#but what is CAUSING it is the real question

[totemstones]

Burnout

(Giselle x Male Reader)

Tags : Bratty Gigi, Handjob, Sloppy Toppy, Sex, Dirty Talk, Mommy Kink, Recording

w/ plenty amount of music gimmicks

Length : 2.1K words

‘Nah, come on, you’ve never been like this. What happened?’

‘I just... have a little bit burnout’

You and Giselle are friends. You start getting closer to her since you have been doing songs with her, 24 songs that you and Giselle have done together, both finished and unfinished. Once you even think that you want to do a collab tape with her.

You were supposed to finish the verse on one song off Giselle's solo album. But at some point, you can’t even think of any lyrics, or words. 

‘Nah, keep your head up, man. You can do this. You can tell me what happened. We have been doin’ this things so many times. I’ll be your therapist’ - Giselle trying to cheers up yet concerns

‘I don’t know, i just-, feel like I can't think any words. But I don't have any problems for real. Don’t worry, nothin’ can stop me’

‘Cap. You look like a miserable guy right now, i can see. Let me do something’

Suddenly, Giselle starts to kneel in front of you while you sit on the sofa in the studio. She starts to put both of her hands and slide up from your shins, to your knees, and finish at your crotch. Then rubbing it at slow pace.

‘Woah woah, what you doin’?’

‘I just, you know-, give you a little heat. So, I decide to rub your wood. Based on the science, when the wood got rubbed, it creates fire. I heard that you’re burnout right? I want to lit your fire back again’

After that, she unbuckles your belt and takes off your pants down on the mat. The plump bulge that was caused by your friend got shown. When Giselle sees that, she does her mischievous smile after saw your wood.

‘Oh! I never knew that you have… such a big cock, a really really big one. Why you never show this to me? I guess this is your hidden talent, don’t hide it to me after this. OK?’ 

Your last cover was over, she takes off the underwear. Her face was too close to your cock that caused your cock flip up and hit her cheek.

‘Oh!, it slaps me. But what will hit me harder, your lyrics or your cock’

Giselle puts one hand to stroke your cock, and another hand to fondle your ball. Giselle pursing her lips while doing it. This action of hers can make you look at the ceiling and release a satisfying moan.

‘Have you ever thought- about… the fantasy about me?’

‘Nev- Never. Cuz you know- you’re my friend, it would be weird i-if I ever think about that. But since you’re doing this to me, i might looking forward about it- and thanks for this therapy’

Then, she pacing up the tempo and puts her both hands to pumping your cock, still seeing the glans even when she puts both hands on.

‘Your cock is so fucking big. Anyways. Do you love me-?’

‘Yes. I fucking love you’

‘I’m not even finished the fucking question, I just want to ask that if you love me when I'm doing this’

‘Fuck’

You thought that she was asking if you love her, you slipped out your real feeling of her.

‘So. Do you really love me?’ 

‘Definitely’ 

‘Alright. call me mommy then?’

‘What- Ah hell nah, you’re not my mommy’

At first, you feel offended. But then, Giselle start to playing with your cock, put her face closer to your cock and place it on her face, you can feel the breath from her nose that give you a goosebump.

‘Look at me! Your cock is longer than my face. I don’t know how many times I’ll say this, but you have such a big cock’

Giselle puts her nose and drags along from your balls to the cock. Then started to put it into her mouth.

‘Oh! I'm sorry. I just wanted to play with it for more minutes, but it ended up in my mouth. I'm sorry for the accident. But I think you want it to happen, right? So, since it happening, I’ll continue it’

Giselle starts to suck you cock, goes up and down, while keeping both eyes on you, wanting to see your relaxing face from this therapy section. Giselle keeps spitting on your cock, and oftenly switches to handjob that more slippery than before. Giselle getting more sloppy, her face full of her own saliva, her lips have lipstick color faded marks. She start to giving faster pace for you.

‘I've been doing this for a while now. Can you finally call me mommy?’

‘No. I didn’t see your full potential yet. Instead, Can you show me your hidden talent? Since i had already showed it to you. If it great, i might call it for you then’

‘Deal. And i’m not only do it for the calling, ‘cause i’ll make you scream it’ 

Giselle moving far away from you, standing in the middle of the room. Then, she starts to pull her jeans down, showing her pink panties. Then taking off her pink hoodie, showing the pink bra that she is wearing.

‘That’s a bar’

‘What? I’m not even rapping yet’

' I'm just saying that's a 'bra' '

‘Alright, enough. Fuck me then’

‘You want it now?’

‘Yeah, fuck that. I want it now’

Giselle starts to take off her bra, showing her pink titties. And take off her panties as well, showing her pink pussy. She’s throwing both of covers at you. You gotta wipe it to the side to see her full naked body. 

‘Damn. How many pinky things in you?’

‘All pink. But i’m thinking ‘bout dying my hair red. So, Can you paint the white for me before?’

‘As you want, Gigi’

Giselle moving closer to you, controlling your head up by her finger and kissing for a moment, you feel like you’ve fallen into a trance by her passionate kissing. While Giselle still not moving her mouth out of you, you can feel that your cock is starting to sense something had touched and its moving slowly.

‘You feeling it?’

‘A Little’

‘Wanna feel more?’

‘Yeah’

Giselle puts her body down like how gravity works. Both of you release the moans, feeling the same thing. She hugs your neck and slowly moves up and down, while you sucking at her tits.

‘Ah- it’s feeling so good, never have a big cock inside me like yours before. This satisfying me a lot’

You also move your hips to hit her pink kitty, the slapping sound has turned both of you on so much.

‘It’s getting too quiet in here. Can you come to the recording room to open some songs for me?’

‘Aight’

Before you take it out, Giselle hits your arm and pushes you back before you even stand up.

‘Wha- What?’

‘I forgot to tell you, I have a little challenge for you; Move to the room with me, but your cock have to still stuck in me, don’t take it out yet. Can you do it?’

‘Ah- fine’

‘Yah! Good boy’

You stand up and carrying her body to go to the inside of the room, one hand entwines her butt and the other hand hugs her from behind. Giselle starts to move again, but moving like she’s struggling. You can’t fully control your legs and it makes her back hitting the table at mixing panel. And then, she starts screaming.

‘AHHHHHHH Help meeeee’

‘I’m sorry. Where’s you hurting’

‘Just move and come into the room!’

‘Ok Ok’

You ran into the recording room, and put her on the table and checked what happened to her.

‘AHHHH HELP ME!’

‘WHERE DO YOU GET HURT- WHERE!’

You look at every spot of her body that if she’s hurting or anything. At that moment, Giselle starts to laughing at you.

‘Haha i didn’t say that i’m hurting, dumbo, don’t overreact. I mean ‘help me- to cum already’, i’m too horny for this, i can’t bare with it anymore. I want you to cum in me and cum with me together’

‘Bruh, bratty behavior’

You put her on the table and start pounding her again while Giselle grabs her phone and tries to select the song.

‘Can you fucking stay still? I can’t even clicking the song’

‘Guess it’s my challenge then’

‘Alright’

You continue pounding her without knowing what song she will put on the speakers. Once it got play, you can recognize your voice on it. 

‘Is that our song?’

‘Yea- Yeah. It’s our song, i always love thi-this song, ah- i love hearing your voice on the track, it makes me wet every time. Once i ever fingered myself while playing this song on repeat’

‘That’s romantic f-for me. But wait? This song isn’t finished yet right?’

‘Ye- Yeah?’

Giselle already knows that you might bring the mood back again, the feeling of unfinishing the work. Then, she starts to have an idea.

‘Ca- Can you bring that mic to me’

‘Huh? What you gon do?’

‘Bring that shit!’

You bring the microphone to her and put it beside you and Giselle.

‘Can you o-open the file of this song and record it?’

‘Al- alright What you gon do?’

‘Have you ever heard of ‘P Power’ by Gunna’

‘Oh. I understand it’

‘Yeah, do it like what they did’

You turn your back to the computer and look for the file of this song. When you find it, you prepare to start the special recording session.

‘You Ready?’

‘Let’s do it’

You press the record button, the 90’s R&B instrumental fulfills this sex scene, it makes you pound her harder than ever. All the sounds that happen in this room got recorded through a microphone.

‘Ah- Ah- Harder baby I'm nearly cum now. Ah- you’re pounding me so good baby. Make me cum please and we can cum together’

‘Ah- Your pussy is so good baby, wish i could pound this forever. No better pussy like yours baby, you sucked me so good lately’

The song was close to the outro and you feel like you are about to cum soon.

‘I’m about to cum baby, are you close yet?’

‘Ah- Yes Baby. I’m nearly cum now’

‘Let’s cum together’

‘Before you cum in me, ah- Can you call me mommy one time?’

‘Yes I can. Mommy. Milking me please, ‘til my breath runs out, ‘til i can’t cum anymore’

The part where the drums were cut off is the time that you and Giselle had cum together, only the sex scene sound and a few instruments. You both felt good feelings for each other, showing their relieved expression. You bend closer to her and whisper.

‘I love you baby’

‘Love you too’

Before you start to get tissue to wipe anything, you press the stop recording button on the screen and start to clean the booth for her.

‘You love this idea aren't you?’ 

‘Love it, you’re so fucking creative’

‘I’m creatively fucking, should add bed squeaking sound after’

‘You want to add it?’

‘Yes. It might add more tension for the song’

‘Let’s record it at my house then’

You have the fire again and recorded a few songs after that sex. And you went back home with Giselle to recorded the bed squeaking sound.

Next week, the appointment of the next recording session. You open the door and see the producer sitting in front of the computer.

‘Hey! What’s up man’

‘Hi Nice to meet you bro’

‘Nice to meet you too. How many beats you’ve produced this morning’

‘A couple, man’

‘That’s great. Show it to me then’

‘Before I show it to you. Can i ask you a question’

‘Yeah?’

‘I just went to see what you produced last week, and then I found this: What happened to this song?’

‘What song?’

The producer plays that song that had special recording last week, the voice recording was the length of the full song, 4 minutes long with sex sound behind it. You start smiling to the producer.

‘What the fuck is this?’

‘I mean, It's a sample bruh, just put it for the mood man, 90’s R&B vibe’s songs often play while people are having sex, you didn’t know that?’

‘I mean-, alright. i’ll give it to you man’

‘Yeah, right? Slow and smooth instrumentals are created something, don’t cut it off the track, leave it, it’s already finished’

You talk with producer and then go into the booth to record some songs. Suddenly, your producer wants you to listen something.

‘Hey, you want to listen to the song that Giselle had recorded a couple days ago? You might want to hop on the track’

‘Yeah play it’

The producer plays Giselle’s unfinished song with this bar on it.

‘If you wanna be my pet, call me mommy’

You start to smile and giggle a little at what she said. The producer sees your reaction. 

‘What do you even laugh about?’

‘Nothing’

Then you continue this session, while that bar is still around your head, reminding you of the special session last week. 

- totemstones

[mumistarrr]

Promise are never kept by narcissist people.

It was a promise that I was told that made me go with my ex. The promise to learn sign language to communicate better with me. He promised to understand that my kids come first. He promise to respect me. He did none of those things. I was healing from a breakup of 18 years and he came out of nowhere begging me to give him a chance. I just wanted to heal. I know nothing else but my husband I was with for 18 years I didn’t even know red flags to look out for. He never learned asl even after a year and made excuses why. He didn’t respect my kids coming first and argued with me about my oldest one as if I was supposed to do what he told me to do with her. He isn’t her father, and he didn’t raise them. He will tell me what they are diagnosed with and that their doctors are wrong. Like boi, you didn’t finish medical school. You’re nowhere near an expert and I’m supposed to listen to you against ppl with actual phd. Ppl who took time out of their life to study the field you never stepped foot in. He was an X-ray and CAT scan technician, not an actual doctor and he would argue with me about my kid's diagnosis. That know-it-all-all attitude is a whole mental illness. He also threw my mental illness in my face when he would trigger arguments. He would tell his friend everything personal that made me uncomfortable but yet cater to his friend and tell me I’m fucked up making his friend uncomfortable. Like who are you with? Me or him. He is and still is the biggest hypocrite I ever met. Who would talk about his friends but yet let them owe him thousands of dollars that he would complain about to me? Then he thought my youngest one was on his side in the last argument we had. My daughter when we got home hugged me and told me straight up she was glad I was leaving him. She thought he was going to hit me. He never kept a promise he made for me to be with him. Not one promise. He forced me to talk about my trauma by lip-reading him which physically hurt me but he didn’t care at all. I was uncomfortable but he would make excuses why I needed to answer his questions about my rape about what my brother did to me all them years and why I didn’t scream yell or fight back. It started when I was six. How dare he force me to talk about what I didn’t want to. He completely controlled me and would justify it by saying “I just want to know more about u”. You never force ppl to talk about their trauma. It’s not your trauma to begin with. It had to be his say. And only his. That’s straight mental abuse. And when he gets too drunk he would physically hurt me without realizing it. He wouldn’t stop drinking though because I’m not allowed to tell him what to do. But he can force me to talk about what I didn’t want to. He was beyond a monster beyond a mistake. A demon in disguise. And he thinks he can call me the love of his life and ask me to not let my kids hate him. Fck him. They got their real father back in their life and are happier now. Their father had been back and forth in the hospital with me because of how Joshi pulled my stitches with his nails being drunk. But he told my daughter he just hugged me too tight. Ummm there’s a picture with his nails being imbedded in my skin. Today I still have a scar. My doctors want me to press charges against him for medical reasons that he caused and I should. He needs to learn a lesson that his actions shouldn’t go unnoticed. He needs to learn he is an alcoholic and he turned into the person he swore he didn’t want to be. He’s the worst. At the end of our last argument, he tried to make it seem like my youngest daughter agreed with him but in reality, she was extremely upset with him. She didn't even want his Xmas gift which is being thrown out. She knew and saw how evil he was to try to pin me against my oldest daughter. The way he stood up against me for all the wrong reasons he would never do to another man like the ones he talks about. I regret ever giving him a chance mad at myself for not listening to myself. I never wanted to date him.

[akula-blue]

You know, people keep saying the same two words:

"Bulkier. Slower."

And it's true. They are. Because they are NOT a mech, at all.

Sure, it's got arms and legs. But no neural interface to speak of, no fancy controls. Let's remove all the onboard AI and Stimulant talk here for a second, a combat mech cockpit has as much going on as a fighter jet, if not more. Dozens of readouts, hundreds of switches, the seat containing numerous buttons and controllers.

A civvy? Sure it's got some of the ol' switches for the reactor and what not. But it's a car, it's a vehicle. Everything is minimalist, the whole thing works on basically two joysticks, some even have pedals for leg movement.

They are a sham, by and large. A tank or a jet can perform most of what a mech can, with enough modifications. But we, as a species, chose for mechs to be our instruments of war. Not cause they were an 'ideal all terrain vehicle', come on. It's cause we liked to pilot our own idols, having our war chariot double time as our own god damn statue. And of course the homuncular adaptive response made it easier for a pilot to directly interface with the systems of a large body than a large hunk of metal on wheels.

Civvy mechs are the same. They could just as easily be replaced by drones, or forklifts, or cranes, or any other tech. But they are kept around anyway, to continue this great god damn narrative, that fake superiority of the mechs.

Wanna know what it feels like to pilot one of these clunkers? After being in the real deal? It's a quiet hell is what it is. It thrusts two things at you, day by day. First, that you're not a real pilot, not anymore. This is a machine pretending to be a mech, nothing more. And you're no better, a washed up has-been playing pretend like the rest.

And second, how little it all mattered. You scold your brain with chems, day after day, flood your synapses with data till it fills like your head will explode, barely dodging incoming fire. Watching your comrades' signals flick off, one after another, only to come back to base and realise you have hangers with metric tons of ammunition, but not one shovel to give them a proper burial with.

Every time I rev the engine on this thing, it asks me the same question. "And for what?" Those machines out there are pretending too. Pretending to be the optimal weapon of war, simply trying to fill the role that we humans forced upon it. Perhaps if we all just woke up a fair bit ago to this fact, we could've changed what happened. Maybe then we wouldn't keep getting truckloads of these broken bastards from the frontlines, among whom the mad are the lucky ones.

No, here's what I learned over the years. Plotting a mech is torture either way. The ones out there shootin', that's a loud kind of hell. Some may even like it. But this thing? It's a quiet kind, it fills your head with doubt and weighs your consciousness down until you drown.

But piloting all I know. What's left for me to do?

Alright mechposters, what've you got for civilian mecha? I'm talking mecha in construction, agriculture, transportation, wilderness navigation, mining & salvage, emergency services, disaster response, etc. What exactly are they used for, what's it like to pilot one, how is it different from a combat mech?

If you want a more substantial prompt: a former combat pilot adjusting to a new job as a civilian pilot.

(This was written by a transfem, TERFs fix your hearts or die.)

[jakeyispuppy]

SLEEPLESSNESS | PARK SUNGOON

🌌 Pairing: Park Sunghoon Perverted boyfriend! x female reader Cute girlfriend who's willing to try new things!

🌌 Summary: The female reader proposes to Sunghoon that they have sex while one of them is sleeping. Sunghoon, thinking about it so much, ends up having a wet dream and from that moment on, he can't go back to sleep without imagining the things that could happen while the reader sleeps.

🌌 Genre: Smut.

🌌 Words: 1K.

🌌 Warnings: Sunghoon as a pretty dirty pervert!, somnophilia, vulgar language, unprotected sex, Sunghoon makes a mess in the reader's panties!, nicknames, established relationship, nipple stimulation, wet dream, fairly explicit obscenity, nipple play, getting caught in the act. (Sorry, if I missed any tags)

Sungghoon didn't know how he'd ended up like this: With a boner pounding against his shorts in the middle of the night. While you were sleeping peacefully next to him, oblivious to the mess your cute boyfriend had created.

It had all started yesterday morning when you were in the kitchen, washing the dishes after breakfast. The question came up as something monotonous, something simple that seemed the most normal thing in both of your daily lives. But it wasn't. At least not for Sunghoon:

"Hey, baby," you called out as he sipped some water. His eyes scanned you, reassuring you that he was paying attention. "What do you think about doing it while one of us is asleep?"

Your question came out so naturally that Sunghoon almost spit out his water. Sunghoon placed his glass on the counter and looked at you with a frown. Were you sure he'd heard correctly?

"What?"

That was the only thing that escaped his lips as you chuckled softly.

"I'm serious," you said with a smile.

"So..." Sunghoon cleared his throat, looking at you in a mixture of disbelief and surprise. "Would you like to try that?"

You looked at him amused and nodded.

"Yes, but if you don't like the idea..."

"No, I mean..." Sunghoon scratched his neck and looked away, ignoring your curious, mischievous eyes.

He didn't even know what to say. But even though the idea sounded so strange to him, he couldn't deny that he felt strangely aroused just imagining you at his mercy. Vulnerable, able to do whatever he wanted to you, while being completely sure that you wouldn't be mad at him for doing something like that the next day, because you were perfectly fine with the idea, or that's how it sounded to him when your words left your lips.

"So?" You asked once again, looking at him slyly.

Something in Sunghoon's expression changed. His previously restless and confused eyes seemed glossy and filled with intensity as he licked his lips, scanning you.

"If that's what you'd like, I'm... I'm fine with that." Sunghoon looked away. You noticed his slightly flushed cheeks and chuckled.

That was how it all began. But Sunghoon couldn't forget that conversation all day, and now, in the middle of the calm night. After having an intense dream about you, his imagination was taking its toll. His cock ached and his breathing was labored as he watched you lying on his chest with one leg draped over his, your breathing calm and your body relaxed.

He really wanted to see you like those other nights, when you seemed so peaceful and tender. While he gently stroked your hair. But right now, just seeing you wearing a pair of panties and one of his button-down shirts, Sunghoon felt an immense desire to fuck you, even more so after that dream.

It was your fault that he wanted to take you like this now, even though you were on your fifth dream. He just wanted to get rid of his damn erection, caused by all the suppressed thoughts he'd had yesterday.

Scene after scene replays in his head, as if it were imprinted inside his brain. As if that lustful dream had been more real than just a trick of his mind. Sunghoon runs his hungry eyes over your sleepy body. Your swollen lips, the way your knee occasionally brushes against his erection, your breasts peeking through your white shirt and that tiny pair of plain, black panties.

His trembling fingers run over the soft skin of your arm. Gently. With no intention of waking you up. His fingers rise to your neck, gently touching it, raising goosebumps and causing you to stir, letting out an incoherent murmur before lying still again.

Sunghoon lets out a stifled sigh and brings his hand to your cheek, gently groping it. Then you stir again. Your knee brushes against his bulge again, causing a grunt to escape his lips.

Sunghoon could have simply gone to the bathroom and cleaned up his mess, but he can't forget your words. You gave him an invitation to... He used you, and he just wanted to fuck you now. When you looked so beautiful and vulnerable to him. He felt like a fucking pervert with an absurd fetish that made his cock harden with every passing second.

Sunghoon leans closer to you, his lips gently pressing against your cheek. His hand travels to the leg you have draped over his and moves it slightly, squeezing and massaging your thigh lazily.

"Fuck, why do you have to do this with me, babe?" He growled through gritted teeth, saying it more to himself than to you.

Gently, he positioned you so you were lying face up on the bed. His thumb probed over your panties, pushing up against your clit, making you shudder in your sleep. He couldn't hold it in anymore!

Sunghoon slowly lowers his shorts and boxers, careful not to wake you. His cock bounces against your abdomen. Rising, rock-hard, the tip; dripping with precum.

He's not even thinking. He aligns his cock with your clothed pussy, and then the only thing on his mind is the way his cock is now rubbing against your panties, soaking them with his precum. He keeps thrusting between your clothed walls, the underwear becoming more and more transparent, and his free hand pushes your leg to the side, giving him more access to your pussy. His head falls back, his eyes close, his lower lip ends up between his teeth, bitten down hard to silence the moans and groans that want to escape his lips.

Sunghoon is making a mess of your panties. But he doesn't care; to him, you look fucking good with your panties damp from his own arousal. The thought of you waking up is still on Sunghoon's mind, and it still worries him, because despite what you told him, the fear mixed with his arousal is still latent on his skin. He feels a little more daring and moves the hand he's holding your leg to your panties and moves them to the side, not taking them off, just opening a small opening to begin inserting his tip into your hole. He's not even seriously penetrating you; he just slides his tip in without even touching you and repeats his action desperately. He's seriously making a complete mess.

Your body feels strangely dreamy; for a moment, heat runs through you, and you feel aroused and dripping. But you think it's just a wet dream, until you hear Sunghoon's soft moan, making your eyes widen in confusion.

But Sunghoon is too focused on cumming in your panties, moving his hips back and forth. His tip thrusting in and out rapidly and his moans are music to your ears. If you weren't completely sleepy and now also horny because of your boyfriend, You'd probably be more than thrilled with the scene.

"Hoon..." You gasped, half asleep, clinging to his shoulders to make him stop.

Sunghoon looked at you, half scared, half excited, not stopping his movements. Fuck, he was terrified, but he didn't want to stop. His desire to fuck you was driving him crazy, and now that you were awake, he wouldn't let you close your eyes again.

"W-what... Are you doing?"

"I was so turned on by your fucking fetish for fucking while you sleep, and I..." Sunghoon let out a growl as he thrust his cock into your pussy, drawing a muffled moan from you. "Fuck, baby, you squeeze me so tight. You're so fucking hot when you sleep, you know that?"

Your words didn't leave your mouth, you just clung to Sunghoon's shoulders. Unable to utter words when his cock was filling your pussy, rubbing against your clit and bruising your entrance roughly. Not to mention the mess between your panties and thighs. He'd seriously become obsessed with the idea of ​​fucking you while you slept, and you loved it. You didn't think he'd agree, but now that you're seeing it with your own eyes. Sunghoon's eyes filled with lust, his lips parted, and the babbled curses escaping his lips. It was a fucking paradise for you.

"Please, Hoonie... Don't stop," you begged, on the verge of collapse.

Sunghoon didn't wait any longer, and with a smile that revealed his fangs, he thrust his hips once more, drawing a moan from you. Your head fell back against the pillow, your eyes closed, and your legs buckled. One of Sunghoon's hands hurriedly unbuttoned the buttons of the shirt you were wearing, revealing your breasts that bounced under his hard thrusts.

Sunghoon leans down and captures your left nipple between his lips, making you shudder. He sucks, licks, bites with his teeth, and finally pulls out, eliciting a cry of pain and pleasure from you. Your slippery panties collided with his cock as it thrust hard into your pussy, while he continued to pound into you, delighting in your breasts.

A spasm ran through your body, and you clenched around Sunghoon, making him smile.

"Hoonie..."

His name fell from your lips in a moan, "ah!" Swept away by a lascivious kiss that Sunghoon placed on your lips without warning.

"Come on, babe; let yourself go for me," he growled against your lips, biting your lower lip and pulling it forward.

Your thighs tense and your pussy tightens around his cock, both of you moaning, letting go from the intense sensation that shakes your bodies. Your orgasm ripples through you: intense, painful, and making you tremble slightly with repeated spasms. Sunghoon climaxes too: his hot cum falling in thick drops inside you and escaping down your thighs.

Sunghoon drops his head onto your chest: exhausted but completely happy. You stroke his hair, relaxing from your own high.

The room falls silent for a few seconds until Sunghoon finally speaks.

"Sorry," a clumsy apology fell from between his lips.

"Why?"

Sunghoon looked at you in disbelief and pointed his finger at you completely.

"For this, damn, I turned you into a mess," he complained, pursing his lips, and you laughed in amusement. "It's not funny," Sunghoon grumbled, changing completely. The Sunghoon, full of lust and insatiable desire, was gone, and now only a shy and sweet Sunghoon remained, embarrassed by what happened.

"Hoon, look at me."

You asked him, watching him raise his face, his cheeks slightly red in embarrassment.

"It was perfect, you know that, right, love?"

Sunghoon sighed and hid back in your neck.

"Are you really not mad?"

"Not at all. After all, I always knew my cute boyfriend wouldn't resist fucking me any way he wanted," you joked, eliciting a nasal chuckle from him.

"Shut up," he complained, sitting up in bed.

You laughed and copied his action.

"Let's take a shower and then go to sleep," he told you, getting out of bed.

You nodded, feeling a little tired now. But relaxed.

"Sounds good."

"Unless..."

Sunghoon paused briefly, raising an eyebrow at you curiously.

"You want to do a repeat of what we did in the bathroom," he joked in a mischievous tone, making you laugh.

"Park Sunghoon, you're seriously a pervert!"

©All rights reserved.

For translations or adaptations, please remember to ask my permission beforehand.

[millyondollarbaby]

Just saw your rules thing and HOLY SHIT YOURE SO REAL ON THE "he's yandere because he LOVES you" TYPA SHIT LIKE IM SO SICK AN TIRED ON SEEING "he chained you up because you were being naughty" LIKE UGHHH GIVE ME A YANDERE WHOSE WORLD WOULD FALL APART THE MOMENT YOU START EYEING SOMEONE ELSE!!! GIVE ME PATHETIC MEN THAT WOULD ABSOLUTELY DO ANYTHING FOR THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE!!!

Okay enough of my bullshit, can I still request??

Heh....Yandere prince (who is the heir to the throne) who is untouchable (figuratively and literally) by anyone falls inlove with a bounty hunter who he was tasked to kill? Like the scenario would be like:

•Prince was tasked by the king to slay a bounty hunter cause someone from the court died from their hands

•Prince (now disguised as an assassin) tries but fails, leading him very wounded

•Bounty hunter!reader sees him in his state and decides to nurse him back to health (they don't know he's a prince btw)

•Prince wakes up, grows wary of reader patching him up, but he quickly became Mr. Nice guy because he has plans on how to kill them

•all of his plans fail, and most of those plans lead him to getting injured, therefore extending his stay (much to the reader's amusement and his dismay)

•months turn to years, the kingdom is distraught over the crowned prince going missing, meanwhile the prince has grown to love the reader and is CONVINCED that they are married (delusional much??? Also reader does NOT know about this, they just assume that their Friend is way more clingy than usual)

Additional info: due to him being a prince, he prefers to stay indoors so that no one could take him away from his beloved❤ (he would burn the world and then kills himself if he were to be gone from them for more than 7 hours (he'll never hurt them, he'll rather kill himself than do that))

The ending is SUPER up to you!!! (Though I prefer it angst....though I am not sure if you do that) and can the gender of the reader be unspecified and they go by they/them? If no, then can the reader be female? (muscular females ohdodjdojdk)

Tysm for this opportunity to request for pathetic men❤❤ sorry for my rambling

The Crowned Prince is Dead.

(Not proofread. Will go back at some point)

That’s what the posters say now. The bounty’s been lifted. The court’s gone quiet. The palace is in mourning.

They buried an empty casket.

“Ash.”

That’s what you call him, the man you found bleeding on your doorstep two winters ago. He was half-dead, torn up, muttering nonsense in a voice meant for velvet robes and palace marble—not the woods. You didn’t ask questions. Just dragged him inside, stitched him up, and gave him soup.

You had no idea he was royalty. A crown prince. A sword sent from the king’s own hand to slay you.

Your name had reached the court after a noble’s blood stained your bounty ledger. Self-defense, really, but the nobles don’t care for context. They wanted a spectacle. A hunter hung at dawn. So they sent their perfect boy in a black cloak and a false name.

But he failed. Because when he saw you—not your reputation, not the price on your head, you—he hesitated. And in that hesitation, he was wounded. Left crawling, broken, slipping out of the castle’s grip and into yours.

And now you share a life.

Days slipped into weeks. Weeks melted into months, like snow thawing into riverwater.

Ash wove himself into your life so quietly, so seamlessly, that you hardly noticed it happening.

He began gathering firewood before you could ask, stacking it neatly by the door every morning, the scent of pine and sap clinging to him when he slipped back inside. He mended your torn clothes with clumsy stitches, tongue poking out in concentration as he tried to match thread to fabric. When you hummed old songs by the hearth, he listened with a kind of aching reverence, as if every note stitched him more tightly to this place, to you.

You teased him sometimes. Called him clingy when he hovered too close. Poked his side when he pouted in that wounded, boyish way that made you laugh. He would flush a violent red, stumbling over excuses, and you’d ruffle his hair without thinking, amused by his bashfulness.

Ash never protested. He only followed you more faithfully, his gaze tracking you with a devotion so profound it was almost prayer.

You thought he was just lonely. You assume he’s just… odd.

You thought—maybe—he was grateful for kindness after too many brutal winters alone.

You never realized what he truly believed.

In Ash’s mind, there were no blurred lines, no tentative half-steps. In his mind, you were already his spouse.

You were the sun he orbited, the river he would drown in gladly.

When you laughed, he thanked gods he didn’t believe in. When you touched him, even in jest, he memorized it, sealed it under his skin like an oath. Every night, when you slept, he sat awake in the dark, whispering prayers to whatever spirits might listen:

"Let me stay. Let me stay. Let me stay."

You didn’t know. You didn’t know that he had already killed for you—the strangers who had wandered too close, the bounty hunters still searching for your head, the royal scouts sent to reclaim their prince.

You didn’t know how ruthlessly he protected the fragile, stolen life he had built around you. How much blood had already been spilled in the name of your quiet, domestic peace.

But he never hurts you. He would never. He’d tear himself open before letting harm come near you. You are his divinity. His purpose. The axis on which his world spins.

All you saw was a boy with burnt hands and wide eyes, smiling too softly by your fire.

You have no idea he’s in love with you. You have no idea he’s convinced that this is marriage. That the gods dropped him at your door because you were meant to be his. That his entire being is now tethered to you.

And then one day, you disappear.

Just a short hunt. You leave a note. You’ll be back by dusk.

But the sun dips low and you don’t return.

Ash is calm for the first hour. Then the second. Then he starts pacing. By midnight, he’s wrecked the house. By morning, he’s on his knees in the forest, screaming your name.

He thinks someone took you. He thinks the palace finally found you. Or worse—you left him.

He doesn't sleep. He doesn’t eat. He patrols the woods like a cursed thing. His body withers. His eyes go hollow.

And then, finally—you come back.

Your hunt took longer than expected. You got trapped in a storm. You arrive soaked, shivering, cursing the weather and laughing like nothing happened.

You find him in the doorway. Knees bloodied. Face gaunt. Eyes wild.

“Where were you?” he breathes, and it’s not a question—it’s a confession.

You tell him. You smile. You reach for him like always.

But he flinches.

“I thought you left me.”

You frown. “Ash…”

“I was going to kill myself.”

Your blood runs cold. “What?”

“I was going to do it,” he says, smiling, like he’s proud. Like he passed some test. “But I didn’t. Because I knew you’d come home. You always come home.”

You stare at him.

And something shifts.

Now you know, you understand. Understand all those nights he looked at you a little too long, a touch that lasted longer than needed. Now you understand why he always seemed on his toes when you mentioned leaving. He couldn't handle it. He can't.

Will write a part two? i just couldn't structure it all in here.

[primulagoldworthy]

I just came across a podcast with Lucien's VA (from 12/2024) He was asked about his thoughts on Elain and Lucien and replied:

"Okay, so part of the reason why I hold back: I'm so sc- I love the fandom but I'm also so scared of them. You know what I mean?"

Yes, yes, we know what you mean, Gabriel.

He was reluctant to answer the pairing question. Can't blame the man. 🌷☀️

Also this interview was made by podcasters who lean more towards Elriel, but try to interpret the whole book as it is written:

So I felt like he was balancing in between and choosing his words wisely (especially since they mentioned that they believe Elriel is the thing before he shared his thoughts on the matter):

"I, too, agree that they will make each other better. Because I love Lucien so much. I think if he was to be romantically paired with someone, I would want it to start, start pure, to start right. [...] I think if you wanna do right by that character, I don't think a mate for him can just be another thing of circumstance. It has to be something he chooses. I think both Elain and Lucien, they need real agency. He is an emissary but his agency was all through Tamlin, and then there's always this discussions with Elain not needing more agency, but could stand to have a little bit more in comparison to Feyre. And I think a friendship where they both kind of shape each other for the better is such a more impactful ending than any romantic pairing that can happen. I want so much for Lucien in terms of his happy ending. It has to come from within, before it can come out. Cause I think he loved Jesminda, but she has almost become a tragic ideal for him. She's been immortalized in this way. And Elain, he doesn't know much about her, so she could also very well be a living ideal, but still an ideal. And I think - I see Lucien as a character who's going to, like, disappear and go off on adventures [...] I see him traveling. I want Lucien and Elain to go off and travel. They need to see, they need to, you know, especially Elain [was interrupted here, as the mods said how nice it would be if they traveled 'just as friends'].

"There were so many laughs I had to do with Lucien in the first book. I have a feeling she'd laught a lot with him. I just picture him just knocking his head back and just laughing and having a great time just traveling with, with Elain. [...]

"Elain's been just the sister who has been groomed just to, you know, be beautiful and sweet and kind, and find somebody. But she also deserves to have her rogue moment. Were she's just like, does something so completely unexpected. And I also kind of want her to go a little crazy [...]"

We're blessed to have voice actors who love their characters so much! I'll listen to their Graphic Audio version over and over again.

You can listen to the whole podcast here:

[plasterbrain]

Hello. First I’d like to say that I love Pizza Game so much. Second, sorry if you’re the wrong person to ask about this and/or you’ve already been asked about this, but what advice would you give to someone who wants to make a visual novel but has like zero idea about where to start, if you don’t mind me asking? I had an idea for a visual novel recently that I really like, but I admittedly have like none of the skills I would assume are requisite to creating a good visual novel aside from writing. Or any real knowledge of what the process for crafting a good visual novel would be.

Yes, I am aware that I am a fool. No, I will not give up on this endeavor.

Also, one aspect in particular that I’d like to ask you for advice about, since it’s a bit similar to a mechanic in Pizza Game that I feel like I haven’t seen a lot of other visual novels use (unless this is a thing that shows up in a lot of visual novels and I don’t know because of the few visual novels I’ve experienced Pizza Game is the only one I actually know about that does it) except actually diegetic instead of just a quality of life feature, is how to make the dialogue roll back like it does in Pizza Game. The main character of the story idea I want to make has the ability to do that as an actual superpower, so however I end up making this visual novel, it’d have to include something like that as a feature. And I’d need to make the game able to acknowledge the fact that you’ve used it and probably also give the player an action prompt for “something interesting will happen if you rewind here,” which I feel like is going to be a pain and a half to accomplish in a way that looks good, so any advice you can give me would be appreciated, though I understand if the second part is too complex for you to just puzzle out how to do for a rando asking for your advice on Tumblr. Admittedly I could probably make the main character’s power… basically anything else, really, since the main point is that they have a superpower and not that it’s specifically time powers, but with the way I’m setting up the story and challenge of the game, the character having a time-rewinding power pretty solidly sets them up as the person who has to do everything without it seeming too… “I know the answer to this problem, but figure it out and tell everyone for me, Naegi.” So I’m kinda attached to that idea, even if it causes me a great deal of annoyance to figure out.

Thanks in advance if you have any advice to give me. And again, thank you for making Pizza Game, truly the best visual novel of all time.

Hi (sorry for late response),

My advice for "how to make visual novel" starts and ends with Ren'Py! It's free, open source, and easy to use for people who just want to write! Nearly every Western indie visual novel uses it, and for good reason.

As for your question... The good news is that rollback is actually a built-in feature of Ren'Py. You probably didn't suspect as much, because it's kind of an unusual behavior to include in games by default and can "cheapen" the seriousness of VN-style branching narratives. (It's hard to make choices matter if you can just undo them 10 seconds later.) Doki-Doki Literature Club and Slay the Princess (I think?), arguably the two most famous Ren'Py games, both disabled it for this reason.

The bad news is that having the game acknowledge use of rollback is kind of difficult. Pizza Game does it twice iirc, but only as quick early gags, because it requires cluttering your script with persistent variables. If your game uses this as a central mechanic, your code will be hard to read, write, and test... I do not recommend it.

If you still want to give your character a visual-novel ludo-narrative superpower, there a certainly other options:

Use the tried-and-true "wow you've completed this scene before? here's different text!"

Have dialog that only shows up in the text history window (I've seen at least one game do this and it was pretty neat)

"Stop" time using audio/visual effects and let your character investigate the scene/people's thoughts or something

Make the game create/detect files in the game folder (a DDLC staple, ofc, though I've seen other meta Ren'Py games fool around with this)

...Or peruse the Ren'Py documentation and see what you can come up with.

Ganbatte, Anon-chan! (•̀ω•́)૭✧

[poodlejoonas]

I didn't wanna say anything, just observe and try to process on my own, but fuck it we ball.

Joel leaving the band should be a wake-up call for some of y'all to come to terms with how you treat mental illness and neurodivergence. Yes, even if you're also depressed, or also anxious, or also diagnosed ADHD. Especially if you're one or more of those things. It's like you don't wanna believe that Joel's lifelong, every day mental and emotional state could actually cause serious physical health concerns - you only wanna see him as the "hehe quirky energetic boi." Which he can be that sometimes, but y'all let that view of him cloud your judgment and make you ignore real issues.

And when you only see the quirky side of his ADHD, some of y'all [emphasis on some] get a little too comfortable with bullying him about it. But you might say, "Oh, well I have the same thing too and it's #relatable so it's okay if we joke and bully him (affectionately)." That's still ableism, babes! Being a little depresso bean yourself doesn't mean you get to make fun of someone else's depression, it just give you permission to talk about your own. Having ADHD doesn't mean you get to be a bully about someone else's symptom expression, even if you think you're just being playful about it. Leaving it on your blog or on Discord is one thing. Posting it in a place where you know he'll see it is a totally different beast. We should all know better than to know you can't read tone through text. You can only do that once you know someone's typing style on an intimate level and can understand if they're joking, pissed off, or chill about it.

None of us know Joel on a daily basis, no matter how many IG stories he posts or how many times we rewatch their tour vlogs and watch him make silly noises or be moody. The other guys can (affectionately) joke around with him because they know him and they've lived in buses and the studio with him for 12+ years. WE. CAN'T. He's always caught the most shit from fans for captioning pictures with future song lyrics that read a little depressingly (like what the other guys did), posting about his sad feelings or low self-esteem, and even sharing his playful moments. He's been a lot of fans' personal voodoo doll for projecting feelings and fanfiction headcanons because his ADHD and other issues are treated like a headcanon.

(And before you say anything - yes, I'm aware I'm not entirely innocent of this either. I've written it into the dad!AU to be as honest to reality as I can be. But I've never tried to force any of my fanfic ideals onto others. I've never forced my fics into anyone's faces if they didn't want to read them. And I for damn sure haven't been the judge, jury, and executioner for how fics with Joel could be written. Because he's a person, not a doll to play with.)

Finally - for the love of GOD - recognize the difference between Blind Channel's songs about mental illness and suicide and the reality behind them. In the songs, they're aesthetics. That's what musical symbolism is about. They exist in their aesthetics so that we can also feel things and process our own shit on our own time. Anytime I get "Die Another Day" on my shuffle, I stop what I'm doing to cry about it then move on with my day. Every one of their sad songs has an even sadder backstory. "Bad Idea" exists because Niko was literally talked off a ledge. "Feel Nothing" tells the story of being so done with life that your whole body goes numb. "Don't Fix Me" is about coming to terms with having a fucked up life and mental state. "Scream" is dedicated to one of Joel's dearest idols, whose life story and death (I'm 95% certain) was part of his fears of continuing in the band with his mental state.

Remember that Joel was literally the guy whose answer to the question, "Where do you see yourselves in ten years?" was "In a grave." IN A GRAVE. And he has the self-preservation now to acknowledge that he may end up there in his stated timeline if he continues doing something that will get him there. Maybe, just maybe, there's a little twinkle of hope that he can grow old and find real happiness and peace in his life. This is someone who probably never thought he'd live to see 30. And he finally has the chance to chase peace on his own terms. We should be grateful for that, but the Anger part of the "Fandom Five Stages of Grief" would rather have us all turn against the five remaining members of the band we all claim to love so much.

Cope how you want, I'm not a fucking cop. But when you're ready for this conversation, return and do some serious thinking about it. There will be future depressing songs not written by Joel. Then who will you project onto?

[sometimesoliloquy]

hey it’s the “see you later” anon back again to say 1 more thing. june also says i don’t know you i don’t know anything about you and nick responds “my name is nick blaine and i’m from michigan” i think we’re aware that june learns something in season 6 about nick and spirals from that (or we’re assuming that’s what happens?) and i think it comes back to that moment in season 1. who is nick? and is who he says he is/who june knows him to be enough?

Hello again!

Yes, I agree it does seem like we are in for an immanent “who is Nick” reckoning. The show likes to do this periodically: the s1 “I don’t know anything about you” scene eventually playing into/escalating to the infamous s3 Swiss meeting: “I don’t think you know who Mr. Blaine is, or was. Our research indicates he’s not to be trusted”—Side note: I watched Casablanca last night and it’s well-documented that the name “Nick Blaine” (the writers choosing the last name of Blaine for the show that is, "Nick" is canon from the book of course), is a nod to the “Rick Blaine” of that movie but I never realized just how heavy the parallels are, including repeated references to a “shady”, mysterious past and a consistent thread of just how little the two love interests really know about each others’ lives (largely by design). Anyway I thought this was really interesting, I may do a longer post on it later, idk.

Anyway, I do think that Nick must have opened up to June a lot more after that s1 scene but clearly there’s still a lot of details she doesn’t know, either by design or just the fact of how little time they have together. And unfortunately the full question of why Mr. Blaine was “not to be trusted” has never been satisfactorily answered. The “resolution” we were given, insofar as June’s feelings anyway, seems to be that she decided it didn’t matter. That she chose to trust what she knew of him, based on his words and actions and her gut, rather than what she’s been told by strangers (and Serena). And she knows shit is complicated in Gilead, she certainly knows he’s no angel (as she says to Esther in s4: “Gilead makes it really hard to be good”).

Whatever it is June learns in the upcoming episode that causes her to spiral, or to doubt him, I think it will ultimately echo this same pattern, though in a bigger way and ultimately with a more distinct resolution. Whatever she learns about his past or present (if that is indeed the “shocking revelation”), I think she’ll eventually come back to the conclusion that the core of what she knows of Nick is true—that he’s a good man (who loves her) even if it is very complicated.

I do have to think that this time they’ll have to talk about it and have a real reckoning though. They didn’t exactly have that chance in s3/4 but they need to now. And I don’t think June would ever just toss Nick aside for good without letting him explain himself. I think if they are to really be together, to ever truly have a relationship grounded in the “real world”, with a potential future—not just the cumulative amalgamation of fleeting, stolen moments they’ve had so far, where the details and the past were shoved aside by necessity—they need to finally have it out, let it all come to a head and decide where they stand: what can and can’t be forgiven, and what’s most important to them. (@withallthingslove wrote about this really thoughtfully a few weeks back when the press kit came out, I think it's here in this this post). 

June has recently been having these crucial moments of clearing the the air with her loved ones, finally saying things that long needed to be said —first with Luke, then Moira, so maybe the biggest one yet is now on the horizon, with Nick. And we will see where they land.

[coniferouspines]

@cheeseinthesea I mean. I only have a little bit, but.

It had taken longer than Stanford had liked to be able to see his brother. The Idaho State Psychiatric Institute apparently had Stanley registered as a John Doe, since he had been brought in under a fake I.D. Stanford had had to rectify that situation first, providing his own identification when he claimed Stanley as his brother. After some paperwork and waiting and a headache, the institute had allowed for him to visit Stanley.

He followed behind a nurse as he was led down a hall, passing by various locked doors containing other involuntarily committed patients. Stanford was determined to not allow Stanley to be kept there like that for much longer, but he wanted to know what he was working with before he tried to get Stanley out.

The nurse eventually stopped in front of one of the doors and unlocked it, allowing Stanford to step into a plain, white room. There was very little to see inside, so his eyes locked onto the form of his brother right away. Stanley was sitting on the hospital bed, legs crossed under him and staring down at the sheets, long hair partially obscuring his face. He appeared to be rocking in place, wiggling uncomfortably. And Stanford could see why immediately.

Stanley had been fastened into a straitjacket.

Stanford whipped around to the nurse. “Why is he in that?” he hissed furiously.

The nurse looked back at him calmly. “I understand the sight may be alarming. Please know that we typically do not like to keep our patients physically restrained unless absolutely necessary. In this case, our patient here has a history of violent outbursts to staff and multiple attempts at escape. For your own safety we have temporarily restrained him for the duration of your visit.”

Stanford frowned. “He wouldn’t attack me. He’s my brother.”

“I understand, but he isn’t well. We are obligated to follow hospital procedures,” the nurse said. “Please do not attempt to remove the patient’s restraints during the visit, or we will have to remove you from the facility.”

Stanford’s brow twitched, but he grit his teeth and said, “I understand.”

Reminding himself that arguing with the staff would not work in his favour here, Stanford turned and marched towards the bed where Stanley was. He sat on the side of it, bending down a little to try and see his brother’s face.

“Stanley?” he murmured.

Stanley’s head lifted, and Stanford felt his heart clench. Tears trailed down Stanley’s cheeks, his eyes wide and lost looking, cheeks flushed red as he rocked back and forth in a manner that appeared to be an attempt at self-soothing. It was clear he was distressed by the straitjacket—by the whole situation likely. Stanford still couldn’t get the sound of Stanley’s pleas for help out of his mind.

“Ford,” Stanley mumbled, staring at him with a sort of guarded hope. “Ford are… are you real?”

His heart broke even more at the tentative question. “Yes, Stanley. I’m real. I’m here.” Stanford reached out and cupped Stanley’s cheek with one hand to prove his answer.

Stanley’s face scrunched up and a sob broke free from his throat. He leaned into Stanford’s hand like it was a lifeline. “Ford… Ford, I wanna go home,” he cried desperately. “Please? I wanna go home. I want Ma. ‘N I wanna… I wanna see the beach. Can we—” His voice broke. “Can we go on an adventure? Like we—like we did… you and me and Shanklin.”

It hurt to hear. Stanford tried not to let the devastation show on his face as he listened to Stanley ramble. He really was sick. Stanford had known, but it was quite different to see it in person. The institute had no answers as to what had happened to Stanley to cause the apparent mental breakdown he was experiencing, only that he had been admitted in that state.

“Oh, Stanley,” Stanford whispered, brows furrowed in concern. He brought his other hand up to hold Stanley’s face, wiping tears away with his thumbs.

“I don’t like it here,” Stanley whimpered. “It’s lonely and boring and they won’t let me leave! They keep dragging me back!”

Stanford lowered his voice more, so as not to be overheard by the nurse who was monitoring their visit. “Do they hurt you?”

“They keep giving me medications that make me feel weird. I don’t like them. I don’t wanna take them but they keep… they keep…” Stanley writhed furiously in the straitjacket. “Ford! Ford, help me! Please! I want to get out!”

“Shh, shhh.” Stanford did his best to try and soothe his brother, but there was little he could do at the moment.

It solidified one thing in his mind, however. Stanley was not doing well here, and Stanford doubted he could make any sort of significant recovery while remaining in an environment that caused him such distress. He was going to get Stanley out.

He leaned in, wrapping his arms around Stanley and using the hug as a cover to whisper into his ear, “I’m going to take you home, okay? I’ll get you out of here, I promise. Just hold on for me. I’ll get you out.”

Stanley’s head dropped down onto his shoulder. “I wanna go home,” he said miserably.

“I know.” Stanford glared at the wall, furious and heartbroken over his brother’s condition. “I know.”

The phone was ringing. Stanford picked it up with his usual greeting. “Stanford Pines speaking.”

“Ford,” a familiar voice said—one that Stanford hadn’t heard in years. It sounded desperate, panicked. “Ford, please. Please, you have to help me.”

Stanford felt all the air leave his chest. All he could manage was a strangled, “Stanley?”

They hadn’t spoken to each other since they were teens, and now Stanley was calling out of nowhere asking for help? He wanted to be mad. Except… his brother sounded so distraught. And Stanley didn’t beg. Not like this.

“Please, Ford. They’re coming for me. Please, help me! I can’t—”

Stanford felt ice creep into his veins as his brother broke off with heavy, gasping breaths. He could hear something in the background, other voices.

“Stanley?! Stanley, what’s going on? Who’s coming for you? Where are you?!” Stanford demanded, clutching the phone in a vice grip.

All he heard in response was a clatter, then a shout and sounds of a scuffle.

“Let go of me!” Stanley was yelling. He sounded like he was a few feet away from the phone now. “Let go! I won’t go back! I won’t!”

“Stanley?!” Stanford shouted. He felt helpless, his mind racing, trying to figure out a way to find where Stanley was. He couldn’t believe this was happening. His brother was being abducted right at that moment and he couldn’t do anything about it.

“STANFORD!” he heard Stanley scream. He sounded even further away now, his voice raw and ragged. “FORD, HELP! DON’T LET THEM TAKE ME AWAY! FORD!”

“Stan!” Stanford screamed in response, his hands shaking, body shot with adrenaline that had no outlet. “STANLEY!”

There was a long pause, Stanford straining to hear what was happening on the other end, only picking up muffled yelling. Then there was a rustle, and the other end of the line was grabbed.

An unfamiliar voice spoke, deep and neutral, “Please do not be alarmed. One of our patients managed to escape today and has been causing quite the ruckus. On behalf of the Idaho State Psychiatric Institute, we apologize for any distress this may have caused you.”

Everything came screeching to a halt. Stanford’s jaw hung open. “Idaho… Psychiatric Institute?” he muttered back dumbly.

“Yes. We are truly sorry for the disturbance to your day our patient has caused.”

Stanley… had been institutionalized?

“So he’s not hurt?” Stanford asked, still trying to digest this new information.

“He will be perfectly fine. We have everything under control.”

Stanford wasn’t sure he believed that. He couldn’t get his brother’s cries out of his ears. He couldn’t let go of how upset and distressed Stanley had sounded.

He couldn’t forget the way Stanley had begged for his help.

Or:

Stan has a mental breakdown and ends up forcibly institutionalized. He manages to escape at one point and calls Ford, begging for help. Ford gets the wrong idea and thinks Stan is being kidnapped and panics until a nurse clears up the misunderstanding for him.

And then he goes to see his brother. Stan isn’t mentally well, but Ford can’t allow him to just sit and rot alone in an institution. Not after that phone call. Stan needs him, and Ford doubts the institute could help Stan the way Ford could. So he decides to go and collect his brother, whether the institute wants him to or not.

He won’t let Stan down a second time.

[duskvsdawn]

What a tantalising creature

On one of your regular walks on the beach, you suddenly see a mysterious creature. His beautiful songs draw you closer, and when he comes face to face with you, he has decided you will be his mate.

≫A/N: So, uh... Twitter is flooded with fan art of Kaelix as a merman today. I had to write about it. I don't know much about how merman anatomy works, and I know it's also up to interpretation (I know a tiny bit), so I am using my imagination for a big part, bear with me lmao. I hope all of you enjoy this really experimental writing that was pushed out on a whim because holy moly, my mind went places. Tagging @celestiaras and @briskunt because I have a feeling that both of you will love this specific fic in particular (I hope so at least!!)

CW: female reader, Kaelix as a merman, and uh he wants to mate with you so it's smut, extremely scuffed sexy times cause I really need to think about how I am even going to approach this, Kaelix is a virgin, Kaelix eats reader out, then he fucks her dumb because he just has to make sure you are filled to the brim so uh kinda breeding kink

Art credits <3

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

If you like my works, please like, comment and reblog! It is much appreciated ❤ And if you really enjoyed it, please follow me so you can be kept up to date on future uploads!

You loved walking on the beach in the late evenings. Everything was so calm and quiet during that time of day, and you always took it as an opportunity to calm your mind and get your thoughts straight. All of a sudden, you hear a beautiful male voice singing a song. You look in the direction of the voice, and it's coming from the water. There you see a man with hair as white as snow, and eyes that shift from a beautiful ocean blue into a forest green. And the man also seems to have interesting ears. Could it be a mythical creature of some sort? You had heard some tales about mermen roaming in this area during this time of year, but you couldn't imagine that would actually be real.

You watch the man for some time as he is just relaxing in the water, still singing beautiful songs. His voice draws you closer and closer, occasionally taking a step forward, closer to the water. It seems the man hasn't noticed you yet, but it suddenly seems like he's on the move. He swims over to a large flat rock closer to shore and hoists himself onto it. A beautiful tail appears out of the water, shifting from blue to green just like his eyes. So, mermen really do exist, you suppose. You take a deep breath and walk even closer to the creature, hypnotised by his singing.

When your feet stand in the water, the man suddenly turns his head around and looks at you. "Oh, why hello there," the man says as a smirk appears on his face. Oh, you looked so beautiful to him, simply stunning. He could smell your scent now, and if he didn't know better, he'd say you're aroused. You were wearing a crop top and extremely short and tight shorts, following the curve of your hips and your ass. The creature licked his lips as he saw you walk into the water. He wasn't singing anymore, but his eyes were just as hypnotising as his voice. You had to get closer to him. You wanted to get to know him. You had to touch him.

You stood in front of the rock now, not really sure what to do next. "Feel free to join me, beautiful. The moon is absolutely stunning tonight, we could look at it together," the merman said in hopes of drawing you even closer. He didn't have to tell you twice. You climbed up on the rock and sat down next to the man. He wrapped his tail around your feet as an arm folded itself around your shoulders. You swallowed the lump in your throat to ask him the only question on your mind at that very moment.

"What's your name?" you asked with a shaky voice. The creature had put its face into your neck now, taking a good whiff of your scent, and it seemed his suspicions were true. The smell of arousal rolled off your body, and it was driving him mad. "Kaelix," the man replied as he left a searing kiss on your neck, "What's yours, beautiful?" the man continued. You told him your name. You weren't sure if it was a good idea, but you had an idea you weren't getting out of here alive anyway. Once you're drawn into a mercreature's trap, there is no escaping it. If Kaelix wanted to kill you, he could do it right here, right now. But he didn't.

Instead, he scooted even closer to you and gently took your face into his hands. "Oh... If only you knew what you do to me... You're irresistible," the merman whispered, his hot breath hitting your face. His face got even closer to yours until your lips were barely touching. You wrapped your arms around the creature and pulled him in for a hungry kiss. Kaelix hummed in approval as his tongue licked your bottom lip, asking you for entrance, which you happily granted him. His tongue was long and pointed at the tip, and it felt so smooth against your own. At this point, you were enthralled by the creature, and he was all you thought about. The merman gently pushed you onto your back and leaned over you, trapping your mouth in a hungry French kiss once more. After a little while, you broke the kiss, panting for air. With half-lidded eyes, you looked at Kaelix and gently touched his ears (if you could even consider them ears?). The creature let out another low hum and leaned into your touch, licking your hand afterwards.

"Fuck, you're so pretty. I need to have you to myself tonight. Will you let me?" the creature asked, surprisingly composed and polite about this whole thing that he was planning on doing with you. You knew what he meant by that, and he was so incredibly pretty that you couldn't deny him, even if you tried. As your breath hitched in your throat, you replied: "Yes... Yes please..." as you impatiently rubbed your legs together, looking for some sort of friction. The merman noticed what you were doing, even if you were doing it on autopilot, and it didn't even register in your own mind. The man scooted lower and spread your legs after he took off your shorts and your lacy thong.

The creature licked its lips, your smell of arousal so overwhelming to him now that it made him dizzy with need. Kaelix moved closer and licked a long stripe up your folds before he started eating you out like a man starved. His tongue occasionally entered your core, the length and the texture of it making you throw your head back, almost banging it against the hard rock beneath you. When he wasn't doing that, his mouth would be wrapped around your sensitive clit, sucking on it like his life depended on it. He wanted you to fall apart all over his face so bad, so he worked even harder to make it a reality. His tongue entered you once more as his finned hand rubbed your clit with alternating pressure and speeds. You could feel yourself getting closer, your moans turning into choked whines as the coil kept tightening. The creature moaned as he lapped up more and more of your essence like it was the most delicious meal the world had to offer. Those moans against your folds were what sent you over the edge. You moaned his name as you pulled his face even closer to your core and released all over his face. The merman kept licking and sucking to help you ride out your orgasm, and honestly, he could do this all day if you would let him. He wasn't wasting a single drop, even wiping the remaining release from his face to then lick his fingers clean.

You were panting like a dog, the afterglow washing over you. But the creature wasn't done yet, and you knew that. Kaelix moved up higher, so he was face to face with you to leave a needy kiss on your lips and then moved to your neck. He gently nibbled the skin there, and then proceeded to suck a hickey right above your collarbone. The merman started moving his scaly tail against your core. It felt strange, but the friction felt incredible. Then, you felt something different rub against you. The creature had let its member spring free from its sheath, and you curiously looked at it. It was big, both in length and in girth. It had all sorts of textures on it, and the tip was pointed, just like his tongue, and it was also curved like a gentle wave. It felt very smooth and slick, even with those textures. Kaelix let out a desperate whimper; he wanted to get inside of you so badly. You bit your lip and pulled him closer, leaving heated kisses on his neck.

"Can I put it in? Please, I need to be inside of you. I need you so bad," the creature said with a whiny moan as he hid his face in your own neck to kiss you there just as much. You nodded, and Kaelix pushed inside of you in one swift motion. A gasp of surprise left your mouth as you were stretched open so deliciously, and a sigh of relief left his as he immediately set a brutal pace. You held onto to him for dear life as his dick kept hitting the most delicious of spots, thanks to its curves and textures. You were going crazy with pleasure as it seemed he sped up even more, and you didn't even know it was possible. If it weren't for the rough surface beneath you, you'd surely be moved to a different spot due to his harsh thrusts. You were surprised at his impeccable upper body strength, he wasn't even phased by how his arms had to hold him up like this, he surely must have practised this before. But little did you know, that you were his very first mate, he was just so damn determined to fuck you until the both of you would pass out in afterglow.

He kept chanting your name over and over between whines and whimpers. He felt so sensitive, and on top of that, your seductive smell was overwhelming his senses, and it felt like absolute heaven to be inside of you. He started whimpering even harder as he hid his face in your neck once more. Seeing him enjoy himself so much only made you enjoy yourself that much more as well, and you could tell he was getting close. You wanted to get there with him, so your hand snaked between the two of you to softly pinch your sensitive clit. With your other arm still around him, you pulled him as close as possible.

"Fuckfuckfuck... I'm cumming, I'm cumming, fuck!" the creature moaned, close to a scream as its hips began to stutter against yours. You moaned just as loudly at this point, telling him you were close too. And all of a sudden, you could feel yourself getting filled up as Kaelix bit down hard on your neck. To him, this meant he had marked you as his mate forever, and no one else would ever be able to have you, even if humans thought differently about this most times. You came along with him, covering his scaly tail in your release. You were panting against his shoulder, and you expected him to pull out. But as if in a daze, he picked up the pace once more, determined to keep filling you up over and over until you were filled to the brim. After uh, could have been 12 rounds, but you lost count halfway through, to be honest, you couldn't even tell up from down anymore. You were so fucked out at this point that all you could do was moan his name like a pathetic whore. Kaelix was just as vocal as you at this point, moaning your name just as desperately as he pushed himself to his limit to fill you up one last time, that should do the trick.

His hips stuttered once more as he bit your neck again, in a different spot this time, and he filled you up with one final release. Feeling his seed fill you up sent you over the edge once more, screaming, but no sound left your throat anymore. The creature collapsed on top of you as you held him close, keeping you plugged up while he struggled to catch his breath.

"You're mine now. Only mine. No one else is allowed to have you now. You will bear my children. And I don't care if we have to do this over and over to make sure you will." Kaelix said as he let out a sigh of relief, the sexual tension leaving him for now. You had no idea if it was even possible for you to have his children, and what would happen to you from here on out, but you were curious to find out.

[maysrinn]

Hi I have another question but who is president in the other universe where Coriolanus stayed with Lucy gray in district 12, and if snows a peacekeeper in this au dose that mean Lenore dove gets into more trouble cause her uncle busts her out.

Hi welcome back!

1. I never really thought about who would have become president if Coriolanus had stayed in District 12 with Lucy Gray. One thing’s for sure: I wouldn’t pick any of the characters we already know, or even one of his classmates. Snow was uniquely sharp, but not uniquely evil, in my opinion. Anyone could have been just as cruel and power-hungry if given the chance. Maybe Dr. Gaul would have found another protégé after Coriolanus failed his little district test and never returned to the Capitol. The new president would likely be someone we don’t know, just as ruthless toward the districts, but without Snow’s sharp mind.

__________

2. By the time Lenore Dove is born and raised by the remnants of the Covey, Coriolanus isn’t just a Peacekeeper anymore, he’s the commander of District 12. And Lenore Dove? She’s a constant headache. She always manages to get herself into trouble, because really, what’s he going to do? Scold her? Put her in time-out? He tries, lecturing her endlessly and keeping her stuck in his office for hours, forcing her to listen to another one of his “valuable life lessons” about freedom, discipline, and responsibility.

But deep down, he’s exhausted. Lenore Dove reminds him so much of Clementine Auburn, wild and stubborn, and he had been genuinely relieved when his own daughter eventually grew out of that rebellious phase. Now it’s happening all over again, and Coriolanus knows he’s far too old and tired for this kind of nonsense. Half the Peacekeeper unit probably knows Lenore Dove by name and exactly where to find her when she’s once again caused some kind of chaos. Some of them have even made a game of it, betting on how long she can stay out of trouble before someone has to drag her back to the commander’s office.

Coriolanus: Tell me, Lenore Dove, what great threat to district society did you commit this time?

Lenore Dove: I sang a song. Technically, that’s called culture. Covey culture.

Coriolanus: You sang The Hanging Tree in front of the mayor. During the remembrance ceremony. In front of children. I thought we talked about this-

Lenore Dove: Children singing! Oh no! Next thing you know, they’ll be thinking too.

Coriolanus: Freedom without order leads to chaos. Chaos leads to rebellion…

Lenore Dove: here we go again…

Coriolanus: …Rebellion leads to ruin. I was there, You know this. We have spent decades building a fragile peace on the ashes of war… and you choose to sing it anyaway?

Lenore Dove: hmm It’s a good song. Catchy. Real earworm.

Coriolanus: The foundations of civilization are built on respect. Discipline. Stability. Not nostalgia for anarchy and bloodshed!

Lenore Dove: … we had a hanging last week… Sooo… no requests for The Hanging Tree at the Hob? Got it.

Coriolanus: This is not a joke!

Lenore Dove: you’re right, it’s a balled.

Coriolanus: I’ll inform your aunt-

Lenore Dove: so she can rip u a new one? Like last time?

Coriolanus: oh yes, perhaps I’m really into that-

Lenore Dove: whoah! to many information, I’m not trying to mentally picture something…

Coriolanus: *sigh* …One day. Just one day without paperwork because of you. That’s all I ask-

Lenore Dove: …admit it I keep u young, and in that case I’m here all week!’Commander’

Later that night he’s ranting and venting to Lucy Gray about everything while Lenore dove is sleeping safe and sound in her bed 🪿

[luvrsux]

"just friends right?"

chapter III ~ dopamine

☕️ ~ other chapters

mdni ~ nsfw

The next morning was rough for Law. After he got home, all he could think about was your lips. He walked all the way back home which was detrimental on his legs but the itching need for another kiss was way worse to him.

Why did you have such an effect? Maybe it was because that was his first make out session, he thought. He didn’t know something as intimate as kissing would create such a soul tie between you two.

He sat up right in his bed. The beaming sunlight grazed over his naked torso. His hair was making loops with one another and his body grumbled. He rubbed his eyes to ease his vision of the bright atmosphere. He needed a distraction. He needed a day to ease his spazzing brain from you, but on all days his professor had to declare a canceled class today. 

Law sat on his bed staring at his wall, wondering what he was gonna do to get his mind off of you. His first thought was to go over again but that’d only make it worse. He’s trying to avoid that as much as possible.

What could he do? I mean, he could take Bepo to that park-

“LAW!”

His door slammed open and it nearly made Law have a heart attack. Normally, he’d never be scared but he was so deep in his thoughts, he forgot that he also lived with someone else.

“What the hell is it, Shachi?” He groaned, not sure if he should faceplant him on the floor or listen to his nonsense this early in the morning.

“So Ace’s group is throwing this huge get together and he said we should come!” Shachi jumped on Law’s bed that caused a blood vessel to nearly erupt. 

“Luffy and his friends might even be there too! C’mon, you’re always cooped up here doing your science-y stuff, maybe take a break”

Shachi was right, on the rare occasion. He did yearn for a distraction and Nika above blessed him with just that. Maybe not what he entirely had in mind, but anything works.

“Where is it then?”

Law caved in. On any other day he would’ve said no and told Shachi to get the hell out, and went to class. Law watched Shachi scramble through his phone. Law then realized that Robin might also be a candidate at this hang out. His stomach turned.

“It’s at Ace’s getaway cabin,” Shachi replied, showing Law a picture of the location in question. Law squinted his eyes to better analyze it and it didn’t look half bad. 

“When do we go?”

Shachi sprung up from Law’s squishy bed and stretched his back. He gave a good grunt before sighing.

“In about a few hours. You have time do… whatever you do” 

With that, Shachi was finally out of Law’s hair. He desperately wanted to shove him out himself, but he was too tired. All Law heard was the footsteps that began to fade out behind his door with occasional birds chirping. His body crashed back down on his pearly white bed and exhaled.

His mind trailed back to you, but more specifically on if you were going to be at this getaway as well. You were fond of the Strawhats and Ace so it wouldn’t be a shock if you did go. He imagined kissing you again, and it drove him insane. There was bound to be alcohol, so what if it happened while you were both under the influence.

Too bad Law hated alcohol.

BUZZ!

His phone made him jolt. Can these jumpscares stop, he thought. He groggily grabbed his phone only for his heart to pop out of his chest. Did he really think about you that much that he manifested you? Maybe that stuff was real. 

He cleared his throat and quickly sat up to grace your phone call. He pressed his thumb on the glowing green button and rubbed his blurry vision away.

“(F/N)?” He greeted you. You smiled and Law could hear it through the phone. 

“Morning, sleepyhead” You giggled, knowing from his tone that he just woken up. Law’s cheeks blushed. What did you actually do to him?

“What do you need?” He smirked.

“I was just wondering if you’re going to Ace’s party cabin?” You ask, and Law expected it. Law paused for a moment.

“Uh… Yeah, Shachi is sort of dragging me with him” 

He heard your giggle from the other end and it was infectious. He ran his inked fingers through his black locks and looked outside his window. The sun pierced through his eyes.

“Bummer, I don’t even know if I’ll be able to go. My studio is open until 8pm” You reply, on your way to it right now. Your speed walking only made the brisk cold weather worse but you were talking to Law, so who cares?

“Plus it’s a weekday, I don’t understand why that moron would throw something like that on a weekday” 

You heard Law chuckle on the other end, meaning me wholeheartedly agreed with your statement.

Law felt a twinge in his chest. Why was he so disappointed that you weren’t going? All these emotions floated around his head like he was in space surrounded by meteors. But you made his heart feel like he was watching a meteor shower so was this really all that bad? Not even Robin made him feel this way, and he felt bad for it. After that kiss, a string intertwined you both by the chest that was only pulling him closer, and he didn’t know how to feel. 

Law stood on the phone with you for what felt like hours. You went on about your morning and Law went on about his for another half an hour. He felt the world go quiet for once in his life. It was a shame when you had to disconnect the connection when you made it to your destination. Law hated to see you go, but he couldn’t express that. That’d be too vulnerable.

“I’ll let you go, Traffy. Say, call me after the party is over. I wanna see what shitfest happened this time” You laugh playfully. You heard his chuckle one last time while you stood outside the glass doors.

“I’ll remember that, don’t worry” He replied, staring at the call while it was on speaker. You said your goodbyes and Law felt stung to hear the hangup.

His arms fell on his bed, still undressed and glued to it. He sighed one last time before he sat up to finally get out of bed to get dressed. Alas, his door flung open once again to show the redhead he wanted to desperately shove out of his room yet again.

“Giggling with (F/N), huh? Ya’ll fuckin or what?”  

“Shachi, if you don’t get out of my room in the next 5 fucking seconds…”

Shachi laughed maniacally before slamming his door shut. Law groaned in annoyance, knowing that he still appreciated having a friend like him and Penguin. His brain clicked.

Now he couldn’t get that image Shachi put in his head. Of course he had to make it worse, he thought.

His cheeks grew red and his body temperature was rising like hellfire. Worse than the time you two were devouring each other's faces. He couldn’t possibly imagine you with nothing on and on top of him-

“Nope, absolutely not”

With that, Law shut his brain off with force by immediately getting up to throw some clothes on. Finally…

10:55 PM

It was only a few moments before Shachi and Penguin were ready to get on the road for this hangout Law dreaded. He eyed himself in his mirror, fluffing his hair to make sure he looks presentable. A ball of fur pounced down on the floor behind him, the floorboards rumbling beneath him. Law cracked a smile and parted away from the mirror and down below him. Bepo panted and looked up at him without a thought behind his black eyes. Law crouched to pet his fuzzy head.

“I wish I could take you with me bud” He mumbled. 

Bepo didn’t understand a word he said, unfortunately. Just had his pink tongue out of his mouth with a dope smile. It only made Law happier. Who knew he had a soft spot for animals? 

Law scratched behind his dog's ears and he let out a whine, knowing Law was going to depart. He gave him one last pet on his head before going back to face his mirror. Analyzing his features, looking left to right, making sure there weren’t any imperfections. He dusted off his torso, ruffled his hair. Why was he so picky about how he looked? He panned back to the “maybe” you answered when he asked if you were coming, so there was a chance you’d show up. He wanted to look his best for you. That is, until he replayed that fateful day you told him you had feelings for him.

Why?

Law rejected you because of school. That was known. But he also rejected you because he couldn’t fathom someone like you liking someone as quiet and lowly as him. He saw you as this very outgoing, creative person. To be attached to someone so grim and with baggage didn’t seem fit for you. No intimate feelings came up since then, and Robin was just an experiment. Robin was stoic and just as calm as Law. In retrospect, Robin was almost exactly like Law, so why didn’t it work out?

“Law, let’s go!” Shachi banged and shouted through his door. It caused Law to recoil and snap out of his trance yet again. He let out an exasperated sigh.

“Alright!” He shouted back. 

11:45 PM 

“Fuck, that’s good” Law groaned before briefly coughing out smoke out of his lungs. Law hated alcohol, but he loved smoking. 

He needed something to mute the thoughts of you. Like you mentioned before, you never ended up coming. Ace came up to Law asking for you and it hurt him to say no. Now, high off his ass, was sitting on a couch with Shachi and a few other familiar faces. Law cocked his head back on the sofa while the rest of them chatted amongst each other. It was meaningless high talk, so it didn’t matter to him. 

He sighed, feeling the sensitive euphoric feeling course through his veins. This is exactly what he needed today and secretly thanked his roommate for dragging him here. The luminescent lights and the hotboxed room only made the vibe better. Only issue is, his mouth was bone dry. 

Law licked his lips for moisture but it did close to nothing. He rolled his eyes, getting up from his comfortable space. He spoke a low ‘cuse me’ to scooch past the other people sitting there. Almost tripping over a bong and shoving past partying people, he made it to the kitchen. He looked all around the kitchen for something to drink that wasn’t alcohol.

“There isn’t even water in this damn place?” Law grumbled under his breath. As soon as he turned to check the fridge as a last resort, he saw a couple devouring each other's faces on the fridge itself. 

Law stood there in complete defeat knowing he was too socially awkward, and high, to deal with this. His dry mouth is going to have to linger for a while longer. But his intoxicated brain began to wonder, and what if that was you and Law in front of that fridge going at it in each other’s mouths. His brain panned back to when you kissed him for the 50th time tonight while he walked back to the couch he sat on.

“Fuck…” Law whispered. His brain couldn’t stop flashing those images. He held his forehead with his fingers while walking. Why was his heart beating so fast? His body grew hot and there were a million shockwaves shaking his core. His body was so sensitive already but he was craving something.

He glanced at the front door and glanced at the couch. Then at the door again.

He needed you, and you didn’t live that far from here.

12:16 AM

You sat on your couch reading a book that Robin suggested a few weeks ago that you kept putting off. Your favorite drink was beginning to condensate on the small stool beside you. That alone proved how intriguing this book was. 

You haven’t heard from Law since he texted you about arriving at the party. He rambled to you how crowded it was despite Shachi saying it was a small get together, but from then on it was radio silence. You assumed that Law’s phone died or he was weirdly enjoying himself. Finding the second option down right unbelievable, you resorted to the first option.

You laid with a tank top and shorts that barely covered your rear. It was to just lounge at home so what was the big deal? That is, you heard the loud aggressive banging on your front door. Your body practically took a screenshot and you grew irritated wondering who the hell could be at your door at 12 in the morning.

You reluctantly get up to open the door. You sighed until you saw Law towering in your doorway with half lidded eyes until he laid his eyes on you. You noticed his slightly pigmented eyes and realized what he’d been doing at the party. Before you could get a word in, Law inhaled and clamped his hands on your face to clash his lips on you.

You squeal, but this was straight out of a love story and you did not object. You let him push himself inside and slammed the door shut, all while your lips are still connected like they were tied in a knot. Law’s tempo was fast and aggressive, clearly showing how badly he craved you all night. You didn’t complain, but you were confused.

Before you knew it, Law picked you up and brought you to your bedroom. You bumped and banged on the walls on the way, letting lustful moans come out of your mouth with how intense this was. It was until Law dropped you on his bed when you two disconnected and you finally were able to speak.

“Wait, wait… Law what’s going on?” You finally ask. Law was in the middle of taking off his jacket as well as his shirt to dive into you. He blinked, running his inked fingers through his midnight hair.

“I got high at the party and…” He cocked his head back and took a deep, long breath before letting it out. There was no other way to put it.

“I just couldn’t stop fucking thinking about you (F/N)”

His eyes were sharp and looked straight to you, in your soul. He looked serious, you knew that serious look better than anyone else. You had no idea what to say to that statement, but you knew that kiss played wondrous tricks on his mind. You just nodded, which gave Law the okay to clamp his lips on yours yet again.

You laid back, his body hovering over you. You opened your eyes for a brief moment to see his strong arms right next to your face. Closing your eyes again, you let out a small whimper to signal you were more than happy with this.

Law traveled down from your lips to your neck, nipping at it every time you let out a begging moan. You had no idea what was happening still, but truly it didn’t matter. At least now. You panned back to the news broadcast about the full moon. The moon cycle pulled a trance on you and made you completely forget all your morals. All that matters was Law’s lips exploring your body and those greek god arms from either side of your body. 

Law was kissing your collar bone and but the hem of your tank top. Your breasts were already peeking from the hem due to your laying down position. He eyed them like a predator hunting its prey, those silver eyes then piercing at you. He was silent, teeth still cuffed on your shirt but his eyes spoke numbers. All you gave was a simple nod and he didn’t hesitate to unravel the shirt off of you.

Braless. You were, infact, braless. Law exhaled, completely shocked to see them in front of his own eyes. He cupped his hands around them to massage them slowly, trying to admire them physically. He hissed, completely mesmerized by your body. You found it hard to believe this was the same guy that never made out with a girl before. 

He lowered, latching his mouth on your nipple and you let out a shocked moan. This feeling was so hot and passionate but so gentle. He was taking his time with you and you loved the shit out of it. His mouth latched on the opposing breast and it felt just as good. Your fingers combed his raven hair, lightly tugging on his locks which triggered a moan. The vibrations only made the feeling so much better.

Law finally detached, a thin string of saliva connecting his lips. You breathed heavily and craved more euphoria. He wiped his lips with half lidded eyes, eyeing down at your shorts that painfully covered where he needed you most. You sat up, causing Law to avert his attention. You didn’t say a word, but you both wanted the same thing. Your mind was moving on it’s own, and maybe on any other given night you would’ve shut it down. 

‘Just savor this’ You whispered to yourself.

You stripped everything off in front of Law and his eyes widened a million miles. He bit his lip and wanted to ravish you right then and there. Law followed in your footsteps while you scooted back into your bed. Watching Law crawl after you with that half smirk that drove you crazy made you even wetter. He cupped the side of your face and latched his lips on you once again. His other hand massaged your neck, to your back, to your waist, then to your inner thigh.

He separated his lips to look you in your eyes. You could feel his heavy breathing on your lips, same as him. You maintained eye contact while Law’s long fingers began to slowly make their way to your folds. They were soaking wet and it drove Law nuts. His middle and ring finger made their way to your clit and you hitched.

“You’re so fucking wet (F/N)...” He borderline whispered down on your lips. You bit your bottom lip trying to hold a moan while he rubbed your clit so slowly, but it felt so good. “How long have you wanted this, hm?” He teased you. His words were filled with confidence, completely out of character for you, but you didn’t care.

“You know how long…” You spoke seductively into his neck before kissing it. He let out a grumble moan himself, causing the pace of his fingers to quicken. He hissed, loving the wet feeling of your slit. He couldn’t help but to slide both of those fingers in. He curled them just right to hit your gummy walls. 

“Ahh~...!” You slightly arched your back and cocked your head. You felt Law’s amused smirk on your neck when he leaned in. He’d occasionally lick and bit your earlobe when his fingers would ram into you. How did he learn this?

Your hips were bucking into his fingers, desperate for a sweet release of your orgasm, but Law felt left out. He slowly pulled his fingers out, making a small pop sound when they completely escaped. You flickered your eyes open to look at him, only to see him licking the reminisce left on his fingers. He moaned, hinting that he loved how you tasted. 

His tongue slithered along his long fingers that were just inside you, savoring every last drop so it didn’t go to waste. His palm wiped off his lips that moisturized them more than any lip balm did. 

“Is this what you want?” He asks lowly, his hands sneaking to his belt buckle that you couldn’t get your eyes off of knowing where this had been going. His voice caused your wandering eyes to peer back up at him.

You nodded. But Law wasn’t satisfied. With one hand unbuckling his pants slowly, his other hand grabbed your face almost instantly. Law was staring deep into your eyes and you swore you melted once again. 

“I need to hear you say it, (F/N)” He demanded. You gulped, never seeing this side of your “best friend” before. You crack open your mouth to speak.

“I want this, Law” You murmur. You saw Law crack the most devious smile on his face, one you’ve never seen and it was driving you crazy. He crept closer, but his aura was gentle. Knowing this was the first for him, combined that with his desperate desire for you, he needed this to feel perfect.

“Lay back” And you did as told. Law's biceps encapsulated you from left to right before he guided his tip to your dewy entrance. His tip kissed your hole, only one thrust was enough to have it inside. You felt it, and it sent shivers down your spine. You saw Law’s eyes go from your cunt to your begging eyes. 

“You ready f’me?” He breathed, clearly his heart was racing. Law finally realized what he was doing but he sure as hell didn’t want this to stop. He needed to hear your signal.

“Always will be” 

And with that, you felt your gummy walls expand with Law’s shaft. You both gasp at the sudden pressure. Law moved slowly, you could feel every inch move further and further within you. You heard Law’s wobbly breath as he finally felt you wrap all over him, even better than he expected.

Your teeth clamped over your bottom lip, never expecting his cock to feel so good. He finally inserted all of himself inside and you needed him to move. 

“Fuck you’re so… warm” Law huffed. He was starting to think he couldn’t handle this, but he still moved anyway. He began to thrust slowly, hearing your soft whimpers underneath him only fueled into that hunger for you.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his face toward you and he didn’t hesitate to clamp his lips onto yours. You let off a soft moan into his mouth and the vibrations drive him crazy. His hips began to rack into you faster and faster by the second. Your soft, quiet whimpers turned into loud moans in the matter of seconds. You cocked your head back to let out a moan, and Law saw your beautiful neck before him. His body pulled back and a hand clamped your hips.

His body suddenly got rougher. His cock drilling inside you while his remaining hand latched on your open neck. You choked, but you loved it. Law saw your pathetic eyes swelling in tears and his dick did all the talking. Your bed was creaking and banging against the walls, you were sure you’d get a noise complaint with how Law was wrecking your body.

“Mmmph Law~.. Don’t stop, fuck~” You say aloud and you hear him growl. He was biting at his lower lip while analyzing each crevice of your body while it’s getting railed by himself as if he’s proud of a piece of artwork.

“Fuck, (F/N)~.. I’m gonna- Fuck, I’m gonna cum” He huffed. His hand detached from your neck, allowing some breathing room. His hands held your hips while he practically guided his way into you. Your back arched, feeling your climax creeping up next to Law’s. Hands began to clench the sheets beneath you.

“Please, please .. I need it so badly- Mmmph~!” You begged. Law cocked his head back, going at his maximum speed which was way more than you could handle. Law’s body began to heat up, sweat appearing on his forehead and chest. 

“Law, I’m gonna cum~!” You said repeatedly, your body not being able to control itself. Law began to make eye contact with you again, his mouth carving into a smile while still biting his lower lip.

“Mhm? Yeah? Do it for me, baby” Hearing that pet name was enough to send you over the edge. Before you knew it, you were spurting and squirming all over Law’s rapid cock. Law witness every drop come out of you with his eyes and he couldn’t hold back. 

You felt Law pound against your cervix for a wave of warmth to fill you on the inside. Law kept going for a few more thrusts to get every last drop inside you. You felt his cock pop out, but the wet liquid still inside you made you feel euphoric.

Law watched as it began to drip out of you and he was ready to stick it back in for round two by the sight of it, but he couldn’t. His legs were ready to give out considering that was the best cum of his life.

You felt his body pressed against yours and soft lips on your forehead. His once hungry behavior fizzled out almost instantly. His arms picked up your limp body to comfortably lay you on your bed. He huffed, admiring your worn out naked body in front of him. Law blinked, and realized he needed to put his pants back on.

You were too tired, your eyes fluttered shut in the matter of seconds. The last thing you remember is feeling your blanket cast over you and you were out like a light. Meanwhile, Law made sure you were comfortable.

He couldn’t just leave you like this, mainly for the fact his seed swimming inside you and that could lead to complications for someone that isn’t his girlfriend.

“Damnit..”

2:35 AM

Your eyes shot open like you almost fell off a building in your dream. Suddenly, the euphoric experience vanished and your brain finally picked apart what just transpired. Your body shot up, your back swelling in sweat. Your body was still completely nude displaying that you indeed just fucked your best friend. Your hands frantically looked for your phone to see any sign of his presence.

No text, no call back. 

It was two in the morning so he sure had gone home, if not already asleep by now. You face palmed, knowing this would happen and wondering how you even let it go this far between you two. Maybe that full moon really did make you crazy…

Your body sluggishly got up from the bed, a smaller throw blanket wrapped around your body. With all that noise you made while Law was drilling inside you, your mouth was bone dry. You need a fresh cup of water before you go back to bed to forget all of this ever happened.

Your bare feet stomped all the way into your living room to hear the TV talking. It was never on to begin with. Before you could process a potential ghost invading your home, you saw Law himself man-spreading on your couch while annoyingly on his phone while the TV was consuming electricity. You blinked, fully dead set that he went home. 

“Law?”

Your voice made Law’s heart almost stop and his phone fly out his hand. He held his chest and processed that it was just you, who he didn’t expect to wake up at this hour. You let out a small snicker knowing your entrance startled the poor guy.

“You’re up… Good-.. Morning?” He said awkwardly. This is the same guy that had you hollering just two hours ago, by the way. You cracked an awkward smile.

“You’re still here?” You ask, truly wondering why he was here. I mean, he only came here to get a nut off right? Then again, this is the first time he’s had a hook up. You began to remember that fact.

“Duh? I felt like I’d be a prick if I just left without saying a word” He shrugged, standing up from his seat. He wasn’t sure why, but he felt as if you were still in a vulnerable state. I mean, what you both did he considered extremely intimate.

“Oh and uh… I got you the- Erm.. Y’know” He avoided eye contact and it was the cutest thing ever for you. You saw the coffee table and made eye contact with the emergency contraceptive. How thoughtful.

“Yeah, yeah. How sweet of you, Traffy” You joke, extending your hand to reach for it. What you didn’t consider was the fact your hands were keeping the blanket wrapped around you. One free hand exposed your body in front of Law. Granted, he just fucked you, but that didn’t prevent his face going deep red.

“Oh, fuck” You mumble, making direct eye contact. Law coughed, choking on his saliva. He fluttered his eyelids and instinctively stripped off his shirt. The piece of clothing hit your face directly.

“Put that on, moron” He tried to turn around to hide his pigmented face. Seeing your nude body made Law want you all over again, even when he was entirely sober at this point in comparison to before.

Your body wiggled into his shirt which was slightly baggy and oversized for you, but not by a long shot. You saw Law’s flustered state and it only caused you to roll your eyes jokingly.

“Would you be so kind and get me a glass of water?” You say, opening the ridiculously hard packaging for a singulair pill. Law nodded immediately and sped walked to the kitchen for your beverage.

You stared at the white pill knowing you and Law need to have a long conversation sooner or later. This could tamper your relationship with him permanently for the better or worse possible way you can imagine. You sat fairly close to the spot Law was at. 

He set the cold glass of water before you and sat next to you. Law watched you pop the pill into your system and chug the water like you haven’t drank a drop of liquid in weeks. 

“So, uh…” He began. 

‘Here it comes’

“Look, (F/N). Obviously we breached past the… friend department” Law was hunched over with his fingers touching each other. You held the glass cup in your hands, turning it on your fingertips as he spoke.

“I… like you. I think” His words made you feel an abundance of things. How did he like you? and why? And what does ‘I think’ even mean? “I mean, I didn’t have sex with you for no reason”

“Law, was that your first time?” You bluntly ask. You had to know. His answer would determine anything about this interaction. He looked up at you, dilated pupils and all. His jaw hung for a moment. You heard him sigh.

“Yeah, it was” His voice mumbled, as if he was embarrassed. You blinked, but you did expect this already. You settled on the fact Law decided to give such a intimate moment with you and you alone. You oddly felt special. All of a sudden, Law became the most attractive to you in that moment and you didn't even think that was possible. You gulped.

"Law, that's... really huge" You say. Law folded his lips, fully aware of his actions. You momentarily bit your lower lip, hesitant to speak for a moment. "Did you- ..." You stammer, your tongue tripping your own brain.

"...Do you regret it?"

“God, no. Of course not. I fucking loved it.” He sighed, but why did he sound disappointed. You blinked, why was he so confused? 

“I think that’s the problem, (F/N)” Your heart twinged. “Years ago, I knew I’d be the very thing to hold you back. But god, you’re addicting. The first moment we kissed, I knew I couldn’t get rid of you. I was trying to avoid that…”

How poetic.

Law abruptly got up and ran his fingers through his hair. His heartbeat began to quicken again, his chest tightening against it. He grew hot, even despite him being shirtless thanks to you.

“But tonight, I caved. And I don’t regret a fucking second with you, (F/N). I don’t know what you did to me, but not even Robin made me feel this way. I just… I don’t know”

Law pinched his eyes before his palms were taken by yours. You below him in his own shirt holding his shaken hands made his body relax once more. Your thumb caressed on the top of his hand gently.

“Law, I can only flourish more if the person I cherish most cherishes me back” 

Your words were daggers. It hurt so good to him. This feeling, a passionate feeling, is so powerful that it’s painful. His heart couldn’t resist you, but his brain was trying to barricade it.

“You’re my drug, (F/N)”

All you could do was smile up at him, and it carved an infectious smile back. Law’s body moved on its own as if his heart had him by strings. His hands clamped your thighs for you to jump onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist. Both of your lips synchronized with each other deeply and passionately.

Your body crashed on the couch and you knew where this was heading.

That night Law decided to be more responsible this time and he spent the night, holding you tightly. Bare skin touching which was more intimate than you ever imagined. You were in for a whole new complicated road, on the contrary. Law and you weren’t friends anymore.

© all rights reserved to luvrsux

credits to the art and dividers, they r not mine!!

tags: @flav1a0

[mbbmz]

Omg I saw you did a post about Rindou! Just wondering — out of Ran, Kakucho, Rindou, and Koko, who would flirt with anything that breathes at the club vs who would actually be picky? Also, who do you think would actually want something real vs just vibe with whoever? I’d honestly be so happy if you answered!!

Omg I love this question. Here is what I think about this and remember, it’s my HEADCANONS, I’m not claiming this as the truth

Ran Haitani

I think Ran might be the pickiest tbh. I remember seeing something about him getting real close to people when he talks, not because he’s flirting or intimidating but just because he has bad eyesight.

Gives me more the vibe of someone teasing/jokingly flirty with friends and people he knows, I don’t really see him be friendly or chatty with strangers. However, if he sees someone he’s attracted too, he might be the only one in this list to actually go chat them up :)

Rindou Haitani

Probably less picky than his brother. Might actually be the one to notice a few girls at the club, but leave it there. Just quiet reflexion like "Hm, she’s cute." But never actually going out of his way to talk to someone.

Might be the type who acts uninterested when someone hits on him. Even though he acts this way, he’s probably interested most of the time, but too proud to admit it. But despite this, he’s probably the most likely to end up making out with someone by the end of the night (probably cause he’d be drunk too)

Kakucho

Kakucho my sweetheart-

Anyways. If you ever see Kakucho in a club, he probably got dragged in against his will. However, that doesn’t mean you won’t see him blush at basically any woman who comes close to him. Not overly clumsy and nervous (ahem ahem Takemichi), just a small blush and the quietest embarrassment if he messes up (bro can’t flirt for his life)

If he ends up staying at a club, it’ll be mostly to hang around his friends (probably helping a very drunk Rindou while Ran is nowhere to be found), but that doesn’t mean he won’t grant company to a charming person flirting with him :)

Hajime Kokonoi

Probably the one I have the most trouble figuring out. If you see Koko in a club, he’s most likely here for work. Doesn’t strike me at the type to enjoy the atmosphere of a club, as he seems rather introverted to me.

In the flirting field, I think it’d be the same. He’d rarely notice other people, and if he does, there’s next to zero chances he actually goes to talk to them. He might give in and enjoy a nice chat if someone he noticed comes to him though.

Anyways, here’s my top for those:

Pickiest

1. Ran Haitani

2. Kokonoi Hajime

3. Kakucho

4. Rindou Haitani

Most likely to actually score

1. Rindou Haitani

2. Ran Haitani

3. Hajime Kokonoi

4. Kakucho

[demigoddenier]

.... New plaaacccee, going to a new placeeee.. My wife-will kill me. I'm supposed to be at home but nooo.. cause new places are entertaining... she doesn't have to find-out-!

*The sounds of gentle footsteps are heard, and the room grows cold. A stranger seemed to be in their mid twenties, peeping into the room where this poor child is they grip their wrist, wow this is.. not good, uhuh. Did all people just lose all forms of empathy? Gods..*

*They slide in, crouching down, using their hair to attempt to cover the missing eye in hopes not the scare the child. They were about 6 feet away, tapping their hand in a rhythmic way*

Hello there! Uh.. I'm Icey.. I wasn't entirely expecting to find anyone here.... so uhm.. hi-?

*They summon ice below themselves, sitting down on it, crossing their legs*

- @1ceyanonhasarrived

The child was sitting in a room, probably in Lilith's cabin, probably sitting on his bed (which had his name, "Achaeus" carved into it) and staring off into the distance or eyeing her books- the boy looked anxious the entire time, he didn't quite get used to this new reality he's found himself in yet.

He had choice. His voice actually mattered. Sometimes there wasn't a correct answer to questions and he wouldn't get in trouble if he picked the wrong thing. He didn't have to worry about Miss Keller or Aprum or anyone else from his home- because they wouldn't find him anymore. He was... free.

He was told he could let himself show signs, even if he didn't want to do it in public, he tried to relax when he was alone. Just now he was letting his hair flow naturally, its color mimicking the sky's current state, clouds floating through it almost as if they were real. That is, until an adult-looking person came into the room. Instantly, the child pulled at his hair to make it stop and revert back to a grey-white coloration, stop it from flowing.

"...hello...?" The boy echoed the words, looking to the strange adult who- made ice? What? Were they a demigod, too? He almost reached out curiously towards the ice before stopping himself, just sitting criss-cross on his bed and watching the adult with curious eyes.

[slasherslittlesimp]

Little Lamb (TWD X Reader)

Part One

PART TWO

"Hey." Glenn raises his hands to show he means no harm. "We're not gonna hurt you." He crouches, creeping a few inches closer to your stiff form that remains huddled in a ball against the wall, face buried in your knees with only one eye visible, warily eyeing the two.

Despite not wanting to, Glenn reaches up and pulls his bandana down so it's around his neck, leaving him fully exposed to the rotten stench seeped into the building. Yet, despite the stench that's threatening to steal his breath away, Glenn still gives you a small reassuring smile. You remain unmoving, still just watching them with your one revealed eye. Just as Glenn goes to speak again, there's a loud sound outside that causes you to flinch back in fear.

Tyrese steps away from the doorway as he goes to peak through the nearest window. He has to peel away some paper that was glued to it, making a hole just big enough to look through. A small herd of walkers are ambling around, and it looks like they bumped into a trash can, knocking it over and spilling the contents over the street. His gaze moves from the herd, examine the rest of the area where he can see a few more walkers making their way towards the noise.

"We need to leave soon. There's a herd of walkers down there and it's only going to get bigger." Tyrese informs Glenn, moving away from the window and back to the doorway. He kneels next to Glenn, moving a bit closer as he lowers his voice into a whisper. "We need to make a decision soon. I don't think we have the time to convince them to come with us."

"I can't just leave them behind." Glenn looks at Tyrese, his hesitation and sadness shining in his eyes. He really doesn't want to leave you behind to die alone in a closet from dehydration or starvation.

"Then we take them with us whether they like it or not." Tyrese shrugs, knowing it's the only real option. They don't have the time to talk to you. To try and get you to agree to go with them. To soothe any worries you may have. If they wait too long, the herd outside will grow too large to be able to sneak past. That's not a risk they can take.

Glenn stares at Tyrese, obviously displeased with how things are. He doesn't like the idea of forcefully taking the stranger with them but he knows that he has to agree. If he doesn't, you'll be left to die. So, he sighs, giving Tyrese a nod in agreement as he steps away from the door. Tyrese steps into the room, muttering apologies as he carefully slides his arms behind your back and under the crook of your knees before lifting you from the ground.

You're too weak to fight it- and frankly you're not sure if you even wanted to. So, you remain completely limp in his arms as he and Glenn make their way down the few flights of stairs and out the door. The entire time he's carrying you Tyrese can't help but to think about how light you are, and how he can feel your spine and ribs through your skin and clothes. You must've been rationing what food you had for a long time, eating only a little bit at a time or only eating every couple of days. From the state of you and the closet, he can tell that you refused to venture further than the building you were in. Likely too scared to risk it.

Though, that leaves him wondering if it was you that killed all the walkers they saw littering the hallways. Surely someone who could manage that could also manage heading out to scavenge for supplies, right? It just seems strange that you could kill dozens of walkers yet still be afraid. The only explanation he can possibly think of is that you either weren't the one to kill them, or you only managed to kill them out of desperation to survive just to lose that drive after so much time passed. And he'd ask you about it if it weren't for the fact that you still haven't said a single word to them.

The entire drive back to the prison is filled with Glenn and Tyrese asking questions, and when they receive no answers they move onto telling you about the prison and the people that live there. They talk about the fences surrounding the place keeping walkers out. The gardens that are tended to daily. The scavenging trips that happen every few days. They tell you how many people are there, even telling you about the children in attempts to make you relax more. Yet no matter what they say, you just sit there with a blank stare, unmoving and unresponsive. It's admittedly a bit off putting.

Thankfully they’re not stuck in the awkward silence for long as they eventually pull up to the gates of the prison, which are pulled open by Carl. The young boy welcomes them back, and then grows silent in slight confusion when he watches Tyrese duck back into the backseat of the car just to pull away moment later with a very filthy stranger in his arms. Carl can’t help but to scrunch his nose slightly at the stench wafting from the person, and he wonders to himself why on earth they brought you back with them.

Thankfully everyone will get answers soon enough when they inevitably have to tell the council about the person they brought home without permission.