#idk what those measures are going to be yet

[interpolationz]

there is no possible way for me to sound remotely reasonable while describing how upset i am that rdr2 will not launch properly

[foxmulderautism]

something about the emphasis of swimming and swimming in the ocean in lover boy ch1 is so fascinating to me because if i've learnt anything from this chapter it's that sf is actually a terrible place for swimming most of the time because the ocean is so much colder + summer months are not the warmest months + and so many beaches have deadly rip currents there was like. only one area/beach that came up in my reading as a place locals go to swim and a lot of the time they'll just drive down to other coastal cities. but it's getting to me because part of my diss explored analysis i read about how a lot of queer AIDS narratives involve swimming or being in water or the presence of water because it brings up ideas of cleanliness but also the boundaries of the body and the metaphors of that when a body is amongst water and the physicality of it reinforcing someones aliveness and agency over their sick body. anyway beau keeps thinking about swimming in the ocean + how he hasn't since bobby died and im like these points HAVE to come together at some point like i'm cooking but i don't know what. there is something bubbling on the stove

[ozzgin]

Omg bro yk whats been on my mind for do long?? A demon king trying to court a hero reader. Like the hero has already fought and defeated the king but somehow he comes back and he's desperately trying to get the hero to join him (in more ways than one). He wants the reader to be his spouse and leader of his army against the corrupt human race and the reader (now fallen from stardom due to the evil kings defeat) just wants him gone and to be left alone. Idk if this makes sense but I need to see SOMEONE write abt it before I lose my last marble.

-Doll

Yandere! Demon King x Hero! Reader

As it goes with villains, they always find a way to return. This time, the Demon King has a different plan in mind. You were prepared for anything, from evil schemes to ancient conjured weapons...except for a wedding ring cordially placed before you. Do you say yes? Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, 🔥proposal (literally)

[Part 2]

You still remember everything so fondly. How you crawled out of that enormous crater, body battered and weak, as everyone watched in horror and held their breaths. Finally, you raised your fist victoriously. The Demon King had been, at last, defeated. The people cheered and cried and pulled you up under thundering waves of applause. Peace was no longer just a dream.

A sweet, innocent memory, even more so given its fleeting nature. The genuine smiles of gratitude quickly turned into crooked grins asking for favors. Before you knew it, you became some sort of political accessory to convince the masses. Posing for photos, shaking hands, being interviewed with bizarrely planned questions reeking of propaganda. You suddenly felt burdened, heavy, disappointed. This was not the kind of fame you envisioned for yourself.

Thus, you gradually vanished from the limelight, keeping your distance from everyone else and spending most days in solitude. Better than having to look into those unscrupulous, opportunistic eyes measuring up your worth. You had fulfilled your job and purpose.

This morning you're woken up by the sound of your belongings rattling in their shelves. The wooden frame of your bed is creaking, and you struggle to get up. An earthquake? A wave of nausea flushes over you. You recognize this feeling all too well, though you never expected to deal with it again. This is a disaster alright, yet the forces of nature have nothing to do with it.

You rush outside, swinging the door open and nearly tripping in your hurry to confirm your suspicions: the demonic creature is approaching your humble adobe with heavy steps, as the ground crumbles and shatters underneath. The Demon King himself, in flesh and blood. Although the blood splattering his armor is most likely not his. Same for the visceral remains threading his weapon. Regardless, your jaw tightens nervously, and you stand back, in a defensive pose. "You're a stubborn one", you say smugly, trying to maintain your composure. "Can't say I'm a fan of dying, that is correct." A ragged, monstrous voice erupts from the tall, armored figure.

"What brings you back?" You demand. The surroundings are too peaceful for him to have tampered with the city. Did he stop by to formally announce his destruction? "I have an offer that might interest you." The Dark Overlord has closed the distance between you, now looming above your much smaller body. You shiver. "I don't barter with Demons!" You conclude, turning around, prepared to leave. "Even when your precious people are on the line?" The horned beast warns with a grin. "If there's nothing better to do as a Ruler of Realms than killing petty humans..." You swiftly retort, going back into your house and slamming the door shut.

He stands for a moment, speechless. "Y-your Majesty? Should I take care of the humans, or (Y/N)?" Only now he notices his scaly butler, bowing to his side with claws resting over the weapon. The Demon King raises a hand, shooing the servant away. The annihilation of the human race can wait. There are more important matters to deal with presently. He'd expected your rejection, naturally, but not in such fashion. The indifference, the flat voice, the empty eyes devoid of emotion. Have the city dwellers tampered with his hero? He expected to see your fierce rage and in return he was met with a hollow shell.

Bright blue flames erupt from the openings of his armor, resulting in a menacing show of lights. He's known it for the longest time, of course. Humans are rotten to their very core. Vile, deceitful creatures that have slithered their way up, exuding undeserved arrogance. He's been trying to show you this very fact, yet you were blinded by naïve faith. Your unwavering, honest heart that won him over has turned out to be your early demise. Not anymore. His vengefulness knows no bounds when it comes to traitors.

The sudden spike in temperature alerts you. Was it your rudeness that angered the Demon? You don't care anymore. Whatever happens to the city is out of your hands. And yet...you're buckling the straps of your old suit made for battle. Sword in hand, you gaze at your reflection. What could the Beast want? The fortified city no longer holds the value of its olden days. Just like you've left your hero days behind. Without much contemplation, you run out and head for the main gates. The path is paved with ash and rubble and your grip on the weapon tightens. Regret immediately wells up in your chest, ready to burst out. Is it too late? The entrance is engulfed in fire, charred corpses toppling against the ruins of the walls.

You reach the town hall - or rather, what remains of it - and face the Demon King. Has he gotten stronger since your last encounter? You hold your breath as the horned monster turns towards you. "I've tried to tell you, again and again. Time after time." He sighs, defeated. "Between the two of us, I'd say you were the stubborn one all along." His voice is softer than what you would've expected from someone that had just massacred an entire settlement. There's not a single scratch or sign of struggle. Was he merely holding back during your last fight? One thing is certain: you're his final obstacle. You raise your sword, determined. Hot sweat trickles down your face as the flames surround you. "Well, at least you've convinced yourself now, I hope. There's nothing left for you here." The Demon King lowers himself, extending a fist towards you. A spell? Secret weapon? Your leg muscles contract in anticipation.

His fingers open and stretch out, slowly. In his palm, a barely noticeable ring. Given the ridiculous size difference, you assume this is better fitting for a human. You stare at it in confusion, discerning the wedding vows carved in the noble metal. "What's the meaning of this?" You mutter, glancing at the Beast now resting on one knee before you. "What? Is it not your human custom?" He looks away for a moment, clicking his tongue. "That useless butler. He told me- Forget it! You are to return with me to my Kingdom. As my spouse."

Of all the things you've prepared yourself for...Your brows furrow and your mouth hangs open in shock.

What is your answer? The Demon King will not leave empty-handed.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hi, I was wondering… could you write a scenario/one-shot with the player Player(Reader) where instead of the final battle with Doey we manage to calm him down and comfort him after Safe Haven was destroyed.

idk I just want to hug the Dough Boy

Ngl I had this one requested to me by like 5 people. So here's that much-needed fix it fic <3

.........

Hearing the distant screaming of who you could only assume was Doey, you rushed through the tunnel with a pounding heart.

You've never felt more terrified than you did right now.

Not long after killing the Doctor, the Prototype decided to make his move and lay waste to the Safe Haven. Ollie alerted you to the situation and told you how to repair the generator while Doey and the others fended off the outside threat.

Then you headed down to the foundation at Poppy's insistence, setting up the explosives you collected and eventually running into the doughman again within the caves.

He seemed utterly confused, having been chasing the Prototype away from Safe Haven...

Only to realize too little too late that was his intention all along..

An explosion suddenly rocked the sanctuary, prompting the two of you to rush back to see how bad the destruction was. It took you a while to get there considering your limitations as a human wearing a grabpack, so you could only imagine what Doey was seeing to make him scream that loudly.

When you finally made it through the infirmary, past a handful of Mini Smiling Critter corpses, your heart sunk into the pit of your stomach, horrified at the scene before you:

The decrepit yet colorful place the toys once found safety in...was totally reduced to rubble. Small fires burned all around you---and in the midst was a little Bobby Bearhug, who Doey was currently grieving over.

They might have been a nuisance to you in the playhouse, but these ones--the ones who refused to give into their savagery during the Hour of Joy--were innocent little souls. Doey had sworn to protect them over the years, keeping them sheltered from the outside..

And in an instant, they were gone.

All of them.

Because he wasn't there.

"I'm sorry...I'm so, so sorry." He choked out, seemingly unaware of your presence. "I failed you. I was never what any of you needed. I-I was only made to hurt things. My fault...my fault..." With a small sob, he brought his hands to his face.

You were utterly devastated, too.

How could this happen?

How could you let that damn machine trick you?

"Doey, I'm..." You stepped forward, only to freeze as he suddenly turned to you, now eerily silent.

The look in his big hollow eyes...was nothing short of pure anger.

"Hurt...everything hurts." He snarled, his nubby fingers balled up into fists. "Hurt back. ALWAYS hurt back. Parents. Scientists. Everyone! Have to-"

His body experienced a tremor, and he now looked utterly grief-striken once more, his voice now sounding depressed and weepy. "My friends! He killed my friends!" He sobbed, wiping at his tears.

At first you wondered what was going on with him, until you remembered the tapes and notes you've gathered throughout your journey--quite a handful discussed his time as an experiment and how he came to be, well, Doey.

Apparently the mad scientists here had the brilliant idea to take three children--boys to be precise--and blend them into one 900 pound pile of dough and bring it to life, thinking that nothing could possibly go wrong.

One of them, Kevin, had anger issues that drove him to become violent towards other children--even those who were his friends. The other was Matthew, who seemed to be the calmest and most mature, and the one you've most likely been talking to this whole time. Then there was Jack, a very young kid who fell into a dough mixer and was forced to become part of Doey as some "life-saving" measure.

Had it not been for the information you discovered, you never would've understood what was happening to the toy you've allied yourself with.

But now you realize he was unstable.

Because of the sheer trauma of Safe Haven's destruction.

"You. It all started with you." Doey pointed at you accusingly, Kevin dominating the conversation once more. "You and her...IT WAS YOU WHO RUINED EVERYTHING!!" He screamed.

"What?" Your eyes went wide, horrified that he'd blame you for all of this. "No, that's...you seriously think this was all my fault?! I had no idea this was going to happen!"

"LIAR!! You two led him to us." He growled. "You shouldn't have come back...NEVER SHOULD HAVE COME BACK!!"

His body wriggled once more, with Matthew trying his best to stay in control, afraid of what he'd might do. "No, no. That's not true. They jumpstarted the generator, they--" He smacked the side of his head, and he was lost again, Kevin's rage being too overbearing. "DESTROYED EVERYTHING!! I'LL KILL YOU!!!"

'No..no, no, no...' You panicked internally, slowly backing away as you saw sharp orange teeth starting to break through his mouth. 'Please, god..don't make me hurt another one...'

Why did this have to happen again?

You were so, so tired of having to fight.

After he saved you from Pianosaurus, made his sanctuary a home to you, and kept you smiling throughout your trip inside this hellhole....it was now going to come down to either you or him walking away alive?

In a blind rage, Doey's enlarged fist swung at a concrete pillar beside him, and as it crumbled....so did the ceiling above him that was barely supported by that single pillar.

Now nothing could stop the rubble from crashing down onto him--

Except for you and your quick thinking, using both grabpack hands to grip his arms and drag him towards you with all your might. Upon release, you jumped back as he fell to the ground, looking to see the massive pile of debris he would've been buried under.

It made you feel relieved, afraid of what might've become of him.

"You...why did you do that? You think that makes you a hero?!!"

Before you could blink, Doey suddenly had you in his grasp, holding you up high in the air with both hands, itching to crush you and eat you alive. "WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!!" His features began distorting, looking more reptilian in nature. "I said I'd kill you!! KILL EVERYONE WHO HURTS ME!!!"

For a brief moment, you thought you saw a few pairs of glowing red eyes within his widening mouth, but they quickly retreated--except for one angry-looking set.

Yet you stared at them, your resolve unwavering. "You're an idiot, you know that?"

"....what?" He was shocked by your cold answer, and that only fueled his outrage. "IDIOT?! I'M NOT THE IDIOT!! YOU'RE THE IDIOT!!!"

"Don't you get it?! This is exactly what the Prototype wants! He wants to see us fight and tear each other apart! Destroy whatever unity we had left!" You snapped, despite your voice trembling. "You think I wanted this to happen?! You think I wanted Poppy to drag me into this mess?!"

"......."

"I only came here because of a stupid note. From somebody I knew who claims they're still alive. But...they can't be. I was tricked by him. I tried to leave, but Poppy...she redirected the train that was my only way out of here, saying I'm "the only one" who can help her...but I never wanted that responsibility, Doey."

For once, "Kevin" remained silent, although he still had you in his clutches. But he looked surprised to hear that she took away your chance at escaping this place.

She never mentioned that to him.

She only said you came willingly..

"Something's not right with her. You know it. I know it. And I'm sure Kissy knows it even if she can't tell us. We've all felt used by her. To do the dirty work that somehow keeps bringing the Prototype closer to us."

"...you could have talked her out of it.." He finally responded. "Yet you...you went along with her plan anyway. YOU KILLED THEM!! KILLED MY FRIENDS!! Our friends.." Jack briefly returned, sniffling. "T-They thought you were good...they thought you were nice..I-I thought Poppy was, too."

"I know, and I'm sorry. I should have heard you out. I had no idea it was gonna lead to all of this. I swear to god..I didn't know.." You sighed shakily, hoping he'd be willing to listen to reason. "You have every right to blame me. But..we can't let them die in vain. The Doctor's gone, so all we have to do is get to him. But first...I need you to put me down."

"......"

"Please, Doey. I don't care if you hate me for this. I don't expect your forgiveness. Let's just....kill the Prototype..and you can do whatever you want to me afterwards. I'm tired of fighting people I've come to see as friends. I've got enough blood on my hands."

At first, it seemed like all your attempts at resolving this without violence were futile, as he was just breathing raggedly, like he were an animal who was too far gone.

But then you saw his features twitch, resembling what they were before. His eyes also had that familiar sad look to them, indicating Matthew had somehow regained full control--at least for the moment.

"I..." He sniffled, setting you down on the ground. "I'm sorry. We--I was just...so hurt by what happened. And....And I just looked for somebody to blame. I shouldn't have lashed out. I shouldn't have-"

"Hey, it's okay, Doey. I know you didn't mean it." You reassured him, happy he returned to his senses, before you turned around to see that same Mini-Bobby still laying on the floor, who somehow didn't get crushed by the rubble.

Without saying a word, you crouched down to pick up the little Smiling Critter, cradling her despite the blood. You saw a piece of playmat that managed to survive the explosion. Although it wasn't much, it was better than her laying on the ash-ridden concrete, so you decided to set her down on it.

Doey just looked on in silence, removing his hat as a show of respect, still mulling over his angry words and how he threatened your life.

There's no way you could have predicted the Prototype's next move.

Then, as though a miracle were sent from above...Mini-Bobby suddenly gasped, coming back to life.

Both of you were initially shocked, although you were quick to comfort her as she coughed a few times, smoking clogging her senses. "Hahh..gah..wh-what happened?" She hoarsely asked, seeing you two and the surrounding flames, before it all clicked. "The Safe Haven...it's..."

"I'm sorry. It's no more." You frowned a little, helping her sit up. "Go through that tunnel and stay quiet. I'll be there to retrieve you. Just keep yourself away from all this smoke."

She nodded managing to get up and limp towards the tunnel you came from.

Doey was astonished. "Bu....But I thought..she...."

"Looks like not everybody perished. There might be more survivors-" You turned back to face him.....only to get engulfed by his arms, and for a moment you thought Kevin returned and was about to crush you like a grape.

Until you heard loud sobbing and felt his entire body tremble, realizing it was Jack instead, and your relief returned.

"There, there, big guy." You hugged him back, smiling sadly. "You're okay. We're gonna get through this together. He'll pay for what he's done to our friends. I'll make sure of it."

"I-I don't wanna be here anymore..I just want mommy...a-and daddy..." He cried.

"I know. I don't wanna be here, either. We're gonna find a way out."

"...I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean to get so angry.."

"I know you didn't. I forgive you."

[heeluvv]

ONE ON ONE.ᐟ

pairing ᝰ.ᐟ idol! nishimura riki x fan! reader

warnings ᝰ.ᐟ p in v, unprotected sex, make-out sesh (idk honestly), etc.

natty’s notes ᝰ.ᐟ mdni, hate comments will be deleted. (it's pretty long)

the soft hum of fluorescent lights filled the air as you sat in the dimly lit private lounge, heart pounding in anticipation. you were the lucky fan who had won an exclusive one-on-one meeting with niki, the enigmatic maknae of enhypen, and the reality of it felt surreal.

your fingers clutched at the hem of your skirt as the door creaked open. then, he was there.

ni-ki stepped inside with the kind of effortless confidence that sent shivers down your spine. he was taller than you imagined, dressed in all black, his sharp gaze locking onto yours instantly. he took his time shutting the door, fingers lingering on the handle before he turned back to you, a smirk curling on his lips. he didn’t speak right away—he just stared, assessing, his dark eyes scanning your expression, your posture, your hands twisting in your lap.

“you look nervous,” he finally murmured, voice deep and laced with something unreadable.

you swallowed hard. “i-i guess it’s just… overwhelming.”

he chuckled, slow and rich. “you don’t have to be so tense.” he moved forward, measured and deliberate, his hands slipping into his pockets as he closed the distance between you. “you’re the one who wanted this.”

your breath hitched. his words hung between you, heavy with implication. you had wanted this. you had spent countless nights imagining what it would be like to be this close to him, and now that he was standing in front of you—so real, so impossibly magnetic—it was nearly too much.

he sat beside you on the plush leather couch, his body sinking into the space next to yours, close but not quite touching. yet you could feel the heat radiating off him, the scent of his cologne wrapping around you like a trap. your fingers curled into the fabric of your skirt as he turned slightly, propping an elbow on the back of the couch, his gaze never leaving your face.

“how long have you been a fan?” he asked, voice smooth, inviting.

you struggled to find words, your throat suddenly dry. “since debut.”

he hummed in acknowledgment, studying you with quiet amusement. “so you’ve been watching me for a while.”

the air between you thickened. you nodded, pulse hammering against your ribs. “yes.”

his tongue darted out to wet his lips, slow and deliberate, as if he knew exactly what effect he was having on you. “tell me,” he mused, his voice barely above a whisper. “what’s your favorite thing about me?”

your stomach twisted. he was teasing you, testing you, pushing you to see how far you would go. your mind raced with a hundred answers—his talent, his confidence, the way he commanded attention without even trying—but none of those seemed right in the moment.

“the way you move,” you finally admitted, your voice barely above a breath.

his smirk deepened, interest flickering behind his eyes. “yeah?”

you swallowed, pressing your thighs together. “on stage… the way you take control. it’s like you know exactly what you’re doing to everyone watching.”

ni-ki tilted his head slightly, his fingers tapping against his knee. “and what do i do to you?”

your heart lurched. you felt like you were teetering on the edge of something dangerous, something you weren’t sure you could handle. your fingers curled tighter into the couch, nails digging into the fabric. “ni-ki—”

he reached out, his fingers brushing against your jaw, tilting your chin up. the touch was light—too light, like he was testing your reaction. your breath stilled in your lungs as his thumb ghosted over your bottom lip, his eyes flickering down, lingering.

“i like hearing you say my name like that,” he murmured, his voice dark and smooth, like velvet against your skin.

the tension was suffocating now, wrapping around you like a vice. he didn’t move away, didn’t break eye contact, just let the moment stretch between you until your pulse was thrumming so hard you thought it might burst through your skin.

his lips hovered near your ear, his breath hot as he whispered, “do you know what happens in private meetings like this?”

you shook your head, unable to speak, your body wound tight with anticipation.

his fingers trailed down your throat, featherlight, his touch igniting something deep in your core. “neither do i,” he admitted, his lips barely grazing your skin. “but i’d love to find out.”

he crashed his plush lips onto yours, the heat of his breath mingling with yours in a frenzy of unspoken desires. the moment his mouth met yours, the sweet, creamy taste of your vanilla gloss coated his tongue, sending a spark down his spine, igniting something primal within him. a soft groan rumbled from his chest, a mix of hunger and disbelief at what he was doing.

in his mind, a war raged—logic screamed that this was reckless, forbidden even, yet every fiber of his being ached to feel you, to claim you. you were just a fan, someone he should admire from a safe, respectable distance, but from the second you stepped into the room, your very presence ensnared him. the way you carried yourself, the effortless beauty that radiated from you—it was mesmerizing, intoxicating. he had tried to resist, to maintain the careful boundaries drawn between admiration and indulgence, but now, with you in his arms, those restraints snapped like a thread pulled too tight.

his fingers gripped your waist, pulling you closer, desperate to close the space between you. he needed more, needed to drown in the sensation of you—your warmth, your softness, the way you surrendered so easily to his touch. his heart pounded, breath ragged, as the weight of reality momentarily faded into the background.

he wrapped his strong arms around you, effortlessly lifting you before settling you onto his lap, pulling you flush against him. the warmth of his body seeped into yours, his grip firm yet full of longing, as if he never wanted to let you go. your fingers found their way into his hair, tangling in the soft strands, tugging just enough to make him let out a low, breathy groan. his lips ghosted over the sensitive skin of your neck, the heat of his breath sending shivers down your spine before he pressed slow, open-mouthed kisses against it.

sucking, nibbling, teasing—he took his time, reveling in the way your pulse quickened beneath his touch. his tongue flicked over the spot just below your jaw before he latched on, leaving a mark, a silent claim, his lips moving as though he wanted to imprint himself onto every inch of you.

"fuck, baby…" niki groaned, his voice thick with want as his lust-blown eyes met yours. they held you captive for just a fleeting second before the hunger overtook him again, and he crashed his lips onto yours with a desperate intensity. the kiss was deep, searing, as if he needed to taste every part of you, to drown in your sweetness. his tongue slid past your lips, claiming your mouth in a way that left no room for hesitation—only raw, unfiltered desire.

his hands gripped your hips firmly, guiding your movements against him, the friction sending waves of pleasure crashing through both of you. every slow, deliberate grind had him teetering on the edge of control, his breathing growing heavier with each passing second. his head lolled back for a brief moment, lips parted as a deep groan threatened to spill from his throat. but he wasn’t willing to give in so easily—not yet.

forcing himself to meet your gaze, his hooded eyes locked onto yours, dark and heavy with lust. he bit down hard on his bottom lip, a feeble attempt to stifle the needy moans and deep grunts bubbling up inside him. but the way you moved, the way your body molded so perfectly against his, made it impossible to hold back completely.

“shit, baby…” niki exhaled, his voice thick with desire, almost breathless as his hands slid up your body. his rough fingers trailed over your sides before greedily cupping your tits, squeezing them with just the right amount of pressure to pull a whimper from you. his thumbs grazed over your sensitive peaks, teasing, testing, relishing in the way you shuddered under his touch. his lips parted again, eyes drinking in the sight of you, utterly lost in the intoxicating pleasure that neither of you could escape.

"fuck, baby… i can't…" he grunted, his voice thick with desperation as his hands gripped the hem of your shirt, yanking it over your head in one swift motion. his fingers worked with a feverish urgency, snapping your bra off with a single skilled movement before his lips crashed onto your bare skin.

his mouth latched onto your tits, hot and eager, his tongue swirling around your sensitive bud before sucking it in with a deep, greedy pull. the wet sounds of his mouth working against your flesh filled the room, blending with your breathy moans as he ravished you, sucking and nipping with a hunger that made your head spin.

"n–niki—!" you gasped, your voice breaking into a moan as the pleasure coursed through you. your hips never ceased their movements, grinding against him with increasing desperation, the friction only fueling the burning need between you. you could feel how hard he was beneath you, straining against the growing heat between your thighs, your core soaked and aching for more.

he groaned against your skin, his teeth grazing over your peak before pulling back, his lips red and swollen from the way he had devoured you. his hooded eyes, darkened with pure lust, flickered up to meet yours, his breath ragged as he took in the sight of you unraveling beneath him.

"i want more..." you moaned out, your voice breathless with need as your fingers tugged impatiently at the waistband of his pants, silently pleading for him to rid himself of the barriers between you.

niki's breath hitched, his restraint snapping like a fragile thread. without hesitation, he stood up, his movements hurried yet precise as he stripped himself of his pants and boxers, the fabric pooling at his feet. his gaze never left you as he did the same for you, peeling away the last remaining layers until nothing separated your heated bodies.

his breath caught in his throat as he took you in—bathed in the soft glow of the dim light, your skin glowing, every curve, every inch of you absolutely breathtaking. his eyes darkened, filled with nothing but raw hunger and awe, as if he were gazing upon an angel fallen straight from the heavens, too perfect to be real.

"fuck… you're so beautiful," he murmured, voice laced with admiration and lust before he reached for you, effortlessly pulling you back onto his lap.

his lips crashed onto yours again, needy, desperate—he could never get enough of you, never tire of the intoxicating taste of your mouth, the way you melted into him, soft and pliant in his arms. his hands roamed your body, mapping out every dip and curve as his hips bucked slightly beneath you, his cock twitching as it pressed against your slick heat.

he groaned deeply, the feeling of your wetness coating his cock making his head spin. gripping himself, he stroked his tip along your entrance, teasing, coating himself in your arousal as his lips hovered over yours, breath hot and heavy.

"you ready, baby?" he murmured, his voice deep, sultry, promising nothing but pure pleasure. he smirked against your lips, his hands squeezing your hips as he positioned himself. "i'm gonna have you screaming my name..."

he finally pushed inside you, the sensation of your tight, warm walls wrapping around him stealing the very breath from his lungs. a deep, guttural moan tore from his throat, his head tilting back as pleasure shot through him. his grip on your hips tightened, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he tried to steady himself, tried to keep from losing himself too soon in the overwhelming heat of you.

“shit… you’re so fucking tight, baby…” he groaned, his voice strained, thick with pleasure. his forehead pressed against yours, his heavy breaths mingling with your own as he fought to control the way his body begged him to move.

he started slow, his hips rolling into you with deep, deliberate strokes, savoring every inch of the way you clenched around him. each movement sent another wave of bliss coursing through his veins, his jaw clenching as he forced himself to hold back. you felt too good, too perfect—he was already teetering on the edge, his body screaming for more, but he wanted to make this last.

his hands roamed over your body, fingers tracing over your curves as his lips found yours again, swallowing your moans as he built up a steady rhythm. every thrust sent sparks of pleasure between you, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room, mixing with the breathy gasps and moans that spilled from both of you.

"fuck, baby… i don't know how much longer i can hold back," he groaned, his voice trembling with restraint, every fiber of his being aching to give in, to let go and drown in the feeling of you.

his hands cradled your face, fingers pressing firmly against your skin as his hips snapped into you with growing urgency. each thrust was deep, deliberate at first, but as the pleasure consumed him, his rhythm grew desperate, erratic. the way you clenched around him, the way your body responded to his every movement, had his mind fogging over, completely lost in the intoxicating euphoria you provided.

his lips sought yours hungrily, devouring every moan, every gasp that spilled from you as he lost himself in your warmth. but it wasn’t enough—he needed more. his mouth trailed down, teeth scraping against your jaw before latching onto the sensitive skin of your neck. he sucked hard, his tongue flicking over the bruised flesh as though he wanted to mark you, to claim you as his.

his body trembled now, shuddering with every thrust, every squeeze of your tight walls around him. his cock twitched violently, a telltale sign of just how close he was to the edge. his grip on you tightened, his breath hot and ragged against your skin, his groans turning into broken curses as he felt himself spiraling.

“fuck! shit, baby… i’m close…” he gritted out between heavy pants, his voice strained, raw with pleasure. his lips returned to yours in a bruising kiss, swallowing every sound you made, as if he needed to feel every bit of you, needed to drown in you completely before the inevitable release crashed over him.

his hands gripped onto your breasts, fingers kneading the soft flesh with a desperation that matched the erratic rhythm of his hips. each snap of his pelvis against yours was rough, urgent, his control slipping away with every thrust. his damp hair clung to his forehead, stray strands falling into his lust-darkened eyes, the intensity in his gaze sending a fresh wave of heat coursing through you.

the way he looked at you—wild, needy, utterly consumed—pushed you further, made you unravel beneath him. your hands clung to his shoulders, nails digging into his heated skin as your body rocked in sync with his movements. every deep stroke forced you to bounce on his cock, the pleasure so overwhelming it sent shudders through your entire body.

his hands trailed down your back, rough fingertips tracing your spine before sliding lower, gripping onto your ass with a bruising hold. his palms squeezed your flesh before delivering sharp, stinging smacks, the loud sound echoing through the room, mixing with the wet sounds of your bodies colliding. he groaned at the way you clenched around him, his restraint slipping entirely as he chased the high that was quickly consuming him.

“fuck, fuck, fuck!—” he choked out, his voice ragged, his breath erratic as he felt himself spiraling. his hips snapped up into you one last time, deep and unrelenting, before the tension within him snapped.

a strangled moan ripped from his throat as his release hit him hard, white-hot pleasure surging through his veins as his cum spilled into you, thick and warm. the sensation sent you tumbling over the edge with him, your walls fluttering around his pulsing length as waves of pleasure wracked through your body.

he held onto you tightly, forehead pressed against yours, panting heavily as the aftershocks of his climax coursed through him. his hands, once rough and greedy, now smoothed over your skin in slow, soothing strokes, grounding both of you as you came down from the intoxicating high together.

heavy breaths filled the room, the air thick with the aftermath of pleasure. your bodies remained pressed together, skin slick with sweat, the heat between you lingering even after the intensity had passed. the scent of sex and warmth clung to the space, a reminder of just how deeply lost you had been in each other.

niki’s chest rose and fell rapidly beneath you, his arms still wrapped securely around your waist as if he had no intention of letting you go just yet. his touch softened, no longer fueled by urgency but instead by something more tender. his fingers traced slow, lazy patterns along your spine before he reached up, brushing back the damp strands of hair clinging to your flushed face.

his lips found your cheek, pressing delicate, lingering kisses against your heated skin, a stark contrast to the way he had devoured you moments ago. each kiss was soft, almost reverent, as if he were memorizing you, savoring every last bit of this moment.

a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips before he murmured, voice still husky and laced with exhaustion, “i hope i see you more often now.”

his words carried more weight than just post-bliss small talk—there was something genuine in the way he said it, something that made your stomach flutter. his fingers grazed your jaw, tilting your face just enough for his lips to brush against yours once more, a slow, lazy kiss filled with unspoken promises.

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[kyshosmd]

READY OR NOT— xeno h. wingfield x top!amab reader

synopsis: in which xeno gets tied up and y/n rails the arrogance out of him. senku walks in post-nut and realizes his big bro just fucked their mentor.

tw: top amab reader, sub character, kinda dubcon, reader is senku's older brother here, power dynamics (former mentor/protégé), mild degradation & possessiveness, semi-public setting, bondage themes, dark humor & inappropriate scientific metaphors, canon divergence, more plot than porn again, also, clowned stanley in this for no reason

author's note: HELP i first gotta thank yall for 400 notes on my stanley x reader fic? that was my first fic i didn't expect to gets so many likes tysm! this is again self-indulgent. also another thing, the fanart i used is from pinterest idk by who but it's so beautiful my wife looks so pretty.... idk i can't write smut or xeno. i hope this wasn't too ooc. i think this is more funny stuff than smut too. someone teach me how to write smut...

You didn’t realize how fast your heart was pounding until the silence between you and Xeno started echoing off the metal walls.

He looked smaller here—tied up on his own ship, back to sleek white cushions and arms behind him, restrained in a way that should've been humiliating. But of course, it wasn’t. Because Dr. Xeno Houston Wingfield did not do humiliation.

No, he did elegance. Even now, with his hair messy and his lab coat wrinkled, he was sitting up straight like a damn royalty. His chin was tilted up in a way that screamed, “I may be your prisoner, but you’re still beneath me.”

And honestly? You hated how attractive that made him look.

"I presume you're just going to keep staring," Xeno finally muttered, voice smooth and low. "That's what this entire endeavor has boiled down to? Some brooding visual assessment of the man who supposedly betrayed your brother?"

You resisted the urge to rub your temples. Of course he'd intellectualize this.

“No,” you said flatly. “I’m staring because I’m trying to figure out how someone so smart could be such a goddamn idiot.”

Xeno raised an eyebrow. “Ah. The classic emotional reasoning fallacy. Might I remind you—Senku trespassed into sovereign territory during an active militarized standoff. Logically, the standard response—”

“You ordered him to be shot, Xeno.”

There it was. The shift. Barely perceptible. A slight clench of his jaw. A twitch in the corners of his black, expressionless eyes—those soulless, shark-like orbs that had haunted you back when you still thought he walked on water.

"It was a calculated decision. You, of all people, should understand that sacrifices must be made in pursuit of a greater scientific goal. The preservation of civilization demands—"

"Don't," you snapped. Your voice dropped, low and tight, barely more than a growl. "Don't you dare go into one of your goddamn monologues. You’re not lecturing me in a DARPA lab anymore."

His eyes flicked over you, assessing, dissecting. “You’re angry. Fascinating. I recall a time when you hung onto my every word. When I was your idol. What changed?”

“You tried to kill my brother.”

A pause. Then Xeno gave a slight tilt of the head, like a chessmaster contemplating his next move. “And yet... you still volunteered to guard me. Alone. Curious, don’t you think?”

You stepped forward, slow and measured. Your boots thudded against the ship floor with each step. His posture didn’t shift, but you caught the smallest hitch in his breath.

"I’m not here for you," you lied.

“Of course, how elegant.” he said with a tight smile. “This is purely logistical. Practical. Rational. Just like you were trained to be.”

You crouched in front of him now, leveling your eyes with his. “Xeno, I swear, if you say the word elegant one more time—”

“—You’ll what?” he murmured, eyes locked on yours. “You’ll silence me? Restrain my intellect with brute force? Very elegant of you.”

That’s when you pinned him.

Quick, precise. A palm braced on the back of the couch, your knee slotted between his legs, weight pushing into his chest. Xeno’s breath hitched—visibly. You were close enough now to see the way his pupils dilated, the very rare flicker of panic in his usually glacial expression.

“W-what exactly do you think you’re doing—?” His voice cracked halfway through, and there it was: a tiny, barely-there squeak.

God. You hadn’t heard that noise since you shoved a caffeine canister into his hands and told him to pull his first all-nighter. That was back before you realized you were in love with a sociopathic space nerd.

You leaned closer, lips ghosting the shell of his ear. “Still think I’m your obedient little student, doc?”

Xeno’s breath hitched again—shaky, unsure. You swore his legs tensed around your thigh. A flush crept up his neck like a betrayal of his entire icy persona.

“I— I would advise you not to act rashly,” he said, trying and failing to keep his voice deep and commanding. “We’re still in a volatile situation—diplomatically speaking—and it would be highly irresponsible to—”

You smirked against his neck.

And then the door creaked a little in the distance.

You straightened slowly, meeting his wide, glossy-eyed stare with calm indifference. “Relax,” you murmured. “We’re just catching up, remember?”

Xeno didn’t answer.

It should’ve been humiliating—being tied up on his own ship, his ex-protégé pinning him down like a particularly stubborn lab sample. But for some cursed reason, Xeno’s body refused to cooperate with his ego.

His breath was unsteady. His pulse was erratic. And when you finally slid your hands under his thighs to adjust him on the couch, Xeno let out a sound.

A real, human sound. Not elegant. Not calculated. Not anything he’d ever let anyone hear.

And that’s when your smirk widened. “Still think you’re in control, doc?”

Xeno bristled. “If you’re attempting to assert dominance through brute force, allow me to remind you that such behavior is unscientific, deeply crass, and frankly—” his breath hitched again “—inelegant!”

You leaned down, warm breath fanning across his neck. “You keep saying that word like it’s gonna save you.”

“I am a scientist,” he hissed through gritted teeth as you started unbuckled his belt and started pulling him out of his unnaturally ironed trousers (his kingdom of science was much advanced than Senku's, obviously they'd have an iron). “Not some... some primitive breeding stock you can toss around like—nnngh—like a troglodyte!”

“Well, science is about experimentation, right?”

You pulled his trousers down to his knees pretty roughly, and Xeno let out a muffled noise—part gasp, part whimper. Definitely not elegant. You whistled at the fact that Xeno still went through the trouble of creating ...undergarments.

He was flushed now. Fully. Hair mussed, chest rising and falling way too fast for someone supposedly “uninterested in carnal matters.” His hands tugged weakly against the restraints behind his back as you began trailing kisses (and the occasional bite) down the side of his throat.

“I’m your former mentor,” he spat, almost desperately. “Have you truly lost all manners and respect? You can't just undress me as you please!”

You huffed a quiet laugh against his collarbone. “Yup. Somewhere between you ordering my brother’s murder and calling me a ‘fascinating biological anomaly’ in your thesis.”

Xeno groaned and tossed his head back as you started unbuckling your own belt. “I was referring to your neural durability, not your—hnngh!—incredibly irritating proclivity to ravage people without preparation.” Xeno gasped when you grabbed his hips and pressed up against his ass. Not because it was sudden, but because he realized just how big his ex-protege is.

You grinned. “You’re gonna be fine, doc. I’ve had practice.”

You spit into your hand, just casually. Just enough to make his eyes widen with something like horror.

“That’s unsanitary!” he barked, full panic now. “Absolutely unhygienic! Saliva carries over 700 identified microbial— oh—OH—”

His sentence dissolved into a high-pitched breathy moan as you pulled his last piece of clothing of his lower half down and worked your fingers inside him, and holy hell, that was NOT a sound he was ever supposed to make.

“What was that, doc?” you teased, grinning against the side of his flushed cheek as you circled your fingers inside him. “Didn’t catch that last part.”

“I—I said—y-you’re a brute,” he gasped, biting back a noise that might’ve been a sob. “A barbarian. A—a statistically significant deviation from civilized conduct.”

“I think you like it,” you murmured, tone dropping like a hammer.

Xeno’s breath shattered. He bucked helplessly into your body, throat trembling with every strangled noise he swore he wasn’t making. If anyone walked in right now, they’d see the esteemed Dr. Xeno reduced to a breathless, glassy-eyed mess.

“I must remind you,” he gasped, “restraints aside, this kind of behavior is neither efficient nor—ah—nor sterile—!”

Your fingers brushed lower and he twitched. Hard.

"Pretty sure you lost the moral high ground when you tried to assassinate my sibling,” you muttered, leaning closer. “So shut up and let me prep you before I get impatient.”

Xeno's mouth dropped open like he wanted to argue, but all that came out was a pathetic, airless wheeze. “Th-that’s not a unit of time!”

You ignored hi m, slipping your fingers deeper inside with maddening slowness.Xeno bucked slightly, hands tugging at the binds behind him. “Y/n—Y/n, I—your fingers are—hnnngh—far too large to qualify as an appropriate—oh my god—substitute for proper preparation!”

“Then you’re gonna hate what comes after,” you murmured into his ear.

You pulled your fingers out, and what happened next was quick. You bottomed out inside him. And Xeno let out a high, startled gasp, almost like a hiccup of air, like his lungs had given up trying to do anything useful. His entire body went taut, back arching off the sofa in a panicked curve.

“You—your anatomy—" Xeno stammered, his voice climbing half an octave. “You’re—this is not—you're too big!”

You snorted softly. “You’re the one who kept calling me a ‘genetic marvel’ in your lab notes. What, surprised that the marvel goes all the way down?”

He gave an offended whimper.

You reached down, guiding yourself against him with almost scientific precision, watching the tension ripple through his restrained frame.

"You sure you can take it?" you murmured. “This’ll stretch you more than the truth did when you told Senku your nukes were ‘only theoretical.’”

"Wait—no, I—I need to calculate—" But it was too late. You pressed in, slow and deliberate, watching him break inch by inch.

Xeno gasped—loud, ragged, helpless. “Th-this is—oh god—brutish, absurdly large—” His voice cracked completely.

You leaned in, nipping the shell of his ear. “Bigger than your loyal knight?”

Xeno froze. You have no idea why you asked that. Somewhere in you was a deep envy of Stanley. You felt it—the moment his brain went from DEFCON 5 to full-blown catastrophic shutdown. His mouth opened, then closed. A sound like a dying fax machine came out. And then, almost in a whisper—

“…yes.”

You blinked. "Sorry, didn't quite catch that."

His face turned a deep red, almost purple. "I said—YES, alright?! You’re bigger than Stanley! Now just—just do it already before I develop some sort of mental scar from the suspense!”

The answer was pretty satisfying. Guess you won over Stanley in this field. You grinned like the menace you were born to be. “Gladly, doc.”

Then you rocked your hips forward.

The thing about having DARPA-trained cybernetic strength? You didn’t tire easily. The thing about Xeno? He absolutely did.

You flipped him like a on every surface that couch had to offer—face down, sideways, bent in half, you even wanted to do the cowboy position, but you scrapped that idea cause he's too weak for that. He kept sputtering about “ethical concerns” and “joint alignment” while you manhandled him like the unsolved mystery of human anatomy that he was.

“W-WAIT—wait wait—Y/N, my back!” he snapped in the middle of being rearranged into position number five. “How do younger people have so much stamina?! This is completely inelegant! This is—AH—s-something is definitely snapping!”

You snorted, not slowing down for a second. “That’s probably just your pride, Doc.”

“NO. It's my sciatic nerve!”

He still tried to maintain some dignity. At first.

Tried to keep his sharp tongue going, snarking between moans: "Primitive brute—" "So inelegant—" "This is the least sterile thing I've—HNNGHH—e-ever endured!"

By minute 56? He was fully limp against you, dazed eyes half-lidded, hair sticking to his forehead. A mess of trembles and quiet, breathy noises, arms still bound behind his back.

Senku totally heard the muffled noises.

Low groans. Sharp gasps. The occasional breathy “please—Y/N—slow—ahhh—" that sounded an awful lot like Dr. Xeno Wingfield being emotionally and physically dismantled.

But Senku, ever the rational king of ignoring things that didn’t concern him, just stayed in the lab corner of the ship, muttering something about chemical ratios.

“Aniki’s got it handled,” he said, flipping a page in his notebook. “Probably arguing over math again.”

About ten minutes later, the door slid open.

Xeno was cleaned up—technically.

He was sitting upright on the couch, hair still damp from your very rushed towel-down, cheeks flushed from residual heat, his legs trembling faintly under the blanket you’d thrown over him like that would actually cover up the fact his guts had been rearranged.

You were lounging beside him, completely unbothered, sipping a water bottle like you didn’t just rearrange the very fabric of academia with your hips.

And that’s when Senku walked in.

He looked at Xeno.

Then looked at you.

Then looked at Xeno’s very obvious post-orgasm daze, the faint bite marks climbing up his neck, the way he couldn’t sit straight even with back support.

And he froze.

One blink. Two.

“...Aniki,” Senku said slowly. “Did you just fuck our mentor?”

[httpiastri]

control freak – ln4

lando hates a lot of things. not being in control is definitely one of them.

genre: smut

pairing: female reader x lando norris

warnings: smut 🤭 i dont remember what it's called? but lando gets tied up. he likes to be in control, so i guess dom!lando is kinda insinuated. it's a bit dirtyyy but there are also some soft elements bcs who would i be to not include those :)

requested?: yes! thank you for requesting 🤍 (requests are still open!)

author's note: this was supposed to be just a blurb but something happened lol. also, very much inspired by this ask and the just him talking about how he needs to be in control in that video. this thought has been living in my mind rent-free since that moment. hope u all enjoyyyy<3<3 (if this doesn’t work this time. idk what to do. anyways.)

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18+ content below, minors dni!

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"there we go..." you say, leaning back slightly and letting go of lando's wrist. "you alright?"

"my hands, yes. my ego, however..."

earlier this year, you and lando had agreed to buy one of those adult christmas calendars, one with a new toy or tool for the bedroom every day. so far, you'd gotten a blindfold, a massaging oil, and even a smaller vibrator. and today's present? a pair of sleek, white silk ribbons.

lando had immediately pulled the little strings out of the box, measuring them around your wrists. but you had shook your head, snatching them out of his hands and telling him it was his turn.

he had just cocked an eyebrow at you, assuming you were kidding. but the grin you had worn, one that told him that you were fully serious, had made him chuckle, rolling his eyes. no way, he'd told you, giving you a pat on the head before he leaned down against his pillow again. he had assumed this would be a lost cause for you, because there was no way he was letting you expose him to one of the things he hates.

lando hates a lot of things. number one: he hates not being in control, and he hates it so much.

the fact that he needs to be in control is very well-known in your relationship, and it applies to most situations. he needs to be the one driving, even if you're just going on a short trip to the supermarket; he needs to know who's invited to a dinner party so he can plan ahead; and of course, he feels a need for power in the bedroom.

but you are nothing if not persistent. lando is the very definition of stubborn, sure, but you would not give up on this one.

your boyfriend always thought you must be some kind of witch, because your effect on him is paranormal. the way you bat your eyes at him, your soft touch on his cheek, and your sweet kisses lingering on his lips – they could get him to agree to almost anything. even this, apparently.

since today was a friday, you had gone out for dinner and some drinks tonight before hurrying back home to try out your new present. lando was still a bit hesitant, but your lips pressed against his and your hips brushing his crotch as you sat on his lap on your bed made him give up yet again.

and that's how you find yourselves here, him already stripped out of everything except his boxers, with the sleek white ropes connecting him to the headboard. you twirl the fabric by his right wrist around your finger one final time, smiling at the little bows you've made. "you look so pretty right now," you hum, leaning down a little and tracing a finger along his jaw. "kinda wanna take a picture."

"do it."

you shake your head, not wanting to bring out your phone and possibly ruin the moment. you smile at the firmness in his voice, pressing a quick peck to his lips. "next time."

lando's chest vibrates with his chuckle. "oh, you think there will be a next time?"

"i know there will, because i'm in charge here."

the retort he was planning gets caught in his throat as your lips meet the side of his neck. he sighs at the feeling of your kisses traveling down to his chest, tongue coming out to lick the skin occasionally. he instinctively tries to grab your hips with his hands, momentarily forgetting about his restraints and letting out an annoyed groan when he's held back. you giggle against him when you hear the ropes snap against the headboard.

"already?" you ask, hands dragging up and down his beautifully tanned skin as your kisses trail even further, meeting the skin of his hipbones, giving both sides equal attention.

you can see how he clenches his fists from the corner of your eyes, knuckles already turning a little white. "i hate this. i really hate this," he mumbles.

"but you like me, don't you?" you counter, sitting back on your heels between his legs and letting your hands find the waistband of his boxers. "let me have my fun."

"great to know one of us is having fun, i guess." you take your time pulling down his underwear, enjoying every second of watching his impatience. when he's finally fully naked, his cock springs up to his stomach, a little precum leaking from him already.

"lando," you start, your thumb rubbing around the tip before spreading the precum along him. "don't you trust me?" you lower yourself down to press a kiss to his tip. "do you really think i won't make sure you enjoy this, too?"

his answer comes in the form of a shaky exhale, his eyes fluttering shut when he feels your tongue lick up a stripe along the side of his dick.

"i thought so."

your lips wrap around him, pushing yourself down his length before moving back up again. you're excruciatingly slow, wet lips sliding along his skin and only taking a little of him as your tongue swirls around him just once.

number two: lando hates being teased.

it's something he avoids at all costs, which you learned early in your relationship. he'll give you a stern look and push your hand away when you reach for his thigh during a company dinner; he'll grab your hips to hold you still when you intentionally grind onto him as you sit in his lap; and when you text him revealing pictures when he's away doing something important, he'll turn off his phone rather than let it get to him. it all comes back to his hatred of not being in control – he wants to be the one to tease you, not the other way around. so when you get a chance to tease him and he can't do anything about it, you take it.

speeding up your actions is not something you even consider, and now that lando's hands aren't in your hair to usher you, you take your time. you do, however, push him further into you, letting him hit the back of your throat before pulling entirely off him. when you sink down on him again, he buckles his hips: his way of trying to retake control. your hands find his sides, holding him down as you slide off him, leaning back to look at him as a grin spreads across your lips. "impatient, are we?"

his eyes are scrunched up, head thrown back to show off his thick neck. his muscular chest is heaving for air, already, and his hands are still hanging sloppily from the ropes. you love to see him like this. so weak, so helpless. it's not often that you get to take in this sight, so you savor every second of it.

when he feels the bed rock, lando's eyes shoot open. he watches you climb up from the bed, standing right next to it as you slowly let the sleeves of your dress fall down your shoulders. he does not enjoy the moment as much as he wishes he would, because all he can think of is how much he wishes he was the one sliding the dress down your body; how much he wishes he was the one unclasping your bra; how much he wishes it was his hands dragging your soaked panties to the floor.

you move to straddle his lap, your hips hovering over his as you let his tip nudge your entrance. when you finally descend on him, he bottoms you out so perfectly. you press your hands to his chest, leaning your weight on him as you feel yourself getting stretched out.

if lando thought you were done with the teasing, he was very wrong. you rise from him painfully slowly, before going down just as slowly. when your hips meet his again, you stop for yet another moment, rolling down on him.

number three: lando hates not being able to control the pace.

he's used to driving cars at 300 km/h, for god's sake, so this slow motion-pace you're going at is not ideal for him. he doesn't always need to thrust in and out of you like you only have a minute left to live but regulating the pace is, according to him, one of the perks of being the boyfriend. but not today.

you find a rhythm, bouncing on him like you are in no hurry whatsoever. your lover's moans are muffled and he's seemingly doing his best to not let anything slip out. he doesn't want you to know how much he likes this, despite not being in control.

"don't hold back, baby," you say, thumbs stroking his skin encouragingly. "you're allowed to feel good even when i'm in charge."

and when he finally lets go, the sounds he makes are like music to your ears. his hearty groans send a shiver down your spine and you can't help but pick up the pace a little, needing to hear more. you want to pull every sound and twitch out of him, and if that means going faster, it's a change you're willing to make.

you feel the shudder passing through his body when you clench around him. you know he's close when his heels dig into the mattress and he thrusts into you, trying to make up for lost time. you're almost there, too, and the way you feel all of him pump into you turns your brain into mush.

your nails dig into his chest when you reach your climax, likely leaving indents in his skin. you continue riding him, helping him chase his high, your pulsating insides helping draw it out instantly. when you feel the spurts shooting into you, you collapse against him. he's twitching inside of you, his chest jumping with his breaths, and your fingers reach to brush along the side of his neck to help him come down from his high.

"okay, i'll admit," he starts, taking deep breaths between every word. "that was so fucking hot."

a giggle escapes past your lips, and you prop your chin up on his chest to look up at his face. "i knew it would be." you brush back his curls, freeing his glossy forehead. "thank you for trusting me."

his face is adorned by a soft smile, and it replicates on yours. "are you okay?" he asks, always so caring, and he lets out a breath when you nod.

number four, the most important one: lando hates being unable to hold you.

he hates not being in control of your well-being; he hates not being able to ensure you're okay. he hates not cupping your face in his palms, stroking your cheeks, pulling his fingers through your locks. so, it would be an understatement to say that he was ecstatic when you pulled yourself off him, sat down on his side and started working on undoing the ropes.

his skin shows off a burning red color, and it hasn't occurred to you yet how much he actually must've been itching to touch you. usually, when he ties you up, your skin gets a bit irritated too, sure. but it's not often this bad. "let me get you a lotion for your wrists," you say.

you're practically off the bed already when lando grabs your hand, dragging you onto him again. "later." he pulls your back to his chest and nuzzles his face into your hair, pressing a peck to your scalp. "just wanna hold you right now."

you shake your head at his antics, but take both of his hands into yours. you hold them up to your lips, giving him a few kisses around both of his wrists. "maybe that's better?"

"perfect." his voice is low, arms snaking around your waist to tug you closer. "i think they're completely fine now."

"let me at least get you something in the morning?"

"mmm. shush and sleep now."

and there it was, an order – back in control already. just like he should be.

[gureumz]

project aphrodite

rating: explicit

member: jungwon

premise: in a post-apocalyptic world, you and jungwon are excellent scientists and are at the relative top of the list of people who are ideal parents for the next generation of this dying world. it's now your job to repopulate this earth so you ask your co-worker to pretty please knock you up.

notes: sci-fi elements, dystopian au, scientist!reader, scientist!jungwon, fem-bodied reader, reader is referred to as a woman, dom!jungwon, breeding, impreg kink (like heavily), dirty talk, platonic (?) breeding, co-workers with benefits (?), idk this is kinda speculative fiction but also suspend your disbelief a bit lol

a/n: first of my 1k follower special! not quite sure what order i'm following here but i hope you stay for the ride nonetheless! enjoy!

it's a strange feeling.

in your line of work, 'strange' is hardly any cause for concern. as a biologist with a concentration in genetics, you've seen all the ways nature does its job. from the familiar concepts almost all people learn about in science class like the basic 'mom-meets-dad-equals-baby' to the eerie methods organisms in the deep sea evolve to survive.

you've learned about it all, pored over each punnett square, stressed over the formulas. so, this shouldn't be anything to worry about.

and yet, you're still worried.

"i mean...what did we expect?" jay speaks up from beside you, eyeing the phone in his hand.

"we're presently some of the world's most brilliant minds so...," he adds, locking his phone before hunching over his desk. to your ears, it sounds as if he's trying to convince himself rather than you.

you scan over the document flashed on your own laptop screen. the harsh fluorescent lights overhead buzz nonstop, going on and on, a background hum all of you in the bunker have grown used to. at this moment, it lulls you into a daydream, vision swimming as you repeat the words in your head.

all government personnel with a status level 7 and higher are recommended to partake in project aphrodite. those falling under level 10 are strictly required. participation at this level is compulsory.

common citizens with a status of 9 to 10 are also required to participate. ample compensation for those successful will be provided.

"you're a level 8. it's not as if you have to," you mutter, fingers digging into your temples.

jay snickers. "how many level 10 government personnel are there in this ruined world? a few hundred or so doctors, another few hundred scientists, even fewer world leaders. that's not taking into account the difference in sex. my information's not up to date but last time i checked, there is a hell of a lot more men than there are women. it's a shitshow waiting to happen."

you turn to meet jay's eyes, not meaning to convey any certain emotion, but the way jay's expression falls leads you to believe that you look way more upset than you're letting on.

"oh shit, yeah," jay curses. "you're a level 10. i forgot."

you sigh, tilting your head back against the headrest of your seat.

"i'm sure they'll release more regulation soon," you begin. "this is just the initial memo. with our world hanging in the balance as it is, no one's gonna let this devolve into some patriarchal anarchy, i hope."

"yeah, of course," you hear jay agree. "most of the proponents of project aphrodite are women, anyway, so i'm sure they'll take extra measures to keep you safe."

you sit up straight, looking at jay once more. "this is the world, huh?"

you and jay pause before sharing a quick chuckle.

"'go make babies, or else,'" you say in a mock radio announcer voice. jay lets out a laugh, his voice echoing off the empty office walls.

the two of you fall into silence, as if retreating to your respective thoughts. all that's in your mind at this moment is your current project, the very thing the few people more powerful than you had assigned for you to do: leading your team in stopping that godforsaken virus ravaging the outside. you've been making steady progress so far, but with the weight of this new responsibility, you're not sure if you could keep the momentum up.

you realize with a passing thought that most of the scientists on your team are level 9s and 10s.

"well," you begin before you could stop yourself. you're suddenly overcome with a feeling of suffocation, the office space seemingly too small and continuously growing even smaller.

"i hope you find someone you'd like to procreate with," you say lightly, pushing yourself off your chair. you quickly gather your things: folders and binders and other loose papers in your arms.

you catch jay looking at you, a pensive look on his face. you stop as you're grabbing your reusable coffee jug.

"no," you deadpan. "not me."

jay's eyes widen, as if realizing he'd said something without really saying anything.

"i—no, wait—i mean...," jay stutters, ears quickly turning red.

you smile, patting jay's shoulder reassuringly. "in case you were thinking about it."

jay's mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water and you can't help but laugh.

"these are desperate times, but i'm hoping it's not too desperate," you add. without waiting for a response, you turn towards the door, already making your way to it.

"besides, dr. isa lee seems more your type," you say over your shoulder one last time before pushing the door open and stepping out into the hallway.

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"hey."

you look up from the microscope, tearing your attention away from the specimen you were examining. your eyes readjust to their normal focal length as a tall figure enters the lab, perfectly crisp white coat hanging off his broad shoulders, thin-wired spectacles resting on the bridge of his tall, straight nose. your lips feel strangely parched as he makes direct eye contact with you and you're left with no choice but to moisten them with your tongue.

"oh hi, dr. yang."

the other scientist chuckles, setting down a stack of papers on a desk in the corner. "i've been here for three weeks. please, call me jungwon."

you swallow. "right. jungwon."

dr. jungwon yang was a new import from the seoul bunker, having come to your own area's bunker merely a few weeks prior. he was immediately put under your supervision, an addition to your already elite team of biologists, geneticists, and virologists. off the bat, you could tell he was a man of many talents, coming up with unconventional solutions and arriving at answers quicker than anyone else.

his presence in your lab made your heart swell. in pride, adoration, or desire, you're not quite sure.

"uh, yesterday's results are in that binder over there, in case you want to go over them," you begin. jungwon walks over to your side of the long table, peering over the slide loaded into the microscope.

ignoring the way he brushes ever so slightly against you, you continue. "the director's dropping by later this afternoon, but i wouldn't be too bothered with that. he's just looking for someone to blame for the slow progress at this point. if only they could get us those materials we asked for..."

"have you read the memo?" jungwon asks abruptly, straightening up. he towers over you, his eyes downcast as he stares at your face.

"of course, you've read the memo," jungwon corrects himself, chuckling. "what i meant was...what do you think of it?"

"it's a government-issued memo, it hardly matters what i think," you respond, focusing back on your work in front of you, although all you do is stare blankly at the moving microorganisms, mind unfocused with how much of jungwon's perfume you can smell.

"it's your reproductive health that's on the line. i'm pretty sure your opinion counts for something," jungwon says with a pinch in between his eyebrows.

oh, a feminist. that's even hotter.

"okay, yeah. i appreciate the new guidelines they put out," you admit, looking back up at jungwon. "though it's the bare minimum, i'm glad they're letting us keep the autonomy of choosing who to...boink."

jungwon laughs at that.

"and free fertility drugs for anyone who wants or needs it. oh, also, thank god they didn't have the brilliant idea of putting a time limit on it. having read some crazy speculative fiction myself, the things people are willing to do in fiction are crazy. who's to say they can't do the same in real life?" you continue.

you don't notice the way jungwon's smirk grows as he listens.

"kind of makes the whole thing unsexy, don't you think?" jungwon cuts in, raising an eyebrow. you blink, unsure of what he's talking about.

"i'm surprised they're not monitoring us with cameras and hooking us up to EKGs and shit," he adds.

"oh," you say with a soft giggle, finally catching on. "i'm sure some people are into being watched."

"are you?" jungwon asks.

"am i what?" you answer.

"into being watched."

a pause.

you shake your head. "how about you?"

"oh no," jungwon says. "i prefer to keep what's mine for my eyes only."

"hm. possessive. that's kind of sexy," you mumble under your breath, a sudden surge of confidence coursing through you.

jungwon just stares at you, but you can see his pupils dance in amusement, taking in your whole face and all your features. you might have imagined it but he seemed to have peeked down at your chest for a second.

"do you think it's attractive for someone to be into lego-building? or at least, used to be into it. i'd give an arm and a leg for a complete lego set nowadays," jungwon asks, leaning against the table, and only now do you notice the veins running over the back of his hands.

you think about whether his arms are just as veiny.

"do you think it's a good trait to pass on an offspring? lego-building, i mean," he presses on.

"uh, yeah. good problem-solving skills," you answer, humoring his question.

jungwon nods. "do you think leadership skills are important?"

you smile, leaning against the cabinet opposite jungwon. you nudge his foot lightly. "i lead a team of scientists myself. of course, i think leadership skills are important."

"you and i both," jungwon agrees.

jungwon shifts, placing his hands in the pockets of his lab coat.

"how about dimples? do you think dimples are cute?" jungwon asks once more, one corner of his mouth upturned. a deep crease on his cheek appears.

a dimple.

"very," you admit.

"i see."

there's a silence that stretches over the two of you, and the weight of uncertainty is daunting as you stare at a spot on jungwon's tie. finally, after a few seconds, you heave a sigh, unable to take the tension any longer.

"this is the weirdest way anyone has ever flirted with me," you declare, looking up at jungwon through your lashes. he's grinning and you nearly shiver at how utterly attractive you're finding him at this moment.

"but it's effective," jungwon says. that was a statement, not a question.

you tilt your head to the side. "how do you know?"

"because you would have blown me off two minutes ago if it wasn't," jungwon reasons, crossing his arms. by doing this, he just made himself appear even wider than he is.

"always so calculated," you say, impressed.

you stretch your neck, easing your head from side to side, watching as jungwon fixes his gaze on the taut tendons of your neck. "are you also this precise in bed, dr. yang?"

jungwon approaches, a large hand resting on your hip. "that's for you to find out."

your breath hitches as you feel his thumb rub through the fabric of your skirt.

"later?" he asks.

"my place or yours?" you reply, fingertips grazing the front of his polo. you can just about feel the slope and ridges of his toned muscles.

"i'd like to be a gentleman, so mine," jungwon offers. "i'll walk you back to your room after."

"i was kind of hoping i wouldn't need to walk back after," you say, a hint of teasing in your voice.

"is that a challenge?" jungwon says, his other hand pressing firmly on your lower back. he pulls you to him and your hands involuntarily reach out towards his shoulders to steady yourself.

a few seconds pass before any of you speak again.

"that's for you to find out," you say.

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"kind of weird, isn't it?" jungwon asks, panting against your neck.

your back is pressed firmly against one wall of his sleeping quarters, a wide, loft-like room, similar to yours. a luxury offered only to level 10 government personnel, the room gives its occupants enough space and enough privacy.

and boy, did you need privacy.

"what's weird?" you say breathily, fingers threading through jungwon's hair as he kisses down the column of your neck. his fingers nimbly undo the buttons of your blouse and you whimper when you feel him lick at the valley between your breasts.

"coming up to coworkers or friends then asking them to reproduce with you," jungwon responds, tugging your blouse off of your shoulders.

(you both held enough respect for the institution that employed you both, so your work lab coats were neatly thrown over the back of jungwon's couch before anything got too frisky.)

"see, it's the way you say it that makes it weird," you giggle. you pull jungwon back up to your face, kissing him fervently, tongue licking into his mouth.

"oh yeah? how would you say it?" jungwon challenges as he pulls away slightly, his nose grazing your cheek. he licks a stripe on the underside of your jaw.

"please, jungwon," you whimper, playing up the whine in your voice just a little bit. "need you to knock me up. make me pregnant, please."

jungwon grunts in your ear, reaching behind you to rip the zipper of your skirt down. you let the fabric fall to the floor, stepping out of it quickly, revealing the matching red lace panties you had in tandem with your bra.

"yeah? want me to cum inside you so many times that there won't even be the tiniest chance that you're not pregnant?" jungwon says lowly, kneading one of your boobs in his hands.

you nod, hooking a leg around jungwon's hip, pushing your core right up against the bulge in his pants.

"yes," you breathe out, dragging your clothed pussy over his straining cock. "let's be good citizens and have a whole bunch of kids, yeah?"

jungwon chuckles, hands hurriedly working on his belt. you take this time to kiss up his neck, still rutting against him, desperate for any contact.

"come here," jungwon says through gritted teeth as his pants and boxers fall to the floor. he kicks them off unceremoniously, yanking you towards the couch. your eyes briefly catch the flash of white that were your lab coats.

the two of you fall onto the cushiony surface, with jungwon sitting up and you falling a little less gracefully on him. the two of you laugh as you adjust yourself, righting your posture so you could look at jungwon.

"take this off," jungwon commands, pulling at your panties. you swing off jungwon for a moment, pulling off the garment in record time. you reposition yourself over jungwon, his cock standing tall, hard, and painfully red.

"come on, show me how bad you want those kids," jungwon teases, tucking your hair behind your ear.

you roll your eyes. "you gotta help with the diapers."

a second later, you sink down on jungwon, moaning wantonly at how much he stretches you out, filling you up effortlessly. jungwon throws his head back, his bottom lip pinched between his teeth.

"i'll quit my fucking job at the lab if this is how good it feels to make babies with you," jungwon groans, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.

you whimper at his words, rocking back and forth on his lap. you angle your hips a certain way, the tip of his cock kissing at just the perfect spot inside you. you shudder, repeating your movement.

"god, you feel amazing," jungwon praises. "so warm, so tight."

"yeah," you respond. you're gliding up and down his cock, swiveling your hips as fast as you can. you clench down around him, the thought of jungwon cumming inside you your only motivation.

"filling me up so good," you add, watching as jungwon screws his eyes shut, neck shiny with sweat.

you move forward, attaching your lips just below jungwon's ear. you suckle on the salty skin, running your tongue over the spot, savoring the way jungwon lets a moan rip out of him.

"gotta let the whole bunker know this one's mine," you whisper as you let up on jungwon's neck. a faint red spot is left in the wake of your lips on his skin.

in a blink of an eye, your whole world tumbles upside down, jungwon's hands forcing you down on the couch by your waist. in a daze, you realize that jungwon has you pinned under him, his eyes wild with a hungry look in them. he pushes your legs right up against your chest, lining himself up with your entrance.

"the moment you start showing, no one in this goddamn bunker will have a single doubt who gave you that baby," jungwon counters, thrusting into you. he gives you no time to adjust, picking up where you left off.

you cry out, trying to anchor yourself on anything your hands can find. eventually, you find purchase in jungwon's shoulders. he feels your nails digging in, and he mutters a soft 'fuck', speeding up his movements, the wet sounds of his skin slapping against yours so incredibly obscene in the confined space of his room.

"give it to me, please," you say, meeting jungwon's eyes as he continues to fuck into you. his forehead is creased, a look of concentration washing over his face.

"cum inside, fill me up as many times as you want, fuck it deep in me," you continue, cradling jungwon's face in your hands, the tender gesture a contrast to how rough he's bein.

"god," jungwon groans, voice breaking at the end as he speeds up, but then he halts abruptly, his mouth hanging open in a silent moan. you feel him twitch inside you and you gasp, clenching down as hard as you can.

"fuck, yes, milk it all out," jungwon says. he starts to thrust up into you again, watching as his cock is slowly coated with his cum spreading all over your cushy walls.

you whine, your fingers finding their way down to your cunt, your middle and ring finger pressing onto your clit. you rub at it ferociously, the idea of jungwon's sticky release inside of you turning you on impossibly.

"i'm getting hard again, jesus christ," jungwon complains but his movements don't cease. he's shaking from the overstimulation but he wraps his arms around you, pulling your limp form up against him.

"rub that pretty pussy for me, babe," jungwon requests, thrusting up into you shallowly.

"make yourself cum while i fill you up for a second time."

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"so?"

you jump a little at the sudden intrusion. you look up at jungwon through both of your reflections in your bathroom mirror. three pregnancy tests lie in a neat line on the edge of the sink.

"i just started the timer, jungwon," you reply with a laugh. jungwon turns you around to face him, kissing you briefly.

"hm," you say, looking up at jungwon questioningly. "you never kiss me unless you want something."

"well," jungwon begins, hands slipping under your sweater. "we can always kill time while we wait for the results."

you shake your head, but you're already pressing yourself up against jungwon. "you're insatiable, dr. yang."

jungwon winks at you, undoing your bra under your shirt. "you know it."

"plus, you just look too good in this damn lab coat."

[bigball-thefrog]

It's Just For The Mission, Right?: Rob Lucci X Reader

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Poll

Alright we are back with the second short story of my Lucci Poll. And I am so glad this one was saved for last. Why? You may ask. Because I am happy to announce, that this post, is...

SMUT!

Yes, you heard me, dirty, filthy smut! And it may not be my longest fic, but I do think that this is the best smut I've done yet! So please enjoy, and I shall now give the warnings below.

Warnings/Tags:

Gender neutral reader with female genitals

Lucci and Reader in a fake relationship

Vaginally oral

Vaginally sex

Unprotected sex

Lucci goes feral and uses his Devilfruit

Idk if Zoan users count as monster fucking

User gets scratched and bitten

Overstimulation

Backshots

Dictionary/Measurements:

Cunnilingus is an oral sex act consisting of the stimulation of a vulva by using the tongue and lips.

7,5 inches = 19.05 centimeters

8 inches = 20.32 centimeters

2,5 inches = 6.35 centimeters

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It was about a year after Lucci and the rest of CP9 had settled into their fake lives in Water Seven. While everyone each had different roles that helped the mission. Your role... Was unique, because your role was to pretend to be Lucci's stay-at-home girlfriend. You basically mingled amongst the people to find out any information about the island. It was simple, cleaning, shopping, chatting, it was rather nice and you almost could forget you were undercover.

The only weird thing was when Lucci had days off from the Galley-La Company, he'd spend those days with you, pretending to be a good boyfriend. Lucci hated having to be in a fake relationship with you, which led to Lucci did the bare minimum to make it look real, you'd barely go on dates, and only small dinner dates, you were lucky to get a kiss on the cheek, otherwise it was just hand holding, it made you seem like an awkward almost forced couple rather than a real one, but it was fine, everyone beloved it so you kept doing it the same way.

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Kaku had thrown a house party for the members of Galley-La and their spouces. You and Lucci had arrived and were acting as usual, Lucci stayed quiet with his hand awkwardly holding yours and you would talk to everyone about everything while dragging him along. You were talking to some random person that Lucci knew from work, who already seemed drunk and wouldn't leave you two alone, commenting about your relationship and just how "conservative" you two seem as a couple. "I mean, are you two really even a couple? I bet you two haven't even fucked yet!" The man howled with laughter before going back to drinking. For some reason, Lucci's grip on you became tighter and he seemed more tense. For the first time that night, he let go of you and went to go talk to someone else. He left to a different room with Kaku to talk for a bit and when they came back, Kaku pointed to a room and winked at Lucci before going back to mingle, Lucci just stared at you, giving you a look that just said, "Come now" you followed him into the room, and it's when he closed the door you realized that Hattori wasn't on his shoulder, which almost never happened, something must be wrong. Then, also surprisingly, Lucci spoke, using his real voice for the first time in a year, "We need to talk about our 'relationship'." You sighed, "Lucci if it's about hat guys comment, it's alright, there's plenty of couples that don't have a sex life and are doing great! We don't have to-" "They're starting to get suspicious of us, we act like we don't even want to be together, they're gonna start asking questions soon, and if they find out we're spies, the world government would have our heads." He was right, you both were forced to pretend to be in a relationship when you didn't want to, and it showed. And you know you'd be in trouble if anyone found out, "So what do we do?" you asked, trying to come up with ideas, Lucci looked down and clenched his fist, "I think... We're going to have to... Have sex..." Your eyes widened, have sex? With your teammate? Just so people would belive you two were in love? It was a sured. "Lucci, I'm not so sure about that..." "What else would you suggest, huh? You and I can't act like a loving couple to save our lives, and getting married would be too far! But if we have sex, and we do it loud enough, then they'll hear us and they'll think that we're in love."

You looked away, still hesitant about the idea, so Lucci took your chin in his hand and made you look at him, "Hey, this is just for the mission. And you don't want to fail the mission, do you?" "No" "The you'll do anything for the mission to be successful, right?" "Yeah, anything... Yeah, this will just be a no strings attached thing, just for the mission." Lucci smirked and let go of your face, "There we go... Now strip down and get naked, the faster we start the faster we finish." You nodded, stripping yourself down while Lucci did the same, only stopping at his pants and just leaving his chest out. He pushed you o sit down on the edge of the bed and knelt down in between your bare legs, "What are you doing?" you questioned. "I must get you aroused, and the fastest way I can think of doing it is with Cunnilingus. So I can stimulate you into producing arousal fluid, so it's easier for me to slide in and for it to hurt less. So just sit back and let me work." You nodded, leaning back and gripping the sheets in anticipation. Lucci pried your legs open and wasted no time in burying his face between your legs and attaching his mouth to your clit. You gasp and shuddered, the feeling already making you warm. With a lick through your folds, Lucci began eagerly sucking you clit, sending waves of shock and pleasure through your body. With his tongue darting our every so often to lap up your leaking juices, Lucci inserted two fingers and began thrusting them in and out, hoping to make you climax faster. And it did, you squirmed and shake, a knot forming in your stomach and growing rapidly. When your orgasm finally came crashing down on you, you clenched your legs together, squishing Lucci's fave between your thighs as you rode out your orgasm on his face. After calming down, you unwrapped your thighs from Lucci's head and fell back, lean in on your elbows. Lucic let out a gasp of breath after being released from your thighs. He wiped your fluids from his face and looked down it in his hand, before licking it clean. With a predatory smirk, Lucci stood up an and spoke, "You're ready~"

Lucci stood in front of you as he began undoing his pants. Both pants and boxers falling to the ground, you were met with his full glory, 7.5 inches long and 2.5 inches wide, Lucci was packing and he carried it well. He took ahold of his length, giving it a few pumps to bring it to life, his now erect penis pushing 8 inches. He walked over to you on the bed, a new, almost primal look I his eyes. He said nothing and just flipped you over so you were laying on your stomach. He climbed onto the bed, sitting behind you. He pressed his tip right at your dripping folds. He carefully pushed his tip inside and stopped, he let go of his cock and adjusted his position so his hands were on either sides of your hips. With a shuddering sigh, Lucci spoke once more, "Are you ready?" also with a shuddering sigh, you nodded.

Lucci once again wasted no time and pushed all the way in without stopping. You let out a scream of both pleasure and pain as he burried himself to the base. Barely giving you time to adjust Lucci began moving, thrusting at a pace that wasn't slow, but wasn't fast either. You gripped the sheets again the pleasure starting to overtake the feeling of pain. Lucci grabbed one of your hips to steady himself as he kept the same pace. His fingers dig into your soft flesh as he let out a deep possessive growl as he thrusted particularly hard before going back to his normal pace. You could feel your second orgasm building again, this one feeling bigger than the last. You clenched around his dick as your orgasm came crashing down, more powerful and more pleasurable than before. Lucci stopped as he felt you clench and climax around his dick, the pleasure affecting him too. He threw his head back and moaned, but he didn't cum, he just froze as he felt you ride out your climax and squeeze and coat his dick. As if something in him snapped, once your climax stopped, he lifted his head up to look at you again, his eyes dilated and now showing an inner primal feeling that broke free. He gripped your hip painfully and began thrusting again, but each second he went faster and you felt him grow.. Bigger? Looking behind you, you see Lucci had used his Devilfruit and had gone full leopard, just to fuck you. A growing feeling of pain and overstimulating started to affect you, causing you to scream and whimper more, but the feeling of pleasure still outnumbered all. Lucci let go of your hip and fell on top of you, squishing you under this weight, grunting and growling as he fucked you like a wild animal. Lucci gripped the sheets and sank his sharp teeth into your shoulder as he fucked you hard and fast, forgetting about his previous agreement and just focusing on his pleasure. Your third orgasm was coming fast, and you could feel Lucci was coming too. With another hard crash of pleasure, you screamed out Lucci's name and clenched around his duck again and coating it in another layer of your juices. This sent Lucci over the edge as he let go of you, sat up, and thrusted a few more times before pulling out and cumming all over your back.

Lucci fell back onto his elbows and transformed back into a human, as he caught his breath and looked at the sight of you, all fucked out, when suddenly and the door burst open with Paulie barging inside, "What the fuck is going on I'm here?!" he shouted before freezing, his cigar dropping to the floor. The sight of Lucci, naked and his softening penis dripping with the last of his cum and you, also naked with cum splattered on your back made him turn red. He quickly looked away before shouting again, "L-lock the door next time!! A-and put some clothes on, you're too exposed!!!" he quickly left, leaving you two alone again. Lucci smirked and let out a 'hmph' before getting up and putting his clothes back on. "I'll go grab a towel and some bandages for the claw and teeth marks." He stated before heading to the door, "Oh, and don't expect this to be a one time thing, we still need to keep up this reputation until the mission is over, got it?" you nodded. He turned to open the door when you spoke again, "And this is, still onlt for the mission, right?" "Of course it's only for the mission, nothing else." He stated and left. But you both knew that deep down, that this wasn't for the mission anymore...

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Sorry this took long, I'm not used to writing smut and I'm always just scared I'm gonna get caught😭 But I hope you enjoy this and I'll start with the ideas from the Crocodile poll hopefully soon. Bye bye 👋

Kelly🐸

[heartz4levi]

HIHI HI . i adore ur fics a lot and ur writing style is just chef's kiss ^‿^ can u write till kissing hcs? can b suggestive if u want lol 🙌🌷

i love you so much, i fall to pieces !

☆ thinking abt till + kissing hcs . . .

☆ till (alnst) ,, gn reader . . slightly suggestive themes ,, these are just fkn kissing headcannons idk what to tell you ,, reader is till's first kiss ,, inexperienced till ,, till learns how to kiss via reader's help (that they did NOT offer).

till is the type of guy who scowls each time he witnesses a couple kissing.

and yet, when he shared his first kiss with you, he wasn't disgusted. quite the contrary, he was eager. eager but nervous, because he has no idea what it is that he should do.

does he just.. go with the flow? do what feels best? or should he let you lead the dance?

truth be told, till has no experience when it comes to kissing, relationships and so on. he's always been one to turn a blind eye, but now you're in his life and some drastic measures need to be taken on his part.

the first couple of times you pull him in for a kiss or two, he stiffens up and can only reciprocate awkwardly. but the cutest flustered blush always ends up coating his features, which makes up for his lack of skill.

over time, he learns how to improve from you. not because he asked you for advice, but because he focused on the movement of your lips on his each time you initiated yet another kiss. he wanted to get on your level, so what better way to learn than watch?

or.. not watch, feel.

regardless, it's enough for till to get the hang of things. the change is gradual — slowly but surely he learns how much to lean his head, where to put his hands, when it's time to slip his tongue inside your mouth and so on.

the realization dawns out of the blue on you one random day. you weren't even thinking about anything remotely close to that subject, it just occured to you.

the fact that he went out of his way to learn and mimic your movements is quite endearing though. he ended up finding his own.. sense of style when it comes to kissing, in the end.

till's go—to kisses are the ones where he turns to you suddenly, grabs you by the collar and presses a quick peck to your lips before turning away and acting like nothing happened. originally, you were the one who pulled that stunt on him. numerous times.

in other situations, where your kisses turn to heated make—out sessions, till is generally a lot more intense.

his hands tend to find a firm claim on your hips or the sides of your face, keeping you in place. he isn't being gentle, he's letting all of his raw passion poor out into the stream of kisses. till bites down on your lip to let his tongue wander inside, he doesn't ask for permission.

however, till does get a bit dizzy whenever you don't let things escalate, whenever you force him to sink into the addictive slow, deep kisses. he can't handle them, they turn his mind to mush.

he will be pawing, almost clawing at you and yet he can't help but move his own lips against yours. maybe it's muscle memory, maybe it's his body giving away the fact that he actually likes those type of kisses.

well, so long as it's you who he's sharing them with, till likes any and all kinds of kisses. there's no one else he would rather smooch every day.

[phoenixyfriend]

How to Call Your Reps About Gaza

I make a lot of posts telling you to call your reps! Anyway, here's the overall shape of how to argue to them.

Disclaimer: I am not in politics. I do not have experience as a staffer. I am just someone who cares a lot about where things are going, and wants to help. Also, this is specific to the US, because that's where I'm based. Hopefully, people with expertise can add more suggestions on.

Find your elected officials.

My Ko-fi: this took me two days to write up, so uh. If you've got a few dollars, send them my way so I can keep doing this sort of thing, and maybe move out of my parents' house sooner.

General tips:

Be polite, or at least civil. Do not swear or shout at whoever answers the phone. This will quite possibly get your number blocked. Fifty civil calls over the course of several months will do more than one where you shout. You can be frosty, you can say you are disappointed, you can say you find the actions of your reps to be reprehensible or morally bankrupt, sure. But keep calm and aim criticism at the rep, not the staffer.

Keep it short. The staffers who answer call centers are busy. They usually start trying to hurry me off after about two minutes. I've yet to manage a call longer than four or five minutes. Pick one or two topics for the day, and focus on those. Cycle through them every time you call. Stick to just one from day to day if it's a large, ongoing issue like Gaza.

Plan for voicemail. I get voicemail more often than not. My House rep usually has a staffer free, but the Senators are almost always voicemail. This will give you a minute and a half max. Be ready to get your point squeezed into that.

Only call your representatives. The important, powerful word here is "constituent." You will be ignored or even counted against if you are from a different district or state. The first thing you start with is your name and address. A staffer will ask for the information they need. On voicemail, leave your full name, your city and state, and zip code before you go into your message. Do not lie, either. They look these things up in the system when you call. I'm not sure how--I think maybe they have access to a database of registered voters--but every time I call, they ask for my last name and address and at some point say, 'oh, yep, I've got you right here,' which indicates a database of some sort.

Research at least a little bit about their opinions. If they already agree with you, then it's much easier to leave a quick "I support you and want you to know that" to combat anyone who's arguing from the other side. If they don't, then you're best off finding out what specific issue they have so you can know the best kind of comment to leave.

Look up specific bills or arguments. I get daily emails from GovTrack about bills that are on this week's docket or have been voted on in the past day. IDK about anyone else, but being able to say that I disagree specifically with HR 815 or something makes me feel powerful, and possibly like I will be taken more seriously. Sometimes you can start with articles like this one, which include links to specific bills on the official congress website.

Email after if you can. Reportedly less effective, and takes longer, but you are more likely to get a written (canned) response, and it reinforces whatever you called about.

Basic structure of a call, at least as I've been doing it:

"Hi, my name is ____ ____, and I am a constituent from [city, state], [zip]. I am calling to express my opinion on [topic]. I am concerned about [short argument with a clear impact on the topic]. I ask that you support [measure or fellow congress member]/vote [yay/nay on specific legislature]. Thank you for your time, and I hope you keep my opinion in mind."

For this post, the topic can be stated as the war in Gaza, military funding for Israel, or unrest in the Middle East, depending on which you think your elected official will respond to best. That said, the structure should work for whatever your call is about.

Arguments to use against your elected official... or your on-the-fence cousin:

I'll be honest, some of these are not going to do much against your representative. They know the arguments, and have been going over them with each other for months. You just need to have one locked and loaded that they consider relevant instead of a nonstarter, in order to back up your opinion as 'founded' instead of 'nonsense, can be swayed with a good marketing campaign.'

I'll include explanations if I don't think something is self-evident (or needs more evidence to tell your cousin), but in most of them I'll provide some suggested verbiage that you can tweak as needed, and for a few of them, that's really enough.

THESE ARE FOR THE TOPIC OF CONCERN, ONLY. You still need to end each one with "I ask that the [official] votes to [action]" at the end. Give them something actionable (example from Feb. 13th). My go-tos right now:

Both chambers: Reinstate funding for UNRWA

Both chambers: Place mandatory restrictions on any aid to Israel, with contractual threats to cut funding if Netanyahu and his government continue to disregard civilian life

Senate: Put support behind Bernie Sanders and his motion to restrict funding to Israel until a humanitarian review of the IDF’s actions in Gaza has been completed (S.R. 504) (Tabled by the Senate on 1/16, but it is being brought back in as conditions continue to escalate)

House: Put support behind Rep. Rashida Tlaib’s petition for the US government to recognize the IDF’s actions in Gaza as ethnic cleansing and forced displacement, and put a stop to it.

House: Put support behind H.R. 786, introduced by Rep. Cori Bush, calling for an immediate deescalation and cease-fire in Israel and occupied Palestine.

What Not to Say

"There is no threat to Israel." I've talked about this elsewhere, but the short version is that this will be basically laughed out as you not knowing what you're talking about.

Anything generically antisemitic. (I mean, it might work on some of the white supremacists, but do you really want to encourage that thinking? No, so don't do it.)

Facts that you "heard somewhere" but cannot find a reliable source for. If it's being reported by the New York Times, NPR, or the BBC, it's probably trustworthy by government standards. If it's not a super common statistic, cite the journal you got it from by name. Remember, you aren't arguing to tumblr mutuals. You are arguing to your elected official or your 'I don't really pay attention' cousin. When it comes to this, big name news sources are better.

Unrealistic demands for complete isolationism, permanently abandoning Israel to its own devices, supporting Hamas, etc. Again, you will not be taken seriously. Pick an argument they might actually listen to, and use it to press them towards a possible solution. You want them to believe that if they adjust their position, they will be doing the will of most of their constituents, and thus more likely to get reelected.

The Ethics Argument

Third-party reporting has stated that that nearly 29,000 Gazans are dead since Oct. 7th, as of 2/18/24. The vast majority of those are civilians, and over half are children. Palestinians in Gaza are facing an acute hunger crisis threatening to become a full-blown famine.

The International Court of Justice has found that there is credible reason to believe that the state of Israel is committing a genocide against the Palestinians of Gaza.

This does not mean that every single Israeli is complicit. It does mean that the government, particularly Netanyahu and his associates, has been reprimanded by a large, diverse coalition of countries, and has consistently refused to listen to that court since.

This argument will possibly work on your cousin. Less likely to work on your elected official. They already know the numbers. I just wanted to get it out of the way first.

The Re-Election Argument: Michigan vs New York

Meanwhile, this is possibly the most effective. Again, this is not an argument of ethics. This is an argument of "how can I make my elected official do what I want." We do not use only the purest moral argument. We use what works.

What to say to your elected official: Michigan, as a swing state, was won by democrats on the power of the Arab-American vote in the 2020 election. We (either party) are at risk of losing Michigan due to the current Congressional approach to the Gaza conflict, as that demographic is now polling as likely to abstain from voting entirely. The risk of losing several congressional districts due to the Jewish vote is a real one, but the risk of losing the the executive branch is greater, especially after what we saw with Suozzi. Supporting Palestine might lose us parts of New York, but supporting Israel will lose us Michigan.

Explanation: Something that has been taking up a lot of time and space in the election coverage is the situation in Michigan, and more recently, there has been attention paid to the special election of New York's third district, AKA the "who gets to replace disgraced George Santos" competition.

Michigan is traditionally a swing state. While 2.1% doesn't sound like a lot, that is some 211k-278k people (depending on your source), and while not all of them can vote... Michigan was won by about 154k. Arab-Americans are not the only relevant demographic, but they sure are an important one, and they are vocally opposed to the situation. Approval has dropped from 59% to 17%. From that same article:

As Axios notes, Biden won Michigan in 2020 by 154,000 votes, but there are at least 278,000 Arab Americans in Michigan. Biden took Arizona, a state with an Arab American population of 60,000, by only 10,500 votes. In Georgia, Biden prevailed with a margin of 11,800 voters, in a state that has an Arab American population of 57,000.

Democrats cannot afford to lose these states. Pressure your congresspeople about that, especially if you live in one of those states. I assume most Arab-Americans in said states are already calling every day; the rest of you can join in.

Meanwhile, most Jews (considered the most pro-Israel demographic by strategists) in America are concentrated in a very small number of electoral districts. Of the twenty most-Jewish, ten are in New York, which is why I put it up in the section header.

One of those districts was won by a Republican in 2022: George Santos, New York's third congressional district. Following his scandals and ousting, the seat was up for a special election, and the two candidates were Tom Suozzi, a democrat who held the seat previously (he decided to run for governor, and lost), and Mazi Pilip, a Nassau county legislator who was of Ethiopian Jewish background and had been in the IDF. She ran on a campaign that leaned strongly pro-Israel and anti-immigration, and when Suozzi won, she interrupted his victory speech to accuse him of supporting a genocide against Israel due to his rather centrist, rather milquetoast stance on the conflict during his election campaign.

Now, Suozzi's win probably had more to do with Pilip being anti-choice than her pro-Israel arguments, but he still won.

Democrats can better risk possibly losing a few seats in NY than definitely losing three swing states.

"But I don't want Dems to win their districts after what they've been--" Nope. Listen to me. Surveys indicate that Republicans are on average more pro-Israel, because Trump and Netanyahu are buddy-buddy, and we do not have a viable third option.

Also, again, this is about convincing Dems to be better. "If you do not vote to put restrictions on funding to Israel, I will not vote for you in November" is a lot more powerful than "I will not vote for you either way, because of what you've been doing, but you should do what I say anyway."

The Re-Election Argument: Risk of Escalation

So, that thing I said about Trump and Netanyahu?

Yeah, so, while Biden is giving Israel military aid while cautioning them to slow down and be careful, Trump is... complicated, but suffice to say he's much closer to Netanyahu on a personal level than Biden is. Biden's relation with Netanyahu is reportedly pretty frosty, while Trump's is based on relations through the Kushners.

Just from wikipedia:

Netanyahu made his closeness to Donald Trump, a personal friend since the 1980s, central to his political appeal in Israel from 2016.[21] During Trump's presidency, the United States recognized Jerusalem as the capital of Israel, recognized Israeli sovereignty over the Golan Heights, and brokered the Abraham Accords, a series of normalization agreements between Israel and various Arab states.

Trump's been more all-over-the-place recently, badmouthing Netanyahu for being what Trump perceives as a loser, which complicates understanding what his approach is. It's kind of incoherent right now.

Given Trump's general history of being pro-Israel, though, and the attempts by House Republicans to push through a bill of unconditional funding for Israel. It failed, but notable is that the more recent bill passed in part because it was paired with aid for Ukraine and Taiwan (something Dems are much more invested in having happen).

What to say to your elected official: If Trump is reelected due to his current appearance of being more critical of Netanyahu, there is evidence from his presidency to indicate that he will support Israel much less critically if elected. While he claims to want to settle the Middle East, it seems incredibly likely that he will worsen the situation for Palestinians, and ramp up retaliatory strikes to groups like the Houthis in a manner that will impact non-military parties, igniting tensions that are already tenuous.

The Disrespect/Wild Card Argument

This particular argument is best used against the Very Patriotic Politicians who are more concerned with the US's image and Being The Alpha Nation than with other things. Basically, this might work on Republicans.

This isn't really something I believe in, as a matter of foreign policy, buuuut it might work on your rep, so. Consider it!

What to say to your elected official: With Israel's recent actions in ignoring Biden, blocking US-sent aid like those flour trucks that got stopped at the Rafah border because they'd be distributed by UNWA, and generally Disrespecting The USA and Being Unpredictable is not only making the US look bad for being unable to wrangle a smaller country, but also making it so we are less able to wrangle other countries in the future, because Israel cannot be predicted and might set someone off.

The Europe and Reputation Argument

What to say to your elected official: The United States is losing credibility as a world power known for its military and ability to manage international disputes on behalf of the UN, because it is seemingly unable to influence Israel, and losing credibility as an upstanding moral state that is not doing foreign coups and banana republics anymore, as it appears to be tacitly supporting Israel's ICJ-labelled genocide, which is a really bad look with the other Western Powers.

I'm not entirely sure who this might work on, but there's gotta be at least a few politicians who are really concerned about America's image, more than about actually doing the right thing. Figure out if your politician is one of them.

If necessary, you can bring up how Trump is threatening to pull US support for NATO if Russia attacks someone.

The Middle East Stability Argument: Iran-backed Militias

What to say to your elected official: I'm concerned that the continued support of Israel, and thus the funding of their actions in Gaza, will increase the instability of Iran-backed militias, as we have already seen with the Houthis and Hezbollah. Entire Muslim-majority nations are showing increased displeasure not only with Israel, but with the US by extension. We cannot afford another war in the Middle East when we haven't yet pulled all our troops from the last one, not with the recent and recurring economic recessions. Any situation would also very likely be complicated or inflamed by the growing tensions among Eritrea, Djibouti, and Ethiopia regarding Red Sea access as well.

Use this on the ones that claim to be pro-military or pro-veteran. See what they said about HR 815 before the foreign military funding amendment was added.

The Middle East Stability Argument: Egypt

What to say to your elected official: Egypt's government has been unstable since the Arab Spring, and even now the military government is incredibly unpopular. With that existing instability, the addition of economic strain from the reduced usage of the Suez canal, the international disputes occurring because they're the main throughway for aid into Gaza, and the threat of a sudden influx of nearly one and a half million Palestinian refugees should Israel continue to push south... Egypt is looking at a possible near-collapse as we've seen in nearby nations suffering similar instabilities.

Explanation: It took several years for Egypt to really start recovering from the revolts in 2013, and it has applied for four IMF loans in recent years. The current government is unpopular to such a degree that they are looking to build an entire new capital from scratch in the middle of the desert so that they're less open to the risk of civilian uprisings; one of the primary causes for civilian dissatisfaction is economic issues.

Due to Houthi attacks at the Bab al-Mandab Strait, traffic through the Suez canal is down massively, and since the canal "represents almost 5% of the GNP and 10% of GDP and is one of Egypt’s most important sources of hard currency." (src) Various sources are reporting that trade through the canal is down 40-50%, which is putting more strain on the already unstable economic and political situation.

Finally, Egypt's population is about 110 million, but the governorate that shares a border with Israel and Gaza, North Sinai, has a population of barely 500,000. A push of one and a half million starving, injured people will, very suddenly, nearly quadruple the population of the governorate, and require extreme aid response from Egypt's government to keep alive and prevent a larger crisis in North Sinai and neighboring governorates.

The Middle East Stability Argument: Normalized Relations

What to say to your elected official: I am concerned that Israel's continued attack on Gaza is jeopardizing any chance of normalized relations with the Arab states in the future. American has put a lot of work into trying to get these various countries to normalize with Israel, and our funding of the current attacks on Gaza are sabotaging all that effort.

This one can be combined with the Iran-Backed Militias argument: Israel, in pursuit of revenge against Hamas, is setting itself up to be in more danger long-term, rather than less.

The International Trade Argument

What to say to your elected official: I am concerned about how the war in Gaza is impacting international trade and shipping costs. With the Suez Canal down to half its usual capacity and the Panama Canal raising costs and dropping capacity in response to the water restrictions, along with rising fuel costs in Europe and Asia, global trade is incredibly strained. We are being relegated to the Cape of Good Hope, Cape Horn, and the Malacca strait for much of intercontinental trade, and the macroeconomic projections are looking very bad for America.

The Domestic Economics Argument

What to say to your elected official: Many of the plans for Israeli military funding cause damage to other parts of the budget. For instance, a recent plan put forward by the Republicans of the House suggested IRS cuts in order to move that money, a plan which would impact the US budget negatively in the long term; we need those 14 billion being spent domestically, not supporting an overreaction/possible genocide in Gaza.

Explanation: In general, pick something receiving budget cuts that your congressperson will care about. I care about IRS funding, and saw it mentioned as a target in an article, so that's what I've got in my suggested verbiage up there.

The fewer people that are working for the IRS, the more they focus on auditing poor people (simple, easy taxes) and the less they can effectively audit rich people (complicated, time-consuming taxes), which means rich people are more likely to get away with evading millions or even billions in taxation. So yeah, you want more funding in the IRS if you are poor. They are already auditing you. You want them to audit the big guys.

The Russia and China Argument

What to say to your elected official: I am worried that the current focus on funding Israel without restriction is causing us to lose sight of the international threat posed by Russia and China. Russia is actively invading Ukraine, which continues to put massive strain on the European economy with regards to oil prices, especially with the Suez situation, and China has been testing missiles near Taiwan, and thus testing US responsiveness to those threats, for months now. We cannot afford to support an internationally unpopular war if we want to remain ready for Russia and China.

This is less likely to work on Republicans, since Trump is friendly with Russia, but hey, give it a shot if they're one of the ones who aren't fully in his camp.

EDIT 2/22/24: I'm a bit unsure of this tactic, but I'm putting it out there with hopes that someone with more political experience can offer feedback:

"Congress, and the US government in general, has promised to sanction Russia for the alleged assassination of one man within a week of the suspicious death, after five months of refusing to enact even slight consequences on Israel for the deaths of nearly thirty thousand, half of which are children. This is ethically questionable at best, but for the interests of elected officials, it is a very bad look. The mismatch shows a massive bias by the American government in regards to Israel's ongoing mass murder, with over two million facing famine as a result of Israel's aid blocking, and America's reputation on the world stage, as well as individual politicians' reputations domestically with constituents, is plummeting."

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Idk if requests are still open or if you even read the beast manga at all buttt i think with how you write you’d do a wonderful job at the idea

But do you think you could write Regular/ADA!Dazai meeting Beast!Reader? The idea is that Ada/regular!Reader was hit with an ability that switched them with their beast counter part, and this version of them was dragged down the dark void thats Dazai Osamu just like he did with Beast!Chuuya, Atsushi & Kyouka, and now ADA!Dazai is forced to acknowledge that there is a universe out there where he ruined them, he hurt them and yet they still love him and stay by his side even if it hurts.

We Loved You in the Dark

Content Warnings: Emotional trauma, psychological manipulation, implied gaslighting, Stockholm syndrome, grief, references to abuse (non-physical), self-worth themes, typical violence (implied)

Author’s Note:

This story was a deeply personal attempt to explore the emotional weight of an alternate universe where Dazai’s choices turned darker—and how that version of him might affect the people closest to him. I tried my best to capture the request with as much care and intensity as I could, balancing lyricism with heartbreak.

If some parts feel confusing, I truly apologize—this was a heavy one, and I wanted the tone to linger in the quiet, between the lines. Your thoughts, interpretations, and feedback mean the world to me.

Writing this also inspired me to finally go back and finish the last volume of Beast—I’m currently wrapping up Stormbringer, and stepping into that headspace again definitely fueled the heart of this piece. Thank you for reading. ♡

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The first thing you notice is the ceiling. White. Quiet. Sterile. You blink slowly, fingers twitching against warm fabric. There’s a blanket tucked over your shoulders. A soft hum in the air—lights, maybe. Somewhere nearby, a window lets in pale morning sun. It smells like antiseptic. Clean. Like a hospital.

Or—

And then—you see him. Sitting in the corner of the room like a dream you weren’t ready to remember. Osamu Dazai.

His legs are crossed, one hand resting under his chin. That brown trench coat. Slouched posture. Those dark, impossible eyes tracking your every breath. You speak without thinking.

“…You stayed?” He tilts his head, and his mouth lifts into something familiar. “Of course. It’s not every day someone collapses right outside the office.” You blink. Once. Twice. The office? “You… brought me here?” “Where else would I take you?” he says lightly, voice playful. “You’re not the easiest person to carry, you know. I think I deserve a thank you.”

Your stomach twists. Something’s wrong. But it’s him, right? It’s always been him. You sit up slowly, arms sore, body tight with the tension of old bruises—healed-over habits your muscles haven’t forgotten.

“I didn’t think you’d come back.” Dazai blinks at that. “Back from where?” You try to smile, but it falters. “Wherever you disappear to when you’re done punishing me.” His expression flickers. “…Pardon?” But you don’t notice it. You’re already folding in on yourself, hands wringing the blanket.

“I get it,” you say softly. “I shouldn’t have said anything. Just—tell me what you need, and I’ll do it.” His voice is quieter now. Measured. “What I need?” “I mean, if this is about the last mission, I didn’t know the kid was going to fight back, and I didn’t mean to disobey—” “Hey,” he says suddenly, and there’s something real in his voice now. Something sharp. You flinch. Not at the volume—but at the tone. At him.

Your eyes dart to the door like you were calculating how fast you could run. What the hell happened to you? He keeps his voice level. Gentle. Steps closer, slow and deliberate. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” he says carefully. You frown at him, confused. “…You’re not angry?”

“No. Should I be?” You study him like a stranger wearing the face of someone you know. “You’re not… You’re not yelling. Or cold. Or…” His heart drops. Something awful takes shape behind his ribs.

You think I’d hurt you. That I have hurt you. You’re not just scared. You’re remembering. But of what?

He crouches down beside the couch, not touching, just watching. “Do you… remember how you got here?” You look at him again, and something in your face changes. Your eyes flicker around the room. The furniture. The light. The warmth. “…This isn’t my apartment,” you whisper.

“No,” he says. “This is the Armed Detective Agency.” Silence. You stare at him. At the sunlight streaming across the polished floor. At the warmth in his voice that doesn’t fit the shape of the man you know. And your mouth moves before your mind can stop it—“…You’re not Dazai.”

His face stills. Not a blink. Not a breath. Just stillness. Because it’s not just confusion in your voice. It’s horror. Like you’re staring at something wearing the skin of the man you love—the man you survive—and realizing too late that it doesn’t recognize you back. The coat is different. The voice is close. But the way he looks at you—no calculation. No leash tightening around your throat.

Where’s the sharpness? Where’s the cold smile that means you’ve disappointed him again? Where’s the warning in his silence? He says your name—gently, almost tender—and your body goes still.

No. No, no, no—he doesn’t say your name like that. He never says it like that. You press a hand to your chest. Your heart is beating too fast. “You’re not him,” you whisper. “You’re not—you’re not Dazai.” His stomach drops. Not because you’re scared of him. But because he doesn’t understand why. You’re shaking. You looked at him like he was salvation a second ago—and now he’s a ghost with the wrong face. What the hell is going on?

He crouches down slowly, voice steady, quiet. “I’m right here,” he says. “You’re safe.” But the moment he moves, you shift—subtle, instinctive— like you’re bracing for a blow that isn’t coming. And that is what breaks him. You’re afraid of him. But you’re not running. You’re waiting. Waiting to be punished. Waiting to be forgiven. Waiting to be his. But not this version of him. He reaches out, stops short of touching you. “Tell me where you came from.” You look at him again, and it’s not confusion anymore. It’s grief. “I don’t know,” you whisper. “But it’s not here.”

After you’ve settled, you sit across from him now, still in that borrowed blanket, hands gripping onto it. You haven’t looked at him since you said it. “You’re not Dazai.” He hasn’t moved since. But he watches you closely, patiently, like you’re a riddle only he knows how to unravel. The silence between you is tight—sacred. The kind that knows a single wrong word might shatter you both.

And then—“I used to follow the sound of his footsteps like prayer,” you whisper. “Even when they led to dark places.” Dazai’s brows lift slightly. He doesn’t speak. You’re not looking at him. You’re somewhere else. “I wasn’t afraid of dying,” you continue. “Not really. I was afraid of being left behind. Of being discarded before I was useful enough. Before I made myself… indispensable.” Indispensable. He’s heard that word before—used it himself.

To justify people like you. People who stayed. You look down into your hands like it might reveal the rest of your thoughts. “He never hit me,” you murmur. “He didn’t need to. There are softer ways to hollow someone out.” Your voice grows quieter. More distant. “He would disappear for days. Come back smelling like rain and blood and secrets I wasn’t allowed to ask about. But if I opened my arms… he’d sleep beside me like nothing happened. And I’d let him.” Your fingers tighten around themselves. “I thought that meant he trusted me. I thought it meant he needed me.” You laugh, but it’s soft and broken. “It just meant I was convenient.”

No names. No places. Just him.

He. Me. Another me.

You speak about him like a myth. Like a story told by someone still living inside it. Port Mafia. You haven’t said it. But it’s obvious now. That’s where you are from. That’s where he kept you. And you loved him. You feared him. You still do. And yet, you sit here now—so quiet. So careful. Like a porcelain thing someone taught to be useful before beautiful.

And he wonders—Would I have done the same? If Oda hadn’t died… would I have found her too? Would I have kept them in my cage, called it love, and convinced them to thank me for it? His throat tightens. I know the shape of that cruelty. I’ve worn it before. “You loved him,” Dazai says finally, voice low. You nod. “Of course I did.” “Why?” Your gaze drifts toward the window.

“He was constant,” you murmur. “He was terrible, but he was there. He noticed when I bled. He always knew when I lied. He remembered how I took my tea, even if he never made it. He would tell me I was his, then leave me to prove it.” You exhale shakily. “And I did. I always did.” And Dazai realizes—You didn’t escape. You were ripped away. You were displaced into a softer reality—his reality —and now you’re grieving the man who weaponized your love.

And the worst part? You miss him. The version of me that broke you. You’re still speaking in fragments. Your voice has softened, but your words are razors.

“He was brilliant,” you say. “A god to the ones who couldn’t see him clearly. And even the ones who did… they followed him.” Dazai doesn’t speak. He’s frozen. “Chuuya,” you continue. “He hated him. But he would’ve torn the world in half if Dazai asked. Like a dog straining against a leash he begged not to need.” Chuuya too? Even in that world… even there, they were Double Black. “Atsushi was worse,” you whisper. “He wanted to save people. And Dazai taught him how to destroy instead. He said it was mercy. I think he believed it.” Your hands curl in your lap. “And Kyouka… She smiled when he praised her. That was all it took. Just a few words, and she became a weapon for him.” You laugh, but there’s no joy in it. “He broke all of us. But we thanked him for it.”

Dazai’s heart feels like it’s caving in. Your voice is too calm. You speak like you’re reciting a lullaby. “And me?” You finally meet his eyes. “I knew he didn’t love me. But I still love him. I let him strip me down until there was nothing left but his name in my mouth. And I never once asked him to stop.”

Dazai is spiraling. You’re not just a victim of another me. You were his acolyte. You believed in his violence. Found meaning in his indifference. And you stayed—because he taught you how to need him.

He sees it now, in the way you sit too still, like moving wrong might upset the air. In the way you scan him constantly, like reading a man who’s always two lies ahead. In the way you never ask him for anything. And this version of me—this monster—still made you feel like he was all you had.

He reaches for you. Carefully. Gently. He means only to comfort you. His fingers brush your wrist—bare skin against bare skin. The world stutters. There’s a flash behind his eyes like lightning without thunder. Your form flickers—shifts— snaps.

And just like that—You’re gone.

And in your place: You. The real you. Curled under the blanket with wide, panicked eyes, gasping for breath like you’ve just surfaced from drowning.

You blink at him, confused, tears already spilling down your cheeks. “Dazai?” you whisper, lost. “What… what happened?” His hand is still on your wrist. But it feels like he’s miles away.

It was his ability. No Longer Human—a passive reflex. He didn’t mean to activate it. But now that version of you is gone.

You’re back in your reality. Back with him. With the version of himself that never left. That twisted love into survival. That raised devout monsters with soft eyes and firm hands.

And now, everything is back to normal. Except him. Because how does he go back to the jokes, the coffee, the Agency cases—knowing that out there, in another reality, he never left?

That there’s a version of him who stole loyalty from the broken. Who weaponized love and called it devotion. Who let a person rot in the name of staying close.

And they still thanked him for it. Still loved him. Still whispered his name like a prayer with no god at the end. He sits beside you while you cry, grounding yourself. And he wonders—quietly, painfully—what the other him would’ve done in this moment.

Would he have held you? Would he have punished you? Or would he have turned away, smug in the knowledge that you had nowhere else to go?

And then, softly, you reach for his hand. He lets you. But even as your fingers curl around his, warm and trusting and present—Dazai can’t help but think… There’s a world where I broke you. And you let me. And I’ll never forgive myself for that.

[havendance]

Anyway, my proposal for a run on Detective Comics where I write a series of one-shot stories showcasing all of the various supporting cast Batman has accumulated with stories, including, but not limited to:

Batman invites Nightwing to Gotham to help him solve a murder. The murder is very straightforward and they dance around the real reason Bruce invited him, until at the end, he finally admits in a constipated Bruce way that it's the anniversary of him adopting Dick and he wanted to spend time with him.

Huntress and Robin (Tim Drake) team up to investigate Killer Croc. It turns out he's turning over a new leaf in the sewers near the Marina. Huntress is dubious, but Robin convinces her to give him a chance, though she says she'll be watching him. We re-canonize Joker: Last Laugh.

Damian and Duke team up to take on a street-racing operation--a mission that naturally requires them to do some high adrenaline racing together.

The Riddler gets on social media with a plot that involves lots of puzzles and clues all over Gotham. Oracle taps into old members of "We are Robin" to take it down.

Batgirl (Stephanie Brown) and Batman end up on the same missing persons case. With the pressure on to find the missing child, they snipe at each other as tensions rise. In the end, after saving the kid, Bruce sort of kind of apologizes in a Bruce way and expresses some measure of respect for her.

Jason teams up with Ghostmaker to take on, idk, one of the Clayfaces. Does Gotham still have one of those? I haven't read any comics ghostmaker's in yet, but from I've heard it sounds like they'd have an interesting dynamic. Jason gets flashbacks to digging his way out of his grave.

Luke Fox recruites Harper Row (She does engineering stuff right? I also need to read comics she has a significant role in.) They take some new tech for a joyride and go bother the Penguin.

Batgirl (Cassandra Cain) and Azrael team up to take down Mad Hatter. He probably has some elaborate Alice in Wonderland theming going on that neither of them get. (I think neither of them should have read it.)

Batwoman and Catwoman team up to steal back some Kane family heirlooms, possibly from Jacob Kane (What's his and Kate's relationship looking like anyway?), possibly from someone else.

Gotham Girl and somebody. Me advancing my Cass & Claire agenda Possibly Oracle trying to rehabilitate her in that controlling yet well-intentioned way she has sometimes? Someday, I will get to being more up to date on what Claire's status quo in current comics is.

A handful of representatives from Gotham's various crime families get together in the backroom of a bar somewhere. They play poker and exchange stories of being busted by the various bat-affiliated vigilantes in which they are very scary and almost inhuman. It ends with Batgirl (Cass) busting in and beating them up.

Helena Bertinelli takes a gig as a substitute teacher at Gotham Academy. She teams up with Maps & other supporting cast when Mr Freeze takes the school hostage while trying to escape the police.

[femalefemur]

Pray For Us Sinners.

warnings: blasphemy i guess, religion, please let me know if I missed anything!

word count: 1.3k

A/N: i wrote this instead of sleeping so idk have fun!

it was late at night when you saw him, wandering into the basilica after a meeting, sighing as he sat in a pew and stared up at the impossibly high ceiling as a thin wisp of smoke left his mouth. he hadn’t noticed you yet, at least you thought he hadn’t, which allowed you to stand behind a pillar and observe the cardinal. there was exhaustion written on his face, eyes tired and heavy behind his glasses and hands folded over his stomach, but he looked peaceful despite it all.

“long day?” your voice broke through the silence, your eyes widening slightly in surprise at the sound of your own voice.

“i did not see you there, sister” his voice came out low and hushed, unusual for the normally loud and brash man.

“sorry, i didn’t mean to interrupt” you stepped closer and out of the shadow of the giant pillar.

“the basilica is for everyone, you’re not interrupting in the slightest, come and sit” he motioned to the pew beside his, eyes widening when you instead plopped yourself down right beside him in his pew.

the two of you sat there for a moment, the silence returning as he eventually went back to looking at the ceiling and you staring at the artwork in front of you before your eyes wandered back to him. he was handsome, even more so in the low light that filled the basilica at night, warm and welcoming, casting a glow on his skin. or perhaps he always looked like this, as if glowing from within with a sort of mischief and boyishness, whatever it was it drew you closer.

his eyes had closed but you could tell he wasn’t asleep, his breathing too measured for that. you kept looking, eyes tracing over the slope of his nose to his well kept facial hair, over his lips and down to the cross he wore. reminding you of the vows you had both taken.

a reminder that you shouldn’t be checking him out, you shouldn’t want him like this, the sight of him shouldn’t make your heart race and heat rise to your cheeks, and it most certainly shouldn’t make dampness grow between your thighs and your clit throb.

“are you done staring?” his voice pulled you from your thoughts, eyes opening to meet yours.

“sorry, i didn’t mean to” the words felt thick in your mouth, head bowed slightly to avoid his gaze.

“i think you did” he sounded amused, as if he knew the effect he had on you, that he probably had on a lot of women.

then suddenly there was a hand gently gripping your chin, raising your gaze to meet his as your breath got stuck in your throat, one hand clutching your rosary as you looked at him. there was something in his eyes, a look usually seen on the faces of those in love, a tenderness that shouldn’t be there in the way he held your face, a spark like you were alive for the first time when he kissed you.

his lips pressed to yours, tongue slowly pushing into your mouth as if he were coaxing out a scared animal before sliding over yours, the sound that left you sinful in such a holy place. it only served to encourage him. pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss, his tongue feeling as if it was in your throat before he slowly licked up over the roof of your mouth and then slid his tongue back over yours. shifting you to straddle him as he broke the kiss and his lips made their way along your jaw and down your neck, a shiver passing through you when he kissed just under your ear and your hips moving on their own, grinding down against him.

it felt filthy and wrong what you both were doing, right there in the basilica.

his hands wander underneath your tunic and pushing it up as far as it would go, fingers digging into the plush flesh of your thighs before moving up until his knuckles brushed against your clothed pussy, causing you to jolt in his grasp but not pushing him away. your thighs spreading further, enticing him as you hooked a finger into your underwear and pulled it to the side, your pussy already sticky and dripping. a low groan leaving him at the sight before he gently dipped two of his fingers into you, pulling them out and into his mouth as if he was tasting the blood of christ.

his mouth made its way back to yours as he pushed his cassock up and undid his pants. you stared down at his cock, saliva pooling in your mouth at the thought of having him down your throat. he was an average length but he was thick, there was a weight to him as you held him and stared down, spitting onto his cock and slowly moving your hand as you relished in his moans. his fingers no doubt leaving bruises from the intensity of his grip as he watched you jerk him off.

“enough” his voice came out in a hoarse whisper.

his hand gently pushing yours away to take your place, gripping his cock as he rubbed it through your slick folds before tapping it on your clit and making you gasp. your breath hitched as he pushed into you, slow and almost agonising in how wonderful it felt, your gaze already unfocused and your pussy weeping around him until you were fully seated on his cock, the stretch of him delicious and otherworldly.

you gripped the back of the pew as you slowly started to ride him, eyes half lidded as you stared at him, watching his every reaction as your pussy swallowed him greedily. it didn’t take long for him to grip the fat of your hips and start thrusting up into you. low moans leaving both your mouths and the sounds of your pussy taking him filling the basilica, the wet clicks echoing off the walls.

it felt amazing, like it was too good to be real, each thrust making your breath catch and gasp, fingers clutching whatever they could as your body shivered in pleasure as an eclectic current ran through you. you felt like you were on the edge of everything and yet nothing, floating away from it all but tethered to the ground, unable to speak as he consumed you.

his touch was warm and comforting, like you were being held by god himself, but also the pleasure he gave you felt sinful, depraved and wrong, you shouldn’t be doing this, not with the vows you had both taken, certainly not in the basilica and not with this man. this holy man who looked like he was closer to god than he had ever been while buried deep within you. his skin glistening with sweat, fingers clinging to you and his breaths coming in shallow gasps. his eyes almost fully closed but watching you in reverence like you were the holy mother herself and he was god planting his seed in you to make mankind’s saviour.

it was all too much, the pleasure and weight of it crashing down on you as you came, gushing around his cock and wetting his clothing a little, marking him with what you both had done. he followed soon after, rutting into you like he needed you to live. perhaps he did. his cum flooding you, hot and sticky, and slowly dripping from you as he pulled out and gathered it on his fingers.

“come, take communion” he whispered as he pushed his fingers into your mouth, the taste of him coating your tongue and filling your senses, both of you stained forever by this sin.

[melodic-haze]

how do you feel about sub arlecchino in boss form?

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!boss form!Arlecchino x dom!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Implied that reader has a cock/strap though it can be taken as fingering or oral, whatever's your preference 🤷‍♀️, does this count as monsterfucking, magic bondage??

☆ — NOTES: Arlecchino might be the only spider I will never be afraid of please take her away from me

HOW DO I FEEL??? YOU SHOULD BE ASKIGN HER❗️❗️❗️❗️ Joking I'm unfit as hell so realistically I would probably die but ohhhh I am SO sure I'm gonna at least try

Idk if you guys understand (you probably do if you've seen my other Arle posts) but the thought of absolutely bringing such a powerful being to my knees SOOOO easily even though she could like kill me or reverse our positions in less than a second is so????? Top it off w the fact that she does it willingly ohhhhhhmygod hold me back or else I'll go insane

But like it's funny when!! The Traveller couldn't do ANYTHING to her and yet the moment you say jump she basically flies

Being allowed to be the closest to Arlecchino's very heart and soul meant knowing every single facet of her being and cherishing her: from her harsh duties as a Fatui Harbinger to her past and the two girls that died with it, only for just one of them—her—to come out of it reborn and alive.

Or at least, almost every single facet of her being.

"I am unsure about this, my love."

"Why's that?"

"You do realise that you are asking me to.. not hold my power back, yes?"

You nodded, "That's what I said."

You had known of her alternate form for a while now. Her unleashing even just a fraction of her true potential, manifesting into the form of a tall sillhouette akin to a spider bathed in crimson and the dangerously oppressive air of nothing but fear. She's used it to show those that oppose her just how unequal the scales are in their battles against her, she is as lethal as she is beautiful...

And you, on the other hand, are curious.

So you brought it up in the midst of your little.. téte-a-téte. A suggestion, of course, nothing demanding because you wouldn't want to pressure your dearly beloved into doing what she didn't want to do—such power did come with a great curse.

Arlecchino was vehemently against it at first, of course. And for good measure too; you KNEW it wouldn't just be a slight increase of strength. But the case you made.. admittedly had a curious appeal. And the power you had over her, the control she had submitted to you? She was willing to do whatever you asked (usually within reason). So she suggested to shelf the experimental matter for now and let her think on it, which you do.

And now, after a few days of consideration on her part, your current situation is the result of such a suggestion.

Your lover looks at you with furrowed eyebrows and narrowed eyes, not due to disappointment at your lack of concern for yourself (though actually there may be a little bit of that too) or cold anger at your insistent provocation to get your desired result (she could never be mad at her dearest). Rather, it is due to her flabberghasted state of confusion, "I have said this before but I could hurt you despite it being unnecessary. Why do you risk your life to sate such curiosities?"

"Because I trust you, Peruere."

She stills—you had dropped her title and opted to use her true name instead, a privilege only reserved for a very select few, with one of them dead. When she doesn't speak in turn, you walk up to her and hold both of her hands, dark and cursed yet so very beautiful to your eyes, just like her.

"Just like you trust yourself to me, I trust myself to you." You lifted one of her hands to tenderly kiss her knuckles, "I want to see every single side of you, including the ones you try to keep from me. I didn't run away when you revealed your status as a Harbinger, did I?"

"No."

"Exactly. Plus," you gave her a lighthearted grin, "I haven't necessarily scolded that side of you for hurting your children, have I?"

Her expression relaxes at your remark, though she does look confused—akin to a lost puppy when she tilts her head the slightest bit, "You have done so already, have you not? And it was but a light scuffle, I have taught them well enough that they aren't as injured as they would have been otherwise.. even if their attacks were pitiful."

"Arlecchino!" You chuckled out her title despite the loud bemusement of your voice, "Come on."

Her face never really shows all that much emotion, but you do see the slightly humorous glimmer in her crossed-out eyes, "I speak of the truth. They should have given a better performance."

You rolled your eyes, "That aside," and you give her a soft, reassuring look, "do you feel a little better now?"

She takes another pause.. and then nods. "Yes," she agrees, "I do. But I urge you to tell me if something feels wrong, alright?"

"Of course." You lean in to press another kiss, on her lips this time, before drawing back as fast as you came, "I wouldn't want to worry you further."

And so now you are faced to faced with this monstrous being. But that's what you've been wanting the entire time, isn't it? Lol sorry I'll get out of the weird monologue speak IT ABSOLUTELY IS THE MOMENT YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FORRR

You start off slow, obviously—caressing every inch of her. This is new, and you wouldn't want to worry your lover, do you? It's best not to rush into it even though ik you guys just wanna get into it idk 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Your hands graze her skin, your fingers trace new lines and markings.....and if you're a fashion nerd you probably inspect her clothing's transformation too, though you don't really have to be a fashion geek in order to take it off

THOUGH.......actually? Tell her to strip for you, to give you a show. Tell her you want to see her full body bare. I meant what I said when I told you she would willingly follow your every command, as if she were more devoted to you than the Tsaritsa herself, and that includes this

Just lean back and watch her as she slowly strips herself down, every inch of her body visible for you to see. You see her eyes glow crimson too, a physical manifestation of her pyro domain responding to her desire for you

Methinks that in this form specifically, she while she's a lot more strong and a lot more durable, she's also a lot more sensitive bc she'd be much more connected and hyper-aware of everything that's happening. This is my own take on how it feels to be in the form she's in btw idk how it'd work but anyway this means!! A lot of good things for you :3

If you try to put her fingers in your mouth you'll notice that she's warm. And I mean like REALLY fucking warm—her body doesn't stay at that temperature too. As you lick and suck on her digits, you'll notice that her skin, her fingers, get warmer and warmer the longer she watches you and feels you

Not just her fingers too 🥰🥰 if your touch goes down and you feel her cunt, it's HOT to the touch, though not scorching that'd be wild as hell. The shock would probably take you off guard though, and she'll probably be worried at first but like reassure her that you haven't been hurt or anything and that you're perfectly okay!!

Acc reassure her a LOT. Sure, yeah, she's the one that holds the power and she DOES have impeccable control over it, but she doesn't want to risk like yk. Accidentally killing you somehow and essentially throwing away someone so undoubtedly special to her just bc you wanted to monsterfuck out of curiosity 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ like that's such a way to go

Weak domtop reassuring op subbot during sex is like a silly trope I love it can you lot tell I think you can tell

Anyway it's not like she'll leave you to do all the work either; she can't leave you all unsatisfied like that, she wants you happy too :( so her free hand goes all the way down and she returns the favour. She does it amazingly too, like she's very careful with it but the heat on her hands basically does most of the heavy lifting as well anyway, and by now she probably knows of all the different ways to get you moaning out with her 🫶

Going down on her, fucking her is all well and good......but YOU KNOW WHAT YOU CAN DO TO MAKE IT BETTER???? Yk the. When the Traveller couldn't move bc of her pyro web things. That. Except on her. Do you guys like see my vision I hope you do

Having her restrict herself as you go in and out of her in any way you like ougjfhgh.......I think it's the fact that she could just easily dispel it and even reverse it on you bc IT'S HER FUCKING ABILITY and yet she doesn't bc she wants to be all good for you. So she struggles in HER OWN WEB as you're essentially free to do whatever you want with her

Her like. Those extra appendages she has in her boss form too. Some of them are twitching and flailing about as you fuck her silly, others are simultaneously trying to hold you closer to her body, returning the favour even further by touching you everywhere she can AND trying not to hurt you by squeezing you too hard or accidentally burning you or anything

Just the whole struggle to not hurt you but her senses are getting muddled with pleasure I keep going back to this but it's just SOOOO ugh. Yo ugysdont understanddd I'm like probably malnourished so to dom someone who can snap me in half is mmmmmmmmMAN 🤤🤤🤤eys please

God she definitely has more stamina and libido than she already did before too??? Bc of like the heat and the strength increase. So holy fuck you're going to be going at it for AGESSSS.......Not like constantly though, she WILL make you take breaks and that will acc be the ONLY time she uses her web ability thing on you bc she is still concerned for your wellbeing no matter what 🥰🥰🥰

When you're acc all done though, which is. Not for a LONG time, you both kinda sit there, spent (more you than her probably) and her detransformed. Prepare yourself for GODLY aftercare by Father herself 🙏🙏 she like treats you to even more pampering than usual, not letting you lift a FINGER to do anything and her treating you personally if you got any burns at the end of your session

"I care not if you like my fire's sting, my dearest," she gently yet firmly tugged on your arm, "I will not stand for it if such an injury that I accidentally inflicted gets worse."

"Aww..." You sighed goodnaturedly, "I guess at least it makes for a good scar."

"Y/N."

"Whaaaat? I'm right!"

She shook her head, though the corners of her eyes crinkled, "Come here and let me treat you."

As risky as that was on you, not only has your curiosity has been more than sated, but Arlecchino finds herself.. wanting to repeat the experience. Shedding that extra layer of herself in such a moment felt.. much more intimate than usual. It was addicting

That won't be for a good while though—she'd agree to doing it once every few months :3

[livingfiction]

AARON, TT, PARASOCIAL, AND SO ON IMMA SAY THIS AND LEAVE IT ALONE...

This is a lot so bear with me, but also ppl over here don't mind reading

So I've been gone for a few days and I come back to see there are some arguments, negativity, and a lot of venom in general being spewed about Aaron and TT's alleged relationship or whatever. Now, let me start this off by saying everyone is entitled to their opinions. We all have them about celebrities that we love and follow. There are times that we disapprove of their choices, especially their choice of partners. And that's fine. But lets all remember we don't know these people (hello Jonathan Majors) and we don't know Aaron personally. We can watch a million interviews and dissect every little movement and motion this man does and we can "learn" him as much as we want, but WE DO NOT KNOW THIS MAN. And I'm sorry to say this, but honestly I would have rather he popped out with a white woman cause the commotion and frenzy he and TT have caused is beyond ridiculous. I even made a post about this when she posted those pictures and EVERYBODY came out the woodwork on the internet (except here of course) to talk about how all of it was a marketing ploy to "rehabilitate" his image with black women because obviously he doesn't like black women (mind you this is based off that one picture of him and that one white woman). And now we're on here and apparently TT is too aggressive for him and he likes women that are softer and more feminine??? (and idk where that assessment came from)

[ Side note: I do find it funny that ppl are saying that about TT as black women are often thought by default to be more aggressive, angry, and masculine in comparison to non black women and ESPECIALLY in comparison to white women. And ppl have been saying he prefers white women AND "soft" feminine women-which white women are thought to be more of in comparison to black women so🤷‍♀️...very interesting to say the least]

Also apparently TT is to ghetto and hood yet there have been plenty of jokes made about Aaron being from the "hood" in London, now granted their hoods are most definitely different, but hood dudes do tend to love hood girls so once again 🤷‍♀️😂 Now idk TT's personality cause I don't keep up with her and have not tried to dissect her personality. I think her and Iman had a show at one point and I may have seen a clip or two but I can't really tell you too much about her besides the basics and that she look good as fuck. She may be ghetto, aggressive or whatever else but shit ain't nobody holding a gun to Aaron head and forcing him to interact with her, Idk what they have going on because honestly I felt like ppl jumped the gun with pics but whatever it is whether it be BF&GF/ Friends/ Fuck buddies, acquaintances, PR couple(still don't believe that but whatever) Aaron is a 30 year old grown ass man and he's capable of making his own decisions. Some people are coming across like jealous ex girlfriends and as much as we joke about this man being our husband and boyfriend we DON'T KNOW THIS NIGGA, have never been within 100 ft of him.

And tbh I shouldn't be surprised this is happening, cause when male celebrities have large female fan bases it tends too. I mean look at the One Direction boys (even now), Justin Bieber, shit even Prince Harry! I remember people on here saying that the only reason he was with Meghan when they started dating, was because he had mother issues so he chose a woman that was nothing like his mother and he was just having fun and trying something different to distract from the pain and it wouldn't last--fast fwrd to 8 yrs of marriage and two kids later (yes they was coming up with some crazy shit) No woman will ever really measure up or be good enough to the fan that knows their fave celeb apparently better than they know themselves. Hell even Lori Harvey, the quintessential soft feminine, and high class black woman wasn't good enough because apparently she's a clout chasing gold digger ( despite her coming from more money than anybody she's ever dated and her being a constant trending topic before she LITERALLY ever opened her mouth to utter a word). In case anyone is confused I saw comments claiming she said no, when someone suggested she date Aaron, because he wasn't rich or famous enough ( I made a post about that too I think) .

[Sidenote: I wasn't aware that people thought that Lori and MBJ were a PR couple too because of that whole rumor about MBJ not liking black women , WHICH AGAIN ppl seemed to have pulled that out of their asses. Till this day I have no idea where that came from. Idk if its a pattern but it seems like the only time an A-list black male celebrity dates a black woman is if it he's trying to pander to black women so he can keep collecting our money despite not liking us 🤷‍♀️]

At the end of the day Aaron is a grown man in control of his own life, including the dating and career parts. If shit starts to go side ways or off the rails professionally that's on HIM and his team. He's in control of his own destiny. We all are in my opinion. And I genuinely don't give a fuck who he's fucking or dating...for real or for fake. I'm not trying to defend TT or their relationship or whatever but I'm damn sure not going out of my way to tear her down or whatever they have. All in all this shit has gotten ridiculous.

I'm just enjoying the community we built, the love and admiration we have for him, and the bonds we've built with each other. Lets just fucking laugh and read awesome stories written by these amazing fucking writers and everybody fucking relax!!!!

Thank you. That is all loves ❤️❤️❤️❤️