#chucks fanart at your face

[lycoris707]

not feeling great, so have a wild life Gem doodle

the BAMs got their designs, so others will too

also as for the animatic stuff, I moved the deadline to "we'll see how long it takes" cuz it turns out I made a grave error in my calculations, so the previous schedule was literally impossible to pull off

[cruel-seduction]

Peter Teases You About Your Favorite Superhero Crush (Not Him)

It all started when you casually mentioned your love for a certain fictional superhero while you and Peter were sprawled out on your couch, legs tangled together in your usual cozy way. You were scrolling through a Pinterest board, showing him random outfits, memes, and—without thinking—a fanart of your favorite superhero, Nightblade, the shadowy, brooding vigilante from that one movie series you’d been obsessed with lately.

“Wait, who’s that?” Peter asked, craning his neck to get a better look at your phone.

You hesitated for a moment, feeling a flush creep up your neck. “Uh... no one important,” you mumbled, trying to scroll past it.

“Oh, no one important?” Peter snatched your phone faster than you could react, his reflexes annoyingly good as always. He tilted the screen, inspecting the art. “Nightblade?” he read aloud, a teasing grin already forming.

“Give it back, Peter!” you said, lunging for the phone, but he held it out of your reach, his other hand pressing into your shoulder to hold you back effortlessly.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he said, laughing as he twisted his body to keep the phone away from you. “Is this... your superhero crush? Oh my god, you’re blushing!”

Your cheeks burned hotter as you smacked his chest. “Shut up! I am not blushing!”

“Oh, you so are,” Peter teased, lowering your phone just enough to waggle it in your face. “Look at you! You’re like a tomato. This is adorable.”

“Peter!” you whined, burying your face in your hands to hide your embarrassment.

Peter leaned closer, still grinning like the smug menace he was. “Okay, okay, hold on. I need to understand this. Nightblade? Really? The guy who skulks around on rooftops and growls at people? That’s your type?”

You groaned, refusing to look at him. “He’s cool, okay? And... and mysterious. And—ugh, you wouldn’t get it!”

“Oh, I get it,” Peter said, his voice dripping with mock understanding. “You’re into the whole dark, brooding, ‘I work alone’ vibe. Got it. But, babe, have you met me? I literally do the rooftop thing all the time. Should I start growling at bad guys now? Would that make me hotter?”

“Shut up, Peter,” you said, reaching out to shove his chest lightly. “It’s not like that.”

But he wasn’t letting up. If anything, your reaction just fueled him further.

“‘It’s not like that,’” he mimicked in a high-pitched voice, scooting closer to you on the couch.

You peeked at him through your fingers, your face still burning. “Stop it!”

But Peter was on a roll now. He threw your phone onto the couch and stood up, dramatically deepening his voice as he struck a ridiculous pose. “I am Nightblade,” he intoned, his attempt at a gravelly tone making him sound more like he had a sore throat. “Justice is my shadow. The night is my ally.”

You snorted despite yourself, grabbing a throw pillow and chucking it at him. “You’re so dumb!”

Peter caught the pillow mid-air, grinning as he tossed it aside. “Dumb? Dumb? Babe, you’re the one who has a crush on a fictional guy who probably hasn’t smiled since birth. Meanwhile, you’ve got me—a real superhero who’s funny, charming, and, might I add, great with parents.”

“Oh my god, Peter,” you said, covering your face again as your laugh bubbled out.

He plopped back down on the couch beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close. “I’m not saying I’m jealous,” he said, though the teasing lilt in his voice suggested otherwise. “But I mean... come on. I’ve got to be at least, like, 10% cooler than this guy, right?”

You peeked up at him, still flustered but smiling now. “I dunno,” you said, your voice playful. “Nightblade does have a pretty sweet cape.”

Peter gasped, hand flying to his chest like you’d just stabbed him. “A cape? Oh, come on! Capes are a tripping hazard. I could make one if I wanted, but I don’t because I have common sense.”

You giggled, shaking your head. “And he’s got these cool shadow powers.”

Peter raised an eyebrow, leaning in closer with a mock-insulted expression. “Shadow powers? Pfft. Lame. I’ve got webs, babe. Webs. I can swing through the city, catch bad guys, and tie up robbers in little cocoons. I can tie you up and you know you enjoy it, What can he do? Stand in the dark and look angsty?”

You rolled your eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t fall out of your head. “Peter, you’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous?” He leaned in even closer, his nose almost touching yours now. “Ridiculous is you choosing him over me! What does he have that I don’t?”

You pretended to think about it, tapping your chin. “Well, there’s the expression—”

“Oh, here we go with the expression again.”

“And the muscles.”

Peter flopped back against the couch, groaning loudly. “You’re killing me, Y/N. Absolutely killing me.”

You giggled, poking his side. “And don’t forget the way he says, ‘I can do this all day.’ So iconic.”

That made Peter shoot upright again, his eyes narrowing playfully. “Okay, first of all, I also say cool stuff when I’m fighting bad guys.”

“Like what?” you challenged, crossing your arms.

Peter paused, clearly scrambling for a good answer. “Uh… ‘Hey, buddy, quit stealing stuff!’”

You burst out laughing, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. “Oh, yeah. Super inspiring, Peter. Definitely gives Steve a run for his money.”

You tried to stifle your laughter, but it spilled out anyway. “You’re impossible,” you said, lightly smacking his chest.

Peter grabbed your hand before you could pull it away, bringing it up to his lips for a quick kiss. “And yet, you love me,” he said smugly.

“Don’t push it,” you warned, though your smile betrayed you.

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, shaking your head. “And to be honest. It’s not like that! I just think he’s… you know… nice-looking.”

“Nice-looking?” Peter repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Nice-looking.” He pointed at himself. “Have you seen me? I mean, I don’t want to brag or anything, but…” He flexed his arm in the most over-the-top way, clearly showing off.

You rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face was impossible to hide. “Oh, please. You’re so full of yourself.”

He leaned closer, that teasing smirk never faltering. “I’m just saying, if you wanted a guy with abs, you could’ve just told me”

And then you flexed your non existent biceps “Yours is not better than mine, Pete”

Peter chuckled, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. “True true. Seriously, though. You can crush on Nightblade all you want, but just remember: he’s not the one sitting next to you, eating leftover pizza and looking ridiculously cute in sweatpants.”

You rolled your eyes, your cheeks still warm as you leaned into him. “Fine, you win,” you said softly.

Peter’s grin widened, and he pulled you even closer, resting his chin on your head. “That’s all I needed to hear.”

You couldn’t help but smile, shaking your head as his teasing finally softened. Sure, Nightblade was cool, but Peter Parker? He is your superhero. 

[runa-falls]

self-care

fanart: @galaxyspeaking on tumblr/twitter (so good omfg)

pairing: miguel o'hara x reader

summary: miguel regularly gets home late. tonight, he has to see to his needs himself.

warning: explicit 18+, somnophilia, established relationship, PWP, edging, afab!reader, breeding kink-ish (kinda??), brief choking, unprotected sex (obviously)

a/n: i warned you, there's gonna be random bouts of smut.

so here: *chucks fic at your face and runs*

w/c: 1.2k (it was supposed to be a drabble...)

masterlist

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His breath hitches when you clench around him suddenly, warmth eagerly clinging to his hardness as he rolls his hips slowly into yours.

You’re laid so perfectly under him, front to the mattress, taking every inch of his cock, not even aware of his presence behind you. 

Or at least that’s what he thinks.

But you’ve actually been awake since he got home. 

Your sleepy ears immediately perked up as soon as you heard his keys turn the front door’s lock -- like an overzealous puppy.

Apparently, your body was anticipating his return and was on high alert for any sign of him. You stayed in bed, eyes still closed, listening silently as he moved from the shower to the sink to his closet, following his usual nighttime routine. And then there was silence. No ruffle of his clothes or heavy steps toward the bed.

You almost jumped when he touched you at first as you weren’t expecting it. He had been so quiet up to this point that you had no idea that he was hovering right over you, eyes sweeping over your “sleeping” figure.

You shiver against his calloused fingers, nerves buzzing at the sensation of his rough skin against your smooth legs.

His fingers glided against the top of your bare thigh where your oversized 'borrowed' shirt had ridden up. You swear you could feel his eyes bore into you as he watched carefully to make sure your breaths remained steady. 

He slowly nudged the rest of the fabric off of your lower body, revealing your barely there panties that mold over your curves beautifully. You could barely hear the low sigh that he lets out as he fiddled with the edge of the material, debating whether to slip them off of you or not. 

He doesn’t. 

So here you are now, ruined panties, soaked and stretched out, shifted to the side as he plunges deep into you. You've lost track of how long he's been working himself into you because every time you're about to topple off the edge, he slips out, prolonging the terrible ache that hums inside of you. Your eyes flutter shut from the exhaustion of being edged over and over.

You've actually fallen asleep a couple of times to the euphoric feeling of him filling you up, but only for a few minutes at a time. You're always woken up soon after to the build of your orgasm or a soft groan against your neck.

The soft, wet sound of him moving into you is the only thing you can hear other than the occasional pant and groan that's puffed softly against the back of your neck.

You've been able to barely hold back any noises that his body is trying to coax from yours, but you feel like even if you did slip up, he wouldn't even notice with how wrecked he sounds at the moment.

The occasional breathy whine spurs you on the most. You swear that you’ve never heard him sound so needy before. So utterly depraved for your touch, for the warm enclosure you provide.

You’re so unbearably wet for him that he’s desperately holding himself back from waking you up by finally pounding you into the bed and taking what he needs.

You can feel heat bloom through your body like a wildfire as he moves against you. Your body tenses slightly for, what feels like the fiftieth time, anticipating the inevitable collapse into ecstasy, though you know he'll deny your orgasm as soon as you start fluttering around him.

A groan rumbles softly against your back through his chest as he plunges all the way to the hilt and stops. "Fuck--" It's a mere whisper in the heated air of the bedroom.

His body is tense and you can feel the way his body swells against you with deep breaths as he holds himself back from making any sudden movements.

He's edging himself too.

He pulls out even slower then sits back on his knees, taking in the sight of your ruined cunt.

Your slick is all over your inner thighs, and you're sure if you could see him, it would be all over his hips as well. His hands delicately trace at your sides, loving how you unconsciously shiver against his touch.

Then he isn't so gentle. Without much fanfare, he grabs a pillow, shoves it under your hips, and tilts your body to the perfect position. His favorite position.

This is the endgame.

An unexpected raspy moan rips through your throat as the head of his cock suddenly pushes flush against your cervix. You couldn’t hold it back any longer, it was too much. Your back arches sharply in response to the way he suddenly stretches you out.

His movements stutter at the noise.

“How long have you been awake, sweetheart?”

“I-I-ahhhh” The intense mind-numbing feeling of him shoved inside of you is too much to handle. Miguel doesn't seem to care about the answer as he starts to angle his thrusts upwards and pushes in incredibly deep, stroking deliciously against that one spot inside of you.

His pace is still slow and languid, but you can barely form a coherent thought as he places more force into his thrusts. The bed shifts as his body snaps against yours with added fervor, headboard knocking against the wall.

Your body attempts to curl into itself as senseless pleasure starts to take over, but his hold on your waist is too strong. You're sure you'll have bruises on your skin in the morning as the tightening flutter of your cunt causes his grip to harden around you.

After the endless minutes -- no hours, of him edging you, you finally collapse. White hot pleasure burns through every nerve on your body and you swear you're physically paralyzed for a second. You cry out as your body trembles uncontrollably, tears spilling onto the mattress under you.

“Fuck—you’re so good to me, baby. Always so ready to take my cock in this delicious pussy.” An arm wraps around your body then takes hold of your throat, fingers intoxicatingly pressing into your delicate skin. Each thrust is followed by harsh grunts as he starts to speed up. You can barely follow his movements as they become more chaotic. More feral.

Another desperate whine spills from his lips as he holds you impossibly closer to him. “Please let me cum inside of you, honey." His mouth hovers right next to your ear, lust dripping off of every word. "Let me fill you up and make a mess in you.”

"Y-yes, please...." Your voice comes out hoarse from his grip on your throat. You love it.

“I want to see your pussy weep with it before I shove it back in. You’ll take it all won’t you?” You nod hopelessly and his thrusts start to stutter. Before long, he lets out a broken groan and you feel the familiar warmth of him gush deeply inside of you.

His weight sandwiches you against the mattress as he falls over you, breaths starting to slow down. Your brain is still foggy from your climax, but you sigh with contentment at the pressure of his body.

Eventually, he rolls off of you to his side of the bed then pulls you against him, chest against your back.

"Were you really awake that whole time?"

"Maybe..." You can faintly feel his smile as his lips quirk up against the back of your head.

[play-on-skinners-box]

Others have already been furrying the Raincode characters and doing a phenomenal job, but when I would peruse Danganrompa fanart I really liked seeing different and wildly varying interpretations for the characters' animal choices and now it is my turn, my GOD GIVEN DUTY TO PROVIDE IN THE GENISIS OF THE RAINCODE FANDOM, FOR THE HONOR OF THOSE WHO HAVE COME BEFORE ME.

For all of them I used their pose from the artbook renders. I'll say it's to keep them recognizable but that is actually a lie I'm just lazy.

Secretary Bird Halara:

Halara I did first and they were the one I was most jazzed to do because I love them dearly. I made them a secretary bird and I think it's a PERFECT fit. Ahem allow me to rattle off. Secretary birds are birds, so doomed by the narrative to have to stay away from cats, they are predatory birds and of course Halara would be at the top of the food chain. Speaking of predetory birds, secretary birds are known for their ability TO KICK VENOUMOUS SNAKES TO DEATH, AND THATS JUST TOO GOOD A FIT. They also have plumage that I could easily shape into Halara's kinda smooth swoopy hairstyle, and face markings that could be sort of representative of their glasses! I think the drawing for them is probably the weakest out of the group just because as I went along I improved and started to translate the human designs in less one to one ways, plus the pose Halara has in the artbook doesn't fit perfectly to the really big wing hand things. I still enjoyed making it because H A L A R A N I G H T M A R E but I'm honestly kinda sad at how lackluster it is compared to Fubuki and Viva who got the most interesting details and texture work. NEVER DO YOUR FAVORITE FIRST IT'S A TRAP.

Guinea Pig Desuhiko:

With Desuhiko I was going back and fourth between a few rodents, I just think he kinda looks like one and already had those pikachu cheeks. My first scetch made him a hamster, and while it DID look like him, it felt a little too... Indistinct. Desuhiko's probably my favorite design in the cast just because he looks so distinctive and has a short stocky bodytype I really really love and makes my character designer brain happy, so I swapped hamster for guinea pig. While the guinea pig face doesn't look like him quite as much as the hamster, they are very interesting and distinctive looking which I loved a lot more even with a bit of accuracy sacrificed if that makes sense. Also there are Guinea pigs with spikey wild fur that make it so I could just kinda give him his actual hair and still have it make sense. Guinea pigs are also the perfect size and shape to be thrown like a large softball and out of all the Master Detectives Desuhiko looks like he'd be the most sadisfying to chuck across a room.

Fish Fubuki:

Fubuki was really hard just because it's difficult to anthropomorphize a fish in the same way as a mammal or a avian cause of their structure. She might look a biitttt more like a fantasy creature inspired by a fish than just a fish but she's charming enough I don't completely mind. I got some SOLID advice and looked at some Splatoon NPCs characteristics to try and make her more appealing. So why fish? I got it as a suggestion that I ended up really liking because fish are notorious for their bad memory, live in tanks their whole lives(Fubuki is the definition of sheltered), and they have fins to mimic the shape of Fubukis cloak and hair. I used beta fish for reference, they don't really fit her but just being a fish was good enough for me and at that point I was prioritizing looks. She doesn't even really look like any specific species like the other three to be honest. She's defiantly the outlier of the group but that's fine, she can be special in her own unique way like always. Got a little lazy with making the hair look all that fin-like, but it's kinda the main event of her human design so I wanted to keep it as true to that as possible but looking at it now I think its tooooo copy and paste looking. Her furry design IS my brothers favorite out of the batch so that's gotta count for something!

Flying Fox Bat Vivia:

The vampire looking man was always gonna be a bat, I am but a slave to the whims of fate. I made him specifically a flying fox because they're the largest bat species and therefore can loom ominously. Vampire bat would have been fun too, but they have more of a squished bastard energy that doesn't really fit Vivia. Bats also are known for their weird sleeping habits, ala upside. Viva isn't sleeping upside down or anything like that but he DOES snooze in some weird places so I think comparing him to a bat in multiple aspects is very apt! His drawing and animal design is probably my favorite, I really like the wings, and the bat feet are super weird I loved doing those. I did have trouble incorperating his hair, flying foxes have pretty smooth heads, but they do have sort of a mane thing going on so I tried to put some of his hair texture and shape there instead. Sorry I did not give him is edgy edgy hair cut, I too love it very much but it was simply not to be. I did try to mimic it's vibe with the patterning on his head though, an illusion of his bangs.

I'm very happy with this lineup overall, they're some neat little designs if I do say so myself! I might do more but I have the chronic problem of not being able to sit still for a long time to do a BUNTCH of guys again(though for the record I would make Seth the most delightfully storm drain gutter looking creature). I also kinda wanna do Makoto and Yuma cause someone suggested a REALLY good idea for them, but the concept for Makoto with this idea would be more of an involved design that I wouldn't be able to use all of his normal outfit for so it'd probably take longer than average.

TLDR: Furries amiright?

[prettyflyshyguy]

absolutely loving your infamous playthrough and fanart and it's SO nice to see someone who loves cole and gets all the little humor and nuances of his character, i love him dearly. please continue posting. consider playing prototype (just the first one. we don't talk about the second one) too so you can join us in the even more niche overlap of protofamous crossover! also cole's scar is explained in the tie-in comics that are surprisingly great, they bridge the gap between infamous 1 and 2 and are not too hard to find on the internet!

Hell yeah gamer I'm glad my adventures discovering a new franchise are fun to see! I'll definitely be posting more, got a long list of things I want to draw for the two games so far and like finishing 2 has just left me more desperate and itching for shenanigans between these characters. They're all living rent free in my head. I need to start charging them. They can't just park on my internalised mind-palace rooftop.

I want to check out the comics as I was saying to Kings that after wiki deep diving they explore some facets of his character that I felt was missing somewhat from the games, which is siiiick, but also I'm sorry if he gets his scar from a 'cool' way I'll be so sad - I already got it set in my head that he stacked it after he fucked up a jump and slammed his face into a metal sheet. He would 100% lie to people however and each time it's a different lie on how he got it.

Ironically Prototype 2 is a game I've played before, never finished. Luckily I paid little to no attention to the plot at the time and was really only there for the gameplay. I was watching a series retrospective the other day and... oof... aahh.... Hmm.. They sure did go places with the narrative didn't they. Hmm.

I've played a little of prototype 1, again years ago. Endlessly amusing to me that somehow these two fandoms are joined at the hip - maybe I'll chuck a P1 playthrough on yt at some point.

In the meantime my brain won't quit and I will be doing more drawing (and maybe writing if you're reaaaaally lucky) for this

And a fair warning

[holderoftales]

My Very Own Team of Shovel Knight Bosses

DESIGN NOTES:

Sticky Knight: I made a picture of this fellow months ago, and the positive response made me want to do a full octet.

After I had drawn him, I realized "oh wait, there actually are frog-people in Shovel Knight." So I decided that's who raised him. Except it was the jungle, so they were treefrog-people.

I guess it's just a happy coincidence that he's actually built like a treefrog.

Tower Knight: I think he's probably an archeologist who got way too into his work and decided to "be the ruins."

I'm not sure what he looks like under his armor and I'm not sure I want to know. Though I like to think in the epilogue he'd get together with Honey Knight.

Hunter Knight: Was originally going to be a guy before I got the idea for the camo tights. Not much else to say about her except that her boss fight would be like Search Man from Megaman 8, with her popping in and out of the background to shoot at you...and I think she buys her arrows at the same place as those thrice-damned archers in Anor Londo.

Needle Knight: You know how with Mole Knight, it's kind of ambiguous if he's an actual mole-man or if it's just the armor? Well there's no ambiguity with this guy; he is indeed a hedgehog-man. When he was growing up the other hogfolk teased him for his small, underdeveloped quills, so he made his armored spike suit to compensate. He'll show them all now!

His armor took a LONG time to get right. I modeled it after a pillbug; segmented, so he can still roll up in a ball.

Also the feat for defeating him would have to be a Sonic joke.

Diva Knight: Her design went all over the place...she was supposed to look like an American diva, like Mariah Carey or Toni Braxton, but ended up looking more a cross between a J-pop idol and Courtney Gears from Ratchet and Clank. Oh well, I still like the mike-chucks.

And if the game had Body Swap mode, the male version would look completely different, like an armored Michael Jackson.

Kite Knight: I based him on Clem Sohn, the first wingsuiter. Back in the thirties, he'd jump out of a plane at 20,000 feet and glide in his home-made flying suit till he reached parachute distance at around a thousand feet. He once said he felt "as safe as you would in your mother's kitchen"...right before the jump where his chute got tangled up in his wings. They said it sounded like an explosion when he hit the ground.

His colors took forever to get right...I went through two or three schemes before I settled on black, white and red (which was probably all that was left of poor Clem).

I think if the game had extra campaigns with playable bosses, he'd make a good one, gliding through the stages, corkscrew-slashing and dropping bombs (that's what those tubes on his boots are for).

Honey Knight: She's the kingdom's most legendary beekeeper, who ended up with the villains...somehow. Maybe they promised her a giant bee preserve.

I had a devil of a time with the helmet, since I wanted it to look like a bee's face, but their eyes are too far apart. So it just kind of has a bee motif instead.

Her boss fight would have her both attacking you with her rapier and using it like a baton to direct bees. She'd probably form the bees into different shapes, like that one Metal Gear Solid boss.

Also somehow I have a feeling she'd get the most fanart. Just a hunch.

Cave Knight: If you're thinking "he looks like a prehistoric Shovel Knight" there's a good reason for that; meet Shovel Knight's prehistoric ancestor, who created the shovel fighting style.

In fact, he even went on his own adventure and defeated the Enchantress's prehistoric ancestor. But in her death throes, she cursed him with eternal sleep.

He slumbered under the earth for countless millenia, until the bad guys discovered him, woke him up and convinced him that Shovel Knight was a villain who had corrupted his shovel style and was using it for evil.

REJECTED CONCEPTS:

Venom Knight: Too much like Plague Knight.

Junk Knight: Too much like Scrap Knight.

Storm Knight: Too much like Phantom Striker.

Rose Knight: Couldn't come up with a design that didn't look like Spike Rosered from Megaman X5.

Hopper Knight: Decided on Honey Knight instead, and two bug-themed knights would be redundant. And yes, he would have looked like a Kamen Rider.

I might use him if I ever decide to do this again, and speaking of that...

FUTURE POSSIBILITIES:

Fireworks Knight

Gourmet Knight

Swan Knight

Magic Knight

Night Knight

[honeyylin]

What about me? - Chapter 2

If you are the artist behind this fanart of Maruki, please tell me and i'll be sure to credit you or take it down if you do not want your art to be used.

NOT PROOF READ*

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“Hello I’m calling from the Hospital about Ryuji Sakamoto, is this Y/n Sakamoto?” I blinked for a second before nodding my head, despite the person over the phone unable to see. “Yes I am, did something happen?” I asked, beginning to pack up my stuff.

”Yes, well you see your brother broke his leg at school today and we couldn’t get in contact with your mother.”

I ran out of the room immediately, not bothering to say goodbye to my friends. I ran to the hospital. 

He was at the hospital? Was he not at practice today? Or did it happen during practice?

I hurriled walked over to the front desk and said my brother’s name, they kindly point the way where he was currently being treated and I made my way over. 

In front of the door, I didn’t expect to see his coach sitting there waiting for him. When I approched him I bowed to show my respect. “Hello, I’m Ryuji’s older sister.” He gave me a small bow back.

I looked in the room where Ryuji was suppose to be. “Do you know what happened him?” I asked. If I had looked back at him, I would’ve seen the look in his eyes as they roamed up and down my body.

”Sakamoto Kun attacked me today during practice.” I wipped my head back at the man at that.

Ryuji did what?

I rasied an eyebrow “How.. what does that have to do with him breaking his leg?” I asked him, the man chuckled and crossed his arms. “He almost hurt me, I was acting in self defense.” I started at him in disbelif. 

I learned later that day that my brother could no longer run the same way anymore. His track career was over before it could begin.

And it was all that damn coach’s fault.

-

I woke up in a groggily mood. Looking at my alarm clock and seeing it was almost 10. Slowly I got up from my bed and went to the bathroom, I could still hear Ryuji snoring from his room. 

Thankfully with the money I’ve earned from working during collage, and taking up job offers at small places, I was able to save up for a two room apartment (it wasn’t easy and took a while) but it was enough to help out our mom just a bit.

At first I was wondering if it really was the best idea to move the both of us out but as I thought about it some more, I was able to make her not worry about needing to be home right away to feed her son.

I left the bathroom and went straight to the kitchen. Getting ready to prepare breakfast for the two of us.

There was no school today due to what happened yesterday to prepare the school for what to do. Though I doubt the school would do anything to begin with.

When I was halfway prepared with our breakfast, I saw Ryuji walk over to the kitchen. His hair was a mess and he could barely open his eyes. I chucked and watched as he walked over to watch me cook. 

“Good morning to you, did you sleep well?” I asked him. He groaned and rubbed his eyes “I slept fine, how about you?” 

We made small talk as I finished up our breakfast, I let him plate up his food as I wash up the remaining dishes before sitting down with my own plate.

”So,” I started as I sat down. “about yesterday..” Looking at him as he paused in eating.

”How.. are you okay? I mean what happened yesterday was so sudden, I just..” I sighed. “I want to know how you feel. I mean he was.. I just-“

”Sis I’m alright.”

I looked up at him as he said that, a frown on my face as I waited for him to say anything else. “I mean he’s getting what he deserves now. Why wouldn’t I be happy about that.” Sighing, I nodded, “I just, I feel like I haven’t done much as an adult, mostly as your sister, to protect you earlier.”

Ryuji tilted his head, confused. “I clearly knew what was going on, but I couldn’t do anything about it until now.” I frowned.

”I just want to apologize, I clearly didn’t do much like I promised when I first applied to work at the school.”

I was about to go on and ramble before I heard Ryuji start laughing. 

“What are you talking about? You’ve done more than what any other teacher whose been working there for so long has done. I’d even say you’ve done more than what the older teachers have tried.” He finished. 

I frowned, “Ryuji I-“

He shook his head though, “listen to me, I’ve seen you interact with my classmates and I can tell they enjoy your presence. Even though you started like what, a year ago? I can tell they like you. You’re trying your best.”

”And you just got the job sis, I don’t expect you to change the school in just a year.

I looked at him for a second, wondering for a second if I was truly looking at my brother. “Geez, look at you using smart words.” I joked with him.

Ryuji rolled his eyes and ate a spoonful of his breakfast.

I watched him eat, wondering where that little boy I grew up watching everyday after school went.

I could still vividly see his black hair on him as he sat in front of me.

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shorter chapter today only because I wanted to have a sibling moment between the two :(

[shouyuus]

it's ya girl

on Tumblr instead of doing my job at Chili's

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writer's truth or dare!

omgggg lskdf but highkey like... if it's slow then !! live ur life ukno?

🧩what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

oof ur coming for the jugular right off the bat huh LOL i guess if i don't like the prose? or if there's too many grammar mistakes? like i don't mind typos, i don't mind lapslock, i don't mind small!text (if it's not like a huge long fic -- i am dyslexic and large chucks of the smol text r kinda hard to read /sobs), but like... if i'm not pulled in by the writing? i guess? and i know that's like the worst/most amorphous kind of answer but like ITS TRU LOL its just a vibes thing hAHHAH. OH. and if i see actual "y/n" used in text. im sry my brain auto-reads it as "yes or no" and i just can't come back from that sdlifjsd i have nothing against it! im sure there are good fics that use "y/n" but personally for me, i can't move passed the "yes or no" in my brain ldkjfoSDIHG s

🎨link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

ACTUALLY RECENTLY i've been obsessed over @eriochromatic's dark!vi comics!!! i love it bc the art style is so cool and the story is so heart-breaking but also VI LOOKS SO BADASS? please oh my god. and i think it? idk. scratches the part of my brain that's like ???? after arcane s2 and vi does a heel-face turn into being a "dog of the state" (and look i get the in-canon reasoning i do!!!) but revolutionary!vi has a special place in my heart and the comic just... idk IT FITS and i can ramble about it forever but PLS JUST go check out their entire blog/profile i promise u will not be disappointed!!!

💌how many unread emails do you have right now?

just 1 :) i'm the kind of person who can't have any notifications on anything or else i'll lose it lol

[pissjesus]

For the fanfic asks:

✍🏻🚀👓💭🧪🎨

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✍🏻 What’s your ideal writing setup?

I used to love writing in notebooks with pen and I would fill entire notebooks and then re-type it on the computer but now I just write on my laptop, and I have to have silence when I write.

🚀 do you outline your fic or write as you go?

Already answered in the last ask <3

👓 What helps you focus when you write?

I need no music no TV no nothing because I have to pause and play out the scene in my head to see if the actions and dialogue make sense. I also make faces while I write dialogue to figure out if the characters expression I’m describing feels natural. So basically I need to be alone

💭 What inspires you when you’re writing?

Scenes and dialogue comes to me when I’m doing a menial task or doing something physical but not taxing, like walking or ice skating. I also feel inspired whenever I read or watch something that’s so good I’m mad I didn’t write it myself. I started writing fanfiction because of Bojack Horseman (not *of* Bojack Horseman, but because I wanted to make characters deal with their feelings)

🧪 Do you research for your fics?

Man writing Gorillaz fanfiction has you googling shit like “how do you pay the check at a restaurant in England” cuz you think stuff works the same everywhere but no (sorry I’m American). I also did a lot of research on the Stoke on Trent accent for Gorillaz reasons and now I’m obsessed with the vocabulary. Chuck a boe agen a woe kick it yed it and bost it

🎨 If someone where to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

I would be delighted by literally any fanart (and I really really appreciate the art that I *have* gotten!) so literally anything would be amazing, but I do get especially happy when people draw my ocs, so seeing art for The Nose Job would be fun. I would also be interested in The Last Living Souls because I feel like that one is so moody and atmospheric

[thedawningofthehour]

I’ve been reading your fic as it updates since like November, and it’s kinda just become this permanent staple in my phones A03 tabs. And I just wanna say thanks for sharing your amazing story with all of us!!

Draxum and Gal’s relationship is so intriguing, disturbing, yet somehow so caring?? Your doing a fantastic job crafting that dynamic. And the desperation of the family just sends me every time.

I can’t wait for part 3, especially after that last chapter. I just keep reminding myself that all of this hurt is gonna make the comfort that much more satisfying. Thanks again for all the amazing content your putting out :]

'looks at username'

'blinks'

You were one of the first people to follow the alt blog so, like, I knew objectively that you must be reading the fic. And liked it to some extent. But still. Whenever a popular fandom person acknowledges the existence of my work I am always the personification of the surprised Pikachu face.

This includes people who I have literally already talked to about my fic and even people who have drawn fucking fanart for it, I'm always surprised that they still like me.

But thank you! I am very narcissistic and I very much enjoy people stroking my ego! Thank you all for READING, oh my god, money is nice but knowing people get something out of my work is the best payment there is. Completely unironically, I'm so grateful for all of you.

...and I totally didn't just spell it as 'greatful.' Nope. I am an adult who went to college for this and I totally know how to spell.

PART 2 AIN'T OVER YET! We are on a roller coaster and we're just now descending into the final drop. Or...I don't know, the part of fruit ninja where they just chuck a ton of fruit at you and you have to chop like a crazy person for like a minute straight. From here on out I think there's a major event either every chapter or every other chapter. And the final climax is going to be a real...blockbuster. I just hope I can do it justice.

[5eraphim]

(Feel free to ignore this if you don't want to share, but I'm so curious!) What the HELL was that phantom of the opera fic about that made someone write an entire essay about 😭😭?

(while i'm alright mentioning that one time someone linked me a google drive multi-page document that was critical of a 5k word phantom of the opera x reader insert i wrote when i was 16, (i think i delete the original post for some reason? but i still have the SRB vers. with an extra note) bc like i said, i didn't read the doc bc even as a dumbass teenager, i knew if i tried to be fair and read the doc i'd just upset myself, and realistically learn nothing (and this whole event is extremally funny 7 years later) i would also like to reiterate, people who were in creative spaces online around the early-mid/late-mid 2010s know how freakishly normal it was to see grown ass adults compiling random ocs and fanarts and making lengthy videos railing on them for the sake of "constructive criticism" (i watch those videos too, i'm not saying i didn't participate/or that i'm above this or whatever) but it was really just so needlessly meanspirited, and made fandom-spaces, like y'know, hobby spaces so lame.)

ANYWAYS- i don't remember what exactly i wrote (bc thank GOD everything i wrote before this account has basically been lost to the sands of time, and i'd rather run into a burning building than try to find my old stuff and be face-to-face with whatever the hell i was writing back then)

but from what i remember the plot was basically phantom watching reader sleep and just having a big dramatic monologue about it. and also i'm pretty sure thought about cutting her head off in her sleep? like i remember vaguely writing a tangent while he was wondering how hard it would be to cut through the cervical vertebra that was like, "if you gave me the chance to pluck the bones from your neck, i'd cherish holding them with my bare hands. i wish i could cradle every little piece of you like that"

that's honestly the one part i really remember, it was like that and a lot of "i'm such a monster, how could she stomach sharing a bed" and other such emo, incel-y ramblings. i think i just wanted to write something about sharing a bed with a girl and wanting to rub my grubby undeserving hands through her hair and kiss her neck and shoulders. (and the fact it took me over a year later to realize i was bi, makes this so much funnier to me)

it was that sentiment but with much edgier, very chuck palahniuk-pilled prose.

(i'm not saying i didn't DESERVE an essay-length take down of what i wrote, i'm saying im just glad i didn't read it)

[luvwestwood]

❝ HANDS UP! ❞ - Choso Kamo

" — HE CALLED US RIDE OR DIES — SO I HOPPED ON THE DICK AND RODE IT. "

₊˚༊*·˚ warnings. nsfw(18+), gun-play, notoriety au! choso, VERY extreme foreplay, p in v, choso fucks you on a pile of money, face-fucking, spanking, pounding, back shots, degradation, mixed in with praising, (slut/good girl/whore/fuck doll), cum eating, rough play, rough sex, cumming in mouth, riding, choso is just so filthy oh my god..

₊˚༊*·˚ notes. ok ngl this piece had so many different story lines before I finalised with this one. that one fanart had me in a chokehold LOL. also ty to my girl @/m0nsterzl0ve for the thong part LMAOOO IT MADE ME CREAM!! sorry for edging u guys by taking so long to post this. thanks for 1.1k ^^

4,918 words (17m read)

header art used - credits to @/anniechrome on ig!

Both you, and your lover Choso were truly unstoppable. What started as innocent, pure sweethearts— to becoming the most wanted outlaws of your nation.

From paid assassinations, gas station robberies and big time heists. The two of you were equally as fucked up, and you couldn’t even remember how this lifestyle of yours came to be. Ruthless and unpredictable, your names were carved in the annals of notoriety.

And how? How have you not been caught yet? Hell, sentenced to death? Thanks to the countless identity changes, and the constant moving from state to state— my, were they clueless. The two of you knew this whole game inside out. It was the intricate, logical planning that got you what you needed every single time. Media from all over the world were never able to decipher your methods.

“..Speed it up a bit baby, we’ve got 60 seconds on the clock.” Choso notifies, voice muffled behind the fabric of his balaclava as he stuffed wads of cash into a duffel— This was light work, as if you were simply going grocery shopping.

Trying to suppress a giggle out of nervousness and pure excitement, you continue to do the same; filling the duffel to the brim with stacks of cash— the entire bag bulking on it’s sides, but fortunately you were able to zip the thing up.

Both of you had chosen to go for the casino downtown; an easy 150k cash out. It wasn’t as big as the others in the central city, but it was enough— since it’s less likely to stir up such commotion along the way.

You could hear the sound of heavy boots creeping up behind, a playful spank on your ass causing you to flinch. “Hey!” Scowling, you haul the duffel onto your back, glaring at Choso’s eyes that seemed to be squinting in the holes of his mask; but you just knew, he was grinning behind it.

“Twenty seconds,” he adds on, "Better make a run for that exit, or someone won't be enjoying $700 champagne tonight." A hand snakes around your waist, firmly gripping on your curves above the material of your black long-sleeve; your eyes rolling at his playful remark.

The officer guarding the safe was still knocked out cold, which gave you that one bit of assurance. And, the intended back-door exit wasn't blocked off, so that seemed like a good sign.

No alarms, nobody waiting outside for your presence. Just in and out of there, like a gust of wind— except the difference between you and the gale is that somebody would be coming out with a shit ton of cash.

Both peeling off your mask, you took a deep breath of air; Choso fiddling away with something on his trap phone.

"What're you doing?" Curious, you questioned your lover— walking over to your getaway car that was just stalled outside. Today's vehicle of choice was something luxury, but not too flashy— I mean, it's perfect since no one would question why you would carry so much money.

Choso hums, peeling his eyes away from the screen as he reached his side of the car, chucking the duffel into the minute space behind the driver's seat, and so, you do the same. "Just giving them the opportunity to take a 'lil nap."

With the click of a button, he was able to release BZ gas from the vents of the casino— allowing you two more time to get away, as media and authority may just take it as a separate terroristic threat, not realizing their vaults were wiped out.

As soon as the doors shut, you both break into laughter, Choso smiling as he cupped your cheeks into his palms; planting a loving kiss on your lips.

He pulls away, hands firmly gripping on the wheel as he takes a deep breath. "Fuck, 'can't believe we just did that." Shaking his head in disbelief, he continues, "We've been doing this for so long but it always seems like it's so—"

"Surreal?" You finish his sentence, reaching for the backpack below your feet; filled with you and Choso's post-heist disguises. Today's theme was a filthy rich, daddy's money couple, coming up with the style choice was always your favorite part.

Tossing a dress shirt, pants and neater shoes at Choso, you raised your hips from the seat, tugging on the waistband of your cargos as you shimmied them down your legs.

"Tell me, where you wanna stay for tonight? We've got all the money in the world." That was an overstatement, but you knew what he meant. Choso was quick in switching to his dress shirt, rolling up its sleeves up to his elbows, just enough to expose his perfectly veined forearms. His grip on the wheel tightens as he pulls away from the scene.

Struggling from the crammed space, but getting there in the end— you slid on a black strappy dress, followed with fashionable noir stockings; all while thinking of where would tonight's destination be. "Mmm, overnight at Bellagio?" You responded, fastening the ankle strap on your heels.

Choso's hand rests in place on your thigh, gripping at the soft flesh through the nylon. He remains focused on the road in front of him, but still somewhat alert for anyone who could potentially be trailing behind you guys.

After a short duration of flickering back and forth within the rear view mirror, he responds affirmatively. "Anything for my girl," Choso authentically smiles, sneaking in a quick glance at the side of your face.

Occupied, lining your lips in the passenger's mirror, you pucker; clicking the liners cap back on. "Baby, should I throw on that Mia Wallace wig too?"

What felt like ages, you both made it to Bellagio in the end. Hand in hand, you walked into the sumptuous lobby; Choso carrying the responsibility of handling the two duffel bags. And no, you didn't wear the wig.

"Baby, y'know how this place is reaalllly popular?" Your eyes peer up to his temples, Choso focused on locating the reception desk from how big this place was. "..What if they don't let us in?"

He scoffed, stopping in his steps, fully turning his body in your direction. "Don't worry, I'll make them if they won't." That meant two things. Either someone will lose their job today, or he'll shoot this place up. I'd rather option a.

For a place as luxurious as this, it was humorous to see only one receptionist behind such a massive, tall desk. The place was busy, which allowed the perfect environment to blend in with in case of an emergency.

Upon approaching the desk, the lone woman greets you in a chirpy voice. "Welcome to Bellagio! How can I be of service?" Pretending to type away at the keyboard, she looks up, crossing her arms on the surface.

Before you could speak, Choso gestured that he could handle this interaction with a quick look of assurance. Though you remained linked to his arm, manicured nails gently scratching at his skin; something you tend to do that he finds comforting.

"Could we book out the finest room you have?" He politely asks, thankfully with no threat in the tone of his voice. Though the receptionist's expression didn't look as promising. You took occasional peeps at his face, mesmerized by his looks; my, did you love his hair down.

"..That would be the Presidential Suite, but unfortunately prior booking is needed for that. I'll have to put you in the-"

He discreetly slides three, hundred dollar bills, the woman’s eyes locking onto the bribe; mouth hanging open and speechless. Who wouldn’t accept that?

Choso doesn't say anything else, but she gives in; looking around for anyone else near her before taking the cash. "..I'll need names, identification and duration of stay.."

You beamed a smile before reaching into your purse for the fake passports, probably the 25th one you've made during your career.

Handing the passports over, Choso stated that you'd be staying for two nights, under the names 'Liam Kennedy', and 'Anna Wong'. Names not too shabby, if you ask. Fine, maybe they were inspired by the all-time game you both loved.

The receptionist stands, sublimely gesturing to the direction of the elevator, which was situated at the far side of the lobby. "If you proceed to the lift, your room is on floor 36. The concierge may take your bagga-"

"No need, I'm carrying light." He smiles, lifting up the duffels with minimal strength before turning the two of you around. Picking up the pace, you hurried to the elevator, your heels clacking against the marble floors.

Butterflies danced around the chamber of your stomach, Choso gently pressing on your lower back as he guides you into the elevator. You couldn't stop smiling, while your lover on the other hand remained calm.

You faced the doors, watching as they close, Choso stepping forward to press on the 36th button high up the panel. "What's with all the cheesing?" He also happens to grin as a result of you, returning to his original position on your left.

"Hmm.. nothing," Biting down on your lower lip, both hands swayed your purse side to side as you watched the numbers on the monitor increase.

Choso snorts air out through his nostrils, simply not buying your answer. "..Right.." Analyzing your frame from top to bottom, he rapidly darts his eyes away; thoughts of your heeled, stocking covered legs hoisted atop his shoulders. "What're you thinking of doing when we get to our room?"

"I don't know, sleep?"

"..Mhm.." He nods slowly, deciding to accept your answer.

Ding!

"..Well, we're here," You blurted out, your sole, proper input for the duration of the ride.

Stepping out of the elevator, Choso's hands remained glued on your lower back as he reaches for the keycard in his pocket. You've noticed that your room was the only one on this entire floor. No wonder you'd need such an early booking for a room like this.

"Excited to see?" He jests, hovering the key card over the lock. You nod frantically, Choso finally unlocking the double doors; and fuck, was the room absolutely enormous, and extravagant.

It could pass as a complete apartment downtown— it literally had everything you needed. Even things you didn't think you needed.

Scurrying into the room, you pulled away from Choso’s forearm, attempting to take in your surroundings; mouth gawped in amazement at the king sized bed before you, facing a few floor-to-ceiling windows that had a perfect view of the strip.

It felt like a dream, and so you belly flopped onto the bed, arms and legs spread out wide; allowing yourself to stretch your limbs. Letting out a mewl of satisfaction, a sigh of relief passes your lips at the same time. Purse falling onto the carpeted ground, you daze at the ceiling, the freshly laundered smell of the 600 thread count sheets pleasant to your nose.

Hearing the main door automatically lock, Choso’s quiet patters entered the room after you. "I'll assume you're happy with the room?" He kicks off his shoes to give his feet a rest— paranoid, he glides a finger along the edges of tables and dressers for any planted bugs.

Finding nothing, he calms his nerves a bit— walking over to your sprawled out frame on the bed soon after.

You giggle, "More than happy. I'm over the moon." Choso all touchy with you all over again; he drags you closer to the edge of the bed, the man anchoring himself between your legs— an irritated yelp coming from you.

"..Choso.." Watching his every move, you softly pressed the flat of your heel on his chest, the man carefully caressing just under your calf; dangerously moving towards your inner thigh.

"What're we even gonna do with all this money?" You say, tilting your head back as you gain an upside down view of the duffel bags behind.

He places a kiss on your ankle, before lightly pressing his weight on you; reaching for the duffels bulking with cash. Choso rummages inside of the bag, "Dunno, maybe a holiday in Marbella?"

You roll your eyes, brows suddenly furrowing as you hear the familiar sound of a gun reloading just out of your vision. With the help of your elbows, you prop yourself up on the bed; uncontrollably dragging your heel down his body. "What the fuck, you brought that in with you? Thought you left that in the car?”

Properly sitting up, you rest, kneeled; Choso unphased by your reaction. "Yeah," he says, ever so nonchalantly and shrugging. "Never know what could happen."

He presses the metal tip of the glock on your clothed breasts, so gentle but firm at the same time. Your eyes trail down to your chest, Choso's voice catching you by surprise. "Come on, empty the duffels out on the bed. Let's see how much we've earned today."

Sighing, you crawled around on the bed on your hands and knees; grabbing one of the two bags to completely unzip it, absolutely bent over in front of your lover. The same metal barrel, now pressing against the curve of your ass. Taking a look behind your shoulder, you shoot him a death stare, Choso grinning at your reaction.

"What?"

"Stop that, or I'm throwing these bags out the window." Words laced with faux venom, it took all the muscles in you to refrain your lips from curling into a smile; Choso slowly moving the barrel further down.

It’s muzzle harmlessly pressing against your clothed hole— the fabric of your dress and underwear so thin. If it wasn't for the dress..

"You wouldn't dare." He teases, watching as you emptied out the contents of the bag; dollar bills flickering everywhere you could possibly imagine. Scooping a small pile into your hands, you push them up into the air; several bills fluttering around, decorating the bed and floors.

"..Seems like enough to me!" You exclaimed, feeling your body weight shift and sink down into the mattress; flat on your stomach. Choso falling forward, sandwiching you from behind.

Tittering, you claw for a handful of cash; legs squirming as you unmistakably feel his hard bulge stamped just below your ass. Turning your head 180°, your eyes bore into his; unimpressed.

"Well, looks like a grillion if you're on the bed too." He jokes and shrugs, holding your chin to turn your face towards him. Leaning in for another, more passionate kiss; wet lips latching onto each other effortlessly— almost as if you were made for each other.

A whine teases out of you, Choso moving his hand up that held the gun; stilling it's muzzle against your temple. His mouth moves just beside the shell of your ear, voice quietly whispering. "Let's lose the dress, hmm?" He purrs, free hand positioning on your throat as he feebly caresses the fragile skin with the use of his thumb.

You nod like a madman, Choso peppering kisses from your jaw to your shoulder blades; he let's go of the gun for the time being, placing it by your side. Now having two unoccupied hands, he tugs on the straps of your dress— ever so slowly bringing them down your arms. You, on the other hand helping him do so by lifting your hands up high.

Goosebumps form all over as his fingertips graze against your skin; hands now eagerly attempting to drag your entire dress off your body, Choso easily folding at the sight of your bare back. A strap catching onto your pointy heel, he was quick enough to solve the matter, hurling the garment to the corner of the room.

Lying on the sea of dinero, your nipples harden as being met with the mild air; Choso feeling down your body, kneading your ass like dough but partially annoyed by the nylon.

He stays tugging on the waist-band of your stockings, surprisingly patient this time as he waits for the green light. And when you approve, a harsh wrench brought them down to your knees.

You feel a stinging slap on your left cheek; a rosy imprint of his hand left behind. Feet jolting up in shock, forehead falling onto your arm as your breathing transitioned into something more labored.

"..Take your clothes off too," You murmured into your arm; but unfortunately he couldn't hear your request due to how faint the sound of your voice was.

"..Huh?" Choso repeating himself after no quick answer from you, "Baby, what'd you say?" A sudden yank at the ends of your strands has you hauling your stomach off the bed. Your back leaning against his firm chest; his hands make their way underneath your chin for the second time, the familiar, cold barrel focused on your same temple. "I can't hear you.."

Panicked, your hands desperately find something to hold on to, accidentally going for his crotch, he grunts; grip on your chin becoming more intense.

"I said.. take your clothes off t-too." You squeal, trying to get a look at him with the corner of your eye, your boyfriend looked satisfied, which unfortunately you weren't able to see for yourself. "It can't just be me who's fucking naked,"

Cackling, he reaches between you both to press against the middle of your back with the flat of his palm; pushing you forward onto the mattress, your body lightly bouncing as you put your hands out for support.

The bed shifts underneath you, Choso marching around with the gun still glued in his hand— the man physically leaving your side. You observe him like a hawk as he crawls onto the bed, parting both legs to have you in his sight. He could’ve sworn that a moan almost slipped past his lips— due the fact that he now had a perfect view of your front.

Choso pats on his lap, "Come to me baby," And like a spell, you shamelessly scramble nearer to his crotch, the piles of cash shuffling underneath your knees. "So obedient, aren't you?"

He smiles, proud; squeezing a boob of yours, twisting and pinching at the correlating nipple. You whimper, and Choso grabs a hold of your wrist; placing your hand flat onto his crotch, carefully guiding you to feel him up. "Go on," his voice low, "..It's all yours,”

Attempting to cover up his arousal, Choso shifts his hips around; that move of his that had you pooling each time. He sees you waste no time in going for his buckle— undoing it with one fast motion, you were aching to have him in any sort.

So impatient, you yearned for his touch, holding yourself back from pouncing on him this instant.

You feel yet another firm grip on your wrist, “Slowly baby..” Choso quietly speaks, tone soft, taking note of your pent-up behaviour. “.Don't gotta rush, we have all the time in the world.”

Retracting your hand back, you rest on your heel, palms patiently waiting on your lap— Choso pulls down his own pants, deliberately relaxed; he tries not to laugh at you in front of him, who was bound to lose her mind any minute.

Meanwhile, you swiftly undo your heels ankle straps, taking occasional glares at Choso who seemed to be ready before you— he waits in silence, palming himself through his briefs.

His dress shirt was unbuttoned completely, but left on, though his chest and perfectly sculpted, gifted abs still peeked through. Wincing, you struggle to get the last heel off; it’s strap coincidentally being temperamental.

Shortly after a second attempt, it finally fucks off— the man amused at how agitated you were, almost smashing the window with your shoes in the midst of flinging them off the bed. And the stockings— you almost forgot, what an absolute nuisance. Of course they peeled off way quicker than intended.

With a sharp breath, you turn back around to him, Choso still leisurely rubbing his length through the straining fabric— his trousers only halfway down his thighs.

As your fingers snapped against the thin fabric of your thong, itching to slip them off— he stops you, “..Ah-, leave those on.”

Confused, you didn’t know what to say; while Choso thinks nothing of it. Instead, he drags his own briefs down by the waist band, hard cock springing free and slapping against his abdomen.

“Get closer,” He commands, a calloused hand meeting your hip as you close the distance between the two of you. Straddling his lap, you mentally curse at your underwear acting as a barrier, prohibiting you from being able to feel his bare cock.

“..I wanna ride you- please,” Sentence finishing in a voice crack, you genuinely beg; Choso placing, this time, both hands comfortably on either side of your waist— his thumbs caressing your velvety skin.

“—That what you want?” He looks up at you above him, fighting the urge to fondle with your breasts for the millionth time.

A tiny peep is what you could only make out, followed by a weakly bob of your head. "Yes.. please.."

"Up," Lightly tapping his fingertips behind, you raise your hips; Choso using a finger to wedge your thong to the side— index holding onto the garment, he cheekily glides his middle finger through your folds, lips quivering as he brushes against your bundle of nerves.

With his other pointer and thumb, Choso guides his cock, aligning it with your leaking hole— tip teasing just against the opening. "I'm gonna put it in, a'ight doll?" He was absolutely doing your head in, and you knew better than to be impatient, and force it in yourself.

At his own strength, he sinks you down onto his girthy cock; your walls wrapping around every inch. Both groan, Choso's fingertips digging into your hips— the back of his head resting against the pillow.

"Fuck- ride that dick baby," Choso manages to grunt out, lifting his head to have you in his view again. Riding him like a cowgirl on a horse, his hands join in rhythm with your movements— your tits bouncing in his face.

Bothered by the chafing of your thong as you roll your hips back and forth, you whimper; holding onto his thigh behind for support.

Moans coming out in short breaths, Choso reacts the same; balls throbbing at the sight of his cock disappearing in and out of you completely. Admiring your figure, his curious hands roam all over the surface of your body, taking you all in for himself.

"That all you got?" He jeers, noticing how you struggle to move on your own— you hated riding, but sometimes; duty calls.

"It's tiring, Choso," Complaining, your movements come to a halt in protest; your boyfriend breaking into laughter. "..Maybe you be in my shoes for once."

"Get the fuck off," A slap on your ass and his cock slides out of you, Choso effortlessly flipping you back onto your stomach. Raising you on your hands and knees again, he grabs onto your hips; pressing down on your spine to shape you into a more, defined arch.

And that gun— that damned, glock; rests on your lower back, secured in his hold. All while Choso carries out the exact routine of shifting the string of your thong to the side. Why wouldn't he just rip them off?

An orb of warm spit falls onto your asshole, trickling down past your cunt; he rubs the natural lubricant in, his aching red tip teasing both folds and stimulated bud.

Satisfied enough with all the foreplay, his cock pushes in, and still, you weren't used to the size. "..Oh, my-" You groan into your arm, Choso keen with gratification, no delay in fucking in and out of you.

He reaches for something on your side, what seems to be a handful of hundreds; rustling emits from behind he clips it between the waistband of your thong, the bucking of his hips gradually increasing in speed.

"Damn, 'ts like you're my lil stripper, huh? Sexy fuck doll who likes to be treated like a slut?" Vocal chords shaking with each staggered thrust, a sinister smile plasters onto his face— impressed at your walls clenching around him because of his filthy words.

The heavy metal barrel rests on your spine as he ruts into you, Choso relentlessly grunting, your ass rippling against his pelvis. He had no plan in relation to stopping whatsoever. In distress, you rock your hips back towards him to feel his fat cock deeper in your gut; Choso taking note of your actions.

"If you want it harder, just say so," Your mouth ajar, he starts to fuck you into the mattress, strong hands keeping you in a fixed position; Choso places his soles down on the bed for more leeway, deepening into your gummy spots.

Pouting, your jaw clenches as he rearranges your guts; buckets of sweat glistening your foreheads, strands of hair sticking to your skin.

"C-Choso," You wail, feet kicking about from the immense pleasure, your hand snaking down between your legs to lazily rub at your clit, but he notices; of course he does.

"Look at this desperate whore," He spits out, words so filthy and degrading it could only excite you more. "Doing things I didn't even tell her to." The steel barrel digs into the back of your head, Choso mercilessly pounding into your hole— a cacophony of skin slapping and helpless moans fill the room.

You thoroughly feel every inch of him, every vein rubbing against your walls— hole about to remember the exact shape. A significant whimper slipping past your lips as he continues to rut into your sweet spot, you let out a gush of inhumane noises, so thankful that you were the single room on this floor.

"You like that?" A harsh spank on your ass, and his hot breath tickles against your ear, his voice sultry, and low; also intimate and quiet.

"I do- I do," Blabbering the same words over and over, he rests the metal under your chin, your head holding up at your own will, mouth gaped as a result of nothing else coming out.

"So pretty, taking me whole like a good slut," His movements slow, but still passionate and deep; he whispers, "Tell me- tell me where you want my cum," Your head resting against his shoulder as he trails kisses behind your ear between words.

"Inside," You sob, warm tears staining your face as you string together the simplest words, just to pass on the message. "Inside, I want it inside my mouth,"

Even though you wanted him to breed you badly, you couldn't risk bearing a child with such an insane criminal record. This wasn't the perfect time to do so.

Choso tuts, sliding his cock out of your hole; a cry forcing out of you from the emptiness, but he turns you over on your back, hushing your pleas. "Not so fast, I wanna see your pretty face when you cum all over this cock,"

Thumb swiping on your cheek bone, Choso traps you underneath him, large hands flat on either side of your head, in which he finally lets the glock go.

Instead, he weaves his fingers within yours, the other hand pushing his length back into you, your back arching against the mattress, brows furrowing; same with Choso's.

Eyes rolling into the back of your head, Choso impossibly leans in closer, cock drilling into you, providing with cervix bullying thrusts as he held your frame in his embrace, gently caressing your hair; mind in the clouds as he fucked the shit out of you.

"You gotta cum?" He urges, and an approving cry chokes out of you, Choso whispering sweet nothings, sucking on your skin to decorate your neck and collarbone like a canvas. He latches onto your nipple, moaning and eyes squeezing shut as he sucks to his heart's content.

Upon pulling away, the cold air clashes with the warmth of his breath that he left behind— leaving your nipples to stay erect and swollen.

"Let it all out doll, come on," He coos, your hands intertwined more intensely as you shot your eyes wide open, wanting to see him in your vision before your impending orgasm washes over you.

Your free hand tapping on his bicep, you bring him closer for a wet kiss, intense high fucking your mind up as your walls convulsed around his length, Choso whimpering into the kiss at the feeling- whimpers that you hungrily swallow.

His hips imprudently slam into you harder for the last few thrusts, resulting in excess juices uncontrollably joining your release, making a mess all over the duvet and his dark grey pants, and shit- the money.

He peels your legs off his torso, massaging the plump on your thigh with a quick motion. Cock slipping out of your hole— cock covered with your slick.

A hand jerking it all the way down to his shaft as he grabs you by the scalp, guiding his tip towards your lips. "Ahh.." Gently slapping it along the plush flesh, he commands you to open wide; and you obey, tongue stuck out.

But Choso catches you by surprise— fully pushing his cock down into your mouth, tip bullying the back of your throat as he whines, "Just like that baby, good girl, breathe.."

Bottoming into your cock-sleeve of a mouth, hairs tickled your nose as several ropes of warm cum shoots down the back; eyes shutting you hummed- vaccuuming in a generous amount of air through your nostrils.

His mouth flies open, frozen in spot as he twitches; hands trembling as he tries to keep your head in his grasp. "T-taking my cock so well, aren't you?" So whipped for you and your pussy, your warm throat made him snap- if he could, he'd stay like this forever.

You gag around his cock, several more tears welling in your eyes, your hands clinging onto his waist as he face-fucks you, Choso panting like a dog just above.

Elated, he slips out of your mouth; beads of white dripping down your chin. He throbs at your cock-drunk daze, trying to beat down the desire of using you like a complete whore.

He knew the two of you were exhausted after todays rendezvous, and whatever the fuck that just was.

Using his tip to smear the residue all over your face, he leans in to give you a fucked up kiss on your cum covered lips, a string of a blend of whatever substance connecting the two of you.

Leaves you to wonder, is that what happens to ‘string’ you both together in this life of deviancy?

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[luvwestwood masterlist]

[grazer-razor]

all i did was want to see fanart of the funny infohazardous SCP and THE FIRST THING I SEE IS PR0N BY A "HONEST81".

oh hey, there you are, SCP-2521. don't you agree that people on the internet need to literally take a fricking chill pill?

uh... what's that heart on your face for? i swear, if you're gonna take me to your self-praising shrine where you put all the people and documents that speak information about you, i'll tell chuck norris about this.

good, he left...

[hcannonfodder]

It is absolutely bonkers how we are seeing the loss of recipes when it comes to things like concert etiquette and etiquette when it comes to interacting with fan made media (fanfic/fanart etc etc).

Like with concerts:

-Sitting down for the whole show

-Then standing/only interacting when the single song that you know is being played

- & then immediately leaving after????

Like in most recent news (to my understanding) a guy purposely chucked his phone at an artist while they were performing because he thought it would be funny???? Shawty had to get stitches- if he had fucked around a lil bit too hard, he could have given her a concussion or really mess her face or worse and would have been in even more trouble.

And in terms of fan media:

- Purposely hounding and harassing the artist because the piece doesn’t vibes with your personal aesthetic/hc?

- Blatantly telling the writer of a fic that you hate the way they wrote it?? (You’re not gonna like every fic that’s written and that���s fine- hell if the spirit moves you, write your own take on the same premise)

- entering fics in AI writing programs to “finish” them despite the fact that the author is /ACTIVELY/ working on it because you can’t wait for an update ???? (Like the anticipation is the best part!!)

Like I’m not tryna be preachy or whatever but as both a consumer and curator,if this goes on for long we’re not gonna have a good time.

But whatever do what you want I guess

[mekatrio]

teehee 🤭

like vg fans of any franchise have always been insufferable but zelda fans are unique in their stubborn and long-standing belief of a 'canon timeline' that the developers has disregarded over and over again, and yet they still rever it, making themselves unpleasable and inaccessible to both developers and newer fans who dont know what tf these old fans are talking about. like its insane how when u open up almost any page on the zelda wiki u get smacked in the face with a massive header denoting whether any of this information is [CANON] or [NON-CANON] or [AMBIGUOUSLY CANON]. like wtf? cuz this is all shit that fans made up, the zelda community has just arbitrarily decided what is or isnt canon, what does or doesnt matter 'in the grand scheme of things'. nevermind the fact that developers have stated again and again that they dont give a shit abt an overarching narrative. like theyve been throwing shit at the wall all the way back w twilight princess messing up the oot -> zelda i -> zelda ii chronology, like they never gave a fuckkkkk. and nintendo only pretended to care with hyrule historia bc this franchise was heading down the gutter with the failure of the wiiu, aided by the fact that the DS zelda titles were utter flops bc surprise surprise, not giving a shit abt accessibility while also installing a rigid anti-piracy during the DS's golden age of piracy ended up biting you in the ass (ST and PH being some of the lowest selling zelda titles despite debuting on nintendo's best selling console lmao!) but yes they only pretended to Seriously Care abt the timeline bc they needed the cash, hyrule historia was just a skyward sword artbook in the end AND ALSO THEY STATE THEMSELVES NOT TO TAKE THEIR INTEPRETATION AT FACE VALUE, SMTH FANS LOVEEE TO IGNORE, and ultimately nintendo showed how little they cared abt this timeline they put out by chucking it out entirely when they made botw. lol!

but still fans cling to this false idea of a timeline and an overarching narrative viciously bc if theres something that zelda fans love to do, its believing in shit that isnt fucking there! all while ignoring whats actually there! like how when botw put out an insanely misogynistic, racist, and transphobic segment where you have to sneak into gerudo town, fans fucking lauded it as a win for 'queer' representation! or how fans love to constantly cling to that old as hell aonuma quote abt how oot link was 'intended to be neither male or female' to go on and on abt how link is non-binary representation, when in actuality oot link was based off leonardo di caprio and also, throughout 35+ years of existence, link has never had any sort of character customization in the slightest! link isnt non-binary, youre just a westerner who doesnt understand what bishounens are! constantly applauding the zelda team and nintendo for shit that doesnt exist while completely ignoring the bigotry that does exist, like how zelda fans entirely ignored anyone who pointed out how fucking weird it is that riju, A CHILD, is dressed up in such revealing clothes, while they draw a million fanarts of 'rehydrated ganon' and why? because he's brown and foreign! nevermind that hes literally rotting skin and bones, just the idea of a brown muscular man is enough for you to lose any shame! and ignoring any fans who have said tetra's random whitewashing is weird and racist, or any fans who say the botw male gerudo armor is fucking orientalist, while other fans will draw ganondorf or demise like fucking racist animal-like caricatures. also ignoring the fact that oot's fire temple theme used to have an actual muslim chant in it! zelda fans who will spend days and nights poring over non-existent story implications will ignore ALLLL of this, and act like it doesnt exist, and give any fans who point it out a bunch of shit! all while they continue making up a timeline and lore that doesnt exist!

so im so happy that these fans are being treated the way they deserved and all this 'lore' they rever so much is getting thrown tf away! i hope it continues getting thrown away! i hope every future zelda game is a sandbox with the shittiest dungeons, and i hope epona gets replaced by a honda civic! i hope your beloved medieval setting gets fucked over and you have seven sewer levels! i hope we never get a fishing minigame again, and i hope you keep getting 'queerbaited' like you were with sidon, over and over again like fucking charlie brown and his football! i hope you never get to play as zelda in a zelda title, you dont fucking deserve it! I HOPE ZELDA FANS ARE UNHAPPY FOREVER AND EVERRRRRR <3

I LOVE IT WHEN ZELDA FANS ARE UNHAPPY! I HOPE YOU ARE UNHAPPY FOREVERRRRR

[summerbummin]

Gajeel's about to get kicked down low gihi

Some pure gajevy art to cleanse the soul! I felt like making some art of these two cuties! Also a reminder: THEY'RE HELLA CANON!!

It is also canon that Gajeel thinks shrimp's Levy's smallness is adorable and brings it up at every possible interval. This is starting to test Levy's patience. Also I used a body ref because I cheat ;P