#dont ask me where this came from

[squiishiichaos]

So, as I'm getting back into writing for fandoms after a long time away, I've been thrown headfirst into the AFTG fandom, and--as anticipated--I had to write content for my unlikeable favorite. So, here, have a treat of Perfect Court Popstar AU while I procrastinate everything else I'm supposed to be doing today.

(TW for implied sexual content/sex work)

Riko spat the taste of flesh into the sink alongside a mouthful of saliva and disgust. He brushed at his teeth with his finger, rinsing and gurgling to get the last of the taste from his tongue. It was a moot point. The night was just beginning, and there was no way the many influential people here learned to keep their hands to themselves overnight. But this was the price he paid to be relevant–one he would keep paying to earn the big hookups he needed to craft his Perfect group without any say from anyone–not his uncle, not his company, no one.

He touched the fold of bills fresh in his pocket just as the door opened and a fresh body stepped over the threshold. Kevin knew better than to spare him pity at an event like this. It was status quo for the best of the best to be tossed around the richest hands, offered up like tribute by agencies desperate for donors and wealthy sponsors. Someone would eventually spot Kevin's pretty green eyes and see how fast they could make his long legs bend. Riko had always been better at offering up sweet kisses and alternatives where it mattered, but Kevin needed his mouth full to stop whatever diva words awaited the first person to dare call one of the latest up and coming stars good.

At least his attitude was refreshing. Riko wanted the world to know they were the best. The King and Queen and whatever army they allied. And once he had a full militia beneath his guard, these petty nuisances would no longer be their problem to put up with.

"You good?" Kevin asked, jerking his thumb back at the open doorway behind him. "The Master is looking for you."

Riko couldn't stop his groan. "Again?" Kevin shrugged his indifference and knocked a knuckle against the door. Riko said, "I'll be out when I am out."

Kevin nodded his agreeance, then pulled a card from his pocket. Riko took it and glanced at the name plastered on it. "Moreau?"

"Rapper," Kevin explained, "French."

Riko spared him a withering glance. "We perform in Japanese and English."

"He will learn," Kevin told him with conviction. "His flow is finite and his emotion is strong. He'll match our voices well."

"Can he move?"

"He will," Kevin said, then turned and backed from the room, leaving Riko to prepare himself for more press and more coverage.

The life of a celebrity truly was a bitch.

[yellows-secret-blog]

High School Musical 2 AU where John is like "Im a outer god (basketball player), I can't be human (theater kid)" and Arthur's just "You never know if you never try"

(I don't dance starts playing)

[bl-inkstone]

traveler, wait! it's dangerous to go alone, so have some zhongli thoughts for company!

i think life with zhongli as your significant other would be best described as the love behind every little action and gesture the two of you make. even with all the years you've spent at each other's side (either married or just simply together), the romance never dies. but it shifts and goes through changes, like stone giving way to the gentle embrace of time.

one such example is when the love shared between you calms into something that can blend in with the walls of your home. it matches the color of your curtains, the painted flowers on cups left on your tea table, the clothbound books and scrolls tucked away into the red cedar scroll shelf you had diligently sought after and haggled for when your lover had mentioned it once in passing. it's in the crinkle of your eyes in the morning when you sit at your table together and eat. it's in the shape of his smile when he returns from his work in the funeral parlor to you and the home you've made together.

when you grind ink for him while he works beside you, or comb and tie his hair for him in the morning when sleep still clings to the edges of his eyes. when he combs and washes your hair for you in soothing baths, or leans down to massage the stress of the day away from your tense shoulders when you come back home to him.

acts of service that don't really feel like acts of service — not to zhongli or you. gestures of devotion seem like a more apt term, now, when love is so ingrained in your lives that the word can no longer be used to describe it. you've turned the word from noun to adjective, from adjective to action. love is such a small word for such a boundless concept, but you manage to fit it in every word, every action, and every day leaves zhongli helpless and wondering in the dead of night of what to do with all the love he holds in his hands, specially made just for you.

it's a song and dance he can never quite stray from. even when his heart calms in the daytime and he can look at you with all the assuredness of a lover that loves and knows he is loved in return, all five thousand years of wisdom leaves him when night comes and you're asleep in his arms. he has loved plenty in his long lifetime. friends, family, even past lovers that he can only maybe recall when he can recognize a quirk or quality present in you. but it's in your presence that zhongli remembers that even an archon can become just a man weak to the war between heart and mind. what good is five thousand years of wisdom when it can't tell him what to do with all the love he has for you? how can he show it without scaring you away? you know who he is and you've said time and time before that it doesn't scare you, that you love him no matter what form or identity he takes but what if —

you shift in your sleep and all thoughts cease as he swiftly readjusts his hold as to not disturb you any further. in the dark of your room, zhongli counts each breath and beat of your heart and wills his own to match the tempo of yours. in the morning, he'll reprimand himself for entertaining such foolish thoughts while you hum and converse in front of your shared vanity. he'll share these thoughts with you as he always has, and you'll put down your comb and grace his face with crystalfly kisses as you always have in return. your routine shifts to make room for assurance during the times when he needs it, and the same goes for him when you speak your own fears and doubts as well.

it's part of the comfort of your life together, as strange as it may sound, that you live with all the joys and lows your love brings. sometimes, he wishes he can give you more and do away with all his mortal doubts completely, but a moment of contemplation reveals that it is exactly these doubts that make the softer aspects your lives shine all the more brighter. is this why you allow yourself to feel all your emotions, rather than push back and try to reason them away? is this why you've always placed so much importance in letting him know that should he ever need it, your shoulder is his to lean on? zhongli understands the rationale behind it and has given similar advice to mortals he's met before, of course, but it seems that even he is not immune to the irrationality of the heart. there is much wisdom to still be learned, he concedes. five thousand years is no match for an emotion that has existed since the dawn of teyvat, after all.

time doesn't completely erase all the insecurities of a man who has loved and lost so many in his long lifetime, but zhongli finds that he doesn't entirely mind. come trials and tribulations, he'll stand firm and weather it so long as he can keep holding your hand through it all.

[phoenix--flying]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Luke Castellan & Lee Fletcher Characters: Luke Castellan, Lee Fletcher Additional Tags: Underage Drinking, Luke Castellan is a Good Brother, Good Luke Castellan, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Lee Fletcher is not okay, set between the lightning thief and the sea of monsters, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, lee is js a boy in this world, (hes so very much not okay), Platonic Relationships, They are brothers to me, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Self-Indulgent, So very very self-indulgent, i just needed to spread my lee and luke brothers agenda Series: Part 7 of we rise when the gods fall Summary:

“What are you right now?”

“A demigod.”

“Well, you’re completely useless.”

OR

luke often takes it upon himself to take care of lee when he has a shitty night

[minhosimthings]

"Oh really?" With a head tilt, lip bite, cocky smirk, whilst trapping me against the wall MF I AM GONEEEE

[talkingbarofsoap]

You go down just like Buddy Holly,

Mary Tyler

Mary Tyler Moore

[hunnicute]

based on that one tiktok

[psychiatricwarfare]

guy who kills himself after hearing the prophecy that his son will murder him so that there's no conceivable way the prophecy gets fulfilled since he's already fucking dead

[ashirisu]

been watching the x-men cartoon

[choccy-milky]

clora with @lamieboo's dahlia💛🩵 i had to draw them together as soon as i saw dahlia was yellow and blue, bc their colour schemes are kinda the same, just inverted (and u all know how i love my opposites LMAO)

[therealsquiddo]

just wanna say that you are a huge inspiration for me in both art and content creation<3 also what are your boundaries in fanart? Ive seen a lot of different things, ranging from "squiddo doesnt want fanart" to "they accept everything" :P

First of all... Thankyou :D

Secondly, I love fanart! I feature fanart in almost all of my videos at the end. You guys are incredibly talented and I love your fanworks so much that I want to show them off to everybody. That being said here are my boundaries...

I'm okay with people shipping me, it just sort of makes me laugh. But please don't go out of your way to send me any ship works featuring me, I just don't think that I should be seeing it. When it comes to NSFW I don't want people to draw that but I know that absolutely nothing I say will be able to stop it, so please don't feel the need to say "Look what this person drew!!" I know it's inevitably going to exist.. I don't want to acknowledge it... Annnddd lastly gore I've never seen it but I'm probably okay with it? I dunno. I won't put it in a video though.

Yeah that's it, everything else should be fine :)

[luck-of-the-drawings]

"I think this is the most inhuman; and human, that I've ever felt.." MUCH CAN HAPPEN IN A YEAR. IN FIVE YEARS. A DECADE. imagine how much can happen in a century. just ONE (1). How will you grow? what phases do you find? even in 5 years, you will find patterns.

[hows-my-handwriting]

more hobie jumpscare

(whumptober day 3 but its the aftermath) i just like his squishy hair.

im gonna seriously try to commit to whumptober cuz wow the amount of angst i can cram into this motherfucker is incredible

the issue is actually drawing it cuz i suck at drawing

bonus beans. @capitalblue threw beans at me.

[fairytailuv4life]

The outfits 😍

[nanamimizz]

𝐓𝐇𝚬 𝚩𝚬𝐒𝐓 𝚶𝐅 𝐘𝚶𝐔, 𝐓𝐇𝚬 𝐑𝚬𝐒𝐓 𝚶𝐅 𝐘𝚶𝐔

tags:18+ minors dni, afab reader, vouyerism, dubcon, hinted mxm, doggystyle, m!masturbation, dacryphilia, hinted threesome, overstimulation - let me know if i missed something // @cordyce @sukunasstarlight this. this is what the devious aizawa fic was

synopsis:when indulged with a dirty little secret, you’d do anything to make your husband and your friend happy right?

In all the years you’ve been with Shouta you have never once seen him like this - kissing and nipping at your stuttering lips with a hunger you only caught whenyou two of you eloped right on the night of his graduation from U.A. Back then, with his shorter hair, Shouta had you on your back panting into your mouth as he muttered confessions of love meant only for you to hear. Now it seems history will repeat itself as he takes you from behind - the gold band around his ring finger glittering in the darkness of your shared room as it clutches over your own fist that crumples the sheets you washed that morning. Your bottoms - his old sweats from his third year sling low on your hips- are ripped off and abandoned along with the underwear you know he pocketed when you weren’t looking. He’s already pried one orgasm from you, your cunt is slick and soft from the pleasure that melted away your mind until all that’s left in your bones is your thought of him - and of the guest in the room next to yours.

It is not often that friends from both of your circles come to your Shouta's abode but when Hizashi called about not being able to make it to his own apartment neither you nor Shouta hesitate to open your door for the blonde. You’ve known Hizashi for as long as you’ve known your husband, which feels like a lifetime, so greet him with a bright smile and offer him some leftovers for dinner. 

You’re too busy smiling and talking about small, polite things that you don’t notice how he sputters and blushes each time you grace him with a smile from over your shoulder as you serve him. Too busy laughing at his retelling about an incident at his radio show you don’t notice how Shouta reclines against the walls of the kitchen with something burning in the coal of his eyes as Hizashi tries his best to keep making you laugh.

Hizashi has always thought of you to be the most beautiful when you are laughing, ever since your days at U.A.

Despite his best attempts to make you forget everything else - his fingers wet from your slick and his jaw sore from tongue fucking your cunt you still weakly try to tell him to be quiet. You are the prettiest when on his bed, surrounded by sheets that smell of him and you - heated by the hot lust in your veins that he is the cause of. Shouta keeps one rough hand over yours, a sweet gesture when plans to do terrible, dirty things to you as you tremble into the bed you two have christened in your love more than enough times.

“Shouta, please he’s going to hear us-” Whatever you are to say next dies upon your lips and all you can taste is hedonistic lust that weighs heavy on your tongue.

“Let him.” Your brain freezes at the same time as the head of his heavy cock pushes into the folds of your slick cunt and you double over from the fire that surges into the marrow of your bones. You're quiet and trembling - “what?” makes him groan as he heaves himself over you, his form dwarfing yours completely as the head of his cock is welcomed by the silk heat of your cunt, from the tip that drips with hot webs of pre to the base. His reward is the hitch in your breath, the trembling gasp you let out, and the soft crystals of tears that bead in your waterline.

“I said - Let him, let him hear how sweet you sound in bed,” Shouta mumbles into the feathered waves of your hair, his stumble rubbing against your neck. You shudder under him, from how his breath follows the same path down your neck as the bites he left and from how he slowly rocks into you. Shouta is thick, stirring your insides to the point you feel him in your chest with each thrust he gives you. It’s too much, the way he fucks you, the dirty secret he just gave you the insight to, and how if you focused enough you could hear other, softer trembling gasps from the room next door.

And, the all too familiar wet shucks of a cock being tugged that seem to echo in your mind more than the wet smacks of skin that fill the room you are in.

“Hizashi always thought you were pretty - ever since our first years. Always wanted you but you ended up mine instead.”Shouta pauses to press a kiss to a notable bruise upon your beck he left. Dark eyes that are trained to catch anything in the dark can see the trail he left up your body as clear as day. On the swell of your breasts, the delicate line of your collarbone, and up to where your neck bleeds into your shoulder he has mapped you like one would the wilderness, and his mouth still sings from where your sweetness melts onto his tongue.

Shouta may be a man of virtue and rationality, but even he needs to indulge in the sweetness of all different kinds.

“Shouta- “you begin to moan the way you do when he makes love to you but that isn’t what he wants right now. Your breath feels like it’s been sucked out of you when he takes his cock out of you, making sure to drag out your walls in a way that makes it press against each little spot inside your cunt that makes you cry and gush for him.

“No, you don’t say my name right now - you say his. We go at his pace and you cum when he cums.”  His hand that is clamped around yours has not left its place, squeezing the limb with a softness that betrays the almost cruel cat-and-mouse game he is playing with you. It reassures you, gives you the care you need to balance the harshness of his words and you repay him with a soft nod, swallowing around the lump in your throat that has appeared since he took away your pleasure with one swipe of his hips.

“Say it - you know what it is we want to hear.” Your lips tremble as the words are formed with your watery and thin voice. The syllables are familiar yet not, hot with a desperation that no walls no matter how thick could be blocked. You realize that the blonde could have heard it all from the moment you entered the room - Shouta had pinned you to the shared wall for a reason and the deceit makes your clit twitch more than you’d like to admit to.

“Yes…Hizashi, please make me cum.” You say the words that are hot like forged iron and the room burns with something you’ve never noticed but now you want the fire - from the outside and the inside to consume you entirely. Quietly you hear your friend’s quiet - “Yeah, yeah fuck - let her have it.”

You blink and Shouta is back inside you, cock thick and long and fucking you full like he’s experiencing you for the first time again. Even if you wanted to keep quiet you couldn’t - not when they have you like this. Every cry, gasp, and pant makes them in turn give you their own desperate and lewd noises - you hear the praise Hizashi gives you each time you moan his name like it’s the gospel, like he’s the one inside of you and not your husband of almost a decade.

“Fuck, fuck fuck - Sho how are earth are you fucking her to make em’ sound like that?” You hear Hizasahi pant, breathless as if your roles were switched. You try to ignore the flutter in your cunt at the idea and Shouta from above chuckles, his voice so deep you feel the bass of it in your chest and you whine. Hiding your face into the sheets, biting the soft material, and staining the fabric with the flattering cherry chapstick you wear at home.

“Slow - and deep. That’s how she likes it. Cries really pretty if I give it to her too fast.” He says, rattling off the things he has learned about you and you whine, face hot with pleasure cradled in humiliation. Helpless by how it grows from a whine to a keen from your husband’s seeking fingers settle on the bud on your clit and rub at the slick bundle of nerves. You are soon matched by Hizashi, who finds your noises to be addictive and finds it in any way to encourage you - “Fuck, fuck pretty thing he’s giving it to you good? You love your husband’s cock huh? Bet you’re really pretty on it too.”

“You like that? You like hearing our friend hear you getting fucked?” Shouta teases and you pant out a soft and whiny little affirmation. As your eyes squeeze shut you don’t see how Shouta grins, wide and in his jack - o - lantern way that you tease him for from time to time. Now is not one of those times, as you moan back your affirmation; yes, yes you like having your mutual friend of a decade hear you getting fucked within an inch of your life by your husband in your shared home and you wished he was here too.

Tears build in the long strokes of your eyelashes and you feel it - the band weaved from every dirty, depraved thing that has occurred in your home coming to its breaking point. Moans and whines that come not from your lips but from the room next over, your husband’s cock that buries itself inside of you as if he’s trying to mold you to him and him alone. All of it is too much, culminating in that you can’t bear the weight anymore, pleasure burns like gasoline lit a blaze and your choked-out whines let the men in your home and heart know you are at your end.

“I’m cumming - ’m gonna cum, oh!” Shouta moans from atop you, his hips still going at the pace Hizashi set from the beginning and he calls over, loud enough to be heard from between your own noise.

“Should I let her Hizashi?” His question is like rope frayed and worn, Shouta knows that he won’t last, and if you were more coherent you’d see he was just as easily played with as you were.

“Yeah - fuck man if she sounds like that give her anything she wants Shouta.” Your husband laughs, low and breathy from on high; all you can do is bite down onto the sheets when he fucks you hard and fast. Just as he said, you sob and tears fall down your cheeks as he uses the strength he’s grown from his career to fuck into you until you shatter on his cock. Your cum leaks and runs down him, following the lines of his veins until it drips down to the sheets. Your spin trembles beneath him, jumping at the heat of his cum when he finishes inside of you - like raw fire in your veins that makes you relax down into the sheets.

When the clicking of the door makes your head perk up - you realize how quiet it’s gotten, the only thing that can be heard is you and Shouta’s panting. This is why when the door clicks open, your weary eyes widen and you moan, cunt fluttering weakly when you meet eyes like emeralds. Shouta presses a kiss to your head, his deep voice rumblings in your ear,

“We’re not done yet - perk up, sweetheart .”

[bacchuschucklefuck]

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