#he was so fucking obvious so he's not even that bad

[vampiresbloodx]

She tastes so sweet.

Pitfighter!vi going down on you for the first time and becoming addicted.

warnings: smut 18+ ONLY, vaginal fingering, semi public sex, bathroom sex, hook ups, clubs, alcohol, kissing, marking, service top!vi, reader has no confirmed gender but they're wearing a dress in this for the scenario reasons, vi is quiet a fuckboy, oral sex (reader receiving)

Vi has always had her fair sure of fun over the years, she wasn't new to this, after she wins a match she just really wants to fuck someone.

She goes to a club where she'll know exactly who to find, she's scanning the room where her eyes land on you, who happen to be dancing with their friends, enjoying yourself as you look so pretty.

Vi smirks.

That's the one.

You just looked so nice in that dress you were wearing, she just wanted to rip it off and see whats underneath, your smile is enough to make anyone swoon, she wonders if you even know those that eye you in the dark from afar when you aren't watching.

The loud music blasts in her ears as she takes a sip of her beer, everything was loud, but she liked it, she needed it.

She felt good and she wanted to make someone else feel good.

It's not the first time she's seen you around, she's spotted you before, she's just been watching you, keeping her eye on you, making sure you're okay, while your friends get shit faced drunk, you don't seem like the type to get drunk easily, maybe a little tipsy, but that happens with everyone after a few cups.

When she sees your friend whisper something in your ear she knew she was going to leave you alone, she didn't like that, not when she spotted a guy checking you out, was she doing the same thing? Yes, but that guy had red flags all over him, he was bad news.

Vi didn't trust him.

As soon as you were left alone, seemingly in your own world, enjoying the music, the guy makes his way to you, taking advantage of it. Immediately, vi places her drink back down as she walks through the crowd of drunk people.

Before the guy could even say anything to you, she grabbed a drink already and purposely bumped into him, spilling it all over him, he swore under his breath.

"damn, you should probably go clean that up" Vi said, staring him down, he should know vi wasn't playing around with you and he scoffed, cursing more as he stormed off.

Then there was you, still oblivious to the whole thing.

She taps you on the shoulder, causing you to jump slightly as you turned around, probably expecting your friend.

"hi?" You slurred, she smiled, thinking it was cute. "Have you seen Hannah? Is she back yet?" You ask.

Vi shakes her head, "sorry, dunno Hannah is."

"fuckin' bitch probably left me with some dick" you groaned in annoyance, she couldn't help but chuckle at that.

"I could accompany you, if you want", vi offered, she wanted to be smooth about this, not being to obvious that she wanted to get in your pants, but the way you raised your eyebrows at her and checked her out, your eyes roaming her entire body which made her heart flutter, she knew what you wanted.

Before she knows it, she's pushing you against the wall of the bathroom that smells like shit but she couldn't care less, all she focused on was the taste of your lips and how soft they felt against hers. She heard you chuckle, as she pushed your dress up, you held it up for her as she kissed her way down, leaving her marks, enjoying the way you squirmed for her and moaned, fuck, she needed you.

She places her fingers inside your panties to tease you, she moans at how wet you already were, you let out a moan as she dipped her finger easily inside your wet folds, you felt so good, she pumped her finger in and out of you slowly at first, you were a whining mess, your hands gripping her shoulders.

She watched you in awe, as she felt you clench around her, it was making her dizzy, she's never fucked someone this wet before, well, not in a long time.

She pulls her fingers out hearing you whine, she doesn't say anything but grins, bending down on her knees as she kisses down your stomach, just above your waist, you body was begging for it and so was you, she loved the way noises you made, it drove her insane.

Once she pulled off your underwear fully, it was soaked, she moaned at the sight of your pussy, how pretty it looked, how much it needed her. Her own core throbbed, as she leaned in, pressing a kiss to it as she licks up your slit, hearing you moan louder and grip her hair harder, she smirks.

Vi dips her tongue in between your folds, twirling it around and making you squeal and squirm, she was showing just how fucking good she was with her mouth and she wanted to make you come on her tongue. She knew you were close with how she purposely didn't let you come before on her fingers, she wanted to taste you instead, and my god, you taste wonderful.

She couldn't get enough.

She keeps going, her hands on your thighs to hold them up as she watches you, your head against the wall, your eyes closed, getting lost in the feeling as she can't help but feel cocky about it.

Her tongue goes to tease circles at your clit, you whined, pushing your face into her, you looked so pretty like this, looking like a complete mess, moaning and whining for her while she eats you out.

She knows how much you like it too.

Your grip gets tighter as she knows you're close, she just wanted to relish in this feeling, she finally got you where she always wanted. She couldn't help but feel more smug, knowing how easy she can make you cum, make you a crying mess for her, she's obsessed, really. She wants more. She pushes her tongue into you, hearing you gasp as she fucks you with her tongue, moaning at the taste, you whimper above her, riding her face as she's in heaven.

She watches you come with a cry of her name, not even caring how loud you are in the moment, she loves it, she loves every bit of it, she leans away, licking her lips as you stared at her in a daze with a smile, your hand still in her hair.

"you wanna come to mine, sweetheart?" She asks, you've never agreed to something so fast in your life.

[whokilledsamara]

I love your Homicipher hc, they are so good! Would you be willing to do some N/ SFW for Mr. Chopped too? Like you did for some of the others? I understand if you don't want to or if it makes you uncomfortable, thank you anyway!

MR. CHOPPED N/SFW HCS

a hc list of Mr. Chopped x reader {an: SORRY GUYS IM POSTING MAINLY HCS RN,,, fics for me take a lot longer than usual so im just posting hcs to atleast get some reach.}

warnings! : smut, cunnilingus/blowjob, idk,,, cuckhold

{an: freaky shit,,,, like hes just a head so its kinda hard to fuck. did give him a section for IF he had a body.. MAINLY HIM GIVING HEAD,, i didnt rly know how to write this im sorry!! def will write more tho,,, im into him ngl}

SFW

what it would be like to be in a relationship with Mr. Chopped.

it would be relatively hard to be in a relationship with him for obvious reasons, though not impossible!

the thought of you makes him happy, and especially when you hold him.

he would have Mr. Silvair help most of the time. usually for the romantic aspects of things though.

while Mr. Silvair doesnt quite understand the relationship, he is glad to help.

being a talking head will obviously raise a few insecurities, so just reassure him that you indeed do love him! he gets his feelings hurt easily.

he absolutely loves when you play with his hair. if you put bows in it or decorate it, that will make it all the more special for him.

the first time he bit you when he was sleeping, had him crying for hours. he felt so bad that he harmed you in any way, and it took a while for him to "recover"

he loves kisses! he always shouts things like "Up, Up" or "Desire, Carry!" just so he can kiss you.

if you manage to get a hold of make up or something, he would absolutely love for you to do his makeup. {he likes to feel pretty}

he is a very sensitive boy, also a crybaby. how cuuuttteee...

if Mr. Silvair gives him a body, {ignore that one ending... we dont talk about it} then he wpuld be even more excited to see you.

the moment he gets a body would mean so many hugs and affection as a thank you for saving him.

he gets picked on a lot by the others so he usually tries his best to come to you.

NSFW

sex...?

sex is definitely a hard concept with him.

while yes, it is possible, just not in the way intended.

you could see him more as a pure object for your pleasure honestly, and he wants that.

whether you are amab or afab, he is perfect for the situation.

ive seen this referenced by another writer, but he would be like a "rose toy" or a "fleshlight" as people call it.

its a secret pleasure to watch you go at it with someone else. {ex: Mr. Silvair or someone.}

if he is gifted a body though, he definitely will pay you back for saving him in the first place.

personally he would be a soft and sensual lover with his new body, rarely going rough unless specifically asked to.

he is more of a giving top. definitely not dominant but is a top. he cares more about your pleasure than his. though, he does get all giddy when you wish to go down on his or something.

he is open to literally anything you want, he would have very few limitations on what he would do, but everything is open for discussion.

again, definitely either wants to watch you have sex with someone else, OR wants someone else to watch you and him go at it. {he would prefer Silvair.}

he definitely likes when you pull his hair or use him. will be submissive sometimes.

he is the type to cry during sex...

omfmg i love him sm

{ made by @whokilledsamara }

[itachiiwrites]

𐙚 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄¡!

cw. 18+ flithy smut, Sub!Gojo, Dom!Reader, Enemies to lovers, gojo is a virgin and the word loser is used a lot.

AcademicRival!Satoru believed he'll have a merry time getting paired with you for your upcoming assignment, afterall, you were fun to pick on and he adored the way the vein would pop on your forehead after he says something to completely throw you off the tracks. His plan was to make you do all the work while he gets on your nerves to pass his time.

Satoru prides himself in being jack of all trades, he's the captain of the collegiate basketball team, student body president, has 4.0 GPA in his astrophysics major and is on the dean's list, his stunning good looks were to kill for and to add to those never ending positive attributes he's filthy rich, if it wasn't so obvious by his sports car's raging engine whenever he drifts it around in the campus. Gojo Satoru was a star. Gojo Satoru was game.

Admirers and people lining up for him was no big of a deal, it is the routine when you're him. You're one of the many people who find him fascinating, find him attractive (which was something you would never admit to, even if a ceiling fell over you) but still, why was he shaking his legs underneath the table while he watches the furrow of your brow focused on the screen in his dorm room? He's way too distracted to read this paper about Aesthetics and Marxism—he only took up sociology because it was a humanities requirement within his course and also because he was utterly, out of his mind bored.

Feeling the burning gaze of his abnormally blue eyes, you slam your fist onto the table and anyone who was in their right mind would be able to decipher that your expression was twisted in unfiltered annoyance, the mask of a small, pleasant smile as your veins popped on your forehead was failing miserably. "We could get a lot done if you didn't think this was a staring contest"

"Wow, really? I did think it was a staring contest with how boring all this is" He mocked knowing it would only agitate you further, his eyes shamelessly trailed over the plushness of your thighs and how the skirt fabric sat on top of it, his thoughts were digressing, wondering about the colour of your pant—

"What are you looking at, pervert..?" You point it out to break the unholy chain of his thoughts immediately, his eyes widened by being caught off-guard, evading away to focus on the papers in front of him, lasering his eyes to aim at understand at whatever 'Russian constructivism' meant, his fist gripped the pencil tighter and tighter as he felt unbelievably panicked at being caught, the trance of embarrassment breaking away along with a sharp 'snap' of the pencil.

With a faltering attempt to maintain his cockiness, Satoru looked at you. "Just looking at how much of a loser you look, even broke a pencil because it's annoying how nerdy you dress" a painful roll of his eyes followed by, but his ventures to cover the way he felt were too poor and what was the parameter? The goddamned seductive smile on your pretty lips.

Gojo Satoru was game, but he was a fucking virgin.

"Lying is not going to save your ass, I can literally see the tent in your pants, what are you..a teenager..?" The mockery in your eyes and the superiority you had over him in that very moment was enough to make him let go of his guards and feel his knees buck. You were beautiful and he was so pathetically down bad for that.

"Unlike you, I have many things to excel at..who has time for something as stupid as this anyway" You had to give some kudos for the fact that his voice remained balanced despite the throbbing erection in his pants, and you made a face with slanting pursed lips that was to show him you believed him, although anyone could tell you didn't.

"what is with that face? You think you're better than me? What do you know about sex, having your cute nose burried in those stupid books all day.." And that statement makes you raise your brow, Satoru Gojo, called you cute? This was something, this was when he knew he messed up and you had all the power.

"Why don't I show it to you then? You wanna be a loser in this one area? Come on.. you're better than that, right?" Satoru gulped, the offer was beyond tempting, all those fantasies he ran his mind for while wrapping his hand around his cock in his dark dorm room, relieving himself while yearning for the warmth for your mouth and cunt—finally had the chance to be fleshed out to life. It was tempting indeed but what about his ego?

"Sure, I bet you suck at this too" He huffed a laugh with his faux confidence, only to be miserably proved wrong within a few minutes.

"Please— fuck! Your mouth feels so good.." He breathed heavily with an almost violent rise and fall of his chest, his legs sprawled wide as he was on the couch of his room and you, his beautiful arch-nemesis was skillfully using his cock like it was your personal toy. Satoru didn't feel he was being sucked off for his pleasure, he was being sucked off to be proven of the fact that you were in control here.

He reached his trembling hands to tangle within your locks as you let a thick glob of your spit fall onto his tip with a grin, tantalisingly rubbing it on your glossed lips. "Better than your stupid fist right?" And he moans at that degradation, his eyes marbeling with glassy tears, your pride swelled more than anything.

"Ever seen tits in real life? Or are you that much of a loser to have Inoue Waka as your wallpaper.." You teased further, unbuttoning your blouse and unfastening your bra from the front to spill out your breasts and Satoru's brain simply short circuits the moment the cushiness of your tits gather around his cock and he feels the tightening sting on his abdomen, dripping out loads of his cum onto your tits, painting you like the masterpiece you were with thick ribbons of his ejaculate.

You hum, licking a long strip from his base, swirling your hot tongue around his softening, sensitive frenum as he is limp by the pleasure.

"There's no way you're this good.." He spoke, almost sounding as if something unbelievable happened, almost angry.

"Such a good boy 'Toru.." You giggle in response, kissing his abdomen and he feels pathetically, helplessly in love with you.

Gojo Satoru was game, but you were a roulette.

[rebelssvy]

drunk and needy

astumu x reader

LABELS: tipsy ego atsumu. sex. smut. he’s a flirt in this. *consensual sex duhhhhh

-my ushi fic is blowing up rn so go check it out!!!

stumbling through your shared apartment you found your roommate and his friend aran. you didn’t know either of them well at all. you had only been sharing an apartment with the setter for about two months now.

he was the type of guy that was intimidating. someone you chose to watch from a distance.

“s-so sorry about him. i can put him to bed. we just went out for drinks…” aran voiced as he helped his friend through your shared door way.

the professional volleyball player never seemed one to put away a drink. at least not in this manner. his eyes were litted low, and his cheeks glowed of rose colored blush.

he was conscious, more tipsy then drunk if anything.

“it’s ok, you’ve done enough. i can help out and get him to his room. get home safe.” you motioned patting a friendly hand on arans chest. before taking atsumu’s hand in yours.

“oh- ok! have a good night.” aran said while dismissing himself.

you and atsumu weren’t ever really that close. knowing surface level facts about him. and sharing your daily conversations. but you never really knew him.

“fuckkkkk…” he groaned out following behind you. hand still in yours.

you turned around to the man, seeing if there was a problem.

your eyes were met with a gaze you had never seen before.

you continued on to his room finally forcing him to sit on the edge of the bed.

you turned around to leave, but something stopped you. he suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist.

“y/nn… your so hot- fuck.” he said out of the blue. your heart stopped. did he really think that?

“you don’t even know it but you turn me on so bad. even just looking at your ass when you dragged me here. fuck- it gave me a boner.” he stated looking up at you. hands firm on your body.

“atsumu, you don’t mean that your just drunk.” you say in a serious tone.

“oh but i do mean it. and im not drunk. i just had some shots awhile ago. i pissed it out of my system.” he said in a vulgar tone.

what was his deal?

………..

but there he had you. doggy style. ass up as he pounded you from behind. your roommate that you had led to his room moments ago now had his cock in your gummy walls.

“fuck i knew you wanted this cock. your so fucking obvious with the way you look at me. you always wanted me to fuck you isn’t that right?” he said through pounds.

you really shouldn’t be doing this.

“nn..just shut up-“ you moaned out. you didn’t have anything to say. embarrassing enough as it is he had control of you right now.

“cmon y/n you know you like it” he said.

he was so dramatic.

you cletched at his words regardless. because you really did like it.

“ohh.. fuck- i felt that. you do like it huh baby..?” saying with a hard slap to your ass.

you grabbed at your sheets whatever you could claw at.

“mmm- yea. you like all of me don’t you. i notice the way you stare at me.” he pushed your back down making your arch more significant.

you could feel his cock everywhere.

the sensation was tooooo overwhelming.

“atsumu…” you moaned out.

“i know your almost there… cum on my cock baby girl. cmon.” he said plunging his length in and out of you.

“your such a pretty girl. you know it too. we would make su- ch a cute couple.” he groaned out.

your drool was starting to collect on the sheets.

you felt the coil in your core. you were really close. it was all. too. much.

his pace sped up, and his cock his deeper then before.

“mmm- yea cmon baby. cum on my cock.” he groaned giving your ass another slap.

before you knew it your body pulsed around his length. squeezing him, aching for him to stay inside you.

“f-fuck.” he moaned out. your gummy walls clenched around him.

you blabbered out randoms about how he was so hot and so so good.

his ego was on a next level high.

he stayed in you barley pulling out in time. cumming on your ass.

he stared at your fucked out expression.

“cmon doll dontcha’ think we would be a cute couple.” he said in a playful tone as if he didn’t just fuck your brains out.

……………………………………………………………………………….

- this could be so much better idk. help me.

[nmakii]

maki i beg you to write rin and s/o that also has sibling issues.. like not the "oh my sibling also left me lolol" issues like.. they're always gonna be in their sibling's shadow no matter what they do.. and their sibling absolutely hates their guts.. please..

I THINK I’VE SEEN THIS FILM BEFORE

— rin itoshi x reader with sibling issues

on behalf of older siblings, i side with sae :x

— rin itoshi

rins having one of those moments where he’s rethinking everything,,, like, he starts rethinking all about the times he’s been harsh to you. lowk start feeling bad :x

he’d try to be nicer. keyword: try. if you’re doing something braindead stupid, hes still gonna call you out hahaha

he’ll be more encouraging—ish… whenever you’re half-assing something (like example studies…), he wont be as harsh as he is with like bachira and the top 3… he’d go like “cmon… you know how to solve this. …do you need a hint..?”

and if on the very un-rare occasion, you do something that pisses him off, he would… do nothing! i know, shocking. he lobs u after all <3

this is only like… 1/4 because he feels bad for you and how your family’s treated you, and 3/4 because he wants to become the person he wanted sae to be.

hehe its actually pretty healing for the both of you. sometimes if the atmosphere is light and kind enough, you might even get him to smile a little bit :x <3

12:45. and you and rin were still up, studying for your math exam tomorrow.

“ugh..! i cant do it, rin. i don’t get it! y’know what? ill just fail..!” you frown, head in your hands. rin sighs. he really wanted to go to sleep, but he promised you that he’d help you prepare, and he has to follow through.

“d—ugh… dont be negative. i know you’ll be able to pass.” he pats you on the head. “do you wanna… review the concepts one more time, and solve one more problem before bed? i can help you study one more time in the library, okay?” he offered.

“mm… i need a breakkk..!” you groan. a break would mean having to stay up later… “i… fine… i need a break too…” rin groans. “..! what the hell does that mean..?!” you lash out at him, face pouty with a frown.

“…im joking. but, i am getting tired…” he says. he takes note of your guilty face. “i… sorry for keeping you up, rin… after this, you can sleep…”

fuck.

that face was making him feel guilty. “i didn’t mean it like that. im just saying its late, and you need to sleep early if you want your brain functioning.” he rested his hand on your shoulder. “cmon, let’s take a five-minute break and get back to this. okay?”

you nodded.

1:36. you were finally done, and much more confident than you were an hour ago. “yes, i got it!” you cheered. rin’s lips curled up at your enthusiasm. “it’s late now. get plenty of rest, okay? don’t panic, and just do your best.” he says.

you look at him like a child at their new pet; full of adoration and affection. you quickly ambush him with a tight hug, causing rin to wheeze out, the air in his lungs being kicked out in an instant. “ack..! ghh..! l..let me go…” rin heaves.

eventually, you do let go, choosing to move to a looser hug around his neck. “thank you, rin…” you smile. something in your gratitude stirs rin’s heart. as if the past was gone, and all that was left was the future.

“i..it’s no problem, okay? just go rest already, you need sleep…” his words and body language conflicting; his words pushing you away, and his hands pulling you closer as his lips find the crown of your head. he reluctantly lets you go sooner or later and helps you to clean up the various papers and textbooks.

as rin puts away his belongings, you cuddle up with him. “my favorite private tutor…” you snicker. rin rolls his eyes. “private tutor? that implies im getting paid to do this for you…” he frowns. “what?! my payment is my love for you..! isn’t that enough..?!” you argue back.

rin tried to hide the laugh that comes from his throat, but it’s quite obvious from the smile on his face. “…fine, i guess so. but, a little more loving wouldn’t hurt either.”

[skywalkerslvt]

WRISTUSSY I NEED MORE WTAF

Webbed-Peter Parker x AFAB Reader

❥Pairing: Peter Parker x AFAB reader

❥CW: smut, p in v, inappropriate use of web shooters (wristussy), sub peter, reader is a desperate whore, strip tease? peter is an oblivious idiot, 4.7k words

❥Summary: after many failed attempts at trying to get peter to realize how bad you wanna fuck him, you resort to using his web shooters (his wristussy).

❥a/n: ty for the request!! so glad people are actually enjoying my slightly unhinged fic lol. hope u like what i wrote!! asks are currently open so feel free to send in more <3 part 1 is linked here but u don't have to read it in order to understand this fic.

The dim glow of the desk lamp illuminated the space between you and Peter, casting a warm, golden hue over his focused expression as he sat hunched over his homework. His brow furrowed, a slight crease between his eyes as he scribbled down equations, his mind completely absorbed in the task. The only sound in the room was the soft scratching of his pencil against the paper and the low hum of the air conditioner. It was almost peaceful—almost too peaceful, and definitely too quiet for you, especially with the way your mind kept wandering.

You sat on the couch beside him, a few feet away, your legs stretched out casually in front of you. But as you watched him, so deep in his work, you couldn’t help but feel a small frustration simmering beneath the surface. You had been trying to get his attention for the last twenty minutes, but Peter was completely oblivious, his focus entirely on his assignment.

You shifted slightly, making sure your movements were subtle, quiet. You weren’t going to outright demand his attention; no, you wanted him to notice you—without realizing he was being distracted. So, you decided to start small, to test the waters.

Your foot slid from the floor, inching closer to his chair. Slowly, as nonchalantly as you could manage, you brushed the inside of your foot against his calf, letting the soft, tender skin of your foot glide up the length of his leg. It was the most delicate of touches, a subtle nudge, but just enough to send a spark through your own body as you felt the contact. You held your breath, hoping that he’d at least look up or acknowledge the movement, but he didn’t.

Peter didn’t even flinch. His pencil kept moving, scribbling across the page in perfect rhythm. You exhaled softly, biting your lip in frustration as your foot lingered there, gently caressing the side of his leg. His leg was warm under your touch, and you couldn’t help but revel in the feeling of his muscles flexing as he shifted in his seat. Still, no reaction. He hadn’t noticed.

You sighed quietly, your foot brushing a little higher, inching upward along his calf, the motion soft but deliberate. It was a teasing touch—nothing obvious, just enough to make him aware of your presence, but it still didn’t seem to reach him. His gaze stayed fixed on his work, brows knitted in concentration. It was like you weren’t even there.

The frustration began to bubble up in you, but you fought to keep it hidden. This was supposed to be playful, lighthearted. Maybe he hadn’t felt it yet, or maybe—just maybe—he was so wrapped up in his homework that he didn’t even realize what was happening. That idea should’ve been enough to deter you, but it only made you more determined to keep trying.

Your foot moved once more, pushing slightly against his calf, a little firmer this time. Still, Peter’s reaction was nonexistent. The pencil continued to move, and his eyes never wavered from the page. You could almost hear the sound of his focused breathing, the soft rustling of the paper as he turned it, marking down his next answer.

For a moment, you paused, trying to decide your next move. This subtle game wasn’t getting you anywhere—Peter was too engrossed in his work to notice you. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, watching as his jaw clenched in concentration, his hand gripping his pencil with an almost too-serious intensity. The way he looked so absorbed in his world made you feel like you were practically invisible, and that realization only deepened your frustration.

Your foot pulled away from him, the touch fading, and you sighed again. Maybe you needed to do something else, something a little more direct. But for now, you waited—watching, wondering if he would even notice that you were still sitting there, so close, but so far from his attention.

Frustration was building in your chest, but you were determined not to let it show. Your foot had barely made an impact, and Peter was still wrapped up in his homework, completely oblivious to the subtle attempts at gaining his attention. You’d given it a fair shot, but clearly, your foot wasn’t going to do the trick. You needed to be more direct—maybe then you’d actually get him to notice you.

Sitting back on the couch, you crossed your legs in a slow, deliberate motion, letting the silk of your shorts slide against your skin. The casual, easy stretch felt good, and you let your gaze wander over to Peter once more. He was still hunched over his desk, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, completely absorbed. His fingers worked quickly, writing down notes, and his brow furrowed with the intensity that always seemed to consume him when he was in full study mode.

A small smirk tugged at your lips. If anything, you’d gotten used to the way Peter could focus, could shut out everything around him when he had a task in front of him. But tonight, you weren’t going to be content with sitting back and waiting. You wanted him—wanted him to see you.

You shifted in your seat again, this time letting the movement be more noticeable, just enough for him to catch it out of the corner of his eye. “You know,” you started, your voice casual, yet laced with something a little more playful, “it must be tough, working so hard all the time. You don’t really take breaks, do you?”

Peter didn’t look up from his homework, his pencil still moving furiously across the page as he muttered, “Uh-huh, yeah. I know… gotta get this stuff done.”

A small laugh escaped your lips, but it wasn’t a happy one. More like the sound of someone trying to keep their patience in check. You leaned back on the couch, extending your legs out slowly, letting the fabric of your shorts slide up just a little higher as you stretched again, making sure he would catch a glimpse of your smooth skin. “I get it,” you continued, your tone softer now, a little more suggestive. “But, you know, all that hard work… it must make you tense, huh? I mean, with all the stress, your muscles probably get pretty tight. I could help you relax a bit, if you wanted…”

Peter barely glanced over at you, giving you only the briefest acknowledgment. His eyes flickered up for a split second, but not enough to truly register what you were saying. “Uh-huh. Yeah. I’m fine, though. Just gotta finish this up,” he mumbled, his focus immediately back on his notes.

You bit your lip, fighting to suppress the rising wave of frustration. You were right there—so close to making him notice. And yet, the distraction you’d so carefully orchestrated fell completely flat. You wanted to roll your eyes, but instead, you tried to keep your composure. It was fine, really. You had more tricks up your sleeve.

Still, you pushed yourself a little further, trying to keep the mood light, but with just the right touch of flirtation. “I don’t know,” you continued, your voice dropping lower, the words more deliberate now. “I heard it’s really good for you to take breaks, you know… Do you ever let someone take care of you? Maybe someone who could help you unwind… Maybe even in a more relaxing way?”

There was no response this time, other than a quick, distracted sound of acknowledgment from Peter. “Yeah, yeah, that sounds nice,” he muttered. “But I’m almost done with this. Just one more page…”

You stared at him for a moment, disbelief washing over you. He was so absorbed, so laser-focused, that he hadn’t even caught the implication in your words. Your patience was wearing thin, and the ache in your body from wanting his attention was beginning to become unbearable. You leaned forward slightly, your voice sweet but with just a hint of something else. “You know, a real break could be something a little more... personal. Don’t you think?” you teased, allowing the words to linger in the air between you.

Peter’s pencil scratched on the paper again, and he gave you another absentminded “uh-huh” in response. His eyes didn’t lift from his work.

You couldn’t help the little frustrated sigh that escaped your lips. Every single attempt you’d made had failed, and here he was, acting like you weren’t even in the room. What would it take to get his attention?

You sat there, a little defeated for a moment, watching him work diligently while your thoughts spiraled, your desire for him only growing stronger. It was starting to feel like you were invisible, as if he didn’t even realize that you were here—right here beside him. That stung more than you expected it would.

But you weren’t going to give up that easily. If words couldn’t do it, maybe a more direct approach would.

Frustration continued to simmer inside you as Peter sat at his desk, completely absorbed in his homework, completely oblivious to everything around him. Your earlier attempts to distract him—subtle hints and flirtations—had been ignored with barely a glance. His focus was razor-sharp, too focused on the assignments in front of him to notice you.

But maybe a more direct approach would work. At this point, you were willing to try anything to snap him out of it.

You stood up from the couch, trying not to let the frustration show on your face. You knew exactly what you were going to do. You had a plan now, a way to grab his attention. You made your way to his room, your mind already running through the steps. Reaching into his dresser, you pulled out one of his oversized shirts—a familiar, soft cotton tee. It wasn’t your usual choice, but you knew it would do the trick.

You glanced back at him, noting how deeply engrossed he was in his homework, not even sparing you a glance. You took a deep breath and stepped back into the living room, standing right next to his desk. You felt a slight nervous thrill as you stood there, his back turned to you.

This was it. You had to be bold.

You stood there for a moment, just for the effect, making sure he could hear the sound of you taking off your shorts. Slowly, you slid them down your legs, letting them drop to the floor with a soft rustle of fabric. Without breaking your stride, you tugged your panties off next, leaving yourself in nothing but his oversized shirt.

You stood still for a moment, letting the silence hang in the air, and gave a slow, deliberate stretch, feeling the fabric of the shirt pull tight over your body, its hem brushing just high enough that he could catch a glimpse of your bare thighs if he looked.

You did everything you could to make sure he noticed, but still, Peter didn’t seem to notice at all. His eyes remained locked on the papers in front of him, oblivious to the subtle show you were putting on. You almost couldn’t believe it. Had he really not seen what you were doing?

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, you cleared your throat and asked, your voice smooth but tinged with impatience, “What are you doing?”

Peter glanced over at you, his eyebrows furrowing in mild confusion as he looked you up and down. His gaze lingered on your body for a beat longer than necessary, but his attention seemed to snap back to his desk almost immediately.

“What are you doing?” he asked again, genuinely puzzled.

You leaned against the desk with a smirk, keeping your tone casual, but there was a trace of challenge in your voice as you answered, “Getting more comfortable.” The words hung in the air between you, but he still didn’t seem to pick up on the intent behind them.

Peter stared at you for a second, a vague look of confusion on his face, before shrugging, almost dismissively. “Oh, okay. Alright.” He glanced at your exposed legs once more, then immediately turned his focus back to his homework, seemingly unfazed by the fact that you were standing there in just his shirt, fully exposed and very much not what he expected.

You felt a frustrated sigh escape your lips. Was he seriously this oblivious?

This wasn’t working. But you weren’t going to give up that easily.

You couldn’t take it anymore. He was completely oblivious, and you were tired of waiting. So tired.

Peter was always so absorbed in his homework, always so focused. But this time, you were done being patient. You were done with his cluelessness.

You took a deep breath and stood up, walking with purpose over to where he was seated at his desk. His back was still turned to you, head bent over his papers. He didn’t hear you approach, and before he could notice, you stood behind him, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders.

He flinched slightly at the sudden contact but didn’t pull away. You pressed yourself against him, the warmth of your body seeping into his. You leaned forward, your lips brushing lightly against his ear as you whispered, your voice soft but insistent, “You should take a break.”

He didn’t respond at first, too focused on his homework. You could feel the tension in his shoulders, his concentration far too deep to notice what you were suggesting. You were so fed up.

“Peter,” you said, the words almost dripping with annoyance but tinged with something else—something more dangerous. “Come on, you’ve been at this for hours. Just take a break.”

He gave a soft grunt, shaking his head. “I just have to finish something. Just a few more minutes,” he mumbled, his voice distant and distracted.

That was it. You weren’t going to beg him for his attention anymore. You didn’t have time for his homework and his distractions anymore.

You kissed the side of his neck, pressing your lips gently to the soft skin just beneath his ear. He stiffened at the sudden contact, the unexpected kiss sending a shiver down his spine. But you didn’t stop there. Slowly, you moved your lips down the curve of his neck, your kisses trailing along his skin, teasing him. You could feel his pulse quicken under your touch, the effect you had on him undeniable.

You couldn’t resist anymore. You recalled the last time you two had done it, how sensitive his wrist was around his web shooter. How when you’d touched that spot, that sensitive area just around his web shooter, he’d whimpered.

The memory flashed through your mind, the way he had barely been able to keep it together as his webbing shot out, making everything so much more intense. And now, with him still too focused on his homework, you had the perfect opportunity to make him feel something other than his assignments.

You ran your hand down his arm, brushing past the soft fabric of his shirt until you reached his wrist. He tensed slightly under your touch but didn’t pull away. With a smirk, you lightly ran your fingers in circles over the spot where his web shooter was. You felt him shudder, his body responding instinctively, a soft whimper escaping his lips.

“Peter,” you murmured, kissing just beneath his ear, your breath warm against his skin. You kept your fingers moving, teasing him lightly, feeling him lean into your touch despite himself.

For a moment, he stayed still, and you thought maybe you’d pushed him too far. But then, with a sharp intake of breath, he finally got it. His head snapped back, and he let out a soft, desperate whimper as he turned his head toward you.

“I—shit, I—” He gasped as you pressed harder, the sensation overwhelming him in the best way. “W-wait… what are you doing?”

You smirked, your lips grazing the sensitive skin of his neck, barely holding back your amusement. “You think you’re the only one who’s been waiting?”

His breath caught in his throat, his body trembling as the realization hit. His hands clenched on the desk, his gaze finally locking with yours. The hesitation in his eyes was gone now, replaced with something much darker, much needier.

And that was all you needed to see.

You could practically feel the shift in the air as Peter's body tensed under your touch. His eyes locked onto yours, and for the first time in hours, his attention wasn’t on his homework. It was all on you now.

"Please," he murmured, the urgency in his voice impossible to ignore. "Please don't stop." His hands reached for you, but he was still hesitant, unsure whether to pull you closer or give you space. His voice cracked slightly as he added, "I—I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I didn't realize—"

You cut him off, pressing your lips against his neck once more, this time more forcefully. He was a mess—just like you wanted. The sound of his breath, ragged and desperate, drove you wild. You continued rubbing over the sensitive spot on his wrist, feeling his webbing pulse beneath your fingers, his body betraying him, desperate for release.

"Finally figured it out, huh?" you whispered with a smirk, your hand moving lower, trailing down his arm to his chest. You brushed your lips across his, teasing him with the slightest pressure. He tilted his head, desperate to kiss you, but you pulled away just enough to keep him on edge.

"I—I'm sorry," he repeated, his voice low and husky, an almost pleading tone in it. "I should’ve... I should’ve been paying attention to you."

You let out a soft laugh, the sound both playful and sultry. "You think?" You could see how badly he wanted to make it up to you, how desperate he was to finally get things right.

But you weren’t going to let him off the hook that easily.

You moved again, your lips trailing down to the side of his jaw, kissing along his pulse point. Slowly, you slid your body against his, feeling the heat radiating off him. His breath hitched, his eyes fluttering shut at the contact.

"Don't worry, Peter," you murmured, your voice honeyed with teasing sweetness. "I’ll make sure you’re paying attention to me now. All of me."

Before he could respond, you ran your hand further down his arm, skimming lightly over his chest, feeling his breath hitch at every touch. His skin was warm beneath your fingertips, the tension between you both building with each passing second.

His eyes opened wide, his lips parting slightly in surprise as you shifted to sit on his lap, your body pressing against his, your hands finding the back of his neck to pull him into another kiss—this one hot, deep, desperate. You could feel him melting into you, his body softening under the pressure of your touch.

And just when he thought he could take it, when his body was almost pleading for more, you stopped.

You pulled back, looking at him with a mischievous smile. His eyes were wide, his chest rising and falling quickly with each breath. "I think we’re done with your homework, don’t you?" You slid your fingers over the edge of his web shooter, giving it a gentle but insistent push.

Peter's mouth parted, and a strained whimper fell from his lips. "Please, just... please, I can’t take it anymore."

You grinned, feeling victorious. "Good boy," you whispered, moving against him again, this time with purpose, as you both gave in to the tension that had built between you.

His hands moved faster now, running over your body with urgency, exploring every inch of you. His lips were on yours again, pulling you into a kiss that spoke of every ounce of desire he’d been holding back. Every touch was desperate, every kiss rough and needy. He wasn’t holding back now. And neither were you.

You could feel the shift in the energy, the tension between you both escalating, and a decision clicked in your mind. If Peter was finally paying attention, then it was time to move this to where it needed to be.

You pulled away from his lips, eyes locking with his, the electricity between you undeniable. Without saying a word, you stood from his lap, your fingers trailing across his chest, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. You didn’t give him a chance to speak, instead, guiding him gently to his feet.

“Come on,” you said, your voice thick with desire, pulling him toward the bedroom. His gaze flickered between your face and your body, his breath ragged, following you like a man desperate for release.

Once you reached the bedroom, you turned to him and didn’t waste any time. Your fingers slid up the fabric of your shirt, pulling it over your head slowly, deliberately. You could feel his eyes on you, hungry, as he took in the sight of your body exposed to him.

Peter swallowed hard, the tension in his posture telling you everything you needed to know. His hands were trembling slightly, but his need for you far outweighed his uncertainty.

“I—” His voice faltered, but he didn’t finish the sentence.

You moved toward him, pressing your body against his, guiding his hands to your waist, feeling the heat of him against you. His fingers tightened around your hips, pulling you closer as you both stood there, caught in the moment.

“Do you want this?” you asked softly, your breath coming in short gasps as your hands moved to the buttons of his shirt. You felt him nod, but his words caught in his throat.

“I do,” he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper, but the raw need in it was unmistakable.

You smirked, lips brushing over his ear as you whispered, “Then show me.”

Before he could react, you pushed him gently onto the bed. His back hit the mattress with a soft thud, and you climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. His hands immediately moved to your back, his fingers tracing the curve of your spine, pulling you closer as his lips found yours again. The kiss was slower this time, more deliberate, as though neither of you wanted to waste a second.

You felt him harden beneath you, and the realization hit you both at the same time. This wasn’t just a game anymore. It was real. And neither of you were holding back.

You could feel the heat building between you, your body moving against his as you guided his hands to where you wanted them. “Touch me,” you breathed, and Peter didn’t need another word of instruction. His hands were everywhere, roaming over your body, learning what you liked, what made you react.

You could feel his desperation, his eagerness to please you, and you let him. Slowly, your lips moved down his neck, tasting his skin as you started to unbutton his pants. His breath was ragged, his hands slipping from your body only to tug at the waistband of his jeans, pulling them off in one swift motion.

You didn’t waste any time. As you moved to straddle his hips again, you let your hands slide lower, your fingers teasing the waistband of his boxers before pulling them down in a single motion. His cock sprang free, hard and ready, and you couldn’t resist a small smile as you looked at him.

Peter’s hands moved to your hips, holding you still, but the hunger in his eyes was obvious. He wanted more, and you were more than willing to give it to him.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” you whispered as you leaned down to kiss him once more, the urgency now palpable.

He groaned into your mouth, his hands moving to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as he guided you onto him. Your body moved, grinding against his, feeling the slow burn build up as you rode him gently at first, teasing him just like he had teased you.

But this time, you weren’t stopping.

You moved slowly, feeling the way Peter’s body reacted to each subtle shift of your weight. You could tell he was already close, his breath shallow, his hands gripping the sheets as if he was trying to hold on to his control. You knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, and neither were you, but you wanted to make this last—make him feel every second of it.

Your hands moved up his chest, feeling the hard muscles under your fingers, before your gaze dropped down to his wrist. His web-shooters, hidden beneath the skin, were perfectly aligned with his pulse, and you knew exactly how to make him lose himself in the moment. You’d discovered that one night when he’d been particularly sensitive, and now you knew how to tease him, how to stroke his wrists in just the right way that would drive him wild.

Peter’s moans had grown more frantic as your hips rocked slowly against his, and you smirked as you leaned down, pressing your lips to his ear. “You’re so close, Pete,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. “I know you can’t last much longer. Just a little more.”

His body tensed, his hands clutching at your waist, trying to pull you closer. “Please… I can’t…” he gasped, his voice strained as he fought to hold back.

You could feel the way his body pulsed beneath you, his breath erratic. You brushed your fingers over the web-shooters on his wrist, making sure to apply just the right amount of pressure. You felt the subtle flex of his muscles as it responded to your touch, knowing it would push him further into madness. You kept a steady rhythm, teasing him, making sure he was right on the edge but not giving him what he needed just yet.

His breathing hitched, and you could see him biting down on his lip, fighting the urge to fall apart. “Please… I need—” His words trailed off as his body spasmed beneath you, the tension building with every second.

You didn’t stop, though. You leaned forward, kissing his neck gently as you continued to move against him, slow but steady, feeling the heat building in your body. Your hand moved again, fingers trailing down his arm to where his web-shooters were, knowing the sensitive spot where you could push him over the edge.

You lightly rubbed your thumb over his wrist, just enough to make him whimper, his body bucking beneath you in response. “Please… don’t stop,” he begged, his voice barely a whisper as his grip tightened on your hips.

You smirked, feeling a surge of power knowing how much he was enjoying it, how much you had him at your mercy. “You don’t need to worry, Pete,” you murmured, your voice sultry and low. “I’m not stopping until I know you’ve had enough.”

His eyes shut tight, and his body trembled beneath yours as the wave of pleasure started to build again, stronger than before. You could feel the way he was slowly unraveling, his hands now digging into your skin, pulling you closer as his control slipped away entirely. And just as his body started to tense up, you pushed him further, your thumb pressing against the web-shooter again, just as he gasped, his back arching.

The next moment, Peter came—hard. His body jerked beneath you as his wrist tensed, firing off webs instinctively with the same intensity as his orgasm. You could feel the way his muscles clenched, and you held him, moving with him, making sure he felt every inch of it.

He let out a strained, breathless moan, unable to hold back as his body gave in to the overwhelming sensation. The webbing shot out from his wrists, splashing against the sheets beneath you, and you stayed with him, riding out his climax, making sure he felt it all.

When it was over, Peter lay there, gasping for air, his body still twitching with the aftershocks of pleasure. You pulled him close, your lips finding his in a soft kiss. “You did so good, Pete,” you whispered, feeling him relax beneath you, a contented sigh escaping his lips.

Peter finally opened his eyes, looking up at you with a dazed, satisfied smile. “You always know how to make me lose it,” he muttered, his voice hoarse.

You chuckled, running your fingers through his hair. “I know what you like, Pete,” you teased. “Always have.”

[frogchiro]

If you're still up to do some college au! Could we have a part 2 for the krauser one where there's next time/next attempt to make reader his? I've been living for the krauser content especially the college au! It's so unserious and entertaining to read! <3

Ahh thank you dear! I honestly love the college au too! I've never done anything like this before so it's like a breath of fresh air for me ;;

Tbh I see Krauser as being just as relentless in his advances as Leon just less pathetic and whiny; I wouldn't exactly call him a macho man but he definitely considers himself to be a 'real man' (whatever the fuck that means) and real men don't whine for pussy! (at least that's what he kept telling himself lol)

It's not stalking, he swears it's not, but maybe it's a strange coincidence that he knows where you usually hang out alone or with Ashley or even with the rest of your friends. Jack is just very aware of his surroundings and he kind of just gravitates towards you (h/c) head and your sweet giggle whenever he hears it, it just comes natural for him.

This was one of those times where he accidentally spotted you sitting in a cozy little cafe, tucked away from the usual hustle and bustle of the town so it was much less crowded. His huge and bulky figure was hard to miss for obvious reasons, his face bisected by the gnarly scars even more so, but you were quite engrossed in whatever you were doing on your laptop to the point where you completely missed the moment of Krauser ordering his coffee and standing right over you, only noticing him when his large body threw a shadow over you.

He almost grinned when your surprised face morphed into a small, questioning frown, not smiling but not grimacing either which Jack took for a damn good sign and using the opportunity he asked if he could sit with you to which you agreed, your confusion growing. It's not like you will tell him to fuck off outright, it's not like Jack did anything bad to you, it's just that he hangs with the not so pleasant crowd and you still remember his advances towards you and Ashley from a few nights ago.

I feel like he'd try to change his approach to you a bit! He's still a cocky sleaze, don't get me wrong; ego through the damn roof and he still jerks off to the upskirt pics Luis took of you but after he realized that you shoot down those very direct advances immediately he knew it was time for a change of tactics, he didn't want to spook you away.

He remembered how Luis gushed and praised you to high heaven about how you helped with his paper, how it was only thanks to you that he didn't fail the subject and it was what got Jack thinking. You obviously shut down any very direct flirting, but what seemed receptive to helping others...Maybe you will help him? Krauser is very much aware that he's not the smartest, in fact he's pretty sure that the only thing keeping him from failing is his old man's money and influence and his sports scholarship, so for him to ask you to tutor him wouldn't be that out of the blue...

[coffin-ramblings]

In your opinion, what makes Andrew's interest in Ashley romantic rather than just sexual? Love your analyses and wanted your expert opinion, bc personally I'm kinda on the fence about it

I am very flattered that you like my analysts and consider me an expert! It is a great honor to be told that.

The first evidence Andrew is romantically in love with Ashley is this dialogue back in Episode 1. This was actually one of the big reasons why I did not check out Episode 2 for a long while because of how fucking weird Andrew is. I already knew he was weird and actually down bad for Ashley, but that moment really shows how deeply fucked up this guy is. What do you mean you think it's too romantic to commit suicide by jumping off the balcony with your sister? Even Ashley thinks he's weird there.

And then he explains that he thinks it's romantic because that'd mean their bodies would be be entangled together and have to be buried in the same coffin. Despite this, he likes that Ashley wants to join him, which wow, okay dude.

We now fast forward to chapter 2, where we get a lot more of incestuous hints from Andrew.

The first obvious one that you will always see is Andrew checking on Ashley because she's obviously in a bad mood having their burglary thwarted and having to talk with, cook for, and eat with their mother who abandoned them, likely sold them out, and wanted them dead. Ashley doesn't want to talk about it because this confirms her desire to sacrifice them and was hoping she didn't have to say it to Andrew, so she is also frustrated he's not picking that up either and being snappy. Andrew then thinks, "I want to hug her until she smiles", which okay, that's innocuous enough, but is then followed by, "I'm not going to do it, it's another thought that I wish I never had." What kind of thoughts do you have that makes you not want to hug your sister and comfort her Andrew? Isn't it a good thing you want to make her happy especially in this really shit day? And why are you blushing at that thought???

After that, you can have Andrew go talk with their mother and have this gem:

While it's easy to think Andrew thinking, "I don't want to grow fonder of Ashley because she's a bitch" if you see this the first time, notice that he starts blushing there. He very much does not want his romantic desires for Ashley intensified, nor does he ever want to be separated from her as we find out later on at the fireplace if you are on Burial route.

And before that, Andrew eats Ashley's mom-and-dad soup despite his obvious reluctance to and his outright refusal in Decay. He is only doing this to make Ashley happy, when the day before, he was holding back from just hugging her to cheer her up because of the fear that intimacy with Ashley will expose his feelings, which is why Ashley is surprised. That is, quite weirdly, a romantic gesture of Andrew.

And finally, no matter how you get Burial Sane, Andrew is still on better terms with her than before their parents died. Sure he's grumpy and aloof, but he still is happy to be with her and he doesn't start blaming her for their situation. This unnerves Ashley because she now realizes that he doesn't "need" her, but he's still hanging around for who knows how long and she can't guarantee he will stay.

It's easy to think that Andrew's feelings for Ashley is just sexual when the main focus has been Burial Questionable and the confirmation that they can have sex in Decay. Sane often gets neglected for being boring, "pointless", and Ashley being "out of character" for not teasing Andrew about the incest vision, but it is still a major route of the game and is worth analyzing. People often miss the main point of the game is that Andrew's and Ashley's (mostly) platonic relationship is already under a lot of strain due to their mutual distrust that the other will betray and/or leave them, Ashley being too stuck in the past in the most obvious form of being attached to Andy, and Andrew being cold to Ashley because he can't be honest with his affection for her. They have to rebuild their relationship as family and friends first before they can have a relatively healthy romantic relationship. Even after that obstacle, the fear of being rejected for their incestuous feelings is very real and valid when they're also family, and if the other leaves them for that or stops being on good terms with them, they are completely alone and/or heartbroken because they have no one left to love them and for them to love back.

This is why Andrew represses his romantic desire for Ashley, and Ashley can choose to stay platonic with him or tell Andrew that they will not have sex. They are both aware this really is not normal, they are most likely going to be rejected because it's abnormal, and they are afraid of what will happen after rejection. They value each other so much that they will be happy to give up their own desires if it means that they can still have each other around. That is also quite romantic, and needless to say, a very common experience for people who have trouble with confessing or never confessed their feelings to the people they love.

If Andrew merely had sexual feelings for Ashley, he can just keep dating and having sex with other women that look like her and move on. Even though Ashley doesn't like it and resents him for that, at least they still have a relationship, which is better than none at all for Andrew. It is much more difficult for Andrew when he is romantically in love with her, and he actively has to hide it away from her in hopes she won't reject him. He tried to make the best of dating Julia to try to get rid of his romantic and sexual feelings for Ashley, but even that is not enough. As seen in the Voicemails video, he needs to imagine Julia's Ashley to say romantic declarations of love to her, but that makes him sad.

On a more meta level, and one a lot of fans forget, is that TCOAAL is a psychological horror game. It is so much more revolting and well, horrifying that Andrew has romantic feelings for Ashley. My revulsion at Andrew was so strong that I stayed away from the game for months, planning to wait until Episode 3 because I want Julia to show up so I can root for her because neither sibling was sympathetic enough for me. If it was just Andrew being very sexually touchy with Ashley, I and many others would have thought he is sexually abusive or he only sees Ashley as a sex doll, and thus find it easier to root for Ashley and hope she leaves him or retaliates against him. But it is way more fascinating and accurate to a codependency that there is no clear abuser-and-victim or good guy and bad guy dynamic, that the siblings are mutually horrible to each other, but also mutually in love and lust for each other. Nemlei makes their romance an integral part of the game's horror, which is a masterful display of her skill as a creator to blend two seemingly opposite feelings into one work of art.

[halforresterluvsford]

Hcs on mullet stanley and old ford? (Both sfw and nsfw)

In a universe where it’s only been like a year or two for Stan before he gets the portal working again, but almost 30 for Ford 🥺🥺🥺

The screaming matches, the fights, they overcome it with a little bit of time and after defeating Bill, they have a long overdue talk of regrets and confessed feelings. They need each other now more than ever. The best brother-lovers <3

SFW:

-Stan keeps Ford young, but at the same time makes him feel so old. Stan’s spry (at least more so than Grunkle age Stan is), so he can keep up with Ford’s pace and trek through various climates and woods during his research, he also hasn’t thrown his back out, so he can help with the heavy lifting. His energy seems to make Ford’s energy double when he’s around

-But at the same time, Stan has too much energy. Ford is pushing 60 (for now, he’s looking into de-aging) his twin brother is pushing 30. Stan will be moving too much too fast sometimes and Ford needs to take a breather because his knees. God, he sounds like their mom sometimes with his complaints about body aches and cricks in his neck

-He does also realize how young Stanley is, how young he was when he was kicked out, and that thought always hits him like a punch to the gut. His baby brother was a literal baby when he became homeless :(

-On a happier note, Mullet Stan was so touched starved that now he’s basically always wrapped about Ford. Sitting on his lap, the arm of a chair, holding Ford’s arm or hand, leaning against him. Any sort of physical affection he can get, he will get. And Ford is more than willing to indulge him. It was very lonely for him in the 30 years he spent dimension hopping

-For all that they’re now different (for now until Ford figures out how to revert himself back to Stanley’s age), they still make time to re-figure out their similarities, and they’re pleased to discover their almost just as similar looks and taste wise as they were when they were 16. Obvious changes brought out from different life experiences aside

-They switch who’s Big Spoon and Little Spoon. Sometimes, when Stan’s having a bad day, thoughts and feelings getting to him, Ford is that needed pressure surround him, grounding him to reality. And when Ford’s mind is off in some far off dimension, or he has trouble remembering he’s home and that this isn’t a truck from Bill, it’s Stan’s touches, his arm’s wrapped around Ford, body pressing against his back, from tether Ford back. Stan’s body and smell is the feeling of home, something unable to be recreated or falsified

NSFW:

-They fuck like rabbits. Anything they can fuck on, they will. Every surface in the Shack has been consecrated by their love making. They’ve got a whole life of love and lust to make up for after all <3

-I’m always a bottom Stan truther, and add in Dimesionally experienced Ford? He’s all but literally rearranging Stan’s guts. He keeps showing Stan new positions and kinks and creating toys that can only be found in Dimension 86-Alpha I-8 or something like that. And it’s some of the hardest orgasms Stan has ever had in his life. He didn’t even know he could bend in those ways or that that little nook existed inside of him until Ford

-Stan’s a brat who likes pushing Ford’s buttons. Flirting with others to get him jealous. Wearing the green shorts from Ford’s college days around him. Not listening to Ford when an order is given. Stan is a glutton for punishment; getting his ass beat red (lovingly and with consent), orgasm denial until his balls feel like they’re going to pop, overstimulation until Stan’s cumming dry. All those and more are punishments that Stan’s eager to get

-Ford makes sure that they have safe words and that they talk about a scene before and after it. Stan has a tendency to bottle up and not tell Ford if something is wrong, but he needs to make sure he’s not hurting Stan, he’s not too rough with him. He keeps a close eye on Stan’s eyes, that where he can’t keep his emotions hidden, not for long and not from Ford

-I like to headcanon that, while some degrading is fine, Stan likes praise and is way more receptive to it. Harsh words from his father, from John’s, drug lords, etc are what being degraded reminds him of. Being called “naughty boy” is fine, but nothing being “Whore”, “Slut”, or “Useless”. That’s the fastest way to make him safeword out and will ruin his mood for a couple of days. He needs lots of soft touches and affirming words afterwards, all of which Ford is more than happy to provide. Stan moan’s way prettier when Ford calls him “Sweet boy”, anyways

-Daddy kink. Some slight age play, too, while we’re at it

-Sometimes when Stan’s feeling dominant, he’ll ride Ford until both their knees give out, grippjng his jaw and bringing him up until Stan can mash their lips together in a harsh clack of tongues and teeth, drool spilling out the corner of their mouths

-Ford loves his hair being pulled, while moan so prettily. Stan doesn’t, his scalp is sensitive and that’s not the good kind of pain-not to him at least

-Ford will kiss the brand in Stan’s shoulder and scars on his back if they’re going at it Doggy Style. Stan will kiss the scars on Ford’s body in whatever position he’s in

-I just need to repeat that they’re horn dogs who need a lesson in Public Decency Laws because the amount of times they were almost caught? Can be counted on both of Ford’s hands and one of Stan’s

-Ford does eventually figure out a way to get back to Stan’s age and they spend an entire 3 days just fucking, sleeping, and eating after it happens. Ford literally has the energy of a man 30 years younger

[innerempire]

The Avengers trying to raise funds for god-knows-what and Natasha comes with brilliant naughty idea of a pin-up calendar of their youngest Avenger. There's nothing like showing some skin, and it's obvious (be it in Twitter, Instagram, Tiktok, or Reddit) that the public unanimously think that the newest addition to the team - Peter Parker - is pretty fucking hot.

Sure, they've not seen his face before, but that lithe body in that spandex? Peter's the only one comfortable with actually baring his ass for the calendar (Steve acknowledges that Captain America's ass is still one of the finest, but he's not fucking baring his ass cheeks for a goddamn calendar).

Thing is, Natasha has to run through the idea with Tony first because she thinks that Stark acts like a unhinged guard dog out for blood when his favorite protege is involved. She's not stupid to try and go behind Tony's back on this.

''I'm sorry, what-'' Tony swipes at his keyboard, interrupting Natasha from her tangent.

''Don't mind him.'' Peter pipes up from where he's tinkering with his latest project. ''He goes 'huh' a lot these days.''

Tony points a wrench in Peter's direction, ''Zip it.''

''Look, we want something that's going to sell. People love Peter in spandex, and what's hotter than hip keeping his mask on and, you know, executing a couple of suggestive positions with his ass showing. Pepper thinks putting him in a thong would make people go insane-''

''Are you-'' Tony rubs at his mouth. ''Did you even sleep after your coming back from your mission with Barton? Or am I the one hallucinating this conversation?'' He tries to mentally compute the last time he had slept.

''Peter said yes.''

Peter's neck is flushed, ''...I figured, since it's for charity...? I do have a pretty nice ass, especially when it's in spandex. So, you know, me in a thong would be-''

''Okay.'' Tony claps his hands together, startling both Natasha and Peter. ''I'm going to get a drink. Preferably something really strong, because I'm going to pretend that you didn't just waltz in here to tell me that you want the kid's bare ass on a pin-up calendar.''

''Prude.'' Natasha clicks her tongue disapprovingly at Tony.

After Natasha leaves, an amused Peter wheels his chair over towards Tony, ''So, which one bothered you more? The fact that people are going to own a calendar with like 12 months of Spiderman's bare ass, or the idea of me in a thong? Or panties, you know, the ones with the bows and frills that you have stashed deep in your wardrobe. I'm assuming they're for me, after you tell me that you've been fantasizing about this. But hey, if they're for you, that's pretty fucking hot too, Mr.Stark.''

A couple of months later, the idea does push through (under Tony's strict supervision). Because Peter's such a little shit, he signs the first printed copy and leaves it on Tony's desk with a note: Do me a favor and film yourself jerking off to the calendar, Mr. Stark. P.S: You'll love the month of May.

Of fucking course the month of May is Peter in the panties that Tony had so generously gifted to him - a gorgeous satiny piece that's gold and red.

The calendar is obviously a hit and during the next Avengers gathering, everyone's teasing Peter to sign their copies.

''So.'' Natasha sidles up to Peter. ''How bad did Tony give it to you for having your bare ass out in that calendar?''

''...they had to use two whole tubes of concealer and a shitload of powder and foundation even after a week after what Tony did to me.''

[sapphic-agent]

you know, one character trope I cant stand is the " lovable perverted weirdo" trope, because honestly it can go die in a ditch for me. Mineta from mha is a pretty obvious example given that he gropes his classmates, embarassed the 1-a girls on national tv, and tgen pulled a "shes got potential" comment on eri. All while recieving minimal punishment.

Another is curly from hey arnold where he essentially blackmails rhonda llyloyd into being his grilfriend which she is obviously uncomfortable with, and then when she breaks up with him, she suddebly viewsed as the bad guy and has to apologize to curly, and even worse? When she does apologize curly creeps her out again and chases her down the street cackling like a maniac. What. The. Fuck.

It just feels horrible seeing future deviants in the making making girls around them feel uncomfortable and then barely have any retribution.

the only " lovable pervert" I don't detest is the creeper from dc, and thats mainyl cause most of his charcater is more around being a more heroic and animalistic version of the joker and is ACTUALLY LIKEABLE.

Tbh, I agree.

It's one thing when we're talking about women. I mean, it's still not okay, but it's about 10x worse when the victims are underaged girls. That's what pisses me off the most about Mineta, he just feels like an excuse for Horikoshi to perv on his underage characters. I think it's for this reason that the "loveable pervert" trope rubs people the wrong way.

I will say I did hear that the thing about Eri was a mistranslation. That's what Mineta defenders claim, anyway.

I think a pervert character can be done right at times. I like Sanji and Brook from One Piece, most of the time. Because they're not just perverts, they're characters outside of that unlike Mineta. They also both have interactions with women that aren't horrendous.

(I will say, it does feel like at times that Sanji regressed in this sense. In the East Blue saga, he was way more of a gentleman than an outright pervert. But Oda is also openly a perv so it makes sense. I could talk about how that really shows in his post time skip writing compared to his pre time skip writing but that's for when I eventually catch up to One Piece)

I still think that even so, this trope is tired and overdone. But you'll also have a bunch of weirdos defending it so whatever

[mayuris-basement-dweller]

Ok I am finally ready. Ready to tell you what happened 100 years ago, Link.

I am ready to put ideas into words. To start, be aware I am the biggest Mayuri simp fan this side of the Equatorial line, so if I sound biased... People, that's Blorbo Beebus.

With that out of the way...

About the latest episode!

Let's start with what I liked. Everything. There's nothing wrong here and you won't find complaints with me, roll credits.

So this model won't work. Let's try again.

✨Highlight Reel! Part 1!✨

- Ryusei. friggin. Nakao

This man was always good. As a singer he is stellar (Angel Calling, my beloved, LISTEN TO IT) but as a voice actor? SON.

We all know he also voiced Caesar Clown (OP) and Frieza (DBZ/DBS) but if you notice, he voices each of them in a very peculiar way.

And Mayuri's voice always had me weak in the knees. Szayelaporro's fight, in particular, used to take me very near to the Soul King.

And I say "used to" because this episode kinda pushed Szayel's episode down a set of stairs for me.

Again, I have so much to say but words fail me. But we gotta start somewhere.

Let's start with the obvious?!

You watched the episode. You are hearing it in your head right now, aren't you? YEAH. It almost sounds like he held this in for eons just waiting to launch it on the unsuspecting crowd. This laugh... Every time I am sad now, I just remind myself this exists, and my depression respectfully lets me enjoy this fact for three seconds.

Am I also concerned babygirl might be having a particularly dangerous Mania episode and playing a bit of Russian Roulette? Yes.

Still in this episode... All of the times Mayuri talks with Zaraki, but I will elaborate on that further later.

Another example? Here.

The way he is talking about how Pernida should honor Zaraki's noble sacrifice and the way his voice keeps going louder and more insane by the minute, culminating in his best Yandere performance in the third frame, just to do a 360 and call Pernida a stiff?!

I still haven't recovered.

It goes from "Oh he is enjoying himself so much you guys" in the first half to "Oh damn, that is Captain Kurotsuchi now, eh" in the second.

This episode, for me, wasn't only a visual delight, i was literally boiling alive because Ryusei knocked it out of three parks, not only one.

Also I gotta include, since we talking about voice actors...

Pernida.

Dude. Bin Shimada, Broly, THANK YOU.

That's like two kings in a room, I swear. Part of the fact I kinda like Pernida is because of his voice alone. This part here, you can almost see a ? on his... Fingers. Gestures? I dunno! But he managed to give a soul to a hand. A HAND.

And how does he even talk?! Disturbing.

Now onto the next section! (Or else I will keep going about all the voice actors!)

- Kenmayu

Everyone that knows me saw this coming a mile away. Look, even disregarding my ship, please. Ever since the last episode before this one.

Mayuri talks. Zaraki doesn't listen. Shenanigans ensue.

You can see how they are literally opposites to each other. Mayuri is analyzing everything and all Zaraki wanna do is smack that thang (hehe) real hard. It backfires tremendously. TWICE.

Because Zaraki didn't listen!

(And no, Yumichika, Mayuri doesn't have a big bad plan to fuck your captain up. At least not IMHO, he might have a plan, yes. But it's not what you think, oh no.)

But lemme just...

The way Mayuri talks to Zaraki.

It's an amalgamation of things. There's sarcasm, there's contempt, and flirting. Yes, flirting, because look me in the eye and say this wasn't flirting.

If Mayuri looked at me like that he would have a new subject, me.

But I am jumping the gun here! The scene before this one?!

I will have to do a part two because I reached the picture limit but...

The pure. Unadulterated. Concern. In Mayuri's voice here.

Mayuri is concerned with Zaraki. Zaraki immediately tells him not to worry too.

The same Mayuri that is famous for being ruthless, a lunatic, and heartless as hell is concerned for someone else.

Not only that, when Zaraki is forced to cut his arm so Pernida stops doing the twist™, Mayuri asks Nemu to tie his arm and stop the bleeding.

Some of you will tell me "He stabbed him right after!" And yes he did, young Padawan, but there's a method in his madness. And if you go and listen to that scene too, Mayuri goes back to talk to Zaraki like... In a "I am so sorry for hurting you, babe" tone. Whatchamacallit.... Ah yes! Conciliatory!

And even so, he says "When I stab you again."

He expects Zaraki to survive. To go back to Seireitei after this fight. God, he is telling Zaraki, right near his paralyzed self, that he will return and that he will be there to stab him again. In his own twisted Kurotsuchi way he is giving Zaraki a bit of hope.

This hurts me on a physical level, because I have an idea about this whole thing, but you guys will have to hold onto the single dark clue I will leave behind:

*What if both of them didn't go back?*

Well, Part 2 I guess! I have too many thoughts!

[rubberduckydemonking]

There would be nothing — absolutely nothing at all — that would inspire a burning, vile, anger inside the king than the reality of his wife having made some kind of self-serving deal with heaven. The king was working towards his daughter’s dream of redemption, handing over his unconditional love and support, but that didn’t mean he wanted anything to do with heaven and the angels. Lucifer was sidelining his own feelings to boost up Charlies. The reality was: there was still a lot of bad blood between Lucifer and the angels.

“There’s always another option,” There was a rare icy cold venom in his words. An intensity burning in the crimson of his eyes — which he hadn’t even noticed had turned fully red once more, “I, for one, would rather die fighting the angels than bend to the will of the heavens in order to save my own skin.” The King of Pride, indeed.

The king let out a shallow breath, internally annoyed at himself for his obvious display of unfiltered anger. It was the fucking moth demon pushing his buttons — he knew it, and yet, he’d stumbled straight into every trap set for him. They hadn’t even been talking about for the fucking radio demon for a while now.

“I actually agree with that hypothetical,” the devil spoke simply, an intense, knowing, gaze locked on Valentino “…some sinners are beyond redemption,” Charlie would disagree, and frankly, would be horrified for him saying so. Folding his arms loosely over his chest, Lucifer sat back in his chair. A hand was brought to rub his temples in order to stave off an impending headache.

“So many hypotheticals and maybes~” he mused, humming out the words slowly, “As fun as I find these little thought experiments, there’s not a lot I can to move against Alastor without concrete facts,” There was steady tapping of Lucifer’s fingers against the arm of his chair, “Perhaps you were right, I should speak to your television associate…”

Lucifer was lost in thought, his eyes unfocused as he stared off into the distance. There was just an awful lot to take in — he’d entered this meeting knowing very little regarding the radio demon other than his stupid, smug, smile and grating, static, voice. Now? he was having a whole web of interconnected secrets and theories unravelled before his eyes. Lucifer hadn’t even entertained the thought that Lilith might be somehow involved in everything.

Lucifer stared silently across at Valentino for a moment, as though scanning his eyes for some kind of hint of an ulterior motive in his innocent-sounding words. The devil found nothing. “…you’re right,” he admitted after a moment of tentative silence. Finally, the devil seemed to refocus on Valentino, intense golden eyes shifting to lock onto the moth. “Or, at least, from the intel you have provided, that’s the conclusion I would come to.” There was nothing to say that Valentino’s intel was necessarily correct so this could all be hypothetical — yet, it made a little too much sense to disregard.

The king, locked away in his tower, had managed to avoid having to discuss Lilith since their split. It was truly laughable that the first person who’d managed to thrust the topic onto him was Valentino, of all people. “They can’t,” The king insisted stubbornly, “There are…conditions…to their exterminations.” Conditions that Lucifer, himself, had agreed to. Sinners were the only demons allowed to be killed. An unpleasant discussion topic considering his current company, so he moved quickly onwards. “And so, in this hypothetical, Lilith is…?” he mused, huffing out an forced laugh, “Just sitting on the information and watching us march towards our destruction? Keeping her fingers crossed that Charlie, with the aid of her little radio puppet, can gain redemption for us all? Silently praying for forgiveness and hoping that heaven will welcome her home and not slaughter her with the rest of us on doomsday?”

Lucifer couldn’t make sense of any of this. Lilith’s absence in their daughter’s life was bizarre, but he was struggling to have coherent (non-enraged) thoughts about that.

[murdrdocs]

art is/was manipulative sure yeah but he didn't commit murder like my god

[starry-bi-sky]

Unpleasant Revelations - DPxDC Ficlet Idea for the Stillborn Au

"Have you met my youngest, Damian, Mr. Masters?"

Its only from twenty years of long, hard experience and practice that Vlad doesn't increase the room temperature from 'borderline uncomfortably cool' to 'unbearably hot' the moment Bruce Wayne pulls his youngest and "only" biological son out in front of him.

He puts only in quotations because twelve year old Damian Wayne looks scarily, uncannily like one Daniel Brown. Jack and Maddie's foster son, second victim of their foolishness, and only other halfa in existence. Second only to him.

It's nauseating how similar they look. From the scowl and terrible glare on the young boy's face, to his brown skin -- which was only a few shades lighter than Daniel's, the shape of his nose, and even the strange winged edge of his eyebrow. Something that Vlad has long since come to find endearing on the child he considered a son of his own. The only difference was that Damian had dark, sharp green eyes.

Daniel's eyes were blue. The same glacier shade as his father's, who stood behind Damian with a proud, oafish smile on his visage.

It was infuriating how similar they look. Vlad might not have rapidly swung the room temperature from one extreme to the other, but he can't stop himself from letting the fury burning within his core from slipping out and raising the temperature up a few degrees.

Because it really only meant one thing.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were related.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were brothers.

Standing in front of him, it was clear as day. He can already picture a phantom image of Daniel standing beside Damian, the same scowl written on his face, the same glare carved into his eyes. The only difference being the dark, exhausted circles beneath them that seemed to be permanently painted onto his skin. The only thing missing being the permanent loneliness and vigilance permeating his being like a scar.

This, if revealed, would be enough to ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation. Or, at the very least, darken it quite a bit. The great philanthropist Bruce Wayne with another secret blood child? One related to his youngest? One that had been put into foster care? Seemingly thrown away?

It would be a firestorm.

One that Vlad is not keen on starting.

It would ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation, yes. But it would hurt Daniel in the process -- the harassment he would face alone might just be enough to break that fragile child completely. That was just not something he could allow. Or, even worse, bring him into his biological father's care and custody -- something Vlad was even less willing to allow.

It's not out of kindness to Wayne that Vlad will keep mum about this.

His grip on his champagne flute tightens, just a bit. He's still aware enough of the world around him to not let it shatter in his hands. His plastered, pleasant smile tightens around the corners, and he forces his focus to slide from Damian to Wayne.

"The resemblance is uncanny, Mister Wayne." He says, slanting his smile to the side slyly. Although he's not talking about the resemblance between Wayne and his son. Rage simmers beneath his skin, burning coal and embers in the core of his chest, nestled between his lungs, as he meets the man's eyes.

Wayne swaggles his head proudly, his ditzy smile widening as he squeezes his son's shoulder affectionately. Bastard, Vlad wants to spit.

He breathes in through his nose, and exhales out through his mouth. The champagne in his hand cools, and stops its unusual bubbling.

The Damian boy scoffs under his breath, his mouth still coiled upward into a scowl. With the revelation of his blood relation to Daniel evident, Vlad's not sure if he should find it endearing or not.

He is not Daniel, so he decides that it's just simply irritating. He decides to ignore it.

"And you said he was your only biological son?" He asks, voice lilting and head tilting. He knows its a suspicious question at worst, insulting at best. But considering Wayne's past proclivities, he can hardly call it an unexpected question.

Damian puffs in great offense, face twisting angrily. It reminds him of Daniel when Vlad insisted that he was wrong about something or other, and for a moment his heart swells, fond.

But this is not his child, and so the feeling quickly crashes and burns, simmering back into rage. This was not Daniel -- this was his replacement. A replacement that Wayne was free to keep.

Wayne chuckles, idiotically, as if he'd said some funny joke. Vlad's other hand, the one gripping his cane -- something he's required ever since he was dispatched from the hospital all those lonely years ago -- tightens instead. He grinds his teeth -- him and Jack Fenton would get along like a house on fire, he hates it.

"I can understand why you'd ask that, Mister Masters," Wayne says, squeezing Damian's shoulder again, "but yes, Damian is my only biological son. Although that doesn't mean I don't love my other children any less."

Bastard.

For all his posturing and flouncing about caring for his city and his children, Vlad never would have thought the Prince of Gotham capable of abandoning one of them.

But, well.

They all have their dark secrets.

And what one man throws away, another man picks up. If Bruce Wayne didn't want the treasure child that was Daniel Brown, then Vlad Masters was more than happy to take him instead.

"I see."

[spriinglocked]

i know i said i wouldnt be active on tumblr but this had to be said