#i just want a purple dick for gender purposes!!

[mangosmoothiepussyv3]

ysee i always wanted to own a strap on harness bcus sometimes i like the thought of having a dick. for like, gender reasons

but i know if i ever post a picture on here without a disclaimer, ill have people begging me to peg them even tho topping makes me viscerally uncomfortable

big sigh

[beneathashadytree]

We need double fish dick sizes /j

And you shall get them nonnie!! I hadn’t thought of them before, but when you sent in this ask I sat down and brainstormed for a hot minute, so here come the headcanons I have about Rafayel’s Lemurian form‼️ NSFW ahead, obviously, monsterfucking tropes (literally nothing is realistic here), and reader is gender-neutral!

To anyone else reading this, my requests are still closed!! These are just my ramblings, or old requests I had🫶🏽

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Now, Rafayel’s Lemurian form has an entirely different lower half, obviously, so it does make sense that finer details of his anatomy change too

I would say that he has two… appendages, not cocks per se, and I’ll explain this in a minute

What does resemble a human cock, is really nothing short of absolutely pleasurably torturous, and would be quite literally physically impossible for a normal human to take

10 inches in length, and that’s just me trying to censor things a little… so yes, no one can take him to the hilt (let’s be —ironically—realistic, people)

Girth is pretty complicated, and here’s why:

He’s got a really wide, flared base, but it’s rather thin there, and then he grows narrow in width until his tip

After the flared base, he’s actually got a rounder circumference, so while the base feels more of a stretch, his actual length is what makes them feel so full once he’s buried inside them

Rafayel’s cock has a delicious upward curve near his tip, and it’s made all the better by the slightly angular curves to the mushroom-head

Bonus points for the thick vein that runs along the underside! It’s almost ridge-like, and pairs perfectly with the slight ridges along the sides

I’m a firm believer in the fact that everything related to Rafayel is insanely pretty, so yes, even his Lemurian cock is bathed in gorgeous shades of deep purple, lavender, and a sweet bubblegum pink that flushes a deeper fuschia when he’s past his breaking point of arousal

Now that we’ve gotten his Lemurian cock out of the way, let’s talk about his second—but no less pleasurable—“member” so to speak

I imagine that he hides both under a well-hidden flap along his tail’s midline, right where his human crotch would be, so once that’s pulled back and his cock coaxed into full hardness, you can find his second tentacle-like cock underneath it

It’s thin, even more so than his human cock, is roughly 12 inches long (not very practical, but nothing about his devastatingly beautiful Lemurian form is) and a lot more flexible than you would think—which is good for its two uses

The first is prepping his beloved to take him, which is definitely no easy feat for anyone

He produces a lot of water-resistant slick there, which can help lubricate them easily in order to make the slide more comfortable for them, but it has the side effect of acting almost as an aphrodisiac, which (if in someone whose body can’t take that) may lead to it being too draining to keep up with him and their combined insanely high libidos at the moment

The second—which ties to the first—is that it makes it easier to curl inside his lover and reach their most pleasurable sweet spot, causing them to naturally gush around him and pull orgasm after orgasm before he could even attempt to slip inside their warmth

Again, Rafayel’s Lemurian form is dictated by his biology more often than not, so it’s no surprise that his cum is thicker (to avoid being washed away) and comes out in copious amounts, all for breeding purposes

The Lemurian race was dying out long before they were threatened by external factors and such, so procreation was a very important part of their mating rituals

You can toss that aside though, because it’s purely biological and will only be determined by whether or not his partner can and/or would want something like that; for Rafayel now it’s simply an instinct to be closer and rut deeper into them, so much so that they can’t tell where he ends and they begin

His cum looks quite pearlescent and actually pretty breathtaking, oddly enough; I truly believe it glimmers a little, especially if you look at it under the moonlight and catch the almost gem-like shimmers in its stickiness

Fair warning, it’s quite salty in terms of taste (though not hazardous in composition; he’s all about safety first you know!) and may be a little too much the first time his lover tries to swallow his release down

But that’s nothing a few kitten licks at his pulsating tip won’t acclimate them to, even if it does earn a strangled, breathy moan from him and him shooting his second load of the night on their tongue 🫶🏽

All in all, having sex or even just foreplay with Rafayel’s Lemurian form is overwhelming in the best ways possible—and definitely not for the faint-hearted!!

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➳ the shower

➳ "keep teasing, I'll bend you over right here!"

➳ "it'd be better if they watched"

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Gender of the Reader: male

Word Count: ~1k

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut/PwP

Warnings: Dirty Language + Dirty Talk; Petnames; verbal Degradation; Mentions of Daddy! Kink; Dom-Sub-Dynamic (Top! & Dom! Reader x Bottom! & Sub! Jungkook) ; anal Fingering; Mentions of Exhibitionism-Kink; Teasing; Anal Sex; Mentions of unprotected Sex; In conclusion: Jungkook is a vocal brat

A/N: I know, I know... Pride Month is almost a month over but I had a writersblock lately and this shit kept me away from writing... so I'll try now to post some more bts x male reader stories! ♡ I hope you like my newest work ;)

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You should have known that Jungkook only offered you the option of showering together to simply tease the shit out of you. He said, it would save sooo much more warm water for his other roomates up and that Seokjin would yell at him when they run out of warm water again.

You were indeed way too naïve and trustful. The thought alone that Jungkook could get possibly in trouble because of him, his boyfriend, who neither live here nor pay for anything decided already for him. You're simply a guest who sleep over from time to time and your mom made sure that you'll grow into a man with good manners. So after Jungkook explained the urgency why you should shower together, you don't have any kind of reason why you shouldn't.

Well, you definitely should know Jungkook already well enough to realize, that your boyfriend like to use some white lies here and there to get what he wants. It's still hard to believe for you how the previous Jungkook, who was so terribly shy and nervous as you started dating each other, turned out to be so mishief and sassy. As someone, who could barely exchange some small talk without any stuttering at first, he has now a more than bold tongue and loves to be a brat that tests the limits of your acceptance. Little did you know that he is a masochist who needs to get put back into 'his place', eventhough he won't admit it openly. At least until now.

A cheeky pinch into your left buttcheek got you out of your thoughts and a boyishly giggle comes from behind you. You agreed to wash each others back and of course Jungkook couldn't let the perfect opportunity of grabbing your ass pass by.

"I like your ass, Daddy~ I love to see the how your muscles twitch when I am pinching you and how you gasp in surprise and disbelief, hehe.", chuckles Jungkook and you can literally hear the bright bunny smile out of his voice. It's pretty common for him, he has on his face whenever he teases or annoys you on purpose.

While his endearing smile makes your heart melt and let Jungkook getting away with his teasing way too often, the title he just called you does something to you and Jungkook knows that. Of course he do.

Your nose flare as you take a deep breath and the annoyed eye-roll had given way for a hungry and almost predatory-like expression. Slowly you turn around to Jungkook, who's eyes grows big the moment he sees your facial expression. A harsh gulp follows as you close the space between you two and cages him with your arms, sandwiching him between your own body and the cold tiles. The steady bobs of his adams-apple make it look so incredibly seductive. Some deep purple hickeys all over his neck would suit Jungkook very well.

"Hm, Babyboy? What was that? Would you mind to explain your bratty behavior to me? Keep teasing, I'll bend you over right here. Seems like you wouldn't mind to play around with Daddy for a little bit. Well, if we're already standing here in the shower together, then we need to make the waste of water to be worth it, right?", you wisper in a raspy voice into his slightly blushing ear.

A dark, satiesfied chuckle flees over your lips as you see how his bold and bratty personality starts slowly to crumble down and how your own teasing and promising words put him into his submissive mindset. Jungkook may be a tease but with the right words and gaze you can turn him easily back into a good, well behaving sub.

"What about a quick shower fuck? Isn't that what you wanted, Kookie?"

Your boyfriend exhales shakingly, didn't even recognized that he hold his breath the last few seconds. He nibbles at his lower lip with his cute bunny theeth before he gives you his confirmation.

"Y-Yes please, Daddy. Fuck me, I need you to drill your big dick inside of me, please split my asshole open with your girthy cock-", he whines weakly. Yes, that's what you like to hear. Suddenly he is such a good boy again, it's truly fascinating.

"Turn around, Baby. Spread your legs and pull your cute, little ass cheeks apart for me."

It only takes you a short moment to reach through the small slit of the opened glass door to grab into the drawer of the nearby standing bathroom drawer and pull a bottle of lube out.

It isn't the first time you have some fun in the shower.

The sight Jungkook is giving you let a deep grunt of appreciation escape your throat and leave your hard cock salivating in precum. God, he looks way too hot in this position. Literally awaiting for your cock to get fucked mercilessly.

To be honest... Jungkook is such a slut for assplay. The way already two of your fingers slip into his soft, stretched hole without any resistance. Just a few minutes later your third finger joins in without any problems. He must playing with himself a lot when you aren't around...

Just tiny whimpers and little pants left his mouth while you fingered him but now... now, where you lined your red and angry leaking cock up to his, in exitement clenching hole and slowly filling him up... whiny and highpitched moans filling the humid air in the bathroom.

Jungkook's right cheek is pressed against the tiles, eyes rolling back into his skull whenever you pulled out almost completely just to drill your cock balls deep back into him. To hear how the skin of your hips meets his bubble butt and create such obscene slapping noises clouds Jungkook's mind. He tries desperately to lift his trembling hand to his mouth to muffle his greedy moans, he would be mortified if his roommates call him out about being way too vocal once again.

Unfortunately his intention doesn't fit the plans you have for him. He teased you on purpose, very well aware that all of his roommates are at home today. He is the one who loves the thrill of getting caught doing something nasty. He is the one who jerked you off at the movie theater. So you don't have the need to cover up what you're doing.

You let Jungkook's hips go for a minute, just to grab both of his wrists and move his arms behind his back, holding them in place with one hand while the other one moves back to it's previous place at his hip.

"It'd be better if they watched. Just imagine how the bathroom door would open and they would stand there, watching us. Then they'd see how well I am fucking and wrecking this little ass of yours. What a good little fucktoy you are, taking my fat cock so well in your tiny asshole. Just think about how our nasty, shameless act turn them on to that point where they couldn't control themself anymore and start to jerk off to us. You would like that, yeah? I know what a dirty little boy you are. So let them hear what a greedy, filthy fuckdoll you are. Come, don't be shy. Be louder. Even more louder, Baby..."

[epic-sorcerer]

Queer imagery in BBC Merlin

Content warning: kink/fetish, fisting in particular but I show I big image containing a long list of different kinks, homophobia, dom/sub dynamics, sex

Merlin is shown wearing a purple tunic in s4, despite the fact he is a servant and purple(especially with such saturation) was extremely expensive bc purple dye was so hard to make. Gwen also has a light purple dress(or maybe 2? It’s hard to tell). Even though it’s definitely lighter than Merlins tunic, it’s still expensive.

it was illegal for peasants to wear expensive fabrics because of the Sumptuary Law. Basically it makes sure that lower class people are not fashionable. However, BBC Merlin doesn’t seam to care about that law, considering Merlins other bright clothing so take this was a grain of salt.

Basically what I’m trying to say is that there’s no way they could have gotten their hands on these clothes without the help of nobles. Gwen might have, because she works with clothing and could have easily mixed blue and red dye together. Merlin probably not have because he’s never shown to be particularly materialistic or interested much in fashion, despite his bright clothes. Bright Purple would have been much, much harder to get.

It makes the most sense for Merlin and possibly Gwen too to have been gifted such expensive clothing by a noble for being a good servant. I’d imagine Arthur would be the one to give Merlin the tunic and morgana the dresses.

Why does this matter? Lavender(and also purple in general) was considered a queer color starting in the 19th century. Queer men especially were said to possess a “streak of lavender” and a serge of homophobia at the time was often referred to as the “Lavender Scare.” Purple and lavender is still used now to symbolize queerness.

Since Merlin is a modern interpretation of Arthurian myths, it would be perfectly plausible that this symbol was on purpose. Merlin/Arthur and Gwen/Morgana are both extremely popular ships and they are both shown to have a very deep form of trust(Gwen/Morgana being at the beginning of the show). Arthur and Morgana gifting Merlin and Gwen purple clothing could be show them they accept their queerness and/or signaling their own queer attraction to them.

Now, this next symbolism concerns only Merlin/Arthur.

Merlin is shown to have three neckerchiefs.

Navy blue, red, and light grey. Why does this matter? Well, let’s take a look at something called the handkerchief code, also known as the hanky code or “flagging.”

This code has its origins all the way back in time during the Wild West in the USA, but got more popular during the late 20th century in USA and UK gay bars. This code was used mainly by queer men and some nonbinary people to signal to other queers what they wanted sexually. While typically worn in people’s back pockets, a handkerchief could also be worn around one’s neck to show they are a versatile and experienced.

According to this code, Merlin is into;

Red: fisting and getting fisted. This color was hard to get an exact shade from, but the second best option was dark red for double fisting which is honestly so similar I’m not sure if it really matters much.

Light grey: stone topping and getting fucked by a stone top

Navy blue: fucking and being fucked anally

For any one wanting to make their own interpretations of Merlins neckerchief colors(the lighting makes it hard to tell the exact ones) have a look at this handy chart

Not only that, but Arthur is seen wearing a favour on his left arm in s3 ep 4.

What’s a favour? It’s a fabric strip of affection commonly given by maidens to knights before a tournament as a symbol of good luck. It’s often a very important scarf, hankcerchlif , towel, really any bit of cloth that can be tied around someone’s arm. This is also a popular trope in historical media for a female love interest to give a favour to a male one to show chemistry between them.

Regardless of your stance on Merlins gender identity, you have to admit how commonly Merlin is shown to be gender nonconforming(GNC) or otherwise be associated with “womanly” qualities. Especially in a society so heteronormative, the only “pure” option for a knight receiving a romantic gesture would have it be from a woman. If the token was from a queer man, it would also out the noble and cause lots of horrific chaos and destroy both of their reputations.

Even if it was common for women to give knights favours, queer men still existed and with that came romantic gestures—this time hopefully more secret.

Even though the favour on Arthur’s arm doesn’t look exactly like Merlin’s neckerchief, Merlin was the only person to speak with him while preparing for the tournament. Also, the original theorist who I linked in my sources also pointed out that Merlins neckerchief looks lopsided. Almost like Merlin tore off a bit of it and hastily tied it back on.

Although this theory is definitely flawed, it doesn’t matter. Arthur is still wearing a red handkerchief on his left arm. But what does that tell us exactly?

Regardless of wether or not it was Merlin’s, the red is the same shade and also implies Arthur is also into fisting. What about the placement? Sicne it’s on his left, it shows that he is a top/dom, meaning that he prefers to be the one fisting. Since it is worn around his upper arm, it shows that he is simply into the fetish, compared to what other placements mean. In another source, it shows taht upper arm means switch, but because Arthur is wearing it on his left it wouldn’t really make sense for him to signal being a “top-switch” compared to being a top and having the fetish in general.

If you look closely, you can see a different colored stripe on the favour. It’s hard to tell exactly what the color is, it could be yellow, gold, orange, etc. because the color is so dubious, I’ll just leave y’all with a list of color meanings that may apply to Arthur’s favour.

YELLOW: pisser/watersports kink

YELLOW, Pale: spitter/spit kink

MUSTARD: Has 8+ inch dick

GOLD: two looking for one

ORANGE: anything anytime

Also, it’s important to bring up what many in thsi fandom refer to as the “fisting scene.” Where Arthur threatens Merlin by showing him his gloved fist and pulling a bit at the glove.

In the blooper, you can see Merlin’s actor(Colin Morgan) breaking character and giggling as Arthur shows him his fist. Many in the fandom agree that this was a clear innuendo for fisting, and it is very well possible.

Merlin is shown hitting Arthur and saying he was just doing some horse play, but still indirectly convincing Arthur that he needs to teach Merlin a lesson. This is actually a common act in BDSM sex, where the submissive person purposely angers the dominant into punishing them in a way that somehow involves sex or fetish play.

If you look closely, you can see Merlin is wearing at kinky red fisting handkerchief, showing Merlin is perfectly capable of being a submissive fistee. Also, the hanky code also includes other symbols such as latex or rubber gloves that, surprise surprise, also mean fisting. Although it’s more likely Arthur’s gloves where made of leather, it can still further be interpreted as a fisting symbol if you want. Either way, Arthur’s favour still holds water as he is undoubtedly the dom in this situation.

Also, Merlin is very impulsive and a madlad. Tell me he wouldn’t wear his secret fetish symbols infrount of stuck up, Roman Catholics who are none the wiser. He’d probably think it’s hilarious which is probably why he wears them almost everyday. Merlin loves playfully misbehaving(and is also a brat sometimes) so it makes sense for him to have some dangerous fun.

Now, you may be asking. Why does this matter? At the end of the day, it probably wasn’t intentional. Well, there is alwyas room for doupt BUT I do have some ferther proof. One of the co writers of BBC Merlin—Johnny Capps—actually won a Stone Wall Award. You know, an award named after a core part of queer culture?

The award’s website and Wikipedia page say they give the award for art that describes the LGBT experience well. While I am unsure why or what Capps made to be nominated, it still shows he is very much in touch with queer culture. Capp himself even said at an interview about Merlin, “... in the end, deep, deep down it’s about sexuality and things you just can’t tackle head-on.”

Well, what says more about sexuality than the main characters fist fucking each other? That’s a lot of sexuality. While I am unsure of Capp’s age, he does look to be about middle age and it would make sense for him to know about a code popularized in a 70s to 90s. Especially for someone who has made multiple queer oriented stories in his life time.

Sources:

Why is purple considered the color of royalty?

Sumptuary law

How lavender became a symbol of LGBTQ resistance

How Lavender Became a Symbol of LGBTQ Resistance(part 2)

flagging opinicus rampant

Handkerchief code

DO YOU KNOW THE HANKY CODE?

Picspam: The Red Favour (Proof of Arthur Wearing Merlin's Favour in 3x04)

Five medieval love tokens

The Lady's Favour

Hanky codes

Nominees for Stonewall Awards announced

Merlin series 5 spoiler-free launch report

Pls reblog I spent hours on this /np 😭👊

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a two player game | obey me | leviathan

title | a two player game fandom | obey me! character | leviathan genre | smut, mild comedy? (situational)  warnings | includes sexual activities kinks | tentacles, bondage, suspension, sensory deprivation intended gender audience | female pov | second word count | 2869 words (haha, 69)  written by | @mythiica requested by | @jennacat84​ other comments | i return, and ofc it’s with smut. this turned out pretty well! there’s more banter than usual and i had a grand time writing it

“And what are you doing with this game~?” 

It’s an innocent enough question until Leviathan tips his head back to glance at the game in question. 

“How did you sneak hentai into the House of Lamentation? I would have expected Lucifer to have some anti-porn devil dog to confiscate these types of things.” Your fingers are perfectly curled over the main character’s lewd expression as she’s ravaged by… tentacles. 

“Uh–” 

You smile slyly and drape your arms over his shoulders as the blush settles across his cheeks. 

“I got it as part of a promotion. People pay me to review games, y’know.” It’s the best excuse he can give really, but he is at fault for not hiding it better. “Now give it here so I can put it inside of my desk. If Mammon finds this, I’ll hear about it for the next century.” Leviathan paws at the box, but you hold it just out of reach. 

“You haven’t opened it.” “It’s a two player game.” “You plus me equals two.”

Leviathan laughs a bit and scratches the back of his neck. “Very perceptive. You don’t even know what the game is about.” 

“Play as Haru or control the tentacle monster that has her locked up in its underwater dungeon. Win the game by resisting the orgasms or by bringing the second player to their knees,” you read from the back of the case. “Sounds easy enough. Wouldn’t it be funny if you were getting pegged by tentacles though, and I was the one to control them?” 

Levi finally manages to swipe the game from your hand and sets it down on a stack of papers. “You’re into that? I think we skipped over that in last week’s kink-meeting.” The demon laughs at his own joke. (There had not, in fact, been a kink meet between the two of you, but it makes you giggle as well.)

“You never asked! I’d be down to try it with you.” 

His nose brushes against yours gently and his hand finds yours. As Levi’s fingers lace with yours, you reach for the box with your opposite hand, click it open, ignore the surprised hey! and hold on tight so that the game absorbs the two of you. 

Maybe you jinxed it when you teased Levi about getting pegged, because now you’re the one bound and half suspended in the air. When you try to move your wrist, the kelp-like ties around your wrist only grow tighter. “Kinky,” you mutter under your breath. 

There’s a loud crashing sound outside of your cell, but it is quickly followed by Levi’s familiar voice. He looks damn good as a merperson: dark purple hair floats just above his shoulders, an iridescent tail, and of course (likely the best scene of them all) his more-than-usual pronounced abdominal muscles flecked with purple scales. 

“Finally! I found you– I’ve been going through this maze for ages, just looking for you.” 

“Did you miss the sign that says ‘human sex prisoner here’? Maybe turn the neon lights on.” 

This earns a laugh from Leviathan before he leans against a pillar. “You look good,” he comments, checking you out in the same manner you had. When your face turns into a quizzical frown, Levi fetches one of the mirrors on the other side of the room. Upon holding it up, you realize he’s not entirely wrong. You are sporting a half ripped bikini top (calling it meager would be generous) and a sheer skirt that hangs from your hips. 

“Are we underwater?” 

“Technically, yes– at least according to the game we’re meant to be. Don’t question things too much, this game is still in its beta stages.” He pushes his bangs back and fusses with one of his gold rings. 

“Oh, I see.” You continue to hang in place. “...What now?” 

Leviathan lifts a hand. “Well… you read the instructions. Either you cum and I win, or you hold out and win.” 

It takes a moment before you hear similar crashing noises. Swallowing hard, you turn your head back and see shadows darting around in the shadows. Finally, they emerge into the light: tentacles. They’re not attached to anything in particular. In fact, you can’t tell where they have come from, but your attention is quickly pulled back towards Levi. 

He grasps your chin with one hand and smiles almost devilishly. “Y’know, I was going to be nice, but you were so cocky that I think I’ll just edge you and make you cum.” Levi has the ability to control these tentacles, and suddenly, you’re being held in place by said appendages rather than the kelp bindings. 

“So, what, you’re going to take meme with your fancy new toys?” 

One of the limbs climbs up your right leg, pulling your thighs apart. It doesn’t feel sticky in particular, but you can’t help but yelp at the sharp sensation of cold air hitting your now semi-exposed cunt. You yelp meekly and try to keep your legs closed, but there is no way you can overpower the tentacles. 

Levi makes his way over to you and brushes his fingers over your collarbone. “Hm.. I think I will. This will be entertaining, no?” He lowers his head slightly to press a kiss to your lips. “Tell me if it hurts, alright? There might be some glitches because of the game.” 

You’re not entirely sure how he’s controlling the tentacles, but before you can manage a response, one begins to prod at your entrance. It’s cold and sticky, but makes you moan nonetheless. “Levi!” 

“What, did you orgasm just from that? I’m only testing things out.” 

“Get on with it–” 

“Oh? Gladly..” Levi covers your eyes with his hand and keeps the other at your jaw. Driven by a seemingly animalistic urge, he presses his hips against yours while stealing wet kisses from your lips. The tentacle moves in sync with Levi’s motions: every body roll translates to a languid stroke from the extra appendage. When he captures your nipple with two fingers, a suction cup finds your clit and pulls at it teasingly. 

It’s a plethora of sensations, all at once, and is almost overwhelming. You’re being ravaged by Leviathan and his tentacles at the same time, but the worst part is that you can’t even see his beautiful expression as he wrecks you. How could anyone last in a game like this? 

Saliva dribbles from your swollen lips and you open your mouth to say something, call his name– anything to warn him that your underwater tryst might come to an end faster than you could have anticipated. 

A pathetic moan rolls off your tongue, but it’s cut short when something smacks your ass. Another tentacle?! How many are there?! 

Not that you could count them, even if you wanted to, because Levi keeps his hand firmly over your eyes. It’s torture at this point, feeling every little thing and listening to the intense lewd sounds, but not being able to see them. 

“Levi,” you whine with desperation. “I can’t see– I want to see you.” 

“Eh?” He moves his hand back, and you nearly squeal with delight at his expression. Leviathan is blushing more than usual, as if he’s feeling pleasure from what the tentacles are doing to you. “Better? Does it hurt?” 

You shake your head. “You’re so cute…” 

“Cute?” Levi huffs. “I’m fucking you with tentacles made of pixels and you call me cute?” Now he laughs a bit and a few suction cups stick to your ass, pulling your cheeks apart. “I can’t do you anally though, that’s Level 2.” 

Now you’re the one laughing, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes. “Are you serious?” 

“Yes, I actually am. No matter who wins, with each level increase, more toys and positions are unlocked. That’s kind of smart actually.” 

“But Levi, don’t you want to put your tentacle in my ass?” 

This makes him shiver, and you know what the answer is. Regardless, it seems like any attempts to make the tip of the tentacle get closer to your second hole, nothing happens. With a pensive sigh, your hips meet the side of his tail so that you’re grinding on both Levi and the tentacle simultaneously. “This will have to do.” 

Up until this moment, the tentacles hadn’t actually entered you, but instead danced around your hole and focused on your clit. However, your momentary leap of authority gives him a figuratively boner, since he doesn’t technically have a visible dick. It might be in his tail somewhere… but you aren’t about to ask where he’s hiding his cock. That would be weird. 

“Hey Levi?”

He grunts back in response, obviously focused on other things. 

“Do you think you can penetrate me? I’m sure you’ll win if you do–”

“It’s not as easy as you think– I have to give each thing something to do or my stats drop.” “You have stats?!” You lean back slightly and eye Leviathan. 

“Yeah, just flex your palm.” You give Levi a flat stare. “It’s kind of difficult to do that when my wrists are bound.” 

The tentacle holding your right hand releases slightly, giving you enough room to do as he’s suggested. A small screen appears in front of you. “Moaning level 2, cockwarming level 1– wait I can change the size of my breasts?!” 

Levi pauses for a moment long enough to look at the small screen. “Oh, yeah, I had dick options too, but I didn’t mess with them yet.” 

This makes you blink a few times in astonishment, thinking that this game is far more complicated than the first one you played. You want to look through the menu more and see what other things you can do– your mind drifts to the actual purpose of the game. Could there be a power up that would help you resist the tentacles? 

Before you can continue scrolling, the slick sound of something penetrating you fills your ears. He’s done what you’ve asked him to, and is absolutely merciless about it. Now that Levi’s found a way to fuck you hard, he’s not going to let up any time soon. In fact, chances are that he won’t stop until the Congratulations, you’ve made your bitch cum screen pops up over his head, if that’s even how the game works. 

A string of curses fly off your tongue, meant to be praises than anything else, but you don’t hear your own voice. “Why don’t it let me say ----?!” you screech, dragging your fingernails across Levi’s bare shoulders. “I just wanna moan for you, Levi–” 

“Curse words are censored, but that’s stupid, I don’t know why. Is it possible you changed the settings?” 

You’re frustrated now because, now you’ve finally accepted that you’re his and the stupid game won’t let you call out for him. It’s not a problem for very long though, because the next thing you know, he’s kissing you. A burning sensation ignites your entire body now, and your mind can’t anchor a single coherent thought for more than a few moments at a time. 

The strangest thing: it actually feels like he’s the one fucking you. Not the tentacles, but rather, it feels the same as if Leviathan were fucking you in his bed. This makes you happy, so happy that saliva begins to dribble down your chin as the inevitable pressure of an orgasm starts to fill your lower abdomen. You arch your back in such a way that the bikini straps give away, releasing your breasts from the fabric. 

Next thing you know, you’re subconsciously grinding against the biggest tentacle– the one fucking your mercilessly– in search for more delicious friction for your clit. At this point, it doesn’t matter who wins or loses, you just really want to cum and see if those tentacle things of his will splurt out some cum. 

“Levi–”

“Hm?” His lips dance over the crook of your neck, and the last thing you need now is for him to suddenly decide to be all daddy-merman. You bet anything that his tongue is wetter than your pussy is right now, and the way his teeth graze over your skin–

And then you’re cumming. 

Something breaks inside of you, and then it feels as though you’re drowning but breathing at the same time. Is it part of the game? Is this what a simulated orgasm feels like? Your body pulsates like never before and you understand the appeal of sex games. Another moment passes and your mind goes blank, but only for a second because you feel the budding warmth of seed running down your legs. 

So the tentacles can cum.

You manage to find the minimal strength it takes to just open your eyes, and you’re met with Leviathan’s beautiful expression as he crashes down from his high as well. He freezes for a split second, almost as if the game is glitching or overloading from the sheer impact of both orgasms taking place. You pray that he remains like this for just a bit longer, giving you the chance to lean your head against his chest. 

Levi’s skin is soft, but covered with a thin, inexplicable film of perspiration. If anything, it just makes you giddy again, but you’re not sure that either of you could last for Level 2 in this sorry condition. Running your tongue over his pronounced clavicle, you nip the skin there and suck on it just as he buffers for a moment and releases a painfully loud moan. 

His heart thunders loudly, echoing in your ears. It’s the only thing you can hear until his hand lands on your cheek. “Are you okay?” Leviathan’s voice grounds you, and then you realize that the tentacles are no longer in sight, but have retreated into the shadows the first emerged from. 

“Yeah… but I think you froze for a second there– we should do it again, y’know, to make sure we can review the game correctly.” 

This makes him laugh. The beautiful sound prompts a giggle from you as well, so you throw your arms around his neck for a tight hug. It doesn’t really matter that your skirt has magically disappeared, you’re pleased with the experience. 

A screen flashes in front of the two of you, but you’re actually surprised to see the congratulations message. 

“We both lost?!”

“How? I made you cum.” 

You read the small print: “Haru successfully made the sea monster cum first, but unfortunately succumbed to the tentacles.” With a huff, you scroll through and read the extended audit log of your ‘underwater’ sex adventure with Levi. “That’s bull----! Ugh! I still can’t ----ing curse!” 

Levi shushes you gently before brushing your hair back and offering you a consolation kiss. He taps the ‘return to main screen’ button, and the two of you are transported back to the real world. 

Nothing’s changed since you left: in fact, it’s only been a few minutes, according to the clock on Levi’s nightstand, that you even opened the game in the first place. Before you can say anything, Leviathan closes the box and throws it into the desk drawer. “No more hentai games for you. I need a cold shower and something to eat after that.” 

You stretch and massage your wrists. Although there is no physical evidence of the bindings, you can sure as hell feel where his tentacles kept you in place. Disappointed though, your eyes follow the outline of Levi’s body, happy to see that his normal legs have returned… with a third, very aroused, appendage sitting comfortably between the two of them. 

“Levi~” 

“Yeah?” 

“Two things. One, give it a good review, but say that I need to be able to curse when I cum.” 

He raises an eyebrow, but then nods. “And the second thing?” 

Now, you’re smiling and reaching for the bulge in his pants. “I think you need a second orgasm to take care of this, no? But no game– this one, I’ll give it to you and make sure it’s real.” 

Levi just swallows and shoos you away, calling you silly and that he doesn’t have any energy for that because he knows you’ll leave him an absolute mess. You can’t help but laugh at his reaction though, because now he’s both painfully hard and blushing brighter than a virgin on a windy day. 

“Hey Levi?” 

“What is it now?” 

You just smile and wave your hand. “No, it’s nothing like that– I was just thinking, maybe next time we’ll be in reversed positions. Wouldn’t that be fun?” 

He contemplates this for a second. “Why, you want to try and win?” 

“Well yeah!” “In your dreams, Haru.”

“I was really worried you’d moan the in game character’s name instead of mine. That would have been awkward as hell.” 

Levi extends his arm, offering you a place to sit on his lap. “I wouldn’t do that. But let’s keep this between the two of us for now. Okay?” 

You nod and nestle against his chest. Regardless of who the game declared, or didn’t, the winner, you like to think that both of you won. At least for a moment.

. 

[luxekook]

make you scream » ksj

» pairing: sully!seokjin x reader » genre: monsters inc. au, crack, smut » summary: there’s a monster in your closet, but you want him in your bed. » word count: 2.1k » warnings: 18+, cursing, bad jokes, teasing, TMG references, reader ties jin up, generally clueless seokjin, smut [oral (m receiving), mentions of sex and impregnation]

» request: @j-sope​ said: jin + mystery drink!

as part of the bangtanhq drinks and drabbles challenge

Ever since you moved into your new apartment, you’ve had a slight monster problem. And you aren’t talking the energy drink. You’re talking a living, breathing monster who creeps out of your closet in the wee hours of the morning in an attempt to scare you shitless.

At least, that’s your current theory of his intentions - mainly compiled from dark web searches and reddit threads. You aren’t sure what exactly his motive is with you, but you do know one thing - you don't want to scare him away. Whatever monster lab created him had royally fucked up, because your monster is really fucking hot.

You aren’t even sure if you can actually call him a monster given that he looks like a fucking god amongst men.

He’s been visiting you for three weeks now, and you have stopped acting frightened since week two. Your silence seems to be both baffling and vexing to your nightly visitor. Neither of you have spoken to the other. Hell, you aren’t even sure if he can speak. He’s only yelled and jumped out at you so far in an attempt to draw your screams.

But, tonight you plan to change things up and finally get some answers.

As the clock grows closer to 3am, you pretend to sleep, nervously awaiting your monster.

Finally, you hear the telltale creak of your closet door and the soft footfalls that always follow. Your heart thumps in your chest.

Before he can scare you, you hop out of bed, catching him off guard. Using his shock against him, you push him into your desk chair and quickly grab the jump rope you had set aside for this very purpose.

“Yah!” Your monster struggles as you tie him up, “Stop that! Get your hands off me!”

Ah, so he can speak. You secure the knots that tie him to the chair and step back to assess your work. Flicking on your bedside lamp, you check out your monster in all his glory.

He’s glaring up at you with a vicious pout that would be menacing if he wasn’t so fucking adorable. His hair is a mix of blue and purple with two small horns twisting up amidst the strands. His body is long and lean with shoulders that give you way too many dirty thoughts.

Finally, your eyes meet his. His brown eyes linger on yours for a moment before wandering up and down your own body, reminding you of your current outfit of just a long shirt and underwear.

“Well?” You place your hands on your hips, “What do you have to say for yourself?”

Your monster scoffs and pulls at his restraints, “Untie me, human!”

“Puh-lease,” You roll your eyes, “You’ve been barging into my house in the dead of night for weeks, and you think you can order me around? No, sir. Not today.”

“Well, I wouldn't have to keep coming back if you would just scream for me,” He mumbles, hands clenched into fists, “I have a quota to meet, you know!”

“That sounds like a you problem,” You shrug, edging closer to him. He tenses at your approach. “Why don’t you like humans touching you, my little monster?”

“Little?!” He exclaims, “How dare you! I am Kim Seokjin, top Scarer at Monsters, Incorporated!”

You reach out to cup his cheek, “Aw, did I hit a nerve, Mr. Kim ‘I’m so scary’ Seokjin?” He glowers, refusing to answer.

“Going to have to shred your door now,” He mutters, looking defeated, “And get sanitized.”

You snap back, “Sanitized? Well, that’s just rude. And if you even think about destroying my closet door, just know that I will be sending you the bill.”

“I don’t know who this Bill is, but don’t send him to me,” Seokjin scrunches his nose, looking thoroughly displeased.

You laugh, shoulders shaking at his dead serious remark.

Your monster’s eyes widen as he stares up at your laughing form.

“What?” You ask, wiping away a stray tear that had fallen and still chuckling slightly.

“Can you do that again?” Seokjin asks again, looking at you with a peculiar yet hopeful gleam in his eye.

“What?” You furrow your eyebrows, “Laugh?”

He nods, and you immediately get suspicious. “Why?”

“Because it apparently works the same way as screaming,” He shrugs, “I don’t make the rules.”

“So you do need my screams,” You smirk, “Interesting… Do these screams that you gather only come from fear?”

“Duh,” He rolls his eyes, “What other kind of screaming is there?”

You laugh again, ignoring how happy he looks that you did so. “There is one that comes to mind, monster boy.”

“Tell me!” He practically bounces in his seat, despite being tied up.

“Nah,” You shake your head, undoing his restraints, “I think that’s enough for one night. Out you go.”

“What?”

You pull him up from the seat and shove him towards your closet. He argues with you the whole way. Peering into your closet first, you pout when you don’t see anything out of the ordinary - that is, until Seokjin slips past you.

The back of your closet disappears before your eyes, and you see what looks like a warehouse with almost-human-but-not-quite individuals milling about.

Seokjin turns to leave, and you panic, your hand darts out to grab his wrist. You want to see him again.

“What is it, human?” Seokjin looks at you hesitantly.

“(Y/n). My name’s (y/n). And the other kind of screaming? It's not from fear; it’s from pleasure.”

His eyes practically pop out of his skull as your words sink in, “Pleasure—! But-but how?”

You push him out of your dimension.

The next evening, you don’t even feign sleep. This time, you wait up wearing nothing but a satin robe.

It seems that Seokjin also doesn’t follow his usual pattern as he storms into your room right on schedule. “(Y/n)! I demand you scream in pleasure for me!”

You choke on air, “That’s not how it works, Seokjin!”

“Well,” He crosses his arms, staring down at you from the foot of your bed, “Then tell me how it works.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” You sigh, shifting your legs so that your upper thigh peeks through the slit in your robe. Predictably, his eyes follow. “You’ll have to touch me, and I know you wouldn’t want to.”

You watch as he swallows hard, his eyes glued to your body, “I-I never said that.”

“Really?” You shift again. The tie of your robe loosens slightly. “I could have sworn you said ‘get your hands off me’ last night.”

He shakes his head emphatically, “No, that wasn’t me! That was, uh, Jim Seok-im!”

“Any relation?” You cock your head, entertaining his terrible effort to convince you.

“Nope, never met him,” Seokjin inches closer to you.

“Right,” You deadpan. “Well, don’t you all have sex over there in monster land?”

Seokjin gapes at you, “Yah! I am not making a child with you!”

“Good god, Jinnie,” You laugh, “Not all sex ends with pregnancy.”

“Ours does,” He scowls, looking thoroughly put out.

“So, let me get this straight,” You stand, walking the short distance over to him, “You monsters have monster sex with your monster cocks, and you don’t monster scream in monster pleasure?”

“Motion to ban you from saying the word ‘monster’ again,” He mumbles, still looking miffed.

“Motion denied, you monster.”

Seokjin pinches his nose in frustration, “Sex is purely for reproductive purposes. It’s a transaction. I don’t see how it can feel good.”

“What the monsterfucking fuck!” You just about blew a fuse. “What have you been doing? Just staring at your dick? Don’t you touch yourself? Have you never gone down on a girl monster? A boy monster? A gender-nonconforming monster?”

Seokjin slams a hand over your mouth, “Shut up, my human. Now, show me how to make you feel good so that I can collect your pleasure screams.”

Swatting his hand from your face, you shake your head, “I think I want to hear yours first.”

“I would like to see you try,” He laughs in an endearing squeaky way that makes you want to give him the suck of his life.

“Bet.” You sink to your knees, making quick work of his pants.

“Oh my sweet monster cock,” You breathe as you take in the sight before you. His cock is the biggest you’ve ever seen - thick and long with veins running down its smooth skin.

He’s hard already, and you shoot him a skeptical look. “What?” Seokjin shrugs, “It’s just my body acknowledging you as a potential mate. It’s happened before.”

Fury bubbles up inside you at the thought of him getting hard for anyone other than you. God, are you actually developing feelings for your monster? Pushing that thought aside, you vow to make him come so hard that all his (hypothetical) future orgasms will belong to the mere thought of you.

Without pause, you suck the head of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip.

“M-my human, what are you doing?” Seokjin yelps, his hand digging into your hair. He’s a natural, you think, choosing to ignore his question.

Your hands run up and down his thighs before winding their way around to squeeze his ass. The gasp that results is delicious and urges you to move faster.

You take more of him into your mouth, sucking harder, your cheeks hollow. His breath hitches, “O-oh, (y/n), keep doing that. Feels so good. How does it feel so good?”

Oh, your poor little monster boy has no idea how good it will get…

You take him all the way, your nose nudging his firm pelvis. Seokjin moans, and when you swallow around him, he lets out a series of what you can only assume are expletives in the monster world.

One hand still gripping his ass, you bring your other one forward to tease his balls in your palm. He shouts your name, and you feel him twitch inside your mouth.

You release him with a pop. “Will you come for me, Seokjin?” Your voice is raspy from the deep-throating, “Will you come in my mouth for me?”

“Y-yes,” He pants, “I need to release. Your mouth is the best thing I’ve ever felt, my human.”

Laughing softly, you grab his monster cock once more, “Oh, my little monster, you are sure in for a good time.”

Without further explanation, you suck him harder than you’ve ever done to anyone before. You want and need to have Seokjin unravel before you, to come down your throat. And it isn’t long before his moans grow louder and louder until he comes with a yowl that honestly rivals what yours had been like when your monster had scared you at first.

“My human,” Seokjin finally mumbles, as you pull your mouth away from him, “What was that?”

“A blowjob,” You shrug, getting to your feet, “Sometimes referred to as ‘giving that sloppy toppy’ or ‘putting that dick through a carwash’ or ‘showing them that 360 degree spin cycle’.”

He looks baffled, “I understood none of that, but can I give you one of these ‘blowjobs’ now?”

You laugh, “My greedy little monster, come back tomorrow, and we’ll talk.”

He pouts adorably, and you can’t help yourself from pressing your lips to his. A blush overtakes his cheeks and the tips of his ears, “My human, why did you do that?”

“You’re so cute, Jinnie,” You shrug, “I wanted to kiss you to show that I like you.”

He blinks, “You-you—?”

You shove him once again towards your closet, “Tomorrow, my handsome monster. Get ready, there are so many things I still have to show you.”

His eyes widen, “There’s even more!?”

“Oh, yes,” You flash him a wicked grin as you kick him out of your room, “I’m going to fucking rock your monster world, baby.”

Four Months Later...

“Hey, my pretty human,” Your monster whispers, his breath ghosting over your ear. Goosebumps rise across your skin.

“Hey, handsome,” You answer, your eyes shooting open to meet his.

“Yah!” Your monster stumbles back, “Would you quit doing that?” His pout only draws your attention to his plush lips.

“No,” You grin, sitting up in your bed. “Are you ever going to quit creeping around my room at night?”

“Never,” He continues to pout. “Besides, you love it.”

And you really do.

© luxekook. please do not repost, modify, edit or translate.

[curious-menace]

Hey can I get a headcanon of any riddler of your fancy finding his partners hidden treasure trove of sex toy goodies after stooping around their home, probably while they're out and how they'd react?

oh ho! any riddler?! this is a blank check for mayhem! 

i have naughty hands and no self control so ima do all my riddlers hahahah

this is only a lil ns fw so no below the cut this time 

Arkham riddler

oh.

OH.

First response is he goes BRIGHT RED. H-He was looking for something else, like an allen key or a pack of batteries or something! He didn't mean to snoop! He’ll throw all the toys back in the drawer or box and hurry away like nothing happened. he did find batteries but was to embarrassed to use them.

his face is going to be bright red for hours, you’ll easily be able to tell something is up but he wont tell you what.

but that being said, hes not going to be able to stop thinking about them. he feels a little naughty for doing it but hes imagining you using them, on him, on yourself. the idea is filthy to him but very intriguing.

Don't expect him to EVER mention it again but if YOU brought up the idea or told him you had some toys to play with, he’d have a hard time hiding his excitement. He hasn't stopped thinking about them since and he has some IDEAS. 

Blacklight Riddler

oh ho! rubbing his little fingerless gloved hands in glee. treasure trove is the right word to use, all his christmases have come at once when he finds this gold mine. 

He knew you were kinky but he had no idea you were THIS kinky, why would you keep this from him??? 

hes like a child in a candy store. what does this one do??? ohh this one vibrates! ooh a purple and green one, did you get this specially for him?

Don't be surprised if you come home and find him elbow deep in your drawer or box still rummaging and exploring, possibly with condoms scattered around him like confetti and bondage rope around his neck like a scarf. 

He’s going to ask right away to play with some of these. he might even sneak off to use them by himself but he will GLADLY let you do the hard work. 

He’s going to want to go to the sex toy shop with you. can you get some couples toys? will you peg him?? OH! what about some of those cool remote control toys??? he can make some custom ones for you both to use if you want! Man is going to be bouncing off the walls, you're going to need to get him to calm down before you can do anything. he’s enthusiastic to say the least.

BTAS Riddler

oh? what on earth is th-AGH! *flings a wobbly pink dick across the room in a panic*. Que overdramatics . lots of “my eyes are SOILED! MY HANDS WILL NEVER BE CLEAN AGAIN!” 

Will probably screech “WHY DO YOU EVEN HAVE THIS?!” into an empty house.

i think its the shock more than anything. he’s a germaphobe and he wasn't wearing his gloves while he was rummaging and he wasn't expecting to touch something so...intimate with his bare hands. this has ABSOLUTELY been inside you and it feels...off for him to touch it. He hopes to god you are as particular about cleaning these as you are about the rest of your cleaning.

once the initial fright wears off, he probably feels a bit guilty for nosing about. He wasn't looking for your intimates specifically, he was just being inquisitive, maybe looking for birthday or christmas presents. I think like arkham riddler, he’d probably be unable to get the image out of his head. he'd probably have to go back for another look. 

he has to work up the courage to talk about it. he’s probably expecting to get yelled at, he shouldn't have been rummaging through your things in the first place.he doesn't REALLY need to confront you about this. but he’s insecure as all hell and he needs to know, is he not good enough? is he not satisfying you? why do you need these toys if you have him? please be gentle in explaining, whatever your answer is. 

Original riddler

so freaking blase about the whole thing. you could leave them in the fridge or something and he’d be like “hmm, cheese, ham, dildo....hey y/n we’re nearly out of milk!” 

he doesn't exactly want dicks or fleshlights left out around his apartment but he’s not so insecure about you having them. he knows he cant be there for you 24/7. maybe your schedules are conflicting, maybe you just want some quite alone time, he’s not judging, he does it too.

might tease you a little about your taste in toys. like if you have massive dicks he’s going to call you a size queen, regardless of your gender. or if you like weird ones like that windmill oral thing he’s going to call you a kinky lil freak .

i don't think he has any of his own but he’d be quite happy to use yours on you if you wanted.

unlike the others, he probably respects your privacy enough to not go looking for them or even rummaging through your things. but he is childish as all hell. if you left them out in a shared space he’s going to mess around with them, like pretending to give you a neck massage only to bust out a hitachi wand or something.

despite his bravado and not really minding that you have them, his mouth will go a little dry if you bring up the idea of domming him by using them on him . that's....an intriguing idea. 

Telltale riddler 

well. hes not THRILLED about this discovery. But given how often he’s gone, either for work or running from the law, he cant exactly blame you. you have needs he’s clearly not meeting.

he’s pretty tempted to take your batteries away from you for badness. 

he gets a devious idea looking at your toys. He’s offended! how could you replace him with plastic and silicone?! he’s much better than any toy. guess he’ll just have to prove it to you. 

he’ll probably confront you as soon as you get home. something like “been keeping secrets from me?” but like. in a sexy voice, not an angry one. 

He’s obviously a little ticked off but tries to keep it playful. you can definitely expect him to spend the day making it up to you. he’s going to tease you, hes going to ask if you think of him while you use them , maybe even use some of them on you himself but pulling away at the last moment as punishment . if you want relief you’ll have to ask him nicely.

he’d be absolutely speechless if you flipped the script on him. listen he might be 60 but suddenly he’s a teenager again, embarrassed and unable to form coherent sentences in the face of your exuberant confidence. once he gets his footing back however you two are going to be playing hella games. he’s going to want to sext while he’s gone, send you naughty photos and get some back. maybe the toys aren't such a bad thing after all?

Zero year riddler

you’ll for sure know if this riddler has found your stash. you’ll come home and he’ll be drinking out of a dick shaped straw, wearing those dumb penis glasses you see at bachelorette parties. he’ll have decorated with rope or feather boas , taken polaroid photos of him posing with your toys and stuck them to the walls. he’ll have  a smug look on his face but play totally innocent like “something you wanna tell me, y/n?” Shame is not an emotion this riddler is capable of. 

he was looking through your things on purpose because he’s a nosy shit. He likes knowing your secrets to mess with you later. He wished he had a camera to record his reaction upon finding THIS secret.sheer unfiltered joy  .He’s for sure recording your reaction to him putting you on blast so you two can laugh about it later.

 he might feel a LITTLE guilty depending on your reaction. if you react badly or really embarrassed he might feel bad for crossing a line and apologise . He’s still a little shit about it but he’s an apologetic little shit. 

all of these riddlers pretend they're the most confident person in the room but , like the others, if you turn your charm and confidence on him, he’ll crumble like a dry sandcastle. 

He doesn't want to admit he has NO clue what any of these toys do. like why is this one shaped like an egg?...it goes WHERE?!

rare moment of nervousness from him if you ask him to use them on you/ on him. again, he doesn't know what the heck he’s doing with toys but he’ll be damned if he admits that. feel free to mess with him as payback. this is what he gets for running his mouth and poking his nose into other peoples business 

there you go nonnie! i actually got this one out pretty quickly, i wasnt expecting to do it that fast hah. i like doing asks like this, that are a little nsfw but not so much i have to hide them under a read more.

that being said, full nsfw asks are my jam XD

Got something you wana ask me? feel free to send me an ask or a dm! im always game to talk about our favorite curious menace 💚💜

[inky-duchess]

History Bites: Bad Ass Moments (Women)

In History Bites, I pick the best moments of history and the antics historical figures in order to give you inspiration for your WIP. Think of History Bites like prompts, only juicer and 90% accurate (results may vary).

Today, we will discuss the bad ass moments of history (women). This post may have a part two. Let's get to it.

Arsinoë IV was the younger sister of Cleopatra. During the civil war between her elder sister and brother who were meant to be jointly ruling, Caesar besieged Alexandria on behalf of Cleopatra, taking the royal family hostage within the palace. In the confusion after the Library of Alexandria was accidentally burned down (I mean Caesar, I love you but you're fucking dick for burning the library), Arsinoë escaped the palace and took command of the Egyptian army. Under her control, the army enjoyed success even trapping Caesar as he tried to take the Lighthouse of Alexandria. This was an important symbol to the city as well as a masterful weapon, whoever controlled the Lighthouse controlled the harbour. To escape, Caesar had to swim across the bay throwing off his great purple cloak and fine armour, holding up his important papers as he limped back to dry land, defeated by a 15-18 year old girl.

Katherine of Aragon handed Scotland its biggest defeat in history. She led troops at Flodden, winning a battle where the Scottish King died. When she wrote to Henry as well as sending him the Scottish king's coat and banners, she mentioned that she had wanted to send the body of the king but the nobles were being pussies and said no. It may have been the shadiest letter of all the Tudor period.

Artemisia Gentileschi was one of art and history's all time bad asses. She was a skilled painter at a time when women were not permitted to attend art schools. She surpassed her father's own works and some of his other students. At 18, she was raped by another artist. In a time far behind today's understanding of rape and justice, Artemisia took a great risk in publicly accusing her rapist. She underwent numerous tortures so the judges could be sure she was telling the truth. The rapist was convicted (a major win). Artemisia went on to become one of the Baroque period's most powerful painters.

Marguerite de Bressieux was a 15th century noblewoman in France. When her father's castle fell to the armies of the Prince of Orange, Marguerite and the other women of the castle were all sexually assaulted. As the French army passed through the devastated lands, they came by a group of twelve knights armoured and mounted, bearing a black banner with an orange pierced by a spear. The commander revealed their face... it was Marguerite. She asked to join the French King's forces and he allowed her though he was quite taken aback. At the Battle of Autun, each of the female knights and Marguerite hunted down the Prince of Orange's men, unmasking their faces before they killed their rapists so they would know just had come.

Harriet Tubman was an American slave who ran the Underground Railway, ferrying slaves off to freedom. After escaping herself, Harriet refused to leave others behind. Known as Moses, Harriet risked life and limb to free slaves from the plantations. During the Civil War, she worked for the Union first as a cook then as scout and spy. Over her life, Tubman released over 300 slaves.

Countess Constance Markievicz was the first woman to be elected to a British Parliament ... while imprisoned for her art in the numerous acts of rebellion in the last years of English rule. Markievicz was one of the figureheads for Irish freedom, even acting as a sniper during the 1916 Easter Rising. When the rising was over, she was imprisoned but not executed (being a woman and a high status woman) which made her angry. She believed that the fight for Irish freedom was not just a male one. Her advice to women and girls of the time was "Dress suitably in short skirts and strong boots, leave your jewels in the bank, and buy a revolver"

Grace/Grainne O'Malley, the Pirate Queen of Ireland was one of the Lords of the West of Ireland. On her father's death, she inherited his lands and fleets as his heir, turning her into one of the most powerful lords of the west. She fought in the Nine Years War, becoming a thorn in the side of the "Governor" Richard Bingham. When her sons and half brother were captured and threatened, Grainne turned her sails to London to speak with Elizabeth I. Grainne did not bow to Elizabeth and began hammering out the terms of a peace. Bingham was fired, her sons and brother were released on the terms that Grainne would stop supporting Gaelic uprisings. Grainne didn't.

Jeanne de Clisson or the Lioness of Brittany, was a 14th century noblewoman. Her husband was imprisoned by the French King who suspected him of being a spy who had lost a battle on purpose. He was executed. Jeanne went immediately to the fort her husband had commanded. The garrison let her in. Jeanne's army took the fort. By the time the French King heard, Jeanne was gone. After a treacherous crossing over the Channel where she lost at least one child, Jeanne resurfaced in England. The English king granted her three ships which she used to wage war on France in revenge.

Ching Shih was a Chinese pirate queen, formerly a prostitute. When her husband died, she took over his fleet of ships. Ching Shih went about on tightening the reigns on her sailors. They could not rape captives, if they did they were beheaded. If they wanted to have one of the women, a sailor had to marry her and treat her right. To disobey a superior twice was death. As she got the fleet into shipshape, Ching Shih began her reign of the seas amassing millions. The government fought her a few times but soon gave up their war, paying Ching Shih to go away. She retired as a respected millionaire.

Osh-Tisch or "Finds Them and Kills Them” was a Native American warrior. She had been born male but chose to live as a woman also known as a baté, a person which two souls in their body. Osh-Tisch took up arms along with the other batés when her tribe went to war with the Lakota, winning the war. As missionaries came to to stick their noses in where they weren't wanted, Osh-Tisch and the other batés were subject to horrific abuse. Batés were forced to dress and act as their assigned gender by the dickheaded missionaries. Osh-Tisch disregarded the missionaries and continued to work with batés across America in order to support one another.

Harriet Tubman escaped from slavery in the years preceding the Civil War. Harriet refused to leave others behind and returned about nineteen times to volatile south to rescue slaves, under the name Moses. During the war, Harriet served as cook, nurse and spy for the Union. Harriet saved over 300 slaves.

Matilda, Lady of the English once escaped a besieged castle. How did she do this? She walked out of the gates and left. She was wearing a white cloak which camouflaged her against the snow. She walked eight miles in the snow to continue her fight for the crown.

Cleopatra VII (that Cleopatra) was once summoned to Tarsos go meet the new Governor of the Eastern Provinces of the Roman Empire, Mark Antony who wanted to borrow some money. They negotiated back and forth on who should come to who. Cleopatra refused to go... but then showed up in Tarsos on luxurious barge. While feasting with Antony at his expense, Cleopatra claimed that she could host the more expensive meal. She dropped a pearl earring into her wine, where it dissolved and downed it like a queen.

Caterina Sforza was an Italian noble woman in the Renaissance period and you could literally not find a bigger bad ass. She rode at the head of an army to occupy the great fortress of the Castel San Angelo in the name of her husband, while being seven months pregnant. At the siege of Ravaldino, Caterina and her children were prisoners of the treacherous Orsis family who had killed her husband. Caterina persuaded the commanders to let her enter the city to negotiate the surrender of the castle. One inside, she climbed the battles and cussed out the besiegers. Utterly stunned, one commander threatened to kill her children but Caterina lifted her skirts and flashed them, claiming she could make more. OK, that may be a rumour. She may have touched her belly or claimed to be already pregnant but still it was a moment. It ended up buying her enough time for more forces to come and beat the army outside.

Catherine the Great born a minor German Princess overthrew her husband Peter III in a successful military coup. A few days before the original coup was going to commence, a co-conspirator let slip to another guard that it was happening. The man was arrested. When the news got to her, Catherine left the palace via carriage commandeering horses along the way. She went to the barracks of the Ismailovsky regiment dressed in burrowed military uniform and made an impassioned plea to the soldiers to earn their support which they gave her. She was crowned sole ruler of Russia and forced her husband to sign his crown away.

Khutulun, the great-grandaughter of Genghis Khan was badass from the beginning. She was the only girl in a family of boys and grew up to be the fiercest. Khutulun was a highly sought after bride. She didn't hate men but felt she shouldn't be married to somebody unequal to her. Every man who sought to wed her had to wrestle her or pay ten horses. She had ten thousand horses by the time she died.

Boudicca was the Queen of the Iceni, a Celtic tribe in England. Her husband, an ally of the Romans, left half his kingdom to Rome and the other half to his daughters. When he died, Rome took it all. When Boudicca spoke out against it, she was flogged and her daughters were raped. Boudicca decided that it was time for the Romans to fuck off and die. Raising a massive host, Boudicca burned three major Roman settlements down Londinium (London), Verulamium (St. Albans) and Camulodunum (Colchester). She was the greatest threat the Rome since...

Amanirenas, Queen of Kush was an African Queen who fought the Romans. Kush lay south to the new conquered Egypt, which meant it was next on Rome's agenda. Kush moved first. Though one-eyed, she was an able warrior who survived at least a dozen battles. Though the Romans burned the capital and took slaves, Amanirenas still fought on bringing Rome to its knees. Rome and Kush signed a peace treaty, preventing Rome from crossing the border ever again. Amanirenas's badass moment came thousands of years after when archeologists were digging up the tombs. Found under her the foot of statue, was the head of the Emperor Augustus.

[unholyplumpprincess]

Breathing Exercises

Lil Caustic thing for a text post that said smth along the lines of “Wrap your hands around my throat and choke me until I can’t breathe and whisper ‘Cum if you want to breathe’.” And well damn if that didn’t inspire me for him. This is also totally a quiet present for @soulheartthewolf bc that’s Caustic’s spouse.

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Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Caustic/Reader

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Reader is gender neutral but has a vulva, choking/asphyxiation, breath play, mentions of other kinks such as breeding kinks and deep throat training, also mentions of Caustic’s sex repulsion and erectile dysfunction bc listen man it happens and soft dicks are cute.

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Alexander loved to test limits.  

Even more so- he loved to test your limits.  

When times his sex repulsion and love of his work did not blind him to carnal urges, you were more than a willing subject in whatever sort of experimentation he wanted to conduct. Aphrodisiac gas tests had been one of many things you had been subjected to, then testing how big an object you could deep throat and training you to take longer and longer until you were so out of it in sub space you nearly forgot to breathe. Or to more things along the lines of him seeing how much cum you could hold just for him, plugged up in you with a cute little plug and his promises of filling you with more after he’s rested.  

Yes, you were more than willing to experiment any of these limits.  

~Rest under the cut~

It also went into testing his own limits. Alexander lacked that sort of empathy one might have for if you were crying or sobbing. Of course, you two had safe words and safe signals for this sort of play, but there was something a little more...exciting knowing that you could kick, whine, sob, and he would just blink at you with acidic green eyes and not even flinch.  

Today? Today is not a repulsion day. You know this when you feel a gloved hand grip your shoulder, giving it a small squeeze as you work at your computer to get the editing of the games done. You watch him pass by you, his arms tucked behind his back, and watch one finger make a quick gesture of ‘Come here’.  

Editing could wait.    

You’re up and following him instantly, more than curious of the plan. Alexander was always straight forward on explanations, no beating around the bush, so you had time to ask questions or say your own peace about if it was something you wanted to do.  

When you enter his bedroom, everything is normally methodically laid out on the bed, but all you can see is a bottle of lube. Curious at such a basic set up, you glance at him and find he is already ready to explain himself.  

Breath play. Asphyxiation. And control all involved. Alexander explains it as if he’s discussing anything scientific. “It shall merely be a test of your lungs. If bruising is to occur, I shall take fault and ensure you are safely healed before your departure to your quarters.” He’d explained coolly, making a small gesture of his hand at his throat when he mentions bruising. You try not to squirm at the idea of him grabbing you so hard you bruise, but you must because the corners of his lips twitch in amusement.  

“Sounds fun.” You manage to breathe out as professionally as you possibly can in a scenario like this. And when he gestures for your clothing to be taken off, you oblige.  

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By the time you’re thoroughly stretched and prepped, Alexander is already half hard. With older age and the size of his dick, you’d call that an impressive feat as is. Even then, the fact that he’s not fully hard makes it easier for him to squeeze inside of you without too much pinching.  

The first few thrusts make you whine, curling your fingers into the sheets and tossing your head to the side. You breathe out a few noises, hitching your leg around his hip to draw him closer. Alexander, despite what everyone thought would be cruel hearted and callous in a relationship, doesn’t make you feel unwanted. Especially now. Resting a large, calloused hand over your thigh to draw you closer, his other resting by your head and you take the opportunity to turn your head to press a chaste kiss to his wrist.  

“If you are trying to delay this endeavor, it is working.” Alexander says, his voice low and gruff with pleasure and only the tiniest bit playful. You grin brightly, turning your head and your lips falling into a gasp when his hand drops to your cunt. Pressing on your mound and using two fingers to rub your clit.  

“Fuck- no-  ah - wouldn't...wouldn’t dream of it-” You whimper out, dropping your leg from his waist to thrust your hips up once to get closer to the pressure and angle him just right against your g-spot.  

That’s when the hand that had been so deliciously rubbing your clit comes right back up with his other hand, both hands wrapping around your throat but his hips never stilling.  

Your eyes widen, having not prepared with a breath and you expect that’s what he wanted. Your hand flies up to grab his wrist, a noise wheezing from your nose as you feel his fingers press on either side of your throat. Alexander stays like that a few moments, undoubtedly feeling your inner walls clamping and fluttering in time with your struggles, before easing his grip.  

You suck in a deep breath, a whine exhaling from your lungs as your hands fly down to grab his ass. You delight in the way Alexander makes a gasp sound at the motion when you tug him again but this time you whine out, “Roll over, I know your knees are going to be killing you.” Despite your lungs still aching for air.  

There’s a grumble of him telling you not to order him, but he obeys regardless. Adjusting to lie back on his back with relief flashing in his eyes, only for his tight facial expression to melt into pleasure when you grab his cock and guide him back into you with a sigh.  

From this angle, his grip on your throat feels purposeful. You ride him still as best as you can until your vision starts to dot and you hold still, feeling him vaguely fucking up into you like a starved beast. Again, you’re released once your eyes start to roll back into your head, and once again your lungs ache with every breath.  

It isn’t until you get close  does  he  grip  and not let go despite your whines and the smacking of his chest. You’re grinding in his lap, your thigh muscles twitching and your nails sinking into his chest with each claw. But all he simply growls out is, “Cum if you want to breathe, little rabbit.”  

Your vision is dotting, your hips start to move more frantically, grinding yourself down onto his cock as your lips part but nothing goes into your lungs. Your entire body is trembling and you know your face must be purple by now, but as soon as your inner walls start to clench and you feel the heat slam down of your orgasm, that’s when you feel him let go.  

The pleasure of your orgasm plus the relief of air flooding your lungs is too much. Tears stream down your face and you aren’t sure what your body is doing until you feel Alexander grabbing your hips and forcing you to fuck yourself onto him. You sob out, overstimulated and shaking your head, hands coming down to try and push weakly at his chest despite how hard your own chest hurts from trying to take in air.  

When Alexander cums, his hands clamp down hard on your hips. Squeezing you tight and making sure you hold still to take every drop. He’s not very loud when he cums, only a shaky grunt at first before his head falls back and you can see his brow furrow and his lips set into a tight line.  

When he finishes, you whine and flop on top of him, pressing your face into his neck despite the heat. You’re grateful when his hands start moving up and down your back, gently stroking to ease you undoubtedly.  

“You have bruises on your neck.” He murmurs, turning his head so you can hear him. You think the way his chest vibrates with the thickness of his voice is soothing. You hum in turn, making a sound to tell him it’s no big deal.  

“Get up. I will tend to you.” He tries again, only making you whine louder and push your weight harder on top of him despite knowing he could just push you off. Instead, he pretends he is trapped, groaning lightly under you. “I do not cuddle.”  

“Tough luck, doc, you’re a cuddler tonight.” You grumble back in his neck, adjusting your hips so his cock could act as a plug fuller in you. The resulting grunt you take as a grunt of defeat.  

Yeah maybe you’ll wear these bruises for fun.  

[thewebcomicsreview]

So I've been following this one guy who gives really good writing advice, but lately he's been: telling people it's OK to skip the Intermission in Homestuck; defending bad writing as a "structural issue" (those poor writers, it's not their fault they've structured their story / writing process in a bad way); priding himself on making a half-assed "unfinished-on-purpose" comic review. This person was my main source of writing advice, so I don't know where to turn to. Any recommendations?

The only other webcomic review guys I’m aware of are the Bad Webcomics Wiki, but if you think I’m too nice on writers, they might be up your speed anyway and oh my god they just posted a review of a SpiderForest comic. Guess it’s time for

The Webcomic Review Reviews Webcomic Reviews

So, this is a review of a SpiderForest comic called “The Guide to a Healthy Relationship” which is a comic about LGBT people, and it’s being reviewed by the Bad Webcomics Wiki, so obviously there’s going to be a whole bunch of slurs, so consider that a content warning and I’m putting the rest of this behind a ReadMore

This is going to be slightly disjointed because the BWW review is disjointed, but I’ll do my best

We’re already in some factual trouble right on line one, since TGtaHR is a traditional webcomic and not a long-scroll mobile-friendly webtoon, nor is it hosted on webtoons.com. Is this nitpicky? Maybe a little, but we’re off to a poor start here. 

This comic is just under 200 pages.

I feel like if you’re going to write a big thing attacking a webcomic’s story, you should try to have some kind of understanding of what that story is. I know what the story of Sinfest is, and Sinfest is a confusing nightmare.

Okay, so maybe the reason you think this story is bad is because it’s 2deep4u. 

So, in the space of about twenty pages, we learn that Apollo had a friend named Julian who killed himself, and then we cut ahead to Julian drinking on the job, going to a party, taking drunks, and waking up naked in the bathtub covered in beer bottles, and the living room is full of too-hot-for-tumblr passed-out drunks. The Bad Webcomics Wiki calls this “Softcore porn that is never brought up again”, because the Bad Webcomics Wiki is written by high school dropouts for an audience they presume has never read the comic proper. 

This debauchery is never brought up again because it’s not relevant to the plot, it’s relevant to the character. Apollo is fucked up because his friend killed himself when he was a teenager, and he deals with being fucked up by retreating into sex, drugs, and rock and roll. That’s what’s being established here. Also being established if you’re paying attention: Apollo has scars on his chest. 

In chapter 1, Apollo goes to a party, the entirety of which is dedicated to him walking around naked, and we get a bunch of obviously sexual shots of his dick, clearly catering to the author's gay fetish. His boss goes to his place to check on him, and it is revealed he is a hoarder. This never comes up again.  

1. In this scene, there are two panels where you can see Apollo’s penis, one panel where you can see someone’s vomit-covered dick, and two panels where you can see a woman’s breasts. None of these panels of flacid dicks or sagging boobs are sexual, though. The dicks are unpowered, it doesn’t make a bit of difference guys, the balls are inert. 

2. What the fuck is a “gay fetish” and how it different from just “being gay”.

3. I don’t know the author, even though we’re both in SpiderForest, so I don’t know where Dani The Carutor lies in the whole gender spectrum thingamabob, but I will note that “Dani” is usually short for Danielle. So maybe it’s not a safe assumption that the author is a man? I dunno. That’s just me, guessing people’s genders by screen name is hard, so I try not to lest I embarrass myself.

4.So, when you say Apollo is a “hoarder”, you link to a page showing his room is disgusting and covered in garbage

Is your takeaway from these panels....that Apollo is some kind of fanatic garbage collector? That his room is full of garbage because he actively works at having as much garbage as possible because he wants it? 

There are a couple pages explaining Apollo's purple special snowflake eyes with some snowflake "disability".

Apollo has Ocular Albinism, which is a real condition that really exists, and really does give you purple eyes. It also gives you major vision problems, which are the context in which it gets brought up, because Apollo needs help crossing the road because he can’t see well enough in the light. So I don’t know what the scare quotes around “disability” are for. He can’t see. You could, if you were so inclined, connect this plot point with the way the chapter titles are named after mental conditions, and start to formulate some coherent critique with the seemingly cavalier way this comic uses disability, but that would require thought. It might even require research into difficult topics, because you’d ideally not want to make a fool of yourself talking about things you didn’t understand well enough to talk competently about. 

Chapter 2 is the most pointless, as it is basically there to confirm what we already know so the author can insert a cringy buzzword (see image below)

Okay, so a couple of things

1. In what fucking universe is “tranny” an SJW buzzword? What the fuck are you even talking about? 

2. Having the protagonist of your comic say someone is “smart, for a tranny” is like the least SJW thing you could possibly do.

3. Perhaps “Apollo is asking someone for help but casually insults her causing her to leave” is some kind of “character” moment? The author of this review is so /pol/-poisoned that they have no ability to understand “context” or “characterization” or basically any thing that exists. 

4.Your list of the comic’s characters includes this bon mot: 

So what the fuck? That’s so stupid I’d think it was an intentionally hypocritical joke if I had any reason to believe you were capable of it.

Chapter 3 is dedicated to revealing the boyfriend shit

I should point out that Apollo and Julian being boyfriends is something the BWW invented, the comic itself clearly states they were “best friends”, not boy friends. Couple of dudes being prudes. 

Apollo believes that Julian faked his own death, which fucked up Apollo for years, and now that they’ve met each other Julian keeps ghosting him. Apollo’s motives for chasing Julian around are extremely clear. 

That’s a scene transition, bay-bee! 

Apollo finally gets ahold of Julian. Julian blows him off and Apollo gives up. There’s then a clear scene transition to Apollo, at a restaurant, talking about what we just saw. This is a perfectly clear scene transition, with a transitory panel and everything to indicate that this is the next day. It’s certainly more clear than Apollo waking up in jail in chapter 2 which you skipped over. Are you actually reading this comic at all? 

You are such a fucking moron, holy shit. 

Julian got beat up for being trans. It’s unclear if he’s actually trans or just a feminine-looking cis dude, but regardless it was bad enough to traumatize him and this all happened when he knew Apollo, who calls Julian his “best friend”, and says things like

There’s literally two dots here, and you’re unable to connect them. Galia even has the same hairstyle as Julian to make it visually obvious This Is What The Reference and you still missed it. 

Julian and Apollo walk around the woods in their underwear for no reason whatsoever. Julian takes some drugs or something, and passes out?

Hm. Why does Julian go outside at night? I wonder if that’s explained in the comic?

Oh, I see. He went outside to smoke. But why did Apollo go outside at night?

Oh, he was looking out the window and saw Julian mysteriously go off into the woods. I guess that’s explained, too. I guess you just missed those pages

Julian takes some drugs or something, and passes out?

Huh, I wonder why Julian was asleep

Oh, he has Insomnia, so he took something called Halcion. I wonder what that is.

Oh, it’s a prescription insomnia medication. And you shouldn’t take alcohol with it, wow Julian is dealing with a super pushy alcoholic I should file that information away for later, like how knowing Wellbutrin’s side effects in teenagers were critical to understand Drop Out. Luckily webcomics are comics, on the web, and I can look this up! 

He is then woken up by the fatty side character punching him. Somehow, Julian destroyed the kitchen, even though he was passed out - this is never explained, and makes no fucking sense

Sigh.

So, here are some hints as to what happened.

1. 

Julian has bruises all over his body, which you have consistently failed to notice.

2. 

Daniel, Julian’s friendly boyfriend, has like no negative reaction whatsoever to Brandon, some random dude, punching Julian in the fucking face

He even takes Brandon’s side and basically implants the idea that Julian did it into Julian’s head, and that last panel is rather threatening. 

Julian took insomnia medicine, and fell asleep, and then got wrongfully blamed for destroying the kitchen by Daniel, who know’s that Julian was passed out and couldn’t have done it. Who actually did destroy the kitchen is a mystery, but Daniel is the most likely culprit. 

it transitions into this trippy bullshit with blood, and body horror, and Julian's hair is suddenly short

It’s short because it’s a flashback to when he was a teenager, and he had short hair when he was a teenager so that literate people are able to understand this without getting confuzzled. 

Apollo turning into Daniel in this trippy dream sequence is also pretty relevant! 

Also, we have random nudity and sexualization of this sick person.

No, we have reveals that he’s in worse physical shape than we thought.

By the way, in your character list, you describe Daniel as

Daniel (Side Character): He may as well be a wall. This guy has no personality whatsoever. No quirks, no interests, no purpose outside of causing superficial melodrama.

If you’ve made it all the way to this point and not picked up on Daniel being an abusive boyfriend and the primary antagonist of the story, you may be beyond hope.

The rest of the chapter is Julian being angsty, and SO ILL while everyone talks about how weird he is

Again, that’s very clearly and obviously not actually what’s happening in the story.

What’s happening isn’t “Julian is sick lol”, it’s “Daniel is working to turn everyone against Julian”. That’s why he destroyed the kitchen and blamed Julian for it; to ensure that the other boys all thought Julian was a nutjob and thus keep them from reaching out to Julian and providing Julian with a guide to a healthy relationship instead of the abusive one he’s currently in. Your inability to read even slightly between the lines isn’t just distressing in terms of your inability to think critically about stories, it’s maybe worrisome re your ability to think about the real world, too. How are you this dense? It’s like watching Star Wars and not picking up that the empire and the rebellion don’t like each other. No wonder you’re confused! 

Chapter 5 is still in the works. It jumps the shark right away with Apollo getting drunk and sleeping with Julian's boyfriend. The author makes Apollo the guilty party and not the boyfriend

The comic is fairly clear that Daniel is the bad guy

This webtoon is so convoluted there is no saving it at this point. Each chapter is titled after some mental illness such as 'Monophobia', 'Anxiety', 'Psychosis'. You think they would have some thematic meaning with each chapter being about one of those things. Nope, they're just titled like that to show how EDGY this webtoon is! You can taste the cringe. Julian's mental shit has no rhyme or reason - he will act sick when the plot calls for it, and if it has anything to do with the chapter's title, it is also crazy inaccurate.

The author of this review somehow managed to read the entirety of The Guide to a Healthy Relationship without picking up that Daniel was an abuser. The comic thus seems convoluted to him because he thinks all the things happening are random events without rhyme or reason because he has completely failed to notice the whole plot, which is not subtle. Just....fucking staggering incompetence, as a critic.

Guess you’re stuck with me, anon.

[nochuobsessed]

Bite Me || Pt 11

Bite Me Masterlist

Word Count: 3.5k

Groups: BTS, Got7, NCT, Twice, Red Velvet

Au: Supernatural

Pairing: Werewolf!Yoongi x Vampire!Reader

Genre: Angst | Fluff | Smut | Au

Warnings: Gore, Smut, Supernatural Creatures, rough sex, yoongi getting off (thank you jesus)

Two days had passed since Yoongi started his heat, and you were getting annoyed. You would wake up in the middle of the night to Yoongi grinding against you and moaning your name. You’d wake him up and offer to help him out, but he’d leave the bed and go into the bathroom, jerking off until his hard on was gone. You’d lay in bed, wrapped in the pregnancy pillow, which proved to be extremely comfy, and waited for Yoongi to come back.

You moved out of the pillow, and leaned against his chest, “Baby let me help you.”

Yoongi looked sadly to you, stroking your cheek, “I don’t want to hurt you. If I get too into it, I could hurt the babies. They won’t die, but the thought of hurting even one hair on either of their heads kills me. I’m sorry.”

You pursed your lips, resting your forehead on his chest, before looking up at him, “I could give you a handjob?”

Yoongi shook his head, “I’ll be okay. I handled this before just fine, what’s one more time?”

You sighed in defeat, snuggling into his chest, “If you insist.”

But you weren’t going to stop.

The next time Yoongi was being effected by his heat, you would beat him to it.

You were both sitting on the couch in the main room, watching whatever drama was on at the time. You were cuddling up to him, his hand drawing random shapes on your baby bump. You felt him tense up, and try to adjust his sweatpants. You realized straight away what was wrong, especially from the sound of his heartbeat speeding up, and his body temperature rising.

“You okay?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow to the wolf.

“I-I’m fine,” Yoongi stammered out. You poked out your tongue and wet your lips, your hand sneaking over to his crotch, lightly beginning to palm his erection. He let out an involuntary moan, his eyes desperately locking with yours, “Y/N-”

“Let me take care of you,” You cooed, attaching your lips to his neck, biting onto the bloodsinger mark. You sucked lightly on his blood, and he let out a loud moan, his grip on your hips tightening.

“I-I don’t want to hurt you,” Yoongi choked out, “I can’t control myself.”

“You don’t have to,” You purred, climbing onto his lap. You grinded into him, your hands cupping his face.  His tongue swiped a line long your bottom lip, and you opened your mouth, allowing him entrance. His tongue intertwined with yours, tasting you completely. He

Yoongi pulled away, moving you off him abruptly, “I don’t want to risk it.”

He stood up and walked out of the room and upstairs, leaving you alone.

You bit your lip, sighing as you sat back down.

Yoongi was annoyed with himself. You were more than willing to help him out, and yet he left you high and dry. He walked into the bathroom, pulling down his sweats and letting his dick spring free. He ran his hand over his slit, getting the precum onto this hands. He spat in his hand, and coated his dick with it. It didn’t feel as good as usual, having gotten used to you in the past few months. But he needed his relief, it was killing him. He began to pump himself, already feeling on edge from your grinding. He imagined you, bent over for him, begging for his cock like you had done many times before. Every little thing you did drove him crazy. Every smile, every look, every touch. You were perfect to him. Add that to the fact that you smelled like him, and you were pregnant. What more could a wolf want? The woman he loved, pregnant by him. It was the highest of honors… and incredibly sexy. He swapped hands, finding the unfamiliar feeling making him think that it wasn’t him jerking himself off. He tried to remember everything that you usually did, pumping himself fast and then stopping, squeezing the tip before starting again slowly.

“Fuck,” Yoongi groaned, moving faster and faster. He imagined you were in front of him, mouth open and begging for him to cum on you. He felt the pressure build, and he came into his hand, throwing his head back and groaning loudly. He knew you could hear him, and he hated himself for it. But he wouldn’t give in.

His orgasm died down, and he cleaned himself up. You were still downstairs, so Yoongi came back to you, sitting down silently.

“I can smell it,” You said, moving towards him and laying your legs on his lap, “Did you think of me?”

Yoongi pressed his lips to your neck softly, “I always think of you.”

You hummed, resting your head on his shoulder, “I know you’re only trying to keep me safe, but I can take it.”

Yoongi moved you onto his lap, not feeling horny, but a need to be close to you. Your back was pressed against his chest, and his arms wrapped around you, resting on your bump, “Can we not talk about it.”

You nodded, “You know I love you, right?”

Yoongi kissed the back of your neck, sending a shiver up your spine, “I love you too.”

You smiled, before standing up abruptly, “I’m going out.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened in alarm, “Don’t leave me.”

“You have no use for me baby,” you smirked, “Besides, I’m just going to a café to meet up with the girls. We have baby shower planning to do.”

Yoongi pouted, “Leaving me when I just want cuddles.”

You shrugged, “You know what I want.” You turned around and walked upstairs, getting changed into a nicer outfit, before leaving the house, and Yoongi.

-

The Artery was a café opened by vampires, for all supernatural creatures. The owner was a friend of yours, but he was rarely in town. The café had fresh blood, from willing blood donors. To say you were looking forward to it was an understatement.

You entered the café, flashing your eyes at the guard, who let you pass. You walked to the back, seeing Yeri, Momo, Wendy and Irene, already waiting for you with their drinks.

“And here’s our expecting mother!” Wendy announced, making you laugh as you slid into the booth, “How’s the baby daddy?”

“Baby daddy is going through his heat right now but refuses to touch mommy,” You said, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, “He thinks he’ll hurt the babies.”

“You’re a vampire, the babies are vampires,” Yeri said, looking at you in surprise, “Werewolves in heat would be going crazy right?”

Everyone looked to Irene, and she provided answers, “Yoongi would be crazy, he finally has his mate, who is willing to… satisfy him. Heats are for the purpose of breeding, and Y/N is already carrying pups, his pups. The hormones in Y/N’s body would be attracting him even more. The fact that he’s able to reject her is amazing.”

You pouted, “I want to help him. Sex with Yoongi is amazing.”

“Sex with bloodsingers is always amazing,” Momo smirked, “It’s just one of the many perks I guess.”

“Can’t relate,” Irene said with a sigh, before smiling, “Your drink’s arriving.”

True to the wolfs word, a waitress arrived, placing down a glass filled with fresh, warm blood. You thanked her, your sharp teeth coming out on instinct. You took a sip, your eyes closing as the liquid slipped down your throat, the iron aftertaste strong against your lips.

“Feel better?” Yeri asked, and you nodded happily, “Good. We can start talking about the real reason we’re hear.”

“The baby shower!” Wendy said excitedly, making you laugh. The girls seemed so happy to be organizing it, which in turn made you even happier.

“Y/N gives birth in just under three months, so we should have it in two months,” Irene said. The others nodded, and Yeri pulled out a notebook to start writing things down. “We already know the genders so we don’t need a gender reveal.”

“A niece and nephew, I’m so excited!” Yeri gushed, “The theme should be purple. Blue and pink together. What do you think Y/N?”

You beamed, “I love it! I have a request about the venue.”

“Of course,” Wendy said, “At the end of the day, it’s your party, for your babies. We’re just helping out.”

“My babies,” you thought, “my babies that Yoongi and I created.” You shook your head, coming back to the conversation. “Yoongi and I have a house that will be finished building in a month. I’d like it to be at the new house, kind of like a house warming and baby shower.”

“You guys are building a house together?” Yeri asked, her face breaking out into a smile, “You guys are pretty serious now.”

You subconsciously touched your mate mark, smiling fondly, “I mean, we’re mated, and expecting two children. How much more serious can you get? Plus, the house is only because the pack house is too busy, and the celestial manor is… dangerous.”

Yeri, Momo and Wendy’s faces fell, looking at you in sympathy, “Anyway… The new house will be perfect, I’m sure,” Yeri said, writing it down, “Where is the house?”

“North side of the forest.”

Something seemed to click in Momo’s head, “So that’s the building site. I was beginning to worry that some human had decided to invade us.”

“Ugh, could you imagine?” Irene asked, the idea already making her cringe, “Humans going out for a walk at night, only to come face to face, with two wolves that are drinking blood.”

“Yoongi calls them blood pups, thanks to Jungkook,” You said, “Maybe that could be a theme for the baby shower, blood puppies.”

“I know!” Momo stood up abruptly, her hands flat on the table as she leaned over it, “We’ll get puppies!”

“I already have Dracula,” You sighed, remembering that you actually had more than just two responsibilities. “Speaking of which, can one of you guys please bring Dracula and his stuff over? I don’t think it’s fair to live in the pack house and leave him at the Manor.”

“Sure,” Wendy said, “I’ll drop by the manor and bring him.”

“Thank you,” You said, getting back on topic and planning the shower.

-

You got back home an hour later, Yoongi waiting behind the door for you.

“Someone missed me,” You smirked, walking past him and setting down your handbag. He pouted, following you around like a lost puppy, or rather, a lost wolf.

“You left me,” He said, hugging you from behind and inhaling your scent. He placed a soft kiss on your neck, and you hummed, placing your hands over his. “Don’t leave me again.”

“No promises,” You said, escaping out of his grasp, “Maybe if you let me help you, I wouldn’t have any reason to leave.”

Yoongi let out a low growl, “You know why I can’t.”

You turned around sharply, “I know why you think you can’t. It’s bullshit. All you’re doing is torturing yourself, and torturing me.”

“You?”

“Yes, me,” You huffed, sitting down on the coach, crossing your arms over your belly, “You’re not getting the help you need and deserve. You’re having to get off by yourself instead of using me. You left me high and dry this morning, and you still got off to the thought of me.”

Yoongi sat down on the couch next to you, taking your hands in his, “Y/N, I’m grateful that you want to help, but you’re too fragile. They’re too fragile.”

You rolled your eyes, standing up and walking up the stars, deciding to try one last thing.

-

“Yoongi, can you come in here for a sec?”

Yoongi huffed, standing up and walking up the stairs. He entered your shared bedroom, and froze, his eyes widened.

You sat on the bed, wearing the lingerie that you had bought days before. The black and white lace complimented your pregnant belly perfectly, your larger breasts silently asking to be touched.

“Y/N…”

“Yoongi, I tried to hold back,” You said, your hand trailing down your stomach and to your clothed core, “But I can’t any longer. If you can get off by yourself, then I’m sure I can too.”

You slipped your hand into your panties, using a finger to circle to your clit, spreading your arousal against your folds. You let out a soft moan, slowly grinding against your hand.

“Y/N, if you don’t stop, I’m going to lose control,” Yoongi warned, stepping slowly towards you, “You’re torturing me.”

You took your hand out, licking it slowly, “Please Yoongi. I need you.”

Yoongi wasted no time striding over to you, pulling his shirt off and climbing on top of you, his legs on either side of you. His attached his lips to yours roughly, forcing his tongue inside your mouth. You massaged your tongue against his, slowly grinding your hips up against him. He moved your head to the side, aggressively sucking on your neck. His canines came out, and biting into your mate mark, making you shift involuntarily. You moaned in a mix of pain and pleasure, raking your nails down Yoongi’s back.

“You wanted me,” Yoongi growled into your ear, “Now you get me.”

Yoongi sat up, and threw his pants off, licking his lips as he came back to you. He massaged your breasts over the top of your bra, before ripping the item to shreds. He massaged the soft flesh again, pinching your nipples, making you squeal and buck your hips up.

Your hand reached down to his zipper, pulling it open, revealing the werewolf sized hard-on he was baring.

“What are you doing?” Yoongi asked, watching as you slowly sat up, yanking down his jeans and bowers. You licked your lips at the sight, his red-hot cock hitting his slightly toned stomach.

“I’m helping.” You mused, gently massaging his aching balls. Yoongi sat back, brushing a hand through his hair.

You crawled towards him, hands resting on his knees as you licked a long stripe up his shaft. His breathing grew heavier as you pressed a kiss to his tip, his pre-cum spreading onto your soft lips.

“That’s it baby,” Yoongi groaned, licking his lips at the sight of you in front of him, finally doing what you had both been dying to do. You hollowed out your cheeks, sticking out your tongue as you finally took him in. You went slowly, taking all of him so that his tip hit the back of your throat, “Sweetheart don’t push yourself.”

You closed your mouth around him, pulling off him with a pop, “I’m not pushing myself.” Your mouth enclosed around him once more, and your began bobbing your head up and down, trying to make his dick as wet as possible, whilst trying to take in as much as possible. Yoongi entangled a hand in your hair, pushing your head down a bit further every time.

“Fuck baby, swallow around me.”

You licked his tip again, before going all the way down. You attempted to swallow, but ended up gagging. You sat back, a line of spit connecting you to his cock.

Yoongi lifted your chin up, “You’re alright sweetheart.” You nodded, and tried again, this time swallowing around him, emitting a loud groan from the wolf. You brought your hand forward, massaging his balls as you felt him swell up, a clear sign he was about to cum.

“Almost there-“

You tightened your lips around him more, making your movements go faster, as he moved his hips in harmony with you. A guttural moan left his throat as he came, his seed going straight down your throat, not giving you a chance to taste him.

You sat back up, wiping your mouth, before dropping your jaw, “You’re still hard.”

“We haven’t finished yet,” Yoongi growled, pushing you down and connecting your lips. His arms wrapped around you, lifting you up and into his lap. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your belly pressed to his as you sloppily locked lips.

“You still up for more?” Yoongi mumbled against your lips. You kissed him again, nodding as he sat you back down, bending down and moving your panties to the side. He gently spread your folds, trailing a finger up and down your slit.

“Finger me already, I’ve earned it, don’t you think?” You smirked, before it changed into a moan, arching your back as he slowly entered two fingers into your core. He moved slowly, coating his fingers in your arousal. He felt every part of you, scissoring his fingers.

“So warm and wet,” Yoongi said, his fingers moving at a steady space, “All for me?”

“Only you baby,” You moaned, clenching lightly around his fingers. He climbed up more, his fingers never leaving your core as he connected his lips to yours, hovering above you as not to hurt your belly.

You began to squirm as he curled his fingers, making your grip the sheets, “Fuck, baby I’m gonna-“

You never finished your sentence, as you squirted again, covering Yoongi’s lower half in your liquid.

Yoongi growled lowly, “You get hotter every time you do that.”

You moved your hips, “Even as I’m pregnant?”

Yoongi licked up your slit, “Especially when you’re pregnant.” Yoongi quickly grabbed a pillow, placing it under your back. He caressed your cheek, kissing you roughly,

“Yoongi, I need you inside me,” You moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his jaw.

“Anything for my mate,” He whispered, squeezing your thighs, before ripping your panties off you. He gave his cock a few pumps, covering it in your arousal.

“You ready sweetheart?” Yoongi asked, pushing gently against you.

You nodded, “I’ve waited long enough.”

He pushed into you, groaning loudly as his cock was devoured by your pussy. He didn’t move, wanting to savor the feeling of himself inside you. You clenched around him, getting annoyed by the lack of friction.

“Patience baby, patience,” Yoongi smirked, moving out of you, before snapping back into you, making you moan out in pleasure, “This is gonna be the best fuck of your life.”

“I have no doubts-“

Yoongi began thrusting into you at an animalistic pace, growling lowly, “Fuck- you feel, so good.” He attached his lips to your neck, biting into the flesh, tearing through the bite scar as he injected his venom back into you, making you scream, the burning feeling through your veins making the experience so much better.

“Fuck Yoongi-“ You bucked your hips up, letting Yoongi fuck you deeper than before. His thrusts were perfect, hitting your sweet spot every time. His eyes had turned red, his canines still bared. He was going crazy, and you dug your nails into his pale biceps, “I’m gonna squirt again-“

He pulled out, using his cock to rub your clit aggressively, as you let loose, letting your liquids come out, bringing you a pleasurable feeling.

Yoongi smirked as he entered you again, going faster than before due to the increased wetness you had caused. He lazily played with your clit, too focused on getting you both to another high.

You clenched around him, pressure building up in your clit as you legs spasmed from how sensitive you were, telling you and Yoongi that you were almost getting to your high.

“You’re close sweetheart,” Yoongi growled, pressing your hips down carefully, “You’re gonna scream my name.”

He went faster, harder. So hard you were sure that if you were human, you would break. He hand on your clit went as crazy as his thrusts did, slowing down partially, before getting a boost of adrenaline.

“I’m cumming-“

“YOONGI!”

You clenched hard around him, your vision going white as Yoongi bite into your shoulder, vibrations being sent through your skin from his muffled grunts. His cum poured into you, and you took it eagerly, finding the feeling of his cum inside you comforting.

He pulled out, panting hard. He fell on the bed next to you, smiling as your hand subconsciously linked with his, squeezing it weakly.

You caught your breath, wiping your sweat from your forehead, “Feel better?”

“I should be fine for the rest of the week now,” Yoongi sighed, rolling onto his side to face you, “Thank you, really.”

You snuggled into his side, letting sleep overtake your exhausted body, “I love you.”

Yoongi chuckled, kissing your forehead sweetly, “I love you too sweetheart.”

[sea-m0nster]

Bentiv’s profile (viewable only OOC)

General:

Name: Bentiv, Azigus, Bea, she has Many names.

Alias(es)/Title: The Puppeteer

Species: some cat lizard alien.

Age: two sweeps older than The Armourer. Also an adult, also ancestor aged. Has a descendant.

Sign: Aries.

Blood Color, caste: purpleblood.

Powers: Extremely strong chucklevoodoos based on different sorts of hallucination. Can also do basic brain-to-brain communication to talk to people. Her fear factor for controlling lies mostly on paranoia and feeling like you aren’t actually being controlled and you’ve wanted to do this all along, but she can also make you straight up hallucinate the scenarios and implant fake memories on your brain. She can play this for days on end. It only works if you’re susceptible to being mind controlled and these specific fears.

Gender: Woman (she/her).

Sexuality: Gay.

Occupation(s): it’s a secret! She's a rebel killer for the empire, but mostly works as a specialized doctor. A spy i guess.

Physical:

She’s very tall with a large mass of long kinky hair, shaved on the left side of her head. She has sideswept long bangs, curly as the rest of her hair, almost covering her eye. Sometimes she wears her hair on a high ponytail, sometimes her husband braids it fancy for her. Her horns are asymmetrical, one of them being taller and curved twice, and the other is straight and shorter. She is always wearing her clown makeup in ashen white and black, the pattern is a thick “V” shape that starts at her temples and ends past her mouth, like a bird's beak. She also wears red, pink or purple lipstick and eyeliner on occasion.

She has a big build being midsize fat and buff, has wide strong shoulders and big thighs and breasts. She has a couple of hand poked tattoos on her legs and religious tattoos on her back, arm and chest. She wears lots of different attires, usually short dresses or overalls, paired with boots or heels, usually red. She also wears a black and purple overcoat on occasion.

Personal

Religion: high ranking chama branca messianic cult member. Bacsktage member of the church, and is the Go To person for members that are out of planet.

MBTI: ESFP

Likes: chatting, drawing, costuming, making dolls, arts and crafts, partying, dancing, singing, fighting, having power over people, most scenarios where she is the strongest person in the room, tea, interesting people, weapons.

Neutral towards: doing you favors unless she likes you well enough.

Dislikes: being bored, most types of authority, people that are too sweet, people that are mentally weak.

Positive traits: quick thinker, good at talking, very charismatic, exciteable if you bring up the right topics, creative, protective, good at chatting.

Negative traits: manipulative, violent and snaps very quickly, devil’s advocate unironically, lack of morals and ethics, threatens people a lot. She’s very insensitive, she can and will bring topics that make you sad or angry or self conscious just to be a dick. She genuinely enjoys being bad and mean towards other people and she doesn’t care at all, specially if she's neutral/negative towards you. She likes stepping on toes!

Misc brain stuff: Extremely prone to being understymulated and bored, adhd queen. Needs a constant influx of things to do or she can and WILL start causing problems on purpose, ranging all the way from petty house rearrangement to arson, torture and murder.

Random stuff i find fun: She actively refuses to learn other languages because she can talk through her voodoos to other people, and she’ll force herself into their brain to do so, it's usually not noticeable unless you're very mind control aware, and harmless when she does it to talk. Big big big disclaimer i have to put here: SHE CAN BE VERY VIOLENT and only actually likes a handful of people enough to be safe to be in the same room as her alone and even then not always. I’m TRYING to keep her tame in here, and she’s canonically only being this nice and stuff because this is armourer’s blog and they have an agreement over the usage of the blog, so don’t expect her to be nice if you’re meeting her on an 1x1 basis not being mediated by armourer. She is a cunt. I will never make her do anything without your consent, but she’s not a nice or safe character to be near.

Relationship Status: Troll married to Armourer. no, they're not actually dating, they're just best friends. Single and poly. She's horrible though. Talk to me if you’re interested.

[commandershepardvasfuckit]

Describe your OC

Part 2/2 because I love Amicus and Ajaa and couldn’t choose

Tagged by @saphistar

GENERAL

Name: Ajaa Na Rova (angara)

Alias(es): None

Gender: Something between male and non binary (uses a Shelesh pronoun that doesn’t translate, but boils down to “I don’t have a gender but I do have a dick).

Age: 25

Place of birth: Tershaav, Havarl

Spoken languages: Shelesh

Sexual orientation: Pan

Occupation: Agricultural scientist

APPEARANCE

Eye color: Very dark blue with flecks of sliver and gold

Hair color: N/A - very rich blue skin with lighter blue around his cowl, and dark purple speckles on the top of his head, sides of his cowl, shoulders, and backs of his arms

Height: 6'4”

Scars: pretty much his entire back is all scar tissue

Burns: a large portion of his lower back

Overweight: No

Underweight: No

FAVOURITE

Color: purple and green

Hair color: no favorite, he just loves Julie’s hair

Eye color: Since all angara have blue eyes he’s fascinated by anything not blue

Music genre: Julie showed him orchestra music and he loves it

Movie genre: Romance or comedy

TV show: Julie showed him the old show Planet Earth and he’s hooked

Food: very sweet fruits, guilty pleasure is sliced deli meat. Angara are herbivores (head canon) so they can’t really breakdown animal proteins and it makes them sick, but Ajaa really likes deli ham and eats it anyway when Julie isn’t looking. She no longer has pity for him when he’s sick

Drink: taavum and fruit juice

Book: he doesn’t really read for fun, but his favorite story is about an angara who couldn’t find a lover so they prayed to the stars and their ancestors so the the soul of a long dead lover who was never reincarnated was sent to them in a body made stardust

HAVE THEY

Passed university: no formal education. His family taught him to read at write, and he’s very intuitive in general, but he’s mostly self taught

Had sex: Yes

Had sex in public: No

Gotten pregnant: Not possible, nor has he gotten someone pregnant

Kissed a boy: Yes

Kissed a girl: Yes

Gotten tattoos : No

Gotten piercings: No, but a lot of people in his family had two piercings on the right side of that top front head ridge and he’d like to eventually get around to that

Had a broken heart: Yeah, he falls in love too easily

Been in love: Many times

Stayed up for more than 24 hours: yup

ARE THEY

A virgin: No

A cuddler: good luck prying him off you

A kisser: oh yeah

Scared easily: Yeah, sudden loud sounds, gunfire, ships/shuttles, loud thunder (stems from ptsd)

Jealous easily: Not as much now, but when he was younger he was upset that he couldn’t run and play since he was recovering and was jealous of other kids

Trustworthy: He’s trustworthy and very quick to trust others.

Dominant: He can take charge in general when needed, but in bed he’s a big softy who likes to please people

Submissive: I wouldn’t say he’s submissive in any sense, though he handles being bossed around in bed better than in day to day life

In love: Very much so

Single: Nope!

RANDOM QUESTIONS

Have they harmed themselves: Not purposely, but he’ll neglect himself or do things he know he shouldn’t with his injuries and it’ll cause him harm

Thought of suicide: Yes

Attempted suicide: No

Wanted to kill someone: Yes

Ride a horse: He’d fall right off if he tried, he’s not a coordinated person

Have/had a job: yup, agricultural scientist

Have any fears: Debilitating fear of losing people he’s close to, it’s caused him to subconsciously sabotage a lot of his relationships

FAMILY

Sibling(s): 7 siblings, 4 brothers, 3 sisters (he was a middle child of 8) all deceased from the kett attack

Parents: both deceased from the kett attack, but they were scientists working on weaponizing native plant toxins into nerve gas to use against the kett. Ajaa’s fascination with plants comes from them.

Children: Nope, and does not want any. He knows he really wouldn’t be able to keep up with kids with his health

Pets: None for the same reason as kids.

Tagging @vanguardpaladinkeith @tali-zorah-vas-nerd @maepricot @htfnoelle @thejollywriter

[iimmcrtalis-archive]

Biography:

       In all your years, you’ve never really fit in with anyone. Not the humans, not the fae. Not anyone. With no connection to your own people, you weren’t exactly known or cared for. Not that it stopped you from existing in defiance of it. You survived because you could. 

     For most of your life, you were alone. Solitary creature to avoid the brutality of your kin; to avoid the shackles they wanted to bind you in. To keep your freedom. You were born with no connection to the hive mind and left to die. They did not care for you. & you certainly didn’t care for them. Until your magic manifested, no one sought you out without it being to harm you. Til you gained your magic, no creature came to you in a manner of peace. & when it did, a being - old, ancient, respected - came to you. It offered to teach you the ways of marking your kin, of the delicate workings of a blade & needle. And ink. 

     It gave you your own markings, ones that matched its own. Took you in as not a child but as an apprentice. It still showed you no care, but you were its. & that’s all that mattered. 

   All anyone cared about: You had been redeemed.

  But the shackles of learning, the weight of what it meant to be marked, & the way people still looked at you. It all drove you mad, and you lashed out. The path of your exit left an impact on the world around it. The wake of your departure tore apart the foundation of your people, not that you knew, or cared. All you knew was the pain that was on your chest, your lungs burning and the blood pooling in your mouth. 

    There was no plan. There was no direction. And as such, you ended up with the giants. Gentle guardians of the border who fed you and did not misjudge you immediately. You spent years in their realm till you got bored & wanted to see the rest of the universe had to offer. & this landed you, eventually, in the realm of mortals. 

   You had only heard stories, from travelers between realms, about the realm of humans. But their stories were understatements of the beauty. Of the life within the realm. It was fascinating and exciting, thrilling. And you loved every second. 

   You still do, really. After millennia’s spent on the planet, you’ve grown to appreciate it all. Never really settling down. You were still an outcast, for the most part. Your features scared most mortals for a long time, even if you shifted your skin from pale grey to pale white, you couldn’t hide your eyes. But, you still enjoyed your time. 

   Still enjoyed finding the few like you, or the mortals that wanted to know magic. You used your magic to make a name for yourself, master of inks and markings for even the immortals whose bodies rejected most inks. It was your specialty. 

    For once you were free to use your magic. To control your life & use it how you wanted. Never did you think freedom would find you here but, it had. And gods do you love it. 

Stats:

Name: Igne ( Ih-ng-uh │ ing-a )  Nicknames: Iggy. Inky. Titles: n/a Age: ‘who the fuck cares, dude?’ ( well over 10,000) Birthday: n/a Gender: non-binary ( they/she ) Sexuality: lesbian │ demiromantic Birthplace: Svartalfheimr Residence: everywhere Relatives:               Unknown father.                Unknown mother.                Unknown siblings.

Height: 6′2″ Weight: 140lbs Character’s body build: athletic, mildly toned. Eye Color: black sclera, right eye’s a bright red, left is a bright purple Hair Color: block Hairstyle: shaved sides, top usually slicked back or just wild.  Complexion and skin tone: pale as heck Scars: multiple facial scars. circular design branding’s on their face & body.  Mannerisms: Very relaxed at all times. Usually has a small smile on their face. Tends to deliver sentences very deadpan or monotone. Usual Body Posture: loose, slouched. while sitting they usually perch on the back of chairs, or have their feet on the chair. standing is casual and uncaring.  Tattoos: ngl i’m lazy and not gonna list all of them. but all the ones their fc, ruby rose, has except the portraits. Class/race: Dark Elf

Powers & Abilities:

Elven Based Abilities:  

Ink Manipulation:  User can create, shape and manipulate ink, including moving ink, change the color, consistency/viscosity between solid and liquid, etc., even if the ink is printed/written/tattooed. They can write/scribe/tattoo without tools by manipulating ink.

Superhuman strength, stamina, durability, longevity, healing factor - can be enhanced by magic.

Heightened senses, excellent nightvision and sense of smell. Can smell pheromones.

Telekinesis- a somewhat advanced level.

Hivemind: is connected telepathically and tele-empathically with all dark elves

Lunar empowerment

Extremely stealthy, expert at throwing knives and archery, skilled combatant, extensive knowledge in different poisons and venom

Highly trained in old spells that manipulate the elements.

MAGIC:

Offensive Magic:

Magic Attacks

Magic Combat

Power Absorption

Defensive Magic:

Force-Field Generation

Healing Magical

Energy Absorption

Miscellaneous Abilities

Elemental Manipulation

Magic Aura

Magic Detection

Magic Generation

Magical Constructs

Magical Energy Manipulation

Magically Enhanced Physiology

Potion Creation - for various purposes (i.e. explosive, healing)

Shapeshifting

Summoning/Banishment

Telepathy

Teleportation

Transmutation

VERSES:

Long Ago: Tag    Literally anything from pre-earth shit to like iunno 1950′s? or something who knows. old crap. 

Future: Tag    for them times i’m feeling like wow i bet they’re chillin in space like ‘lmao look at that rock it looks like a dick.’ do they have to be in space? nah. but ya know. Future Things. 

Inquisition Related:

   •  Companion: Tag     Ancient elf fuck who would fight the creators with a spoon in a denny’s parking lot. Probably a sick af arcane warrior or reaver tbh. Fckn who knows maybe an assassin i unno. they like stabbing things tho so. Also still trained in giving tattoos to dalish and stuff. 

 •    Inquisitor: Tag   #fucked applies really well here ngl. Nah, they’re a chill inquisitor who sides with the mages just because like. fuck the chantry? very chill and relaxed tho. doesn’t give a fuck about the whole orlesian bullshit either god. ruthless af too tho lmaoooo. choppin off ppls heads like they’re nothing. always does it themselves too. Ready to brawl w/ everyone. Still ancient and Tired. Knows what it is ya know. just gives solas a look like bro really?

DC:  Tag    ink fucker who probably isn’t a villain but defo a lawbreaker and gives ZERO fucks about it. 

Fallout: Tag   Primarily Fallout  4.       ghoul fuck? synth fuck? who knows. they’re living in some building by/in goodneighbor. doin tattoos and sellin drugs. good with a shotgun and good with knives.

Overwatch:  Tag   dps string bean always ready to brawl. has some connection to both talon & overwatch. what is it? no one knows!! they’re an enigma that has their side bc they don’t care lm ao. 

Mass Effect Trilogy:  Tag    your average asari ( probably or maybe human? drell?) assassin w/ biotics and a knack for shotguns and swords. defo recruitable in me1. probably flirts w/ fuckin fem!shep. only romancable for a fem!shep. 

Mass Effect: Andromeda: Tag   iunno their species but w/e they’re a mutual party in most things and would hook ryder up w/ some sick ink and also blast the hell out of the kett. 

Elder Scrolls: Tag   dark elvesss dark elf! DARK ELF!! former dark brotherhood, how’d you leave? who the fuck is gonna stop me from leavin bub. honestly tho really sneaky. good w/ locks. probably now in the thieves guild? doesn’t like killin ppl unless they have to. 

The Raven Cycle:  Tag     Crossover with their normal verse.    Sort of a drifter in the town. chills out w/ revas a lot. Likes the dreampack over gangsey l mao. but ya know. they’re their for moral supporter and mild protection really. also bc they’re old as balls and probably know a bunch of magic shit to help

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[astralsweetness]

A New Experience (Wonwoo/Reader)(m)

let’s go let’s goo

Note: No gender is specified for the reader

Warnings: Cross-dressing, overstimulation, Wonwoo’s sort of insecure in his masculinity so some body worshipping

There was a rush as he did it, his heart beating out a pattern of “this is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong” as his fingers quietly pulled open the drawer he’d seen you open so many times.

It lay there, unassuming in all its softness, the pale purple a sweet contrast against the white fabric of his long sleeved sweater. His fingers curled into the soft fabric, drawing them up and out of the drawer as unbidden thoughts came to mind – he’d seen you wear this so often, laid out beneath him, vulnerable and waiting to be taken by him and him alone.

But it’s always been in the back of his mind – a small nagging thought in the deep recesses of his mind about what it would feel like to be in your position.

Not physically in your position, mind you. He’d been down that road more than once, and enjoyed it just as much as he did topping. But lingerie..

Lingerie was another story all together. It was something soft, something different, something taboo and honestly ever since he got the idea to try yours on a few months ago he hadn’t been able to think about anything else.

Even as he slid his loose sweatpants off his hips he could feel his dick hardening – but he told himself he wouldn’t be in the undergarment long, and that even if he was he wouldn’t do anything.

The sweatpants were folded and put neatly on the floor next to the drawer which still housed the top to your lingerie. You were supposed to be home in half an hour, and he wasn’t about to risk having the time disadvantage of taking every item of clothing off if you came home early.

Wonwoo felt vaguely guilty – it wasn’t like he didn’t trust you or anything like that. It was just.. embarrassing, honestly. He never wanted you to see him as anything less than a man, and pastel purple lingerie wasn’t exactly the most masculine thing a guy could wear.

He’d been planning this since that morning when you said you were going to run to the store – he was so “well prepared” that he’d forgone underwear completely.

They felt light and airy between his fingertips, feeling almost like he was just carrying a scrap of lacy fabric with two bows on it instead of something someone was supposed to wear. He stopped in front of the full length mirror attached to the wall, inspecting first his reflection and then the contrast of color against his skin.

He was slowly talking himself out of it – this was a bad idea on so many levels. If someone saw him – someone other than you – or if you didn’t like it. What if he didn’t look as good as you did? What would you do?

He’s moving before another negative thought can hit him, quickly but delicately and with purpose as he pulls the fabric up his body. They sit low on his hips, and he has to adjust himself so he fits properly in them, but just looking down it doesn’t look too bad.

Wonwoo doesn’t want to look at his reflection anymore – the fabric feels good against his skin, and his hands rest lightly on either side of his now covered dick, pressing the lace into it.

He liked how it felt.

What if he liked how it looked too? This was supposed to be a one-time thing, nothing more – Wonwoo glances up into the mirror and catches his reflection in it. The lacy underwear sits flush against his skin, and he subconsciously smooths his hands along the lingerie, turning to view his backside in it.

His ass looked pretty good, if he did say so himself.

He’s not thinking out his actions anymore, hands slowly creeping back to his front – he startles as he rubs his hand over his dick harder than before, electric tingles sparking out across his skin. He hesitantly repeats the action, slower and more drawn out – his lip catches between his teeth, gaze dropping away from the mirror. It felt too good, better than it should have.

“Wonu?” The voice comes from you, and you’re met by your boyfriend’s wide-eyed stare, his body twisting around to look at you. He’s frozen, guilty, dreading what the next words out of your mouth are going to be.

You’re honestly not sure what exactly went on to get to this point, but it’s clear from the way he’s acting that he had not expected you to be home yet.

“What are you doing?” You ask it softly, moving to drape your coat over the back of one of the chairs in the room. Wonwoo’s dark eyes follow you, expression still a mix between startled and terrified.

“I’m –“ His naturally deep voice cracks, and you glance up at him in worry. He’s not meeting your gaze, eyes on his sweatpants on the floor. “I’m sorry, I just – just wanted to know what it felt like..”

It looks good.” You respond easily, smiling at the way his gaze snaps back to yours. His hands sort of hover in front of the lingerie, almost like he’s trying to hide it from you. “How does it feel?”

He shifts, clearly hesitating in answering, giving you time to think the situation over. The entire scenario is completely unexpected, and as nice as Wonwoo looks he’s clearly uncomfortable having been caught.

“It’s okay.” You soothe softly, moving towards him. He watches you quietly, but doesn’t move away when you approach him, so you take that as a good sign. “You look really good, babe. But do you feel good?” Your hands reach out to grasp ahold of his, though they hover in the air in front of him for a moment before he slowly removes his hands from where they were covering himself.

“Y- yeah.” He stutters over the single word, but his face holds no embarrassment over the fumble. He seems shocked that you accepted this situation so easily, shocked that you weren’t angry or disgusted.

You’re slightly hurt over that, but don’t say so. You know it has more to do with him accepting himself than you accepting him.

You stretch up to kiss him, and he bends down the few inches so your lips can touch softly, innocently. And while the kiss is innocent, you can tell he doesn’t mean for it to be – there’s a palpable fire burning behind it, and his hesitance is the only thing keeping it at bay.

“Is it okay if I make you feel even better?” You expect him to respond with the same hesitance as before, but something in him breaks at those words and the connotation behind it. When he nods he’s already stepping back towards the bed, sliding onto the white satin comforter.

Aside from the lingerie, this was familiar territory. He’d been submissive for you before, and knew what came along with it. The lace was just something new, something that could be potentially exciting.

Something scary.

He’s laid out on the bed on his back, the whites of both his sweater and the bedspread contrasting with his skin and pastel purple lace. He’s gorgeous, and when you tell him so his face tints pink high up on his cheekbones.

“So are you.” His compliment is awkward and weirdly placed, but you grin at it and he mirrors the grin back, albeit smaller.

Your hands slide up his bare legs, his thighs, fingers smoothing over the expanse of skin the lingerie doesn’t cover. He shivers slightly from the gentle touch, fingers curling into the satin when your own fingers traipse across the lace, coming to stop directly beside his covered dick. His eyes bore into your own.

“You’re okay with trying this, right Wonwoo?” You check, awaiting his response patiently. You watch his adam’s apple bob when he swallows, watch his tongue dart out to wet his lips.

“Yes.” It’s a soft murmur of affirmation, and you slowly drag your hand over his semi-hard bulge. His bottom lip has caught between his teeth again at the feeling, fingers curling into the fabric beneath him. He looks gorgeous like this, but his gaze is on the ceiling instead of you, and his breathing has already become erratic.

“Wonwoo.” He swallows but doesn’t look at you, can’t get out of his own head long enough to overcome his insecurities. “You look beautiful, Wonu, but we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

It takes a few more moments of silence before his gaze is drawn back to yours, and you can see in his eyes that he’s struggling to accept what you’ve said – but he is trying.

“Is it – “ He takes a sharp breath through his nose when you remove your hand, watching him patiently. “Is it really okay for me to wear something like this?”

“Of course it is.” Your response is instant, voice calm and steady, and he seems reassured by the sound of it alone. “If it feels good, then of course it’s okay. And you look good in it, too.”

He’s quiet after your words, and when he moves to scoot away you think he’s changed his mind, but he simply moves to sit with his back to the headboard, legs spread slightly for you still. His hesitance is still clear on his face, but there’s a determination there that wasn’t present before.

“I promise, Wonwoo.” Even after saying this you don’t move until he nods slightly, one hand gesturing you forward again.

“I’m sorry –“ Your lips are on his before he can even get the apology out – he has nothing to apologize for in the first place.

“Don’t be.” You whisper once the two of you break apart, lips dropping down to his neck to mouth at the skin there. You can feel his pulse beneath your lips, and his breathing has become erratic again, but you don’t worry about it this time. This time it’s not due to panic, but rather your own ministrations. His fingers curl into your shoulder, gently pushing you down lower – when you reach the collar of his sweater you glance up at him once before dropping back down to the lingerie. He makes no move to stop you, hand still on your shoulder, anchoring him.

Your lips trail along the outline of his dick, tongue darting out to wet the transparent fabric – he doesn’t react much other than to swipe his thumb over your shoulder, a quiet urging.

You continue to mouth at his lace covered cock until he’s fully hard, liking the way he’s begun to let out tiny groans of appreciation at the feeling. You’re tempted to drag it out longer, but he doesn’t give you the chance and hooks his own thumbs under the waistband, letting it settle directly below his dick. You glance up at him once for reassurance – for you and for him – before you duck down and wrap your lips around its head.

He lets out a soft sigh at the feeling, legs spreading further unknowingly for you as you slide down further. You don’t stop until you feel him hit the back of your throat, and when you swallow his breath catches in his own throat and turns into a choked cough. Your fingers have slid beneath him, digging into his ass cheeks still covered in lace, kneading both the fabric and skin – a soft moan is torn from his lips at all the sensations, and the fingers on your shoulder tighten.

There’s a few more minutes that go by like this, small sounds being torn from his throat while you mercilessly pleasure him until his entire body is going tense, muscles taught as he orgasms into your mouth with a rough grunt. You swallow it all easily.

When you pull off of him his cock is shiny and red, a stark contrast with the softness of the lingerie beneath it – you reach out and grasp it firmly, pumping your hand up and down it with the sole aim to tease.

“Don’t – don’t stop..!” His plea is a strangled one, deep voice begging you and urging you on – you comply easily, though with your hand and not your mouth this time, not exactly surprised by his outburst but certainly pleased.

He’s shaking underneath you, mouth hanging open in pleasure and slight pain from the overstimulation he asked for, hands gripping the bedspread so tightly his knuckles have turned white.

“Fuck – fuck – it’s too much, too fucking much –“ He rambles incoherently, voice thick with pleasure and lust and pain and everything in between. You’re quiet, but your normally silent boyfriend is making enough noise for the both of you combined.

He’s squirming uncontrollably, and within a few seconds he orgasms again for the second time, and his words turn into an exhalation in the form of a deep groan, the purple lingerie becoming completely ruined between the mix of come and pre-come.

You give him a few moments to come down from his high, slipping off the bed to grab his sweatpants for him. When you arrive back by his bedside he’s watching you with dark and loving eyes, already in the process of peeling off the sticky underwear. He accepts his pants with a grateful smile, chuckling when you wrinkle your nose at the lingerie he drops on the floor.

“We’ll need to buy a new pair.” You mumble, looking at the discarded lace.

“Sure.” He answers easily, clearly having had a change of heart regarding the undergarments. “We should try white, next time.”

[thebibliomancer]

Essential Avengers: Avengers #102: What to Do Till the SENTINELS Come!

August 1972

Although we only get this title halfway through the book.

So, yes, the cover is a liiiiiiiiiie. I mean, the events depicted basically happen but its not the main plot. Although, again, the main plot doesn’t kick in until the book is half over and with so much page space given to the Grim Reaper, it basically is a co-plot.

I have to say, I do like all the angry Avengers heads glaring at Vision. They’re preemptively angry at him for even being in the same room as the traitorous offer.

Anyway, we start off Plot A with Vision walking through a bad neighborhood. Some felonious fellas try to mug him because some people just don’t read the news.

It doesn’t go well. Vision is paying them no attention at all and just walks down an alley and vanishes into the wall.

Through the wall, Vision finds himself in a frozen food locker where he is to meet with someone who sent him an unsigned letter. And of course its Grim Reaper. C’mon. Look at the cover.

Vision wants to know what Grim Reaper wants and Grim Reaper obliges him. He wants to fulfill the purpose that has haunted his dreams. HE WANTS TO DESTROY THE AVENGERS!

And he wants his best bro, Vision, to help him out.

Okay, a lot of things wrong with that. Vision doesn’t have brothers. Two, there’s no way he’d turn against the Avengers. Three, he’s pretty sure that Grim Reaper is mad.

Grim Reaper doesn’t like being called mad, apparently, so he shoots Vision with his scythe since scythes are well known projectile weapons, and that starts a short beam of war between the two.

When it ends in stalemate, Grim Reaper again asks his brother, Vision, to join him. Vision wonders why Grim Reaper thinks they’ll ever be more than enemies.

Glad you asked! If you’ll look behind this wall Grim Reaper just melted, you’ll see a body in a tube. BUT! Not just any tube body!

Its the lifeless dead preserved corpse body of Simon Williams, aka Wonder Man.

One wonders, man, how Grim Reaper got his hands on his brother’s body and why he was buried in his costume but whatever.

Grim Reaper claims that since Vision’s mind was based on Simon’s brain patterns, Vision’s mind can be transferred into the Wonder Man body.

Wonder Man will live again but perhaps more importantly for the Vision specifically, Vision will become a real flesh boy!

This gives Vision pause. Apparently, with his computer brain, he deduces that it is technically possible. And he thinks fleetingly of Scarlet Witch and presumably his hang-ups about not dating her because he’s a robit.

Grim Reaper sweetens the deal. Vision won’t have to help destroy the Avengers. Just stand aside and not help them when Grim Reaper springs his trap.

Oh but don’t get the bright idea of capturing Grim Reaper and just taking the body. Its been booby trapped. If he takes it without Grim’s say-so, it will dissolve in an half-hour.

Even with all this, Vision turns down the offer. Grim Reaper insists that he’ll change his mind and gives Vision a special amulet that he can use to communicate with him if he changes his mind.

Vision accepts the amulet but only as a memento, he says.

As Vision turns to leave, Grim Reaper insists that they’ll meet again soon and that time Vision will be the one begging for a meeting.

So Vision walks right back through the wall he entered through and wouldn’t you know it, those two felonious fellas from earlier are still waiting. BECAUSE WHEN A MARK WALKS THROUGH A WALL YOU JUST WAIT FOR THEM TO WALK BACK OUT.

But this time, Vision notices them.

And then he walks off.

Meanwhile, back at Avengers Mansion, Scarlet Witch is lost in thought, thinking about love and responsibility. She’s supposed to be replacing Hawkeye on monitor duty but he decides that its time to hit on her again.

And Clint Barton is still bad bad bad with gender politics.

He cuts her off when she tries to tell him something and then forces a kiss on her.

Which of course means that's the moment when Vision decides to walk in. Law of irony. And he instantly turns around and walks back out.

So he misses the kiss ending and Clint complaining that Wanda wasn’t kissing him back. And now she tells him the thing she was going to tell him: she doesn’t have feelings for him, there can never be anything between them. Because she’s already in love with the Vision.

And Clint for once in his life does the right thing. He shuts up and leaves. That’s not even me dumping on him. That’s the caption boxes.

And now Plot B.

UP IN SPACE, STARCORE ONE, A SUNWATCH STATION.

But as the scientists aboard monitor the sun, they notice something very odd. A bunch of specks orbiting unbelievably close to the Sun. They can’t determine what they were, just that they’re heading towards... EARTH!

But, we the readers can see what they are. We the readers are pretty lucky.

WHAT TO DO TILL THE SENTINELS COME!

Starcore One reports back to General Ross, who I guess actually does stuff when he’s not chasing the Hulk. General Ross orders a lid to be put on the news. It is not to get to the media.

So obviously it gets to the media.

Which is where the Avengers hear about it.

Geez. The Avengers really do learn a disproportionate amount of things from television and radio news.

Anyway, since it was already leaked to the press, Starcore One releases the photo they took of the specks and the calculation that the whatevers will reach Earth atmosphere in three days.

Weird things around the sun jog some memory with Quicksilver but he is disinclined to share it with the class.

Instead he just muses to himself, recapping some stuff from X-Men #57-59. When the son of Bolivar Trask reactivated the mutant-hunting Sentinel androids. The Sentinels proved a match for the X-Men and even for Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch but were dealt with when Cyclops convinced them to try to fight the sun.

This could all be pertinent information but Pietro, Quicksilver, is too prideful to confess his fears to the other Avengers.

And then Wanda decides she’s going on a nighttime walk in Central Park. Quicksilver protests that she’s going to go out alone dressed like that but Wanda insists that she can take care of herself.

Because when what is about to happen happens, it is absolutely essential that it happens right after Wanda tried to be independent. The story wouldn’t be complete without that little F-You to the character.

Anywayyy.

Quicksilver asks Vision to say something to her but he’s all ‘beep boop it is not my place to meddle in the ways of hoomans.’ And then Thor tells him that he protests too much.

“Beneath thine icy exterior, Avenger, thou seem’st far too sensitive. In every way, save only in body, thou too, art human!”

So Vision walks over to the window to brood, as he is wont to do.

Lucky thing he does because as he’s brooding and as the narrative caption boxes are practically shouting at Vision to be less of an idiot and to go out and tell Wanda how he feels, he spots something in the sky.

Vision tells Jarvis to alert the other Avengers and immediately flies out toward the park.

But he is too late. The Sentinel has already found Wanda in the park and grabbed her in its giant purple hand.

Vision tries to blast it but Sentinels are adaptive. It scans Vision, determines he is solar powered, and siphons off his solar energy. Somehow. Anyway, it leaves Vision weakened.

Interestingly, when the Sentinel scans the Vision, it detects his base technology is three decades old and was later modified to have a solar battery. Hmm... a clue to the Vision’s origin.

But then Quicksilver shows up. Vision insists that they need to work together, combine their attacks to defeat the Sentinel but Quicksilver chooses this moment to be a dick.

Oh and then the rest of the Avengers show up, just as Vision gets SWOT!’d into the lake.

The Avengers attack the Sentinel, trying to get it to let go of Wanda but it just announces that its mission is complete and departs with Wanda still captive. Doing some kind of weird ultra-linear leap/space-time warp to vanish.

Vision drags himself out of the lake and Cap fills him in on what happened. What they need to do now is come up with some kind of plan to find the Sentinels and rescue Wanda.

Annnnnd Quicksilver has a bit of an understandable but unhelpful freak out. The assembled might of the much vaunted Avengers could do nothing when Wanda needed them. He wants no part in any plan they come up with!

Vision insists that Pietro will join them when he’s ready but contrary spite is a powerful thing and Pietro insists that he’ll find and rescue Wanda on his own! Screw y’all!

And then he collapses in despair at the lake shore as the Avengers walk off paying no attention to him.

So, yeah. Here we go. Part one of another three parter. Except this one centers around Wanda being kidnapped so that is not a great start!

And also I know that it was necessary for upcoming stuff but devoting the front half of the book to the Grim Reaper stuff and then the back half to starting off a new multiple issue story was perhaps not the greatest way to organize things.

Heck, when Vision joined the Avengers in watching television, Hawkeye asks where he’s been and Vision insists that he owes no-one explanation or apology for why he’s been gone. You could have integrated the Grim Reaper stuff more naturally into the Sentinel plot.