#hngh. okay. alright.

[velvetsqwyrme]

HHWOAH i opened up an old draft of some smut i was writing and MY GOD i don't remember writing this shit in the outline i was goddamn COOKING,,,

i thought it was all kinky fluff stuff but OUGH. im so pissed i havent fleshed it out more so i cant share a snippet yet but its horror!pap heatfic and my god i was gonna say i was too intimidated to continue but uhhhhhhhh nvm its so hot im like. okay. yeah i can write it. i need it. tobe real hot damn.

[divinitysotherside]

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I NEED YOU , CRAZY GIRL !

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ . your favorite streamer didn’t expect you to break into his house at all, but he likes you !?

warnings . stalker!reader , breaking in , swearing , smut / mdni , degradation , FERAL suguru , suguru whimpers , deepthroating , p in v sex , unprotected sex , riding , breeding , satoru interrupts , secret relationship

.・。.・✭ — PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3

just as your tongue darted out, suguru grunted, his large hands gripping your hair. “fuck,” he cursed, panting heavily.

suddenly, he drags your head down, forcing you to take more of his cock. “hngh!” you gagged, struggling to take him.

“take it, bitch,” he groaned, his hair sticking to his forehead as his tip hits the back of your throat, causing you to gag.

tears stream down your face. the tables really have turned. “i’m just gettin’ started, c’mon,” he mused, amusement evident in his eyes as he watches you gag on his fat cock.

you bob your head up and down his shaft, his length disappearing and reappearing in your mouth.

“fuckin’ slut,” he growls, his grip tightening on your hair as he fucks your face with his cock. “shiit, this..ohh” he whimpers, obviously getting close to cumming.

you swirl your tongue around his sensitive underside, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes while doing so.

“take it all,” he grunts, getting a bit sloppy with his thrusts. “fuck!” he curses, spilling his seed in your throat.

you were quick to swallow it all, gagging a bit on how much he came. when you couldn’t swallow any more, you pulled his twitching shaft out, still spilling loads.

“what the fuck? are you th–the cum merchant or some shit? how much was that?” you ask, shocked.

“it’s— the first time i came that much,” suguru admitted, his face flushing pink. you quickly smear his cum away from your mouth using your thumb, also sucking on your cum-flavored thumb afterwards.

you then pounce on him, chuckling. “you caught me off-guard on that one. but this time, i’ll take charge, okay?” you ask, straddling his lap.

“i’m not sure if we.. should be doing this, though.” he sighs, looking up at you. “relaax, you just came in my throat, now you’re backing down?” you laugh, and he stayed frowning.

“shouldn’t we atleast.. get protection?” he muttered, sounding unsure. “no need for that, sugu.” you take off your shorts, wet clit rubbing against his semi–hard cock.

“see? it feels better bare.” you smile, catching a glimpse of suguru gulping. “alright..”

you lift yourself up, positioning your pussy to his dick. “ready?” you ask, waiting for his response.

“r–ready.” he mutters, panting. “alright, here we go.”

as soon as he felt your warm cunt envelop his member, his mind went blank, and his large hands immediately start to grip your thighs.

“fuckk,” he grunts, throwing his head back. this felt too good. how was he getting off and cumming buckets to his stalker?

all thoughts leave his mind as you start to bounce on his cock, his grunts and your moans filling the room.

he felt his stomach tighten, and he was sure he was gonna have to cum inside. he huffs, gripping your hips, enough to leave bruises.

“pull out, ’m cumming!” he yells, his cock twitching inside of you. “no, no, sugu. i don’t wanna..” you chuckle, continuing to ride him.

“fuck, fuck, stop, i’m gonna..” before he can even finish his sentence, he can feel his cock filling your cunt up with his cum.

and for the second time, he came buckets.

“shit!” you grunt, also cumming along with him. his load overflows out of your cunt, making you shocked. “again?”

before you could react, the doorbell rang. “shit,” suguru cursed.

you get off of his cock, quickly wiping yourself up with a towel suguru had in his bedroom. escaping out of the window, you look back before running away.

suguru was also quick to clean himself up, putting on his pants before running downstairs to answer the door. it was satoru.

“satoru,” suguru chuckles, his long, dark hair still disheveled. “dude, your girl’s moans were loud enough to hear from the front door. close windows when you’re tryna breed, yeah?” satoru scoffs.

“where is she?” satoru asks, and suguru shakes his head. “there’s.. no one here. i was watching something!” suguru smiled nervously.

“ohh, it seems my hobbies had rubbed off on you.” satoru chuckled, stepping inside suguru’s house.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

after that night, ofcourse you continued to visit your favorite streamer when his bestfriend was away.

a/n . thx for reading, i also really like to think that suguru js cums a lot :)

[xodarling]

I just need something with Himiko (HSR) Just getting it doggy style with a strap on and Himiko or the reader to have a major exhibition kink..🥴

like imagine himiko getting fucked behind close doors but she's trying to get Dan or someone else to stay away from coming in the room by talking to them and trying not to moan

Please 🤲

QUIET DOWN - xodarling

includes: what the request says, fem!reader, himeko’s sick of your shenanigans, but she complies anyway cuz she luvs u😘 , insatiable!reader, ur younger than her, lowercase writing, usage of y/n, pet names (hun, darling, mama (not in a weird way), dear)

a/n: okay 🤲

“please, please, please!” right now, you’re begging himeko to have sex with you, again. “honey, we just made love not too long.” she sighs, “hime.. i can’t do it later, i’m busy!” you hit the mattress below you like a little baby having a tantrum.

“okay, hun.” himeko sighs with a slight giggle, she really can’t understand how you manage to have so much energy no matter what you do. once himeko gave you an okay you practically pounced on top of her, strap quickly put on since it wasn’t too far away.

you quickly discarded her clothing, and attacked her already bruised neck, adding even more bruises. himeko softly moans as your lips press against the skin of her neck, relaxing as you take your time littering her skin with hickeys.

you grab her tits, playing with the fat surrounding the nipple and then the nipple itself. you take a bite into her milky flesh, leaving a bite mark on of her boobs.

himeko sighs as you take your time sucking and biting her tits. once you had your fill you go lower and lower, kissing her stomach and then her cunt. “mama, you’re dripping.” you run a finger over her slit, “of course i am, you treat me so well.” himeko sighs out.

you then position the plastic tip on top of her cunt and push it in quickly. himeko yelps out once you fully push the strap-on inside of her, her walls being stretched by your dick. once you bottom out inside her you give her no time to react and start plowing your hips into her in an animalistic way.

himeko’s back completely arches, her moans are bouncing off the walls while her chest jiggles with every thrust. a loud moan rips itself out her throat once you hit that spongy spot inside her walls, yelps and whines get louder the more you hit her g-spot. himeko felt her orgasm approaching at a rapid pace your thrusts increasing in tenfold, just a little more and she’ll cum.

“himeko? are you alright?” you stopped thrusting once you heard that calm voice speaking behind the door, before himeko could respond you turn her around, her ass in full display for you to see. “dan heng.. hnghh, what are you— doing here?” himeko bites her lip to conceal any sort of noise that she makes.

you start thrusting, quickly but not harshly to not make any sort of skin slapping happen. “i heard sounds coming from your room, i just wanted to see if you were okay.” how sweet of dan heng, worrying about his fellow express member, completely unaware of what’s happening behind that door.

you quicken your thrusts making them light and fast, “it sounded like someone was in pain.” dan heng added to the end of his sentence, himeko was face planted into her bed, her back completely arched and eyes were rolled back and brimmed with tears. “ah.. no! no, everything’s fine.. don’t worry.. hngh..”

himeko somehow manages to yelp out, the tip of your silicone dick repeatedly hits her g-spot, her back arching with how much pleasure you’re giving her, the fact that someone’s outside, completely oblivious to what’s happening makes her cunt suck in your strap even more.

“are you sure, i’m coming in—” the door knob twists just a slight bit, “no! don’t come in! i’m dealing with something personal, i need.. ah.. some alone time..” himeko’s eyes were fully white now, you’re hand gripping her and pulling it up, her back against your chest.

you move both your hands and play with her nipples, occasionally bringing one down and playing with the fat of her ass, her lip was swollen and bleeding from all the biting. her hands gripping the sheets below both of you, her mouth open wide as silent moans make their way through her mouth.

“oh, alright, i’ll be going then.” dan heng mutters through the door, his voice getting farther before it completely disappears. once his voice stops you push himeko down, making her back arch once again and grab her hips to start plowing away again.

curses and whines start to bounce off the walls wildly, loud slaps of skin on skin as your hips meet hers. “darling..! slow— ah.. down!” himeko whines out, her grip on the sheets getting tighter and tighter, your hands coming down and striking himeko’s ass as you watch it ripple with each thrust.

himeko’s back started to arch even more as her tongue lolled out her mouth, drool dripping down and wetting the sheets. loud almost pornographic moans get even louder as you sneak one of your hands down to her clit, ferociously rubbing it.

her slick starts to drip down her thighs, her orgasm rapidly approaching. your hips start to smash against her ass, the fat of it jiggling with each harsh thrust, you throw your head back as sweat starts to trail down your body, leaving a thin coat of sweat all over your body.

himeko makes more incoherent sounds, trying to warn you about her getting close, not like that’s necessary her cunt sucking in your strap was enough for you to know. you lean down and bite at her soft shoulder, leaving a red bite mark on it.

a loud moan leaves himeko’s throat, the tight knot in her stomach getting tighter, she reaches her hand back tapping your bare thigh, wordlessly telling you she was about to cum. “please, hime, cum for me..” you whine against her ear, your hips burning as your animalistic thrusts get harder and faster.

she arched her back completely, her thighs start to shake as she yelps out something that sounded like your name. your hips don’t stop, continuing to fuck her through her orgasm, her moans get louder as your tip hits that spot inside her again and again.

her face is buried into a pillow she grabbed, her loud almost ear deafening moans are muffled by this pillow. that pure orgasmic pleasure courses through himeko’s body in waves, each one intensified by your thrusts, her walls clamping down even tighter as your hips force the strap even deeper.

her hips are bucking as you continue to fuck her during and after her orgasm, only stopping when your hips give out from all strength you were using to fuck her. your body falls and lands on top of himeko, your bare chest pressed against her smooth back as you both pant from exhaustion.

himeko sighs into the pillow, attempting to collect herself as sweat drips down her body. she whimpers quietly when you straighten your back and place your hands back on her meaty hips, giving her ass a loud slap.

“let’s go again, yeah?” you pant out, you flip himeko onto her back and start to fondle her chest.

both of you will have to have a very awkward talk with rest of the express after this.

[fakemichaelsheen]

-give me coffee-

crowley: *examining his reflection in a teaspoon*

nina: *clearing tables*

crowley, gestures: ah, you, nina. gonna need your strongest coffee ASAP

nina, signals to a colleague: sure *notices crowley yawning and looking over his shoulder frequently* someone keeping you up or something?

crowley, shrugs: something like that

nina: *raises an eyebrow*

crowley, sighs: ok so I kissed him-

nina, smirking: alright. about time

crowley, ruffling his hair: yeah well now he won't stop kissing me. at all. ever. he's insatiable. he thinks I'm in the bathroom at the bookshop. I mean, yeah, it's great, I love it but I need a break, you know

nina: okay well can't you just tell him that?

crowley, scoffs: hngh yeah sure

nina, sits opposite him: well you could always...distract him...with something else

crowley: ...

crowley: eeeh, chess isn't really his thing

nina: ...

aziraphale, enters: ah, there you are. um *glances at nina* I need your help...in the bookshop *winks exaggeratedly*

crowley, hesitates: can't jim help you out?

aziraphale, thinking: hmm. I suppose he could. I don;t think it'll be nearly as enjoyable but it's worth a try *turns to leave*

crowley, frowns: hey, hey!

aziraphale, frustrated: what?

crowley, pointing: well, you can't just go around kissing jim!

aziraphale, through gritted teeth: well, then you'd better hurry up *leaves*

nina: *staring*

crowley, sighs: I've created a monster *downs his coffee; leaves*

nina: ...

[miloluvzyouu]

hullooo, do you mind writing anything for fang? preferably sumthing like friends to lovers. and it gotta be very silly too!! (you cant skip the silly, it is a must!!! /j)

ty! :3

Eeeeekk!! I’ve been waiting for a request for Fang! I enjoyed writing this hehe ^_^!

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FANG X READER!

You and Fang have been buddies for a while now! You guys are currently entering the movie theater to watch the newest kung fu movie! (Also slight spice warning ahead!!)

F: “Heyy!! Y/N there you are!” Fang walked up to you, both of you have been planning to watch this movie for months now ever since the trailer came out

Y/N: “Oh!- haha hey!” You chuckled and pat his back, your gaze turned to the popcorn machine, getting an idea

“Wanna mess with the popcorn machine?” You giggled and pushed him to the popcorn machine

F: “Wait wait!! Maisie is right there, I don’t want her getting mad at me for breaking it again..” He pouted playfully

Y/N: “You’re no fun…” You nudged his shoulder

“Well, wanna JUST get popcorn? No messing around?”

F: “mmm.. sure!” He walked by your side, looking at your hands, he wanted to hold them so badly, they looked so delicate and gentle but quickly snapped out of it when he smelt the popcorn

“Is that butter I smell??” He smiled and grabbed your hand to lead you to the popcorn machine

“Okay, I held their hand.. I don’t think they mind!” He thought to himself

You stared down at him holding your hand and blushed slightly at the sight, you then looked up trying to ignore the feeling

Y/N: lI’ll be getting some other snacks okay? You get the popcorn we both like!” You smiled and walked to the snack bar

“Did he really mean that hand hold?.. Ahah..” You daydreamed into your mind, and looked at the snacks infront of you

“Which one would he like best?..” you mumbled to yourself, you grabbed some chocolate for both of them and headed back

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Y/N: “where is he..” you looked around, seeing him head to the theater room

“Heyy where are you going?” You quickly ran up to him

F: “It’s about to start!! Cmon!!” He smiled and opened the door for you

Y/N: “Thanks” You smiled and found your guys’ seat

You both sat down and only talked to ask each other questions. After a while you zoned out and felt Fangs hands on yours

“Oh!-“ You squeaked quietly and looked at him, he was avoiding your face but he was smirking.

“Holy shit.. haha-“ you whispered to yourself internally, the movie was already over while you were lost in your thoughts

F: “Hey! Cmon movies over” He tugged your hand lifting you up slightly

Y/N: “right right sorry” you smiled nervously, his hand still holding yours, you both walked out of the theater into the parking lot. It was early night time, around 9pm, you were really quiet. Not saying a word

F: “What’s up? You flustered?” He teased and held you closer to him

Y/N: “Do you.. like me? Like.. like like me?” You questioned, finally meeting his gaze after a while

F: “Why would I be doing this if I didn’t?” Fang laughed and kissed the top of your head “Okay but in all seriousness I want you be your boyfriend, not anyone else’s.” He led you to his car, opening the door for you.

Y/N: “Hey, what about my car?-“ Fang cut you off

F: “You’ll only be in here for a while, it’s not like im driving off with you.” He laughed and ruffled your hair.

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UM,,, you guys can probably see where this is going!.. if you don’t wanna ready a steamy make out typa thing I guess the story ends for you here lol.. but if you do!! I’m glad to be writing this.. meheheh

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Fang pulled you and himself to the backseat of his car, he paused for a second before asking

F: “..You alright with this?” (Consent matters :3)

Y/N: “I-I mean with you? Of course..” you stuttered out, your eyes avoiding his.

F: “This is sudden.. it’s just that I can’t hold it in.. I love you and I wanna show you how much I do.. okay?” He ran his fingers through your hair and kissed down your neck

Y/N: “hngh..” You whimpered out, feeling his hot breath on your now sensitive neck was driving you insane

Fang sucked on the skin of your neck, trying to find that one spot that would drive you crazy..

Y/N: “ah!-“ He found it. He let out a small chuckle and sucked that part teasingly, his tongue moving around on it, his lips making contact with your neck again while his hands ran up and down your hips.

He lifted your head up to meet his and kissed your lips, his hot breath entering your mouth as he bit down on your lip lightly, his tongue traced the edges of your lips before he found your tongue touching his. He brought his hands up to your cheeks and held them as he continued making out with you, occasionally let out soft groans into your mouth, you squirmed a bit out of pleasure, your knee accidentally bumping into his.. well.. now excitement. Your breath hitched, it wasn’t long until Fang pulled away

F: “gosh.. I couldn’t get enough of you..” he chuckled and felt your knee on his excitement

“Haha, I would but we’re in public..maybe next time okay love?” Fang kissed your forehead leaving you underwhelmed but happy

Y/N: “I love you-“

F: “I love you too..”

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I LOVED WRITING THISS

[myreygn]

tkltober day 9: Lie

Across the Spiderverse - ler!Hobie, lee!Gwen

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The bed creaked in decrepit protest when Gwen slumped into the mattress, kicking her shoes to the other side of the room and letting out a deep sigh. That was her first action after barging into his apartment via portal and according to social etiquette, she had yet to say even a word to him, but in Hobie’s humble opinion, the deep shadows under her eyes were saying enough.

“Anything else?”

Another sigh. “Sorry.”

He waved it off and rolled on his stomach to lie closer to her, softly bumping her in the process and smiling, just in case she’d look up at him. She didn’t. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah.” She sounded tired. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“Mhm.”

A few beats of silence; nothing, not even a brief moment of eye contact. Hobie barely held back a sigh on his own and stood up. “Tea?”

Silence again, but there was a slight hesitation to it now. He didn’t push. Sometimes easy questions weren’t easy to answer. After some more silence, Gwen sat up, looking at her hands as she anxiously picked at the skin around her nails. “Can I get a hug first?”

Hobie felt his heart crack ever so slightly and quickly sat down next to her, pulling her in for a hug. The tension in her shoulders was insane. He hummed softly and took one of her hands, locked their fingers. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Do I have to?”

“‘Course not.” Hobie pulled away from her a little to look into her eyes and this time, she met his gaze. “But I’ll be here if you change your mind.”

Gwen looked like she was about to cry for a brief moment, then she quickly reentered the hug with him and he pulled her in a little closer. “I know… thank you…”

“Sure.” The silence settling over them now was contempt, peaceful almost, and he felt the girl relax a little. “Can I offer you some tea now? Or, I don’t know, anything else?”

“Depends.” Her voice was slightly muffled from where her face was buried in his chest. “What else can you offer?”

“I have a few smiles in stock.” Gwen squeaked in surprise when he softly wiggled his fingers into her sides and he couldn’t hold back a slight grin. “Maybe even a giggle or two.”

“Hngh- Hobie, you- heh-” She pressed her lips together just as the aforementioned giggle threatened to slip out, but Hobie saw the corners of her mouth twitch upwards.

“Me? Lil’ ol’ me? What about me, Gwendy?” He moved his hand up to her ribs to scribble there, chuckling when the blonde twitched and let out a snort. “That was cute, do it again.”

“Hobi-ehehe, yohou dihihipshahaha nahaha!” Gwen clutched onto his shirt a bit harder, trying her best to not block him with her arms and finally not holding her laughter back anymore.

“That’s what I like to see!” Hobie drilled his fingers against one of her ribs, earning a squeak. “If I admit I’m a dipshit, will you promise not to lie anymore?” He felt her go a little stiff and quickly pressed a kiss to her head. “I’m not mad, Gwendy. I won’t push. Just know you can be honest here, ‘kay?”

Gwen relaxed almost instantly and nodded, then a fresh wave of cackles took her off guard. “Nohohot thehehere!”

“Alright, alright.” He went back to her sides, now using one hand to stroke her hair out of her face. “Don’t wanna kill you, aye?”

Gwen didn’t seem too eager to answer him and Hobie smiled, continuing the soft tickling until all of the tension had faded from her shoulders. He then stopped moving his fingers, instead caressing her back and letting her giggles die down. “Better?”

“Way better.” She smiled up at him. “Thanks.”

“Any time, Gwendy.”

“I’ll still take that tea.”

[sergeantsporks]

Aroace Hunter Week 2023 Day 6: Squish

“What’s a good username? Should I make one that Uncle won’t think to look for? Wait, that’s bad, right? Right, I should just put my name, or the golden guard. It’s not like I’m hiding the Penstagram. Darius said it would be good, and he’s a coven head, so he wouldn’t… tell me to do something treasonous… right? But he did say he wouldn’t tell Belos about you, and he knows I’m not supposed to have—but other coven heads have Penstagrams and it’s fine. It’s fine, you know what, it’s fine. I’ll just… do something I’m interested in. Would putting ‘flyer derby’ be too desperate to them? Oh, I’ve got it.”

Rulersreachfan.

The Penstagram scroll flashed an error message at Hunter.

This username is already taken.

“Ah, okay… uh…

Rulerzreachfan.

“Because z is close to an s. It’ll work this time.”

This username is already taken.

“Seriously?”

“Maybe different?” Flapjack suggested.

“One more try.”

Rulerzreachf4n.

“Because four looks like an a! Clever, right?”

Please create profile picture.

“How much set up does this need? I just want to…”

Hunter held the phone out at arm’s length, pressing the photo button.

“Okay, okay, here we go. What was the username again? H. E. L. L. O. Underscore, where’s the u—oh, there it is. W. I. L. L. O. W.” Willow’s profile showed up, complete with a photo of the team as her first post. “Okay! Here we go!”

Hunter hit the follow button.

Request sent.

“Mmmm, what if she doesn’t want me to follow her? I mean. I did. Kidnap the entire team. Hngh, let’s try someone else, let’s dooooo…” He clicked on the post, looking at the ‘tagged’ usernames. “Uh… ThorneyVines, that’s gotta be Viney, right? Follow. Maybe I should leave a comment? I should leave a comme—”

The scroll buzzed in his hands, and he threw it across the room. “Ah!”

Flapjack fluttered over, pecking at the scroll. “Is dead. Won’t hurt.”

Hunter wandered over and picked the scroll back up.

1 new message from Hello_Willow.

Hunter’s fingers hovered over the little notification without actually hitting it. “What if it’s her telling me to leave them alone? I mean, I thought that she kind of implied that maybe it would be okay if we saw each other again, but what if I read that wrong? What if she hates me? What if all of them hate me? I wouldn’t blame them.”

Hunter groaned, burying his head in his arms. “I’m going to fail at friendship. I’ve taken too long to respond, I should have paid attention immediately. It’s over.”

Flapjack hopped over and slammed his foot onto the message box. “There.”

“AUGH!” Hunter scooped the scroll up so fast he nearly dropped it. “What’s it say?”

Hi.

Hunter jumped up, pacing around. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh she doesn’t hate me. Good. Excellent. Wonderful. Do I ask if anyone else hates me?”

“No.”

“That was very decisive.”

“Don’t.”

“Alright, alright. What do I…” Hunter set the scroll down with a sigh. “There’s no point.”

“What?!”

Hunter picked his mask up off of his desk, turning it over and over in his hands. “There’s no point,” he replied, “To answering, to talking to her or any of them. I don’t know why I even bothered making the Penstagram. It’s like Willow said; my next day off isn’t for another fifty-two weeks. And I certainly can’t bail on missions to—to play flyer derby!”

“Want friends?”

Hunter set the mask back down. “It doesn’t matter. I can’t have them.”

“Want friends?”

“I’m head of a coven, I’m the golden guard. Having friends puts them in danger, and it puts me in danger, and it puts the emperor in danger!”

“Hunter. Want friends?”

Hunter tugged his hood over his head, face burning. “I do.”

We’re number one!

“I can’t.”

But I do.

He wanted to go back so badly it almost hurt. There hadn’t been any backstabbing or judgement for being half a witch. Just open skies and flyer derby and the team.

I want to go back

I want to be friends

I want to start over, and this time I’ll do everything right, and they’ll want to be around me.

Just like they did before I ruined it.

I want to be their friend.

“Respond. Start.”

“What’s the point?!”

“Want to be friends. Nothing else.”

“I can’t.”

“Try.”

“What if I fail?”

“Try.”

“I already messed up with them, if I fail again, it’s over.”

“Try.”

Hunter took a deep breath, picking up the scroll.

H. E. L. L. O.

Hello, Willow.

[otome-dissection]

ena5 ending scene....... oughhhhh the way that you can see ena gently cupping mizuki's limp hand between two of hers, the way that (if you zoom in) you can see that after ena tells her that n25's waiting for her her grip changes to hold onto Ena's hand back....

(it's hard to see but you can tell Mizuki's hand changed enough for it to be noticeable that she's now holding Ena's hand, a smaller but still very important way that she's showing vulnerability, past just her crying)

the way that when mizuki finally admits to everything (before the transition to the ena card) and ena speaks again, her tone already sounds so much lighter and a little softer, idk how to describe it but it really sounds like she's trying to lead her to walk forward and reassure her that it'll be alright, relieved, maybe

it also fucks me up how ena actually still let mizuki have autonomy in this situation. after she says her piece about her own feelings she tells mizuki that, if she really wants to, if it really upsets her, then she can run, it's up to her, she won't force her to do anything she doesn't want to do, say anything she doesn't want to say, or confront anything she doesn't want to confront. and when mizuki asks if it's really okay for them to be friends ena doesn't answer for her, she tells mizuki that she'll have to decide that for herself. again, it's up to her, she won't just put the words in her mouth for her. like i think that's so important. idk why but i feel like that's such an important little detail, just the fact that ena wants to convey so strongly that she cares but she doesn't want to force anything on mizuki that she doesn't want, not trying to push her too strongly, trying not to make her feel completely cornered, despite the situation, hngh

also the line after ena says that, when she says that she's had enough of mizuki running away. aughhhhhh idk something something the time to make a decision is now, no more wavering, no more indecisiveness, but also something something confronting one of mizuki's core means of coping (running away). while most of their confrontation was about the root cause of why mizuki's running, that doesn't confront the issues that are caused by mizuki thinking that running away will make things alright, or at least "good enough". when mizuki runs away it's for herself ([insert rant from like a year ago about how mizuki is selfish-but-put-in-less-antagonizing-terms]), she thinks it'll make things okay enough because it makes her feel Okay Enough and while she knows that it will make others worried (she did know that her friends were probably worried from her being gone), she doesn't get a straightforward confrontation about how worried/frustrated someone might be by getting left in the dark by her until Ena says it in that line. That's why I think that specific line is what caused Mizuki to fully break down, yeah, obviously telling Mizuki that they need to decide whether it's okay for them to be friends is what the whole confrontation was leading up to, but I think that acknowledgement of Mizuki's longest running and arguably worst coping mechanism (running, cutting things off) and how it affects more than just her is what finally did it for her. okay that started off as just a "holy shit ena and hurt/comfort" rant and turned into something else but point is damn that shit was Crazy /pos

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Crushed

Hiii, I always love your fics, you always write my blorbo so well. Just— Hngh they're all such good bois. Anyways, please don't feel rushed about getting to this request, but I would love to see your take on a fic where the other sides try to matchmake (either subtly or not, dealer's choice!) Virgil with someone of your choice :D preferably with hurt/comf sprinkled in with all the shenanigans that they can get into when they try and push Virgil and Other Side together :'D thanks sm! – anon

Read on Ao3 Part 1

Warnings: none!

Pairings: prinxiety, perceived anxceit but not really

Word Count: 3349

Takes place in an AU where the Sides' roles are switched: Logan is Morality, Roman is Anxiety, Virgil and Patton are Creativity, Remus is Deceit, Janus is Logic.

Roman sees Janus kiss Virgil on the cheek. Oh, well, that means that they must be in love, right?

If only he knew that Janus isn't the side that Virgil's actually crushing on…

    Roman fiddles with his hands as the meeting goes on. This one's about what to do this weekend and he's not sure any of them sound like good ideas. Going to the new pop-up store by themselves seems like trouble; what if they get overwhelmed and then none of their friends know how to come yet them? And the new restaurant might be worse, what if they don't like their food and then they have to tell the waitstaff that? They're just doing their job, it's not their fault if Thomas doesn't like the food! And what if Thomas's car gets a flat on the way there? They don't know that area, they don't know how far the nearest place is going to be, what if they can't drive home and they have to be out there for hours and hours and hours?

It was better just to stay home.

"Roman?"

Roman jumps as a hand comes to rest on his shoulder. He looks up to see Logan watching him, concerned.

"Are you quite alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine."

"Bullshit!" Remus waggles his fingers in a wave when Roman glares at him. "You're freaking out, aren't you?"

"Don't be unkind," Janus scolds, giving Remus a gentle push to the shoulder. "I'm sure if Roman is upset about something, he would tell us."

"That's also bullshit."

Patton rolls his eyes, scoffing at the two of them beginning to squabble, looking back at Logan. "All I'm saying is I don't think we should be going out there! That place has no standards of health clearly available, they don't even have vegan options, and who knows what that horrid chicken logo is actually from? We're much better off going somewhere safe and reasonable, that's probably what Roman is so upset about, right?"

"Uh—I—"

"Thomas isn't vegan," Janus says smoothly, "the restaurant wouldn't be open if it hadn't passed its health and safety inspections, and the logo is irrelevant."

"Excuse you?" Patton draws himself up. "The logo is a reflection of the restaurant's values! If they're going to blatantly display something so vulgar, I don't think that's a place that's very family friendly!"

"You say that as if it's a negative," Remus huffs, "I don't want to eat around a bunch of screaming kids. And what's with the whole 'vulgar' thing? It's a chicken holding a platter."

"Wearing nothing but underwear!"

"It's a bikini."

"Exactly!"

"There is nothing wrong with a cartoon depiction of an animal in a bathing suit," Logan says with infinite patience, his hand still on Roman's shoulder, "now, are there any other objections?"

Patton fumes and grumbles for a moment. Roman bites his lip. He doesn't actually want to make Patton upset anymore and it seems like everyone else has already agreed…

"Roman?"

"Um—"

"Don't lie," Remus says, "I'll know."

Oh. Oh, god, everyone's looking at him, oh, no—

"Hey."

Roman turns to look at Virgil, who had previously been quiet. He leans forward, propping his weight on his elbows.

"What's bothering you, Princey?"

"I—um—it's just we've never been here before. We don't—we don't know the area, we don't know how to get there, we don't even know if we'll like the food."

Virgil nods. "Okay. Well, Joan is the one who recommended the place, and we know Joan knows our taste in food. It's close enough to the bus that if something really bad happens, we can still get home. And we'll have J—" he gestures to Janus who nods— "on directions, so we know we won't get lost."

"All true," Janus adds quietly, "thank you for speaking up, Roman, did that help?"

"Y-yeah." Well, now I feel like an idiot for being so upset.

"Then it's settled." Logan pats his shoulder once more. "I am excited to try this place."

"Me too!"

As the conversation winds to a close and the others start to sink out, Roman finds himself watching Janus and Virgil. The two of them have their heads together, speaking quietly. There's an intimacy to the way their shoulders keep brushing, the way they keep smiling, even the way they trade off the ends of their questions. Part of him thinks he shouldn't be watching this, this is clearly a private moment, but he can't stop.

His eyes widen when he sees Janus lean in to kiss Virgil's cheek.

With a squeak and a scramble, he sinks out too, appearing back in his room and curling up into a ball. Janus kissed Virgil. Janus kissed Virgil. Oh my god, Janus just kissed Virgil.

He definitely wasn't supposed to see that. Wait, did that mean they were—together? Maybe it was a secret? Or maybe they were just in the beginning stages of being together, or maybe one of them was waiting to ask the other out? Was that why they both wanted to go to the restaurant? Was it their date?

He puts his chin on his knees. It had felt really nice when Virgil asked him what was wrong. He should try and make Virgil feel nice too.

…yeah. Yeah, he can help Virgil with Janus.

***

"Logan?"

Logan turns as Virgil jogs over to him, adjusting his glasses. "Yes?"

"Is Roman okay?"

"I've not seen much of him lately, which is a little worrying, but…yes, I would presume so." He frowns. "Why, do you think something's wrong?"

"He's avoiding me, I think."

"Avoiding you?"

"Yeah, he keeps saying no to things we planned a while ago, and he won't really look at me during the meetings anymore. I tried to ask him if he was alright and he just got really red and mumbled something before he left."

"Well, that is worrying. Is there anything else in common, or that you've noticed?"

"…he keeps suggesting I hang out with J."

"Janus? Perhaps he knows that you two have been wanting to work together for a while."

"Maybe."

"Look," Logan says, resting his hand on Virgil's shoulder, "you know Roman thinks the world of you. I'm sure if you spoke to him about what's troubling you, he would understand."

Virgil sighs. "God, I hope so."

***

No, no, no, no, this is all wrong, this is very wrong, oh, no, I messed up—

Roman forces a smile to his face as Virgil finishes talking, looking at him in that way that makes him feel special. "So…yeah, Princey. Are we—are we good?"

"Yeah, we're good!" Virgil blinks at the force of his shout. "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to yell, it's just—yeah. Yeah, we're good."

"Are you gonna…stop avoiding me?"

"I didn't mean to avoid you—okay, maybe," he concedes when Virgil raises an eyebrow, "but—I thought you'd—well, I mean—I just thought—"

"You can say it, it's okay."

"I thought you'd rather spend more time with Janus."

Virgil frowns. "Janus? Why?"

"W-well, you…you…um," Roman mumbles, twisting his fingers together, "I didn't…I know I've tried to hog a lot of your free time in the past and I'm not really good at the stuff you—that you enjoy doing with people and…Janus is?"

Understanding crosses Virgil's face and he chuckles. "Yeah, he's pretty great, huh?"

"Mhm." Don't let him see that, don't let him see that, just be happy for them, just be happy for them. "I just…I just want the two of you to be happy."

"That's really sweet of you, Princey," Virgil says, reaching out and lightly tapping the tip of his nose, "but I like hanging out with you too, okay?"

"O-okay."

"Wanna sit next to me for movie night again?"

"Yes," Roman says way too quickly, "I mean, yeah, yeah, sure, if that's…something you want too."

Virgil chuckles. "Yeah, that sounds good. See you then?"

"Y-yeah."

Virgil ruffles his hair and heads out of his room, leaving Roman to wait until the door is properly shut to fall on the bed, bury his face in a pillow, and groan.

It was hard enough when Virgil came and asked him softly if they could talk, it was hard enough to hear him be all concerned over Roman, but then he had to listen to Virgil say that Janus was great in that soft and fond voice and then ask him to sit next to him at movie night—

Oh, why is this so hard?

He just needs to stop freaking out about it. He can still be Virgil's friend and help Virgil get with Janus. He can do this. This is what he wants. This will make everyone happy.

…right?

***

It's one of those days, Virgil's in a playful mood, and yes, he is about to make that everyone's problem.

A few of them know better, rolling their eyes and making themselves scarce or proudly displaying the fact that it rolls right off of them. He caught Janus texting a group chat saying that he's in a mood, best steer clear if you don't want any part of it, and chuckled to himself as he made his way back upstairs.

As if that would do anything to deter him.

He's about to go and track down Remus when he walks past the den and pauses. A smile crawls across his face when he sees Roman there, curled up on the couch, writing in his notebook.

Perfect.

He approaches slowly, giving Roman more than enough time to look up and flee—or at least try—but he doesn't, buried in his notebook until Virgil reaches the corner of the couch. Then he startles, glancing up and curling a little tighter.

"Hi."

"Hello, sweetheart."

Bingo. Roman turns pink, ears flushing red as he blinks up at Virgil. He shuffles a little bit, glancing away before looking back up. "Did—did you need something?"

Virgil hums, tilting his head and just gazing at him. Then he smiles. "May I join you?"

"Um, yeah—yeah, sure, go ahead."

"Thanks, sweetheart."

Another muffled noise as Virgil walks over. Roman shifts, clearly expecting Virgil to sit next to him on the couch—tempting, but not quite what he's going for—and visibly startles like a little kitten when he takes a seat on the coffee table, right in front of him.

He makes himself comfortable, elbows on his legs, and tilts his head as if he's surprised by Roman's confusion.

"Hi, cutie."

He doesn't bother to hide his smirk as Roman looks away, fruitlessly flipping pages in his notebook until the flush subsides a tiny bit. He rests his chin on his hand and just stares, loving the way Roman keeps pointedly not looking at him and trying to sneak glances only to find out that Virgil's still just watching him.

"What," he blurts out eventually, ears back to blushing roses again, "do you want something?"

"Maybe I just want to spend time with you."

Roman looks up, disbelief written all over his features, only for it to dissolve right back into a downright adorable fluster when he winks.

"Aww, come on," he coos when Roman tries to hide his face in the notebook, "don't hide from me, sweetheart, you're too cute."

"I am not!"

Trap laid and baited, Roman steps neatly into it as Virgil leans forward. "Of course you are, Princey. That's why you're hiding your little red face. It's so I can't see how cute it is and tease you about it."

A truly wonderful smattering of flustered noises leaves him and Virgil chuckles.

"Don't worry, cutie, I won't hold it against you."

"Oh my god, what do you want?"

"Don't pout, cutie, I told you. I want to spend time with you." He laughs as Roman glares at him—or tries to, because it keeps going back to that pouty face and he covers it with his hands. "You hiding a smile under there?"

"No," he lies, pulling his leg up to hide it. Thankfully Remus doesn't catch it.

"This isn't proving me wrong, you know, about how cute you are."

Roman peeks one eye out to glare at him but he twiddles his fingers in a wave and oops, he's all flustered again.

"Aww, you're too easy, cutie."

"What do you want?"

"If you keep asking me that, sweetheart, you'll make me think you like hearing how much I want to spend time with you," he chuckles, "but I'll be nice."

"This is you being nice?"

"I did want you to do something for me," he continues, watching as Roman slowly looks up, face sobering as he calms down, sitting up on the couch, "hm?"

"What is it?"

Oh, you poor thing…He holds eye contact, shifting closer, until his face is right up next to Roman's. He lowers his voice to a rumble and smirks.

"Blush for me, Princey."

The poor dear does as bid, turning bright red in shock. He chuckles and tilts his head.

"Isn't that precious," he murmurs, "I wonder…if I ask you to squee for me, would you do that too?"

Roman splutters and Virgil's smile widens, leaning up to whisper in his ear.

"Squee, cutie," he whispers, "squee for me, Princey."

Roman covers his face, pulling himself up to curl into a little ball, letting out the most adorable little squeal he's ever heard.

"Maybe I should save that as your ringtone," he teases, before humming when Roman doesn't move at all, "don't get all shy on me now, cutie."

He doesn't react and Virgil frowns.

"Don't make me come and get you," he warns, before tugging on Roman's sleeve, "alright, you asked for it."

Sure enough, Roman yelps when one of Virgil's hands slides over his tummy and around to his side, hands flying down in an attempt to stop it. But by the time he realizes it's a trap, Virgil's settled on the couch next to him and pulled his legs into his lap, reaching out to cradle his face.

"There you are, cutie," he murmurs, "aren't you precious?"

Roman's eyes are wide and brimming with tears, sparkling in the light. Virgil hums and coos, bringing him closer and ruffling his hair.

"Hey, hey," he says softly as Roman tries to pull away and hide again, "don't run away from me. None of that, little dragon, you're adorable. No, no, shh-shh-shh, you are."

He brushes a thumb underneath Roman's eye to catch the tears that do manage to escape.

"Don't let all those mean voices tell you otherwise," he scolds gently, "do I need to shut them up for you?"

His hands twitch and clutch at Virgil's sleeve and he smiles, brushing a thumb over the other cheek.

"Aww, it's okay, little dragon," he coos, letting Roman wrap his arms around him, "it's okay. Was I being too mean and teasy?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, I can't help it, you're so cute."

"Stop," Roman whines, lightly pushing at his chest, still pouting, "why aren't you doing this to Janus?"

Virgil frowns. "Okay, what's up with you thinking about me and Janus? This is the second time we've had to talk about this."

"You know!"

"I don't know, Roman, that's why I'm asking."

Roman lets out a frustrated noise, his hands flapping. "You know! You two—you're—you're—!"

"We're what?"

"I saw him kiss you!"

"You saw what?" When the fuck did Janus kiss me? Why don't I remember that?

"A-after the meeting about the restaurant, you two were talking and I didn't mean to eavesdrop, really, I didn't, I didn't know it was going to be such a private moment but I did and I saw—I saw him kiss you and I thought—I just thought—"

"Whoa, whoa, easy," Virgil says before Roman works himself up, rubbing his back, "you saw J kiss me on the cheek, yeah?"

"I'm sorry—"

"I'm not mad at you, Princey, look at me—" he cups Roman's little pouty face in his hands— "I'm not mad, okay? J kisses everybody on the cheek, he does it to Remus, he does it to Logan, he even does it to Patton when Patton lets him get close enough."

"He doesn't do it to me."

"Because he doesn't know if you're comfy with it, little dragon, that's all." Roman's face screws up into this frustrated little pout and goddamnit, it should be illegal to be this adorable. "Hey, you thought I had a crush on Janus, right? Or that Janus had a crush on me?"

His chest twinges when Roman looks up at him with those big sad eyes and he has to reach out and cuddle him.

"We're just friends," he murmurs, "I promise, little dragon, we're just friends. It's okay."

"…know that now."

"You just trying to help get us together, hm?" He feels Roman nod. "That's really sweet of you, little dragon."

"Sorry."

"Don't be sorry, you were trying to look out for us, that's okay." Roman mumbles something. "What's that?"

"Was trying to look out for you."

"For me?"

Roman refuses to let him pull back, instead burying his chin into his shoulder. "You're always so nice to me. So I wanted…I thought…"

Oh. "You wanted to be nice to me too?"

"Mhm."

Fuck. Fuck, he's too cute. He's too cute, this should be outlawed, how am I supposed to deal with him being so fucking cute?

Before he can think better of it, he kisses Roman's shoulder.

Roman goes still.

"V-Virgil?"

"Yeah, little dragon?"

"Did you just—did you just…kiss me?"

"Yeah, I did," Virgil says softly, "was that okay?"

"Are—are we still just friends?"

"Do you want to be?" When Roman goes quiet, he carefully shifts them so he can see Roman's face. "Do you want to be just friends, Roman, or do you want more?"

"M-more is an option?"

"Yeah, sweetheart, more's an option, but we don't have to talk about it right now," he says quickly when the poor thing looks like he's about to explode, "we can do this later when you've cried a bit of this out, okay?"

"C-can we still cuddle?"

"Of course we can, Princey, c'mere." Roman tucks himself right back into Virgil's arms and he hums, nuzzling the crook of Roman's neck. "It's all gonna be okay, sweetheart, I promise."

"Don't," Roman croaks out, "don't give me hope."

"But I'm Hopes and Dreams, baby, that's my job. Okay, okay, that was mean, I'm sorry, I'll stop, I'm done, I promise."

"Virgil!"

"I know, I know. I'm finished, I swear." He gives Roman a proper squeeze to make up for it. "Just—I'm not giving you false hope, little dragon. We can talk about this, I promise."

"You better stay right here until we do," Roman orders in his little pouty voice, "or else I'll never forgive you."

"I won't move," he vows, lying down so Roman's on top of him, "see? You got me, little dragon."

"You're my horde now. No moving."

"No moving," he agrees, letting Roman shift until he's more comfortable, "you got it."

It takes a little longer than he'd like, but eventually Roman sags into him, lying down and letting himself actually breathe. Virgil keeps running his hands up and down, up and down, trying to coax him to sleep if he needs it. He's worn the poor thing out, he knows, and he only feels a little bad about it.

Okay, that's not true; he feels bad about making poor Roman worry and fret, he doesn't really feel bad for flustering him that much.

He's too adorable.

After a moment, though, he feels Roman tense again and he's about to soothe it away, say it's alright, he's not going anywhere, when he feels a little kiss on the side of his shoulder. He grins.

Yeah, they're gonna be just fine.

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[dreamsy990]

You reblorbed the "Chose Violence" ask game post & now I must return the favour:

1 12 14 21

Don't feel pressured to answer all of them - it's all in good fun!

~athena-appreciation-page

ALRIGHTY (so sorry this took so long to get around to)

1: the character everyone gets wrong

alright im setting aside my default knee-jerk response of pHOENIX WRIGHT because im literally only referring to his relationship with apollo and i talk too much about that anyways. so i present to you: LARRY BUTZ!!!

i think he was pretty good in the first game, and AMAZING in the anime. like, all his scenes are so fun. hell, even in the movie, he's a fucking HIGHLIGHT!!!! i think the fandom (and the later games, to a lesser extent) kind of does him dirty by portraying him as, idk, terminally straight but in a really bad way? im too tired to think of the word im looking for.

12: the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

i like lucas miller hm i mean. i like most characters. i see a lot of hate for sunny from wof. like, people think shes annoying and kind of useless? but idk, i like her!! she reminds me a bit of athena, i think? in terms of personality, not story.

i get that people are frustrated that she doesn't do much for the first 4 books, but she's trying to be useful. iirc she has a similar arc to maya at the end of aa1 where she feels useless so she starts doing extreme things to help out and ends up being the reason the main cast succeeds. i love that for her!! also, she's pretty fun as a side character in the second arc. so, sunny probably.

14: that one thing you see in fics all the time

dadnix (specifically relating to apollo). i have SO MANY ISSUES WITH DADNIX!!!!! you CANNOT tell me that apollo would consider this man a father. hell, even assuming apollo would think of a parental figure positively (which, based on his story, he has no reason to have ANY positive association with fathers specifically), phoenix???? their relationship doesn't read like that at ALL. apollo is notably distant with phoenix. nick is SHOCKED to hear apollo isn't always serious.

the only canon scene i can think of that reads like dadnix is probably when the agency is in danger in magical turnabout, when apollo has what reads like a panic attack, and nick comforts him. that's the ONLY SCENE. i just. i want them to have a conversation i think. i dont see their dynamic like that i suppose. its fine? i just. hngh.

21: part of canon you think is overhyped

i was gonna say apollos backstory but uh. actually i think its very interesting. um. i cant think of anything actually. so a part of canon i think is UNDERHYPED is the gap between aa4 and aa5!! like, some shit CLEARLY happened there!!!!! phoenix and apollo had to have a conversation between aa4 and aa5 based on how their relationship is different (change in writers be damned) and that's one of my favorite things in aa so. yeah!!

okay actually. i can think of a non-ace attorney answer. pre-starblaster in taz. i just dont really care all that much about what happened before the hunger? like i don't mind it, its pretty interesting, but its probably the LEAST interesting thing in taz.

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

(v)

How did you celebrate your birthday last year?

Huh?

I...I was out of the country. We were still on the run from Zetsubou, and trying to fight back.

But you were with your wife and daughter then, weren't you? Did you not celebrate?

We...did something small. We didn't really have the time or the resources to do something bigger but...

It did make me happy.

Well, that's what Sayaka wants too. Even if it's not something that Mukuro will necessarily enjoy on her own, she wants us all to be there to show her how we really do care about her and all the things she's done for us.

You, of all people, should know how hard it is to fit in with a group, while carrying a tragic past full of abuse and a pile of bodies. Wouldn't you?

Wow that's...blunt.

I figured you'd appreciate it that way.

Yeah I...I do...I just wasn't expecting it, is all...

Toko...We wanna get this right. We're not screwing up on purpose.

I know you are...I'm sorry if I'm coming across as too strict, I...

I wanna get this right too, is all.

Heehee.

Pastries and snacks aside, I think we're gonna need more of a plan when it comes to the main dishes.

We're all ears.

Okay...well...first of all, I know we trusted ourselves to do it, but we are seriously gonna need more hands on deck.

I'm gonna call in a few favors...

———————————————————————

I really am grateful, you guys. Sorry to call all of you in over something so minor.

You have so many items to prepare, Toko. I would hardly call this minor, even if you can manage the time properly.

Yeah, don't sweat it!

I don't mind prepping the food so long as I get to eat some of it later!

Masaru, this isn't really for us, you know?

It's alright. If you guys chip in, I really don't think Sayaka or Mukuro will mind any of you guys coming to the party.

If that does happen, I'll make sure we're all well behaved.

And I make no promises on that front.

Hngh...

We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, I assume you already have roles planned for us?

Yeah. I think we should do it like this, so we can get the tasks done as efficiently as possible.

Deck The Halls for a Birthday Party: The Second Hour.

Okay, so we're making HOW many of these?

About 150 of each sample.

...Between three people.

Toko, there's a lot of us, and some of us eat hoards of food at this time of the year.

You mean you do?

Not JUST me!

To be fair, Hifumi and myself are usually the biggest eaters. Not just Hina.

Right, and no doubt you'll want an extra 50 stuffed with protein powder or something. In that case, I have a question. For Sayaka, I mean.

Yeah?

Why, on GOD'S EARTH, are WE the one's in charge of baking.

What do you mean? You didn't seem to complain when I told you in advance.

No, I'm not-! I just...I'm confused.

Is it because you want it to be an in-house operation that you're not calling Teruteru or even Tojo to help us out here?

Teruteru is already busy at this time of the year as it is. He has his own family to worry about, and...yes, as you said, I want this to be a special present from US.

I'm sure if I asked him, he really wouldn't mind. Nor would Kirumi. But this is the time of year they should be spending time with THEIR loved ones as well. I don't want to get in the way of that.

Hm...I suppose that's fair. But my point still stands. We aren't exactly substitutes, and the tips I've learned from my wife might not cut it for this sort of occassion.

Wait, so...Who does the cooking and baking in your house? You or Komaru?

Komaru.

Then why the hell are YOU here!?

Wha-!? Because she's better at decorating than she is at cooking! So her skills are required elsewhere!

I said Komaru did MOST of the baking, not that I was completely inept at it by comparison!

Alright, alright, keep your hair on! I was just asking!

Feh...This is what I mean. I'm not even the best cook in my house, and you two...

You probably burn WATER, and I doubt you can even hold an egg without smashing it accidentally!

That is-!

...True, actually...I haven't had much luck in the past.

...

B-But I will be careful this time!

...

Whatever...We'll just figure it out as we go along...

[citrine-elephant]

forgive me tonight

these quotes, specifically about zane’s “toys”

ughhngh h hhh inspired, inspired inspired ...

[indouloureux]

*clears throat* so, as the whore that i am, i was thinking about steve being rough on you for the first time, he getting a little to excited in the moment and trying to push into your ass but stopping himself before it and being all like "shit.... i'm sorry, honey" just so you could tell him that you want him to ruin your ass so bad 🙏🏾

hngghh okay teddy okay okay okay okay

18+ mdni. cw: piv, unprotected sex, breeding kink, anal, breeding kink, doggy. fem!reader

his grunts are borderline animalistic, his pace fast and unforgiving, the tip of his cock practically prodding at your cervix. it's no secret steve harrington's cock is almost as thick as a fucking soda can (are you calling him a slut?...no); and fuck, do you love having your cunt ruined by him.

leaving you all gaping and twitching; legs and thighs, maybe even your whole body aching. when he stuffs you full of his seed, breeding you, let his cum slip out from your pussy down to your puckered hole. it's filthy.

and you love filthy.

your face is smushed against his pillow, rich of his scent and your sweat that drips down onto the soft fabric. your ass ripples at his thrusts, his hand tight on your waist and heavy on the dip of your spine.

steve thumbs at your clit, fast rubs that make your toes curl and your mind a puddle. your language being incoherent praises and moans that range between sobs to high-pitched whines.

“god, this pussy,” he throws his head back, pistons his dick deep inside your gummy, warm walls. “'s like it's made just to be bred, hm? little pussy made to take all my cum? get stuffed full, making your belly all swollen?”

nodding, you twist your head and rest your cheek on the pillow. “hngh– yeah. yes– oh fuck. pussy's jus' for you to breed, stevie– oh, yes!”

he fucks himself easily with how wet you are, which makes him accidentally pull out mid thrust and prod your asshole with his tip. you whimper, jolting up that you almost hit yourself on his headboard.

"shit! fuck, honey, i'm sorry," he leans down, stomach pressed on the bottom of your spine and chest on your back, hand coming up to push your hair out of your face. "you alright, babe? god, i knew this was gonna happen–"

"steve," you take his hand into yours. "i'm fine. didn't hit my head. and i wanted this, remember," you bring his knuckles to your lips, planting a soft, open mouthed kiss to his scars. "just wan' you to fuck me open. fuck me in the ass, please,"

the concern in his face returns to its lust driven haze. steve gives your cheek a quick kiss before he goes back on his knees, kneading the pudgy flesh of your ass as he lines himself to your rim.

"want me to fuck your little virgin hole, open?" he taunts. "think you can handle it, sweetheart? think you can handle my big boy?"

"please don't say that again,"

"roger that, mama," he feigns salutation. steve bends down, lets a fat glob of his spit trail down to your ass before he lathers it with his thumb. "you said you wanted it rough, hm?"

he pushes himself in without warning, with ease; it's not the first time he's got something up your ass anyway (just his fingers and a silver plug to train you). you mewl, hands unclenching his sheets, fingers spread open and you feel your eyes sting.

steve's balls rest heavy on your cunt, the slickness of your folds lathered on the loose skin of his sack. he chuckles at your blissful pain, hand twirling around your neck.

"gonna stuff your ass full of my cum, baby. you wanted that, did you? have both your holes full of me you'd be fuckin' pregnant tomorrow. gon' make sure all my spent'll leak out of you until next week. gonna fucking breed you, honey."

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

[justfangirlstuffs]

Now that Y/N is a thrall, can Sun and Moon still feed on them?

An excellent question!

Vampire!Moon x Thrall Y/N

“Hey, knock knock,” you said, as you entered the room.

It was a huge library room and Moon was sitting in one of the large armchairs reading a book about various cat breeds. Upon your announced entry, however, his eyes drifted from the pages to settle on you. A soft smile graced his lips.

“Hello there,” he greeted. “Are you settling in alright?”

You took that as a sign that you weren't disturbing him and walked farther into the room. “Yeah, still getting used to the furniture and décor coming to life at random, but it's been okay otherwise.”

Moon chuckled. “It's been a while since this place has seen a new guest. DJ and the other spirits are excited.”

Ah, so there were multiple ghosts. Cool. “Thinking of getting a cat?” you asked, gesturing to the book he was holding.

“No, animals don't tend to favor us, but they are nice to look at.”

You approached, peering over his shoulder to look at some of the pictures. The breed he was looking at was a slender feline with a narrow face and bat-like ears. It was cute, and you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have a pet around the house. Taking advantage of the angle you were at, Moon leaned up to kiss the juncture of your jaw and neck. The contact had heat flooding your face.

“Sweet little Starlight, are you still so easily affected by something so small?” Moon asked, voice laced with amusement.

“Sh-shut up,” you mumbled, feeling even more embarrassed.

With a resounding thud, the book was shut and suddenly you found yourself being pulled into Moon’s lap, your legs straddling his waist as one hand kept a firm hold on the small of your back. “Such bad manners.” He tsked, his grin becoming impish, taking on that sharper edge and you knew you were in for it. “Do I need to punish you?”

Your hands braced against his shoulders as he began kissing along your throat. The skin on your face and neck felt like it was on fire and your heart was already racing.

“It’s been a while since I’ve tasted you,” you murmured, his fingers caressing along the base of your neck. “I wonder how you’re flavor will be now?”

“You… you can still feed on me?” you asked uncertainly. It was admittedly something that had been on your mind since you weren’t fully human and all. A part of you had wondered if you would be appetizing anymore.

Moon paused in his attentions, his gaze meeting yours. “Now that you’re a thrall, you're more of a temptation than ever.” His cool digits caressed your warm cheeks. “We’ll be relying on you even more for feedings, since your body will have an easier time keeping up with it.” He paused, his expression thoughtful. “That is… if that’s something you want.”

“I…” Your voice dropped to a mumble. “Y-yeah… I do.”

“What was that?” Moon asked, his mouth going back to teasing your throat. “I don’t think I heard you. You’ll need to speak up.”

Your breathing was becoming erratic and you bit back a moan when you felt his teeth graze your skin. “Y-you have super hearing, th-there’s no way you didn’t hear that. Mm…”

The teeth nibbled at your neck but still didn’t pierce. He was toying with you. Your hands were fisting the folds of his cloak.

“Tell me what you want, sweet thing,” Moon murmured coyly. “And don’t forget to say ‘please’.”

Your bit your lip, almost wanting to hold out for as long as possible just to spite him. You tried to shift away but he held you in place, right where he wanted you. You weren’t gong anywhere without his say-so, and that notion alone was enough to raise your body temperature to almost unbearable heights.

“Please, bite me,” you gritted out.

“Can’t hear you~,” he sing-songed, nibbling the lobe of your ear.

Or for the love of… “Please, Moony, I want you to bite me. Please, I take can’t much more- hngh!”

At last, you felt his fangs pierce in deep and you released a shuddering sigh of relief as you were carried away. Carried under, with him holding you all the way down.

(The short answer is, YES :D)

[kashimos-hajime]

definition of a good boy | a.a.

summary: literally you just peg the FUCK out of armin arlert. that’s it. and he looks real fucking pretty taking it.

WARNINGS: smut (18+), switch!reader (but majority femdom), switch!armin (majority sub <3), PEGGING, edging, anal fingering ahgnfkld, safe word (not used), oral (fem-receiving), overstim, praise kink, minor dacryphilia bc that shit HITS pairing: armin arlert x fem!reader word count: 3.7k

a/n: if armin no like peg, why he look like THAT last episode? ANYWAY this is who i represent now. just,,, pegging men and making them cry

crossposted on ao3

You wonder how many times Armin’s thought about this before. Or even, the first time at least. 

Was it when you rode him until he was crying for relief, your hands around his throat and your lips ravaging his own? Or maybe that time you had riled him up until he had you pinned in an alleyway just outside a fucking embassy, panties swept aside by the crook of his fingers and cock sheathed inside your wet folds as you cried out into his shoulder.

Which in itself was a feat. It’s probably the most difficult thing in the world to irritate Armin Arlert to the point where he wants to fuck the attitude out of you, and it had started with a dress that had a slit up to your thigh, and you tugging at his tie in the middle of his conversations, and ended with bruised collarbones, jelly legs, and fucking Connie texting you, WOW GOOD JOB!!!!! SASHA OWES ME TWENTY.

But you digress. You could probably pinpoint a million times he’s thought about it, a million times more when you have. It doesn’t matter now. What matters is that Armin Arlert is laid out right in front of you, flushed, sweating, eyes closed shut and mouth shamelessly open as you jack him off. His cheeks are red, the blush spreading down his neck and chest, but nothing compares to the shade of his lips as you swallow down his moan, tongue dipping into his mouth. Your other hand pins down his shoulder as he lets out a soft whine, and you smile, drawing back just as quickly as you came.

“You look so pretty, baby,” you whisper, brushing the hair fanning across his forehead back. The golden strands glimmer in the warm light of their room as Armin lets out another strangled noise when you squeeze the tip of his cock, the precum warm underneath your palm. “You think you’re ready?”

“Yeah.” His hands are on your back, fingers scratching the skin and sending shivers down your spine, yet now, one travels to the back of your neck and pulls you down for another deep kiss. Their mouths meet messily and his other hand trails down to your hips, your thighs by his waist, and squeezes. “I’m ready. I trust you.”

Pulling back, your gut clenches and you wish you’d taken up his offer to ride the edge off on his thigh, but you’d been so excited that you had refused. Now, nervous energy mixes with the heady arousal surrounding them you pull off of him, fingers giving one last pump to his hard cock. Sitting aside with the lube, you watch as Armin rolls over, revealing a muscled back ripe with tension and you immediately crawl over to him.

“Tense?”

“Nervous, yeah.” His fingers dig into the bedsheets as you place a gentle kiss on the back of his neck. His blond hair tickles the apple of your cheek and you situate yourself right over him. Squeezing a sizeable amount of lube onto your pointer and third finger, you smear it down to your base knuckles and glance at Armin again. His cheek is pressed against the mattress, his sedated face betraying the hunger in those blue eyes. His hips twitch against the blankets almost imperceptibly but you let it slide—they both need a moment to just…

“Safe word?” you ask.

“Conch,” he replies dutifully. “Don’t worry so much or I’ll start to worry.”

“I just don’t want to hurt you or for you to hate this.”

“The most important thing is that we tried it, alright?” He reaches back to grab your hand, and you look down at his fingers wrapping around your wrist. Twisting to hold onto him, you kiss his fingers before he lets go, resumes the slow grind against the mattress and you watch, transfixed at the rolls of his hips. Reminded of the slick glistening down your thighs, you clench your legs together as a soft moan is muffled by Armin’s face buried in the sheets. His knuckles are white as his thrusts grow frantic, but they both know that nothing on this bed is enough friction for what they both want.

Too many nights with disappointing outcomes have taught them better—silk is good for hair and skin only, it seems.

“On your knees,” you murmur, and he freezes, face turning slowly to reveal blissed out face and a panting mouth. Stomach fluttering at how obedient he is, you situate yourself right behind him as he rises to his knees and elbows and you spot the wet stain where his precum had soaked into the sheets. Smiling, you rise up on your knees, lean over, and kiss his spine, settling a hand on the small of his back. “Relax, baby.”

Your fingers slip between his cheeks and rub along the hole, the heat emanating from his skin incinerating. Gently, you sink your fingers in and he lets out a choked noise at the stretching as you scissor slowly to give him time to get used to the burning. His fingers sink into the mattress, claw-like, and his back tenses up but you lean forward, running a soothing hand between his shoulder blades.

“Are you okay, baby?” you whisper, the resistance making you pause so he can get used to it. He lifts his head, gasping before nodding to the wall.

“I’m okay.” Forehead to the sheets again. “Keep going.”

Kissing his hip, you nod and push forward as your hand on his back spreads out, and you feel the moment he relaxes because something inside him eases, too. Your fingers sink in despite how tight it is, near-choking as his legs twitch against your thighs. You watch the back of his head keenly, catch the speedy rise and fall of his shoulders as you slowly draw your fingers in and out, getting him used to the sensation.

Tiny sounds escape his mouth as he rests his cheek against the bed, his sharp gasps whenever you push in deeper than before music to your ears and to the growing drip of arousal between your legs.

It’s when Armin’s legs shoot out from underneath him, his whole body collapsing and a loud moan comes out of him that you really snap awake. Your hand ripped out from between his asscheeks, you jump back, eyes widening in fear and you crawl up so you can spot his face. His eyes are wide enough that you can see a ring of white around his blue, blue eyes, and he’s coated in a fine layer of sweat over his pink cheeks. A hand is slapped over his mouth and you hear his raspy pants through his nose, desperate and rapid as you lower yourself to his eye level.

“What happened? Are you hurt?” you ask but he lifts a wet hand from his mouth, and you watch slowly as he grabs your wrist tightly. Lube from your fingers drips onto your hand as he yanks you close.

“Why’d you stop?” he groans. “If that’s how it feels every time I hit your g-spot, I wish we started this sooner.”

Electricity zaps through your chest and your lips pull into an incredulous smile as he lets go of your wrist and cups your neck, pulling you down into an open-mouthed kiss and you moan into his mouth as he pushes himself up onto an arm, tongue exploring your cheeks, his hand sliding down your back. It’s decidedly slow, unpretentious, intimate, and you remind yourself that there’s still a task at hand, no matter how persuading Armin can be with his eyes, hands, tongue, or otherwise.

Parting, your heart pounds like a damned drum as he squeezes your ass but you pluck his hand off of you, pushing him back down onto all fours.

“Elbows and knees, Arlert. I’m not finished with you yet,” you murmur and you see the shiver in his body at the idea. He does as he’s told, lowering himself until his face is against the mattress and his ass is up in the air, and you migrate to his end again, through the molasses air until you’re where you were before. 

A hand on the small of his back, you ease your fingers in again, and this time, when he lets out a sharp whine, you know not to give up but to give in, push against the spongey flesh at your fingers that sends his hips jolting back into your palm. Peering at a pretty blond head, you frown when you see his palm has found its place over his mouth again and without thinking, your hand on his back trails to his ass, giving it a light slap before squeezing the flesh.

“Let me hear you, pretty boy,” you croon as his back arches with a choked ah! that fills your stomach with butterflies. Pushing down on his spine, with every whine, moan, desperate more, every pleading deeper, baby, you reward him with another thrust of your fingers that makes Armin writhe with pleasure you can feel everywhere in his body. Heat licking at your own face, you get so lost in the rocking of his hips, the sheets twisting under Armin’s fists as he tries to chase his own high, that you nearly miss the signs of his coming orgasm.

Classic: he starts swearing like a sailor.

“Fuck—hngh!—C’mon, baby. Come on. I’m so close.”

And the panting that’s so noticeably heavy and fast that it’s a wonder he can even breathe with how much he’s begging and squirming by the pressure of your fingers alone. 

Those two things echo in your head as you pull your fingers out just as he stands on the brink of his eyes rolling back from the black-out euphoria he must’ve been on the edge on because when you stop, he lets out the loudest fucking curse you’ve ever heard in your life.

No, fuck! Baby!” His whines are music to your ear as he buries his face in the silk. “Baby, I was so fucking close! You, you—“

“I? I?” you tease, a thrill igniting underneath your heart at how he sweats and arches underneath your hand. “You’re just so pretty for me all needy, Armin. Not every night I get to edge you.”

“It could be,” he pleads, his hips lowering to the mattress again as he reaches forward for a pillow to shove between his legs but you smack the hand away as you stretch for the nightstand. “Baby, just let me cum. Let me cum and I’ll let you edge me every night. Please, please, please—“

“Armin,” you censure, although the words are enticing and you know if you brought it up to him outside the bedroom tomorrow morning, he’d blush and have to accept his own vow. But you’re not that cruel. “When have you ever given in to my pleading?”

Maybe you’re worse. You don’t mind that at all.

“Sometimes, I do. When you’ve been a good girl.” His hips begin to rub against the silk sheets as you grab the strap-on and buckle it up comfortably around your hips. Armin’s oblivious to it all and you let him have his moment of faux relief, pretending you don’t notice. He’s going to need the breather after you’re done with him. “And I’ve been good. I swear it.”

“Really?” Grabbing the lube bottle that’s been lost in the sheets, you squirt a hefty amount all over the silicone and run your hand up and down the shaft, warming it up. “I don’t think trying to fuck yourself on silk sheets like you’re a prince without a whore is going to help you much now is it, hm?”

His hips freeze and you chuckle to yourself, the power trip making you dizzy as you hum appreciatively and lean over him, the tip of the strap leaving a wet trail from between his cheeks down his spine. Your lips find the knob of his spine, mouthing at it warmly as his entire body goes taut and you reach blond hair, nosing it away and sucking a mark onto his neck. He lets out a soft moan, lifting his head and reaching up a hand to wrap around the back of your neck. 

Bracing yourself, you smile and find the sensitive spot right underneath his jaw, biting gently.

“Armin,” you whisper huskily against the shell of his ear, nose drawing along his temple. “What’s that again about being a good boy?” You return your mouth to the juncture of his neck and shoulder, grinning wickedly when his back arches and he lets out a helpless whine. Inhaling the smell of clean soap, you crane your head to look down between your bodies. He’s laid out bare in front of you, and you wiggle your hips, nestling the strap back between his ass cheeks, just to get him used to the sensation.

Tearing yourself away and back up, you cup his thighs and pull him back up to his knees.

“Anyway,” you continue, as if remarking on the weather, “I don’t know if you do deserve this anymore. Seeing as if every time I stopped touching you, you’ve gone to rutting the bed like I wouldn’t notice.” The tip presses against his hole and you feel his shiver. You tilt your head. “Nothing to say now, huh.”

“No, no, please. Fuck! I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I won’t do it again. I promise. I really promise, baby.”

“Right.” You don’t believe him, but nonetheless, you smile. “Why don’t you prove it and relax?” A soft noise keening from his mouth, he nods and lowers himself deeper. Counting silently to yourself, you wait until he gets comfortable.

When he does, you set a hand on his hip, another on his back, and slowly push in. 

“Ah!” His head snaps up, knuckles blanching as he grasps the sheets. Breathing quickening, he stiffens but you hush him quietly, stroking soothing shapes into his skin. You slowly ease out again and he exhales. A heat sears through your chest and the urge to slip your fingers in, to push against the spongey part again until he’s begging, not for you to stop or for you to continue, but just crying begging for you, causes you to groan to yourself.

“You don’t know how pretty you look all like this, Armin,” you murmur as he shifts back and you laugh gently. “You really want this, hm?” You push back in gently, and it goes easier this time. Your hips nearly press flush against his skin as he lets out a choked noise. “Lemme hear you, yeah? God, I wanna hear you so bad, baby.”

“Hngh! Ah—“ You draw back only to sink back in again, bottoming out and you know you hit it when his elbows slide out from under him, cheek against the bed. You pause, tip pressing against the prostate until he’s blabbering, voice going raw with desperation. “Baby! Baby, baby, baby, oh God—“

Guts tightening, you bite your lip, trying to hold back your own moan as he tries to jerk back. 

“You want me to move, baby?”

“Yes! Yes, please. Please, please, please.” His hand claws at his face, caging his mouth but doing nothing to muffle any of his noise as you push harder. His eyes roll back and you smirk, pulling back. “Baby!”

“Alright, alright. Since you asked so nicely.” And you sink into him, faster this time, hitting your mark so easily that when his moans arise, it’s only incentive for you to continue thrusting, your movements sloppy but quick. Hips against his ass, your fingers dig into his hips as he begins to rock back against you, settling into an unsteady rhythm only they can begin to understand.

You watch in delicious satisfaction as Armin falls apart, raising his ass higher, sinking deeper into his chest. A soft whine rises with every movement as he gasps out, “Harder,” and you nearly fucking lose yourself in the high-pitched rasp in his voice. His voice begins to thicken when you listen, and you catch sight of his cheek, glistening with tears.

“You close, baby?” you pant at the sight. Fuck, he’s so fucking pretty; it’s otherwordly. Your hips beginning to tire, the smack and slide of their skin the only other thing you can feel besides how hard and tight he is as he nods, red lip trapped between teeth. “Yeah? You’re doing so well, you know? God, I’m so proud of you.” He lets out a whiny mhm! A harsh throbbing between your legs, you squeeze his hips. “C’mon, baby. C’mon. You’re so pretty. Pretty boy crying for me.”

“God, I love you,” he cries out, body beginning to shake as his breath hitches in his throat sharply like a ragged gasp after nearly drowning. “I love you so much. Please, let me cum. I wanna be good. Lemme be good for you.”

Lurching forward, you plunge as deep as you can into him and he lets out a hoarse wail as you sink your teeth into his side, at his ribs. Your arms wrap around his waist, holding him flush against yourself and he shudders, head raised as he claws at the sheets, riding off his own orgasm on your strap, shamelessly, with reckless abandon and you press your face into his shoulder blade, rocking with his moves.

Soft, airy moans fill the silence as he stubbornly tries to keep going as he falls back on his knees, in some yoga pose you can’t remember the name of, and you draw yourself back up, shallowly rolling your hips against his until he’s crying into his arm, ears red, cheeks red, everything red and warm and slick.

Sighing, you finally pull out and he lets out a whimper at the loss. Sitting back on your ankles, you begin to unbuckle the strap, climbing over his shaking leg to grab the towel on their nightstand. Wiping off the lube and juices from the silicone, you glance over your shoulder at your dazed boyfriend, and a soft smile pulls at your mouth as he tries to catch his breath. Back rising and falling, he wipes at his face and you chuckle, abandoning your cleaning efforts to crawl over to his face. Leaning down to kiss his cheek, you hum.

“Pretty baby,” you murmur as his blue eyes rake over your face, down your body covered in a fine layer of sweat. You lay down beside him, mirroring his position so you’re on your stomach, chest resting on your forearm. Your other hand lifts, fingers brushing through hair that falls over his eyes lazily. His irises are still blown out with lust, the residual pleasure still occupying his face in how lax his face is, how he barely keeps his eyes open. “You okay?”

“More than okay.” His voice is nothing more than a mumble as he turns to plug his eyes with his forearm and you laugh, scooting closer to kiss his ear. “I dunno if I can walk tomorrow, though.”

“I did go a bit hard on you, didn’t I?”

“’S okay. I asked for it.” He lifts his head with a cold breath, and he looks at you again. “I wanted it. So badly. You did so good, baby.”

“A-Armin—“ His name is swallowed up by his lips and you let out a noise of surprise as he cups the back of your neck. Pushing you onto your back, he deepens the kiss and their legs tangle up as his other hand runs down your side. A soft moan spills out of your mouth into his as he trails inward, exploring the slick pooling down your legs. Without a second to waste, he sinks a finger in easily to the first knuckle, curling sinfully and your legs spasm against his.

“Maybe you liked it more than me,” he hums, lifting his mouth from yours. Before you can refute that claim, he’s travelling down your body, free hand adoring every single curve and line. You let out a small protest as he slips his finger out but it’s almost instantly replaced by his mouth suctioning onto your cunt. Heat splinters through your body and your legs wrap around his head immediately.

“Fuck, Armin,” you sigh, hands buried under the pillow above your head as he laps at your slit and when you raise your head to see him peering back, you groan at the sheen covering his chin and lips. His eyes are still blown out, darkened with lust, and he dips his mouth again as the coil inside you tightens and just seeing him beneath you again has your eyes rolling back. His hand squeezes your thigh as your breath hitches and you feel it coming, harsh, white, and hot.

Chest blistering tight, your eyes flutter shut and your fingers scrape at silk as your hips rut against his face. You’re so fucking close—fuck, fuck, fuck—

“Armin!” You let out a hoarse scream as he slams a hand over your mouth and your back arches as his other hand presses your hips down. Eyes rolling back, your hands wrap around his wrist as he sucks on your clit, massages you through the crashing waves that run through your body. Legs trembling, you try to move away but he only huffs a laugh, kissing your slit before licking a stripe up. The overstimulation makes you whine, shaking as he continues to tease you out, drinking you, eating you as if you’re his last meal on death row.

His name spills out of your mouth in shameless babbles, praises about how good he is for you coming out raw as you try to catch your breath but he won’t let you. Not even for a second. 

Armin only breathes you in—hums against your soaked thighs, biting gently on the flesh, and your hands fly to your face, one over your mouth, another over your eyes as a helpless, incoherent plea spills out of you. You feel the smirk in his cheeks as he pushes himself closer and your hips nearly lift but he pulls you back down to the bed, chuckling.

“Am I good boy now?” he asks huskily against your cunt. Shivers shoot up your spine and he inhales deeply, squeezing your thighs like he’s never seen something so fuckable. “Or do I need to prove it to you again?”

[beautifulterriblequeen]

BH: buried(?)

I haven't seen anyone else mention this detail yet but I love it a lot:

the architecture inside the mausoleum looks like a ring of hatchets buried head-down around a sarcophagus.

Runaan hears the screech of the Bloodmoon Huntress and he knows two things immediately:

she isn't as dead as he thought she was

she'll be at the mausoleum because that's somehow part of the stories he knows - he checked there for footprints earlier

Pretty sure that Kimdael's been sacrificing people on the altar of her own grave for the past thousand years, entirely undetected, and Rayla had exactly the right idea when she got her dads to help her crack it.

did the Moonshadow elves want her to be dead so hard that they made an empty grave for her?

that pairs nicely with the idea that legendary figures always get cool graves even if they're horrible assholes irl

potentially the hatchets could symbolize something historical like "Bury the Hatchet" as if there was only meant to be one generation of assassins

of note: the hatchet blades are all pointed at the sarcophagus as if it is a threat

gotta wonder if Kim'dael was ever inside it and got out, or if it was more of a "we're metaphorically burying you and yeah that's a threat" vibe

Alright, speculation time:

alternate, more complicated, more angsty idea: maybe this is not her grave, but her spouse's grave?

she has a horncuff on her remaining intact horn, and a braid, and we know those are Moonshadow signs of loyalty and affection-

okay the horn cuff I could see her keeping for centuries, she doesn't need to do a thing with it, it can just sit there, but her braid? what if

ohoho this is horrible

what if she brought her spouse back from the dead in some partial manner, and they're in perhaps not the most perfect of condition, but she is loyal to them anyway, and they still braid her hair for her

what if their death had some impact on her life choices 👀

what if other Moonshadow assassins were sent to kill them for helping Kim'dael with her forbidden blood magic 👀👀

uhhh, Briarwood vibes anyone? mmhmm same

Kim'dael as a bitter and powerful spouse who only wants to live forever in order to exact revenge for the one she loves? hngh

Yeah, that would be the bomb actually, the darkest (so far) version of true love that the TDP universe has, serving as a warning but also as a balm: if someone has already gone this dark, no one we know and care about in the show probably will.

Probably.