#i will be embarrassed if it going to be a boring ass game after writing all that. but its not my fault that im insane

[elpuppies]

My anxiety for france is so big that im almost convinced poland will beat them and i will have to pretend im not mad

[m4nj1r0s]

Hiii okay I'm obsessed with your TR headcanons! May I request relationship headcanons for Shinichiro Sano? Maybe with a stoic/ calm and collected reader? Thank you if you do 💖

Shinichiro Sano with a stoic/collected reader headcannons

I’m so sorry for the rlly late reply I was sooo inactive recently but tyy! It’s a little short but hope you like it :)

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- Admires you a lot, since he’s quite literally the opposite.

- Before you guys started dating, he used to sneak glances at you with a massive blush on his face. You were just so pretty even whilst you did the most boring things on earth.

- Unfortunately, his little ‘glance’ ended up w/ him staring at you for a good 10 mins and he’s scared you think he’s a weirdo :(

- You probably do ibsr

- Whenever he’s around you he tries to act nonchalant like in the gif, but internally he’s freaking out. Poor boy doesn’t want to ward you off because he likes you sm.

- Given his track record with girls, it’s safe to say he goes to Wakasa. You two are similar, and he wants to try and figure out what you’re thinking.

- Wakasa actually gives him genuine advice, probably because he’s gotten so much second-hand embarrassment from Shinichiro asking girls out before 😭

- Has a whole ass notepad where he jots down things you tell him about yourself. Even if it’s the smallest thing.

- “So, you had a vanilla milkshake whilst you were on vacation 3 years ago?”

- “Correct.. Why are you writing that down?”

- Read a romance novel to try and figure out how to confess to you and he decided to do it on a day that was rainy so you two could have a cute first kiss in the rain moment right after you said yes, breaking your stoic demeanor and also confessed your undying love to him.

- Assuming you said yes ofc..

- Wakasa shut it down almost immediately after Shinichiro told him tho 🙁

- So he opted to ask you out whilst you two were hanging out in his motorbike shop during the sunset.

- “So you’ll actually go out with me???!”

- “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

- Mf was literally jumping for joy

- Naturally after you guys start dating you’ll hang around with Wakasa, Benkei and Takeomi more. Which is fine, since you and Wakasa have similar personalities and you get along with Benkei & Takeomi.

- Shinichiro was happy that you got along w/ his friends but he does get jealous easily. Especially when you and Wakasa form a good friendship :(

- He’s not upset you two get along, but he’s going with you anytime you hang out.

- He gets jealous pretty easily, and then he gets insecure when you seem to be so nonchalant.

- Do you get as jealous as he does when he talks to girls?? (they only talk to him to ask for directions)

- Mikey and Emma adore you, though they were ASTOUNDED Shinichiro brought someone as cool as you home as his girlfriend.

- They crash your guys’ dates sometimes, but you guys don’t mind.

- Shinichiro loves to hand-feed you, and this mf WILL even if you try and stop him.

- “..Move that spoon away from my face.”

- “Honeybuns, you have to eat!-”

- Literally the king of making the cheesiest, corniest nicknames for you and he genuinely thinks they’re cute.

- They range from Honeybuns, Pookie, SNOOKIE, Sugarplum, Sweetiepie and Cinnamonbun.

- Yes, he literally calls you cinnamon bun sometimes 😭

- But he is a gentleman. Will hold open doors for you, make sure you have a helmet if youre going on his motorbike, tie your shoelaces for you and on those rare days you’re too tired to walk he will carry you.

- I hc he’s actually strong, but js can’t fight for whatever reason. So he’s pretty good at lifting things up, which is useful if you ever want to rearrange furniture :)

- Has a fun little game where he tries his hardest to catch you off guard and will randomly kiss you, but the thing is he always does it at the worst time 😭

- One time he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist and you punched him 😭

- “Why would you punch me, Cinnamonbun?!”

- “..My bad.”

- You’re his savior when he gets injured though. Whether it was in his shop, or Mikey and Emma ganging up on him, you always tend to his injuries and your calmness also relaxes him in turn.

- Has a cringe t-Shirt with your face on it that says ‘If Lost, please return to:’ 🫠

- He thinks it’s cute!..

- In conclusion, he will be extra cheesy if you’re stoic <3

[midnightarcheress]

i know i just said that i was on a break, but casino!141 was giving me an itch, so here we are. phone writing, bear with me.

cw: nsfw. slightest dub-con at first? poly!141 is arising. cockwarming. simon talks you through it. f!reader. 3 | more casino!141

your footsteps echoes in the hallway, soundwaves ricocheting on the walls of the far too quiet casino. it's strange being there during the day, accompanied only by the more avid gamblers who need their fix, even when most lights are off.

"come in." John's voice travels from inside the office after your brisk knock and you open the door, quickly stepping in the room and opening your mouth to speak, but your jaw closes shut when you realize you're not alone with him.

he's sitting behind a desk overflowing with papers, cigar long forgotten on the ashtray, but your attention is diverted to the masked individual standing beside it, hazel eyes boring into your skull with an unerving stare. "hello, Ace."

his voice can't be described as tranquilizing, but the tone is a stark contrast from the glare. it's almost tender, alluring, and for a split second you forget what you were going to say. "uhm, Kyle said you wanted to see me?" your head turns back to John, offering him a timid smile.

"yes, that's correct." he leans back on the chair, rolling his tense shoulders and tilting his head in your direction, "Simon and i are working through some documents, you know, bookkeeping, management, the boring stuff behind the slot machines," you nod, attentively listening but not truly following, "and i'm needing some of your assistance."

"i'm sorry? assistance?" your brows knit together, confused by his words. he chuckles, index finger raised in the air motioning for you to come closer, and you swear you hear Simon snorting at the interaction.

you walk to the table and stand on his side, eyes darting between the pile of files and the malicious glint in his blue irises. his hand meets your waist and your sight drops from his face, down to his torso, down to his... bulge. "you see, Ace, you're always so good in helping me concentrate during the games, we might as well try something new, yeah?"

his fingers graze your hips, tracing down your sides and reaching behind your thighs, causing a shiver on your spine. "John, i–" a soft 'shh' comes out of his lips, and he starts unbuckling his belt, raising himself just enough so that his trousers can come to his knees.

heat spreads up your chest, your neck, your cheeks, and your vision swerves to the ceiling, mind racing with embarrassment and bewilderment. from the corner of your eye you peek into Simon's direction, and to your surprise, he's completely unfazed.

Price drags you closer, hiking up your shirt just enough to expose your belly, pressing long kisses on the flesh while his hands knead your ass. you shouldn’t give in so easy, you have a better judgement than that, but his touch is so enticing, soft, easily mistaken by loving, that you find it hard to define what's right and wrong – or to define if you really want this.

when he pops open the button of your pants, you know you're done for. even if your brain settled for a 'no', he wouldn't care, considering the amount of pre-cum leaking from his throbbing cock. the damp spot between your legs wouldn't care either.

he pulls your bottoms down slowly, trailing pecks from your navel to your mound. you're nervous, dangerously close to a cardiac arrest when he flips you around hastily, slap on your ass cheek making your body jolt forward.

a firm hand guide your hips to his crotch, while the other positions his cock on your entrance, teasingly stroking the folds to gather your slick. "deep breath for me." he's gentle, pressing kisses on your back while you sink into his length, the pain of the sudden stretch being easily overpowered by the wave of pleasure washing over you. "that's it, love." he groans, squeezing your waist when you finally hit the base, "now just sit pretty while i work, hm?"

you nod, pathetically so, biting your bottom lip to swallow back your moans. you imagined it would be big, and maybe you just needed to be prepared, but fuck, you were filled. John started ruffling through the papers again, meticulously skimming the words like his tip wasn't brushing your cervix whenever you dared to adjust yourself.

"you have to stop squirming, Ace."

your head snaps up to the side the sound came from, and you face Simon's piercing glare. he still holds one of the documents, but his focus is solely on you, an underlying primal desire hidden behind his gaze that makes your stomach flutter.

he chuckles, leaning in front of you, arms almost close enough to cage you over the table. "does it feel that good? having Price's cock stuffing your sweet cunt?" he patronizes, tapping your cheek to get your attention back on his eyes, "i bet it does."

if you had the energy, you'd curse him out, but you're lost in how good you're feeling, even with minimal friction. you look up to him, pitifully doe-eyed as a moan escapes your lips, "go on, pretty girl, feel it. it's pulsing, isn't it? each vein hitting the perfect spots." you grip the edge of the desk, knuckles turning white from the strength, desperately trying to ignore the smallest twitches of his shaft inside of you, "you want him to move, right?"

you hum, writhing on his lap to convince John into forgeting whatever business he has to do at the moment and just fuck you already. "you'll have to wait, Ace." you whine, looking over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of him. his gaze doesn't shift, but you note the slight blush creeping up his collar and you smirk, content that he seems to be suffering too, even if it's barely.

"if you're lucky, he might reward you later. throw all of that shite on the floor and bend you over the table." your walls immediately clench at the idea, coaxing a grunt out of Price. "and you are a lucky girl, aren't you?" a breathy 'yes' comes out of your mouth, and Simon's thumb brushes your lower lip, smearing the tiny drop of spit on the corner over your pout.

your thighs tremble, clit aching and begging for some stimuli, toes curling at the mere thought of being fully claimed by John. "be patient." he deigns, and you don't miss the smirk marking the black fabric of his covering. bastard. his hungry expression only makes you wetter, needier, disoriented by lust, and you absentmindedly nod, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves and wait. painfully wait.

but the action ultimately falters the second Simon's low whisper reach your ears, striking you like electricity, "good girl."

ideas for this are always welcomed mwah

[sansundertale14x1]

why NauseAxe_404 loves your writing so much…

based on this silly tweet, I’m gonna use ‘Nick’ for this- for ease of writing (and for my poor poor hands.)

no pronouns but ‘you’- little post cuz I haven’t written in a while.- use of the in-game website: "Dumblr", no it's not a typo;-; Proshippers DNI

word count: 878

content warning: brief explanations of canon violence, creepy stalker-ish behavior (NOTHING SEXUAL ATTACHED), Nick being a weirdo honestly.

vvv that isn't my art, and this entire writing is a fanfic for a game " Monster x Mediator" made by HeadLocker! I really recommend playing the game or watching the gameplay, cuz it's really fantastic!

Story under cut :3

Nick’s in love with your writing…(if you already couldn’t tell), but it’s difficult for you to understand why.

Usually, when you'd open up your laptop, it was after a tough shift at your crap job and you just wanted to do something to fill in the time after dinner and before bed. It was always on the shorter side, 100 words each, and was normally just a quick and crappy self-insert fic to satisfy your creative urges from doing a boring-ass job all day. You never really thought your tiny one-shots would attract any attention, but the man you've been staying with proves otherwise.

"NauseAxe_404" is what he called himself, but you've just been calling him 'Nick' for now. He had been reading your old Dumblr blog for who knows how long, and he's taken a major interest in your little shitposts...So much, so that he had taken the time to print out every single one of your posts and personal information pinned to his room's walls. It's extremely creepy...but also sort of charming?

For the last few days or so, you've been held in Nick's hotel room, practically glued to a desk with a typewriter...slowly making your way through a 100-paged fic that he specifically requested of you. Though you technically could stand up and leave...you'd really prefer for your skull to stay in one piece...and not have a bullet put through your temple.

Nick has been staring at you almost the entire time...which only certified in your mind that he is not human. Every time you turn to see if he's still there...like an unmoving fortress, he always is. It's been a solid 8+ hours of you sitting there and writing...and your stomach starts to emit loud sounds of hunger. You pray he didn't hear that, and continue to type away at the dated machine. However, to your dismay, his deep voice chimes in.

"...What page are you on...?"

Nick asks, seemingly trying to speak quietly for you, but his naturally booming voice isn't giving you any favors.

"...uhm..."

You take a moment to review what you have done...it doesn't look like much but it feels like it took AGES to write out...

"About...10? It's not a-"

"That's wonderful, Superstar!"

He cuts you off just as you begin to speak.

Of course, he's going to be ecstatic. You can't fathom why he seems to be so hopelessly in love with whatever you slap on the paper. You're curious..so you begin to speak.

"...uhm...Nick...why do you..take interest in my writing?"

You softly speak, trying to be careful with your words...you can't afford to overstimulate this man.

For a chatty guy...Nick was oddly silent at the ask of this question…or at least for a few seconds.

“I was trying to find a way to ease the boredom and loneliness of this fucking hotel, so…huff…I joined Dumblr and started to search for writing…that was…huff….purposeful…and that could fix me..”

No way in hell your crackfics could change this man...He must've come out of the womb like that. (or...however the hell he was made..)

"...I came across your first post years ago..huff...and fell in love with the way you wrote your love interest....huff...I knew you were talking about me when I wrote all those comments~"

You never looked at comments due to embarrassment...and you honestly didn't think anyone would even care to comment in the first place.

"....you weren't responding to me...huff...so I might've found everything about you in the meantime...huff...just so I could notice you in a crowd...I always will~"

Okay, now it's getting creepy. You hope that by just turning back around and continuing to write maybe he'd shut up...You guess it's sorta your fault for striking up a conversation with the creep.

"All the other writers don't know shit about writing...huff...1k word counts...huff...long and complicated stories that don't make any fucking sense..."

There goes the rambles. You stop typing for a moment to process what the hell he just said. He either is really balls-deep into this fantasy of you being a perfect human...or he's just trying to fluff you up so you'll continue writing for him. He's really delusional, that's it. It's seriously hard to believe your crap was life-changing for Nick.

“Simplicity is the most important part…huff…not describing some stupid walk sequence for 3 sentences…huff…it’s a waste of space..”

"....maybe you just like simpler writing...?"

You softly reply, yet again praying that you didn't accidentally strike a chord with this guy. He stares you down, and even if you aren't looking back at him, you can still feel the burning of his eyes on the back of your head.

"That's possible."

Oh, it's highly probable. He gets so emotional over the tiniest bit of anything, so...He just doesn't need too many words to evoke a reaction...It checks out because you also like to write a straight-to-the-point sorta piece.

"but don't let your mind wander for...huff...too long...my superstar...you've got at least 90+ pages to go~"

Shit, he was right...time to get back to work.

[shelbgrey]

Thank you for writing a Rusty Ryan fic. They’re none and it’s criminal

Dating Rusty Ryan headcanons

Parting: Rusty Ryan x Ocean!Reader

Summary: headcanons about rusty Ryan dating Danny ocean's little sister. - SMUT warning

A/N: sorry this is so short <3

❤️MasterList ML2 ❤️ Dating moodboard

No one really knows how you ended up together, Your older brother Danny really wants to know. He gets out of prison and all the sudden you two are together.

“I was in the slammer that long” Danny sighed. “yeah it happened after the 'incident'” you told your brother.

Danny didn't like it a first, he always thought no one was good enough for you. He saw how happy you were and got over it.

Even though Rusty is his best friend and his most trust Ally, he put the fear of God into Rusty. “if you hurt her there will be nothing left of you except some blond hair and an accident”

Nobody on the team except you and Rusty know what the 'incident' is. It aggravates everyone beacuse anytime some asks how you ment you say the incident. “you keep saying that, what does that mean?!” Linus asked annoyed.

So how you two became to be is just this big mystery and slowly turned into a inside joke among the team.

You guys are either the ultimate power couple or the old married couple that should probably get a devorce.

Not in a bad way by all means, he treats you like a princess and would never hurt you. I mean as in you two will say the most out of pocket things to each other and playfully bully each other.

To a stranger this may seem bad, but really you have a good relationship. “no, that's just how they talk to each other”

This man has your back to the very end and is very protective. Your a hacker for the team and he makes sure you stay in that position, he's terrified that if you go out on the field you'd get shot or sent to jail.

He drinks a lot and so dose the other boys, but if you don't he'll never pressure you or let other people. “she doesn't drink, leave her the fuck alone”

He'll teach you how to play poker, he has a lot of fun and enjoys figuring out your little quirks and tendencys during the game.

If your practing for an actual game he be a tad bit less lenient. “Angel, you don't have a poker face”

You guys get a pit bull and it's the sweetest thing that's ever walked on the face of the earth. She is definitely your protector, but she's Rusty's shadow.

Your the only person he'll share his food with, he likes a woman that's not embarrassed to eat what they want.

You'll get a like a huge thing of chili fries and share them.

He'd probably keep snacks in your bag incase he gets hungry during Danny's long ass meetings.

He's a big cuddler and is touched starved. If your hacking somthing on your computer he'd pull you close to him so your back is against his chest and your nessled between his legs.

He thinks your so smart and amazing, especially when your working. He'd just admire you as your typing away on your laptop.

You love his blue eyes, you could star into them for hours. It annoys Danny how you just check him out when your supposed to be working. “his eyes are blue big deal, so are my socks”

He's a rough kisser, he's way taller than you so usually he hold your chin between his fingers and lift for head up to kiss you.

There's a lot of neck and forehead kisses being handed out by this man. He loves wrapping his arms around you from behind and just trail soft kisses down your neck.

He also loves it when you kiss his forehead. It just a small, loving gesture he absolutely loves.

You play with his rings if your bored. If your setting next to each other during one of Danny's meetings you'll just hold his hand and play with them.

He calls you Angel and baby. You call him Honey, sweetheart and if you want to tease him Rust bucket.

You guys get tattoos together a lot, sometimes you make a whole date out of it. He's probably got your name tattooed some where on his body, which you didn't aporve of since it's permanent.“you act like we're gonna break up, your stuck with me angel”

Which is true, your stuck with each other till death. But there's still a part of you that thinks your not good enough, which you are. I think every girl has that problem every once and a while.

You weren't gonna get a white wedding, you knew that and Rusty thought the Cort house wasn't good enough. So you got married in the church of Elvis the next time you went to Las Vegas.

But Rusty will make sure you know how perfect and beautiful you are. He knows your too good for him and he's damn lucky to have you. “Woman, I'm lucky I even got you. I'm glad you think I can pull another chick, but I really can't”

If your in the kitchen cooking he's under your feet sampling everything. It's even worse when you get a dog because you have to move around them both. “Rusty, quit eating! I'm trying to cook”

“I'm hungry, woman!” he said with his mouth full. “your always hungry”

He probably didn't get decent home cooked meals till he started dating you. He loves your cooking.

NSFW headcanons:

He's a soft/mean Dom, it just depends on his mood. But no matter what he always makes sure your comfortable. He loves to take control in the bed but would never push you.

He'll mark your thighs with his teeth and biting hard enough to leave a light bruise.

Hair pulling, he loves feeling your fingers in his hair or he'll tangel his fingers in yours and tug on it when he's getting head or about ready to cum.

He definitely has a Praise kink too, he loves making you feel loved and appreciated. He love how he can easily make you blush. “your so Beautiful”

He has big chocking kink, he won't be too rough about but he loves wrapping his fingers around your neck and feeling your pulse when he's ramming into you.

He would really get off on marking you up. He didn’t think he would, as it wasn’t something he thought too much about but when he did it there was no turning back.

definitely a fan of overstimulation, he loves the way that your body twitches and you whimper from his touch.

God, he loves anything to do with your breasts. He loves it when your sitting on his lap, grinding against his bulge while his face is buryed in your breasts, kissing and marking them up.

One of his biggest kink is cumming inside you, seeing you filled up just makes him go crazy.

This man is amazing when it comes to aftercare. He knows exactly what you need. After your both cleaned up, he'll pull you to his chest to cuddle.

[shimmeringpinksunflowers]

Prismo the WishMaster as your boyfriend

First off, just a fact, chillest dude in all of Ooo

Like, if you guys broke up (not that you would, but-) he would be the kinda guy you would actually be friends with

Because he is confined to the time room, dates are limited

A lot of indoor dates; home-cooked food, board game nights and, of course, watching movies (or alternate realities on his TV)

The man always has your favourite snacks at hand (and most other things for that matter)

Honestly, your presence brightens up his day

Like, he could be having the most boring/hardest day at work, but you sending a quick check-in text really makes his day

Once you two start getting more serious, I can see him using his powers to spoil you (which probably is a violation of the rules, but oh well-)

Oh, you saw a dress you wanted that was out of your budget? Magically in your closet

You wish you could style your hair a certain way? Bam, new doo by the morning

There's a book you're dying to read that hasn't been released yet? it's now on your bedside table

on that note, with your consent, I think he would like to use his powers to play dress up with you, as long as you're both having fun, and it's not just you treating him like your personal tailor

And as nice as it is to have a cosmic sugar daddy, please reassure him that you like him for him, and not his powers.

Like, this man deals with crippling loneliness, you gotta let him know that you're there for him too

Maybe you can't give things to him like he gives you, but you can be there to listen to him vent or just say sweet things to him (COMPLIMENT THIS PINK STRING BEAN)

This man loves your praise

he barely gets enough recognition for his job, so please tell him you love him and that he's a sweet boyfriend

you automatically get an invite to all of his parties (but understands if you don't want to go)

if you make him anything home-made, dude is going to treasure it

like, he would make a whole ass room just to put the things you give him in it

Has defiantly used the pick-up like: "if everything around me is a dream, then you're the most beautiful thing I've ever dreamed of"

Guy can be suave in his own dorky kind of way

He also likes cooking for you

he does it with zero powers, he just wants to make something for you

his cooking isn't always the greatest, but he does get better over time, you just gotta stomach it for a while til his trial-and-error phase ends (spoiler alert: it never does)

And, this goes without saying, but he makes you pickles

one time he made a special batch for you, with a note that said 'for my sweet pickle'

He's also tried to write you a song on his banjo

he's got spirit and it's the thought that counts anyway

I also see him having the love language of quality time (He's in a time box, I don't think he has much of a choice)

If you stick around long enough, he will give you a guest room

He will occasionally ask you for feedback about his stories

oh, and it's totally obvious when he's written characters that remind you of you two a little *too* much

If you are a writer or an artist, he would love to know all about your stories/OCs

or if you're a creative at all, would love to know more about your work

Super supportive (again, will use his powers to get you the most expensive materials)

If you guys are serious, he will introduce you to jake, assuming you didn't meet jake earlier at his parties or just because Jake just dropped in to say hi

Has defiantly told Jake about you at some point

So when you introduce yourself to him, Jake defiantly embarrasses Prismo about it

"Oh, so this is the girl you've been telling me all about?"

you guys have a dinner planner. It avoids having the same talk about what to have for dinner every night

After some time, he does decorate his time room a bit more

It's still minimal, but now there's a plant and a bookshelf or something

Is the kinda guy that's shy about dancing and singing, until a few drinks, and then he's doing karaoke like it's no one's business

Not the kind of guy to raise his voice

like, even if he was mad at you, would never do that. i see him responding in short sentences if that's the case

He's a god, you're a mortal, y'all definitely have existential conversations

But he's also so chill that they never feel depressing

Even though the relationship may be a bit strange to navigate because of the whole God/Mortal thing, you wouldn't have it any other way

He may be a God, but you are his Heaven

This is my first time posting headcanons like this, hope you all enjoyed it. If you want more or have a specific scenario you want me to write about, don't hesitate to ask (I'm always looking to sharpen my writing skills)

[timeslugarts]

First Play

Vox x Vera (oc)

So I wrote this just now, my first ever nsfw piece, smut and all!

Vox and Vera's first encounter meeting at Valentino's party.

And all the fun they have 😘

Also, please let me know if you like this, I'm constantly embarrassed by my writing.

No beta we die like men

God, this party sucked Vox thought as he downed his drink. He had things he could be doing right now, money he could be making! Valentino insisted he come to this event though, he needed someone there not just to look pretty but to show off the power and influence he had, and Vox was that lucky bastard. 

It was exactly the type of party you'd think Valentino would throw. Hot, sweaty, sickly sweet. The bodies in the middle ebbed and flowed with the music, everywhere he looked people were grinding, and making out and doing… more. Vox grimaced, people really had no shame, no sense of decorum. There were sex rooms RIGHT THERE for Christ's sake!

Valentino was graceful enough to give Vox a VIP space, though he was the only there and would likely be the only there until he made an expeditious retreat at a reasonable time. 

Another drink appeared at his table, he took it and downed it in one go. He could feel the headache start to form with each boom of the bass. You think Valentino would at least grace Vox with his presence considering he was here for him after all. Vox could see Val at the other end of the room, surrounded by his whores, making out with one while his hand was suspiciously hidden under another's clothes. Vox couldn't say he was jealous, but he definitely wasn't pleased. He was still glaring at Val when someone interrupted his line of sight. A woman walked in front of Val, her hips swaying with every step, bright blue flames danced around her neck gently, her hair a matching flame that licked upward. She was a beacon amidst the darkness of the crowd, and she was heading… straight for him.

Quickly Vox straightened his coat, fixed his bowtie, and checked his breath. Surely she was just like everyone else in this club, looking for whatever money and power she could get her grubby little hands on. He could at least have a little fun with it though, use her up and toss her out later. 

They made eye contact and Vox laid on his most charming smile, and then she walked right past him. His grin dropped, what the FUCK did she not realize who he was!? This was not gonna fly. He stood up looking for the little blue flames, she was over by the bar talking to some lowly sinner, who was also ugly, and short, and ugly. 

Vox had to play it cool though, show her what she could have. He walked to the bartender and asked him to get her another of what she was drinking. The bartender set to work and as he handed the woman her drink he pointed down the way at Vox, who plastered another charming smile on his face and gave her a cool two fingered wave. His little blue flame looked at him unimpressed, but waved back. She resumed her conversation with the sinner as if nothing had happened. 

Vox growled. 

He enjoyed a good game of cat and mouse, and he was nothing if not patient. He sat at the bar idly watching until the sinner and her talk, growing more bored by the second. He looked back at the bartender waving his glass, signaling that he wanted another one, a fresh glass was placed in front of him. He looked back over to where his prey sat …and she was gone. He panicked, eyes going wide looking for his little blue flame.

"You know, if you wanted to talk to me all you had to do was ask." She was leaning on the counter on his other side. He jumped, knocking the glass and its contents across the slick surface. 

"Shit." He hissed looking for the napkins or something to clean the mess up. 

"Don't worry, Nen's got it." She waved at the bartender who waved back. "Come on." She took his hand. He couldn't deny, this bitch was bold and it was turning him on. Her voice was silky and watching her ass in that tight black dress was a show. He could tell where she was leading him, one of the "private" rooms in the back of the club. 

Vox was salivating. Maybe this party wasn't so bad. 

His little blue flame produced a key from her cleavage and pushed the door open, beckoning him in. He was thrilled, he'd only been sleeping with Val recently, too lazy and tired to actually pursue someone that really interested him. So to have one fall in his lap felt exhilarating. 

He walked past her, giving her a smirk on the way inside. She followed behind, shutting the door and leaning against it. 

"So what did you want to talk about?" Her silky voice purred, an eyebrow delicately raised. 

He towered over her, placing a clawed hand on either side of her small frame. 

"Oh I think you know." Vox said lowly dipping his screen so it's more level with her head. 

Her small hands started undoing his bowtie, "I'm not sure what you're talking about." She batted her pretty lashes up at him. 

He trailed one clawed hand from her cheek down her neck and rested it on her clavicle. She shivered and he grinned at the effect he had on her. 

"Stop playing games, doll." She had swiftly undone his bowtie and the first couple of buttons on his dress shirt. The feel of her warm hands against his skin made him hiss. 

"I don't play games… doll." She gripped his collar and pulled his screen into a heated kiss. 

Vox gripped her shoulders pulling her closer to him. She moaned at the contact allowing him to slip his tongue into her mouth. She groaned feeling the subtle shocks from his tongue and fingers.

"Oh you're spicy." She gasped for breath, undoing the rest of the buttons on his shirt. She ran her hands down his chest and he gasped at the contact. She pulled his shirt off and threw it to the side. 

She pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top, grinding her hips against the ever growing tent in his pants. "You're one to talk." He huffed out, letting out a low groan. 

He bucked his hips into her making her fall forward, hands landing on either side of his screen. He ran his hands up her sides groping at her breasts, squeezing and kneading the tender flesh. 

He swallowed her moan with another fiery kiss.

Lucifer, was she soft.

Small sparks danced across her body as his fingers gripped her body tighter.

"Careful honey, this is an expensive dress." She laughed. 

"I can work around that." Vox said quietly, working his claws down to the delightfully skimpy thong she was wearing underneath. He pressed one claw against her heat and in one swift motion he tore her undertakings to shreds. "Impatient are we?" She asked, grinding her bare wet pussy against his cock. 

"You have no idea." He groaned.

"Show me." She whispered. With that she shimmied down his body and began undoing his pants with deft hands. When his dick finally sprang free, he hissed feeling the cold air hit it. That feeling was quickly replaced with the warm wetness of her mouth. 

Vox could only make a strangled noise as her tongue swirled around his head. He gripped at her ponytail and bucked his hips into her mouth, she gagged, but accepted him. Her hand squeezed his shaft as she bobbed her head around him. His free hand clutched the pillow tightly, he was certain something tore, but he couldn't give a shit about it right now. Not when her mouth felt so damn good.

Too good. 

"Shit, stop." He whipped her head up by the pony, her mouth coming off his cock with a tasty pop. 

She grinned up at him, "had enough?" She licked her lips and he felt himself glitch. God she was hot and she knew it. 

"We're done when I say we're done." He growled pulling her back up to him kissing her and tasting himself on her lips. 

He grabbed her hips and flipped her on to her back. She was beautiful, sprawled out beneath him. Lips glistening, chest heaving, and her little blue flames dancing around the two of them. 

He wrapped his hand around himself, pressing his cock against her wet folds, covering himself in her slick. He tried to keep his breathing even, but fuck was he excited. He couldn't wait any longer. 

Vox pushed himself into her, the moan she let out was so lewd. He could feel the sweat on his back, it was taking all his concentration not to come here and now. Before he had even settled in she started to move, how was she so good? Val could never.

He began to move with her hips, slow languid thrusts, enjoying her tightness and the view in front of him. Her hands trailed up and down his body, nails scratching at the skin. He snapped his hips when she pinched his nipple. 

"Ah- fFf-uck." The smile she wore was sultry, she had him wrapped around her long gray fingers. He snapped his hips again and she moaned. He sped up, he could handle it, besides the way her breasts bounced with every thrust had him mesmerized. 

He continued at the rough pace, she had wrapped her legs around his hips. He was so close, the way she smelled, the alcohol in him, he knew he wasn't going to last.

He wasn't going to finish before her though. He placed his thumb harshly on her clit, she moaned, gripping the sheets. He circled the bundle of nerves until she was gasping, mouth open wide. He took his other hand and pressed into the sides of her throat, she made a choked sound. 

Drool started to trail down from her mouth to his hand. Vox grinned as he continued to fuck her hard. Before he knew it, her back arched and her walls clenched around him sucking his cock into her. 

"Fuck!" She screamed, muscles taught. 

That was his cue, thank Satan, he wasn't sure he could keep going. He pulled out and came onto the floor. Val would pay the bill, whatever, he didn't care.

He fell on the bed next to her panting and sweating. 

Her little flames danced around his head as he looked lazily at them. One of them even flew to turn the room light off. 

Vox stuck his fingers out and a flame dipped in between them. It felt warm, not hot, but just a gentle heat. "What are these things?" 

"Mmm, I'll tell you later." She said quietly, eyes already closed. She snuggled up into his side breathing gently. 

Did he want this? He wasn't sure, but maybe he could pretend to be a normal nobody with a beautiful woman for a night. He dropped his arm around her and slowly powered down. Listening to the crackle of her small flames, and the soft sound of her breathing. He was out before he knew it.

BZZ BZZ

"Fuck!" He reached around for his phone before finding it and throwing it across the room, before placing it back on the bed which had grown cold. He snapped his head up, no one was there. 

Fuck.

He looked around, she was gone. 

Fuck. He pulled his pants up and put his shirt on. Fuck fuck fuck. 

Vox dashed out of the room, it was morning and he was entirely alone. He checked his pockets, his wallet was gone. 

What a fucking idiot. He got conned! Played for a sucker!

He slammed the door open to Valentino's room, "who was she!?" Vox growled darkly. 

Valentino in a robe with a face mask on looked over at Vox uninterested in whatever he was saying. 

"Who was who darling?" 

[liaarxse]

how would the tr boys react when their s/o is the funniest person ever? like they could crack anyone up with just saying something and their humor is peak humor?

This is unbelievable...

Characters: Haruki (Pah-chin) Hayashida, Keisuke Baji, Shinichiro Sano

Warnings: None, crack if you lack cocaine

A/n: My type of humor frfr. I had a blast writing this HAHAHA

Also, can I add how insane some TR fangirls are? Like, I love my man too, but chill out, he is a fictional character, he doesn't belong to anyone. It's all fun and games until they become toxic

— Haruki (Pah-chin) Hayashida

If you don't like Pah-chin, leave

It's literally one of my top favorite characters

Anyway

Y'all were out, roaming around the city while Pah Is walking his dog, Pochi

Pochi >>>>

You were just blabbering about all kinds of shit

Toman shit, school shit, hobby shit

Shit shit

When, all of a sudden, a pregnant couple walked out of a store just a few feet away from you

Pah didn't think anything about it, probably didn't even notice them

But you?

OH YOU

You noticed A LOT more

"Y'know..." You started. "There is something about my unholy mind that when I see a guy and a girl walking by and they're a couple, and the girl is pregnant, I'm like... was it good?"

Pah was FLABBERGASTED

You? You were laughing your ass of on the middle of the side walk

Both Pah and Pochi looked at you like-

This bitch good?

"Like, OH YOU'VE BEEN RAW DOGGING IT ALL NIGHT HUH—"

"Y/n–"

"OkAY–"

"Y/n sto–"

"You've been RIDING IT" "MHMMM"

"Y/n–"

"GET THAT DICK–"

Pah elbowed you right in the stomach

And you just continued LAUGHING

Thank God the couple didn't hear you

Sweet potatoes and honey pie

This bitch mental

But you know who else is mental?

This mf in front of you, who out of nowhere starting wheezing

Like?

Are y'all not?

Embarrassed?

APPARENTLY NOT

You just started wheezing and screaming into thin air

Nobody, but you knows why

Like, even the dog is embarrassed

Stupid

Pochi had enough of your shenanigans that when Pah's hold on the leash weakend, Pochi made a RUN FOR IT

Boy just ZOOMED into space

And when I tell you

That dog is fast as a motherfucker

You and Pah? Your asses are dragging on the fucking floor

You couldn't catch Pochi even if you wanted to

Thank GOD Baji appeared from thin air and caught Pochi and you got him back

What?

Y'all seeing ghosts now?

— Keisuke Baji

Samara entered the chat

Somebody call ghost busters

Kidding, kidding

It was like, 2am and Baji was, obviously, sleeping

You?

Sleep is for the weak

So you called your sleeping boy to say something important

"Y/n. It's 2 fucking am—"

"Babe if I was a bee do you know what sound I'd make?"

"...what?"

"I wouldn't make a 'bzzzing' sound, I'd make a 'puhtk, puhtk, puhtk.'

Y/n what the fuck

You mental ass

But you could hear his muffled laughing

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Like. Bzz is boring, ya know? Puhtk-ing is wayyyy better. Like, imagine if I flew over your head. You wouldn't hear bz bz bz, but like, puhtk, puhtk, puhtk. Like a small horse with wings."

"...wh—"

He burst out laughing

Bruh

It ain't even funny

Maybe he was too sleep drunk to comprehend the situation

And you were too drunk to realize what you was saying

"Don't laugh! It's a perfectly reasonable theory that if I were to become a bee, I'd be 'tuguduking' like a horse."

Suddenly the other line went quiet

Like

Dead quiet

...

Wait

Shit

"Baji?"

He suffocated

Great job, Y/n

You ass

— Shinichiro Sano

Y'all smell that?

Smells like reincarnation to me

Anywhoooooo

You were out with Shinichiro

It was raining but who cares?

Pneumonia?

What's her snapchat?

@Pneu_yomom_nia

SKSKSKSK

You were just talking to Shinichiro when all of a sudden

"What's the feeling of being named after a bone, Shin?"

"Don't say that."

"Why, Shinbony?"

"...SHIN WHAT—"

LMAOAOAOA

Shinbony-kuuuuun 🤪

"Or like, SHINaningans."

"Y/n I swear to GOD."

"Don't, you'll go back again."

"Wha–"

Yo ass went silent

For like

2 minutes

What?

Writer Lia here, it was 2.69 seconds, my mistake

"Shini, shini yay, shini yay, shini yam-"

"Are you fucking joking?"

"SWALLA-LA-LA"

"Stop."

"SWALLA-LA-LA? SWALLA-LA-LA"

Y/n what kind of cocaine did your ass inhale?

And from where

The nose, the mouth, she bellybutton, yo fucking BOOTYHOLE ??

Cuz your ass cannot COMPETE with the shit that is coming out of YO MOUTH

I'm hilarious

I mean, Shin thinks you're hilarious, not me !!!

(Fangirls don't kill me)

Like

You both got home after like, 10 minutes

The bitch dropped the second y'all entered the house

That's because he didn't accept pneumonias snapchat friend request

[shortpplfedup]

Only Friends Character Rankings Episode 3

Man Jojo, Ninew, Ninepinta and Vivienne know exactly how to build a mess because this was OUTSTANDING. Here's how the pimps and hoes are stacking up this week.

🔺1. Boston (3)

Damn! Tilly Birds should write a song about you.

THIS NASTY SHITBAG MOTHERFUCKER YAAASSSSSS KWEEEEN! Boston spent the entire episode mansplaining, manipulating and manwhoring and considering that is what this whole show is even about he fucking wins the week! Stringing Nick along, spewing poison into Top's and Ray's ears, fucking Top nasty in a classic automobile...I don't care what any of you say, he's the winner.

🔻2. Ray (1)

Don’t define it. Just enjoy your life. You said you could differentiate between love and lust.

This dizzy bitch. This messy mess-ass hoe. Playing with everybody's feelings because he can never face up to his own and just fucking deal with his shit. Everybody is correctly fed up of his bullshit, including Sand and Sand LITERALLY JUST MET HIM. Sand telling him to save his money for a shrink was the best advice any character has ever given any other character on any show anywhere.

🔺3. Nick (5)

Can friends with benefits turn into lovers?

Well the boy is dumb but he's not dumb if you know what I mean. Boston is screwing with his head and he knows it, but he just can't help himself cuz dick2bomb. They say you should never actually get your crush, and this is why. Nick being a sneaky surveillance spy bitch is the main reason Boston should've never messed with him, because now he's gonna go NSA on his ass. He wants that man and he will have him, whatever it takes.

🔹4. Sand (4)

If you want a boyfriend, get yourself a boyfriend. Don't mess with me.

SAND YOU KNOW BETTER! YOU KNOW THIS MAN IS A MESS! AND YET YOU ARE STILL FALLING FOR HIS CHARM. Sand giggling and twirling his hair with Ray in the car was...it was embarrassing. I'm embarrassed for you sir. Sack the fuck up. Like when you threw Top the middle finger, more of that. Also, what the fuck happened between those two TELL ME JOJO!

⭐5. Yo

Sweet as sugar, hard as ice. Hurt me once, I'll kill you twice. Haven’t you heard?

We have our first sighting of Yo in the rankings! Homegirl clearly has all her shit together: a thriving business, a hot and devoted younger man, and a house full of kids who stay drinking her dranks and eating her food because they can't get their shit together. And she looks like a bag of money THE ENTIRE TIME, just FLAWLESS. More of her please.

🔺6. Top (7)

♪ I’m a villain, no matter how much I love you, I must die eventually ♪

So he totally planted that guy at the silent disco right? Seemed like a weird play to push Mew along. Because at 3 months, the game's probably gotten a bit boring, especially if Mew's not even giving him the occasional sniff at it to keep him on the hook. Top likes a challenge and he sorta likes Mew, but if Mew really did screw Ray, maybe he's not so interested anymore. To be clear: I absolutely do not think Top is jealous, more like the shine wears off Mew for him if Mew has succumbed before. I still don't trust a thing coming out of this man's mouth, but the way he worked Boston OUT in that car is worth at least a one-rank jump.

🔻7. Mew (2)

-Are you drunk and taking advantage of me? -Don’t you like it though?

Mew is this week's biggest loser, falling the furthest from last week as his shtick starts wearing thin. Mew's overplayed his hand a bit here: his testing of Top has gone on too long. He doesn't even dispute Top calling him his boyfriend even as he insists they're not dating yet. He was totally about to give it up after the party because I think he realised he had gone from a challenge to a bore, but he waited too late, Boston had a chance to get into everybody's head and now it's all fucked. When he finally sleeps with Top next week it's not a victory for him, it's a capitulation. Also, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED WITH HIM AND RAY I NEED TO KNOW LIKE RIGHT NOW I CAN'T WAIT A WHOLE WEEK!

🔻8. Cheum/April (6)

Guys, I think I’m gonna throw a pool party.

Poor Cheum, the only person to remember they are in fact trying to run a fucking business and actually working at the pool party rather than causing and/or engaging in drama, and April right by her side just helping her woman out because her so-called friends are a dumpster fire. As usual, the lesbians gotta be the ones getting shit done.

[girlfailurefelix]

what gave you the idea for borrowed time? did you have any other plans for it? (aka yap about it all you want)

so actually! i had been thinking about it conceptually for like two weeks before i wrote any of it (i was complaining to my sib about it cuz i was embarrassed to write since i hadn’t since i was a preteen/young teen lol) and it just drove me absolutely nuts cuz i couldn’t stop thinking about it at work.

just gonna establish now since it gets confusing: greg ≠ gregory. i treat them as two different characters in the same body. so i will not use them interchangeably on this ask, just like i don’t in my fic

cut because i am going to YAP

i wrote chapter one as an attempt to stop myself from thinking about it further (i was originally going to kill tony off and have it be a oneshot, either post-pizzaplex escape much like security breach’s bad ending c̶u̶z̶ ̶s̶o̶u̶l̶m̶a̶t̶i̶s̶m̶ or have him end up getting chased to the fire escape and yk, you can fill in the blank on that one. blah blah blah insert something here about tony’s very interesting, incredibly weird intro in the book. i’m still trying to figure that one out cuz other themes in the book [the celtic stuff specifically. this is a huge thing for me and i can go off about how it’s used in the book, but that’s for another post if yall want that] make that interesting if we didn’t know how ggy kills from the therapist tapes. actually, even though you can’t see it, this is how he dies in my cotard’s solution animatic. the knife in it wasn’t for killing him lol, his ass went off the roof [hence “i wanna make my murder look like a suicide”], but now i’m getting sidetracked). but one thing led to another and i wrote chapter 6 and the epilogue.

Chapter 4 was my last written chapter (hence why i don’t bother uploading individual chapters and just drop whole stories at once) if you don’t count editing several parts of chapter 1 (small tweaks for clarity purposes, not huge minus what i mentioned above. debated making this one two chapters but ended up keeping them together as a big one cuz it didn’t make as much sense when split up) and chapter 5 (i originally wrote the car ride to the pizzaplex cuz i thought it would be funny to make tony flip a tit and go hellaciously slow with the fear that he’d get pulled over cuz yk. twelve. but i figured it was too boring and discarded it).

the original title was actually a different song name. (super embarrassing but it was a hollywood undead song -another way out. i might use this later for a different, more fitting fic- cuz it helped me come up with a lot of the smaller details within chapter 1)

i did name it after the song from the death note musical cuz it can be interpreted about being about both tony and gregory. i meant it about gregory personally cuz at the end he quite literally is living on borrowed time (since tony’s death is the reason he’s able to get away from vanny. very remisa.), but tony is too throughout the entire fic, since obviously it’s an extension of his original implied lifespan (you’re welcome, you little shit.) and also cuz he’s putting up with (and being worn down by) greg’s shit the entire time in order to save gregory, even at the risk of his own safety, and i think that lines up really well too.

the chapters also all had individual names but too many were deathnote so i got embarrassed (og title of chapter 4 was the game begins lol, which is why the last sentence of chapter 3 was what it was)

color was SOOOO important. like the names i used were incredibly specific. i really wanted to emphasize how dead greg’s eyes are vs gregory, also how tony was losing steam cuz yk. traumatizing.

i based tony’s mom on mine lol. and she and my sib picked up on that immediately after they both read it (i didn’t have a beta cuz i didn’t take criticism or editing, but i did let them read it immediately) i know she doesn’t check on tony in the book when he sneaks out, but i figured that’s her giving him space, and i loveeeee projecting so that was reflected in the mom parts. mother’s instinct and all that. she totally knew greg was weird after the first night, he wasn’t just bullshitting on that part, but again, space (and yet another projection from a specific experience of my own).

greg. let’s fucking talk about greg. FIRST, he was gonna kill tony’s ass the whole time, despite chapter 4’s events. that was him being manipulative because i just don’t think greg *wouldn’t* notice tony’s behavior. as i wrote, he’s NOT subtle, even in actual canon. he meant what he said when he called him useful, and he certainly didn’t like feeling rejected, but don’t let him fool you, he doesn’t actually like tony. tony actually mentions this in chapter 2 as a possibility and much like his instincts in the actual book, he was right. it was just about dragging it out to make it worse on tony and getting something out of him as a bonus. i like to think of him as building on gregory’s original personality cuz virus, so he’s not that different, but he’s like,, worse if that makes sense. like the worst parts of gregory, amplified. with some killing, yk.

speaking of tony guessing, he was absolutely BULLSHITTING with the greg vs gregory shit. denial is not just a river, he just happened to be right. cuz seriously, he was two seconds from cracking anyway, i mean little dude is SO traumatized, especially at this point.

so gregory. he was able to communicate when half asleep cuz i think that greg/the actual virus would want him to experience the nightmares and such (agony continuing to feed the virus. yk. fnaf shit) to keep him in line. so this is the small window of opportunity he would have to even be a person, much less attempt to save himself. he’s miserable in this state though cuz tired and unable to be fully awake lol. also he can see everything greg does, hence knowing tony and trusting him, but he can’t really do anything about it. he’s always present though.

ellis wasn’t in this besides mentions because of multiple reasons. 1, i wanted to make it clear how much greg was isolating him. like that’s on purpose. 2, it would’ve gotten too convoluted to have tony protecting both of them in this specific case. and 3, i knew i wanted it to loop to security breach, so ellis would’ve interfered with that unless i killed him off. regardless of the fact that i personally see him dying in addition to tony as the canon post-ggy events [cuz let’s be real, regardless of if he believed it, he read tony’s paper. that’s a loose end and a disaster for greg waiting to happen. i don’t think he would risk it, especially since tony’s immediate disappearance would be sus as fuck.], i didn’t feel like killing him off needlessly.

so i actually sobbed after re-reading the end. giggled and kicked my feet about how awful it would be while writing it, but rest assured, it kicked my ass after. like to the point that i considered scrapping it and letting them get out safe (which is where the AU with Sunlight on Your Skin came in), but i knew this was the proper ending for both of them. greg ended up getting his way in the most fucked up way (tony was useful.) but also failing in the same breath, tony got to save gregory (giving him a far more satisfying character arc than his original, meaningless death. also fulfilling the void left by the guilt from not being able to help his dad’s fate), and gregory got saved, even if it was a hollow, tragic “victory” for him.

also i originally was going to have greg fatally wound tony as he won the game, but i wanted to bring in vanny (cuz of the “friends” comment from the beginning and it being brought up again by greg in one of the middle chapters) cuz A) i love my wife and B) it felt /too/ sad and angsty to the point of overkill (no pun intended)

oh. and gregory does actually like tony back, he wasn’t just saying it cuz wanting to escape and then him dying. just so we’re all aware. maybe not at that point as much as tony does (and not as much as he does in sunlight on your skin’s au continuation, cuz actually actively getting to be himself would help.), but it would’ve worked out if tony didn’t yk, kick the bucket. sorry if that makes his death worse.

[stuck-on-boops-alt]

so uh litg volume 13 happened..

I still like Hamish, but the spark is gone I'm afraid... I will just blame it on the writing lol

spoilers below and mostly rants, so if you're up for that, read on!

My thoughts on the talent show.. of course it was boring. I just sped through it most of the time. Hamish looked cute with the dog ears, but hhh the dog training part was so weird wtf. I was so shocked like.. 😧😧😧 I mean I think the writers thought it was funny, I guess? I had secondhand embarrassment for Lyn and Hamish, watching it unfold. 😂

The romantic gesture was uh.. it was cute? But.. paper airplanes again?? Really??? And the stuff that LI likes about MC are uh.. I swear they're so banal. I think it was just the merging personality thing because if it was specific for the LI, Hamish's writings on the papers would be something about their whacky shenanigans like the popcorn thing, their random banters and MC being someone that he feels safe to open up to-- not these generic-ass compliments. But yeah, I guess they were lazy to write something that isn't applicable for ALL the LIs 🤷🏻‍♀️

Eddie is still Eddie. I ignored his stinky cheese hair in all the episodes.

Now, I have to talk about the worst part of it all. I don't wanna be fucking reminded of the Sienna thing. It's sooooooo lame. The devs probably thought "oh we're going to make it seem like the s8 thing again where the LI comes in with Sienna BUT the twist is it's actually BELLA who is just the host! No one would expect that! We're going to sUbVeRt their expectations!” All I felt during that part is please get this over with. I don't need this. Get me outta here. End my misery 😭😭😭

Though.. I kinda wish they revealed more about our LI's birth chart. I was actually very curious and that was the only thing that piqued my interest.

Welp.. at least my mc Lyn and Hamish are finally and officially together. That cliffhanger tho ahaha.. just let Lyn say yes already gdi.

It's Season Finale next week. After that, goodbye forever LITG. I still might think about you from time to time. I still might draw something when I get nostalgic, but I will stay away from the game for good.

edit: I forgot to mention that I also hate how they brought Angie into it. What do you mean she and Sienna are besties? SHE WAS MY S4 MC'S BESTIE!! AND SIENNA AS MAID OF HONOUR OVER HER OWN SISTERS??? WHAT DO YOU MEANNN??? Sienna wtf stop stealing everyone. Your birth chart must be so whack 😭

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Day 1 -- Beatrix Russell

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober 2023, Day 1 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don’t interact.

Pegging with Beatrix Russell x M!Six

Woo-hoo! Okay, starting off this lovely Ktober with a fun and especially spicy one! Beatrix is just... goodness she's so fun, both in-game and to write! I mean, what's not to love about this sassy ghoul, honestly?

Anyways, I hope y'all like it, and are looking forward to this month of gratuitous sin like I am! Lol

Here is the link to my Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Pegging, teasing, dom/sub dynamics, master/pet dynamics, light bdsm/restraints, size kink/large cock strap, anal fingering, anal sex, light praise kink, punishment, overstimulation, light spanking, riding, multiple orgasms, orgasm control.

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Six’s fingers paled as he gripped the mattress sheet until it felt near to ripping. He panted as sweat dripped down his brow, the heat of the Mojave night sweltering in the dim Wrangler hotel room Beatrix had chosen to do her business in. 

“Y’know? Can honestly say I’m glad you decided to come and see what it’s like to be a client of mine.” 

She added another finger to Six’s asshole, racking the number up to a hefty four digits spreading him out. Black splotches reigned over his vision, the blissful mix of pain from the stretch, and pleasure from the way her fingers twisted and curled within him making his body tremble. 

“Way your thighs‘re shakin’ is making my black, leather-bound heart jus' soar.” 

Beatrix dragged her free hand down the line of Six’s back, her fingernails leaving faint marks drawn over his skin. 

“Aw, my sweet little cowpoke, this provin’ too much for ya? Got some bad news ‘bout my strap, then.” 

“N-no.” Six whined out, thrusting his needy hips back until she reached knuckle-deep inside him. “Please, ma’am, need it.” 

He couldn’t even think to be embarrassed about his begging, about the way his cock cried tears of pre-cum despondently into the sheets below, the way his voice shook and his body writhed against his restraints and into her aching touch. 

It was all too addicting. 

He had to check it out for himself, when he met one of the clients he’d secured for her after a session, and he seemed like a changed man, one whose lost all worries-- and an ability to walk like a normal person. It had… intrigued the courier. 

Now… now he wondered if he could ever go back. Not even one full session in, and Six would do anything for Beatrix Russell, anything she asked, and he’d obey without question. She was sure of herself, sexy, confident, rocking more leather than a brahmin, and packing a rubber cock near as big as a bull’s too. 

“Hmm, I s’pose you been a decent little pup for me so far.” Her fingers gave a distinctive curl against the walls of his ass, and Six groaned in response as tears sprung to his eyes. 

“And so reactive. Opposite o’ boring, ‘s what you are, little one.” 

“I’ll be so good for you, ma’am.” Six promised as she hauled her fingers out of him, giving one final tug as they came away, and watching with a vicious sort of pleasure at the way his cock gave a pathetic little jump in its despair. The neglect of it. 

“Oh, don’t I know it. Can’t wait to see you writhin' on my strap. Have you lookin’ like a right proper cowboy, with how you’ll be walkin’ so bowlegged in the mornin’.” 

Her weight vanished from the mattress, leaving Six to wait with held breath, to cling to the bed with strained fingers as he stayed firmly put on all fours. A spreader bar ensured he remained nice and open and vulnerable to her, and the roughened straps fastened around his wrists kept him from pushing her back, crawling away from her contact, or pleasuring himself without her permission. 

It left him wanting; mad with his own need for her attention, her touch– rough and overwhelming as it may be-- Six took what she gave him, and he did it with plentiful thanks. 

The clinking of metal fastenings sounded behind him, and Six chanced a glance over his shoulder at the fate that awaited him. 

A chill ran up his whole body, the tingles concentrating between his legs and on those peaking points upon his chest as he took in the enormity of the thing. Damn near as long as his forearm, and thick as those four fingers she’d had shoved into him only moments ago, he almost felt like passing out at the mere thought of that monstrosity forcing its way inside him. 

Even so, Six couldn’t help but notice the way his mouth watered and his pleading eyes grew narrowed with increased need, at the way one of her hands ran over the dark, intimidating thing, stroking glistening lube along the whole length of it.

He shivered again, especially once he caught her gaze, their eyes meeting as hers crinkled with the dry smugness of her grin. 

She’s really going to enjoy this, huh?

Six gulped, feeling the lump in his throat work its way down the center of his body so slowly, like swallowing down a fistful of gravel. 

Probably not as much as I will, though.

His own smug smile spread to his lips as Six turned to look away from her. The anticipation of it was too good to ruin by peeking backwards. 

Beatrix’s footsteps approached, creaking wood below sure feet; then, the telltale give of the mattress as she climbed atop it behind him. His body gave a violent jerk as she set her hands on him, stroking textured fingers over his back in a soothing motion that soon made his teeth grit together as she decided to dig in her fingernails in and leave another roadway of marks upon him. 

Six hissed at the feeling, and heard her approving hum in response. The sound went straight to his cock, any form of praise that escaped the hard woman’s lips serving as more than a miracle in his eyes. Her few-and-far-between compliments were about as likely for him to hear as rainfall in the Mojave, and just about as lovely as that cool, dousing feeling when it did come. 

“Ohh, yeah, yer ‘bout ready, I’d say. Eager too. I like that in a pet.” Beatrix practically growled out the last bit, and Six’s erection gave another painful, wanting pulse. 

“Let’s see how long it lasts that you’ll be wanting more of me, eh?”

Six bit his lip at the right moment, it would seem, for just as his teeth set over the skin, one of Beatrix’s hands left his back, grasped the thick, rubber head of her strap, and slotted it right over his tender, pre-stretched asshole. 

He released a throaty groan as she teased him with the tip, rubbing the slickness generously over his entrance. His unrestrained vocal pleasure was Six’s form of singing praise to her, as Beatrix began to press inside, then pull away a moment, only to return and go a bit further. All Six could do was pant and grunt against the skin of his bottom lip as he held firm to it with clenched teeth. 

“More.” He finally begged the woman, after she ceased pushing further, and only popped the wide head of her strap inside, before immediately withdrawing, stretching him painfully over the exaggerated, hard rubber glans with each shallow stroke. 

Six’s eyes snapped open wide as he felt the sting of a sharp slap over his asscheek, and he let out a yelp in surprise. 

“You orderin’ me ‘round, pet?” Beatrix spat the last word, her voice coarse like sand and dried tumbleweeds as it pointedly left her throat. 

“N-no!” The courier insisted, “Just… ah–” 

Another too-short thrust into him had Six flexing and whining at the same time.

“Ugh, ma’am, please…Just a bit further in.” 

To prove his point even further, Six thrust his hips back towards her, and nearly cursed as she drew backwards, keeping their contact exactly the same, despite his efforts. 

“Please.” It was nearly a sob now, and SIx didn’t have to look to know the shit-eating sort of expression that was plastered to her face at the sound of his pathetic supplication. 

“Should make you fuckin’ suck on it, after the shit you just tried to pull.” 

Six had to fight not to shake his head aggressively at the thought of it. All worked up, his ass clenching and his thighs shaking as she was so close to truly breaching him, and for her to just… pull away? To set his mouth upon the rubber, making love to an object-- that had no ability to feel-- with his tongue and lips as Beatrix looked down at him; a hard, set brow adorning her cold, amused eyes and a cigarette between her own lips as she watched him debase himself for no gain besides his own frustration and humiliation. 

Actually... some days he might not mind that…

Now, though? When his cock is fit to burst, his ass milking anything it can for everything it can possibly give, his voice crying out, leaving him in desperate whines, his hands gripping onto the bed to the point of numbness? 

He couldn’t imagine a worse torture. 

“But, I’m feelin’ generous tonight, cowpoke. So, I s’pose I’ll just have to punish you another way.”

Six held his breath then, waiting for anything, the worst, even, but it was anything but. With no previous warning, Beatrix pushed forward, sheathing the majority of her gargantuan strap deep inside him with one firm thrust. 

A long, deep moan tore itself from the very back of his throat, and a black vignette surrounded the whole of his vision as she reached that point deep inside that made his body sing. 

She didn’t stop there, though, no. Six wasn’t given a moment of respite, a moment to get used to the shock of the stretch, of the depth, to soak in that pleasurable feeling inside him, before she began to really thrust. The ghoul’s own grunts left her as she exerted herself and her pleasurable will upon him. Her hands held bruisingly to his hips, and he felt the sharp jab of her hip bones spike into him as she managed to fully sheathe the rubber behemoth inside him on just the third or fourth thrust. 

“Goddamn, m-master, I– fuck…” Six could hardly form words, feeling as though he were frothing at the mouth like some wild mongrel as the pleasure overwhelmed his mind. Each pulse of her against him had spots flying over his vision, had his fingers clenching harder to the mattress below, had his breath coming out in great, hot puffs of air like a fire gecko learning to shoot its flame. 

“Ohh, call me master again, pet, I like the sound of that.” 

One hand stroked appreciatively over his back, and the tingles running up Six’s spine just then felt like shocks of lightning spiking through his veins. 

“F-feels so good, m-master. So, so good to me.” He managed out, his eyes set on the dark spot upon the mattress where his sweat was dripping down from his brow and gathering in a small puddle over the sheets. “Need you to keep going, please.” 

“Oh, you do, huh?” She continued her blistering pace, pounding away with her hips jutting into the flesh of his ass with each hefty stroke. 

“You need it? Really, truly need it?” 

“Uh huh.” Six nodded eagerly, deliriously, even.

“Good, then show me.” 

His gaze snapped back to her, foggy with pleasure, but his inquiry still plain enough in his expression for her to know precisely what he wished to voice.

“That's right. Ride me, cowboy. Ride my big, hard strap until you feel like yer leg’s’ll fall off, or yer ass’ll split clean open. That’s what I want from you, pet.” 

“Y-yes, ma’am.” Was all he could manage, before Beatrix pulled completely, shockingly, out of him, leaving his ass empty and gaping in its massive wake. 

Six was breathless at the feeling, a long moan escaping him at the drag of her thickness over his tender walls, before the feeling was gone, and he was at a loss. 

“Bea– ahem, ma’am, I–”

“Who said you was needin’ to yammer on?” 

Her voice sounded close to his ear as he suddenly felt her hands set upon the leather straps on his right wrist. The leather loosened as she unbuckled it, then moved to the next one, before she moved, too, to undo the metal clasps around his ankles. Soon enough, Six was completely untethered now, his muscles aching as he moved out of that default position she’d had him locked in for so long. 

His first instinct was to grab ahold of his achingly hard cock, to stroke it, to squeeze himself and give his throbbing member the attention it’d been craving for over almost two whole, unsatisfying hours. 

She’d never let that fly though. 

He paused, considering if it’d be worth it, until he heard a snap of Beatrix’s fingers. 

“You wanna end up all tied up again, boy?” 

“N-no–” He started.

“Well, even if you did, it don’t much matter to me what you want, does it?” 

Six just assumed the question was rhetorical, what with all the interrupting she’d been doing. 

“No, it matters what I want, pet. And you know what I want?” 

Six’s eyes darted to her gleaming strap as it stood high and proud over her waist as she lay back on the bed. 

“Yeah, that’s right.” Both her hands swiped up and down the length of the colossal thing, and Six faintly wondered how the hell it had been all the way inside him. And how the hell it had felt good there. 

“So you gonna climb on, or do I need to grab my switch an' give you a lil extra motivation?” 

Six jolted at that, instantly moving to obey her wants as he crawled over to straddle her waist. 

He had to raise himself as tall as he could manage while still on his knees to be able reach the full height of the rubber cock, and bring the substantial head of it to rest at his winking entrance. 

It was intimidating, the feel of the hard material in his hand, the trouble he had wrapping his fingers completely around it, but his own want spurred him forward. That, and the knowledge that, hey, he’d already taken it once. 

With a deep breath, he began to slowly ease himself downwards. 

Six’s teeth gritted together as he slowly sat down in Beatrix’s lap, his eyes closed firmly in concentration, and in bliss, as the strap somehow seemed to reach further inside than it had the first time. 

A groan left him, and sweat beaded on his brow as he finally reached its end, and just as he felt himself starting to relax around the enormity of the beast inside him, a sharp slap stung on his asscheek. 

“Let’s get a move-on, cowboy. I ain’t got all night.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” He panted out obediently, and began to raise himself a few inches upwards, before letting himself drop back down. 

To help with balance, Six’s hands rested on either side of the ghoul’s body beneath him as he began to thrust in earnest, raising as high as he comfortably could, before letting gravity force him back down, until he felt the tip of her strap pounding deliciously into that sensitive place deep within him. 

“Make some noise for me, pet. I wanna hear ya.” 

His eyes opened as he obeyed, looking down at Beatrix’s expression, and he noted the way his stimulation was rubbing the belt of the strap-on right over her clit, stimulating her just as well. As per her request, Six gave up trying to hold back his sounds, letting the grunts and breathy moans leave him liberally with each heavenly stroke of her rubber cock against his trembling walls, with each dizzying pound of her deep inside him. 

“That’s a boy. Much better.” 

Her praise left him woozy, lightheaded with the pleasure it brought, and Six’s cock drooled another stream of pre-cum that dripped down his aching, bobbing shaft. 

His pace only increased from there, as Beatrix’s girth stretched him out, as her own moans left her at the feel of his pressure over her sensitive nub, and her hips began to grind upwards to meet him. 

“F-fuck, feels so good, master.” He let slip with little more than a whine, and could feel the smugness coming in waves off of the ghoul beneath him. 

“Yeah, it does.” She growled, “How ‘bout this ti– ahh.” 

Another moan left her, and Six felt her pace below him stutter, forcing him downwards onto the rubber cock harder than he’d anticipated, shooting stars behind his vision and pleasure up his spine.  

"F-finish me off, and I’ll reward you, pet.” Beatrix finished, and with that, Six nodded frantically, and changed his position a bit overtop her. He leaned forward, pressing his hips as close to hers as he could manage, and ground into her there, the stimulation of the strap's head over his prostate causing his thighs to shake until he felt like he might simply topple over. 

She’d been closer than he thought, though, Six realized as Beatrix shuddered beneath him, her hands wringing the bedsheets and a throaty groan escaping her as she rode out her release with him still grinding the belt into her clit. 

He continued dutifully, despite his trembling limbs, until Beatrix’s hands forced him to sit back and ease the pressure over her oversensitive little nub. 

“S’pose that was… good enough.” She panted out, and Six felt another rush of heat to his groin. 

“Now yer turn, I guess.” 

His excitement hardly had time to bubble up in him, before Beatrix was leaning up against the pillows behind her, and her rough hands were moving to grasp over his darkened, throbbing cock. 

He practically squealed as she took a firm hold of him, providing no mercy at all as she used both hands to wring out his cock between strong fingers. 

“Fffuck, m-master, please…”

Six was whining now, bucking his hips into her feverishly, unsure if he was trying desperately to thrust into the contact or away from it. 

“Please, what?”

“C-can I cum?” He pleaded, eyes closed, mouth gaping, cock weeping and ass clenching as all the sensations washed over him, flooding his body with building bliss that was bound to spill over at any moment.

“Oh…” She pondered cruelly as her hands redoubled their efforts to wring him dry, one scraping painfully over his engorged cockhead until he was shouting out his frustrated pleasure to the dingy ceiling above. 

“Fine.” 

Beatrix finally said, and not a moment later, Six was spilling his seed generously over his own stomach, and then out onto hers, his pent-up cock releasing like a firehouse with the force of his blinding, all-encompassing orgasm. 

“Goooood.” Beatrix murmured as she continued stroking over him, too fast, too hard.

Soon enough, Six’s legs were trembling uncontrollably, his voice was more cry than shout, his ass ached and pleaded for relief from the continuing pressure of the huge strap inside him, and his hips were flinching back from her overwhelming touch. He made to move away, to pull off of her, to push her hands from their place on his spent cock, but Beatrix’s look halted him. 

“No, ya don’t, cowboy.” 

Six could only whine as his stomach flexed, and his cock spurted the absolute last it had to give weakly down his shaft to dribble onto her gripping hands. 

“I ain’t done with you yet.” 

“Please…” He croaked out as his body shook, as sweat poured from him. 

“Nope. Still got a punishment due, don’t ya? You make to order me 'round, this is what you get. Just consider yerself lucky it ain’t any worse.” 

Tears were falling from the corners of his eyes as she continued stroking over him, his cock reluctantly hardening again at her attentions, but becoming no less sensitive to them. 

“I’m not hearin’ a ‘thank you.’” Beatrix's voice was so pointed, it may as well have been a spear, pricking at his mind painfully, just as her fingernails dragged cruelly over the beyond-sensitive skin of his shaft. 

“T-thank you.” Six sobbed as his cock swelled further still, as his asshole clenched, this time in pain, on her torturous rubber strap.

“Thank you…?” 

“Fuck, ah, thank you, master.” Six relented easily, his voice giving way to another shout as his cock was pushed past its limits again, pulsing painfully in her grasp as a few sad little bursts of milky cum left it. 

His body was wracked with painful bliss, his vision turning white at her overwhelming attentions, and yet still, Beatrix showed no signs of relenting. 

“Aw, now did ya see that?” Her voice had a mock affection to it, “How sweet. Now, just a few more of those, and I say we’ll be done.” 

Six only groaned, as he felt his exhausted cock twitch reluctantly in her hands. 

[disdaidal]

WIP tag game: Tell me about Touch Starved Roommates and A Late Visit please!

Touch Starved Roommates already answered here. :)

A Late Visit is the first fic I started writing for FF7R a while ago. I’ve been thinking about turning this story into a whole fic series where four characters are in a poly relationship together (I actually posted a little gifset about that on my side blog heh :)) and write different stories/versions about their relationship. This first part would be a smutty one-shot between Zack and Cloud.

I will ramble a little bit more about this idea under the cut and post a snippet of said story. If you’re curious about that, feel free to check it out. If not, then feel free to skip this altogether. :)

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So, my idea here is that Cloud and Zack are old friends who used to be soldiers working under the same company. Then, Some really bad shit happened in that company, forcing them both to quit and look for work as mercenaries instead.

They both have girlfriends—Cloud’s with Tifa and Zack’s with Aerith—who also happen to be best friends with each other (possibly even girlfriends later).

So, Tifa and Aerith are out having a girls’ night, and the boys stay home. It's late at night and Cloud feels bored and lonely. So, he calls Zack, who's equally bored and lonely, and so Cloud rides his motorcycle to Zack’s and Aerith’s place to spend some quality time with an ‘old friend.’

The boys hang out and chill together, talk about work and girlfriends, and reminisce about the good old times. They drink some beer, a little bit of something hard and bitter as well, and as a result, start feeling tipsy. Because they’re old friends and went through some truly tough times together—could be some old, long-buried feelings still linger there under the surface... buried but not forgotten—and so, one thing leads to another. :)

And here’s that snippet that I promised:

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There’s a silver barbell on Zack’s belly button. It glimmers with a small, clear diamond. Probably fake, but Cloud’s not an expert and doesn’t really care either. It looks very elegant on Zack… and incredibly hot.

The room temperature suddenly gets two or three degrees warmer. Cloud feels his brain short-circuit for a good long minute or so. His eyes go wide, and his mouth goes slack.

Zack clears his throat, drawing Cloud’s attention, and cocks his eyebrow. “Like it?” There’s a hint of smirk on Zack’s face, like he knows something that Cloud doesn’t. Bastard.

Cloud looks away, and he feels his face burn. It’s not polite to stare. Especially at a guy who’s his good friend, who Cloud totally didn't crush on in the army; who's still hot, if not even hotter now; and who's totally not taking advantage of his good looks by strutting around the house wearing that slutty crop top, showing off those killer abs and the belly button piercing. Not to mention those snug dark jeans that hug his muscular thighs and firm ass just right.

Zack's smug face isn't helping, and knowing him, he's probably drinking it all up, enjoying Cloud's embarrassment. After all, Zack was always the one who preened and loved the attention (he's basically a puppy), whereas Cloud's shy and awkward and hated having all eyes on him. He still does.

Cloud's mouth feels dry and his heart beats so fast, but he finally dares a glance at Zack again. Who's still very much smirking and even quirks an eyebrow at him. Idiot.

"Looks good on you," Cloud finally attempts, croaks a little, and then tries not to cringe about it. "When'd you take it exactly?"

Zack practically beams at that. “Oh, I don’t know, six months ago maybe?" The brunet replies. All casual, like it's no biggie. Like having your belly button pierced is the most common thing in the world. Cloud frowns.

“Okay, so... What prompted you to take it?” He asks gently, genuinely curious now. He’s always known Zack to make decisions in the heat of the moment. The guy's carefree like that; doesn't really care what other people think about him.

Until he wants attention and praise, that is.

Zack laughs and shakes his head. “Well, there was this one time I got a bit too drunk at Seventh Heaven, and we had this stupid bet with Reno-” Cloud instantly rolls his eyes at the mention of Reno, “-that whoever loses the drinking game has to get one body part pierced.”

Cloud grunts, incredulously. “And you lost to Reno, of all people?”

Zack could always hold his liquor better than Cloud—in fact, there had been a couple of instances where Zack had literally had to carry a passed-out Cloud over his shoulder all the way from a pub back to his own apartment.

Something that Cloud prefers very much not to think about right now or how strong Zack really is. It's not doing him any favors here.

“Weird, right? Thought it was gonna be a piece of cake ‘cause you know me and how much I can drink, and there's no way that scrawny little asshole could ever beat me, but believe me or not, Reno can really hold his liquor. Apparently,” Zack laughs nervously, rolling his blue eyes a little. Cloud still doesn't quite believe him.

Zack continues: “So, after Reno had me beat at that game and we were like, totally wasted and all, he tried to change the rules. 'Cause that's Reno fucking Sinclair, right? Like, sheesh, fuck that guy. Anyway, he was gonna try changing the rules so the winner can choose which body part you have to get pierced.”

Cloud instantly grimaces and scoffs. Knowing Reno, he’s not exactly surprised to hear that.

"And knowing Reno and his twisted little mind, he started going back and forth about whether I should get my nipple, or hells, my dick pierced." Cloud's eyes go wide, and he actually snorts a little. Zack fervently continues, "Which, I'm not gonna lie, made me really fucking nervous 'cause could you even imagine getting your dick pierced? Like, how painful it could be?"

Cloud shudders; his shoulders shake. Although he can't deny there's a certain appeal to it—like, he's really straining not to think about Zack's dick right now and how it would look pierced—still, the whole idea sounds extremely painful to him.

He offers his friend a sympathetic look instead. “So, what happened, then?”

“Well,” Zack smirks. He drapes one tanned, muscular arm over the backrest of the couch. Just behind Cloud’s head, which the blonde desperately tries to ignore. “Your girlfriend happened. You know how Tifa gets when she’s pissed, right?"

Cloud nods like it’s obvious. Of course he does—she’s his girlfriend, duh.

"Like, she just stared down at Reno with this kind of menacing look on her face that still gives me chills-” Cloud smiles; he knows exactly what Zack is talking about. “And she reminded him of some ‘agreement’ they have. I don’t know what that’s all about, and I’m not sure I even want to know, but Reno totally paled out. I’ve never seen him that freaked out or witnessed anyone shut his mouth as quickly as Tifa did, so it was kind of funny. So, there. All thanks to your wonderful girlfriend, my dick and nipples are still intact.”

Cloud smirks and hums at this. So very proud because that's his girl and he knows he can always count on her to do the right thing. He finally dares to peek at Zack's piercing again, still feels slight heat on his face and gives it a pointed look. “So, how’d you end up with that one?”

Zack kind of beams again and then looks down, almost shyly. “Ah. Well… it was Aerith’s suggestion, actually. She thought it would look good on me, so I took it. And then she said she likes it, so I haven’t taken it off yet.”

[narrators-journal]

may i request persona 2 katsuya suou/nekomata please? if at all possible, could katsuya be under the effects of "blow a kiss" (charm spell) but have it go wrong in front of the party (maya, ulala, baofu, elly or nanjo if you wish)? if you feel so inclined, emphasising how katsuya has no sense of decency (undresses himself) while in front of his friends (varying degrees of interested, embarrassed, and amused) would be really neat.

if you're not in the mood to write nekomata sex, then just making him fuck one of the other party members works fine. same reactions though... katsuya's a freak

I just sort of let this one...flow. So, it didn’t end up very aligned with the actual ask as I just let the horny vibes flow a bit. Then, I went back and I cleaned it up, shaped it up a bit into a coherent scenario, but I left a lot up to the reader. Namely the aftermath. I didn’t know how to end this one really well, so! It’s up to ya’ll lol.

Jk, kinda. In all seriousness, I just sort of rolled with what felt right and tried to keep at least a little? Of the ask’s spirit. Sorry that it didn’t follow it real well. I WAS originally gonna go for the monsterfucking, but I didn’t think Maya would let Katsuya do that lol. So, I went instead for the team mate option and made it into some Katsubao bc I like their dynamic so far in the game. I hope you find this bit o’ writing just as enjoyable!

CW: Gentle amounts of semi-public energy. They’re in a gym locker room at least. Hand jobs, aphrodisiacs.

Baofu shoved a shirtless, half undressed Katsuya Suou into GOLD’s empty men’s locker room and onto one of the benches between the rows of cold, silver lockers. The demonic power of the Nekomata’s attack like a thick miasma on the man’s sun-tanned skin. “Breathe, Katsudon, before you pass out.” the gruff man ordered when the officer began to pant like a dog in summer despite the chill of the metal bench. Though, he didn’t need to look deeply into the cop’s frantic brown eyes to know he wouldn’t hear him. So, he just left the conversation there to focus instead on the brunette man’s pants.

I’ll give you this, officer. You’re pretty impressive so far. He thought when he allowed himself to drink in the tent pitched in Katsuya’s professional gray slacks due to the Nekomata’s charm attacks. Actually, the fact you’re still conscious after three marin karins is impressive too. Baofu continued to think. Though, he didn’t verbalize the partial praise, last thing he wanted was the cop being able to recall his words once the madness of lust faded. So, he kept his mouth shut as he undid Katsuya’s pants and tugged down his plain blue boxers. “Of course your boxers are just one boring ass color. Your favorite is probably beige.” Baofu snorted, mostly to himself before he used a bit of his spit as lube. His only response being a low groan that bubbled up out of the brunette when his palm met the overly sensitive skin of his erection. Yet, that didn’t bother the taiwanese man as he sat beside the cop on the cold bench and set to work. Honestly, he sort of preferred how Katsuya’s mind was little more than desperately horny mush. He was less likely to bring up some annoying law to dissuade the hacker’s slow strokes. Under the spell of a demon’s charm? The detective’s only reaction to the friction, was to whine and rock his hips into Baofu’s hand. No scolding in sight.

The usually stiff, strict police officer was, instead, quick to devolve into a complete mess for the hacker. All it took was a firm grip, slow strokes, and occasional breaks to rub small circles into the brunette’s tip. That was it. With the bare minimum of friction along Katsuya’s throbbing length, the mafia hunter had the tall man a mess of pants, moans, and thoughtless attempts to thrust into his hand and encourage him to speed up. You’re so fucking lucky we’re on a time crunch. Or I’d torment you for hours.

Regardless of that thought, he put his hand over Katsuya’s mouth and picked up the pace. With a tighter grip, faster movements, and louder whines and moans as a reward. The closer position more than small enough to let the hacker smell the geranium and cinnamon of Katsuya’s cologne on his too-warm skin while the brunette writhed in desperation, but Baofu ignored that. He pointedly kept his focus on his hand and not the ball of warmth that slowly built up in his own gut with each mewl and thrust to chase a release from the demon’s magic.

A release that thankfully wasn’t far away, because Baofu didn’t need a boner of his own after the cop came undone completely onto the locker room’s floor. The detective had the excuse of a Nekomata having cursed him, Baofu didn’t.

[scorbleeo]

Book Chat: God of Ruin

Legacy of Gods (Book 4) by Rina Kent

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I’m out for revenge. After careful planning, I gave the man who messed with my family a taste of his own medicine. I thought it’d end there. It didn’t. Landon King is a genius artist, a posh rich boy, and my worst nightmare. He’s decided that I’m the new addition to his chess game. Too bad for him, I’m no pawn. If he hits, I hit back, twice as hard and with the same hostility. He says he’ll ruin me. Little does he know that ruination goes both ways.

Source: Goodreads (2023)

I'm Embarrassed

I really did not do God of Ruin justice. My only goal to reading this book was finishing it so I could get into the next book immediately. That being said, I entered the Rina Kent universe only for Brandon and Nikolai, so by default, only for God of Fury. Knowing that is the next book in the reading order, I was breezing through God of Ruin like it was unimportant. When I say I sped-read through this book, I truly meant it, I probably missed a ton of sentences and with that, some minute details.

Now, going on to the review, this is the first book in the Legacy of Gods series where I felt the first half was bad and it got better afterwards. Let me put it this way, I was bored through the first half which made speeding through it a lot easier than usual. Unlike many, I never hated Landon before God of Ruin but because of that, he was nothing fascinating here. He even annoyed me several times initially.

Thus, when his eventual and gradual character arc redemption arrived, I wasn't wow-ed by it. Just felt like it was something Kent had to write because all her characters must not be horrible at the end of the day, right? I know I sound bitter here but that's because God of Ruin really was very average.

The character arc redemption was one thing. But the trauma plot? So weak. Mia's entire character ever since she was 8 was due to the trauma she suffered but the resolution was not even half-assed, it was less than that. Why give Mia such a character, have plenty of pages to foreshadow and yet the final countdown was so pathetic? Personally, I think the biggest problem with the trauma plot was that Kent did not know when or how to foreshadow it through the book. This would have been such a kickass final countdown scene yet ultimately, it fell flat, so very flat.

One last thing, I am aware Kent might be having fatigue from writing stories in this universe now, which I completely get. Because not only do we have the same kind of characters in the same series (Killian, Creighton, Landon and since she's been hinting at it, Eli), her writing for God of Ruin was sloppy. I will just use one example: In Chapter 33, due to Mia's friendship with Jeremy, Landon said he will bump Jeremy up to the top of his shit list. You know who else who happened to be very different from Landon said a similar sentence? Nikolai, to Mia, about Brandon, earlier in this book.

I do want to justify Kent's sloppy writing to her fatigue for this world, and I will. Unfortunately, Kent's lines around all her characters are becoming muddled. Not only are so many of her characters similar, she's using very specific sayings for characters that should not have had those same kinds of sayings. This is not the first time I caught it but this series had multiple of this instances, I have had enough and need to point it out.

Despite this entire post being filled with complains, I like God of Ruin. I just think Kent should not have written them all one after another. Someone, or many, should have told her to take a break, write something else in between and clear her mind of this world for a while. Because back in her first series, all the guys and the ladies had such distinctive personalities yet in this series...

Rating: ★★★☆☆

More on the Legacy of Gods series here: God of Malice (#1) | God of Pain (#2) | God of Wrath (#3)

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AFTERTHOUGHTS : The Final Horizon

Game: Sonic Frontiers - The Final Horizon Update (September 28, 2023)

Console: Xbox One

I can't believe October's already almost done! I feel like I got very little done despite working my butt off all month. Oh well. There's still a week left if nothing else. I've also got a lot on my plate gaming wise, it's honestly a little overwhelming how much came out / is coming out that I want to play! So I figure, why not just go ahead and write up some thoughts on things so I have a clean slate for games coming up? To start myself off, my first ever write up about a DLC I think?

As always. This isn't a review, I'm just throwing up my thoughts about the game I played so I can drain them out of my tiny little gamer brain. This should not be used as a guide for if the game is worth playing, everything I write up shouldn't be taken as professional critique or anything like that.

AND OF COURSE, SPOILERS FOR THE SONIC FRONTIERS FINAL HORIZONS DLC UPDATE. SINCE I'M SURE SOME PEOPLE STILL HAVEN'T GOTTEN PAST THAT DRAGON CHALLENGE!!

Opening

So, my thoughts on Sonic Frontiers were written up alllll the way back when I was still sharing thoughts on Twitter before... the incident. You can read those here (x), but generally my thoughts are that the game was WONDERFUL! Super fun to play, incredibly charming, and I appreciated that it really felt like a Sonic loveletter to my favorite era of the series, rather than seeming like it was embarrassed by itself like the series had been acting like for a while. So, of course, I was INCREDIBLY excited to see that the game wasn't just getting DLC, but a whole new DLC story mode with serious stakes and a new super form and Sonic's friends being playable again!? Hell yes!! So I played it day one and uh...

Stuff I didn't like

I... kinda hated this DLC? I know I'm not really alone on this, a lot of people seemed to be mixed on it at best. But, no, like, I didn't really like it much at all. I'll try to keep it brief because I really don't like being negative, especially about Sonic which gets too much undeserved heat. But man, this just really sucked in my opinion.

First up, those towers. I played this on hard up until Dragon Challenge where I had to give up and swap to easy. Let's just start with what everyone is saying: this DLC is too damn hard!! I know I can swap to easy, but after the main game required I play on Hard Mode for the true ending, I wanted to keep playing Hard Mode! But the towers are just so frustrating, and janky, and not well designed at all. It requires you to do tedious amounts of trial and error just to figure out what you're doing. But if you slip up once you do the whole tower again, and some towers have things that don't reset so you have to awkwardly walk through them. It was so weird and I've genuinely have never felt so much like a Sonic thing was lacking in quality as much as I did with these only up ass towers. And then the challenges at the end were so stupid. Maybe not as hard, but so insanely cryptic and I genuinely have no idea why. I don't want to like, spend hours figuring out the only way you want me to defeat an enemy. I want to use all the points I collected through the game! Come on!! This really stung in the boss rush, those bosses were the best part of the base game. But you just don't really get to fight them this time and it makes them so boring and tedious. It's all about those damn perfect parries, but I kept having issues where they would CONSTANTLY miss me despite me standing still, making me lose insane amounts of time waiting for them to swing again. And then on top of that, having to climb up the titans every time is so time consuming. I genuinely don't know if this was possible on hard mode. And while it's easy once you figure out exactly piece for piece every secret way to deal massive amounts of damage, it sucks that you have to do that instead of just enjoying the meat headed brute forced KH2 like carnage the fights were designed to be.

Then there's the new characters. I'm super glad they're here. But they're just not fun. At all. I think they all controlled weirdly. They have no combat focus whatsoever which was a huge disappointment. I think they're challenges REALLY sucked a lot, like I only had fun with Tails' because the Cyclone (which was great to see return) let me skip all his stupid ass challenges. This was maybe the biggest disappointment of the whole thing. I just felt like this was so underwhelming, and you barely even really use them considering playing Only Up for 500 years consumes most of your time.

And then there's the final boss. So this whole DLC was kind of a let down cause it's barely story focused at all, which I kind of was expecting more story considering that's how it was advertised? And what little story is there... is basically the same as the base game? So, my main issues with the base game were how it wrapped up: That being, no new super form, and no serious final boss where you get to do a Titan styled boss fight against THE END. And I REALLY thought that's what this DLC would be correcting, maybe that's on me, but that's what it REALLY seemed like! But ultimately, the ending is basically identical.

YES, there is a new final boss. But it totally sucks. It's just the same titan again! At least in the base game you do fight THE END (in a bullet hell mode which I love lol, but it's not what I wanted!) in this DLC you don't even fight it! The whole final boss was so weird, severing the connection was, again, so cryptic. And the whole final boss was really defensive based which was more annoying cause you'd have to go super offensive, then just know when you had to perfect parry cause the camera often wouldn't show the energy projectiles for me. And I still do not understand what the hell was up with the energy barrier sequence. Idk maybe I'm just stupid but it made no sense.

Then, Super Sonic 2 barely really plays a role in it. It's just for perfect parrying which sucks. And then Corruption Sonic REALLY barely plays a role. Showing up, getting shot out of a gun (by eggman this time which I'll admit might be cooler than Sage doing it cause it reminds me of Sonic Advance haha), and then just instantly leaving. It was cool! But it was the EXACT SAME THING! This basically all happened the first time but with a boss that was actually cool. Idk, all I wanted was a Titan Styled Super Sonic 2 / Corruption Sonic fight against THE END that was like the other bosses. And the DLC couldn't even deliver on that.

Lastly, just as a side note. I hated those damn cyberspace levels. I feel insane, EVERYONE loved them but me. I hated them in the base game, and every single one I tried in this DLC would like, fling me off the map or trick me into dying every time. They sucked! I hated them!

Stuff I liked

oops, I guess I really went off. It's not all doom and gloom though. It has some alright music, not as good as the base game imo but it's okay. Corruption Sonic and Super Sonic 2 are cool. And I am interested to see what will become of SS2 going forward.

Final Thoughts

Yeah, ultimately, I think the best thing I can say about this DLC was that it was free. I hate to be so negative about a series I tend to be very generous towards. But damn, I just really hated this. It seriously felt like they took EVERYTHING good about Frontiers, awesome spectacles, meat headed combat, and super fun exploration. And pushed it all aside to focus on the absolute worst aspects of it, that being the towers and the cyberspace levels. It's neat that it went for a more defensive angle rather than the super aggro gameplay the base game had. But it just straight up was not fun at all.

I'll be honest, Frontiers gave me SO much hope for the future, maybe we were finally going back to something more serious with Sonic. The characters were back, the stories were back. This game wasn't perfect, but it was damn close! But this DLC really reeks of Sonic Team falling for the same pitfalls again, namely, really focusing in on what people who don't care about Sonic much say vs what fans say. A lot of people said Frontiers was easy yes, but I don't think fans were asking for this level on insanity. Yes a lot of people probably did like the Cyber Space levels. But I don't think most fans really wanted that to be the focus.

Like, I can already see the next Sonic game axing the open world gameplay in favor of get-to-the-goal stuff again because everyone seems to LOVE the new Cyberspace levels. I can already see them axing letting you play as Sonic's friends again cause they fucking sucked to play as in this DLC. But like, that's not what I want! I want MORE experimental gameplay, MORE intense stories, MORE playable characters. And at first it felt like that MIGHT be happening, but honestly my optimism is seriously shaken by this DLC.

Of course, I am just salty so I guess we'll have to wait and see. Hopefully my fears won't come true. But for now, yes, I hated this Free DLC I didn't even have to play lmao.

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wow that might be my most negative afterthoughts yet. Honestly I'm not really sure I even want to post this one just cause it's SO brutally negative. I guess I'll post it for now but I might take it down later if I feel like it's just too much. I don't mind being negative, but there's a point where it just makes me depressed, if that makes sense. But I've been holding this rant in for a bit now so here it is.

Yeah that's basically all there is to it. Sonic Frontiers, absolutely amazing! Final Horizon? Totally sucked. I want playable friends again, but please let them actually be REAL characters and involved in the gameplay instead of just... idk flying things that suck to play as? Apologies again for being so harsh on this one. I'm done here.

Go out and... play a game that pisses you off I guess??? Don't do that.