#how many times have i seen the special preview?

[teecrescent]

[thexsilentxwordsmith]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Warnings: smut, masterbation, send nudes, quick mention of breeding

Sequel to: Think of Me When You Cum Later

Almost an entire day passed without a word from you. Smug as he could fucking be, Simon was certain that it had everything to do with his little impromptu video he sent keeping your hands far to busy to type and God did that fuel him with a new secret passion; perhaps he’d have to send you another before he got back, just to be sure that you were a complete goddamn mess for him when you came to pick him up from base.

If he was really lucky and did his job right you’d have to pull over on the ride home just so he could fuck your brains out in the back seat of your car, so needy you wouldn’t be able to wait the short ride back to his place. You’d both have those window panes fogged up real fucking quick.

But there was one thing the self-assured military man forgot about and that was that you were never one to let him go empty handed. The moment Simon had sent his bit of personal porn for your enjoyment, he should have known that you would not want him to miss out on something special for himself; he needed to see with his own two eyes just how much you needed him. And since he had only made that ache worse for you, he had to have a bit of it back.

It was only fair after all.

So eventually once you were able to clear your head and calm your raging heartbeat, you got to work plotting. It had to be a cinematic masterpiece, something so good that he would definitely have to save for private viewings over and over again whenever he was away; you never did anything half-assed and since it was for him it had to be perfect.

The day had been uneventful and that gave ample time for Simon’s devious mind to wander back to you, wondering how many times you’d viewed that spicy clip and how absolutely soaked your panties were from it. Something about the silence from his phone only led him to fantasize about you being nothing more than a puddle in the middle of his bed, legs shaking from how many times you’d cum.

God, to be a fly on the wall he would have given anything.

BZZ…BZZ…

As if prompted by his thoughts alone, his phone buzzed to life as he sat in his bunk wiling away the hours until sleep finally decided to take over. He pulled small rectangle out of his bag that lay beside his bed with a cocky grin plastered to his lips, ready to read the long string of texts about how his distraction was more than satisfactory. The older phone that Simon liked to take into the field didn’t allow him to preview messages before he opened them, so he had no idea what awaited inside until he clicked the icon; his jaw nearly hit the floor and he had to immediately look around him to make sure that there was no one skulking about that could possibly catch a glimpse of his screen.

This was for him and him alone.

It was a picture… not what he was expecting, but he should have known better after his little stunt that you were bound to do something like this. The message directly underneath it read: “Shit, baby, I can’t seem to stop watching your video. Look what you’re doing to me.”

Nearly choking on his saliva, his heart stopped and forcefully restarted in his chest at the glory of image before his eyes. Goddamn he could not pull his sight away; you had to have gone to a lot of trouble to set this all up, but fuck was it worth it just so that he could see you like this.

There you were spread eagle across his bed, completely naked save for the singular hair tie dangling from your wrist that had become a staple of your everyday attire. Your hand was precisely placed between your thighs, fingers clearly buried in that juicy cunt of yours. Head fallen back, presumably eyes shut tight, tits up with your nipples hard, goddamn you were the prettiest fucking picture he had ever fucking seen.

He was falling head over heels all over again.

The pressure of his cock straining harshly against the zipper of his pants became incredibly painful all of a sudden and he rushed to undo the restraining fabric in a hurry; such a visceral effect that you always seemed to produce in him no matter how many times he saw you bare. Pulling the waistband open he lay there with nothing but his boxers to keep him covered.

It had been a long minute since your body was available for his viewing pleasure and he sucked every last drop of that photo down, transfixed as if he had been put under hypnosis. Eyes scanning every inch of that tiny picture glaring back at him through the darkness, the ache in his chest grew as did the heat so that even though his shirt was off he was still boiling to the touch; fuck he needed you so bad it was agony. There was no lie when Simon had said he was desperate to make you cum, he would give anything to feel you writhe beneath him right now, body burning as he put all his focus into making you slip over the edge as many times as humanly possibly.

Whatever he had to do, whatever sin he had to commit that would get him to you fast enough, he would in an instant just to ride straight to hell between those luscious thighs.

Satisfying your temptation was worth the damnation.

How much time had passed since he become consumed by your image he didn’t know, but now there was something on his phone that was beginning to download. His heartbeat pounded loudly in his ears as he waited on baited breath, barely moving a muscle in anticipation for whatever it was you had sent him. Auburn eyes were boring holes into his phone as he watched that slow fucking progress bar inch its way forward at a turtles pace; Christ, it was going to make him drop dead from the excited expectation of what was to come once it was done.

BZZ... BZZ…

Finally, after what felt like a fucking eternity, the damned thing was finished and ready for him. A video was what waited for his viewing pleasure, slightly longer than the one he had sent the night before. With shaky, unsteady hands Simon dived head first for his headphones in his bag without a second thought, nearly ripping the canvas apart trying to pry them out as fast as his hands would allow. Shoving the buds into his ears as his pulse raced through his veins, he pushed play...

And his blood pressure shot through the goddamn roof.

“Ahh, Simon…” your breathy moan hit his ears first and his brain flat-lined as he nearly came just from just the sound of your sweet tone calling out his name. How long had it been since he had heard you mewling his name in the throws of passion? So damn long it should have been a crime.

The way you had the camera set up he could see it all, the perfect goddamn angle as if he were sitting in the room with you, watching as you touched yourself. Why the ever loving fuck could he not reach through the screen and get to you? That was the worst part of it all; he desperately needed to be the one to make you produce all those pretty sounds.

“Fuck, Simon, I miss you so much,” you continued, your body jerking as your fingers continued to dance around your clit, your toes curling around the sheets. “I’ve been so empty it hurts… need you to fill me full again baby. Reach that ache deep inside that I can’t seem to get. It’s only getting worse without you.”

Simon’s cock throbbed forcefully, pressing harshly against his lower abdomen as the video continued to play; it felt as if he might burst just from the sudden rush of blood to that beastly appendage. Swallowing down a stray groan that threatened to escape his lips and give him away, he nearly gagged on it just to keep it down, but fuck did he want to let loose. He was being consumed by his desire: skin on fire, eyes transfixed on your gorgeous rocking form, mouth agape as he breathed heavy, he took a hold of his engorged member and pulled it free from his boxers before he began to stroke the length; there was no way he could sit here and watch you like this without touching himself.

Back on the screen, your legs were jerking sporadically as you pictured Simon there with you, pumping in and out of you with all that he had. “Need your fat fucking cock to stretch me out good,” you whimpered pathetically, using all that pent up frustration to aid in your performance; it was torment. “Oh God baby, I need it so bad…can’t take it.”

Fuck it hurt to hear your need and not be able to do a damned thing about it right then and there. He swore to himself that by the time he finally got his hand around those curves he was gonna fill you so full that your pussy wouldn't know what to do without him inside you.

Simon hissed under his breath as his grip tightened around his dripping, aching cock, rapid strokes gaining speed so as to perfectly match your rhythm just so that he could trick his brain into imagining himself pumping in and out of your tight, wet cunt. It paled in comparison to the real thing because there was no replicating how you felt wrapped around him, but it would do for now. Together you both worked yourselves on opposite sides of the screen, just trying your hardest to ease the torturous longing.…as if fucking each other across the space between you.

You were completely losing yourself in the moment, unable to hold back all those needs that had been put aside as he was gone. The image of Simon touching himself to the thought of you, his words sounding so desperate, played over in your mind as you worked yourself and you could not stop the way it made you feel, the yearning need for him to completely and utterly wreck your body to the point that even the idea of being with anyone else would never be able to come close to what he could give.

“Shit Simon, I want…

I want…" you had to say it, it was gonna come out anyway…

"I want you to breed me,” you said stammered out the plea as your free hand massaged over your breasts. That warmth was building, rising in the pit of your stomach as you said those forbidden words aloud. “I need you to breed me good Simon, make sure I’m ruined for anyone else. Oh God, please, baby. I need it, I need you.”

Christ that was his fucking kryptonite, his Achilles heel, the one thing is the whole wide world that could stop him dead in his tracks and bring him to his proverbial knees. The minute those delicious words exited your mouth, there was no stopping his ecstasy from overwhelming him to the point that he could he was gone.

Oh he was gonna make sure that sweet little cunt had his name written all fucking over it.

Nope that was it, what little straggling bit of sanity he had left had flown and he could not hold back the pressure any longer from reaching its peak and violently throwing him off the ledge. With a strenuous grunt that echoed in his chest and a few hard tuggs up and down his shaft he came with such force that his body shook his entire cot as he stroked out every last bit of milky white fluid from the tip. His cum coating his lower abdomen, getting caught in the sparse bit of hair the covered the area was making a mess, but he didn’t care; the euphoria currently surging through his veins like electricity clouded any negative thoughts.

The sound of your orgasm your mewls as your rocketed through you played into his ears, the perfect soundtrack to finish out the rest of his own pleasure. You fell back against the mattress, chest heaving with exhausted breaths as your legs shook and relaxed stretched out as the video finished.

Fuck, he was gonna need a cigarette after that, his body still vibrating with the sheer intensity of it all.

BZZ…BZZ…

The phone vibrated one last time, a final text to send him off into the night.

“I hope it was just as good for you as it was for me,” it said, followed by a sneaky winky face. “Sleep tight.”

If he thought he was missing you before, but that was nothing compared to now. It was overwhelming the need he had to have you making those sounds for him again. You had better be ready to getting the car cleaned and detailed because there was no way you weren’t going to be pinned down in the back seat after that one…because you had just made that ache so much worse.

Part 3:

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Dress Up: Chapter 4 - First Preview

Yes, rejoice! Dress Up is alive!! I know it's been a while since I've updated this story, but now I have a proper place to take it! And if you've seen my post last week, you know exactly where this is going!

If you don't, the end of the preview will clue you in haha

Warning for mentions of intimacy, nothing explicit!

"Thank you for meeting with me on such short notice, Asmodeus," you greeted the King of Lust as you sat down across from him next to his hypnotizing fireplace with dazzling blue flames.

"Oh, your Highness, there's no need for formalities! You know you are more than welcome to just call me Oz," he spoke smoothly. "And it's absolutely no trouble at all! I'll always have time for the King and Queen. And speaking of, it's quite unusual to see you without the King glued to your hip; especially considering the day! I'm curious as to how you managed to slip away."

It's been a year since you and Lucifer tied the knot and what a wonderful year it's been! They say there's no such thing as a perfect marriage, but you're convinced that you and Lucifer had found it. Not a day goes by where this man does not kiss you awake in the morning or ask if there's anything that he can do for you to make your day easier. You both have been working your asses off to continue to help Charlie with the hotel. It's been promising for sure, a few handfuls of sinners have sought help and agreed to stay there, with most making incredible progress. Lucifer especially has been working himself to the bone as of late, doing everything in his power to support his daughter and to make sure no one stands between her and her dream. The poor king has been running himself into the ground, coming home later than promised most nights. Of course, he's always extremely apologetic and always finds a way to make it up to you. But you're never upset with him, explaining that you know what he's doing is important and that you understand completely. Although, you never turn down his apologies, not when he makes you feel the way he does. However, it was your anniversary, and you decided that you wanted to do something special for him, just as he always does for you.

Just within the past year, you found yourself visiting the other six rings of Hell that Lucifer had told you about. The other sins certainly were interesting, but after meeting each of them, you found yourself becoming closest with Asmodeus and Beelzebub as they had been the most welcoming and inviting. Bee was always inviting you to one of her parties and you told her someday soon you would accept her invitation once the craziness of the hotel has subsided. And you found a kindred spirit with Oz, as he himself was also in a relationship with a demon considered far below that of a Sin. It was comforting to know that Lucifer was not the only powerful being in Hell who had fallen for someone whom many considered unworthy of his affection. It took some time, but you learned to ignore those thoughts, whether they came from the outside or within yourself.

Regardless, you knew that Oz was just the demon to help you.

"It wasn't easy, I'll say that much," you laughed, "I practically had to beg him to let me go off on my own today. He didn't want to be apart on our anniversary, but I had to tell him I was picking up a 'surprise anniversary present' and he wasn't allowed to know what it was until tonight."

Asmodeus chuckled. "And what sort of present did you have in mind?"

You looked away and rubbed the back of your neck. "That's the thing, Oz, I'm...not sure. My plan took me as far as meeting with you. I just knew you'd be able to help."

"I see," the demon smiled almost mischievously, "Well, you've come to the right place! You two are some of my best customers, after all." You couldn't help but blush from embarrassment at his comment, knowing full well he was right. "Nothing to be ashamed about, my Queen. It's great that you two find such pleasure in each other and I'm more than happy to provide! Now, do you mind if I ask you some more than personal questions? It'll help me greatly in determining how I can help enhance your experience."

"Umm, y-yeah, that's fine," you agreed shyly. What you and Lucifer did behind closed doors always stayed between the two of you, but Asmodeus was the King of Lust after all, he'd be able to help more than anyone.

"Excellent!" With a wave of his hand, a small notepad and pen appeared. "I promise not to get into the nitty gritty, just wanting to get a general overview. Now, how often would you say you two get down business?"

You gulped. "O-Oh, umm, at least once a day."

Asmodeus began to scribble on his notepad. "Ooh, girl, you really hit the jackpot! Is that full on action every day?"

"N-No," you admitted, "not every day, b-but there's always some form of...intimacy, even if it's small."

"There's no such thing when it comes to lust," Asmodeus winked. "How do you two go about trying something you haven't done before?"

"Well, we always discuss it beforehand," you answered, "we've never done anything that the other didn't agree to."

More scribbling. "Beautiful, a perfect answer. And how about-"

Suddenly, the door behind Asmodeus flew open with a crash. "Ozziiieee!" you heard a rough gravelly voice call out, "We finally got those new orders of vibrators shipped to us that we've been waiting weeks for, so if you wanna...OH SHIT!" Fizzarolli dropped the box he was carrying with a hard thud. The box itself began to vibrate with a loud buzzing noise. In a panic, the imp chucked the box out the door behind him and used his extendible arm to lock it behind him. "Y-Your Highness! I'm sorry for interrupting, evidentially SOMEONE forgot to mention he had an important meeting today!" Fizz glared at Asmodeus who smiled back at him cheekily.

You couldn't help but giggle. "It's alright Fizz, you don't need to apologize! It's always nice to see you."

"Likewise," the jester bowed. "So, what do we owe the pleasure?"

"Well, today's my anniversary with Lucifer and I-"

"Oh, I see!" Fizz cut you off, "You wanna get a special gift for the Big Boss, is that it?" You nodded wordlessly. "If that's the case, I have the perfect suggestion! Oz, did you tell her about the..." Fizz leaned into Asmodeus's ear to whisper, now unable to hear what he was saying. Fizz pulled away from him with a devious smirk while Oz's face had shifted to one of concern.

"Uhh, I don't know about that, Froggie," Asmodeus answered the unknown question. "That hasn't even gone to market yet."

Fizzarolli hopped in Oz's lap playfully, wrapping his robotic arms around his lover's neck. "Oh, come on Oz! We've had it tested countless times and it works like a charm! Besides, I don't recall you being this cautious when we used it, hehehe."

"Fizz!" Oz exclaimed only for Fizz to stick out his tongue in response.

"You know, I'd love to know what you two are talking about," you chimed in, both of them snapping their heads in your direction. You watched as Fizzarolli flashed his signature puppy dog stare at Oz. the king of Lust sighed in defeated and gestured for him to continue, knowing he couldn't say no to his boyfriend's adorable tactics. Fizz jumped up in excitement and made his way towards you, throwing his arms over your shoulder.

"So, tell me," Fizz began, "what do you know about pheromones?"

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Tyrant's Favorite | Sukuna Ryomen

Chapter 4 "Eyes on Me" is available now!

King!Sukuna Ryomen x Servant!Reader

Summary: You used to be just another servant among the army of humans operating under the command of the terrible king, Sukuna Ryomen. You are an ordinary human who only knows how to wash, clean and cook. Until one day, he notices something in you that you hadn't seen before.

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Sukuna hates humans. It's a fact of life. The sky is blue, roses are red and Sukuna hates the disgusting creatures that humans are. He has so many reasons to hate them that he doesn't even know where to begin. Humans are annoying, weak, clumsy, but most of all, stupid. They make decisions without thinking through the consequences. They prefer to spend their money on momentary pleasures and end up bankrupt by not prioritizing their survival. They worry about unimportant things such as social status, religion, and traditions. Sukuna hates humans, but boy, are they entertaining.

Sukuna tends to study his servants very carefully. Even though they only clean, cook and obey his orders to a tee, it was fun to watch them interact with each other. He finds it fascinating how the servants gossip in whispers, how the gardeners concentrate to prune the bushes well despite their hands shaking, or how the cooks taste the food several times so that it's up to their majesty's standards. It was like watching dozens of filthy lab rats in the middle of a social experiment. Although... There was someone special he loved to watch, no matter what they were doing.

The annoying bell rang, letting the servants know it was time to wake up. You got dressed, washed your face and served yourself breakfast, preparing for another hectic workday. You almost did the same thing every single day. In the morning, you set the table for the king to eat breakfast and then wash the dishes. In the afternoon, you cleaned the common rooms such as the king's hall, the bathrooms and the dining room. At night, you sometimes had to guard the hallways in case an enemy dared to attack in the dark. You made sure everything was in its place and sparkling. You constantly polished the gold and silver wares until you could see your reflection, you washed the white sheets by hand until your knuckles hurt, and you didn't eat until you finished harvesting the carrots that were ready. Being a servant was tedious work, but rewarding at the end of the day. 

You had finished all the chores for the day and decided to help the cooks prepare dinner because you had nothing better to do. Your muscles were exhausted from having spent all morning cleaning the porcelain sculptures, the large frames of the paintings in the great hall, and the king's jewelry so they could sparkle in all their glory. You had been assigned the task of peeling potatoes, so there you were. Sitting at a table with a small knife, peeling potatoes while listening to the chaos going on in the kitchen. Uraume was busy preparing a special passion fruit tea for the king. The special coming from the water that was inked with human blood. Sometimes you wondered if Uraume had always agreed to cook with humans or was it something they got used to because of Sukuna's orders, but since they never talked much about themselves, you never asked.

“Fuck!” A cook yelled when the frying pan caught fire.

Your eyes widened at the flashy flare. Uraume put the tea set aside to attend to the emergency. With some ice from their magic hands, they put out the fire in a jiffy, but left the kitchen a mess. They began to berate the cook with smacks in the head and curses for his ineptitude. The cook just apologized over and over again, but that wasn't enough for the head chef.

“You!” Uraume called. You put your task aside to attend to their orders. “Take the tea to our king and tell him I will be with him when I settle this situation.” You nodded and took the tray carefully to go in search of him.

After Sukuna gave you permission, you entered the library with the golden tray in your hands. The library was the coziest room in the entire castle. Its high walls were covered with huge bookcases filled with books, maps, and ancient scrolls. There were long desks of works and hundreds of candleholders everywhere to enjoy reading during the evenings. He was sitting in one of the comfortable chairs in front of the game table, a small wooden table covered with a carpet with a chessboard on top. The king was surprised to see you there despite having specified Uraume's presence.

“I didn't ask you to come,” Sukuna said chidingly as you served him tea at a small table next to him.

“Uraume had to attend to an emergency in the kitchen. They'll be here once everything is under control,” you replied as you set down the fragile cup of blood tea, adorned with small pieces of eyeball floating on the red surface to give it texture.

Your gaze traveled to the chessboard, it had been a long time since you had seen one.  This was no ordinary board. You could see that each piece was handmade and had luxurious detail. The pieces were made of white quartz, the eyes of the horses were rubies and the crowns of the kings were made of jade. It was the most beautiful board game you ever saw. You knew from the other servants that the king was a good player and only played with Uraume or some brave guest.

“Do you know how to play?” Sukuna asked out of curiosity.

Being a servant, you surely had not received the same education as he did. Well, almost no one was on his level when it came to education. Sukuna was a master mathematician, a skilled debater and could threaten his enemies in 5 different languages. You hadn't been as lucky. You're good at cleaning, cooking and obeying orders, but what else can you do?

“Yes,” you answered with a smile.

That answer surprised him quite a bit. Although chess was a game that was rapidly gaining popularity among the middle class, it was not a game for women. It was a game that required intellect, always thinking two moves ahead and knowing how to read your opponent. You didn't look like a girl who could do all that.

“Sit down,” Sukuna ordered you.

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WYR-0525: Good Little Student Wang Yiren Is Secret Porno Slut! Couldn't Resist Fuck During Office Hours With Teacher, Multiple Orgasms Spanking Doggy Style Sex Party!

Yiren x Male Reader

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A/N: Powered through writing this for @praeluxius​ and special thanks to him and @sinswithpleasure​ for helping beta-read this fic. 

A/N2: Potential TW in terms of dubious consent for a certain part of the fic. I do not condone doing it IRL.

Funny how Wang Yiren has such a strong passion for the camera. The shot of her face when you take her attendance always reminds you of the many times you’ve seen her on the internet long before she became your student. You didn’t want to believe it at first but everything about her felt so familiar. You try to ignore her online persona as much as you can. She distracts you enough outside of class and you can’t have her be a distraction in class too. 

Your eyes linger a little too long after you mark her as present. An hour and a half ago, she was dressed all prim and proper. Now at the end of class, Yiren looks like a complete mess. Her top is haphazardly buttoned and her face is flushed with stray hairs sticking to her forehead. You know that look. You can tell what she has been doing during your online class.

Block out any stray thoughts and focus on what’s on hand right now. You finish class with final reminders about other assignments and soon after, your students begin to leave the call. Only one remains. Yiren doesn’t say anything, just navigating her screen before she makes eye contact with you through the screen. 

Immediately, your phone receives a notification. The website icon gives you a hint on what it’s about and you tense up for a second. When you look back at your monitor, you’re alone in the online classroom. You heave a sigh and close the app. Your next lesson is a while away so you busy yourself with some emails and marking of assignments. However, the universe has another plan for you. The notification of your phone stares at you. Ignore it.

You can’t. 

You pick your phone up to read it proper—WYR uploaded a new video. 

Your monitor cursor automatically finds its way to the bookmark bar and clicks the oh-so familiar webpage. Right at the top of the page it shows the latest video—“Class Time Sex Video For Teacher To Watch!”. You check the video length. Thirty minutes. Lunch break ends in an hour. You can finish lunch in fifteen minutes, you have time to spare. Your cursor hovers over the thumbnail. Just click away.

You almost give in to that voice in your head. The video preview starts playing. It shows Wang Yiren’s near-naked body. She has posted several intimate videos on this blog from months prior to being in your class and you hate to admit that you watched every single one of them. Your fingers tremble and ultimately, you go against your morals and get ready to watch the latest release.

The video starts off simple as always—an up-close image of her cute face smiling at her viewers. You’re thinking to yourself, ‘Fuck, she’s so goddamn pretty’. Yiren is easily the cutest student you have come across and if you were her classmate, you’d die to date her. 

However, when she takes a step back and you see the manner she’s dressed in, your thoughts change to ‘Fuck, she’s so goddamn hot’. Her uniform top, the same one she was wearing earlier in your class, is halfway undone and she’s giving you a peek down to her cleavage. That sight remains on your screen for the next few minutes, you aren’t exactly sure how long. She stayed in the position for some time, undoing the rest of the buttons and pulling the top open repeatedly in a teasing fashion, plus you couldn’t resist rewinding those few seconds several times. 

Then, Yiren takes another step back and turns around. When she leans forward, her skirt lifts just enough for you to see her cheeks peek from below it. Her hands reach for the side of the skirt and an audible zip later, it drops to reveal her skimpy pink panties. You pause the video to take the moment to properly admire her half-clothed ass, even spotting the outline of her pussy. Letting the video continue playing, you watch Yiren pull her panties down her legs. She’s already wet and definitely needy for some action. She follows up by teasing the camera with shakes of her ass mixed with her hands running all over the pristine white skin.

Meanwhile, you’re obsessed with the thought of what it would be like if you were next to her. Digging your fingers into her fine little ass would send you into a frenzy. You wouldn’t stop there. There’s more to enjoy than groping her. You want to spank that ass and ruin the perfect white with red hand marks. That will truly drive you insane.

As if she can predict your thoughts, what comes next is a series of soft slaps accompanied by her soft yelps. Yiren is slapping her own ass, although you would be rougher than that if you had the chance, and the first few moans of the video already have you twitching and leaking. This continues for the next minute or so, her slaps gradually increasing in strength, causing her ass to grow redder.

Yiren then turns back to the camera and smiles as she takes a seat. Slowly, she spreads her legs and your eyes are glued to the screen. You want to get a proper look at her crotch but her hands are covering the view, as if she knows exactly what you want. Keeping up the painfully slow movement, her fingers run across her soaking pussy lips before she fully exposes herself to the camera.

Yiren picks up a dildo off her desk and she winks when she presses the dildo against her entrance. Anticipation is at its peak. You’re staring intently at the screen and waiting for your student to begin fucking herself. Unfortunately, she draws out the moment further by circling the toy around her clit.

You do not have the time nor the patience to watch Yiren tease herself so you spam the arrow key to skip ahead. One click too many and you barely catch the sight of her inserting the last inch of the toy into her pussy. She then pulls it out and her juices staining the toy causes it to glisten. A split second later, the dildo is buried deep inside her one more. In and out the toy goes, a seemingly endless cycle that you’re so accustomed to watching such that you can “watch” with your eyes closed.

You stroke yourself at the same pace as Yiren fucking herself. You wish to be the one fucking her and your mental image slowly shifts. 

She’s lying on her back and already spreading her legs. She’s wearing that same “fuck me” look she loves to put on in her videos and beckoning you to get closer to her. You’re pounding her fast and hard and the next thing you know, Yiren has her arms and legs wrapped around your neck and waist. She pulls you into her and you hear her every gasp and moan.

“Faster. Harder.”

You’re fully unaware of how long the video has been going for and eventually, the moaning comes to a temporary pause. You slow your strokes down as well, not wanting to blow your load too early. An abrupt cut later, you’re presented with a new angle.

The dildo is now placed on her chair and Yiren has repositioned herself to face the backrest of the chair. While you’re denied vision to her front, you have the privilege to watch her ass. Her hand steadies herself against the backrest while the other pulls her cheeks apart just enough for the camera to catch the erotic scene. Yiren looks over her shoulder and bites her lips as she sinks downwards onto the toy. 

As soon as the dildo is fully in her body, she begins to ride it fervently, not hesitating to vocalise her pleasure. You wish you could watch her face contort in pleasure but you’ll settle for the sight of her ass rippling as she bounces on the chair over and over. If only you get to watch that in the flesh or even experience it for yourself.

You always suppress the thought of fucking her when in class or on campus but in the privacy of your home, your inhibitions no longer hold you back. It would be heaven for Yiren to be on top of your lying figure and riding you. You want to grip her hips and bounce her hard against your cock. You want to fucking use your hot student’s body in any way possible. While your imagination continues to go wild, the pressure in your loins grows as you inch closer to your orgasm.

“Fuck!”

You snap your attention back to the screen when Yiren’s moans grow in volume and frequency. Your eyes are glued to the screen just in time to watch her cum. Her back arches and her head tosses back. Even after she has came, she never stops riding the toy despite the struggle.

By now, you’re more than 20 minutes into the video. You have been edging closer and closer to your peak. Rewind the last few seconds over and over. Watching the sight of Yiren cumming repeatedly is just what sets you off. You cum all over yourself and make a mess of your hands and your crotch. Your eyes shut while the pleasure of your orgasm courses through you and all you can hear is Yiren’s skin slapping on the now-wet chair.

Gently maintain your strokes even when you have stopped leaking while you grab nearby tissue to wipe yourself up. By now, Yiren is facing the camera and is holding her stained dildo. Her tongue circles the girth of the toy as she begins to suck it. If not for the time constraint, you would consider going for a second round.

After you finish cleaning yourself, you look at the video again. The glint in her eyes as she sucks her juices clean off the toy tells you something—she’s not done yet.

Before the video ends, she leans closer to the camera and whispers, “Aren’t I a good little student?”

“Yes, Yiren. Yes you are.”

~~~~~~

An unexpected knock on the door causes you to snap out of your trance and pause the video you were engrossed in.

“Come in.” You shut your laptop and look up.

Oh. It’s her. 

Yiren steps into your office. Seeing that she’s wearing the same outfit as that video from days ago, your mind replays clips of her stripping herself, spanking herself, fucking herself. You shake your head and clear the images away. 

Standing across the desk from you, she exclaims, “Do you like me?”

You raise your eyebrow, unsure of what she means. She shifts your laptop to the side of your table and lays her bag carefully on it. You frown, confused by her actions. Moving towards your side of the table, Yiren crosses her arms and leans on the edge of your desk, “I mean, sir, do you like watching my videos?”

There’s nothing you can do but sit in confused silence.

“Oh please, I recognise that website icon on your bookmark bar any day of the week.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. In fact, I’m flattered that you watch my videos.” Yiren then places her hands on your shoulders and leans closer to you. “Sir, did you know I started filming myself in the middle of your online classes before?”

You gulp. Of course you remember the times when notifications go off minutes after your class ends and when you watch the videos, she is wearing the very same clothes as during the attendance check. “Y-Yes Yiren.”

“I did that not because I was bored, but because I get so wet whenever I hear your voice. I touch myself thinking about you. I fuck myself imagining it’s your cock I’m riding.” 

Your eyes widen at the revelation. Your student lusting after you? This can’t be right.

“I want you, Sir, and I know you want me too. This will be our little secret.”

She finally plants her lips on yours and you immediately reciprocate.

You shut your eyes as you melt into the kiss. Her lips taste so sweet and addictive that it makes you yearn for much more. This isn’t right. 

It feels like a match made in heaven. Yiren straddles you and pushes into you to deepen the kiss. Her tongue probes against your lips and you accept it. Immediately, it swirls around yours and explores your mouth. This is wrong.

Your hands roam her body, starting from her thighs up to her waist. So, so wrong. 

They continue moving up to her shoulders. You want to wrap your arms around her and pull her tight. Stop now!

Your eyes widen and you push her away instead, trembling while the dilemma of what’s right or wrong sets in. Your last bit of conscience begs you to draw the line and walk away before you make any mistake. Yet where was it all those times when you jerked off to your student’s porn videos and streams and fantasised about fucking her in any conceivable way?

Deep in thought, you don’t even notice that your top is removed. Your body doesn’t register the sudden cold when heat is built up between your legs. The devil is now on her knees. Yiren does everything in her power to tempt you. Her lust-filled eyes are fixated on you and hold yours in place. You feel her hands unbuckling your belt and pulling down your pants but you’re completely powerless to react. Maybe you don’t want to.

Her first touch on your exposed shaft sends shivers up your spine. When she spits on your cock and begins to stroke it, you’re pulled back closer to sin and your rational thoughts are pushed further away. Yiren doesn’t stop there, especially when there’s so much more she can do. She dips her head lower and begins to pepper your balls with light kisses. It becomes so much easier to give in to your primal desires when she lightly sucks them. You manage to hold back a moan but your resistance is crumbling fast.

Your eyes dart up and look at the door. It isn’t locked. In a final attempt to stop, you mumble, “Someone might come in and catch us.” 

As if being caught is the only problem with this.

Yiren licks your cock from the base to the tip before she looks into your eyes. “So let them watch.” You twitch in her hands and elicit a smirk from her. “Let them watch how good you fuck your good little student.”

You take a step across the line once again. When she wraps her lips around your girth, you hold her hair and push her lower onto your dick. Taking her time, Yiren takes you into her mouth inch by inch until your full length is in. She keeps you there and loudly gags on your cock, making a mess on your crotch with her saliva. Then, as slowly as she took you in, she peels off you, her lips still maintaining their tight seal around your girth. 

Your hands clutch onto your chair, trying to ground yourself into reality. You’re a teacher. Yiren’s your student. She’s sucking you off. She’s giving you the best blowjob you’ve ever had.

“Fuck, your cock tastes so good, Sir.” Yiren continues to lick your slit and leaking precum. “You like my mouth on your cock?”

A groan will suffice. You don’t need any other answer. You only need her skilful mouth pleasuring you. 

“Shut up and fucking suck my dick.” 

She takes you in her mouth once again, this time letting the tip hit the back of her throat. Her hand rubs your balls and she alternates between deepthroating you and stroking you quickly. 

The room is filled with the sounds of Yiren’s sloppy blowjob and your deep breaths. If anyone were to walk by your office, surely you’ll be in deep trouble. However, the fear of getting caught has long slipped your mind, replaced by the ever-growing lust for your student.

You yank her off your cock by the hair and pull her onto her feet. Hastily undo all her shirt buttons and rid her of the top, followed by her bra. You barely get any time to admire her bare chest before she turns around, so your hands roam her body instead, feeling up her waist and her tummy, fondling her breasts and pinching her nipples. This perfect body that thousands watch and dream about touching that only you get the honour of doing so.

Yiren leans against your chest and unzips her skirt. It drops to the floor and leaves her in her panties. You wish to reach into it and finger her but she pushes off you and supports herself on the desk. She repeatedly shakes her ass and pushes it back to you, her clothed ass occasionally brushes against your swollen tip.

Her teasing got to you and you’re too impatient for that at this point. You bend down and peel her panties off her, ridding Yiren of her last article of clothing. You finally get to see her naked in the flesh and even get a close up view. Your forefinger rubs her lower lips to find that she’s utterly wet. Curiosity got to you and you get a quick taste of her essence. Fuck, she’s so delectable. 

You wish to bury yourself between her thighs and drown in her juices but you have a better prize instead—your hottest student is aching and desperate for you to fuck her. Having perfectly positioned yourself behind Yiren, you press your tip against her pussy. She looks over her shoulder and bites her lips. 

Your heart pounds. You’re about to do it. You’re about to fuck your student. You’re about to fuck the Wang Yiren. Fully entering her body in one go, you're quickly overwhelmed. You want nothing other than to fuck this girl over and over. 

“God, you have no clue how long I’ve wanted this.”

“If you had asked, I would let you fucked me earlier.”

“Then we have a lot of lost time to make up.” You kiss her cheek. “I’ll need to schedule more meetings with you.”

Yiren giggles in response and you feel her clench around you even further. As you continue to indulge in her body, more sinful thoughts fill your head, particularly all the things you want to do to Yiren. 

Raise your hand and land a slap on her butt. Immediately, there is a reaction—her body tenses up and her pussy clenches around you. Yiren drags out a moan before she turns to you. The glint in her eyes tells you that she wants more. You time your next few slaps with your thrusts. Partially withdraw your cock from her, then land a spank on her. When her body jolts forward, hold her hips and pull her back to yours, thrusting your dick in at the same time. Upon establishing this rhythm, your strength gradually increases and you spank and fuck Yiren harder.

This is addictive. You’ve been “using” her to relieve yourself for months now, watching her put on provocative performances on the internet, but now, you’re truly using her as an outlet for your pleasure without a care about hers, although there is no doubt she’s enjoying herself too. You can’t go back from here. There’s no return to just jerking off to her videos. You need her. 

Soon after, you press onto her back to slam her onto your desk and pin her waist against the edge, keeping her writhing body still while you continue to have your way with her. Caught off guard, Yiren yelps in pain. Her walls tighten around you as she gets closer to her peak. She’s so snug, so wet, and you take it as a signal to give her the final push. Digging your heels into the floor, you put more energy into your hips, forgoing strength for speed, all the while not letting up on your spanks. Tug her hair and lean straight into her ear, “Cum.”

Yiren instantly melts into her orgasm and loudly moans as pleasure washes over her. You remain buried deep in her throughout it, her pussy pulsating around your cock and bringing you a step closer to cumming. 

Moments later, you pull out of her and fall back onto your chair, your slick-coated shaft still erect and aching for your own orgasm. Yiren remains bent over the table while recovering and you note the shade of red on her ass. It’s even redder than any of the other times she spanked herself on her videos.

Still, you can’t resist giving one last slap to her ass and watching her flesh ripple. She turns around and giggles before leaning over you. Her left hand holds your cheek and pulls you in for a kiss while her right wraps itself around your cock and briefly strokes you.

“Yiren, I want to watch you fuck yourself on my cock.”

“Anything for you, Sir.”

Yiren straddles you and inserts you back into her wet pussy. She holds onto your shoulder and rides you with the sole purpose of milking your cum. She tosses her head back and moans at the sheer pleasure of fucking you. 

Your senses are in overdrive. Days ago, the video only showed her riding the toy from the back and you were satisfied already. Now, you get to watch her pretty face contort in pleasure and nothing can beat this view anymore. The feel of her tight pussy is out of the world as her snug walls pulsating around you brings you more pleasure than all her videos combined. Her moans are mixed with your deep groans as well as the repeated sounds of skin slapping, surely anyone who passes by will know what’s going on. The musky scent that fills the enclosed room is one that you wish to keep permanently in your office. Her taste still lingers on your tongue that makes you seek for more.

When she leans further into you, you kiss her neck and down to her chest. Her breasts are a perfect size, all the times she teases her nipples makes you want to nibble on them and now you have the perfect opportunity to do so.

Yiren digs into your skin with each passing second and she picks up the rhythm. You try your best to hold back as you want to prolong this session but her body is just too hot. You don’t know how long it has been since she first entered your office and you don’t know how you have lasted this long.

“Are you going to cum in me Sir?”

“Of course.”

“Good. Fill me up. Fulfil your dreams of cumming in your good little student’s pussy.”

Your willpower has been chipped away and your body starts to crumble and give in. Holding her butt and slamming her petite body harder onto your lap, you thrust your hips up as much as you can. 

“Fuck!”

You hold her tight as you do just that. Spurts of cum are shot into Yiren as you experience an orgasmic high like never before. She gently grinds on you throughout, ensuring every drop of cum leaves your body and is buried inside hers. 

You sigh after you recover and bits of your conscience come flowing back. You shouldn’t have done that. It felt amazing, but you shouldn’t have fucked Yiren. When she lifts herself off your cock, you struggle to keep a moan in out of the fear that she pulls you in for another session.

She hastily puts on her clothes, leaving her bra and panties in your possession. You follow right after, haphazardly dressing yourself as fear of getting caught begins to seep in. While you’re doing so, Yiren leans against your desk and dips her fingers under her skirt. She scoops some of your cum out of her pussy and licks it clean. “You taste good.”

She then grabs her bag and heads out of your office but not before stopping at the door and turning back to you.

“See you soon, Sir.”

~~~~~~

The rest of the day goes by with your mind wandering about this afternoon’s events. You’re back home and by your desk. Why are you here again?

Your laptop is open. The website is loading. You’re preparing to undress yourself and to watch Yiren’s videos once again. Now knowing how Yiren’s petite body feels under your touch surely makes watching her videos much more enjoyable. The voice in your head quickly gives up and is suppressed. The sinful thoughts prevail once again.

At the top of the blog is her latest release—“Couldn't Resist Fuck During Office Hours With Teacher, Multiple Orgasms Spanking Doggy Style Sex Party!”. Your hand shivers as you click onto it. Eyes widen as you realise she has somehow recorded the session from earlier, capturing the action from multiple angles. Distraught, betrayal and anger fills you. You’d never expect to be set up like that.

But while your blood continues to boil, another feeling resurfaces. An extremely familiar one. 

You pull down your shorts and boxers. The video plays and you stroke yourself with each frame triggering memories of her touch. 

Maybe Yiren isn’t a good little student after all.

******

A/N3: Thanks for reading :) Please don’t record your sexual acts without your partner’s consent IRL

[sf-re-post-heaven]

A classic SF video, perhaps a Hall-of-Fame nomination, from a website that has been defunct for ages. Sultry Smoking Starlets, in a preview clip. Great exhaling by Smoking Sluts!

IF NOT HOF, THEN AMONG THE TOP MINUTE-LONG CLIPS OF ALL-TIME, NO?

"I smoke!," she says at the start of the clip. "Take it deep, really!" another SF model/actress is told. Who are we to argue? No pushback here. Been enjoying this 60-second clip since possibly well before 2010! www.sultrysmokingstarlets.com claims that "All Our Models Smoke . . . In Real Life" and we have no doubts. In fact (OK, our opinion is . . .), they all are hungry, experienced, sexy smokers fully grasping and embracing what the Smoking Fetish is all about! Oh, and did we say they all love smoking their 'ciggies?'

Dual-Media Single-Post, 31-Pack Megapost!

Few clips out there, folks, in which we witness ⏤ and appreciate ⏤ such persistently executed thick, deep and well-formed (in the cone shape) exhales. And extraordinary nose/nostril exhales as well. A real treat. Pretty BSWs (Beautiful Smoking Women) for the most part who like to go heavy with the makeup as well as with the exhaling! Again, in the one-minute long sub-genre within the Greater SF World Community scene, really, how many better clips have we seen? Not a rhetorical question. 1:00 in length is a popular duration for SF clips, more so nowadays perhaps with the plethora of 10-second clips (snippets). And this one here is just tremendous. Will say it's a shame that Sultry Smoking Starlets never gained any real significant traction to carve out some modicum of popularity that would have sustained its place within SF. Not to be. Went belly up, joining the company of some of our Greatest Ever and most historic SF websites (Read: Specialized Videos, Random Snaps, TLS, In Real Life, SmokinStyle, FutureSmoke, Lady Madonna, Colight, etc . . . ). It is a competitive market ⏤ always has been ⏤ even though, what, maybe 0.002 percent of folks are smitten by SF! Hope you enjoy! How can you not?

Videoframes (Screen Captures) of Our Centerpiece Video of Sultry Smoking Starlets!

Compiled by SF (Re-Post) Heaven! staff!

Oh, how we wished you could have stayed around longer, Sultry Smoking Starlets! What a shame you did not! Our loss!

Disclaimer: “Smoking is injurious to health. We do not promote smoking as a habit for those who are non-smokers. Some women smoke cigarettes and truly know how appealing they look while doing so. We wish all women smokers would quit their habits one day soon. Let's get healthier, ladies!” ⏤ King of SF Aficionados web-master/web producer (SF Deity!)

[pawborough]

April 2024 Check In

Hi, all! 

Happy update, everyone! With short breathers between posts, we will be uploading the updates that haven't yet been crossposted to our Tumblr! Additionally, from now on, we will share information that was previously only available on our Discord server on a regular schedule.

First off, Longhairs were added to the demo! In the coming days we are fixing any graphical errors observed. Pre-release test-launching into the demo like this has been great practice for our pipeline. Each time, we learn a lot about the process and work to improve it every time. 

Such graphical errors come from not yet being a final product, and give us opportunity to practice how to efficiently remedy them in the future, and we're excited that our supporters get to see our growth along the way! 

Alright, let's get into the meat! 

New Accessories 

The art team has been working hard on accessories! 

Regal Crown 

Sponsored and concepted by SolsticeStar, illustration by Hydde

The Regal Crown is our newest backer accessory! 

Next, we have completed designs for three full accessory sets. 

The Sweetheart Set 

Design and illustration by Remmie

The Sweetheart set had an early pre-production preview shared on our Tumblr and Discord last month.

It went through some development! After considering the furgonomics of hats, we ultimately decided on ear-holes. 

The Guard Set 

Design and illustration by Hydde

The Jute set 

Design and illustration by Hydde

We have one more set planned called the Woolen set, this in addition to our backer accessories and our Kickstarter items will round off our accessory catalog for the beginning of our game. 

We hope to add more as we grow and gather further resources, but as said in the beginning: accessories will be somewhat lacking early on! We hope to make this up with backdrops and decor. 

As a reminder, each accessory item will have a consistent number of recolors, in addition to potential special recolors! 

Development Update 

Huge progress on the development side! 

First off, we have movement and collision working for combat. 

Next, we have the whole process for creating a team at the Guild, inviting other users, kicking users, editing permissions, editing information, and registering new cats! 

In this video, you also get a sneak peak at a rudimentary Dashboard feature. The Dashboard will be your front page, where all your notifications such as friend requests, sale notifications, co-op and team requests, timer notifications, cat relationship requests, and other such interactive features are easily seen. 

The Dashboard will also feature a list of all quick and casual “daily activities” which can be easily accessed and “checked off.”  

Lore Check In

We're working on the lore side of things in tandem. While we care a lot about it and its quality, it's taken a backseat to the more pressing priority of “have a playable game.” Despite this, we’ve worked on lore as necessary to create cohesive visuals, especially our backdrops, accessories, and decor. 

And this is where I’d like to have a heart to heart with our users with full transparency. Our very early lore was a great jumping off point, and we had a timeline with beats for a year 1 story laid out with some very fun variety. 

However, when I grew concerned and ran it all past sensitivity readers, some things became very pressing. I had to ruminate back on many of our early criticisms, and rethink how we were tackling some of these topics in our worldbuilding. 

PawBorough is a 13+ piece of media. We're not shying away from more complicated topics or a little bit of blood. However, it's no secret that we are also a cute kitty cat game. We can have very serious, epic, heartbreaking prose. But this is all inevitably coming out of the mouth of a pink cat with sparkles for fur. 

That is to say, we have to be careful not to patronize very serious topics. 

The most pressing problem presented to us when reaching out to sensitivity readers was our portrayal of The Metropolis. A blatant New York clone with relatively modernized tech, capitalizing off said advancements, acting as an antagonist in geopolitical tension can come off very tone deaf. Considering the chilling atrocities committed by modern corporate America which have far-reaching repercussions and affect peoples’ lives and families today, there's just no other way to easily frame The Metropolis as has been presented other than a 1 to 1 stand-in for modern capitalistic American colonialism. 

And to treat this sort of setup with the care it deserves, we have to be explicit in the atrocities, and we have an ethical duty to be violently critical of modern America as a structure, so much so that users may not have much fun in the space. Our game is just not the right medium to be this realistic. 

While the concept of xenophobia as a topic isn't in itself a topic that we can't ever touch on sensitively in our stories, specifically modern America is so wrought with atrocities happening now, today as we speak, that we don't find it appropriate to even be touching on it the way we have been. The demand in this medium is beyond my comfort as a writer. 

Therefore, the first change we are making to The Metropolis:

1. Develop The Metropolis, and Cogwheel in turn, as less a 1 to 1 New York clone. 

The Metropolis will from now on have far less of an exclusively and explicitly “Americana” aesthetic and culture. This is a change that was well-needed, as all other Boroughs have a large variety of inspiration. We will be incorporating quite a few different architectural aesthetics from hereon. 

The Borough is still a huge, bustling cityscape with industry and development! 

But that brings us to the next change: 

2. Change the focus of the antagonistic nature of The Metropolis from “corporate development” to “magical development.” 

The Metropolis can still have a leg-up in industry, development, and trade, but with this change, the enemy is now less explicitly modern Capitalism, and instead a general simile for classism. The Metropolis is now full of high-up, modern, domineering magic-doers. The Borough still capitalizes upon resources, but now there's much more fantasy directly involved with the power conflict. 

That brings me to the largest change we are making to The Metropolis, and the story as a whole:

3. Roll back technology to the late 1800s - early 1900s. 

This is our most uprooting change, but we feel it actually fits much more within the world. The 1990s as a setting caused so many problems and holes in our vision that didn't make sense when put under routine scrutiny. With this timeline instead, it now is reasonably clear why there's lots of trains in Cogwheel, Metropolis, and Harvest, but little in Sol or Luna. It now makes sense why Abyssal still has mast ships. It's easier to understand why cats are using mounts instead of cars. It's easier to believe that communication and travel between Boroughs far apart is challenging and arduous. 

It also helps with the idea that magic is not yet well-understood, and therefore supports The Metropolis's powerhouse efforts towards magical advancements. 

We now have these drafts for the history of The Metropolis and Cogwheel, which have gone into our lore bible: 

The Metropolis:

With the development of mass-producible agriculture, cats started settling down. At this time, magic was largely unknown and seldom understood. Cats traveling the wastes were eaten by magical beasts, and the full capabilities of magic were unknown. 

But with a full belly and a warm house, cats started studying magic more closely. Harvest cats especially continued migrating south towards the water for settlement. 

The Metropolis became a premiere area for magicians as its major cities funneled catpower into experiments and further understanding. Magicians became well-scholared, and developments in magic and its rules created a boom in industry and invention. In the present day, if you want to know about modern magic, you travel to The Metropolis. 

However, one will likely be taught the magic of surveillance first and foremost. The Metropolis sees itself as every Borough’s big brother, despite being one of the youngest.

Cogwheel: 

Whether the official establishment of Metropolis or Cogwheel came first is uncertain, but Cogwheel was said to first be born of catfolks' desire to fiddle with machinery over pompous magical learning. A group of cats in The Metropolis location had formed what was called "The Cogwheel Union" and traveled away to grow their establishment. Eventually, the union grew large as more inventors took interest. Cogwheel was for building. Cogwheel was where engineers thrived. Fire burned in the hearts, minds, and paws of all Cogwheel citizens. 

With this, the Metropolis capitalized on the industry developing in its neighbor. What was once two cities with differing philosophies became a tug of war for geopolitical power, and Metropolis is winning. Cogwheel cats were more keen on their Harvest roots, favoring community and generosity. But they are hardened to the state of things, worked long hours, kept under a boot, and revolution is simmering in their factories. 

Cogwheel invented the railroad, which has quickly advanced through the tri-Borough area of Harvest, Cogwheel, and The Metropolis. Cats not in these areas still rely on ferries and mounts.

So there you have it! We realize a change like this won't please everyone, and we still encourage you to tell the story you want to tell with your own characters, but this alteration is far more in-line with our vision! We believe there's more general appeal to a storyline like this, and it's great for our lore to put the focus of magic so front and center.

All other lore is in-tact and will be significantly buffed out in our next drop!

Thank you for reading!

To Summarize: We showed a new backer accessory, three new accessory sets, updates to team game play and setup within The Guild, and a new approach to our lore. 

What to expect next month: Daily duty/territory ground setup, potential forums setup, more Borough site themes, further asset development. 

[lani-heart]

|| series masterlist || PART TWO || CHAPTER ONE -> PREVIEW ||

parings -> sim jaeyun x reader genre -> non-idol au, school au, hyrbid au warnings -> n/a word count -> 1.2k

abstract -> who knew I'd find the perfect stranger at the worst time?

y/n's perspective

“Yah! What are you even doing on Jeju Island?! I don’t know what Mom and Dad said but… at least answer me?” he was mad but worried… he also sounded tired. 

I wonder if they asked him to look for me. 

I got lucky with online classes this semester. However, the raging headache wasn’t helping to pay attention to the professor. Maybe I needed some food…

I was staying at an apartment for the time being until I found out what I was going to do. “Hmm. Are you going somewhere?” I heard and I smiled. “Yeah, tell Asahi I'll be back soon… if he wakes up before I come back,” I said and he looked worried. 

“I’ll be fine,” I said and he sighed. “It's just… this place is dangerous for you to go alone” Jaehyuk worried and I smiled. “I’ll be back soon,” I said and he nodded as he watched me leave. 

I walked to the convenience store where I noticed a boy… he looked rough. I walked in to get a simple fast meal when I saw the boy from earlier look into the window squinting at the specials today. He was… hungry. 

I grabbed an extra kimbap, ramyeon, and coffee for him when I went outside. He seemed… scared or worried. He looked too young to be on the streets. Maybe… he ran away, like me? He had his hands covering his face making me wonder if he was crying. 

I sighed but placed the kimbap, ramyeon, and coffee in front of him. 

“Ah, oh thank you so much!” he said, and… he was pretty. I wonder how he found himself in this situation. “Are you okay?” I asked and he chuckled. “I will be…” he confirmed and I smiled. “I know how it is… just be careful here okay?” I asked and he nodded. 

“Thank you so much… you’re kind” 

“Yah! I told you how many times?! Never go out by yourself!” I got scolded and I sighed. “I bought breakfast!” I said and he sighed. “Talk to Hyunsuk, y/n. He’s worried sick… he texted me saying you're in Jeju and he wants me to keep on the lookout for you. Tell him” he said and he’s been saying this for days but… I couldn’t confide in Hyunsuk. Not for this. 

“Asahi? Would you just accept what they offered me?” I asked and he sighed. “I think… if I were you I’d do the same and run. But that won’t solve your problem. You only have so much money you can use up. You have to go back eventually” he said and I nodded. 

“I know.. If I just want to scare them. They were worried about Hyunsuk when he left… They even told him he could come back and that they were sorry. I want them to apologize to me and to… take that back” I said and he smiled. “I know… eat and study. You can’t fail your classes. I have my internship in an hour so don’t be too much trouble for Jaehyuk '' he warned and I sighed. 

“Shouldn’t it be the other way around?”

“Can we please?!” he begged and I chuckled. “Sure, if you want it that bad '' I said, submitting to buying the lion’s favorite snacks. I know Asahi hates when I go out without him but for good reason… It was dangerous to be roaming around here, especially since it's such a rural area. 

I have Jaehyuk with me… however, despite being a lion, he was the least scariest hybrid ever. 

“Hey Jaehyuk, what do you want… for dinner?” I said with my voice trailing off. Where did he go? He was here a second ago?

I looked around for him… he had his collar on. But Asahi had his chip location, not me… where did he go? He couldn’t have gone far?! I felt panicked… I didn’t just lose his hybrid. He means the world to Asahi. 

“Oh? Are you looking for your hybrid?” I heard and I nodded. “Yeah, a lion hybrid? Have you seen him?” I asked and he chuckled. “He went outside, little lady,” he said and I was shocked. “What?” I said before leaving the groceries and going outside. Why would he wander off….

“What’s a lady like you doing out here?” I heard and I sighed. I couldn't care less about this. I need to find Jaehyuk– “It's rude to ignore someone!” he said as he grabbed my arm rather harshly. 

“Let go!” I yelled. He chuckled and I soon saw the guy who told me Jaehyuk was outside walking to us. “Help–” “I was gonna ask that of you. You should help us,” he said… Did he lie to me?

Then Jaehyuk should be inside… fuck. 

“What’s wrong what's with–” “Do you bastards have nothing else better to do than run around and harass women?” I heard… the boy from this morning. “Go away, kid–” “You go away! How much of an incel are you to be grabbing a girl who was simply buying groceries?!” he said and they scoffed. 

“Whatever,” they said and walked off, probably to find someone else to bother. 

“Thank you, and I appreciate all that I do! But I need to find–” “The hybrid you're looking for didn’t even leave the grocery store. I could help you find him if you want?” he offered and I was confused. 

“How did you know?” I asked. He soon looked nervous… “I was trying to find my way to a bus station and was walking here when you ran out of there” he explained and I sighed. 

“I must've looked crazy,” I said and he chuckled. 

“It's honorable how much you care about a hybrid," he said and I was confused. “I mean of course… Even though he isn't mine I love him to pieces. I wouldn't know what to do if I did lose him” I said and he nodded. 

“Come on,” he said as he led me inside and I don’t know where he was leading me if he thought we’d find… Jaehyuk who was standing in front of the candy aisle with his hands grabbing multiple gummy candies. 

I should’ve looked here first… 

“Hey, why are you crying?” the boy asked me and I didn’t realize. “y/n? Are you okay? Who is–” he was suddenly defensive… but I hugged him. “I thought I lost you!” I cried and he chuckled. “I guess I shouldn't have left you. I swore to myself I was gonna be quick,” he said as he patted my head. 

“Where did you find this do–” “Ah! I should get going…” The guy left and I was confused. “Wait! I need to thank you… I mean you helped me from those guys and found him.” I said and he smiled. “No worries… just be safe,” he said and I shook my head. 

“Please?” I asked and he sighed but looked at Jaehyuk almost… scared. “Oh… he’s harmless, trust me. Or… are you allergic?” I asked knowing some people were allergic to feline hybrids. 

“No… I'm not, I just don’t want to intrude” he said and I chuckled. “y/nnie… he’s a h–” “Ok then!” he said and I nodded. “Hmm. What’s around to eat Jaehyuk?” I asked him and he sighed… 

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[mochicrackersss]

Blog Post - Convention Preview ᯓᡣ𐭩‧₊˚ ⊹

I've always enjoyed participating in fandom experiences! Though, I haven't been to anything crazy, like Comic-Con or Anime Expo. My most notable were just a few local Florida conventions. But they were still fun overall and gave a great look into youth culture and fandom communities with its vast amount of participants around the globe and things tailored for each fandom.

My first convention was PolyCon at Florida Polytechnic University. I don't remember much about it because it was a couple of years ago, but would say it was a good time! The convention itself was pretty quaint with not a lot to do and not many people attending besides Polytechnic students. But for being my first exposure to convention life, I was enamored. There was also a student-run maid cafe that was amusing to go to, specifically because my dad came to the convention with me. Younger me had absolutely no idea how to explain to my dad why a bunch of college students were in cat ears, maid costumes, and doing intricate dance routines. He was so confused... it was lowkey hilarious but also embarrassing.

I'd say the most memorable convention memory I have is when I went to Mega Con in 2021! It wasn't super long after the COVID quarantine got lifted, and so until then, I hadn't gone to anything or seen many people for what felt like a long time. Being able to go to a convention (of course, by then it was safe to be in public spaces) and simultaneously going with my best friend for her first time was just what I needed. However, it was very different with COVID regulations still in place, like masks and social distancing. But I did notice the convention felt like a sense of normalcy for many con-goers after the pandemic. Everyone I met was so kind (and that's rare because you're bound to run into a few bad eggs or creeps), and every cosplayer I saw, even with the masks, made the most out of their costumes! My best friend and I also tried to cosplay as our favorite characters from Demon Slayer because the anime was a huge comfort to us while we holed up inside our homes with nothing to do. Yes, I think my costume was horrible because I am no professional, and I lowkey hate looking at pictures of it, but it did act as a nice escape from the COVID-filled reality at the time. Because of that, I was so happy to spend that precious time with my best friend! And buy a lot of stuff in the artist alley because Mega Con's is so big lol.

Another convention I went to earlier this year was the University of Florida convention, Swamp Con! I never knew until later in my first semester that UF held its own convention, and I think more students should know about it! Swamp Con is an event completely run by students in the Reitz Union, which I think is super impressive based on how many activities there were to do! There were panels, quizzes, performances, cosplay contests, an artist alley, outdoor games, special foods and drinks, and even a maid cafe (which was so funny to see a second time in a college). I also cosplayed again for this convention as Sophie Hatter from Howl's Moving Castle, which is such a huge shocker based on my Tumblr. 

Overall, the convention setting on a college campus took an unseen pressure off, which is something I also remembered feeling at PolyCon. I thought that would be an interesting thing to point out compared to venue conventions! 

[whowantsnachos]

school’s over for me, but i definitely think one of the highlights of the year was writing a short essay on this poster of frank castle for daredevil s2 for my AP lang class and getting 100% lmao

(essay below if you’re interested lol)

Movie Posters: The True Mastermind or The True Downfall?

In the past decade, the echo of complaint that there’s nothing to watch on TV has become monotonous. You may find yourself scrolling through streaming services to find a new movie or TV show to watch, rather than the ones you’ve already seen a hundred times. You want to find just one thing that catches your eye in the myriad of options, but before you know it, half an hour has gone by with no such luck. The clear answer as to why lies in the mundane poster previews for these films. However, there have been some recent outliers. For example, in 2016, Netflix released the second season of the series, Daredevil, along with several promotion posters. One of these posters depicts Frank Castle, also known as The Punisher, holding a gun in one hand and Daredevil’s mask in the other. Taking a closer look, this pose resembles the painting, David with the Head of the Goliath, created by the Italian artist, Caravaggio. This depiction of Frank makes his characteristics and motives establish a darker, but more current representation of David’s story in the Book of Samuel in the Bible.

In the Book of Samuel, David, a young Israelite, is chosen to face the Goliath, an enemy of Israel, with no armor and only brings a stick, sling, and stones. David ends up defeating Goliath and beheads it with its own sword. Frank, like David, wants justice by defeating his enemies. He arrives in Hell’s Kitchen to get revenge on groups that he believes were responsible for the deaths of his family. From the start, he demonstrates that he has a clear motive of what he wants, and he prefers to tackle his obstacles directly. However, for him, this means getting rid of criminals off the streets permanently. Unlike many Marvel characters, Frank doesn’t have any special suits, technology, or magic to meet his goals. Rather, he relies on himself and his own military training, similar to David bringing very little to defeat Goliath. Along with this, both men represent the idea of wanting to fix broken dynamics in their current setting. David wants freedom for Israel, and Frank wants to fight against the idea of living passively against injustices. In the poster, Daredevil’s mask taking the place of Goliath’s head represents the idea of defeating the injustices that Frank believes Daredevil maintains by not permanently getting rid of crime. By using these parallels, the viewer can recognize the darker tone of the show and the motives behind Frank’s character, while still being intrigued by how the story will progress.

Nowadays, this kind of imagery is not as prevalent as it used to be. Within the past year, many posters all follow the same superficial formula: the main characters standing around each other, not looking at the camera, while a blown up image draws your eyes to the center. Because this pattern has been done so many times over the years, all of the films start to blend in with each other, losing the audience’s interest. With the decrease in these new changes, it is evident, now more than ever, what once was a sophisticated representation of film has now turned into a cash grab.

[breckstonevailskier]

"Jumanji" speculation

This is the synopsis for the upcoming sixth episode of Gen V (source).

My guesses are that:

"Emma goes to find Sam" - Seems like she probably returns to Godolkin's campus since we last saw her in episode 5 with Sam at the drive-in, calling the others to warn them about Cate.

"Marie, Jordan and Andre are forced to see things from Cate's perspective." My guess is this will be a limelight episode for Cate with a fair number of extended flashbacks that illustrate just how Cate came into Shetty's control, and also probably give us more Golden Boy as well as tell us just how Brink fits into this all (and why exactly Golden Boy killed him). Since Cate clearly is wracked with guilt about wiping their minds, it would make sense that she'd want to divulge everything she can to regain their trust. There was a preview shot in episode 6 of Cate's eyes looking pretty bloodshot, suggesting she restored all of their memories, not just Andre's.

"Dr. Cardosa makes a breakthrough with a mysterious virus, and Shetty makes a terrifying request with dire consequences." We're definitely going to be seeing follow-up to the scene that Shetty had with Cardosa in the Woods corridor. Definitely seems like he wants Marie's blood to perfect his virus that can control Supes (which I personally think might also tie in with why Cate was under Shetty's control, given her particular powerset).

Edison Cardosa: [Sam] nearly killed my family, Indira! He's far more trouble than he's worth, and Golden Boy is dead anyway. The point is, I'm done with Sam. He's not my problem anymore. I'm tired of babysitting psychopaths. Indira Shetty: Babysitting psychopaths is literally your job. Edison Cardosa: Those kids found out about him! Indira Shetty: Those kids have been handled. They won't be a problem. Edison Cardosa: Come on. You know it's just a matter of time before they find out about everything else we're doing down here. I am this fսcking close to perfecting the virus, a viable way to control them for good. But if they discover that? I'm not paid nearly enough to die for this shit. Indira Shetty: So you want a raise? Edison Cardosa: No, that's not what I... Indira Shetty: So why don't you tell me what it is you do want? Because we both know you're not going anywhere. Cutting up Supes and seeing how they tick is a skill that won't quite shine on your LinkedIn profile. Edison Cardosa: I want the girl. Marie. Her abilities are the rarest I've ever seen. She doesn't understand how powerful she really is. She's the perfect subject, could speed up my timeline. Indira Shetty: She is special. But no. You're not the only one interested in Moreau. She has a benefactor, and because of that, she's strictly off-limits. For now.

This will probably include some explanation as to what Soldier Boy might be doing in this show. But then there's the question of who Marie's benefactor is. It's probably not Shetty herself because I don't see why Shetty would refer to herself in the third person, so it's probably someone else within Vought or associated with Vought. Could be Victoria Neuman (since we will see her in person in one of these episodes), but I like the theory that Marie's benefactor is Stan Edgar. As New Rockstars pointed out, he's got a history of taking interest in orphaned Supes from Red River who accidentally killed their own parents (can't be a coincidence that we actually saw Marie's picture briefly on the computer screen when Hughie was at Red River investigating Victoria's past and uncovered her connection to Edgar; Victoria's and Marie's parents also died in similar fashion); he'd want a new asset in the wake of Victoria's double cross, and seeing as Edgar was the one who signed off on Payback betraying Soldier Boy to replace him with Homelander back in 1985, it would make sense for him to have a contingency plan up his sleeve (and be secretly coordinating with Shetty and the many other insiders he probably still has within Vought).

[zepskies]

Hey, Zep! Quick question-

How did you manage to build your Tumblr following?

Ahh, great question, lovely anon!

A few key things I've done to build my following:

1. Posting my stories consistently. ✍🏽

When I started getting active on Tumblr last year, the lovely feedback I was getting spurred me on to keep writing, so I did! I wrote more last year than I probably ever have. But I also try to do so consistently.

I give people a heads up on when things are going to post (Marketing 101: If you want people to get excited, make sure they know when things are coming their way). And I did my best to stick to those deadlines.

Life can sometimes get in the way (shit happens, amirite?), but on the whole, I try to stay consistent. When people know they can rely on you, they're more likely to tune in every time you post.

I also give sneak previews of chapters and upcoming stories for that same reason. (I write chapters ahead of posting partly for this reason.) It can be a powerful hook when I'm writing a series in particular, to keep people invested by giving them a preview of what's coming in the next chapter. 💗

2. I try to make it easy for people to find me. 🧐

Use the right # tags. If it's an OC character in a pairing, don't use the reader tag (and vice versa). But do use the most popular pairing tags relevant to your story, fandom, character tags, genre, etc.

Tumblr currently allows you up to 30 tags that can be optimized/indexed by the site.

Anything after that is just to organize your blog and make things easier to find. I've seen a lot of brilliant writers/content creators miss out on getting eyes on their post because they're not using the more popular search tags.

(Tumblr helps you find some of them when you start typing in the tags section of a post.)

I also reorganized my masterlist so that the characters I write for are as easy as possible to find, what pairings I write for, and how people can keep reading if it contains multiple parts (including a link in the previous part, clearly labelling, including links to my other relevant masterlists within the fandom).

I include links everywhere: for my tag lists, for my masterlists, for sequels, other stories within the same storyverse, for my Ao3 account, for my Ko-Fi page, etc. I work in content marketing and editorial, so I've learned that navigation is key for the reader/user experience.

**Special Note on tag lists: Tumblr recently changed the rules (again). It seems that you can have up to 50 tagged users on a post, but they must be broken up into groups of 5 for the site to properly tag those users.

Example:

2. Engaging with people and replying to comments, reblogs, and asks. 💞

#1, this is just good fun. I LOVE engaging with people who read my work, and often I've become friends with people on here just by reaching out to one another to express our mutual love of fandom and/or each other's work.

At the ends of one-shots, drabbles, and series chapters, I try to engage with my readers by asking them specific questions about what they thought about the story. If they feel inclined, that may provoke them to answer in the comments or in the form of a reblog.

And when I reply to reblogs in particular, there's a reason I label them "reader appreciation." Because I genuinely do appreciate them! (And you. 😉)

Writers thrive on feedback, and I'm no exception. But also, it's just awesome to have that connection with my lovely readers. Many of them are now my friends. 🥰

Thank you for this question! I hope this helps.~

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Angel Reader - First Preview

Yeah, looks like the Angel Reader is gonna win the poll so I started cooking! It’s short but it’s something! No active warnings for this preview

It was no secret that you and Lucifer shared a special bond. You two were as close as friends could be. It was a little odd to be fair; a seraphim and a virtue were definitely an unusual pair. Nonetheless, neither of you cared what the rest of Heaven thought of you. You did your best to ignore the rumors that were floating about; saying your bond with Lucifer ran deeper than just a friendship. It wasn't true, of course, and those relationships were heavily discouraged by the Elders. Neither of you would dare consider stirring up trouble...more than you already have, that is.

Separately, the two of you were considered "mischievous" as Sera would say. But together, you created a whirlwind of ideas and spectacles that would land the both of you with serious reprimand more than once. You tried your best to behave, but Lucifer brought out the worst, or perhaps the best, in you. You were the only one who believed in his dreams and his passions, and he was more than encouraging when he asked about your ideas for creation. It was heartbreaking when you learned that he had been left out of the creation of the new world. To you, his ideas were not dangerous as many others believed, but inspired. When Lucifer told you that he wanted to see Earth for himself, you covered for him, as any good friend would do. His visits became more and more frequent and your lies became less and less believable.

Every time Lucifer returned from Earth, he would go on and on for hours about the wonderful and fantastical things he'd seen. But what he wanted to talk about most was the human woman, Lilith. You had witnessed for yourself how the human man Adam had treated her; demanding control and with no regard for anything but himself. He was selfish, you believed Lilith was right for fleeing the garden. You hoped that the new human woman Eve would fair better. Lucifer had found Lilith and immediately was enraptured with her. You were happy for him. Mostly. There was a small pang in your heart every time he mentioned her, but this was your best friend; you wanted nothing more than for him to be happy! There was also the constant threat that now loomed over him. What would Heaven do if they found out about Lucifer and Lilith? You vowed to keep his secret, you couldn't bear to witness any punishment befall him.

One day, Lucifer came rushing to your room with an idea that could shake Heaven to its very core.

"Free will?" you asked Lucifer. "Are you sure that's a good idea? I mean, the Elders-"

"The Elders are wrong," Lucifer responded curtly. "Humans deserve to have free will. They shouldn't just be puppets on Heaven's strings. It's not right! They should have the right to choose!"

You sighed. "I don't disagree with you, Lucifer. You're right. But...I'm worried. What will happen once they do have it? Once it's given, you can't take it back. And what will happen to you? You have to know there will be consequences if you go through with this and I...I'm..."

Lucifer pulled you into a tight hug, and you instinctively returned the gesture. Holding him felt like one of the greatest gifts you could ever receive. "It'll be alright. No matter what happens to me, I know this is the right thing to do." He pulled away from you and smiled, holding your hands delicately. "You are a wonderful friend and a true reflection of what Heaven should be. I don't want you to worry anymore. I can't get in any worse trouble than I've already been in before, right?" he laughed.

His golden eyes shined brightly, you loved the way he lit up when he told you about his dreams. You finally smiled back at him. "Thank you, Lucifer. I trust you completely. When will you return to Earth?"

"Tomorrow," he responded. "Lilith and I will meet with Eve. She seems like she would be more receptive to the idea than Adam. Perhaps she could convince him afterwards!" With a wave of his hand, a shiny, glowing red apple appeared in his palm. "This is my gift to humanity. It's the least I can provide."

You leaned in and planted a tiny peck to his pale cheek. "Please be careful," you whispered.

A light golden blush dashed across his cheeks. "O-Of course." He turned around slowly, opening the door and was about to leave when he turned back to look at you. "I'll be back tomorrow after it's done. Don't miss me too much!" With that, Lucifer walked out, leaving you alone in your room once more.

You couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of dread.

[kennyomegasweave]

my live thoughts during the finale of The Sign

Obviously, spoilers will be under here.

I had complaints about this show, but I still enjoyed myself overall and I LOVED this finale. It was a really good and entertaining finale.

My boy is def getting shot cause he just basically proposed to his man and said he's gonna do it for real once this mission is done. 😭😭😭

Old woman yaoi! I am very sad for these women but you know old woman yaoi! Phaya’s grandma be making moves. Get it mama!

Man. I don't wanna see Chart get tortured. Kaownah is my fave and it's his birthday today and everything.

Yai would hear Tharn stuck in some ravine in the jungle. I love siblings, chosen or otherwise, so much.

Was Tharn reinstated? Cause he's like “I'm gonna arrest Montree” but he’s suspended? Can he even do that? He might have been reinstated in the last episode, but I can't remember. Oops. lol

YES AT THEM ROLLING UP ON A JEEP RUNNING BITCHES OVER. THE SQUAD’S HERE FUCKERS. STRIKE TEAM: GAY (AND YAI)

Khem is about to get shot. It's dark and he and Thongthai are outside and I saw the preview and I literally have a pit in my stomach. Because I know what's gonna happen and no. NO.

NO CHART NO.

KHEM BABY NO. HE GOT SHOT SAVING HIS MAN AND FELL WITH THE NECKLACE WITH THEIR RING CAUSE THEY WERE GONNA GET MARRIED IT’S BEEN YEARS And this is also why like they probably shouldn't have had Khem and Thongthai on the same team because Khem whole ass threw himself in front of his man and then Thongthai was basically useless cause it's not like he was gonna be able to do a motherfucking thing once his man was fucking shot.

CHART NO AGAIN HOW MANY TIMES IS THIS MAN GONNA GET SHOT

I don't even care about the supernatural shit and the rest of this after Khem got shot right in Thongthai’s arms. We can shut this whole damn episode down.

Oh okay. No Chart and Khem aren't dead. We have a throwaway line that Khem (and Chart) are “safe” and thus not dead. Okay. We can continue this episode. I'm good. Khem’s at the hospital and, even if I never see him for the rest of this episode, I can rest knowing he will be getting dicked down by Thongthai in “we’re alive and getting married” marathon sex once he recovers. My boys WILL be married in the special episode y'all keep mentioning is happening. I know this.

Okay, like, Montree is evil, don't get me wrong. But he kept being like “why won't you just leave me alone” in the warehouse like he's not a drug dealing murderer and then he refuses to confess and is unfazed by a whole damn Naga showing up and capturing him. And it’s a mood how much he doesn't give a fuck. Man said he don't care about anything. lol

Aww Yai and Sand. Yai and his hot ass wife. He couldn't resist telling her she was beautiful. Man loves his brother and his hot ass wife. I love him.

I'm fairly confident we won't see anyone else from the cop side the rest of the episode, maybe Yai cause he's Tharn's brother, but that's it. But you know what. My fucking boy is alive and so is his man and they will be getting married. So I won. I win, you lose, ah ha.

I'm guessing this is the scene Babe mentioned was hard cause it's a love scene but he's sad cause he knows he's gonna leave Phaya but Phaya doesn't know that. I do wish we had seen him negotiate this with Chalothon. Like “fine I'll go with you, but you gotta let me have one more night to get that dick.” 

Paid $16 and the damn ass blur is still there? Pardon me? 

Phaya loves Tharn so fucking much. He is out here freaking out. Running around aimlessly. Baby. Baby boy.

Okay, also, Tharn. Love. You had to know Phaya wasn't just gonna let you leave? Asking why he followed you. Babe. Baby. Babes. He's always gonna follow you. 

Again. Chalothon’s Naga look is really hot and if I was Tharn I would have never looked at Phaya in our first life cause I would have been sat with that man and his hot ass fire look. RIP to Tharn but I'm different. I'm a whore.

Yes at Phaya using his Garuda powers. They were so severely lacking in this show and I’m still butthurt.

THARN BABY OMG. I mean. You would think that maybe Chalothon would have learned by now to not throw spear objects at Phaya. Stupid bitch. Killed the person he's wanted for several lifetimes TWICE in the same way.

I'm here for this montage combining both their lives. Sad it's happening because Tharn got fucking stabbed. Again.

“He's always sacrificing himself for you to be where he doesn't belong. You're selfish.” Now I know your bitch ass isn't saying that when you have now KILLED him twice. Hater ass bitch. Someone is selfish here and it's not the dude who hasn't killed his man TWICE in the same way. Flop ass bitch.

Oh Phaya. Baby. He just loves Tharn so fucking much. 

Damn. They sent Dao’s ass back to France. I didn't like her, but they didn't need to send her ass back to France. lol

Oh. I'm not ready for Yai and Phaya to see each other. Not at all. Phaya is just crying silently and Yai is ugly crying. Neither of them have spoken a word to the other. Oh my heart. 

A YEAR LATER??? Oh they're really doing this huh. Okay. lol I figured something was gonna happen when the still of Phaya with that hair and facial hair came out. Man was obviously going through something and time had passed. 

Phaya. I get maybe there's not other bedrooms in Tharn’s grandma’s house but staying in the room AND bed where y'all last saw each other can't be good for your mental health. Though the hair and facial hair already told me that mental health is hanging on by a thread and that thread is fraying baby.

THE SQUAD IS HERE TO FIND THARN. My boy is fucking alive and with his babe! And Sand is here too! Mine and Yai’s girl! I didn't even see the fine ass Captain, but he’s there too. Is he joining the search or is he trying to get Phaya to start living again? Regardless, even he came down. I love that. In another life he was Tharn's brother. Though Phaya has clearly given up on life. Which again, that hair and facial hair already showed that.

Is this a real thing or is Phaya dreaming??? I know they said it's the 15th day on the 11th moon or something so the Naga can come out so I'm guessing it's real? THE SNAKE DOCTOR FINALLY GAVE THARN UP??? Okay, I love this. I need the second thing they do after getting off this hill is cut Phaya’s hair and shave him. The first thing is fuck, obviously. 

[avatarmerida]

The image: Hunter and Willow aren’t sitting together, obviously no Huntlow content

My brain: Well actually that makes it even more Huntlow you see

———

“Come on dude, the movies is the perfect place to make your move!” Gus said, giving Hunter a gentle nudge in the ribs as the girls lined up over at the concession stand.

“Gus, Camila paid good snails for these tickets to the cinema and being distracted during the film would be rude to her act of kindess,” explained Hunter, his eyes darting to the girls, making sure they did not hear him. “Please switch seats with me.”

“I’m preeeeetty sure Willow picked her seat on purpose to sit by you,” said Gus. “What, don’t you wanna hold her hand during the scary parts?”

Hunter’s face turned a deep crimson. “Of course I wanna hold her hand.” He mumbled quietly. “But I don’t want her to think I’m scared and I don’t want her to think that I think she’s scared.”

“Maybe she’ll just think you’re holding her hand because you like holding hand.”

“Well that also seems very rude because then how is she supposed to hold her popped corn? If I hold her hand then she won’t be able to enjoy it during the movie!”

“Well, you could always just put your arm around her,” suggested Gus, raising his eyebrow.

Hunter’s eyes went wide at the suggestion. The variables raced through his mind, the idea didn’t seem unpleasant at all. But there were too many variables. He might accidentally hit her popcorn with his arm as he raised and knock it to the ground and make a mess or his armpits might be sweaty or she might misinterpret him extending his arm as part of a yawn and think he was bored and she had seemed so excited about this movie what if she thought he hated it? Or what if when he put his arm around her, she scooted closer to him rested her head on his shoulder and he forgot how to breath? And then what if-

“Dude I think you’re overthinking this too much,” said Gus, interrupting Hunter’s spiraling train of thought.

“I think I’m thinking about it a normal amount,” said Hunter, not fully believing himself. “Besides, Willow likes to discuss the movie on the ride home and what if she wants to discuss a moment that I missed because I was too preoccupied thinking about holding her hand? How am I supposed to explain that? I can only sit by Willow at the movies if I’ve already seen the movie so that when she wants to talk about it she won’t suspect I was paying attention to her and not the screen.”

“Have you... done that before?” Gus asked, recalling the pair had gone to see a movie just last week. Willow told him Hunter had bought them tickets to a special screening of a nature documentary but had accidentally bought their seats with a seat between them. No one was sitting there but every time Willow tried to move close to him or tell him to fill the empty seat, he got flustered and said something about breaking the rules and getting kicked out of the theater. She used the empty space to store the pop bucket so she could ‘accidentally’ brush his hand when they both went for a piece, but he politely declined her offer to share. Willow noticed he kept looking at her, as though wanting to comment on the movie but had been shushed once by a few low viewer and feared breaking the social contact the previews gave against talking during the film. Willow has told Gus that she had thought that maybe Hunter didn’t want her to interpret it as a date but Gus could see now that a Hunter was just paranoid. He made a mental note to tell Willow to buy the tickets next time it was just the two of them going and see if that changed anything.

But for now he would let Hunter takes notes on things he wanted to discuss with Willow, impressing her with his attention to detail.

“Whatever you say dude,” said Gus, shaking his hand and switching tickets with the older boy. “What do you want me to say if she asked why we switched seats?”

“Tell her... you wanted to sit by her in case it got too scary and her presence makes you feel safe.”

“Pshh, you know I don’t scare that easily,” scoffed Gus, suspecting it was one of the reasons Hunter wanted to sit with her as he came up with the reason surprisingly quick. “I’ll just tell her it’s because I wanna share her snacks. Willow snuck some in from home in her purse.”

For some reason the very idea of Willow sneaking in contraband made Hunter swoon. There was no way he’d be able to sit next to her and act normally now. This was for the best.

“Besides, it’s a human movie,” scoffed Gus as the girls walked over with their drinks. “How scary could it possibly be?”

[kikidoesfanfic]

Peter Parker's Guide to Romance

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James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark/Winter Soldier, Winter Soldier/Tony Stark, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Precious Peter Parker, Matchmaker Peter Parker, Not Clint Barton Friendly, Not Wanda Maximoff Friendly, Bucky Barnes & Winter Soldier are Different Personalities, They jaeger pilot the same body, POV Multiple, Insecure Tony Stark, Misunderstandings, Fluff Rating: T Marvel Cinematic Universe No Archive Warnings Apply Words: 20,481 Chapters: 5/5 On Ao3

Summary:

Upon coming to Mr Stark for advice about his own romance woes, Peter realises something he hadn't paid much attention to before, Mr Stark hasn't dated in ages.

He definitely deserves his own special someone, and Peter knows just the Sergeants for the job.

Time for Peter to play matchmaker. Preview below the cut

"But she acts like she hates me!" Peter despairs, hands raising in the air in spite of the tools in them. They're working on one of Mr Stark's sports cars, it's so cool. Peter doesn't think he'll ever bother having a car in the middle of NYC, but getting to work on Mr Stark's is enough to make him consider it, he even said Peter could borrow this one some time if he helps tune it up.

"Kid I've seen her with you, she's teasing, she likes messing with people, she's at least a friend." He slides out from under the car to point at Peter with a wrench, "she does act like she hates everyone, but she also acts like she hates you and Ned the least, do with that what you will."

"What if I like her as more than a friend?" Peter asks, leaning under the hood of the car to hide his now burning cheeks. It's not that he's embarrassed about liking her, he thinks, it's that he hasn't really had anyone to talk to about this, Aunt May is not the best at love life pep talks. He knows Mr Stark has been in the tabloids as more of a... playboy? But he's definitely learnt since becoming Spiderman that you can't trust everything you read in a gossip rag, plus he hasn't seen Mr Stark date anyone since Miss Potts anyway.

"Well, first you decide what you'd like to happen, do you want to just date her? Do you want to be friends? Do you want a relationship?" And okay, that's a good point, what if he dates her and it doesn't work out and they can't be friends anymore? Would he make Ned have to split time between them to keep both his friends? Is that selfish? But what if it works out and they stay together? They are in highschool though... how many people end up together forever with their highschool sweetheart? Peter doesn't know anyone that has.

"Geez kid don't over think it, I can hear your brain whirring from down here." He wheels out again, hand feeling around for a tool while he looks at Peter. "Sometimes it's worth it even if things don't work out, the experience, the memories, learning about yourself. Sometimes you can still be friends even if you break up, look at me and Pep, we still get along even if it took some awkwardness to get there in the beginning."

He finally looks down to the floor at the now scattered tools, sighing exasperatedly with a smile on his face.

"Butterfingers, daddy needs that, you have your own tools to play with," he looks back to Peter, stage whispers "I think he wants to be an engineer when he grows up too."

Butterfingers trills a few beeps that Peter thinks sound like agreement as he returns the tool, and Mr Stark pats the side of his body fondly.

"If you like her, you like her Petey, and if you think the chance of it working out would make you happy, what's the harm? She doesn't seem like the kind of person to hold a grudge," Peter gives him an incredulous look, "or not over something like that anyway. Just, don't miss your chance kiddo, it's better to try and know either way, than to look back at what ifs with regret."

He looks wistful as he says it, staring off at a bench against the wall absent-mindedly, and Peter thinks he looks kind of... sad?

"Yeah, you're right Mr Stark." He thinks a moment, with Liz things sort of just happened, but with MJ maybe he should try and flirt? A little? See how she reacts. Problem being he hasn't really done that on purpose before.

"How do I show her that I like her without just saying that I like her? Just blurting it out seems," he pulls a face.

"Not a dramatic love confession kind of guy? It's okay you can work with that, though you'll have to tell her with words eventually, relationships, communication, all that jazz." He waves a hand in a gesture Peter assumes is supposed to encompass said jazz. "That is if she doesn't decide to do it for you, she seems like she would enjoy that."

And yeah, that's probably a fair assessment, she totally would. They talk a while longer, Mr Stark having great advice about showing someone you care that he eagerly notes down, ideas already forming for school the next day.

"And, if you want to give a gift make sure it's something they want. Going over the top for going over the top's sake is less appreciated by most." He has a wry, self depreciating grin on his face as he says it, likely a lesson learned by experience then. "You know her, Kid, you got this and if she doesn't feel the same that's okay too."

Peter thanks him, and while he's thinking of something else to ask Friday's voice chimes in.

"Boss, Mr Barton is quite insistent that he speak to you about an issue with his equipment, I told him that you are busy, but he is refusing to vacate. Would you prefer for me to lock down the lab, or alert someone to have him removed?" Mr Stark sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose for a frustrated moment before pushing himself up from the floor.

"It's alright, I'll take care of it this time, I'll just get harrassed in the hallway otherwise." He's halfway to the door, smoothing his shirt and running a hand through his hair to look less ragged, when he turns back to Peter. "Sorry this should just take a moment, I'll be right back."

He heads out, lab doors closing behind him and Peter huffs. Too many people are demanding of Mr Stark's time these days, he needs a break, a nice night off with someone who just wants his company... like a date? He should definitely go on a date, and not just because Peter is feeling quite enthused about romance right now. Or okay, maybe a little... but also Mr Stark really deserves to have someone special in his life, someone who cares about him, and will look out for his best interests, and make sure he relaxes and takes a night off when Peter's not around to pester him into it.

"But she acts like she hates me!" Peter despairs, hands raising in the air in spite of the tools in them. They're working on one of Mr Stark's sports cars, it's so cool. Peter doesn't think he'll ever bother having a car in the middle of NYC, but getting to work on Mr Stark's is enough to make him consider it, he even said Peter could borrow this one some time if he helps tune it up.

"Kid I've seen her with you, she's teasing, she likes messing with people, she's at least a friend." He slides out from under the car to point at Peter with a wrench, "she does act like she hates everyone, but she also acts like she hates you and Ned the least, do with that what you will."

"What if I like her as more than a friend?" Peter asks, leaning under the hood of the car to hide his now burning cheeks. It's not that he's embarrassed about liking her, he thinks, it's that he hasn't really had anyone to talk to about this, Aunt May is not the best at love life pep talks. He knows Mr Stark has been in the tabloids as more of a... playboy? But he's definitely learnt since becoming Spiderman that you can't trust everything you read in a gossip rag, plus he hasn't seen Mr Stark date anyone since Miss Potts anyway.

"Well, first you decide what you'd like to happen, do you want to just date her? Do you want to be friends? Do you want a relationship?" And okay, that's a good point, what if he dates her and it doesn't work out and they can't be friends anymore? Would he make Ned have to split time between them to keep both his friends? Is that selfish? But what if it works out and they stay together? They are in highschool though... how many people end up together forever with their highschool sweetheart? Peter doesn't know anyone that has.

"Geez kid don't over think it, I can hear your brain whirring from down here." He wheels out again, hand feeling around for a tool while he looks at Peter. "Sometimes it's worth it even if things don't work out, the experience, the memories, learning about yourself. Sometimes you can still be friends even if you break up, look at me and Pep, we still get along even if it took some awkwardness to get there in the beginning."

He finally looks down to the floor at the now scattered tools, sighing exasperatedly with a smile on his face.

"Butterfingers, daddy needs that, you have your own tools to play with," he looks back to Peter, stage whispers "I think he wants to be an engineer when he grows up too."

Butterfingers trills a few beeps that Peter thinks sound like agreement as he returns the tool, and Mr Stark pats the side of his body fondly.

"If you like her, you like her Petey, and if you think the chance of it working out would make you happy, what's the harm? She doesn't seem like the kind of person to hold a grudge," Peter gives him an incredulous look, "or not over something like that anyway. Just, don't miss your chance kiddo, it's better to try and know either way, than to look back at what ifs with regret."

He looks wistful as he says it, staring off at a bench against the wall absent-mindedly, and Peter thinks he looks kind of... sad?

"Yeah, you're right Mr Stark." He thinks a moment, with Liz things sort of just happened, but with MJ maybe he should try and flirt? A little? See how she reacts. Problem being he hasn't really done that on purpose before.

"How do I show her that I like her without just saying that I like her? Just blurting it out seems," he pulls a face.

"Not a dramatic love confession kind of guy? It's okay you can work with that, though you'll have to tell her with words eventually, relationships, communication, all that jazz." He waves a hand in a gesture Peter assumes is supposed to encompass said jazz. "That is if she doesn't decide to do it for you, she seems like she would enjoy that."

And yeah, that's probably a fair assessment, she totally would. They talk a while longer, Mr Stark having great advice about showing someone you care that he eagerly notes down, ideas already forming for school the next day.

"And, if you want to give a gift make sure it's something they want. Going over the top for going over the top's sake is less appreciated by most." He has a wry, self depreciating grin on his face as he says it, likely a lesson learned by experience then. "You know her, Kid, you got this and if she doesn't feel the same that's okay too."

Peter thanks him, and while he's thinking of something else to ask Friday's voice chimes in.

"Boss, Mr Barton is quite insistent that he speak to you about an issue with his equipment, I told him that you are busy, but he is refusing to vacate. Would you prefer for me to lock down the lab, or alert someone to have him removed?" Mr Stark sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose for a frustrated moment before pushing himself up from the floor.

"It's alright, I'll take care of it this time, I'll just get harrassed in the hallway otherwise." He's halfway to the door, smoothing his shirt and running a hand through his hair to look less ragged, when he turns back to Peter. "Sorry this should just take a moment, I'll be right back."

He heads out, lab doors closing behind him and Peter huffs. Too many people are demanding of Mr Stark's time these days, he needs a break, a nice night off with someone who just wants his company... like a date? He should definitely go on a date, and not just because Peter is feeling quite enthused about romance right now. Or okay, maybe a little... but also Mr Stark really deserves to have someone special in his life, someone who cares about him, and will look out for his best interests, and make sure he relaxes and takes a night off when Peter's not around to pester him into it.

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