#expect more sksks

[beefy-the-stronk]

Sketch comp of the sillies (the top half are newer, the bottom half are older)

I regret to inform myself that Dan might slowly be becoming my fav 😭 I always fall for the eccentric loser characters. Also Leigh and Sam are here- I also care them dearly <3

[dailysubwaybossemmet]

Hello hello! Was scrolling through your stuff when this mental image popped up and I’m cackling as I type it but—

Emmet carries his joltiks… and then the joltiks carrying emmet like in the cat returns:

day 19

[banesberry-anomoly]

This fandom (scp) fuckin sucks dawg

Im gonna go visit (start posting more for) the TMA and HLVRAI fandoms, does anyone want anything while Im there (have any art requests)

[mad-hunts]

what flavor is your soul?

salt.

ah little kraken, bold are you. restless sailor, dauntless fighter, lower your sword, let me see your shield. ah, of course, they are but the same object. oh, wave-tossed ruffian, lend me some of your mettle, would you? you have been struck by the sharpest of spears, yet you still stand here proudly. but off your guard, elsewhere of the battlefield, you will find your spirit can parch others. your words are but weapons crafted from your soul. little lion, sheathe your claws, or the ones you love the most will suffer. you do not have to be strong all the time, love. there's nothing wrong with being soft. vulnerability is not weakness, and if it were, what's wrong with that? strength is not always your greatest tool. your heart is good. put down excalibur, and use your words. you'll find they will carry you much farther. not everything in life is a battle.

tagged by: i'm not sure who tagged me in this BC this has been in my drafts for a while but!! i think someone did, LOL

tagging: @divingdownthehole, @riddlesnap, @sillyjokes, @whampow, @darkdevour, @vulpesse, @twcfaces, and anyone else who may want to complete this!

[brutalmasks]

you know... the more that i think about it, the more that i consider the edit that i used for my pinned post a little TOO fitting for bunny mask. not to toot my own horn or anything OFC JSJSJ i'm just saying i don't think i fully appreciated the nuances behind how the idea of her being on the cover of a magazine and being sensationalized for being a quote unquote 'grand criminal' depicts perhaps one of the most concerning parts of the american justice system — and that is that, no matter what side you're on in regards to whether you believe that the ends justify the means or not with vigilantism, that people unfortunately glorify people who commit heinous acts sometimes just for the sake of entertainment.

and that isn't good for multiple reasons, but when it comes to bunny mask in particular, it is very much a grey area that is hard to read i feel like + this is because she kills for the sake of protecting others and avenging the ones who have already fallen victim to killers or just criminals in general. and although no one is perfect so this may seem obvious, there are still good people out there BUTTT there are also a lot of bad people and this means that bunny masks 'work' concerning getting rid of the sickness may never be truly 'done' which is... OOF.

yeah, IDK how to feel about that, but hey y'all! i know i haven't been active on here in a minute so i hope you all enjoy this rambling of mine as my first post in a while because i know that i enjoyed typing it out even though its not exactly light dinner conversation y'know sksks

[tojiscumdumpster]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။ toji fushiguro x his favorite customer (revision)

✧ summary toji has a little soft spot for his favorite customer that he can't get enough of.

✧ content warnings reader is a black woman who uses she/her pronouns. chubby!reader and inexperienced!reader. rich girl in her midtwenties, very needy! usage of profanity, standing missionary, oral - m!receiving, doggy style, mixture of praise and degradation kink, breeding kink, unprotected, creampie and squirting, terms of endearment ─ pretty girl, princess, baby, baby girl, etc. softdom!toji with rough, passionate, and filthy intercourse. told in first POV ─ toji's. i got reader calling toji TJ, and i think that’s so cute pls.

✧ author's note happy birthday to my baby daddy toji fushiguro! we've been going strong now for years. just a little something something to celebrate him. this fic has been in the drafts since December. talk about black people time, old sksk. also, if you already seen the original of this fic on tumblr, it's mine lol. this is just a revision, so don't go around saying i copied someone! my writing has changed so i wanted to redo this and add some adjustments. i hope y'all enjoy. support me by reblogging, liking, and commenting your thoughts. ♡ AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS AND/OR MINORS - DO NOT INTERACT.

 

 When it comes to women I fuck, I treat them the same because at the end of the day, they pay me good money to stuff their pussy with cock. 

 Don’t really care if they're married either. I usually get the old, desperate broads that aren’t getting any attention from their husbands at home, so it’s my job to make them feel good for the night. 

 I don’t do favorites. 

 I damn sure don’t give discounts. 

 And I definitely don’t get attached. But the moment I met Y/N that all changed. 

 My favorite customer. 

 Never did I expect a younger woman to pay me to get fucked, especially when she looks that good. 

 I’m almost positive she has a line filled with fuckers that’s desperately wanting to know what this tight, wet pussy feels like, yet here I am, living their fantasy. 

 I fucked Y/N once. 

 Then, twice. 

 Then, again.

 And again.

 And again…

 If I didn’t know any better, I’m fucking obsessed with her. Can’t even say it’s just for the money she’s paying me. Probably the best pussy I ever had.

 No. 

 It is. 

 So fucking warm, and she takes dick well, too. I usually give only an hour or two to my customers, but for Y/N? I reserved the whole night to relish her pussy. 

 The perfect fuck to end my day. 

 Those soft, sweet-sounding moans that slipped through her full brown and pink lips, having my previous cum shot staining them had me running wild. 

 But it seems like I’m not the only one who’s sex drunk. 

 Cock is all on Y/N’s mind right now. Whimpering and crying how big I am and thanking me for giving her dick. Tears pricks those chestnut-colored hues and I’m in fucking awe. She’s so damn pretty. 

 “You know how gorgeous you look taking cock like this? Being a good fucking slut for me, princess?” I ask, being met with a nod and her moaning in response. 

 Y/N’s pussy talks to me. Wet noises spreading throughout the room while I have my arms hooked under the fold of her knees, fucking her recklessly to push past any intrusion. 

 She’s jumping with me every thrust I make, causing her tits to bounce obnoxiously. I take one of her nipples into my mouth and suck on them like it’s my last dying breath, hearing that sweet whimper. 

 I belong in Y/N’s pussy, and she belongs to me, too, the way she’s gripping my cock and milking me. All of her cream and wetness drips between us and down my balls, and it feels fucking amazing. Every time I experience her velvet walls, I find myself becoming more animalistic, hungry and territorial over someone who should only be seen as a client. 

 But fuck, something in me says I would go batshit crazy if I ever found out she had other motherfuckers experiencing this. 

 Knowing how she looks when sweat coats her beautiful brown skin. How it feels to stretch her out and make her adjust to you. Just thinking about it makes me pound into her deeper and more aggressively. 

 “Toji, baby, yes. This feels so good,” she purrs. “Like that. Keep fucking me like that.”

 I hum. “Yeah? This is what you wanted, right? Paid me to please this good pussy?”

 By all means, Y/N isn’t a virgin, but she told me she doesn’t have much experience and I can tell by how tight she is. 

 Our sounds of pleasure resonate in the air, and I call her my good girl, praising how perfect her pussy is, to be met with her squeezing me and watery brown eyes. 

 “Toji… Toji… Yes. God, yes.”

 “Keep using your words, pretty girl. Tell me how much you love my dick in your pussy,” I ordered softly.

 “I love it so much. It’s so big, baby,” she tells me, slurring her words because of her lips still being on mine. “You’re going to make me cum.”

 I clicked my tongue, shaking my head. “Not yet. Come taste yourself.”

 Without hesitation, Y/N slides down to her knees and starts sucking my dick. I hiss at her swallowing me and the warmth of her mouth. She doesn’t take her time when sucking me off, immediately circling her head and throating me. 

 “Hot fucking mouth made to suck dick, huh, pretty girl?” I firmly grabbed her chin so she could look at me. “Eyes up, sweetheart. Open up your throat for me like a good girl.” 

 Y/N hollows her cheeks and bobs her head fervently on my dick, tightening her lips around me. 

 She sucks dick so fucking good, better than any other woman I’ve been with. And I just know I’m bound to bust quickly if she keeps doing this shit. 

 My hand finds the back of Y/N’s head to grip and I buck my hips deeper into her mouth, ensuring I hit the back of her throat everytime. I’m a fucking mad man when I begin fucking the gorgeous face, especially when she’s looking up at me with those big brown eyes. 

 A spoiled brat, prim and shy, who’s spending daddy’s money to get fucked and folded by an old bastard like me. Think I fucking developed a kink for this type because of Y/N.

 I pumped into her mouth more aggressively until she began choking and gagging on my cock. Drool and precum coating her mouth in the process. 

 Any type of control Y/N tries to take, I push past it because I want to use that pretty little mouth of hers how I want. She needs to get her money’s worth when fucking with me. 

 “Going to fuck my cum deep down that throat of yours, and you’re going to swallow it. Got that?” She nods and I softly tap the side of her face. “That’s it. Keep those lips tight around me.” 

 “Toji, pl—please,” she slurs, causing me to chuckle. 

 “Hm, look at you. Trying so hard to talk to me while sucking my dick. It’s cute.” I slow down my quick thrusts, but replace them with more fervent ones, pushing me and her head down until my cock outlines her throat. 

 My balls grow heavy and obnoxiously slaps Y/N’s chin, a clear indication I’m about to fucking cum. 

 Grunting, whining, gasping like a little bitch for air because head like this has a fucker like me sounding like a broken mess. 

 Blood rushes to my groin and I start getting sloppy, feeling my muscles tightening and ache burning between my thighs. I’m close, so fucking close to filling her mouth with my release, then I can finish fucking that fat pussy. 

 Everything about this damn woman is perfect. Her pussy. How she sucks cock. That fucking chubby and curvy body of hers. A pretty face with loaded cash.

 Yeah, she’s definitely mine after tonight. And I’m talking about anything lovey dovey. Meaning if I catch her being a slut like this to anyone else, I’d kill that fucker. 

 No hesitation. I-

 “Y/N, fuck!” I grunt while cumming in her mouth. This load is fucking heavy, but she’s trying her best to swallow every drop. 

 I groan at the sight of Y/N touching her tits and palming her pussy, knowing how much she’s turned on, too. It’s like the vibrations of her moans pulls more cum out my fucking dick.

 A mess I made on her face, but the joyful lust I see in her eyes tells me she doesn’t give a damn. 

 Good, because I’m not finished with her. 

 “All fours on the bed. Now,” I demanded. “Still gotta fill up your pussy.”

 Perfection is what I think when I see Y/N from behind, arched back, ass in the air and pussy dripping, ready for me to fuck. 

 I force an arch in her back and plunge my cock in her tight little pussy with one deep stroke. Y/N gasps in the air and I take the opportunity to pull her up by the throat and start pounding her cunt. 

 Why the fuck is she so goddamn wet? She takes cock well, bud shit, I abruptly slip out each and every thrust. 

 “Keep me inside that pussy, baby girl. Stop fucking letting go,” I gritted in her ear. She reaches behind her to hold my dick and push back into me with a tighter grip. “Hm, just like that. So fucking good to me, aren’t you?”

 “I need more dick, TJ. Fuck me harder, baby. I can take you,” she moans. 

 Begging for cock she’s already paying for… Shit, I get a kick out of how pathetically sexy she sounds. 

 I repeatedly slammed into her wet cunt, thrust after thrust, pussy creaming even further than before. If it’s one thing I can listen to for the rest of my life, it’s how Y/N sounds when she’s being fucked. 

 My name drips perfectly from her lips.

 Our skin smacking fills the air in the room along my hand striking her ass until I guarantee it’ll bruise in the morning. 

 “Look at this fat ass moving when I pound into this pussy. Fucking beautiful,” I growled.

 “Toji, please. I… I don’t care how much… I’ll pay more. Just keep fucking me like this.”

 I chuckle. “Atta girl.”

 I see why motherfuckers catch feelings when fucking pussy. I almost feel tempted to tell Y/N that I love her while fucking her. She has pussy that’ll make a fucker crazy… Possessive… Jealous.

 I applied more pressure to Y/N’s throat and pulled her against my chest. “You know who this pussy belongs to. Right, princess?”

 “God, yes, Toji. You�� it belongs to you.” Her voice comes off as a faint cry and I know she’s on the verge of cumming. Especially with how her pussy is pulsating around me. 

 “Mhm, that’s right. Dreamed of my fucking dick pounding this tight little cunt, now I have you mindfucked. Huh?” I pinch her nipples with my free hand and increase my thrusts. “You’re about to come for me. Aren’t you, Y/N? I know you are. I can feel it. You should see the mess your slutty pussy is making between us.”

 “Fuck, I didn’t mean to, baby. It’s just… you feel good. So fucking good,” she whimpers, bouncing her ass back into me to meet with my thrusts. 

 “Maybe I should have you clean it with your mouth. Hm?”

 I release Y/N’s throat to shove her face into the bed and deepen her arch more than before. My single hand returns to her hips to grip, pulling her round ass back on my cock to kiss her center. 

 Can’t get over how wet—how tight and warm this fucking pussy is. The harder I fuck her, the louder her pussy gets and I grunt, curse underneath my breath at hearing the sound of her muffled moans. 

 I don’t give a fuck if one of us catches feelings after this. Actually, I want her to. I want Y/N to be dick hungry only for me. 

 I want her pussy to smell like I’m the only fucker that’s been running through her. I’m even fucking tempted to breed this pussy just so she’s mine.

 Why the fuck would I want to have sex with any other women after knowing what Y/N feels like? 

 “You take cock like a fucking pro. Look at you gripping me. Look at how this pussy is mine.”

 She spreads her ass cheeks to feel every inch of my dick. “Fuck me, Toji. Harder. Fuck me harder, I’m about to cum.”

 “Shit, me too, sweetheart. Such a perfect fuck toy. Going to fill you all the way up,” I rasped. “Fuck me back. Keep taking this dick.”

 My thrusts are sloppy. I throw my head back and swear into the air and moan her name. My balls grow heavier and heavier until I fucking but and empty my cum inside her pussy. 

 And she’s right there with me, crying my name and thanking me for giving her toe-curling orgasm. 

 Fucking enjoy hearing my pretty girl thank me for giving her cock. She just looks so damn pretty when she cums, too. 

 Dark brown skin sweating. The sight of her ruined makeup with mascara running down her cheeks. Moans sounding like a broken record. 

 Yeah, she’s a perfect fuck. 

 My favorite customer. 

© 2024 tojiscumdumpster Do NOT copy, translate, plagiarize, repost (sharing links is okay) anywhere. I only upload on tumblr and you will find some of my work in ao3.

[beawhatchumean]

IT IS HE!!

back to shimeji making and with the white hons himself

LMK AO LIE SHIMEJI VER 1.0!!

Just click on the big words and ya can download, ye :D Contains 2 zipfiles: The normal version and less frames version

Read down below for explanations on that

if got any problems launching and stuff, dont be afraid to message me, i'll try to help ya out :>

OR you can join my Discord server for easier help (will explain more down in the post)

but as seen in the quick lil poster i made there, it says extra animation + more, more info about that underneath the read 👇

from the top,

EXTRA ANIMATION

like my previous Shimejis, this one has unique frames for each action of the Shimeji. best example is the walk, run, dash actions seen below

there are other actions that have unique frames like these, but that's for you to find out yourself sksks

CUSTOM ACTION NAME

As per usual, some actions are renamed to better fit the character. Here is a guide for what they do:

Fall Over = Ao Lie falls down in a silly way and sits up again

Suprise From Behind = Shimeji breeding 1

Invite In = Shimeji breeding 2

disclaimer, I still have not done the full action guide list but I have listed a few renamed actions in guide.txt for referencing. Stay tune when I finally make that ref list

CUSTOM ACTION

Just like SWK & Mackie, petting is enabled here too!! So pet Ao Lie's little head to your heart's content hehe (credit to Kilkakon for the original script)

ALSO, the pet action is now fully animated!! However, the animation will keep playing even after you're done petting him

as seen in this gif :3

Steps to do this action is as followed:

Make the shimeji sit down (any surface is okay, ie work floor/window top)

Move the cursor to the shimeji's head

Make sure it is a hand cursor and not an arrow cursor

Pet away!!

If you want to pick up the shimeji without prompting the pet action, just move the cursor lower until it turns into the arrow icon

NON-SYMMETRICAL SHIMEJI

Like Macaque, Ao Lie also has non-symmetrical frames. So his collar will always shape a "Y" anywhere he goes!

Same as before, Ao Lie needed much more frames than he needs to get this effect to work. But, it may make some devices lag me thinks. So, there's 2 versions to download. One with symmetry and one without

PLEASE DOWNLOAD THE LESS FRAME VERSION TO NOT FRY YOUR PC'S!!

COLORED SETTINGS

Oh yea one thing I am excited to announce. The settings for the shimeji are now coloured!!

this has been a feature since long ago in the program but there was a bug. But now, it is fixed and now I can customize the colour scheme whenever and whatever I choose so >:3c

If you would like to change the colours yourself, just head into the "Theme" tab and change the colours there.

ALTERED SOME ACTIONS

There are now a few actions that will happen by itself, without you needing to choose in the "Set Behaviour" list.

Like the previous dash action, and now the daggling legs action that can happen when he sits down.

UPDATES WILL HAPPEN!!

Like the rest of my shimejis. UPDATES, UPDATES, UPDATES!! honestly, for Ao Lie I cant think for much updates besides software updates. For features and what not, he probably is going to have the least features update. But if yall have any suggestions, drop me a message or in my discord server

oh yea

I HAVE A DISCORD SERVER NOW!!

So after releasing the Shadowpeach Shimeji, so many people messaged me questions and needing help on how to work the shimeji and other stuff. So far, people only contacted me through dm's on tumblr, instagram, and just using Patreon's comment section.

Honestly, worse way to communicate since some issues I needed pictures and long messages to help out. So, discord server it is. Here's what ya can expect

Shimeji stuff (questions, wips, FAQ, etc)

Alerts on my posts and streams

Space for arts (any arts, not just drawing :>)

Share anything ya want (shitposts, current fixation, info, etc)

Just socialize and make friends :D

Ya can read more info in the rules & directory channel when ya join

So if ya interested, just click the link below

DISCORD SERVER: BEA'S CHILLAX HOLE

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but for now that will be all for ver. 1.0

many thanks to anyone interested in this project and of course

BIGGEST THANKS TO THOSE THAT HELPED BETA TEST THEM

for privacy reason they shall stay anonymous but

❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ >:3

PLUS EVEN MORE HEARTS!! ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

ACCEPT MORE HEARTS HHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

okay bye

[v0rewhxre]

Punished (Short Noah Smut)

18+ MDNI

A quick short smutty fiction with a very cold dom Noah Sebastian! Don't ask where this idea came from, just know it came to me sksks. I have a lot of requests that I will be working on throughout the day today!

18+ MDNI

CW: [unprotected p in v, m masturbation, power play, wrist grabbing, m dom, cold dom Noah]

I slowly stumbled into the house at 1 am, trying to be quiet because I knew Noah was sleeping upstairs. It was the first night I had gone out without Noah since moving to California. A few of my coworkers chose an LA nightclub to really immerse me into the nightlife culture. Well, I never really drank so I definitely got way more drunk than I expected. I was embarrassed by the amount of noise I was making, but I knew Noah was a very heavy sleeper.

I climbed into bed, immediately pulled in by arms that were waiting for me, and fell asleep despite the room constantly spinning.

When I woke up I had quite the large cock digging into my back and rubbing against me, indicating Noah was ready for our morning sex session. With a slight groan, I was still half asleep, I shimmied my butt backwards arching so I was easily accessible.

In one smooth glide his cock slipped right into my already wet pussy, filling me up and stretching me. But what was supposed to be slow morning sex turned into Noah pushing me onto my stomach. I turned my head and saw a muscular tattooed forearm and felt his hot breath in my ear. His breath was stinky, but I didn't mind. He set a grueling pace, my back and butt arched even more. I could feel his cock slip even deeper which caused my closed eyes to roll into the back of my head.

"Did you miss me last night?" Noah whispered, nibbling on my ear lobe. I let out a breathless moan as his tongue moved down my neck to my shoulder. He knew his tongue was my weakness.

"Not really, I was only gone for four hours," I said slowly, enjoying the enticing bites he left in the crook of my neck.

Suddenly, the bed shifted to my right and my pussy was suddenly empty. My closed eyes now shot open. I clenched around nothing, letting out a frustrated huff as I turned in bed to look at Noah.

"What are you doing?" I whined.

"Well, you said that you didn't miss me so I guess I didn't miss you either," He pouted as the grip around his cock tightened, his pace picking up.

I watched as Noah pleased himself in front of me, his head fell backwards and his mouth was hung open. His tattooed hand expertly moved up and down, with a slight twist and squeeze at the top which I knew he loved. My pussy nearly caved in on itself at the sight. It was from need, but also extreme jealously. I could feel it pooling in my belly, the anger and rage that accompanied it.

"Noah, what are you doing?" I asked trying to grab his cock from his hands.

He grabbed my wrist, keeping my hand away from his cock which was beginning to pulse.

"I thought you didn't need me anymore, y/n," Noah said through gritted teeth. I knew he was getting close, my clit was begging to be touched. I could feel my pussy dripping on the sheets. Instinctively, my other hand moved to touch myself, but Noah dropped his cock and grabbed my other hand before I could relieve myself.

"Noah!" I yelled locking his eyes in a death glare.

He put my hands together and grabbed both in one hand. This mans hands were huge.

He kept my gaze as he went back to pleasing himself. His pace quickened, earning him a few beads of precum to lubricate himself as he continued. His soft breathless moans turned into loud groans, he was getting close. And my pussy was roaring!

Why the hell does he not want to use me?

What the fuck is his problem?

He knew jealously made me horny, I had admitted that to him the day I caught him masturbating in the shower. It made me feel so powerless and insecure and for some reason that turned me on. My therapist said often times people's kinks correlate to trauma's they had experienced. Noah understood that.

"Noah, pl, please," I begged as I began to let out small sobs. Tears had begun streaming down my face. My pussy was so excited that it was painful. I needed some relief soon.

His cock started to bounce and twitch, his orgasm was imminent. At this point, his eyes were closed and no longer on me. He didn't even care. His stomach was quivering, his movements became sloppy, and suddenly I knew it was too late. I had hoped he would have stopped, purposely edging himself but then using me instead. But he was selfish.

"Noah, please no no no," I said as I watched the strings of cum shoot all over his tattooed stomach. He moaned so loud I thought I was going to cum just from the sound. If I wasn't so mad I probably could have. But I was upset with him. I was actually crying now as I watched him milk his cock until there was nothing anymore.

He waited a moment before moving his gaze to me. The expression on his face was cocky, there was no remorse in those eyes from the incident he just pulled. He simply grabbed a t-shirt and wiped himself off, getting up to go about his day.

Before he stepped outside the bedroom door, he turned and said, "If you touch yourself, I will do that again later. If you use your vibrator I will do that every day for the rest of the week, then you'll miss me," He said before walking away leaving me in practically a puddle of my own mess and tears.

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Happy Monday!!!!!

[gabrielsbubblegumbitch]

Do you have some Alastor headcanons?

* his first victim was his abusive father; he killed him to protect his mother. She later helped with drowning old bastard's body in the swamp.

* his crimes during his life on earth were largely class-motivated revenge. You know, he was a mixed-race person in the USA during Jim Crow's era so his life wasn't easy. He murdered white, privileged people and ate them as an act of final humiliation. It was a statement, you are nothing more than other animals to me.

* his disdain for people in power was also the reason why he started his career in Hell by killing Overlords.

* he always has been a very spiritual person; it just helped him keep going when the world around him sucked. Also, I think that later it helped him harness his powers since he was already in touch with his energy.

* he loves booze; not to an unhealthy degree (what even is an unhealthy degree when you are dead?) but he likes starting his day with an Old Fashioned or ten. Helps keep things whimsical.

* he absolutely adores electro swing but out of spite doesn't listen to it because Vox introduced it to him. His favorite genres are swing and jazz.

* above all he values his personal freedom; that's why he's determined to avoid close relationships that could potentially be a burden and require him to make sacrifices but also make him dependent. That's why he finds it easy to be (platonically) intimate with Rosie. She's equally powerful, gives him all the space he needs, and doesn't expect anything of him except having a good time together. I've become a huge RadioRose trash recently sksks

* he would love reality TV. Don't @ me, this man said I love seeing wasteful souls struggle to accomplish something meaningful, and fail spectacularly, I wholeheartedly believe he would binge-watch Hell's Kitchen.

[tyxoxo]

Feel It

pairing: jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: smut, pornstar!jaehyun au, 00’ dream inserts

words: 5.1k

warnings: pure filth, exhibitionism/voyeurism, degrading, choking/breath play, humiliation, dacryphilia, sex toys, ball gag, shibari, allusion to cum play, unprotected sex

a/n: san francisco armory, das the setting lolol (thanks kink.com 🫡)  also!! since the reader would have no way of knowing the names of 00’, hopefully i did a good enough job describing them for you all to know who is who sksks.

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“okay, we’ll just have you sign this.” the producer with the name tag K said as he handed you a clipboard with a pen; the two of you sitting across each other in a large auditorium. 

you were fidgeting the more you sat there in the middle of the “playroom”, excitement rising with every glance of the various s&m props placed on  antique plaques. whether it was the torture rack, assorted floggers, or cattle prods, you couldn’t wait to try it all.

never in your years of living did you expect to be at an armory-turned-BDSM studio, preparing to do your first adult scene. yet here you were, only wearing a pair or your underwear, completely bare everywhere else. 

the use of a National Guard armory was oddly fitting for the company—20th century Moorish Revival architecture, albeit refurbished, still gave a sense of “grittiness” and rustic charm.

 “i know that you already submitted your online waiver but we just like to have an additional one for in-person. physical signatures are always preferred.” K snapped you out of your thoughts for a second, though your mind couldn’t help but drift back into the depths—thinking yet again to your upcoming scene.

the single sheet of paper reiterated everything you read through just a week prior:

“Mission Statement and Company Values”

typical header to start a waiver…littered with the expectations to provide a “consensual and safe space for all participants.”

your eyes scanned further down, taking a few minutes to read their “Right to Distribute Media:

By signing here, you agree to having any and all media in your presence posted to our website Kink.com, with potential distribution to other pornographic partnerships…”

you provided your signature for the two spots provided, officially sealing away what modesty you had left.  

as soon as you handed the clipboard back to K, he spoke into his bluetooth earpiece, presumably notifying the other producers of your newly sealed fate, “you guys are good to head this way.” he said before placing the clipboard on the floor next to his water bottle. 

“in a moment you’ll be able to meet your partner, and go over the do’s and don'ts, that kind of stuff.” he said, followed by a closed-mouth smile.

you smiled back, trying to hide the anxiety creeping under your skin. there was no telling what kind of man would appear through those doors, meters away from where you sat.

you kept your eyes trained on the entrance, tapping your leg up and down to pass what seemed like hours.

but then again, this was a four story building…maybe it was just taking them a while to get to where you were. 

just as you looked down at your twiddling thumbs, the heavy sound of the double-doors filled the room. the man that appeared was unlike anyone you’ve ever seen. 

he was gorgeous…

and he smiled as soon as he laid eyes on you. his dimples being the first feature that caught your attention. 

he strutted towards you, confidence exuding with every step. he only sported boxer briefs, definitely nowhere near as self-conscious as you, now that you saw his toned body. 

you tried not to make it obvious that you were eyeing his subtle six-pack. but it was hard. his body was perfect; not too overbearing, not too ordinary. still, his biceps and his quads showcased the work he put in to maintain his physique. 

the last you could observe before he stopped in front of you, was his happy trail, leading all the way to the package he had confined in his briefs. he completely ignored K, standing right in front of his field of view. 

your eyes slowly made their way to his face, still smiling so bright, with ivory teeth to match. 

“hello, my name is jaehyun. nice to meet you.” 

his voice was velvety deep, baritone. 

another surprise to you. 

jaehyun held out his right hand, but you noted the single platinum band adorned on his left ring finger, to your disappointment. 

your thoughts were outlandish, there’s no way you’d have a chance with him even if he wasn’t taken.

you returned the handshake, voice visibly shaken as you gave him your name.

“i’ll go ahead and let you guys have the floor. i’ll be back in 10.” K said with a clear of his throat. he then gave up his seat for jaehyun, making his leave towards the double-doors.

jaehyun looked back at the medieval-styled chair before sitting down, chiseled thighs growing in size once he found a comfortable position.

“so tell me a bit about yourself…”

he leaned forward in his seat, placing his hands criss-cross in between his thighs. 

the simple action of trying to close the distance between the two of you, paired with his now sultry-tone, caused you to gulp quite noticeably.

“i uhhh, this is—s-sorry i can’t form my words today.” you covered your mouth as you laughed, embarrassed by the effect jaehyun had on your intelligibility.

if only you noticed his faint smile. 

“would it be better if i asked you something different?” he spoke with a tilt of his head, bangs sweeping softly across his eyelashes.

“no its not that…i’m just not super interesting.” you pursed your lips together, shameless in admitting how average you were. 

“i highly doubt that. for you to come here, i know that you’re more interesting than you let on.”

he smirked to himself, dimples even more pronounced as he looked down at your feet.

“so what do you like…don’t like? or what are you willing to try today?” 

he looked back up at you, but the ability to maintain eye contact with him was becoming harder and harder.

but for you to have come this far, sitting almost-nude in front of a stranger…there was no use in being shy anymore.

“i’ve just always wanted to be controlled, dominated, humiliated…reduced to nothing, pretty much.” you spoke matter-of-factly, knowing he’s probably heard this all before. 

you decided to keep your eyes on his mouth, and then his sharp canine’s that gleamed under the warm sepia light as he licked his lips. 

“what about degrading?”

“definitely.”

“shibari?”

“yes.”

he continued to list everything that came to mind, making it somewhat easier for you to communicate your needs and expectations.

by now, barely 7-minutes in, jaehyun learned that you were practically open to anything. 

“one last thing. the most important.”

you raised your eyebrows at his sudden announcement, already having an idea of what it could be.

“what’s your safeword?”

“olive.”

                           —☽༓☾—

“alright, we’ll go ahead and get started. if you at any time need to take a break, just let us know. remember, there is no time limit, and most of all, enjoy yourselves.” one of the producers said while adjusting his camera.

now in the auditorium with you and jaehyun, were two different producers, with the names I and N; an obvious attempt to mirror their company, which definitely made it easier to recall. K was nowhere to be found this time. but you weren’t concerned about that anymore. 

the entire auditorium was now your’s, filled with all the props to make your fantasies come true. the chairs were pushed away, and the camera’s were now rolling.

jaehyun stood face-to-face, still in only his boxer briefs. he studied the floor beneath you, seeming to psych himself up with a smirk. 

you didn’t even really know how to stand, or carry yourself, fearing that too much focus on the lesser details would ruin your adrenaline. 

just as you watched his head rise to your level, you were swept away by a kiss.

he was as spirited as you hoped, using his left hand to hold onto your cheek, and the other to rest against your hip. still through the shock of how soft his lips were, you managed to taste the balm that he chose to wear—peach with a hint of vanilla. 

you raised your hand to wrap around the wrist that kept hold of your cheek, eventually closing more of the gap between the two of you. 

despite how delicate the kisses were at first, you could hear them echo throughout the auditorium, surely to get louder once you could taste more of him.

you tried your best to keep up with the different angles that his head moved, but thinking back to the fact that these were among the first kisses you shared, you could bear the inconsistencies until you found a proper rhythm. 

so far, he did everything right. starting off slow just how you liked it… just how you told him just a few minutes prior. 

his left hand caressed your cheek back and forth, brushing against the small hairs in front of your ear. the other made its way down to your ass, gripping tightly, but not without your breath hitching through the fiery embrace.

he took the opportunity like you had guessed, to brush his tongue against your own, finally gaining more out of the subtle start towards your undoing. 

you had only known him for roughly half an hour, yet you already felt in tune with his way of leading you to pure bliss. 

he intertwined with you effortlessly, regardless of the mess the two of you made with just your lips. combined saliva pooled at the corners of your mouth, and you found yourself whimpering at his attempts to clean up the remnants with his warm tongue.

“you’re making a mess already?”

he spoke against the corner of your mouth, the smell of vanilla becoming even more evident from his suckled lips. 

you didn’t want to give in so soon to his early teasing. he needed to do more.

though you realized within a flutter of your hooded eyes, that he needed just as much as you. without any warning, he flipped his warm persona, the hand that held your cheek moving down to grip your throat tight. 

his fingertips knew exactly where to apply pressure, causing you to wince as the sting resonated on both sides of your neck. your hands immediately wrapped around his, knowing he liked to see you struggle.

you had made a point of that too. 

“you won’t say anything? what about when i do this?” his face remained mere centimeters away from you, denying you of any further kisses. 

you could see through the haze that his dimples were still just as evident from his now-sinister smile. 

his right hand cupped your clothed core, causing you to shudder against his palm. 

he would definitely be able to feel your growing arousal through the thin material. 

“maybe you don’t deserve any of this…i should just leave you here.”

he backed up his shaming effortlessly, all the while palming you through your damp underwear. 

the friction felt electric against your clit, causing you to buck against his touch.

“ride my fucking hand.” he smirked right in front of your face, like a complete switch from the gentleman you just met.

you were sure that you looked pathetic, getting off to just the palm of his hand. practically humping to get some sort of release. 

being self-conscious no longer mattered, not when he provided you with a means to an end. proving not only to yourself, but to future viewers that you were outwardly desperate.

the more zealous you got with your gyrating hips, the more jaehyun was inclined to stop and just watch you yearn for it.

he decided immediately, stilling his movements. 

for the first time, you whined.

“please let m-me cum.” your voice barely produced any sound, restricted from his hold on your throat. 

“should i?” 

“mmh, yes. please…” 

you hoped that your look of pity was convincing enough. 

“go on and show me then. show me that you deserve it.” 

he gave you free reign, lessening the hold on your throat, and continuing to keep his palm still against your aching core.

you were practically salivating, trying your hardest to hit a certain spot along your sensitive nub. with a few more hellish rolls of your hips, you succeeded, feeling that familiar high surge through your body. 

jaehyun was beyond satisfied, enjoying how you broke down from barely nothing. his eyes drifted over every part of your trembling body, mentally noting the parts that would be destroyed by the time he was done with you.

as you started to come down, he had already tugged your underwear off, even taking a moment to smell the now-ruined fabric. he could’ve spent longer doing so, showing off his guise for as long as he wanted.

but you were fidgeting quite noticeably, shifting your thighs to subdue the constant throbbing of your clit. it was obvious there was more to come.

once he tossed the flimsy fabric to the side, he ushered you towards the far left of the room where two red velvet sofas were positioned against the wall, and a small antique dresser sat in between. 

you could barely keep up with his stride as he interlocked your hands together. but you let him control your movements, until you were centered in the middle of the makeshift formal room.  

on top of the dresser were bundles of rope, a ball gag and a vibrating wand, with images of all the ways you would be ruined flooding your brain. your eyes then drifted up towards the ceiling, immediately catching sight of the metal ring hanging just above you.

the cameras were paused momentarily; had the recording continued, the producers would’ve captured your look of wonder as you watched jaehyun gather the jute material onto his arm to begin the process. 

you’d only had a few experiences with bondage, but all of the preparation seemed to come naturally as you followed jaehyun’s instructions. he was patient and soft-spoken with his directions, all the while marveling at how pretty you looked while listening to him. 

it was evident he was experienced in the art of shibari, as he adjusted the intricate designs to fit the contour of your body within minutes. your eyes were conflicted on where to look, whether it was his concentration or the way the rope cupped your breasts perfectly. either way, you felt beautiful. 

“take deep breaths for me, you’re doing great.” 

his sultry tone was enough to relax you as you felt gravity disappear under your feet.

your eyes remained shut as you inhaled and exhaled, gradually soaking in the feeling of complete ascension. 

you were in the most exposed position—frogtied. suspended upwards, arms secured behind your back, knees bent, and ankles bound to your thighs. 

even though it took a while to get into this arrangement, he made you feel comfortable, and you were still just as wet, eagerly awaiting his next move.

“how do you feel? talk to me.” he stood in front of your suspended body, watching your face for any signs of discomfort. there was anything but, you surprisingly felt purified, as if a literal weight had been lifted. 

“i feel good.” 

you weren’t the best at exclaiming your feelings, but you could tell that jaehyun sensed your approval.

“anything pinching or pulling?” he asked again, leaning in close to inspect the knots littered across your body. 

“nope.” 

“okay good. just wanted to check before i put this on.” he replied while giving the “ok” hand signal for the producers to resume rolling. 

he stepped over to the dresser, grabbing the black leathered ball gag. your pussy involuntarily clenched around air at the sight of the large red ball, and the realization that you were now being filmed in suspension, every bit of your cunt on display for the world to see.

you licked your lips one last time before he placed the gag. the taste of plastic overtook your senses, unfortunately masking the remnants of his lips balm. nonetheless, you felt complete, relishing in your own fantasy being brought to life.

saliva managed to escape not even seconds later, dribbling onto your chin. jaehyun eyes grew dark, switching back to the sadist he truly was.

your eyes tracked his every move, watching as he finally exposed himself.

you wished you were well-spoken enough to describe how perfect he was. but you could only manage whimpers through your restraints, hoping that he heard your reaction to seeing his lower half for the first and probably only time.

you were finally able to see where his happy trail ended, branched out into a sea of nicely trimmed hair. his length stood proud, snapping back onto his outie bellybutton as he kicked his briefs off to the side.

he stepped over to the dresser one last time, grabbing the vibrating wand. you were expecting the sound of the device to come to life, even squinting your eyes to brace for the feeling of it hitting your clit. but instead he kept it down by his left side, while his right finger came up to collect the saliva that had now leaked down your neck. 

“not yet…you’ll have to prove that you’re worth my time. i don’t reward sluts that whine in my face.” his words hit you hard, but his finger worked even harder.

your body began to shake as he used his slicked forefinger to paint a trail down the center of your chest. he eventually found your nipple that had swelled through the coarse rope, pinching hard.

he released quickly, doing the same to the other. 

his right finger continued its descent, now finding your cunt that was glistening under the warm lighting. he seemed satisfied enough from the sight of your juices dripping onto the floor meters below you. 

your breathing grew ragged as you felt him group his digits together to press against your sensitive nub. he leaned further into you, preventing you from seeing him work your pussy into overdrive.

the filthy sounds of your essence sloshing against the flesh of his fingers filled the room, even overpowering the pathetic moans that tried to escape through the soaked ball gag.

“think you could cum again? hmm?” 

he cooed against your ear, determined to kick all of your senses over the edge.

you failed miserably at producing a coherent “yes” through the pleasure, and you feared this would have consequences.

the high was building up a second time, but unfortunately it was met with jaehyun’s cruelty.

he backed away from you completely, leaving you there to wiggle in the ropes that kept you hungry and docile.

“yes…i can do it.” you words were muffled at best, barely audible. but your body showed enough of your desperation, trying to move within the confines of your unrelenting submission. 

“fucking filthy whore…you’re too late.” 

jaehyun tortured you by staying back, twirling the vibrating wand in his hands. 

regardless of the fact you were granted an orgasm moments ago, you made it known that you deserved another.  

tears began to pool in your eyes, eventually flowing from your eyelids onto your warm cheeks. breathing seemed more difficult, as you sniffled and heaved against the ball gag.

jaehyun looked down at the floor, in awe at the amount of your juices that had hit the floor. you were more than soaked, practically painting the floor in an abstract design of delicious filth. usually he was able to drag out teasing for a while with his other “co-stars” but for you, his patience was wearing thin; not out of distaste, but out of the eagerness to finally feel your walls around his cock. he would have to fuck you soon, so he could see if you felt just as good as you looked.

he had done plenty of scenes, even similar to this; more than he could count. and none short of bragging, he ruined every single one of them, and you were no exception. 

without a second thought, jaehyun stepped up to you, placing the vibrator on your engorged clit. a shriek escaped through the gag as you slumped in the ropes, head falling backwards as a wave of relief hit you. 

finally, you were given more.

through your hooded eyes, you were unable to see his erect tip awaiting your entrance. 

“are you happy now? what do you say?” he gripped your jaw hard, forcing your head forward to stare into his dark eyes. 

“thank you s-so much…thank-...”

your gratitude was cut short as he pushed himself inside you. 

a guttural groan fell from his glossy lips as he paused halfway, utterly amazed by the way your walls welcomed his cock, trying his best to draw out the way you sucked him in. 

he could’ve stayed like this forever, relishing in your ability to grip him for dear life. 

“you’re so fucking tight…did you save this pussy for me?” his voice was just as shaky as yours, completely high off the energy that filled the room.

you nodded your head up and down, mind too absorbed in the pleasure that overtook your body.  

your eyes blew wide as he continued to inch himself further inside your dripping hole; beyond satisfied from being stretched full. 

you watched his jaw go slack as he bottomed out, pupils dilating not only in front of you, but the cameras too. 

the realization that everyone would witness his transformation, caused you to contract around his length; the vibrator intensifying your actions as if you no longer had control. 

he wasted no time thrusting inside you, hips snapping against yours in an immediate, steady rhythm. your body recoiled against his tireless momentum, eventually swinging from the metal ring every time he connected his tip to your cervix. 

“do you think you could hold out sweetheart?” 

you were sure that you could, but you couldn’t help but entertain the idea that it was much deeper than that. 

nonetheless, you mumbled “yes”, hoping to prove your worth so that he would never stop fucking you senseless. 

yet again, your head fell back, pitiful howls escaping through the gag as you felt your orgasm building up a second time. 

“come on, look at me. watch me fuck this pussy.” he used his non occupied hand to usher your head forward, watching you choke up as many moans as you could through the soiled gag. 

he continued to support your head, and it became obvious that it was done for a reason. the sound of the double-doors caught your attention soon after, echoing through the auditorium. your eyes looked past jaehyun’s broad shoulders to catch sight of the four attractive figures that appeared. 

their presence would be burned inside your mind forever—an aura of complete deviance, walking towards your suspended frame with an obvious intent to ravage you beyond repair. 

your eyes couldn’t look away, not even with jaehyun still drilling inside your pussy. 

you noted the two tallest, one with wavy silver hair, and bangs long enough to cover his dark eyes. he had the most  chiseled features out of the four, with full lips to complement his sharp jawline. the other didn’t look nearly as intimidating as the first, with rounded facial features despite having a broader frame. he adorned blue eyes, which you assumed to be contacts. either way, the sky blue color fit his chocolate hair, setting him apart from his yang counterpart.

the third reminded you of a sunset, with golden skin that radiated far beyond his charming presence. his jet black hair offered contrast to his warm exterior. 

the final one—the blonde, surprised you the most, he didn’t seem like the type to present himself in this type of environment, but maybe that was his ruse—to deceive anyone into thinking he wasn’t as filthy as the next. he made sure to be the last one following behind in the ensemble, but you still noted his elfen-like appearance, seeming delicate yet playful. 

they were all just as flawless as jaehyun. 

you would have to refer to them by their features, as there was no indication of their names. truthfully, the idea that you may never know, made this all the more fulfilling. letting four strangers do whatever they wanted to you, was the pinnacle of desire. 

the silver-haired boy made sure to greet you first, standing next to your right side. though you weren’t sure if gripping your chest through the rope was a proper greeting, it still caused you to whimper from his robust touch. he squeezed your nipples harder than jaehyun, watching you crumble from his assault. 

“another slut for me to fuck with hmm? you better hope you make this worth my while.” he snarled against your ear, taking the time to tug your earlobe between his teeth. the kisses that followed were messier than the brunette that stood to your left. you made sure to make eye contact with him and acknowledge his existence despite his silver-haired fiend stealing the show with his unhinged words. the blue-eyed boy had a smug grin on his face, caressing your cheek with no care in the world that your saliva had covered his fingers. 

he began to pecker along your collarbone, keeping his eyes locked onto your own, tongue swiping upwards to taste the sweat that had formed on your flushed skin. 

“i bet she’s been good so far?” the brunette’s voice caught you off guard, completely teasing, even mocking your predicament. you saw him look forward at jaehyun, then down at the vibrator that was still pressed against your clit.

you hoped to god that he would grab and use it on you. that any of them would use it on you.

“hell yeah she’s been good. taking my cock like a good little slut.” jaehyun licked along his upper lip, baring his canine’s again. 

“here...i know she’s close.”

jaehyun offered the vibrator to the brunette, the sensation temporarily leaving your core. you whined in dissatisfaction, hoping it wouldn’t be off you for too long. 

“you’re so pretty…” 

the blonde haired boy soothed your worries, coming up beside the brunette. his hands were noticeably smaller than the rest, but still just as skillful. he took his slender fingers and began to rub your abused clit in circles. the pads of his fingers were a few degrees colder, but it soon warmed up after making contact with your heated skin. 

you jumped, as best as you could, when he increased the pace, and began swiping his entire hand across your wet mound. the sounds of your juices splashing past his digits bounced off of the walls of the auditorium. 

he truly proved your point of his devious nature. 

the golden boy rushed to jaehyun’s left side, getting a clear view of the mess you kept making. his hands trailed down to palm himself through his black denim jeans. even through your tears, you watched him bite his lip, hard enough to make the skin underneath go pale.

you were so close. 

“pl…please. i’m cl…” you thought your words had drifted off into the void, overpowered by the multitude of bodies in the room, but they didn’t go unnoticed. 

“awwh, she’s gonna cum. so wet, so pretty…” the fairy teased, taking the time to lower his mouth to your knee, making sure that he had made at least one mark on your skin by the time the evening was over.

the familiar band from within your core snapped. a wave of pleasure surged from your core all the way up to where the silver-haired boy had gripped your throat. moans managed to escape through the hold he had on your neck, stinging against his palms as he squeezed harder and harder.

the sea of white that flashed across your vision had turned red when the fairy’s hand left you and the vibrator took his place. the brunette’s smile grew wide when he witnessed first-hand what overstimulation looked like, and for him to be the one to blame, made an obvious power trip show across his cheshire grin. 

you were completely ruined. it was evident by the way you began to convulse, the way you cried out, the way your walls continued to contract around jaehyun’s cock. 

“fuckkk, just like that. you're sucking me in so hard. keep doing that sweetheart…”

jaehyun chanted out, an indication that he was close to exploding inside of you.

“take that ball gag off, i wanna hear her scream…” the golden boy directed the fairy to do his bidding, not wanting to pause on his own self-gratification. he had already freed his cock from his boxers, nowhere near patient enough to pull his pants the rest of the way down. 

you weren’t still enough for the blonde as he tried freeing the clasp behind your head. eventually with the help of his silver-haired friend, you were finally able to voice your sounds of another orgasm. 

“i’m gonna cum again!!” you screamed out, making the rest of them smirk with pride.

“are you even gonna say thank you? ungrateful whore…” the same one that had been giving you the most hell, spat against your ear. his words made it all the more damning; you enjoyed how he tested your mental stability. 

“thank you! thank you so much!” 

you were sure that you looked broken, slumped from the actions of these four strangers and of course, jaehyun, who was just as close.

his thrusts were beginning to show cracks, losing the rhythm he had held onto for so long. the two of you stared at each other, in your own world as you both came. 

with one final snap of his hips, he let out a moan, pumping you full of his seed with every inhale and exhale. 

your voice gave out, vocal chords spent from all of the prior screams you produced during your time of luxury.

your mouth hung open as you felt him fill your walls to the brim, creating a salacious mixture that bubbled inside your painted walls.  

even though the vibrator had stopped, a phantom sensation caused you to tremble against the now-still wand. 

all that remained was the comedown. and you weren’t sure you wanted it to end.

jaehyun remained inside you, drawing out the aftermath of your back-to-back orgasm. a thin sheet of sweat decorated his chest, illuminating under the tan lights.

your breathing had finally calmed down, and by the time you tried to get a good look at everyone, they were already huddled around jaehyun, waiting to see the creampie. 

their eyes followed jaehyun’s every move, watching as he exited you with a single plop.

“i’m first.” the silver-haired boy spoke quickly, immediately lowering himself to be level with your weeping hole. 

it was obvious that this wasn’t over. and you were more than okay with that.

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//tagging: @pradajaehyun @glitchfiles @stargrll13 @the-universe-in-you-jjh

[inseparabiles]

Could be a challenge, but: Roleswap?

Lucius as Imperator (rightfully so sksks), and instead of gladiators, the twins as generals.

👀

(prompts pls)

“The generals are almost here,” Lucilla said in a voice which had a hint of sourness to it, and Lucius felt a heavy weight settling upon his shoulders for it.

He would have loved to ignore her words. He would have loved to do just about anything but go into that room, but it was necessary. How many months had it been since their father’s death? Three, now? The Empire had benefitted from Severus’s campaigns, but looking at his two sons, there had been an ambivalence about leaving them in charge of that legacy well before it had come to pass. Lucius had expected something to go wrong much faster - but instead, he’d now be stepping out there to give them their laurels for their service instead.

Three months. Three brutal months, by the reports. But nothing he could pick apart, nothing that was too alarming; nothing in those reports, anyway. The word of mouth, the word of private letters, correspondence that was not intended for official consideration and held little objective value by itself was different. So many had heard so many things. So many things were spoken which had nothing much for proof, if not for the fact that this hearsay kept piling up. It had no end.

There was something rotten about them, but Lucius could not place his finger on it yet; he didn’t know how much of it was jealousy toward them from older officers who saw them as undeserving for their seemingly effortless ascent to replace their father so quickly, and how much of it was dreadfully warranted. But he did know that some of it was dreadfully warranted indeed. It was only the proof which was lacking - they could not be tried for mere hearsay.

His mother handed him the wreath, its delicate golden leaves shimmering in the sun. He turned it around in his hands and nodded to her: they didn’t need words for this. Lucilla had the same feeling about the two, and she’d learned well to read their kind of people. Still, they’d walk out there together now, and crown them for their honours, and in turn the people would cheer because the people liked celebrations. Today, nothing should look outwardly wrong - but he’d ask, at least, to hear what they had to say for themselves.

There was no way they would confess to anything, though. He knew that already, but he’d try to gather as much information as he could while they were still in Rome to be held accountable. And if he’d find nothing in time? They’d go back up north, then. He had nothing to hold them back with, after all.

-

Septimius Geta had to himself an aura of gold already, he didn’t need the laurels. He held his chin high, and though he had to himself a fairer, slimmer build, it was hard to not see the commander in him when he stood straight and aimed his unblinking stare at Lucius. That was one of the things, he thought distantly as he placed the golden wreath upon the man’s head - Geta had no emotion to him whatsoever. Word was their father had beat him, and Lucius believed it. That kind of emptiness came from something, some place which had taken what had needed to be there for someone to feel warmth, or radiate it. There was no warmth in Geta at all.

Caracalla, on the other hand - named so for never ditching the style of tunic he’d adopted from the northern tribes - didn’t seem so empty. What was filling him was no less unsettling than what did not fill his brother, however. Even when standing still, saying nothing, he seemed altogether a wild thing to Lucius; his gaze wandered, had something of a madness to it which could not be held back by the tameness of his stance and the mask of patience he wore for his honours. His hair had a bristly quality to it, and Lucius wondered if the feeling his hands got from touching it, ever as in passing as it was when he laid the laurels down on him, was more a sting or a prick than it was a brush.

They walked in unison, not quite as two soldiers did but something more intertwined. The connection was less in their step, which were of two different lengths and never matched precisely, but in the way that they moved, each mirroring the other unconsciously, in ways which could not be practiced or deliberate, but which came naturally and gave them a sense of duality which was impossible to miss. Feeling every bit of his misery, Lucius bowed to his mother’s farewell. She could leave, but he had to stay. He wished it hadn’t felt so much a two-on-one fight - they weren’t fighting - the Praetorian would have his back if there would ever be a need, but there wasn’t, and wouldn’t be. He just didn’t want to be with them, much less alone. Every moment was like waiting for an unexpected strike, a hidden blade, or a splash of quick-acting poison upon his lips.

With a polite smile, the best he could offer and which yet was not much at all, Lucius handed each of them a glass of wine. The last one was delivered to his hands, and perhaps only to have it off the twins, he aimed a silent look of gratitude to the young man who’d given it to him. When he looked up again, he knew that Geta had marked that look. He probably still hadn’t blinked, if not for the bright sun which seemed to offend his eyes in particular. Like an eagle, he seemed to be noting down Lucius’s every move, his every breath. Gratitude to a slave? Had to be marked down as weakness under a stare like that.

Lucius’s smile kept hardening.

“My condolences for your father’s passing,” he said. “There would have been a wreath for him, too, had he been here today.”

“Our father had no need for more laurels,” Caracalla said in a lazy voice.

He gave a good effort at looking to his twin, but Geta didn’t acknowledge him. Lucius wanted him to just so that his stare would shift, and so did Caracalla though clearly enough for different reasons; his look had a slighted tone to it now, as he’d wanted his brother’s support.

It came as no surprise, then, to see him perk up in every way when Geta, without ever turning his gaze from Lucius, spoke next: “He was well-decorated. The condolences are welcome, of course, but not needed, Emperor. We live in a new era, which has dawned in his wake.”

Something rotten, Lucius thought again. His own eyes narrowed as he answered the darkness in the general’s stare, only emphasised by the golds and whites he wore. His cape barely budged in the wind which followed them from the outside, but it ruffled everyone’s hairs as their glasses made contact. Lucius wasn’t sure he’d offered that cheer, but there it was. He drank with them.

“I’d not wish to bring any shadow upon this occasion,” he said then, with the wine feeling stronger and thicker upon his tongue than he’d anticipated, “but I must ask if any of the reports from the field are to be believed. I have to press that if they were, I would have to take action upon it; you must know already what I speak of.”

It wasn’t just the reports from the fields, but there was no use asking about conspiracies. Lucius just wanted to hear their defense.

“Who is reporting?” Geta asked, and Caracalla chuckled.

“If people gossip, then surely as the Emperor you’d know to dismiss such envious chatter,” he joined in.

So there would be no defense, then. That was curious - and unsettling - to Lucius’s mind, but he kept it to himself.

“There is no room for needless cruelty in our wars,” he pressed weightedly. “The Empire offers its gratitude for your service - and you will be celebrated accordingly - but the people behind the armies of the enemy today are our own people tomorrow. Envious chatter or not, I trust that no reason for such reports will be given rise again.”

A flash of something crossed through Geta’s gaze, something that resembled the wildness which resided in his twin at all times, but it was swallowed when he finally allowed his eyes to close. He lowered his gaze, an odd smile on him; Caracalla, in turn, had difficulty suppressing another laugh.

“We will be on our best behaviour, Emperor,” Geta said with a placid, weighted tone, which to Lucius’s ears sounded more like a threat than any outright one could have.

“And ensure,” Caracalla continued for him, “that no further reports shall come which would give the Empire reason to worry.”

Lucius’s nod was not for them - it was for him, to his own thoughts. There it was, wasn’t it? The promise to shoot the messenger, and an outright refusal for accountability. With another bitter smile, he raised his glass and finished it.

“Let us not keep the guests waiting, then,” he said in a voice which near-perfectly managed to cover the sticky aftertaste of the wine in his mouth. “A fine feast should ease the memories of your long journey.”

-

Caracalla pulled his feet up on the bed, the soft weight of his tunic pooling over his lap and down his arms. Rome was so warm after all those months in the north. And so dry; his skin itched for it. He felt unfulfilled here, like some kind of an animal on a leash. All the luxury of the Palatine - the villas, the palaces, even the smell of all the flowers here - made him long for the dirty stretches of campgrounds, the metallic stench of death in the morning air after a battle had been fought. Pax Romana at its heart did not suit him. He wanted to be biting into flesh, if not with his mouth then at least with a sword, or a hundred or a thousand swords of others, at every angle. He could not get enough of the sight, the hectic everything-at-onceness of being in the midst of a fight.

Geta was still nursing a cut on his arm, and Caracalla envied him for it. He carried with him that bloodiness all the way here, and he’d have a scar to show for it forever after. For himself, he had nothing; he was too well protected, too little trusted, and he knew that was his brother’s doing, too. No matter how daring of a charge he made, he could never quite get to the thick of it like he wanted to.

It’s because you’re sick, Geta would tell him again if he demanded to know why. It’s because you’re so frail, Caracalla, and I could never bear to lose you. His sheltering was making Caracalla ill, nothing else. It was starving him of what he needed to survive.

“I don’t think the good Emperor likes us very much,” he said with a smirk, leaving the thoughts to linger.

Geta turned his gaze to him. He’d been standing there idly, staring at the window, for such a long time now Caracalla wouldn’t have been surprised to find out he’d fallen asleep that way, like a horse taking a nap in the stables. Caracalla’s words however had sufficiently stirred him, and that made him happy at least.

“He’ll try to find someone who’ll talk,” Geta responded, his voice tense.

“He’ll find none,” Caracalla said, “And he’ll find less later.”

“You should not be so careless. If you displease him - he can pull us back from the front, and then you’ll never know another fight. Not to speak of anything more than that.”

“If so, then I’ll have to go find fights on my own.”

“Without an army?” Geta asked, short with his tone.

Caracalla shrugged. “There’s always an army,” he noted, though his lips snapped to a brief grimace after he’d said those words. Spurred on by it, he continued: “Nothing we’ve done is grounds for dismissal. We grant no mercy - what of it? The more the enemy fears us, the easier they are to conquer. The methods work, if they did not, then we would not be gaining such ground.”

“I don’t think granting no mercy to a village of peasants is going to be an easy thing to justify to him, brother.”

“Oh, who cares? The soldiers need to have their fun, too. We keep them fat, pleasured and happy - they fight for us harder. And when they fight for us then they fight for the Empire, and the Emperor should be happy our armies are so well-motivated and eager to please. I’ve no care for the barbarians and I do not understand why he would take such lowly fates so seriously. They’re not our blood, they’re not our people, if they are some form of people at all.”

It didn’t surprise him to find Geta so close to him in only a few strides. In his night-time tunic, he had a spectre-like quality to him. The cloth was so thin and enveloped him in ways that made his body resemble a statue which had gained life by the touch of gods. By comparison, Caracalla just felt stiff and sore from the travel; he’d never managed that degree of grace as his brother had to him naturally. It was in his long limbs, Caracalla mused - it was hard to be graceful when there was so little of him to drag around to start with.

Still, he didn’t complain when Geta’s palm pressed over his cheek, the tips of his fingers trailing over (and into) his ear. He sat down beside him on the bed and turned his head with him to keep his attention, though Caracalla had no idea what else he could have possibly thought to look at in the whole of the room but Geta. Nothing else in it was even remotely interesting to him.

Two knuckles under his chin - an implication of force when Geta brought his gaze up, though Caracalla was not resisting.

“We have to be careful,” he pressed the point, “No matter how well we do there on the field, no matter how far we drag the lines on the map… as long as these diplomats and philosophers have their way here in Rome, our methods will be frowned upon. And only when there is an army -“

He looked around them, hesitated by the windows, and then dropped his voice when he faced his twin again. Caracalla suppressed a grin, but his laughter came through as a hitching breath.

“- only when there is an army, well-fed and well-pleasured and happy with the way that we lead them,” Geta continued, in a hushed voice as quiet as the wind outside was to the interiors, “can we bring them and our allies against the Emperor’s forces. So do not waste our edge so early and for so little. You know how long we’ve worked for this. How long our father did.”

“But after it’s all done…” Caracalla began, though he was swiftly cut off by his own inevitable sigh - he’d listened to this talk for his whole life, and its conclusion seemed no closer now than it had before their father’s death.

“After it is done,” Geta carried on for him, in a voice which showed exactly how many times they’d had this conversation too, “then you can have anything you want in the world. Anything.”

With a crooked smile, Caracalla tilted his head and let his eyes wander. He knew what he wanted, but that was up north, on those battlefields. He could only have so little of it here, but - for Geta’s sake - he could agree to compromise. All Geta had ever wanted was the city. It was all their father had ever wanted, too. And Caracalla would give it to Geta, now that they were alone: his brother deserved it, all of it, everything. For every night he’d bled for Caracalla’s sake: for every death he’d taken, and survived, which Caracalla never would have.

“Fine,” he said then, submitting not only in words but in his posture, in the way he let himself soften and smile again. “I’ll play nice next time.”

“Will you?”

“Well.” Caracalla laughed. “No. But I’ll play quietly.”

Geta had to laugh, too. His tone was suppressed, almost timid, like he was still afraid someone would hear them talking.

“I’ll make you remember it,” he said, and Caracalla knew he would.

He’d always been such a worrier, after all.

[goatgoesmbe]

Heyy girll, i wanna travel to indonesia cuz em food be looking tastyy and i actually noticed the country is so pretty what😭😭 so i have a couple places in mind but just thought i’d ask a native🤷‍♀️also u meantioned sth about scammers in a post and i got nervous, what should i do!!

Omg yayyy, the ministry of tourism should pay me for promoting the cuntry fr fr

And ngl, here is pretty.. in most places, maybe not someplace which is more urban coz.. yeah trash, but the community is still great tho XD

As for scammers, what i saw is usually price charged higher for foreigners.. so i suggest you get a local guide or just find a place which present the price upfront on a sign

Some other scam may be transportation, coz people are eyeballin the price. Asked the other passenger instead of the driver or just use gojek (its like uber)

And i think thats it(?) try to bargain prices as well, dont be shy, they usually raise the price so much higher anyway

Oh, there would be a lot of street performer around, dont give them money if you're staying in one place because they would tell every other performance and so more gonna come to ask for money.. they're usually children too, forced to work only for the money to be taken by the thugs who forced them

Its universal to not trust cops.. they dont work unless you have money. Its best to ask for locals help instead, more would usually gather around and help. For example, people here would rather call gojek to help someone for.. anything, and said gojek usually dont expect payment, give them money anyway tho coz thats nice but some would refuse

A warning that the spices might be too much for most people, i have korean friends who swear they can handle spices and im sure they could handle korean spices, but then they got sick from eating a fist of indo spicy chips

Streetfood mostly aint clean as well tbh, so uh- yeah, bali stomach or whatever its called, might send you to the toilet quick

Food i reccomend: martabak manis/terang bulan (get the chocolate and cheese one), nasi goreng, mie goreng, rendang, satay, and many more which are more exclusive to each region.. the food i stated more.. widespread sksks

If ur feeling freaky try durian stuff, pete, and jengkol

Definitely try the restaurant that's crowded with local more than it being fancy. Coz fancy restaurants usually more expensive and uses less spices.. to cater to the tongue and wallet of foreigners

As for places.. i would reccomend sulawesi for nice nature which is mostly untouched unlike bali's beach, maluku is also very pretty, the thing is those place aren't famous for tourism.. so best to have guide since people there rarely understand English unlike bali

Some other places like East java tbh, ive travelled there multiple times- its more of a local tourist spot instead of Bali which is more international

Im sure there are great things in the west side of Indo.. but i live there and it's suck here but.. im sure we have something.. idk what tho- Jakarta is.. the capital, yea its something.. ig, it has.. bus.. and train system, something the other places in Indo doesn't have, sadly

Riau got pretty beaches, Sumatrra's food is the country's favorite

Added note that most places that aren't bali would be very conservative, so while they won't confront you, you would be judged for pda, showing shoulder, or legs.. but again, if you're obviously a tourist they would understand. Some places might deny ur entry for wearing shorts tho

This is all i could think rn, there are probably more things that could be added, so for any indo seeing this plz add more uwu)/

And dont be afraid if ur not speaking indonesiann, we mostly dont speak english but.. idk, google translate exist and it never deterred any local to be less friendly. If anything, they would be very enthusiastic seeing foreigners.. plus, every region has its own version of Indonesian language, sometimes we don't understand each other lol

Im curious to what places u had in mind tho 👀👀👀

Oh gosh this is long lol

[rebeltigera]

I have returned.

I have not been on Tumblr much anymore, got on the other day but meh-

You working on anything? (Also, can I work on a fic abt G!Mac? Or just any of ur aus? I wanna make smth but I didn't know what so I thought "write even tho ur a dyslexic")

-🐉

Go ahead! I love to read stuff u guys are writing even if it's not the best! Same with art!

About the work - yhhh I try to work on anything lately but commissions are stopping me from doing so (my own fault I took too many of em sksks) rn I'm down to 3 so we slowly are getting there

And a burnout , so it sucks . Expect more ask art respond and oc art . As well as paper doodles :P

[golbrocklovely]

since i did snc's outfits for day one and two, it only makes sense to finish it off with day three of coachella

i'll start with colby

i think this is his best outfit, but that's not exactly a feat given that the previous outfits were kinda ass lol

i like the top half, but the bottom half.... leaves me wanting more

i know it's a matching set (which weirdly i think is snc's stylist's copout for having to actually give them clothes that look nice ie i don't have to dress them if they are just wearing a matching set lol) but those pants are bad to me. first off the words don't look like they match the top half, since that only has one sentence on it. and secondly, the crotch goes down to his fucking knees..... wtf is up with that lmao

but overall this is much better than his previous days so i'm gonna give this like a 3.5/5, maybe a soft 4/5. i like this color on him, i think the fit is cute, i just wish the pants were plain or at least had a normal crotch region sksks

now for sam

...do his pants have cathedrals on them??? like, i don't hate it, i'm just confused.

see the thing is, this outfit is fine bc it's basically what sam would have worn if he had went out and did literally anything else. minus the bandana, which i guess is their stylist's idea of festival wear lol

like this feels like something he would go to the club in and that's fine, i just think it's lame to wear something normal to a festival when you're almost expected to wear something you wouldn't on a normal sunday.

that being said, this fit is his best... i think. controversial yet brave opinion here, but i kinda like the neon one from day two. i know!! crazy. but that one felt like something he wouldn't wear normally. vs this one which feels like something i've seen him already.

also the random pop of pink doesn't make sense to me. it should have been the blue that's in the cathedrals, but that's just me since apparently i'm the only one that has fashion sense sksks

but i do love the jeans so..... i'll give this one the win. overall this is like a soft 4/5 as well.

next year, don't use your stylist. fire her, tell her to take the weekend off. idk. just do something else but use her bc this year was an absolute FAIL lol

[nartothelar]

I really really love your Zoroark AU!

The fandom has a lot AUs playing with Zoroark making the whole thing verrrry over saturated overall in my opinion. (also a lot of them kinda make me feel uncomfortable) Yours however really hits the right amount of wholesome to me without any feelings of being uncomfortable!

A question I have however is this: The Zoroark is growing fond of Ingo's company more and more. How would the Zoroark react to Ingo's possibility of returning home?

Thank you! Wah I’m glad you like my au!! I love zoroark aus so much because of all the potential there is for an amnesiac ingo to meet a pokemon that can make life like illusions sksks

As for zoroarks reaction: they would be sad of course but accepting, as they never had the expectation to have a friend, let alone keep the only one they had. That would be much to convenient and lucky to find company that lasts

They are lonely, yes, and would want Ingo to stay ,of course, but he knows that ingo has family, friends, that ‘man in white’ he always asks to see from him, to get back to. He would never think to keep ingo there

And so he says good bye, with a smile, and thank you, for keeping this old pokemon company.

And maybe, with outstretched hand, ingo looks at him - zoroark with no pack and no family, and, most importantly, a very good friend - and asks him to come along

[bwoahtastic]

Hiii, I know this is kind of an old tag, but I was re-reading your "omega pets" tag and I cant stop thinking about them (sorry for my rambles🫣)

Someone gifting Charles cat!Max, who doesn't trust easy and has a mean looking rest face. But Charles gains his trust and now he has a shadow at home, following him around, sitting on his lap being very sweet and asking for pets and kisses, and gets sad when he can't go with Charles to the paddock on race weekends ( Max will still bit other peoples hands if they try to touch him or Charles)

Pierre adopting red panda!Yuki not expecting the cute little omega to be so fiery and mouthy, especially when video games are involved. The little red panda loves eating/cooking and is always asking Pierre to buy his favorite snacks and snacks from other countries. Pierre absolutely adores the red panda, snuggles him all the time and rests his chin on his head, he loves when the omega purrs or stands on his tip-toes to seem bigger when he's spooked.

Jenson adopts cute little golden retriever!Logan and he is smitthen with the omega. Logan is always very bright and smiley,but he is quite shy and even though it takes him a while he loves to cuddle with Jenson, he is a very affectionate puppy. Jenson loves when he can take Logan to the paddock with him when he his commenting, seeing Logan always very curious of everything happening around the paddock and cuddling with other omegas(Oscar)

Carlos already has fox!Lando, a very playful and energetic omega, when he is gifted dingo!(or quokka, I cant decide)Oscar. The australian omega is very chill and independent, he warms up to Lando almost instantly and the omegas can be regularly found cuddling. Carlos is victim of Oscar's side eye for almost 3 months before the omega starts warming up to him, slowly starting to sit close to Carlos or on his lap and purring very low.

Lewis and Nico finding pretty puma!Franco while on a trip and immediatly adopt him. Franco is very outgoing and playful, hes always showing of to Lewis and following him everywhere. Nico loves when Franco comes with them to the paddock, the omega curling his tails around their legs and talking animatedly to the camera whenever one of the other commentators asks a question.

Also Mark with mischevious rabbit!Fernando that has more energy than should be allowed and squabbling with Michael's omega Seb, like they are tom and jerry.

PLEASE I STILL REALLY REALLY LOVE THIS IDEA

Someone gifting Max to Charles and Charles is very much not ready for the responsibility of a pet omega but Max says he will be send back to a bad adoption centre and promises to be good! He is so shy at first though and mostly hides away but eventually he learns to trust Charles and is always cuddling up with him and purring up a storm! He can't come to the track after he bit someone for trying to pet him, and he misses Charles soooo much then!

Oh plss! In the pictures Pierre got, Yuki looked so sweet and cute with his fluffy ears and big tail! And he is sweet and cuddly but also has the zoomies a lot is also very very mouthy lol! Pierre spoils Yuki with anything he wants for sure! And he loves cuddling into those soft ears and Yuki is so funny when he gets startled sksk!

Oh plss!! Logan being so shy, tail tucked down the first weeks Logie is with Jenson and being so shy but when he warms up to Jenson he is so sweet and loyal! He was his tail whenever he sees Jenson and is so curious when he can come to the paddock! He holds Jenson's hand tho cos it's also a little overwhelming but he is very excited when there is more omegas to cuddle with!

Plss!! Carlos having the most energetic fox omega and Lando is always whining for a friend! So Carlos brings him along to see an adoption centre and he thinks Lando will pick another energetic fox or something similar, but Lando instantly picks the very quiet dingo/koala omega in the corner! They get along so well but Carlos for sure just gets mayor side eye from Oscar for a long time sksk. The first time Oscar curls himself up on Carlos's lap, Carlos is in awe of how low and deep his purrs are!

Omg! Brocedes on holiday and they weren't planning on finding a pet but then spot a pretty puma omega waving enthusiastically to them from the window or a little shop and they can't resist taking him home. He is so sweet and rambles nonstop and looooves cuddles! He is always showing off a bit to Lewis but also loves cuddling non animal omega nico and stays with nico when Lewis is racing, tail around Nico's leg to make sure he stays close!

Aksksk Fernando having long floppy ears and a big attitude ksks. He doesn't like Michael's tiger Seb and Seb alwsys tries to pounce him kwks. Idiots! Mark loves his bun tho!!