#i can't do this anymore i need her carnally

[sekaithemystic]

absolutely deranged about the level of details being put into neve's design: the snowflakes in her net, the serpent's scales, serpent hat design, cunty serpent belt and rooster's feathers on the sides of her shoulders...

update: her earring :)

[love-toxin]

i dunno if you care about my gushing about leon being infected but.

god the remake made it so much hotter and i don’t see anyone talk about it and i don’t know how they don’t! i personally can’t stop thinking about it and i need infected/normal leon carnally.

:) my time to revive plagas leon has come.

(cws: gn! reader, plagas!leon + a lil yandere, post-canon divergence, needles, drugging, nc groping/kissing under the influence, leon has dirty thoughts, biting, blood, reader gets tied up)

Normal Leon is flirty, playful, maybe a little bit saucy at times if the mood is right. Plagas!Leon is a complete and utter menace, and possibly the most perverse thing you've ever encountered.

At the very least, he's not a complete puppet for Saddler's machinations. He has moments of clarity here and there, but they make way for a deep, unconscionable shift in personality when his mind finally accepts that his body is no longer the same. It's difficult to deal with, you can imagine--or you could, if Leon wasn't relentlessly tracking you down and hellbent on not letting you leave the village.

Could he try to talk to you? He could, if you would listen. But every time he faces you with those piercing carmine eyes, you start backing away, and that pretty face twists in fear and disgust at what he's become. Every time you shoot at him, you try to reconcile it as putting down the monster in him and not putting down Leon. But your sweet, gentle conscience can't accept that there's no difference anymore. This is all him, good, bad, and ugly.

Oh, but you're still so cute. You're so mad at him for the way he is, you throw things at him and grab Ashley's wrist to hurry her away when he comes walking up. He was angry when you managed to slip out of his grasp despite feeling that urge to kill you rising, but when Saddler was finally taken out, Leon felt his free will return and realized he had the chance to make his own fate.

And that's why he's waited. He waited day, after day, after day for you, having had to watch you leave with Ashley and Luis in tow and replaying that scene in his mind a thousand times over. The island is gone now, but the rest of the area needs tending to. He spends his lonely days ridding the castle of pests, disposing of bodies, clearing the village away and getting rid of any remnants of Los Iluminados. They don't belong here anymore because they couldn't leave anyways, and since he can't either, he has to cull the ones who might get in the way of your arrival.

Because he knows you. He knows you're certain of his abilities, but even if there was a shadow of doubt about his survival, you won't be sleeping well wondering whether Leon is still alive. If he can be saved, or if he just needs to be put down properly. He doesn't much care where your reasoning lies, so long as you do what he's sure you will and return to the village to find closure.

It barely takes any time at all--in less than a month, you're standing at the edge of the village by a newly-repaired bridge, a local police car parked anxiously by the entrance for fear of what lies ahead. You've got your gun, a map scribbled out from memory, and his jacket over your shoulders. Adorable. You missed him.

There's really nothing to fear, but he won't let you get much further than that village. There are a few Ganados stationed there as plants to relay information to him, but aside from feeding your fury as you take them out they really don't serve much purpose. Leon can feel you here, your feet hitting the ground as you run and the breath burning your lungs as you hurry away from the mob, booking it straight for the castle gate.

How sweet of you to visit him at home. He can't help but stalk you for a bit, watching you wander about the immense palace and search for clues, flip through his notes and break down into tears when you realize he's still alive. You have so much hope, and it's all stored in that little bottle of pills and a needle filled with sedative.

It all falls away when you neglect to notice the latter missing from your belt, only to thrash and scratch wildly at his arm when he comes up from behind to restrain you. A little pinch in the neck, a choked up sigh, and you collapse so limply in his arms like a doll.

Oh, he missed you. It's so much easier to kiss you when you're unconscious, you don't run away or shove him or shout at him that he's a monster. He wants to kiss you in other places, but...not now. He can be gentle and intimate with you like that later. You barely even flinch, you don't even kick at him when he gropes your thigh and brings his mouth to it to bite down. You taste so sweet, he just wanted a bit of your blood to satisfy the craving--he won't make it a habit, that is unless it ends up turning you on when he does it in bed like he's planning to.

And he is planning. You have a future together but it doesn't include anyone else--he's been given an escape from that depressing life he never wanted, but he's not finding a new one without you, the only good thing he's got in this world. Even if he's got to tie you up so you don't attack him the moment you wake from your stupor.

"Let me go! I'll kill you!"

You don't mean that, sweet thing. You're just tired, and scared, and you missed him. That's why you came back--not a force on earth could've made him revisit the site of Raccoon City after what happened there, but you came all the way back and threw yourself into danger for him, even knowing all that you know. The rest of this ugly world isn't worthy of you.

"I'll fucking shoot your brains out for taking him away from me!"

So feisty and cute. Is he really the one that's obsessed? Because watching you cry in desperation and struggle against your bindings is pretty telling, especially since you stop the moment his cool hand touches your chin. You know what he is, and yet you still look up at him like he's the same he always was.

"L-Leon, if you're still in there, I can get you out. There's a facility in Arklay that agreed to help--you can come home!"

It's a shame you're so hopeful. You even grace him with a relieved smile when he backs off, his brow softened at the sight of you practically begging for him. But it's in that darling, naïve way that shows you have no idea you're already being dragged down with him. And you'll only see that once his hand hovers over your lap, and he gently peels back the jagged fabric you thought might've ripped on your way over a fence, or maybe in one of the many struggles against the villagers for your life.

But you understand, he thinks you do, when you finally follow his eyes and peer down at the exposed skin. The bite mark still glistens with blood and saliva from where he sucked hungrily at the wound, but webbing out beneath your skin around the site are thin, black trails that move along your flesh like veins. And they grow as the seconds pass, spreading out deeper within your body as the infection begins its process.

You look up at him so frightened, and yet so angry, that he can't help but kiss you then. You don't have unbound arms to beat at his chest, or breath in your lungs to scream or cry at him for what he's done to you. His tongue swallows all those muffled curses up, sliding wetly between your lips to taste that effervescent warmth he knows you won't lose in your transformation. You're simply too radiant to become as cold as he is, although he's sure it'll add an exciting thrill to the sensations you'll share when you let those locked desires of yours flood out of you. Who knows, you might get so enthusiastic about your newfound power that you don't let him leave the bedroom for days--Leon would certainly welcome that after all this wretched time apart.

"Just get some rest, sweetheart." He whispers barely a hair's length from your mouth, tongue flicking out to trace your bottom lip and indulge in a delightful shiver up your body. "Let Las Plagas give you strength, and I'll show you how to handle the power. And...welcome home, darling."

[milla-frenchy]

Fav Joel series

All of them are 18+ and nsfw

Please check for each fic all the warnings indicated by the author

Summaries are those written by the authors

Raider Joel @toxicanonymity

You think Joel is saving you from the bad guys, but he's claiming you for himself. You're his now, and he won't let you or his men forget it. How long until Stockholm syndrome sets in? Will his persona start to crack?

Slasher Joel @toxicanonymity

He's a tow truck driver and you're stranded. You're already DTF but end up fucking for your life when you offend him.

Night walks @toxicanonymity

Joel, an older neighbor you've been walking with late at night, asks you into his basement to sell him weed but not really. You can't stop fucking him after that.

Carnal @pascalsbby

You thought you had it all figured out before him. Animals. Tender, primal flesh. That’s what we are at the end of the day, no? Fucking, testing one another and then eating each other alive, heart first. Maybe the heart is the sweetest part of the body- or maybe it’s just the easiest to get to. You knew you wanted to be completely devoured by him. You wanted to fill the space between his teeth.

Dom!Joel @atticrissfinch

The wrong number that texts you ends up being a man much hotter than you’d ever expect…

⭐ Meet me in the back @atticrissfinch

When the gas station clerk refuses to sell you alcohol after a shitty day, you need to get creative

I know it when I see it @bageldaddy

It's the golden age of porn. sex and sin are the national pastime. Your career in adult films starts opposite a man who goes by the name texas.

I can be your pretty girl @walkintotheriveranddisappear

After your bodily insecurities stop you from exploring your sexuality, your dad's best friend offers to help you gain some confidence and help prepare you for experiences with men. as things progress with joel, you realize he's taking advantage of you, but that doesn't stop you from having a good time, too.

Online friends @walkintotheriveranddisappear

Hot single dilfs in your area want to chat, and you're more than willing to comply (anonymous sex chatting with joel)

Something wretched about this @covetyou

Your father has been medicating his long term illness for as long as you can remember, and he'd always been grateful to find medication suppliers even after the world went to shit. When he can't pay up, what lengths will you go to to protect your entire world?

Ravish @psychedelic-ink

Joel, only now starting to feel the impending sense of loneliness, decides to listen to Tommy and sign up on an online streaming service called Ravish.

Ghost of you @thetriumphantpanda

Grief is a strange thing. In the beginning it had been all-consuming. There wasn’t a moment of the day where you didn’t cry, didn’t ask yourself why it couldn’t have been you instead. And no-one ever explains the guilt you feel when it isn’t anymore. When it’s just a dull ache and you can finally breathe again, when you can start letting people get close to you again. People like Joel Miller. 

Trial & error @thetriumphantpanda

Tommy has always been the loyal and doting boyfriend, the literal man of your dreams. Ready to take things to the next step, you soon find that Tommy is unable to have children. A family is all you’ve ever wanted, and neither of you are going to let this get in your way. Enter Joel, dark and mysterious and willing to do anything for his little brother, including fucking his girlfriend to get her pregnant. That’s what brothers are for, right?

Come away with me @thetriumphantpanda

Four years have passed and you’ve managed to raise a beautiful baby boy into a sweet little boy. Four years of one night with Joel Miller and countless others with his brother. You’ve been trying for months now for your second baby and it’s proving much more difficult than first time around, so Joel has a plan. One week, alone, on the lake, with one goal - another baby.

A lover's pinch @hier--soir

A one-night stand with a charming texan turns into something much more thrilling when you discover he is your new college professor. joel miller is entirely off limits. but now that you’ve had a taste, will you be able to keep your hands to yourselves?

You summer dream @swiftispunk

Fresh on the heels of the worst breakup of your life, you find an unexpected kindred spirit in joel miller, who's agreed to tag along for seven days to a tropical resort with you and your parents.

Lost in the dark @iamasaddie

One time you decide to cheat on your boyfriend is, of course, the time his dad catches you. Once normal relationship turns into something new, and you are forced to face the fucked up reality of your life

Hard to be soft, tough to be tender @iamasaddie

Desperation was never a good advisor, and yours led to find yourself as a very special person among Joel Miller's birds. You'll have to see for yourself if you have what it takes to live up to the status, and in the meantime Joel will "train" you and take care of you. // Joel Miller is a pimp and you are at your all time low, that's it.

Feelings on fire @joelscruff

You're back from college for the summer, staying with your devout catholic parents in your childhood home while they order you around and try to keep authority over you. as an act of rebellion you ask your new neighbor mr. miller to teach you how to play guitar, but it turns out there's a lot more he wants to teach you.

With pleasured hands @magpiepills

You’re Tommy Miller’s girlfriend, you’re on vacation with him and Joel, Tommy likes it when you’ve got an audience, Joel prefers being an active participant

Bullet for you darlin' @kewwrites - Dead dove do not eat

Joel takes something a little more personal from you after you run out of things to trade

Sunshine @kewwrites - Dead dove do not eat

A look at the innocent relationship between Sunshine and Joel till one night something changes the course of their relationship forever. 'Loss and heartbreak often turn the best of us into our worst selves.'

⭐ latest series added (11/18/2023)

HUGE thank you to all the authors 🙏🙏🙏

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[coff-in]

aaAAAA I've been lurking and um um um I have brainrot from two of the previous asks >_> What if what if

Younger Sister Reader from the I love you more than I should post x Yandere Andrew post Decay route?? And they have the same toxic thing going on from that one post where Andy threatens to off himself if the reader moves an inch from his side. Like all I can think of is Andy having a shit ton of romantic feelings for reader that the reader is just coming into realization about while also reeling from the fact that, yk, Ash is dead? Andy telling his baby sister that he doesn't want to live if he can't have her (romantically, carnally, etc.) I just really want a jealousy scene where reader like...looks at another man and Andy is like "So. You want me to die?" and then reader has to comfort her older brother in a variety of ways that are decidedly not very sibling-like. Andy basically going "date me or I die" and reader is just. panicking.

notes from coff-in: i had trouble writing a ficlet or headcanons for this for some reason so it's just me fucking word vomiting my thoughts directly. also also also, thank you!!! i would've never thought people come to lurk on my blog, GUH IT'S SUCH AN HONOR!!! ur going to make my heart explode

[fem] reader-insert, [reader] is 1 year younger than ashley, incest, NSFW

i think it would mostly play out the same as yandere andrew with the older sibling but with more incestuous overtones. all i can think about is andrew and baby sister [reader] going out shopping or something. baby sis [reader] asks one of the employees where she could find some seasonings or something and the employee points to the aisle and leaves, then andrew comes up behind [reader] saying “did you really need to talk to him? hm? maybe you just wanted to ogle at him up close, huh? is your big brother not handsome enough for you anymore?” [reader]’s like “no no no!! I just needed to find the chili pepper, im sorry :(” and andrew makes her kiss him with tongue in the aisle to calm him down.

they’d have to get a job together, this is non-negotiable to andrew. preferably the same position so they’re close to each other but i think he’d settle on being in the same workplace in general if reasoned with enough. baby sis [reader] hides back into her shell again like she did when nina died but she doesn’t come back out this time. faced with the loss of her big sister ashley and the possible suicide andrew threatens her with, [reader] just deems it safer for her to be as introverted as possible. she’s still has some independence and autonomy but it’s only around andrew if that makes sense. she’ll cook and clean and entertain herself at home with or without andrew but in public she’s very introverted and clingy with andrew. andrew isn’t complaining about any of this though.

andrew’s very happy that he gets his baby sister to himself now! with all the fucked up shit they’ve done together he’s not too conserned with introducing themselves as a couple even if people put two-and-two together that they’re blood related. i can see him being very physically close and intimate with his baby sis [reader]. a hand on her lower back, hand holding, a finger curled in her hair, sleeping in the same bed, and like… a lot of sex. [reader] loves her brother and he’s been respectful when it came to sex. it took her a while to properly figure out how to feel about andrew’s romantic attraction towards her but she does feel the same way too (whether it was natural or something that was fostered while on the run). he likes to leave hickeys on her neck and other obvious places so people know who she belongs to.

every morning they wake up together in the same bed and say “I love you” to each other and they do it again every night before they go to bed.

i also think about semi-public sex with them, too. andrew gets jealous somehow and drags [reader] into an alleyway and forces her on to her knees and flops his cock on her face. “how about you show your big brother how sorry you are, huh?” she tries her best to take him into her mouth but she’s just really bad at it because she’s never done this before. andrew doesn’t mind, though, and praises her for her effort and eagerness because he can’t be mad at his baby sister for that long :) he cums into her mouth and her cheeks get filled up too quickly and some of his semen spills out of her mouth as she tries to swallow it all and andrew’s like “aww, what a good baby sister you are :) it’s ok if can’t swallow it all. i’ll have more for you later.”

i love this idea, thank you ‘nonnie.

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coff-in

[kit-williams]

Sickeningly Sweet

The culmination of mine and @sculptorofcrimson's mega post about Valdor... you should probably read that to get an understanding of what is going on.

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon

As always thank you @squishyowl for the divder

tw: smut. yandere valdor. mindbreak or at least mind broken

This was written in like an hour

She hardly recognized herself in the mirror anymore... the slightly golden tinge to her eyes stared back at her with such sadness that was uncommon for her given her background... she made the most of everything... she really tried with this... as she could feel the way the comb just glided through her long brown hair... something happened when she got scared.

He had stumbled back when she let out that final desperate scream before she devolved into sobs... her eyes and her hair changed not long after that... but now no one came to visit... no one came to check up on her... she felt so sad and empty for the first time in her life... she covered her face and let her tears fall for herself for a moment before she knew he was there licking them away like a dog. And she once more felt the weight of the laurel upon her head.

The days felt so numb... and at times she felt like a doll being preened over and kept clean and loved... but she felt so achingly lonely. Ever since Valdor had come into her life... everything went insane... suddenly the Inquisition was doing its best to interrogate politely ask her what was going on. Suddenly there were machinations that she wanted to be ignorant about thrust into her face... then the Enemy was moving around, as Valdor had told her about some of the things that attacked the ship. They knew he was guarding something... he swore he wouldn't let them get her Him.

Her last attempt to pull away to get away from the golden nightmare ended in so much death and it was all her fault. She wept again... and once again his tongue lapped up the tears. Time was a blur for her as she tried to stop eating but while it kept him at bay for some time... she should have remembered he wasn't fully against hurting her and the subtle threats he wove got her to eat once again....

She hardly noticed the change in room as Valdor shuffled her around again... but all she could do was look up at him pleadingly to not kill them... silently praying to the Throne that she wouldn't have to watch him butcher people who were simply trying to treat her as human because that is what she was! But time still blurred for her and she couldn't take it any more... the crushing silence he held only to hold her so devotingly and whisper such praises... perhaps that is why she turned so inwardly with her own fingers as company. And still he watches even as she finishes even as she licks her own fingers clean... she can't even feel something alone.

How long has it been? She wonders as she hardly leaves her room anymore and feels herself wilting as the thought of that... "Valdor." Her voice cracks from disuse and there he is.

"Yes my Emperor?" He says with that calm voice.

"I feel lonely." She admits letting the tears flow. When he kneels and leans in to lick up her tears once more she presses her mouth to his and pushes her tongue against his. "Please... Valdor... Please... I need." She begs as she wraps her arms around his neck not knowing exactly what she was begging for. Perhaps for something carnal... as she remembers when he first appeared she felt that lust as who wouldn't?

"What do you need of me my liege." She feels his breath against her cheek and ear as her mouth moves desperately against his chin and throat... eyes closed tight to not break the illusion of her not thrusting desire onto him.

"Please touch me." She mewls at him and once more feels his mouth against her own as she moans eagerly into his mouth. The tunic she had been given now coming into play as his warm finger just brushes against her sex. She jolts at the contact moaning as she feels the digit sinking into her.

Pulling open her top she plays with her own breasts just to feel something just to feel the high in this as she keeps her eyes closed or stealing timid glances... but his gaze at her is terrifying in a way... so overwhelming.

However the slow pumping of his digit wasn't doing enough for her right now. "Valdor please I need you." She whimpers rubbing a foot against his inner thigh trying to encourage a reaction from him as she looks up at him with those eyes.

The ghost of a smile on his lips as his eyes hold some predatory look in them... as if she was a rabbit caught in a trap, "My liege is in need and removing my armor will take time... let me please you now." He pulled his finger out and tasted it... she watched him close his eyes for a moment savoring it before leaning in and licking the lips...

His name was a ghost on her lips before she suddenly screamed it out as he dove in with a hunger that sent a jolt of life into her. Her thighs squeezing his head and her fingers gripping the dark hair of his mohawk. She didn't see or chose to ignore the way he watched her writhe against his mouth... the way his eyes focused on her own as they flashed a bright gold... each lick pouring life back into this shard of the Emperor that was becoming like tarnished gold... dull and lifeless.

His tongue cupped and pressed against her bud as he wrapped his dearest liege shard in the finest golden chains of his devotion... she craved such companionship... it was something he had to discourage at first as who else but a loyal servant could bring their liege such pleasure. His tongue moves deeper and she screams with such desperate pleasure, "Valdor! Valdor please! I'm so close!" She sobbed as her faithful servant held her thighs gently just watching her come undone with a final shriek.

He made sure not a drop of her was wasted... she flushed as she could hear the wetness of his licks and laps as he cleaned her with such devotion. He knew her routine having seen her with a paramour before he knew for certain she was his Beloved... it was all a bonding ritual that would bring him into their good graces again. The concern that entered her gold eyes... "Do you need to be taken care of?"

"Do not worry about me." He said watching her nod as she got as comfortable as she could to snuggle in the afterglow of that sensation. And as Valdor played his role in her post coitus bonding ritual he knew... he knew his Beloved shard would be less... and less... and less... and oh so very less likely to pull away from him again like they tried to.

[eldritch-spouse]

okay so odd-ball thought abt the zombie asks floating around;

santi and his lil obsession get separated, he’s absolutely GEEKED out, already stressed and fatigued, so he’s kinda reverting back to his OLD old snappy self.

a few weeks of this happening and he’s reached his peak, just a complete douche and asshat when patches (i’m assuming if the Clergy gang were all together when it happened they stayed together cause numbers=safety most of the time) runs up and has this fucking lump in his arms covered with a blanket— santi instantly smelled his lil lover and damn near rips patches’ arms off to get to her and just kinda stands there holding her and purring or smth

then they fuck cause yeah it’s santi and he’s a mix of absolutely starved and carnally obsessed with this sudden reunion with his lover.

(i love zombie aus. sorry if this doesn’t match his personality or traits, i’m severely tired but i HAD to blurb about this for a hot second-)

TW: Noncon moment.

It's not unlikely that he'll revert back to that mindset. After all, it's almost like his younger days in the Rings, always looking out for himself and trusting no one.

He might become worse, actually, since there's so little people out there who retain their intelligence and social norms. Santi doesn't have to be constantly checking himself and acting in ways that purposely charm others around him. There's no one to charm, no one to seduce, therefore he doesn't need to exert energy in thinking of tactics and lines and what kind of expressions he should make. Overtime, those mannerisms fade and he becomes a more raw, brute version of what an incubus truly is deep down. A predator looking to fuck the energy out of you so it can sustain itself.

His coworkers don't make a big deal out of it, they've known Santi for a long while, especially Grimbly, and they know how he gets when in a truly foul mood. They've seen him devoid of charming mannerisms. They don't care for his tantrums, but there have been instances where Santi simply picks fights with them just to prove something to himself he can't even understand, just to take his mind off things, because it's easier to brawl and sexually harass someone than to admit that he needs help. That he's broken and sees no real reason to exist anymore except to remember you.

In this state, Santi has no qualms being incredibly sadistic and hunting down anything he considers worth the effort, hurting them as the brute acts necessary for his feeding unfurl. They're not even people, these walking husks... And the survivors he does find, they'd rather try to kill him, so they're not any better than the zombies are they? They don't deserve an inch of his mercy, so they can squirm themselves to death on the incubus' cock for all he cares.

When he gets you back, as surprising as it is that he even got you back at all after basically mourning your loss and spiraling into the worst version of himself... Santi doesn't know what to do with himself. It's like being hit with a brick to the face. And he realizes what a cunt he is.

You won't love him like that.

It's been so long, he can barely crack the same smile he used to for you. His claws are way too big, his body's covered in scuff marks from willingly getting into dangerous altercations. Santi forgot half the charm he used to have, and the remnants he's trying to put back on are forced. Unnatural.

When you wake up in his arms, it's all the demon can do not to blubber like a fucking baby. He doesn't speak too much initially because aside from "I'm so glad I found you again.", he's probably going to spit something tasteless and ruin the moment.

Santi finds himself unintentionally being brutish to you, snapping, speaking too roughly, grabbing you hard, subconsciously treating you the same way he would his prey. He sees the fear in your eyes and instantly freezes, realizing he's a danger to you and not recovering fast enough to avoid damaging the relationship.

The others around him, the ones that can still stand him, try to offer Santi advice and comfort him when he distances himself from your hurt self.

It all culminates in an intimate moment where Santi stops listening to you and just takes. You tell him to slow down, and he doesn't. It's a few minutes of him being a senseless rutting beast until he hears you sobbing. Not the pleasured sobbing of someone who has orgasmed too many times, the sobs and cries of someone who is in pain and scared.

You're the last person he wants to hurt, and Santi just wounded you in the worst way he possibly could.

After that, the incubus comes clean about what happened to him, who he was in his past, what happened when he thought he had lost you forever. And more than that, as much as he hates to do it, Santi gives up most control of things to you while he works to restore the incubus you fell in love with.

Because if you considered leaving him now, he would probably never recover at all.

[practicedvmm13fullofpotatoes]

Things in The Neighbor's Under the Bed that drive me insane

(WARNING: IT'S A REALLY LONG POST FOR SOME REASON. CONTINUE IF YOU DARE)

Mark said "They beat us 7-nil", implying that Abigail was also a Raccoon. So. Both of them are retired Raccoon City players but Mark cares about football and getting back at Johnny and Janae's father. Abigail loves the guy enough to let him do his plans, occasionally helping him (like with the tunnel thing) but she doesn't obsess over football like he does

"A nipple a day keeps the Rangers at bay!" "That's what we've got on our house crest" I know all of these things are supposed to be for comedic purposes but that implies that Abigail's been doing the nipple thing since the Raccoons lost to the Rangers (hell, she could have also been doing it before they lost to the Rangers but I don't think she'd have the need to do that unless conspiring with Mark to get back at the Rangers)

THE ADDAMS JUST HAVE A BLUEPRINT OF THE EVANS' HOUSE. WHAT??

"We love you too, Dad!" Janae, that is your mother--

"Don't hit your brother anymore, that's not very nice okay?" "I try to but the night terrors" This is Janae responding. I can't tell if this is because Janae has nightmares and is hitting Johnny in their sleep or if Janae hits Johnny to wake him up from a really nasty future dream

Johnny coming out of nowhere while Martha was already telling the boys goodnight and her not knowing that he wasn't in the room shows how neglectful of a mother she is. Sure, she comforts him but also tells him to "shut up" and to "stop being weird".

"Yes, Johnny, that's the one" WHY DID JANAE HAVE TO CONFIRM THAT THEIR MOTHER WAS RIGHT WITH WHAT THEIR OLDER BROTHER'S NAME IS??

"I did say that he was my older brother. But he's emotionally less mature" This is definitely to clarify to the audience but I'm taking this as Janae knowing that their mother can't differentiate them sometimes.

"What do you mean you had another one of your future dreams?" SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT HE'S TALKING ABOUT. AND THIS IS A REGULAR OCCURRENCE, MIND YOU. SHE DOESN'T LISTEN TO HIM WHEN HE'S TALKING ABOUT HIS FUTURE DREAMS!! HE LITERALLY HAD TO EXPLAIN WHAT HIS FUTURE DREAMS WERE

"I'll try but I do have to finish the Oxford curriculum" Implies they're in school and then Tom throws the next line "Because, you know I'm lecturing in the morning" which throws my previous idea out the window. JANAE LECTURES AT OXFORD?? JANAE FUCKING GRADUATED AND TEACHES AT OXFORD??

"I dreamed a man came out from under my bed :(" I mean, sure, it's technically correct but not exactly correct?? Which implies that Johnny either has 80% accurate future dreams or his dreams come from another perspective sometimes??

"But sometimes they come true, mommy!" SOMETIMES?? SO THEY DON'T ALWAYS COME TRUE?? I MEAN. OKAY

"It's okay, I'm familiar with the carnal act" what has this eight-year-old seen....

"My seis-- my seismogram" Tom was blanking on what it was called but yes, a seismogram exists (I saw it on my exam. But now I'm starting to think that an 8 year old just recently invented it)

"It's not true" IMMEDIATELY TOLD HER CHILD THAT IT ISN'T REAL. DOES SHE CARE ABOUT HER CHILDREN? PROBABLY NOT

"If it was true, it would be called a seismoGRAPH" BOTH OF THEM SHUT JANAE DOWN. WHAT?? GUYS. HEAR 'EM OUT. COME ON

"I said I made it myself, it's something new, father!" NEITHER OF JANAE'S PARENTS WOULD LISTEN TO THEM. ALSO, THE EMPHASIS ON "FATHER" IMPLIES JANAE DOESN'T LIKE THEIR FATHER MUCH

"I know where he gets his power. I have to sleep with his wife" THIS IS LIKE THE MEME. ["I'VE CONNECTED THE TWO DOTS" "YOU DIDN'T CONNECT SHIT" "I'VE CONNECTED THEM"] NO BUT WHERE THE FUCK DID HE GET THIS IDEA I'M SOBBING SO HARD

"ENGORGE HIM AND HAVE HIM ENTE-- no wait-- ENGORGE HER AND HAVE YOURSELF ENTER HER" TOM WAS READY TO MAKE THIS GAY. I LOVE THAT

"It'll just be me and the boys--" "No, me and the boys" THEIR FATHER IS TOO FIXATED WITH FOOTBALL THAT HE DOESN'T EVEN CONSIDER HIS CHILDREN

"Tasting menu" "Expensive.." THIS ISN'T REALLY RELATED TO THE LORE I'M TRYING TO MAKE FOR NEIGHBOUR'S BUT THIS IS HILARIOUS

The nod to Luke before patting the chair. Again, not related to lore but I love this moment

AJ going to drink in the background until Luke spoke. Took a moment to pause because that was definitely not what Johnny sounded like previously (not related. again)

"We had a different daddy. Our daddy was not our daddy it was the neighbaah :(" Okay so going back to Johnny's future dreams, they aren't 100% accurate to what actually happens but rather a caricature of it?? Dreams don't always make sense in real life, so Johnny's future dreams being a bit exaggerated makes sense kind of??

"WHY ARE THEY DOING IT IN THE RECORDING STUDIO WITH ALL THE MICS ON?!" THEY HAVE A WHAT IN THEIR HOUSE? THEY HAVE A RECORDING STUDIO???

"I was going to suggest a fire but okay!" JANAE IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT THAT A FIRE WAS THE BEST WAY TO SOLVE THIS. THEY MAY BE BOOK SMART BUT THEY'RE A LITTLE BIT FUCKED UP IN THE HEAD. JOHNNY, THE ONE WHO GOES MORE ON EMOTION RATHER THAN GENUINELY THINKING, WAS THE ONE WHO HAD A RATIONAL IDEA. CALLING THEIR DAD WAS DEFINITELY THE BETTER IDEA. AND THEN HE JUST AGREES WHEN JANAE SUGGESTED A FIRE. YEAH, NO, NEVERMIND THEY'RE BOTH A BIT FUCKED UP (then again, younger children have wild imaginations. Janae might be intelligent but that doesn't mean they're not a kid. Hell, their boosted iq may or may not have aided with the fucked up ideas they might have)

Janae just being a news anchor/football announcer in a normal speed while Jack and Mark are in slow mo. Why is that? To make it a bit more dramatic? Because it's a slow mo playback? Huh??

"I'll be seeking forced adoption for myself and my older brother" GOOD BECAUSE BOTH OF THEIR PARENTS ARE NEGLECTFUL. THEY DESERVE TO LIVE IN A BETTER HOME, GODDAMN IT

Tl;dr: This play is insane and these two kids need a family that actually care about their interests and don't shut them down/force them to play football

[sugar-grigri]

If you haven't done one before, could you do an analysis of Denji's use of sexuality as the only form of love he still has untouched?

Sex and love, two bets Denji wants to take

At first, touching breasts, getting close to a girl, was a way for Denji to fill something he didn't understand. Projecting his lack of relationships, and affection, into what was visible, represented on those posters and magazines, through all those sexual images. Denji is someone who reasons through his senses, his intuitions. For him, pure physical contact was love.

When he loses Pochita for the first time, Denji doesn't immediately place his feelings in the abstract. He's sad, having just lost his family, but physically, organically and symbolically, he remains in his heart, he is his heart. It's only afterwards, as Denji experiments, that he understands the ambivalence of relationships: things don't turn out as we'd hoped, we can even have bad experiences, be violated against our will even when we were convinced we'd get a reward, a pleasant, harmless act.

Proposing a carnal act is not necessarily an act of kindness; on the contrary, it's often a way of dominating and manipulating the other person. Falling in love and sleeping together isn't as simple as cooking and eating. It's a risk before it's a pleasure.

Then there was Aki and Power. The symbol of platonic family relationships. For whom Denji didn't realize his attachment until after their loss. To the point of understanding that losing someone isn't as simple to resolve as sleeping when you're sleepy. That it follows us without solution.

Denji understood this plurality of love, he also understood that sex, or one's own body, is a currency of exchange, as his dialogue with Yoshida had shown. A body can be bruised, sex can be non-consensual. These aren't just abstract concepts, Denji doesn't think like that; if he's understood them at all, it's through his own experiences.

In chapter 127, Denji catches up with Asa, subjected to the Falling Devil, who argues that life is only pain. What Denji is trying to do is reassure her, which is not easy for him as speech is not his strong suit. But he puts himself in her place anyway, and it's one of the rare times when CSM expressly and voluntarily helps someone simply to help them, without projecting anything behind it (he wasn't supposed to see Asa anymore).

He then talks about cats and dogs, because he knows that universally they are beings that bring us happiness. But he also evokes all his traumas: ice cream (Aki), cats (Power), but above all hamburgers (representing his mourning when he gave up control of his being to Pochita). Denji evokes them all positively, yet symbolically, they are all finely chosen elements that will evoke negativity.

But in the end, Denji says he's moving on to have sex one day. I know this isn't the right way to reassure Asa, but Denji wanted to help her, to comfort her, and he did it sincerely, because he can't change what he says if it's what he thinks. Wanting sex is what a teenager wants. It's also a desire for Denji not to compartmentalize growing up and not to pay attention to his needs.

Denji is attracted by what he can touch directly, by pure sensations. So it's natural that he only talks about sex. That's not to say he'll reduce his girlfriend to that, he just doesn't know what envelops the act, feelings, love. He's never had a girlfriend!

Denji was abandoned by his parents, dehumanized, having grown up with a demon, behaving like an animal. So he answers his questions with this latest experience, a sensation not yet acquired: the origin of humanity, his own, Asa's. If everyone's doing it, it must be good!!!

Sex is presented as two sides of the same coin in this part, as a kind of naive claim for Denji to move forward, to get out of his pain, but something that is constantly used against him, to manipulate him, that puts him in danger.

And once again, he begins to spot the danger, but can't fight it. Fumiko is the perfect example, a symbol of his sexual trauma to which Denji is completely subjected.

Denji is beginning to know that sex can be both positive and negative. But he also doesn't know how to discuss it, how to talk about it, especially to the girl he's interested in. As he thinks sex is something universally pleasurable so talking about it had to resonate in Asa as much as cats, dogs, ice cream. He presented something that was also traumatic in a beautiful light.

Denji wants a girlfriend, he wants to be loved and to love, yes. Even though love is rarely a pleasant experience, even a factor of despair.

Denji also wants to sleep with someone, yes something just as risky, or he consciously knows he can be used and manipulated for it.

Sex isn't Denji's way of being loved, it's like love, something as beautiful as it is traumatic. And Denji wants to experiment. Even if it means suffering. Because in suffering, there will always be pleasure.

CSM, the fruit of an act of love for Pochita and mourning for Denji, is above all the chimera of trauma.

Denji doesn't think he can get out of the trauma. He has experienced it so much that he now sees it as something necessary to experience. He doesn't confront suffering, he deflects it, even if it means suffering more.

How could Denji break out of this cycle?

By learning to trust.

And that's something he'll experience with a teenager who's distrustful, his opposite.

Both the attraction and the rejection of sex are normal reactions for two teenagers. But they are also two responses from the two protagonists to their own suffering.

Denji's obsession with sex is a desire to move forward, to tie the knot to the point of putting himself in danger. Asa's absolute rejection of contact is also symbolic of the fact that she no longer wants to suffer by connecting with others, even if it means suffering from her loneliness.

One is literally swept away by his suffering, while the other cuts off his own head to get some hope, accepting his suffering as necessary, even if it deprives him of his loved ones. And the result will be the same: solitude.

You can't throw yourself into someone's arms, just as you can't isolate yourself.

Loneliness will devour them if they don't bond with each other.

A relationship with someone you trust is enough.

[juanarc-thethird]

An Opportunity Has Arrive Part 15

At the White Fang Headquarters

*Knock Knock*

Jaune: May I come in?

Sienna: Oh Jaune, you came quickly.

Jaune: Well, you said it's an emergency so I came as fast as I could.

Sienna: Excellent and I see that you are wearing comfortable clothes as I asked.

Jaune: Yep, gray pants, a hoodie, and some sneakers. So what's the problem? What do you need me for?

Sienna: Of course. Are you familiar with the No Nut November challenge?

Jaune: Yes, it's very popular on the internet. I participated in that too.

Sienna: *Quielty* That explains Blake's behavior

Jaune: I'm sorry?

Sienna: Any way!… are you familiar with what happens after the month ends?

Jaune: Well… I say nothing. But if we go to the internet well… it would be… Destroy-

Sienna: -Dick December, that is correct.

Jaune: Why are you asking me this?

Sienna: Walk with me, Jaune.

Jaune: Okay?

Jaune follows Sienna as she walks towards a door on the other side of the room.

Sienna: Since I know you are very aware of what is happening. You know very well that sexually active women go through a difficult time during the month of November and release all that stress in the month of December.

Jaune: *Remembering how Willow and Winter acted on the first of December* I have an idea.

Sienna: Well, for faunus women the stress is bigger.

Jaune: So you want the two of us to have...

She stops at the door.

Sienna: Oh no, I don't need that… now. I mean, I don't mind the idea~ *Gropes his ass* But I'm really busy today. Returning to the topic. This problem that I mentioned to you only affects younger women. Women around your age, just to clarify. And unfortunately, for different reasons, they no longer have anyone to vent their frustrations with.

Jaune: What happened with their partners?

Sienna: *Sighs* Where to start, they found enlightenment, they decided to live a life without carnal sin, they don't want to "do it" anymore, take your pick. The fact is that this girls are alone and you are the only person I know who can help them.

Jaune: I don't know. I feel like it's a lot of work.

Sienna: Come on, isn't it like you've never been in a reverse-gangbang before?

Jaune: Yes, but this is… different.

Sienna: I'll give you a PS5.

Jaune: *Serious* Deal

Sienna: Wow, just like that?

Jaune: Do you know how hard it is to get one of those? So yes, I will take the deal.

Sienna: Ok then.

Sienna opens the door. Jaune sees that the room is dark and a very strong smell comes out of it, but not a bad one.

Jaune: *Worry* Why is it dark?

Without receiving a response, Sienna pushes him into the room and she announces at the top of her lungs.

Sienna: Ladies, the stud has arrived! *Slams the door shut*

Jaune: Hold on!

He can't see anything, but he can hear a little giggling. Without having a lamp he uses his aura to light up the room, showing him what awaits him~

Velvet: *Close to his face and happy* You finally arrived!

Jaune: AAH!! Oh my god. Velvet, you scared me.

Velvet: Im sorry it was not my intention.

Jaune: It's okay. You know, the way Sienna described it to me, I thought a girl in your situation would act more… aggressive.

Velvet: Oh, that's because I just got here. I can control myself a little better, but the other girls? They do need a good dicking.

Behind Velvet Jaune she can see several girls getting up from the floor like zombies. Jaune panicked, but Velvet comforted him.

Velvet: Don't worry, I'll make sure you don't get hurt....

Jaune smiles

Velvet: ...But I can't say the same about blake.

Jaune: Wait, Blake is here?!

Velvet: Yep, she is right above you.

Jaune looks up and sees yellow eyes looking out from the darkness.

Jaune: Hi-Hi Blake.

Blake: *She lunges towards him*

Jaune: Oh SHiT!!!

Meanwhile outside.

Sienna: *On the phone* Kali, the plan worked. You no longer have to worry about your daughter and the girls under my command can concentrate on their work again.

Kali: *Phone* Really?!

Sienna: Of course, listen. *Puts the phone near the door*

Blake: NYAAA!~💕

Kali: Oh, my baby sounds so happy. By the way, are you going to the Christmas party.

Sienna: Yes I'm going, I already confirmed to Nora that I'll be there.

Kali: Great. Did you buy tickets for the Christmas raffle?~

Sienna: Absolutely~

[frostbitebakery]

Fic Writer 20 Questions

I got tagged by the lovely @thejediandthemandalorian thank you 💜💜💜

1.) How many works do you have on ao3

15

2.) What's your ao3 word count?

147,444 words

3.) What fandoms do you write for?

"Writing" is such a strong word. Codywan is the one that inspires me the most at the moment to the point I want to add little backstories.

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?

I Got My Head Checked

Outtakes of IGMHC

Art for IGMHC

black

Codywan Art and Hubris

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to!! When someone is kind enough to leave a reaction, I should thank them at the very least! Excuse Number 1: I get overwhelmed easily. Excuse Number 2: Especially with long or thoughtful comments, when I answer those I feel like that's the end of that interaction and I don't want that to end

6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

It's gotta be one of the Mood Color Panties that ended with an emotional cliffhanger...

7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Uhhhhh in terms of happy ending to fic setting ratio? Probably the MCU/Snowpiercer crossover that ends somewhat like the movie wherein they discover that not everything on the outside world is dead and gone.

8.) Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet? *crosses fingers*

9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I have written smut. With BDSM and lingerie. But I don't feel the smut groove anymore. Once in a while I do like to dabble in erotica when drawing though

10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I've officially written one (1) crossover of MCU/Snowpiercer. Unofficially, I've chucked words at friends about The Covenant/Fantastic Four where Johnny Storm and Chase Collins are roommates for whatever reason and Chase is trying to close a portal to Hell and fighting off demons while Johnny is oblivious to it all until his Lucky Charms are gone.

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of. Plenty of art got stolen though.

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yus! A smutty stucky one-shot got translated into Russian

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Does The Unlucky Ones count??? I just wanted spoopy Cody but I can't not do backstory for AUs, so my mind is churning out the lore. Then @adiduck was like, “hey, I have some ideas for TUO, how about--“ and then I buried her in the sandbox. The only bits I wrote (with Adi's blessing) are the snippets on the artworks. She is writing the fic while we both excitedly yell at each other.

14.) What's your all time favorite ship?

Just one???? All of them have a special place

15.) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I don't have any fic WIPs atm

16.) What are your writing strengths?

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh quite a lot of people pointed out that my pacing is good, and some people like my humor! Thank you <3

17.) What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm too rushed. And like, a whole lot of technical stuff I don't know.

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I like it. It can add a lot of things to the characters, plot, or setting. What I personally don't like if the words in another language are in italics.

19.) First fandom you wrote for?

Weiß Kreuz. It's in German and the forum it was posted on is long gone. There's an FMA fic on ff.net still. You won't find that one either.

20.) Favorite fic you've ever written?

I Got My Head Checked :D It started as a naive "lolol what would I want Sithywan to look like? just the once", grew to "But listen, Glimmer, it would be so funny if Sithywan is like "I need a week" as his estimation for how long he needs for Cody to spill every secret ever to him, and it ends with Sithywan just getting up in the cell like he's never been injured/tortured at all and going like "Thank you, that's all I need" like some method acting Black Widow type, but internally starting his journey of “omfg I want him carnally and emotionally””, and then it spiraled into 75k words with more catharsis for me as a person than should be possible. And a greenhouse. More IGMHC trivia!!

Oban Ouaine, Qui-Gon's Cody's Venator, is Gaelic for little green bay. I wanted a connection of Qui-Gon and his fandom plants. And I thought Oban Ouaine sounds a little bit like Obi-Wan

the original plan was that the whole Venator is like a jungle with plants everywhere. @elwenyere brought up "they have a greenhouse?" and I ran with that instead, not knowing it would turn into a central stage for hope and healing for the characters

TAG YOU'RE IT: @adiduck @elwenyere @ifonlyweknewwhatiwasdoing @meebles @merlyn-bane @wrennette @lttrsfrmlnrrgby and anyone who wants to bc this was fun!

[podcastenthusiast]

I haven't reached Act 2 yet as my Durge but I've seen That Scene with Astarion. A rare fic of mine not written from his POV.

Dark Urge spoilers!

--

You open your eyes, squinting against the bright sunlight. Must be close to midday, you assume, yet you are still exhausted. A long night spent writhing on the ground, compelled by a terrible impulse to butcher the one person you love most will do that, you suppose.

There is dried blood beneath your fingernails. Alfira's? No, no, that's a wretched thing you will always carry with you but it is past, not happening now. Astarion's? No. You will not let it harm him. You didn't. The blood is just your own. This time.

You close your eyes. Sickening visions dance before you. Your limbs ache from straining against the bindings. Your head pounds and your stomach churns, craving only blood. What a pair you and Astarion make.

Voices outside your tent.

"Lu awake yet? I'm booored," Karlach complains.

"My fault, I'm afraid. She didn't get much sleep," says Astarion, smooth as silk as he expertly weaves half-truths together. "We were rather...tied up, you understand."

He sets the snare.

"I think I speak for everyone here when I say I would prefer not to know any details of what you two did together."

And Gale willingly falls for it.

"Agreed," adds Lae'zel. "But your dalliances have now delayed our progress. I will not wait around to become a mindflayer simply because you could not restrain your carnal desires."

"My dear, as I've said we were the very picture of restrained last night--"

Gale makes a mortified sound.

"Please just go wake her up and stop torturing us," Wyll pleads diplomatically.

"Fine. Honestly, you all are no fun," Astarion pouts.

You hear footsteps approaching your tent a few moments later.

"Darling? May I come in?"

"You don't need permission anymore," you remind him.

"Let it never be said I lack proper decorum," he says, slipping into the tent.

After last night, you can scarcely believe he's so willing to share an enclosed space with you. Even now your mind fills with gruesome images--one quick stab would end him, but then you wouldn't get to hear his pretty voice scream in agony. You could cut out his talented tongue. Watch the light bleed slowly from those beautiful ruby eyes.

"You didn't tell them," you say, swallowing down a wave of nausea. "About last night."

"Well spotted."

"You could have."

You don't want him to feel like he owes you for something. You don't want him to fear you either. But you do want him safe, even if that's the cost.

"And why would I? It's hardly my secret to tell, after all."

"I almost killed you."

"Good thing I'm already dead, then."

"Astarion. This is serious!"

"If harsh words and a bite or two qualify as murder, well, I'm guilty as charged a thousand times over."

You don't speak, for a while. He has no idea what a close call it really was.

"When I... I didn't remember, with Alfira. I wasn't fully conscious. But this was different. I was aware of everything and I still couldn't control it. I would've-- I--"

Tears come then, hot and desperate. He wraps you in his arms and you crumble, sobbing against his shoulder. You cling to him like you're drowning and, in a way, you are.

"Oh, pet, shh," he whispers. "Whatever that thing was last night, it wasn't you. I know how it feels to lose control, to be...puppeted. I wouldn't wish it upon anyone half as good as you."

"I'm not good," you choke out. The dark urges so often feel indistinguishable from your own thoughts. You could be deluding yourself. Poor Alfira's blood is on your hands regardless, because you weren't strong enough. Last night proves you could have been. But for how long? What does the oath you swore even matter if you can't protect anyone from yourself?

"Darling, do you think a bad person would cry her eyes out over a vampire spawn? Who, I remind you again, is perfectly fine."

You look at him. He's tired. Worried. A bit hungry. Your guts twist with guilt.

You are so tired, too, and selfish as it is, you cannot do this all alone.

"I think I'm a monster," you whisper.

"Oh, please. You rescue children from harpies."

You keep that story the kid wrote for you trucked away safe in your pack. You read it when you need to remember who you've chosen to be.

"I wanted to drown that child."

The confession pulls another sob from your throat.

"But you didn't," he says. "Now, I'm right here, and I've got you. Get some rest. I'll tell the others you aren't feeling well."

"No, I can--"

"My sweet, if you go out there all teary-eyed and miserable they might think I broke your heart. We can't have that, eh?"

"If you tell them I'm ill, they'll assume you took too much blood last night."

He shrugs. "As good a lie as any. Everyone gets a little carried away from time to time."

"You don't have to lie for me at all."

You recall Gale's cold, accusing stare as he watched you scrub away Alfira's blood until your skin was raw. You imagine the fear and deep relief you would feel were Shadowheart to draw her weapon on you. She isn't one for second chances, let alone third.

"I know that, love. I want to."

[slugwan]

this isn't proofread. at all. sorry if there's mistakes lolol, there is nsfw here but i will mark where it starts this is my first "official" post on tumblr here goes nothing warnings: brief mentions of choking word count: 951

something about artist!seulgi and her supportive girlfriend irene's calm life.. i've been thinking about it often.

i think it takes a while for seulgi to really decide that art is her passion - though irene has anticipated that it would have happened all along, seulgi had an infinite love for all kinds of art. whether it be dancing, drawing, or painting, she'd look so good doing it and best of all - happy. so this is what she wanted, right? irene gets the memo, and she goes to art school.

there's some settling in to do, because irene is used to having her seulgi with her all the time, now what was a few ten minute doodles turned into days stacked on days of projects and work that irene likes seeing the final product of, but there's nothing about the process of it being made she likes. she liked having seulgi's attention on her twenty-four-seven, but it was fine. seulgi would pay more attention to her when she was done.

when they get their time together, since it's spaced out and in seldom, they take their time. seulgi sings to irene, goes on rainy day walks with her and shares the umbrella with her. her shoulder gets wet, the umbrella isn't big enough, but it's fine because it's with irene. there's the occasional date to karaoke, which is seulgi's favorite because she loves watching her lover show off that pretty voice of hers. irene's favorite dates are to dinner. she knows seulgi doesn't eat much, always putting her art and irene first over her health and sleep, so having a way to make sure that she's eating is reassuring. it's also a bonus to listen to her laugh, to have seulgi's phone under her nose because, "look at this, it's so cool, isn't it?"

// nsfw

the sex is still good too. irene needs reassurance, and seulgi is there to reassure when the time lets for it. long, warm nights in bed are usually transformed into talks of "do you know how much i love you?" to hours of kissing. it usually ends there, because both of them are tired by then, but sometimes they feel like doing something extra.

the sex isn't carnal fucking anymore, compared to how they used to, they savor every moment of it. irene usually tops, though seulgi doesn't particularly like to admit it, but sometimes when in need of reassurance all her hyun needs is a good fuck.

so she provides.

seulgi likes to tease, fingers just barely circling over her lover's tiny clit as she whispers sweet nothings to her. irene is impatient, not because she wants it to be over but because she doesn't like being teased, she wants seulgi on her now. her lover understands with a dainty hand pushing her head downward, and then moans fill the room. typically, joohyun isn't vocal, but it's been such a long time and her needs pent up over time. she tries not to mess with seulgi's head between her thighs, suddenly she's so sensitive from her girlfriend's hair on her thighs and she just can't help but to roll her hips and to cry that she loves seulgi, that seulgi is so good to her. seulgi edges irene out of a want for it to not end, until she's crying from oversensitivity and dripping so much that seulgi can't lap it up anymore.

when she cums, irene tries to change the position so seulgi is on the bottom but she refuses, saying that the night was about her - and that's when irene notices the sex feels different. it doesn't feel like a quick one-and-done type of deal where you make each other feel good, it feels more like an act of love. and that's what makes irene cry even more, the feeling of overwhelming emotion.

if seulgi is gentle, like a warm summer, then irene is a harsh winter.

seulgi likes the feeling of submitting completely, and irene likes some responsibility. she likes being choked sometimes. when irene's hands control something as important as her life, it's somehow liberating. she is quick to cum, but irene knows seulgi has stamina and often times abuses the fact, tying seulgi up in navy blue silken ropes (because her lover can have only the best) and forcing orgasm after orgasm out of her, until seulgi begs her to stop because it feels too good. when nights run actionless and irene feels the need to, there's the occasional quickie while seulgi paints where she's just so needy, wandering into her lover's art room to undo her pants.

through questions of "hyunnie, what are you doing?" to pleas of "please, please make me feel good," with legs wide open, welcoming irene's lips and fingers she doesn't fail to please. seulgi likes the element of surprise, too, when her projects reach a plateau of improvement her mind wanders to situations like this.

she likes it. wants it, even.

irene is rough with her lover, leaving marks of possession all over seulgi's neck so that everyone that goes to her university knows that the pretty girl who majors in art belongs to someone, even though seulgi wouldn't cheat ever. among rough bites and wanton sucks, there's little kisses peppered all over whatever exposed flesh to show seulgi just how much she's loved. by the end of what irene calls foreplay, seulgi is so sensitive she only lasts a minute or two with irene's fingers and all she can say is "thank you," and "i love you."

it's good enough for irene. maybe art school wasn't so bad - admittedly, she was hesitant at the start of it all but it really isn't the worst thing in the world.

[makalruja]

was the ending of GO2.....frustrating?

ok, so. i just finished watching gomens with my mom and she commented on how she was feeling a bit frustrated that gabriel and beelzebub got to be together after ONE EPISODE of flashbacks while aziracrow did not. she said that took away part of the magic for her because their situation was no longer "exclusive". and that got me thinking...

yes, i love gab and beelz, they're super cute and all. but. it's true, isn`t it? it is frustrating.

azira and crowley have spent 6000 years living in fear of their head offices finding out they even knew each other. while in just a few meetings gabriel and beelzebub not only got to know each other but FALL IN LOVE!! AND THINK OF RUNNING AWAY TOGETHER!!!

it IS frustrating!!!! and that's the whole point!!!!

unlike aziracrow, gab and beelz have basically NOTHING holding them back. gabriel is The Freaking Supreme Archangel and beelz is the PRINCE of hell. who's gonna stop them? God? Satan? they surely got better things to worry about.

but that's different for aziracrow. they're not the ones in charge. they do not make the rules. they can, and will be, be punished.

and that leaves me thinking about how important this perspective is when analyzing their respective choices in the ending.

crowley looks at gab/beelz and thinks: "if they can. we can." if they, some of the most important beings in charge of heaven and hell, are free to just run away and be with each other, why couldn't he and aziraphale? the system is already broken, let's run away from it.

while what aziraphale thinks is: "if we were like them. we could do that too." if THEY were in the same privileged position as gab/beelz, they would be free to make their own choices without being afraid of any possible punishments. the system is flawed, so let's fix it.

so, when the metatron comes in with a MIRACULOUS offer, that the two of them could occupy the place of power that was once gabriel's and have the status necessary in order to be together without fearing for their existences, of course, he'll take it.

plus, they'd be working in heaven, which is the only option for aziraphale when it comes to "sides" ("it's the side of light. of truth. of good.") he clearly still hasn't gotten over it.

aziraphale thinks that the only way they can be together is by being the ones making the rules. if they're in charge, no one can punish them. (plus, they'd be "doing good" and blablabla)

the thing is, this doesn't work for crowley because he wants to live with aziraphale in the world. (that's what they toasted for, wasn't it? why would he want anything else?!) both of them already know, and have known for a while, that they care for each other, that they trust each other, that they need each other. those aren't news. what aziraphale does not understand (or chooses to not acknowledge) is how that, as it is, is not enough for crowley anymore.

that demon has spent so much time on earth he's "gone native". he drinks. he rides a car. he TALKS TO HIS PLANTS (is there anything more human than that???!)

he cries because he thinks his only friend is dead.

if he chose to go to heaven with aziraphale, they'd be in a higher plane of existence. no bookshop, no wine, no carnal pleasures. so what's even the point??? (plus they'd keep being a part of a screwed up system neither of them really agree with anyway.) and now they have gab/beelz as an excuse to actually be with one another, no one would stop them.

the kiss is his way of trying to show aziraphale what they WON'T have if they go to heaven. how it is not worth it. "you can't leave this bookshop." you can't leave me. why would he want to do that, anyway? when it's so clear that heaven is as bad as hell in many, many ways. the problem is...that's not as clear for aziraphale as it is for crowley. they want the same thing, but want to get there through opposite ways. because, unlike gab/beelz, who were not affected by millenia of fear and inhibition, they're just doing what they've learned to do best: cancel each other.

so, yes. it feels unfair. because it is. until that point they had never been in a fortunate enough position to truly be together. and now that they finally do, they fail to see the opportunity with the same eyes. but i mean i guess that's what 6.000 years of pining would do to any supernatural being :/ good thing gabriel and beelzebub didn't have to go through that. good for them.

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(quick reminder that this is only a personal analysis of the ending of s2 based on my own understanding of the characters and i have no intention of imposing this as "correct" or anything like that :D)

(also sorry for any writing mistakes i might have commited, english is not my first language ehe)

[paigenoelchas-blog]

Feels Like Home

part 24

TW: innuendo and some language.

I lay on the couch, her in my arms, practically on top of me. We are so intertwined, I can not tell where she ends and I begin. I would have it no other way. Nothing happened in our early afternoon. We have enjoyed spending time together and flirting, but I am waiting until tonight and the surprise I have set up for us to do anything more, but we have lost track of time.

She is asleep, her snoring makes this evident. How I love that snore. It means that she trusts me. It means she is comfortable in my arms. I want a lifetime of these sweet moments, dancing in the rain, sitting by the fire. I want days of eating grilled cheese sandwiches while holding hands and watching her punch monsters in the face. I also want to know her in all of the carnal ways that one does. I need her badly, in the most intimate of ways. That is why, in the warmth of her apartment, with her in my arms, she had fallen asleep and I had forgotten all about the constructs of time as I let my mind wander to her and to our love.

The truth is, I don't want our first time to be a trivial matter, it can't be. I love her too much, our love is too important for me. I have avoided being alone with Mahri for the last couple of weeks until we can make our first time together special. I know if I am with her alone for any length of time that I wouldn't be able to resist her charms. Dan had been helping me with a project and I hoped that it would help make the night stay in our memories for many years to come.

"Shoot," Mahri suddenly sits up from the couch that we had been resting on. I suppose she had fallen asleep and I was so deep in thought, I didn't know the time. Quite frankly, time slipped by whenever she was in my arms.

"We are late. I just got a text from Jessy."

At that moment I get a text from Betty.

Betty: It is freezing out here, and there is no sign of you two. Put some clothes on, climb out of bed, and come join us.

"Oh no," Mahri curses under her breath. Jessy is worried about us. How long have we been asleep?"

It had been two hours. It felt like 20 minutes.

I type a quick response to Betty.

Jake: My clothes are on, thank you very much. We will be there in ten minutes. Find something to warm you up. Besides Phil.

We quickly hop in the car and drive to the Christmas Tree Farm, just outside of town. It is small but quaint. A few shops line the outskirts and trucks drive through the mountains dropping off people up the mountain where they can cut their own trees. Families are everywhere. When we get there, we find the four waiting with hot cocoas in hand, holding them out for us. Mahri eagerly grabs hers.

"Thanks for showing up," Dan teases. Jessy smiles. They had been arm in arm when we drove up. I am so excited to see where they end up.

Phil smirks, "I don't even want to know what you two were up to."

Betty interlocks his arm "You know what they were up to. Do you really want the details?"

Phil shakes his head, "Nope, not at all."

Mahri blushes. "I don't know what you all think, but we fell asleep."

"We have all been late before, but not all for innocent reasons." I look directly at Phil and Betty. I am not mad, in fact, I expected the teasing and we did kind of deserve it. I don't want Mahri to be embarrassed anymore. "Should we get on to this tree business?"

Mahri kissed me on the cheek as Dan handed me a saw.

"Yes, let's go," Jessy says, hugging Mahri.

Betty walks up to the ladies, "I am just excited to see those men of ours do some outdoor manly things. They are getting too soft. Besides, it gives my imagination something to work on later tonight." The girls continue to talk and laugh. I love seeing the three of them together. It is the best of both of our worlds. The admiration that they share is admirable and heartwarming. I never thought my best friend would have girls that were so close to her.

Dan throws his arm around my shoulder. "Is everything ready for tonight, man?"

"Yes," I respond, "thanks to you.

"I hope it goes well, but I am not going to ask about the details if you don't mind."

I chuckle. "I wasn't planning on sharing them, so..." I laugh.

Phil walks up to us, "Do you both have gifts for your women yet?"

Dan nods, "Yes and I had it weeks ago, Wait, you don't have yours yet? Dude, you're screwed."

Phil nods, " I know... Jake, I need you're advice, buddy."

"No worries. I have plenty of ideas. We can talk, " I respond and Phil's shoulder raises. Hope in his walk.

"Thanks, man. I will owe you one."

"No, you won't. That's what friends do." It is when I realize that Phil and I have become that. I am proud of the things we have worked through to be in this place.

The six of us walk into the woods to find the perfect tree. Jessy and Dan find theirs right away, the two are at the point where they have known each other for so long, decisions like these didn't have to be discussed. Once finding the tree, they had to go. I was sad to see them leave. Jessy was fun and Dan has become a true friend.

Betty and Mahri are more selective when it comes to picking out trees.

I had the hardest job. The cabin's ceiling was tall, 10 feet or so. That means dragging out the tallest tree after waiting for Mahri to pick out the world's most perfect tree. I don't care. I would do anything to make this happen for her. I want the cabin to be warm and inviting, I want to feel at home there. If it is something I can do to make her happy, I will do it. Besides, if I get to prove that I can be "manly" as Betty calls it, then even better. I am hoping to cash in on that image soon.

MC'sPOV:

Jessy and Dan picked out their tree quickly and went to pay. It was a shame, I thought. I missed their presence, but Betty and Phil were still debating a tree. It was great to see how the two of them worked together. The tree was for the bar. Phil wanted a "sensible" tree. Betty thought a tree should make a statement. Phil could care less about any of it, but it made her happy so he was invested. They argued, but really, they were flirting, unashamed. He cared for her when no one was watching. He made sure that her every need was met and she made sure that she always challenged him and helped him be a better person. She did that for all of us really.

He was showing off. Betty had picked out a tree. It was a stunner Douglass Fir, perfect from all angles. He wore his tightest shirt today. Using that saw showed off his muscles and he knew it. I could practically see Betty drooling. Phil knew what he was doing, flexing his muscles and turning at just the right angle to accentuate all of his strengths. He was such a flirt and she soaked it all in.

I couldn't help but chuckle. "Betty," I whisper in her ear, "you might want to harbor some of those feelings until you get home. You are behaving like a schoolgirl."

"He is gorgeous, " she responds, "... and I don't care who knows that I think so. I want them to know that he is mine."

Jake snorts out loud and Betty glares at him, then winks and says, "Don't pretend you haven't been staring at Mahri's ass all day and dreaming about what you are going to do to her when the doors are shut."

This time, I chuckled and Jake blushed.

"It's ok, Baby". I lean in and whisper huskily in his ear, "I have those thoughts running through my head all day as well. I haven't even watched you cut down our tree yet." He reaches down and grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers.

I smile at the thought of our tree, at our cabin, of our life together.

"Mahri, Have you found a tree that you like? Anything even close?" Jake asks as he wraps his arm around me from behind.

I had just looked up and stopped at a tree that I could imagine staring at for the next couple of weeks. I imagine us opening presents, sharing time together, and basking in the twinkling lights.

"This is the one," I say and I watch him cut the tree down. He picks up the heavy end as I pick up the light one. I thought about how right Betty is. There is not a more attractive sight in the world than Jake at this moment. His arms are tight in his shirt and I can see his back muscles flexing and releasing even through the flannel. I can't take my eyes off him. I still can't fathom how a hacker could have such an incredible body and sweet spirit in addition to his amazing mind.

I can't wait until we get home so I can show him all of my appreciation. After we decorate the tree of course. It won't get done if we don't do it first. I have to remember that.

We all pay and load up to the car, giving hugs and saying goodbye. We agree to have a game night later in the week. I shake my head when I think of how domestic we have all become. I hope we can always share this much happiness. I love these moments.

As he opens the door, I watch him walk around the front thinking about the change my life has taken in the last month. I wouldn't change a thing. I loved being with this handsome, kind man who makes me feel like a prize, all I want is to live life with him and make him feel the same way.

Jake's POV

The second that I am in the car, she climbs in my lap. It could have never been done in my sports car. I had to borrow Thomas' truck to bring the tree home. Now I was seeing the advantage of such a vehicle.

She wraps her legs over my legs and engages my mouth with hers. She is groping and grabbing, filling me with longing. I return the groping and grabbing, kissing her with all of the passion that I can muster. My hands are under her shirt, playing with the lace of her bra, hers are under mine too, running her hand along the waistband of my pants.

I am not going to be able to control myself much longer. I want desperately to continue this, but I have to remember my promise to make this moment between us special. I put my hand on her hips and begin to slow the speed of the kisses, though I am reluctant to do so.

"Baby," I say, trying to calm her down. She doesn't slow down. I can't stop kissing her, almost picking back up the pace, but then I remember.

"Baby," My voice is regaining its strength, "Love...let's not do this here. You are far too precious for me to take you here, in a borrowed truck. It is more comfortable at home and we have our tree to decorate... "

She stops the kiss reluctantly. She is out of breath. I don't let go of her right away and she stays on my lap and lays her head against mine. "I am sorry, " She begins.

"Never be sorry for that," I say, placing my hand under her chin, and making her look into my eyes. "Never," I smile. "I don't want this first moment between us to be this way." I kiss her forehead and each of her cheeks.

Her expression is sweet and loving, with a little lust left in her eyes. "I just saw you doing all of the manly work and thinking about how gorgeous you are and how lovely you are and how we are going to our cabin to decorate our tree and I couldn't resist. I thought about a life of these shared moments."

I tap her hip signaling her to get off. I know my body will miss hers the second she moves. A smile makes its way across my face. "I love that you call it our cabin and our tree and that you think about a life that we share."

"Is it not our cabin, our tree?"

It absolutely is ours. You just don't usually refer to it that way, I love that "our" life isn't as scary to you as it once was."

She climbs off, slowly brushing her lips against mine as she moves past. I will make her pay for that later.

"I decided that I am not afraid anymore. I love you and I want to be with you. Nothing will change that. What is there left to be afraid of?"

She scoots next to me in the middle of the truck. This is another reason that I now see the need for this type of vehicle. Her hand rests on my thigh, her head on my shoulder. "Mahri, I love you so much and tonight I plan on showing you how much. I want you to remember this night for a very long time.

She smiles and sighs. "Let's go to our cabin and I can show you how much I love you. I guarantee that you will remember tonight for a very long time."

"We have to get the tree...." she interrupts me by kissing my hand. She takes my fingers and begins sucking. The truck swerves a bit.

"You are going to get us killed, woman." I say.

She looks proud of herself. "Come to think of it, I think the tree can wait until tomorrow," She starts, "I am not sure that I can. How fast can this thing get us home?"

I look at her and see the future as I step heavier on the gas pedal. I can't stop smiling.

[gctchell]

@arachnaemboss asked: i for carmilla, r for lilith!

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡����𝐛𝐞𝐭 // 𝖆𝖈𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

If romance is part of the session? God, Carmilla is very intimate. There are no bars here, everything is laid bare and she is giving into it completely and utterly with no restraint - there's no reason to hold back anymore. She is giving her partner everything. This is an act of love and it is an act of devotion, and she's come to commune.

The kissing, it barely stops. She keeps her lover locked in, she can't get enough of them and is kissing them breathless. Carmilla loves kissing, she loves it, she loves it, she loves it, and she can do it for hours with the one she loves. Time can easily slip away, and foreplay honestly lasts quite a while unless her partner is taking the initiative to keep the ball rolling - she is much too enchanted with them and their lips, their taste, their breath and the exchange to focus on much else.

When she is not keeping her partner lip locked, she is buried into their neck and leaving her mark in their place. In casual intimacy, this is not something she does - she's not above biting of course, but leaving love marks is not something for the casual fling, it's reserved for this. She leaves her mark all over the neck, all over the shoulders and the clavicle. She can bite hard, but they need to let her know that - if they agree, her teeth are in their skin and might be drawing blood if that is part of their love practice.

Holding hands is something very common with their sex, at least one hand is being held with the finger entwined. It's a tight hold, and when the intensity starts to build, it's deliciously shaky, but she doesn't let go as she trembles.

She is speaking in such a husky voice to them, telling them how precious they are and that she loves and adores them, and that her heart and body belongs to them. She mixes in a little dirty talk too, saying that she has never felt herself become so soaked until this moment - they're playing he body like a ballad.

Lovemaking honestly is the way she gets off the hardest - romance involved just does it for her. She can go for hours just entangled with her partner, slow and deep, rough and steady, cowgirling and holding hands, but she cums harder when in love than when in casual. Romance is her thing.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Lilith is completely open to experimenting, so long as it is done without crossing their personal boundaries (actions that would make them uncomfortable, such as bringing in another party. she is monogamous and not open to things like swinging, having someone watch them, etc. risky public sex with the potential of being discovered is not included). She's open to taking risks so long as they're both on board for it. She only need hear the suggestion, and it's very rare that she'll turn down the opportunity to explore it.

Pushing bloodplay is something that is experimental risk, and she finds that she enjoys it a lot. Feeding her blood to her lover and watching them feel her power run through their veins, boosting them, driving them insane with sexuality and carnal need from the thriving, living succubus in the state of sex.. wonderful.

[abyssalcreator21]

Pandemic Thoughts # 169

Vernalyn and I are growing with our relationship as a couple during these last weeks. We had matured in our daily conversations, and also we became much more open with each other. I am grateful that in my experiences of longing and waiting for someone with whom I can be honest and have a meaningful relationship, I have seen myself getting fonder of my girlfriend. I find myself caring for her more, fulfilling her need for words of affirmation, and constantly reminding her how much I genuinely enjoy our bond as a couple. As per my struggles in controlling my lust, I am in the phase where I can handle it well. I don't find myself being cornered anymore to enjoy temporary pleasures because I am happy with my quality time with my girlfriend. Even though there are times when I feel guilty about whatever I have done in the past, knowing that she accepts me and sees the better in me is enough reason why I should outgrow my carnal desires. Every day, as I get to know my girlfriend better, I can quickly tell if she has experienced also struggles within herself; it is like even though I am not there physically, I know right away that she is not okay, and I respect her space even though I want to know what she has gone through. But although I am his partner, there are also these private matters in her life that I shouldn't pry on too much; what I can do is be with her and offer emotional support. I adore her so much because she is just damn cute when she is on her softer and childlike side. I'm glad I could make her laugh and feel I am not that far away from her. On my side, I don't want to lose her either. I can't imagine myself breaking up with her because I had felt this unbreakable bond we developed over the years of our relationship. If we tend to evolve our relationship to a much more mature one, I hope we can adjust to these changes. But I know in myself and her side that we both don't want to lose each other.