweetie? He almost tilted his head before thinking of how dumb he would look. Still, it was better than having Dabi just reply back with his name. He could just picture the breakdown now. Sobbing on the floor, convinced his caregiver would never love him again. Dabi had a tendency of doing that accidentally. 'hii' Keigo typed out slowly, hoping once again that Dabi would get the hint.

He didn't. 'u sed that alredy' Keigo cringed at the fact he wished he could babytalk, but he didn't even know if it was okay that he was small yet. He needed confirmation. 'My bad- yous okay?' Keigo tried, slipping a little s on the end of a word, trying even harder to make himself stay big a little longer. 'yea im fine, u?' Keigo groaned, laying back onto the bed, feeling a lump in his throat. He was holding off headspace, and it was gonna make him cry. Great. His phone pinged, and as he glanced at it with teary eyes, he noticed it was a message from Tomura. 'Hey. You small? Dabi's oblivious. Need someone to talk to? I can tell him if you want. Just sayin.' Keigo laughed, though it sounded more like a choked cry. He still tried to respond in as much of a big boy voice as possible. He knew Dabi would tell Tomura eventually that Keigo was not tiny at all, that he would totally have said something. Not that it was unusual for Keigo to do this.

'No is okay- thx tho Tomu' Keigo typed back, the fuzzy feeling in his brain taking over finally. 'I'm telling Dabi. That's not a problem, right Kei?' Keigo visibly shook his head, as if Tomura could see him. His papa didn't need to know, it wasn't that big of a deal yet. 'You don haveta tell' Was all he managed to type back. 'I'm gonna.' Was the response he got. With a silent thank you, Keigo set his phone on the bedside table and curled up in the middle of the bed. He couldn't convince himself to get up and get a stuffy, or a paci, or literally anything that would make him feel better.

His phone pinged, and Keigo almost wailed. He really didn't want his papa to know he was tiny, because he hadn't even told him. 'Baby?' It was from papa, so clearly Tomura had told Dabi. Keigo should have known; Tomura doesn't make empty threats. 'Hm?' 'You wanna talk to papa?' 'Mhms'

His phone rang, Dabi's face popping up with his name under it. Keigo lit up like a Christmas tree, a grin spreading onto his face, solidifying his headspace pretty quickly once he set the phone down, putting it on speaker. "Hey birdie^^" Dabi's voice, cracky and tired, came across, and Keigo could have melted right there. He loved his papa's voice so much. "Hai papa! What doins?" He chirped in response, rocking back and forth lightly. "Talking to you, silly! How old ya feelin'?" He questioned. Keigo thought about the question for a moment, unsure how to properly answer. He was definitely older than normal, but he was still dropping. Maybe three? Two? Two at least- "Am fee!" He answered after a minute, though he quickly added, "Prolly gon be smawer doe-" He practically heard Dabi's smile. "So you're just my little guy, huh?" 'Mhm! Papa's lil guy!"

Just imagining having his papa next to him to snuggle was enough to send Keigo straight to tears. Dabi obviously noticed, as he quickly asked, "Kei? Babybird, is something wrong?" "Papa no hewe!" Keigo practically wailed. "Do you need me there?" "...nu needs..." Keigo mumbled, tears falling down his cheeks. He didn't need anybody, but he still didn't have his paci, or his blankie or Lottie, his stuffed robin.

"I'll be there soon, bub. Don't worry," Dabi said, in attempt to calm Keigo. It simply made him feel worse, as if he were causing Dabi more hassle than he was worth. "Papa no, don need, issokay!" Keigo whined. He only wanted Dabi to be there, to hold him and play with him and let him forget about being big and hurting and being lonely. "I'm on my way. I love you." "Kei woves chu toos."

Keigo sat in stunned silence, curled up on his bed, slipping farther than he'd like to admit. He was really quite small. One or so. Maybe younger. Every noise made him whimper, every creak or gust of wind sent him farther down. Dabi's footsteps included. "Hey, babybird, breathe- oh jeez- okay, c'mon, sit up for me." "Da!" Keigo shreiked, his arms wrapping around Dabi's midsection. "Small, huh? Maybe one- you call me papa when you're two or above, so- okay-" Dabi muttered, adjusting Keigo's weight. "You need anything before we lay down? "Paci an bankie an Loddy!" Keigo whined, his head falling into the crook of Dabi's neck. "P'ease?" He added softly.

Dabi quickly placed a pacifier in his mouth, Lottie in his arms, and a blanket around them before laying down with him still in his arms. "So small, so itty-bitty, so tiny," Dabi murmured in Keigo's ear. "Daa! No tinies! Am big! Ver' big!" Keigo protested. "But who'll be my baby if you're so big?" Keigo faltered. If he wasn't dada's baby boy, then dada wouldn't have one. Dada needed one! Keigo accepted defeat, laying his head back down. "Okie, am lil," He agreed, ever-reluctantly. He was tired. And he was too young to fall asleep on his own. "Right. You can stay like this as long as you want," Dabi reassured him, picking up on Keigo's train of thought. "Da ver nice," Keigo murmured, letting his eyes fall shut. Dabi sat there in silence, holding Keigo's small body and watching as his breathing evened out, deep breaths that quieted even the loudest ones. It was beautiful, really. Just how Keigo was.

[riftwalker-limbro]

I know I sent you numbers last night. I doubt I was the only one. I don't care, I'm dumping more rotations on you bc i need to know and it's Topical (get excitedly listened to idiot)

Does Pride exist in your verse in any capacity? If yes, how is it celebrated? And how do your OCs specifically celebrate?

you were in fact the only one and i am mentally sending you a very tight hug about it

you're tormenting me with my own limited drawing abilities so fucking much. do you even know.

well, you know that my verse is enormously self-indulgent. therefore, this post is going to be enormously self-indulgent by definition as well. if i manage to do this right it is going to be sickening levels of wholesome. you've been warned

first,

general setting exploration.

i think that all the -phobia nonsense is, well, nonsense, so i think that people in my verse should have gotten over all of that and instead everyone's just chill with each other in that regard. there's still other kinds of discourse but none like that anymore.

therefore, the part of pride's purpose that's "this is a riot, we're here, get used to it" is fulfilled. instead, in my universe, i think it'd be fun to make it more of a kind of.. celebration of all kinds of love thing. like valentine's day but less individualistic, more just the concept itself and all of its variations on the same level. idk i don't celebrate valentine's day myself or know anything about how others do bc it's just. Not That Big except for corporate nonsense around me

it should still be celebrated with parades and rainbows and music and joy and flag-waving and hugs between strangers and just-being-together because i've only ever been to a parade myself once and the atmosphere was fucking incredible. trying to recreate that vibe here with the extreme limitations of the written word is not doing it justice. i think that pride month would still be a thing and people could wear rainbow-colored things to everyday activities and functions. you know where i'm going with this

and now

the fun character-specific stuff.

(disclaimer after side-eyeing this section for half an hour: this was Harder Than I Thought what the Hell. so it doesn't explore Everyone. this is going to be on the brain for the rest of the month though.)

the one who popped into my mind immediately is verica, pre-warframe - she'd sponsor her own whole float and just spend the whole parade making music with her band on it. once she meets pule and jay they help out too - pule's running around the float and handing out freebies/snacks; jay's doing something more behind-the-scenes, probably driving the float. another image in my head immediately is either or both of the academics wearing inconspicuous rainbow items to their respective lectures/lab hours/meetings during pride month. they now both own several pairs of rainbow socks for specifically this. maybe a (bow) tie. it is so unfair that i'm completely out of drawing juice right now. i am mentally screaming at my drawing tablet

during warframe era... hm. having trouble coming up with anything for parades beyond "they would go to at least one a year with the full hyena squad" but they absolutely have rainbow paints and ribbons on board for the whole month. oh, and if only there was someone with a perfectly blank canvas of a hat somewhere. that he conveniently leaves off when he sleeps.

other assorted thoughts..

pule should get a shitty rainbow-colored paper crown.

verica should be able to make the little feather thing on her helmet change colours if she thinks about it really hard.

bruiser would go for the full body paint job. yes this is as chaotic and fun to apply as it sounds

kali learns verica's trick for Rainbow Fire. if this was a setting where people would still be nasty about it this would be an incredibly useful trick in addition to being obviously awesome

ohhh what if helver learns to do some kind of flame choreography for this specifically. i think that would be cool

[jade-gemstone]

Ok, tell me, how did each of the characters get their talent?

HELL YEAH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING AN ASK ABOUT DESPAIR'S FLAME!!!

So, I'm only going to discuss the characters I made (the other co-creators can reblog with their characters if they so choose), and I'm going to say how I decided on their talents and how they canonically got their talents.

Just for reference, the game takes place post tragedy.

Hisomu Isei, SHSL Roboticist: I thought of their talent while listening to a song. Canonically, they and their father assisted with the creation of the megaphone neutralizer guns used by the future foundation to dispose of Monokuma robots during the tragedy. Due to Hisomu's promise and their contribution, they were promised a spot as the SHSL Roboticist when Hope's Peak reopened.

Sae Yamamori, SHSL Bunraku Puppeteer: I actually got her talent from a random talent generator while I was on an OC making kick a few years ago. After deeper research in Bunraku and several years developing her, she quickly became one of my favorite OCS I've ever made. As for in canon, she simply honed her talent until she was the most well known and respected puppeteer in Osaka Prefecture. It also didn't hurt that her wealthy family made many financial contributions to the future foundation.

Katsumi Shinohara, SHSL Primary School Teacher's Assistant: I honestly don't remember how I came up with this talent, as Katsumi was made a long time ago. I think I made her design and personality first, then gave her a talent that fit that (as I did a lot when making my first few OCS). Similarly to Hisomu, she canonically has her talent due to helping a parental figure. They and their adoptive mother - a primary school teacher - helped house hundreds of children in a bunker to keep them safe during the tragedy. Due to her bravery and willingness to help in the face of almost certain doom, she was offered to be a student at Hope's Peak when it reopened.

Ixia Carter, Ultimate Ballet Dancer: I'd always wanted to make an Ultimate Ballet Dancer, and saw my chance with an archetype needed for the Despair's Flame story to properly develop. In canon, she was the most talented and most successful young ballerina at the School of American Ballet. Her first performance post tragedy helped create new interest in the arts in New York and show the persistence of art through despair.

Hensoku Shuwaka, SHSL Cryptologist: One day while I was just sitting around, a quote (that no real person has said as far as I'm aware) popped into my head that made me think "Hm, that would be a great thing for an Ultimate Ghost Hunter to say." After further thought and development of the idea, I settled on Cryptologist as the talent. In canon, Hensoku preserved and pioneered legends and myths across the world through many notebooks, an internet blog, and the power of hyperfixation/memorization. The preservation of cultural history was what awarded him the title.

Atlas Aetos, Ultimate Vinyl Record Collector: I thought of his talent while coming up with characters for a DR AU for another fandom that I never actually made. I liked the talent, though, so I kept it and made a wholly different character out of it. In canon, he preserved and found music that could have been entirely lost during the tragedy due to how closely he protected his records. After the tragedy, he amassed the largest (still existing) record collection.

Emmett Anouilh, Ultimate Physicist: We needed another academic Ultimate. I'm in a class at school where I'm doing a lot of physics work right now. Write what you know, bada bing bada boom Ultimate Physicist. In canon, he is the son of a well respected physics professor. He helped to improve upon the work of both his father and other prevalent modern physicists. His extreme intelligence at a young age as well as heavy contributions to a complicated scientific field caught the eye of a certain prominent member of the future foundation, who scouted Emmett when Hope's Peak was set to reopen.

Fushigi Akarui, SHSL ???: I wanted to make a SHSL ??? for this game, and sort of built her around the title. As for in the story? She wishes she knew how she got to be there. She really does.

[stevethehairington]

💭📚for the fic writer ask game?

riaaa ty for the ask!!

💭 What inspires you and your writing?

honestly anything and everything does! i've pulled inspiration from just about everything you can think of - other shows/movies/books, posts i see, stories people tell me, something i hear someone say, things that have happened to me personally, poetry i read, songs i listen to, random objects i see out in the wild, things i'm feeling.

all i need is something that sends a spark into my brain and then i'm off.

📚 Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?

ooh, okay i looove reccing fics and writers so this is a great one. however, i feel like most of the writers that i would normally rec are our friends or writers i know you've already heard of lol, sooooo i will give a couple of fics this time instead!

first up:

someone else's favorite song by @fastcardotmp3

i am currently about halfway through this one and it is absolutely gorgeous. a beautiful exploration of grief and friendship and love and what that all means when it gets tangled up and the edges start to blur. literally anything by dot is a masterpiece and this one is no exception to that!!

heed the ominous warning of talking heads by audacity_of_bluejays

this one was SO good omg. i know you're picky about your time travel lol so before you see that tag and go hm not gonna chance it, it's important that you know that it's not really time travel per se? it's more like steve gets transported to an alternate universe that exists because he made one decision instead of another at a previous point in time to show him how his life would be if he actually does that. and he has to like figure out how to get back to his own universe so he can make sure this one doesn't happen for him. it's a really good one and the platonic stobin in this one is also sososooo good, they are ride or die in any universe in any circumstance and that's so nice to see here.

your cosmic call sign by @nancywheeeler

okay i know i recced this one on the server already after i finished reading it but im reccing it again bc holy fuck it's so good and i love it so much. the vibes in this one are off the charts. it's got sci-fi, it's got bowie, it's got radio dj eddie, it's got a homemade documentary, it's got aliens, it's got everything. oh and the format of the fic is SO cool, like it's got radio show excerpts and newspaper article pieces and things like that interspersed through the actual story that add SO much and it's just so awesome and so creative. also the fact that super 8 (aka my favorite movie) is mentioned in the beginning authors note is just. an automatic win for this fic bc that movie is my favorite and it is so underrated and the fact that it was an inspiration for this fic is everything to me sdkfs.

hours and hours by @steddiesupportgroup

i read this one a while ago but it has been on my mind sooo much the past few days lol. it's a pwp lmfao, bc what is friendship if not reccing pwp's to each other right? but yeah it's got a lot going on but never in a way that makes it feel overwhelming as a reader, and it all melds together very well. it's heady, it's languid yet purposeful, it's passionate, it's fun, it's full of care. a very very good read!!

noise by @viagoh

i'm sure nico is probably tired of seeing my name pop up in their notifications but i cannot not gush about all of their stuff. their art is everything to me but this fic!! this fic is sooo good and sooo beautifully written!! a glimpse at steve and eddie's relationship and a brief exploration of steve's parents and what they meant to him. a trip down memory lane but in a way that's sort of bittersweet. tw for some memory loss but it's more of an allusion to it, like it's not quiiiiite happening yet but it's something that will happen later down the line. but yeah, the characterization in this one is just sooo spot on and i love the way that steve and eddie's dynamic was written here, it's so good.

fanfic writer ask game

[somnolent-sparrow]

Lilith's Challenge Day 1 attempt 1

You don't even have to read the full post do you? "Attempt 1"? Well that just says it all doesn't it. But I shouldn't skip ahead too much now.

So I saw a couple posts of people struggling with this fun little kinky challenge from @lilithtransrights, and thought: "hm, that sounds fun, I don't know what the big deal is". I was wrong, soooo wrong. 5 edges a day 20 days, no finishing. Simple in theory, delightfully difficult in practice. So here's the story of how I failed:

I decided to lay a towel down and straddle my yoga ball in front of my computer. I'm not that messy, I just like minimizing cleanup. I like to listen to something spicy when I'm going at it, and I had just found a delightful edging mantra audio . "Good girls don't think. Good girls obey. Good girls rub their minds away."

By the second edge the mantra was very appropriate. The closer I got to the edge the more careful I had to be. I wasn't stoking anymore but rubbing with two fingers, bumping the underside of my head with my palm on every rub. And that's when things started to go wrong. The same post with the challenge had a link to lilith's literotica account, and gosh she just had to write a story about someone going through the same challenge, finishing the same challenge. That wasn't what pushed me over the edge, not yet.

After three edges I took a small breather, I had finished with her short story, and wanted to find something more visual to rub to. Switching to another tab and r/transhenti was at the top of my reddit feed, the 'Wholesome Kinky' tag in fact. Something you should know about me, petplay, hypnotism, drones? Yeah, big turn on, and with one click I had a buffet in front of me.

That was probably a bad idea in hindsight, I should have stopped at three and continued later. I got sloppy, it was only one ore two rubs between edge and ruin after all. I was very disappointed in myself when I looked down and saw a trail of white, I had only gotten to 3 edges, I should have been able to do better than that!

I should probably say now that I've added an extra rule to my attempt. If I fail not only do I have to start the 20 days start over, I have to Empty myself.

So… I guess it was fun-ishment time. I kept going. 1 more ruin, the twitches a bit more forceful showing that I was getting sloppy, but even then I didn't stop, I wasn't Empty yet. Over sensitized, feelings blurring the line between pleasure and pain I kept rubbing. Mantras blurred in my ears, "Good girls don't think. Good girls obey. Good girls rub their minds away." rub rub pant rub pant rub… release.

It was wonderful, it was horrible, pleasure tickling and popping along my skin, muscles pulled tight, twitching. This wasn't a ruin, it was too powerful for that, but it wasn't sunshine and roses. Only a couple drops came out this time, but it was the most intense, too intense, all I was left to do was clench my thighs around the yoga ball and rock my way through the feelings.

Eventually, when the lightest brush stopped sending shocks of painpleasurepain down my spine I was able to get up.

So 3 edges, 2 ruins, and one mindboggling orgasm. It looks like I get to reset the counter and try again later. I can understand why another person had to resort to chastity later in the challenge. October does start in 2 days, so it would be very on brand for me to follow suit.

[onewomancitadel]

@allgirlsareprincesses said:

You're right though

💅 I don't want to be lol. I sat here for a while (and I've sat before and thought about it) and even examples of like Raistlin who is a relatively well known actual very naughty bad wizard and goes through a full redemption arc and has a love interest of a Good Healer Girl he still doesn't end up with her and she's basically written out of the narrative - and from what I've heard from another fan (Nightbloomwitch) one of the lead creators was adamantly pro-redemption but adamantly anti-romance and was very annoyed by female readers sending letters demanding the return of Crysania to be with Raistlin.

Man hates money if you ask me.

Scratching my head thinking of any, really. I think it's only that trope that's overdone - punishing characters for caring - because it thinks it's twisty and clever, but it's very, very rarely narrative or thematically justified. It's just punishment.

I wrote another post a while ago about it because from what I can tell it's been a major trend in recent pop culture since Reylo because they didn't understand what worked about Reylo - like even Stranger Things had the bizarre 'you and I are two halves of the same whole' bullshit where Eleven is punished for helping One, essentially, and then there's some weaksauce love is magical moment that saves Max? And I'm expected to care? I mean, I don't care because I only watched ST to feel included (lol) and because my bf's dad likes it (that's what matters), but it's just weird to see the resurgence (at least two other major media I can think have done it) of such a shitty trope with no stakes.

Obviously you can't have compassion as a transformational power either because it's got to be some uncoordinated action sequence and involve lots of screaming or whatever. Well what about tenderness in the presence of violence, hm, isn't that powerful... sigh.

Still trying to think of some, I'm sure there are lesser examples but the distinction between trope and actual realised story is relevant here. What made Reylo different was that it was actually the perfect setting for space magic to really be feelings and redemption to be front and centre.

This is a topic I'm very passionate about, because it feels like there are so many of us who love this kind of thing yet so little that caters to it genuinely. I cannot figure out why.

I mean ignoring the anti bullshit the most annoying refutation of Reylo was 'There are too many stories where women fix/fall in love with bad guys' and I'm like WHERE. WHERE are my sad redeemed Byronic hero space princes in love with the good girl because I want them now please

Of course what is really being described is the trope of the good girl 'fixing' a bad guy (ignoring all of the interrelated growth of Reylo) which never, never ends with them happily together and quite often ends in punishment of her compassion and perceived foolishness, so it's not really a repeated story because I genuinely cannot think of any that solves it with a transformational romance.