#it sucks when so many of my friends raid and i'm just here like

[nyxavana]

man. just thinking about raiding burns me out so quickly

[stxrr-strxckk]

hi! can you do headcanons of what is it like to date quackity in 2018/2019? your writing is really good btw 🫶🏻

Aww, ty! Gonna be honest, I don't know too much about 2018/2019 Quackity (I didn't watch him as much as I did in 2021/2022) but I'll try anyways!

You're just one click away!

(Dating 2018/19 era quackity!)

Pairing: Quackity x gn!reader

Any warnings?: Nope!

Whats that on the record player?: Hello?; Clairo

✭First off: You probably met him online. Whether that was during one of his raids, in an online chatroom, discord's got talent, or just through common interests, one things for sure: he was smitten.

✭Always calling you, texting you, inviting you to hang out, whatever you want. Anything for his princesa <3

✭Probably tells chat about you.

"Gamers, I have to confess something." Alex states dramatically. "So, there's this person, right? And they're SO cool. Like, the coolest person I know. And I need to impress them so lets make this raid turn out good, okay?"

✭You have a feeling it's you and it's a bit silly seeing him be so whipped

✭When you guys get together he's so happy he's yapping about it to all of his friends and fans.

"Gamers, remember that person I told you about? Well I finally fucking pulled them, thank god! Yeah, hide your girl 'cause I've got game over here. The people love me!"

✭Invites you to judge Discord's got talent with him and spends the entire time flirting with you.

"Okay, so you're talent is singing, correct?" Quackity asks. The contestant replies and you smile. "I love guys who sing. It's so romantic!" Alex perks up at this. "Actually, you know, I'm a pretty good singer myself. Yeah, uh, I'll actually- I'll actually serenade you guys right here. Right now. And you can see who's the better singer." He grins when he hears you and the other judges laughing at his singing. "So, how was that?" he asks when he's done. "It's gonna be a no for me." you laugh, and the other judge agrees. "What? After all that? This is crazy. You guys can't judge anymore." He laughs, kicking the other judge from the call. "Aah, don't kick me! I'm too young to die!" you joke. "Okay, fine. You're too cute to kick anyways..."

✭Also features you in raids like all the time. Lets you pick out the games he raids.

✭You two make so many roblox videos with the craziest fucking clips ever. They're titled stuff like: Roblox with my s/o is the funniest thing ever and roblox sucks way less with my s/o (kinda corny but still really cute)

✭You two play crappy games together and make fun of them in videos

✭When he gets banned from twitter and discord and other sites he has you make a cameo in his video and ask for his account back.

"Okay, so I just read the card?" you ask Alex, who's behind the camera. He nods. "But this doesn't sound like me at all." You deadpan, and he laughs, almost dropping the camera. "Just read it anyways, for the clout!" "Fine." you roll your eyes. "You're lucky I love you." you clear your throat as Alex straightens the camera and focuses the lens. "Dear twitter: please please please give my super handsome boyfriend his account back. He is too hot and too cool to be banned, and it makes me very very sad. If he remains banned I'll cry forever- Alex, this doesn't sound like me at all." you laugh. "Hey, you're not getting paid to complain!" "I'm not getting paid at all!" "Shhh, they don't know that!"

✭Overall very cute and funny. 10/10 would ship again.

A/n: first set of hcs! Hope you enjoyed, make sure to like, follow, reblog, and submit any requests!

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[collegecuckcakev3]

Had some fun this weekend

Mom started it off Friday night by having her fuck buddy. It has been a few months. He has been hooking up with other women in the meantime. The two reconnected very loudly though, it didn't stop me from sleeping.

Saturday @miss-emelia-switch and I had a movie date. Nothing sexual but just giving her a mention.

Bestie and I swapped houses for the night. It has also been a while. So many sicknesses going around it always seemed if I wasn't sick someone else was. TBH I didn't fully commit to it and just did a quick prep after dinner. I had nothing planned since I haven't been in a sexual mood this week due to reasons some of you know. Nonetheless bestie's mom met me at the door and kissed my anklet to welcome me in her home. I ran to and hugged my BF and kissed him like lovers who haven't seen each other in a while. She took the bag I dropped beside her to our room. Yes, I call it our room while I'm there not their room. But, I had an idea. I wanted to fuck but in a warm cozy bed since it was getting cold last night. I grabbed his hand and led him upstairs. However, I didn't want to go to our room. I wanted him to fuck me in his daughter's bed. It's been way too long since he fucked me there. So, we started when bestie's mom came in. I snapped my fingers and pointed to the corner. She knew what it meant. I walked over to her hamper and took out a worn thong and threw it at her mother. I told her she can edge watching us but only if she has her daughter's thong in her mouth. She gave it a few sniffs first and some licks before it went into her mouth and her hand went to her needy cuckquean cunt. He fucked me good and slow. We took out time to reconnect. Every so often I would look over at bestie's mom naked in the corner sucking on her daughter's thong. I would flip her off. She would rub harder. I sucked him a bit. We fucked in a few different positions. While I was riding him I snapped my fingers and pointed to my pussy. She crawled over and began licking my clit. It felt like heaven as I exploded with my first of several orgasms last night. He followed and unloaded in my pussy. I climbed off him and laid on my best friend's bed with her father's cum leaking out of my pussy. She cleaned him and he left us. I made her look at my freshly fucked pussy watching her husband's cum leaking out on her daughter's sheets. I made her beg. I could see she wanted it but she had to beg. Finally I let her have my creampie. The two of us laid in her daughter's bed after and just recovered. I teased her a bit and rubbed her cunt. She played with my nipples. Taking turns licking, sucking them. Even lightly biting them a bit. The three of us eventually wound back up in the family room and having some drinks and chatting. Me in a robe, bestie's mom was allowed some clothes as well since it was so cold.

When it was time to go to bed for the night I snapped my fingers and pointed to bestie's room as she and I walked past. I told her, "Not with us tonight fucking cuck. I want some alone time with your husband. You can sleep in the sex spot on your daughter's bed. Feel free to raid her hamper for more underwear. or use the ones I wore over here." And with that she went to her room for the night and he and I went to our room for a night of nice warm cuddles, sex, romance, intimacy, more sex and dirty talking his wife and daughter while we played with each other. We woke up, had breakfast, a nice shower (it has become a ritual for her and I to shower and clean each other and have some girl fun), I had her change bestie's sheets and wow there are a few cum stains on her mattress and I believe her father an I are the cause for most of those! For not having anything planned we certainly had a good time and she was a very turned on cuckquean last night and this morning.

[yoke9494]

🧜🏻 Kyojuro Rengoku. Pt1 (slight Inoske)

Mermaid Rengoku.

Aged up characters/age gap. (Inoske is older)

⚠️This will contain ⚠️: Yandere characters, dark content, SMUT, Gore, and a bit of crack.

You were hesitant...

A large white yacht came into view as your best friend dragged you onto the docking area.

"Come on Y/n! It's for my brothers birthday! He's always been there for us! Plus you only turn 25 once!"

You shook your head. "I can't believe I let you both talk me into coming. You know I'm scared of this type of thing.. I can't swim Nezuko.."

Your best friend rolled her eyes. "The damn Yacht isn't going to sink! Why do you always think like that?"

You shrugged. "It's a fear.."

She scoffed, but it was soon replaced with a smirk. "Inoske will be there. He's been asking Tanjiro about you.. Y'know... Since you're legal now."

You felt your cheeks warm up. You wished you never told her about the crush you had on her older brothers friend.

Your poor teenage brain just short circuited the day you laid eyes on him. You had gone over to Nezuko's for a school break and didn't know her brother and his friends would be visiting from college.

You were a mess when you were introduced to him while he and Tanjiro were working out in the little home gym they had in the garage.

You were just a studdering clumsy mess! It was so embarrassing.. Some nights you stayed up thinking about it to this day...

Little did you know the beautiful beast of a man thought it was cute, you were cute. But you were way too young for him, you were only 16 and him 20 at the time.

With a low groan you picked up your footsteps to keep up with her. She was so giddy-- not only to see her brother but to also flirt with her own crush as well. Another one of her brothers friends.. Zenitzu.

With a gulp you stepped on the big boat. You've never been on one before and half expected it to rock back and forth. It didn't but your legs still felt shaky..

"Guys! There you are!"

The sunshine in his voice calmed you down a bit. Tanjiro almost jogged up to you guys with the biggest smile.

"You made it!" He looked at you. "I was so worried you'd be too scared. I'm happy you're here Y/n!"

You smiled at him, he was like the brother you never got to have. "It's your birthday Jiro. You've never missed one of mine. Of course I'd tit up and be here."

He smiled and placed an arm around both you and Nezuko before giving you both a kiss on the head. "Best adopted sister ever!. But now that you're both here! We can head off and get this party started."

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The boat was full of people you didn't know. But that was okay because you couldn't really focus on anyone right now-- not when.

"Sorry it took me a while. I found soda but it was warm. I put it in some crushed ice for you-- no alcohol I promise."

Inoske sat down on one of the many chairs next to you. Nezuko and Tanjiro had left you both alone to deal with Zenitzu. (He was getting sea sick)

You weren't really a drinker. In fact, Inoske had just given you your first sip of alcohol a few minutes ago. You hated it! But he was sweet enough to search the kitchen for something non-alcoholic. He even put your soda in a margarita glass with a little umbrella.

"It's okay. And thank you. You really didn't have to go through the trouble of finding me something to drink."

He just shrugged and took a chug of his beer. "It's fine. You deserve to have fun too.. Even with a soda."

It was awkward for about a second. He leaned closer to you. "How's college going for you?"

You hummed. "Good! I like all my classes so far.--"

He listened to you while you babbled on. He did care but not really at the same time. He just liked to hear you talk.

"I'm hungry. You want to raid the kitchen?"

That sadly shut you up. But he hasn't had anything to really eat today.

"--Yes!"

He grabbed your hand and weaved you through all the bodies. Everyone was either too busy dancing, drinking, or humping to even pay attention to the food.

All well, sucks to suck. More for you and Inoske.

"Sweet! They got baby cheese burgers."

You snorted. "I think they're called sliders?"

He rolled his eyes and popped one into his mouth before grabbing the whole tray. "Get more sodas, a bag of chips, and follow me!"

You ran around the kitchen, stuffing sodas in your pockets, bra, arms, and a bag of chips in your teeth. -- the private chef that was working just stared at you and Inoske.. At least someone was eating the food they guessed.. But some sober conversation would have been nice.

And that's exactly what Inoske had in mind. Conversation... But private. He wanted to be away from all the loud music and drunk people. He knew once Tanjiro got drunk he became more lovey. (Yeah. It's possible..)

But he just wanted to be in the quiet (ish).. With you .. In a private small room that Tanjiro had given him keys to. He had left the sliding door to the small balcony open just enough to hear the music.. And Zenitzu yelling.

His usually hyper temper had been turned down to the lowest setting just so he can get to know you more. Tanjiro and Nezuko could only tell him so much. And for once he could understand what you were saying. You weren't a studdering mess anymore.

But that was okay. He liked the new confidence. Especially when you laughed..

You snorted so loud your baby cheese burger almost flew out of your hand. "You did not?!"

Inoske nodded. "I did. I got so drunk and woke up the next day sleeping with a bunch of boar's in a mud field. They were cool though"

You were having so much fun listening to his stories. You completely ignored all the drunk "Is he in yet?" texts from Nezuko.

While he began another story of his drunken collage days. You reached for a slider-- only your hands bumped into one another.

It was the last one...

"I'll fight you for it."

You looked at Inoske with a raised brow. "You sure you wanna get beat up by a girl?"

All he did was smile. His pretty green eyes narrowing at your weaker figure. "Really? You have that much confidence in yourself?--"

You nodded.

"Well aren't you brave."

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You were brave! But you weren't strong..

The poor slider was long forgotten, it sat lonely and cold while you and Inoske began to do a little more than okay fighting.

At first this was a serious battle for the deliciousness that was a mini cheeseburger. You and Inoske were both crazy when it came to good--

But the second he pinned you under him, you both became lost in one another.

Somehow his shirt had been taken off. He was settled between your legs while holding your wrist down.

He did want to make you uncomfortable. This actually wasn't apart of his plan. He genuinely just wanted to hang out and talk.

But you smelled so good, and he could feel the heat of your body through your clothes. He looked at your plump lips--

He couldn't. He was about to pull himself off of you. But it was you who leaned up and kissed him. You who opened your legs a little more so you could feel how hard he was against you.

"Can I take these off?"

He was talking about the tights you had on under the skimpy blue dress Nezuko got for you. This wasn't how you usually dressed, she was going to have you practically butt naked! But thankfully/ regrettably you talked her into letting you wear black tights.

You nodded-- "That's fine."

Slowly the tight fabric rolled off of you and you found yourself a little disappointed?

No he wasn't doing anything wrong. He left a trail of sloppy kisses from your lower stomach down to your ankles. But you've heard stories-- He was mean in bed, more wild. You half expected him to rip your clothes to shreds like he did others. You didn't know why you wanted to experience that--

Again he was holding himself back. Keeping his normal self at bay.. He didn't want to scare you off. No matter how bad he already wanted to rip you in two. This while slow thing wasn't him..

He assumed it was more your speed. Hell he didn't even know if you were still a virgin or anything. Yeah you were nearly 19 but that didn't mean you had sex yet. People wait and that's okay.. But then again you were beautiful, a little on the obedient side.. Some guy had to at least try right?

"Is something wrong?"

He hadn't noticed he stopped halfway and just stared at you. Stupid him, he was blowing it. "Sorry.. Uh. This is okay right? Are you like a virgin or something?"

You furrowed your brows. "No? I've been fucked before."

Now, why did you have to say it like that? So dirty-- Where did that girl who stayed up late with Nezuko trying to bleach their hair with lemon juice go? That girl who giggled when some half naked dude popped up on TV?

Not that he was going to complain. That meant he didn't have to be so nice.

And he wasn't...

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Your eyes eyes rolled to the back of your skull. Nails dug into the sheets as you tried your hardest to keep yourself up.

Your back was in a mean arch as he fucked you from behind. A ring of white already foaming around his cock from your coming undone. But that didn't mean he was going to stop his brutal pace. He gave you your high and he was going to chase his.

He didn't care that you were shaking and already crying from overstimulation.

"INOSKE!!"

That wasn't you screaming for him-- His movements came to a halt as you caught your breath.

Inoske's voice was rougher. "Did you hear that?"

You didn't---

Loud bangs pounded against the door. "INOSKE!-- Y/N!! COME OUT HERE!!"

This time the voice was different.. It was Nezuko! She sounded like she was drunk?

Inoske clicked his tongue as he slowly pulled out of you. Your poor body falling to the mattress.

"Fucking Kamado's can't hold their liquor for shit.."

He was pissed. But he wouldn't dare take it out on you-- unless it was with his dick.. He helped you get cleaned up and dressed. You both flinched when the lights in the bathroom began to flicker.

You looked around while they flickered once again. "Thats freaky.."

Inoske raised a brow. "You scared of the dark?"

You shook your head. "More like this Yacht sinking. The Titanic's lights flickered like crazy as it sunk"

He snorted. "I doubt there are any icebergs around here  baby."

Oh that was a new name..

But before you could mention it he stood up after helping you put on your shoes. "Alright. Let's go see what they want. Maybe we'll finish later. I didn't get to cum."

You nodded and followed after him back into the loud music and drunk bodies..

"Y/n!! Did you fuck?!"

You were jumped by a very intoxicated Nezuko.

"Don't talk like that!-- did you guys fuck?"

Tanjiro was next as he threw himself into Inoske. God he was so different drunk..

Zenitzu ran into the room with what looked like a puke bag. His eyes landed on you and his friend. You hair a mess and fresh scratches down Inoske's arm. The beast didn't even have a shirt on, just his shorts and shoes.. and he looked pissed!

Oh fuck..

Zenitzu cleared his throat. "Crap. I'm sorry for interrupting you guys.. I tried to handle them on my own but they both got away from me."

Inoske was about to tell him off but Nezuko interrupted him. "Y/n I don't feeeel so gud."

You sighed. "Okay let's go to the deck. Feed the fishes, get some air and all that.."

She nodded.. and you left the boys alone to deal with Tanjiro.

Your poor girl threw up everything in her stomach off the side of the boat. You even swore you saw the pop tart she ate this morning fly into the water.

You held her pretty hair back as she continued. Slowly she was sobering up and the fear of never stopping was kicking in.

"You'll be fine Nezuko. You just need to get it all out, let your body do what it needs."

She shook her head. "I'm dying-- help me! Distract me please-- I'm-- *barf* dying!"

You huffed, what would keep this girl occupied. You didn't have any juicy gossip right now-- wait..

"It hurt Nezuko, but I hurt so good. I'm throbbing right now."

She stopped heaving and looked at you with wide eyes. A squeal left her mouth. "I knew he was big! I mean come on! The guy is all rage and muscle.-- Tell me more!"

You tried, but it all got you flustered and giggly. You both were like hormonal school girls again. Crushing on guys you had no business crushing on..

But halfway through you showing Nezuko the bite mark Inoske left on your back--- A cold shiver ran up your spine. The air was warm and your skin was dry, where did it come from.

For some reason your eyes traveled to the water. A sick feeling began to claw at your stomach as you watched the waves roll from the Yachts movements-- You sucked in a breath when you swore you saw something!

"Helloo? Y/n? What's wrong?"

Nezuko waved her hand in front of your eyes. You shook your head. "I thought I saw something in the water."

Nezuko furrowed her brows and looked out into the water. She didn't notice how creepy it all looked-- just completed darkness..

"Hmm. Maybe it was a fish? Dolphin? We are in the middle of know where right now. At least for a few hour's.."

You both stood closer to one another. Both feeling a little uncomfortable-- like you were being watched..

You grabbed her hand. "Should we head back now? It's kinda spooky back here.."

She nodded. "Yeah. I'm a bit sober now so I think maybe we should go eat something and sit with the guys.."

That was the best idea she's ever had! The kitchen was a bit full now-- The private chef really put his back into everything. You thanked him for earlier and told him his food was the best you've ever had. That seemed to make the old guy happy.. So much that he gave you fresh out the fryer Tempura.

You remembered Inoske saying it was one of his favorites so you didn't hesitate to take it..

Tanjiro tried to wiggle his eyebrows when you and Nezuko found them. Poor thing was drunk out of his mind-- Zenitzu held his head down in shame as Inoske just laughed. Tanjiro was usually the uptight one, the mother hen of the group. It was good when he let himself go once in a while.

Inoske ignored the kissy noises coming from him as he help you hit on his lap. Who were you to complain about his sudden clinginess when he was just rearranging your guts a few minutes ago.

Zenitzu was about to do the same. He and Nezuko shared a also kiss earlier-- before she started puking.. That wasn't because of him right? But Tanjiro beat him to it-- He sat on the floor and patted his empty seat.

"Sis down Nezuko."

She gave him a smile and did so. Even though she was hoping for Zenitzu to pull the same move Inoske did..

The conversation flowed-- you and Inoske are and chimes in here and there. Zenitzu was in the middle of telling his story about --

You were nearly jerked out of Inoske's lap. The Yacht came to a violent halt-- Inoske held onto you tight as the Yacht jerked forward again, the light flickered and the music skipped and became distorted before --

*Zaaap!*

Complet darkness too over the big boat-- gasp a a few dramatic screams filled the pitch black darkness that now surrounded everyone..

Tanjiro lifted up his phone and turned on his flashlight. Zenitzu and a few others did the same.

(Inoske) "What's the fuck? Did you forget to pay the light bill?"

You knew he was trying to calm you down-- but it wasn't helping much.

Tanjiro clicked his tongue. "Shit-- we don't really have a crew to look at what's going on. Since it was last minute all we have is a chef and captain.."

Nezuko jumped up and grabbed into Zenitzu."Didn't you go to school for electrical work? Can you see what's wrong.."

Oh shit... Duh! It was probably the Yachts breaker? He saw an outlet in the hall that looked like it was getting gang banged earlier. He knew it was going to cause trouble..

"Y-yeah! I can look." He turned to her brother. "Tanjiro, Inoske,.. come with me. You know I hate the dark."

You both sighed.

(Inoske) "I'll lead the way--"

Another jerk sent you forward this time. Both you and Tanjiro lost your balance --

A piercing scream came from the dance floor..

(Zenitzu) "What the--"

A loud whistle and buzzing noise flew over you before you head a sticky *Thud* and we gargling close by..

Nezuko made the mistake and turned on her phones light. Right next to her was a body jerking with blood literally spraying out of its mouth.

Tanjiro shot up to grab his sister to hide her face in his chest-- you all were in shock!

You knew this girl! She was an older sister to a boy you sat with in one of your morning classes! He talked about her so much! She was going to open her own bakery...

"We need to help her!"

"What the fuck is this thing?!"

You looked to where Zenitzu was trying to stop her bleeding. A black and white spear? -- what in the-- It was pierced into her stomach, keeping her body pinned to the wooden floor.

The lights let out a loud hum before they suddenly popped back on. A few flicked on so bright that some popped and glass began to fly-

Screams made your ears sting as different colored spears flew onto the Yacht and into the crowd of people.

The girls body suddenly jerked before it was ripped in half right in front of your eyes. The speak in her stomach took her upper half into the water while her legs and guts shook.

"Y/n!"

You were pushed by Inoske just to see a Pink and green spear stab into his shoulder!

"Inos!!!--"

Nezuko's own bloodied body was pushed onto yours on the floor. Tanjiro was covered in blood from head to toe since he and her were closest to the body--

"Get inside! Now!"

You were both shaking, crying,-- But you both pulled one another up and tried to hurry inside--

Almost there! Just a few steps! The air smelled metallic and sour! Screams were slightly dying down but only because bodies were being yanked into the water. Full or in pieces..

Nezuko yanked open the door to the kitchens but--

White Hot pain shot up from your foot to your leg and glued you to your spot. Nezuko turned when your still body jerked her back---

He eye full tears as she dropped to her knees. "Nononono-- Y/n help me!"

The burn of her trying to yank the thing out of your foot brought you back to reality.

Tears flooded your vision and every curse in the book left your mouth. Both you hands couldn't get a grip on the damn thing! It was covered in red and orange coral and gems.. They cut into your palms causing you both to slip--

Another spear almost got Nezuko's head. But she had moved fast enough for it to only cut through her hair--

White and green-- You scream for her- "Run! Just run! We cant--"

She shook her head and still tried to get your free-- "N-nit leave you!"

But a crack had you crying out for your mother. Like a child that fell and broke their foot..

Your body was yanked away from Nezuko as the spear was yanked out of the flooring. The entire left side of your body burned like you were one fire before the shock of the cold water swallowed your body.

In a panic you began to kick at the water, even though it felt like death to do so. Your hands clawed at the water as the distorted image of Nezuko and the Yacht slowly passed by--

You screamed into the water-- And due to your bodies naturally nature it began to try and search for air.

Your lungs burned as they  constricted. Cold water rushed down your throat--

Your body felt heavy-- vision going dark the more you tried to breathe...

You felt something grab your leg. You didn't want to look-- you couldn't! You still tried to claw at the water as if you could climb it and get back into the Yacht..

Hands grabbed your waist. At least you hoped it was! Someone jumped in to save you. Strong arms wrapped around you...

You thanked the heavens for Inoske-- On its own your body relaxed, eyelids too heavy to keep open but you needed to see him---

Only it wasn't a head of blue and black hair. The last colors you saw were yellow and red...

..........

[zahri-melitor]

New(ish) Comics (this is the best week of the month, no lie)

Batman – Santa Claus: Silent Knight #1: this is fun. I like the way Bruce and Damian are written together. I am annoyed Babs is out as Batgirl. I'm amused that Tim is very specifically excluded from the story that involves real Santa given he'd not be wondering 'ooh oooh is Santa real' like Dick is here.

Someone had better give Darkseid some coal, is all I can say.

Batman #139: …so we really are running Batman and Batman & Robin with contradictory plots right now. Cmon. There was even a way to finagle this so that Damian could be living with Bruce and have Zdarsky’s plot still work! Grump.

“I’m coming for you, Joker. I’m coming for all three of you. For the last time.” (actually there’s a printing error in this line and the letterer has ‘For the the last time’) I disbelieve this Zdarsky, sorry, though if you could figure out a way to get Joker out of the Bat books for a few years I think everyone would enjoy that.

Now that aside, I do want to note that apparently my decision to (re)read all of Henri Ducard’s appearances seems to have been prescient, given Zdarsky has just referred to ‘manhunting’, ‘training when I was young’ and ‘Paris’ all together. That’s Ducard. That trio is 100% Ducard. Sounds like I need to finish Henri Ducard’s post-2016 appearances, which I was delaying. So Batman: The Detective and Batman: The Knight are jumping up my reading list. (And a quick look at ‘Lucie Chesson’ says she’s from Batman: The Knight, so yep, gotta read)

Joker + dolls always makes me think of NML Endgame, personally.

Birds of Prey #3: Damn this continues to just be a solid read. Thompson keeps hitting yet another 'look I can be trusted' target every issue.

I could do with at least 30% less Harley commentary in this book, but I do acknowledge that at least half the team are unlikely to talk much in a combat situation. Future!Maps is cute and as I slowly approach Maps content I’m excited to meet her more. Also… SIN MY SWEETHEART. I have been waiting for this hug for SIXTEEN YEARS. (Literally. I was in DC fandom in 2007 when they were torn apart). Also loooooooooool Ollie got curbstomped by Diana, sucks to be you Ollie.

Blue Beetle #3: Oh I couldn’t help myself (in terms of how many panels I already posted), but Blue Beetle is doing such interesting things right now. Victoria’s finally being acknowledged on page as being super sus and villainous (rather than just slinking around being sus and concerning me deeply). I’m getting more and more worried about the identity of the Red Beetle. We got Traci back! Which from what I hear means that Trujillo is glossing over some of Traci’s recent characterisation, but we’ll see how this tracks (and in any case, re-establishing Jaime’s connections to the magic/dark side of DC via Traci is helpful if we’re about to do a Dan Garrett story).

Free my girl Dani Garrett if we’re doing a Dan Garrett storyline, she’s an autistic mildly amoral archaeologist and I desperately, DESPERATELY want to see her arguing with Victoria Kord over who ‘owns’ the scarab while Jaime’s standing in the middle going ‘excuse me nobody owns Khaji Da, it’s its own being! And my friend!’

Fire & Ice: Welcome to Smallville #3: hello Jimmy Olsen! Hello Turtle Jimmy lore! (I love how silly this book is. I do enjoy JLI stuff that doesn’t take itself seriously) I’m getting attached to a few of the new villains, particularly Linka Grodd.

Shazam! #5: MARY SIGHTING. Darla remains tiny and adorable and I love her too. This comic remains committed to ridiculous fun villains (and Waid and Mora have apparently been off raiding the ‘underused weird Silver Age villains’ list). Mr Dinosaur is an amazing addition to the canon. (And yes. Billy rebuilt the moon. Oh Shazam!) Also I see we are still back firmly in the ‘jealous Freddie’ plot that’s been hanging around for a while.

Warlord #25: this week we check back in with Tara, Mariah and Machiste. Grell’s done some fabulous art for the splash page that I really really like.

Travis is fighting *checks notes* snow giants as he's still too ashamed to come hang out with his friends and partner after the whole 'I killed Joshua' incident a few issues back. He's also cutting all sort of things with his Damascus Steel sword which I have to remind everyone and note is highly suspicious damascus steel, because it's made from a RIFLE and there is no way the type of steel used was able to be worked as damascene, given it likely was alloyed wrong.

I love Ashir here (the guy actually wearing clothes) as firstly, look! A rare appearance of someone with most of their skin covered! Secondly, Travis' burn of "I didn't know you had character".

Anyway, Travis is moping a bit here about being a lone warrior. You could go and hang out with your friends any time you want, Travis. You're the one who left, not them.

[poedameronwifey]

A true home(The hobbit Fanfic)

Chapter 19

Heyyyyyyy everyone it has been so long. I have been super busy with university and exams. I haven't really had a chance to update but now I can. Please forgive me for the late update. Being an adult sucks. Dont let anyone tell you any different. Anyway here you go. I hope you're excited. Onwards. my readers.

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Lilith's Pov

Finally I can drag this motherfucker. Everyone was looking at us. Renee and Kate were just waiting for the show to start. Saurman looked a bit scared which made me even more happy. Time to expose this bitch.

"Now Im sure everyone is wondering what the fuck is going on. I'll tell you. This bitch here is a fucking traitor."

"That is absurd. Child, you are completely delusional."

"Yea...I think the fuck not. You see were from a whole different world where this, the quest, the necromancer, is a book. A famous one that my sisters and I read when we were younger. We know what you do. You betray everyone. You help Sauron. You are responsible for so many people's lives as well as betray everything you were meant to stand for. You allow orcs to raid villages and create chaos for power. Trust me when I say, I'm not being delusional about something as serious as this. My sisters and I can't allow you to do that. You may be the head of the white council but that doesn't mean you can't be replaced. You're not worthy of your position and my sisters agree with me."

"You are unwell, child. I would never help Sauron."

"Are you calling me a liar?"

"Yes I am."

"What about you guys? Do you think I'm lying?"

I looked at the others. Renee looked ready to punch this bitch and I sure as hell ain't going to stop her. Gandalf seemed lost in thought. I couldn't tell what grandma thought but I think she knows I'm telling the truth. Grandpa didn't want to believe me, I could tell by his facial expression. He knew I was right but to go against your oldest friend and trust the word of your grandchild that you only found out about not too long ago, he didn't know what to believe anymore.

"Hell no sis. This bitch needs to realise he aint all high and mighty. Please Grandpa, Lily wouldn't lie about this. Look through our memories if you want. We know we're telling the truth."

Renee was pleading with Gandalf. After what seemed like hours, Lady G walked to Saurman and everyone held their breaths.

"You dare to call my great grandchildren liars? They have never lied about anything since they came here. I will give you one chance to come forward. Are you working with Sauron? I suggest you answer honestly."

Everyone's eyes were on him and watched as he shrunk under Lady G's glare. My sisters and I walked up to them and glared as well, hoping it would be intimidating enough to scare him. He better fess up or I swear I'm going to beat the shit out of him.

Third Pov

Saurman knew that he couldn't talk his way out of this. Those annoying girls had outed him. He needed to get rid of them. It's going to be a lot harder because of just how powerful they were, especially Renee, even if she didn't know it.

He immediately put his staff in front of him and started muttering something, closing his eyes. All of a sudden, everything around them started to darken and wind started surrendering Saurman. Gandalf stood in front of the girls while Lord Elrond stood with his back towards Saurman, shielding Lady G. Gandalf tried to stop Saruman's muttering but he was too late. The wind suddenly stopped and the sky became light once more. Everyone looked up and turned to where Saurman was but found no sign of him. He used that trick as a distraction so he could escape. Renee rushed to the edge of the balcony in hopes of finding him but there was no trace. She turned to the others, noticing how Lord Elrond was extremely quiet and in shock because of what he had just learned.

"Grandpa, are you okay?" Lilith was in front of him, holding his hands. Kate stood by Lady G who gave her a hug, while she kept apologising. Lord Elrond looked at her and softly smiled. "My child, this is not your fault. I am just very shocked. One of my oldest friends turns out to have betrayed us. I'm just glad that it was brought to our attention before it was too late. You remind me so much of your mother. I'm so proud of you, all of you."

The girls smiled with teary eyes and Lilith hugged him with so much love. Renee walked up to Kate and pulled her into a side hug. Eventually the girls stood behind Lilith, who turned to Lady G.

"We can't delay, we have to go. The company needs us. Girls, let's get ready."

The girls nodded and walked to their room to get their stuff. They immediately got their bags packed and were getting their weapons together. They heard a knock on the door and looked up to see Lord Elrond coming in with some sort of clothing. He put them on their bed as the girls walked up to him.

'What's all this?"

"I noticed that your outfits aren't going to help you much if you run into orcs. I thought these could be of better use. Plus it will help to connect your magic more. Lilith, this belonged to your mother, take it my dear. Kate, this belonged to a very powerful water user thousands of years ago. Here you go my child. And Renee, this belonged to your ancestors. When you transform back into a human, these will remain so you don't need to worry about ripping your clothes every time you transform. Here you go, young one."

Kate's POV

Lord Elrond handed me a beautiful blue V-neck with leather shoulder pads. It was short in the front and long in the back. The pants were brown with blue stripes running vertically along it. There were lots of straps that were useful for me to easily access my weapons. There were brown thigh boots with space for a small dagger on each leg. There were these beautiful brown fingerless gloves. They were stiff and study but comfortable so it wouldn't cause any issues when I fight. It was so beautiful and I couldn't believe that Grandpa was giving this to me.

Lilith's POV

Grandpa handed me something my mom used to wear when she went on missions and patrol. It was a green short sleeve. There was a thick silver belt that covered my waist with a sliver shoulder pad over both shoulders except one was shorter and made from a dragon's skin. There were lots of belts. It had black tights and knee high brown boots. On my left thigh, there was a leather material with a belt around my upper thigh. One part of the shirt was longer and went till the middle of my right thigh. There was a chainmail underneath, There were two belts to hold and weapons on my hips. My gloves were fingerless except for my pointer and middle fingers and they were green. There were belt like arm guards that covered most of it. Damn, mom had taste. He gave me a blue cloak that was made from dragon skin. Grandpa handed me a small brown bag and said mom used to carry her healing potions and ingredients. I looked inside and saw lots of stuff that I needed and a small book about healing and potions. I smiled at grandpa, which he returned.

Renee's POV

Lord Elrond then turned to me and gave me a red cloak that had a hood. He then gave me brown arm guards and fingerless gloves. Then he handed me a long sleeve red shirt that had slits in the sides and was longer in the front and middle. He handed me brown pants and reddish brown boots. He handed me some gold shoulder pads and then he handed me a brown corset with a long piece at the back that went till my calves and it covered the back of my legs. There were a lot of belts to hold my weapons. I cant believe these belonged to my ancestors. They had good taste and I don't have to worry about ripping them when I transform. Convenient, am I right?!

Third POV

The girls hugged Lord Elrond, who graciously returned. They pulled away and looked at him with smiles.

"Grandpa, they are so beautiful. Thank you. We love them so much."

He just waved off their thanks with a smile. "I'm glad you like it. I will leave you to get dressed."

He left them to get changed. The girls quickly got changed and added their weapons. They looked at themselves in the mirror and couldn't help but fall in love with their outfits.

"We look so hot. Can't believe my ancestors made this. Its so fucking cool."

"Whoa, can't believe mom used to wear this."

"Damn, the previous water user had such great taste."

They finished looking and their stuff, double checking that they had everything one last time before leaving the room. They walked to the entrance where the others were waiting. Lord Elrond was speaking to Lady G and Gandalf about who knows what. Probably Sauron. They made themselves known , causing the three to go silent and look at the girls. They had such nostalgic and sad looks. Lady G came up to them with a small smile.

"You all look very beautiful. Lilith, you look so much like your mother. Katherine, I can definitely see your fathers features in you. And Renee, you look like your mother when she was younger. You all will do great things one day. I am proud of all of you."

"Thanks grandma. We'll make you proud. Right Girls?"

Renee and Kate both nodded with determination. Lord Elrond came up to them and nodded at them with a big smile. They were so ready to take down those orcs and they were more than ready to protect the line of Durin. Gandalf cleared his throat, letting them know it was time. The girls hugged Lord Elrond and Lady G one last time. They ran up to Gandalf who looked at them with so much love. He was proud of them. Just as they were about to leave, a bark was heard. They turned and saw Hades running this way. He seemed to have grown a bit. He stopped in front of the girls, he stopped at their thighs.

Are you ready Little One?

Yes. I am ready to follow you to the end of the earth. Lets go get your home back.

That's my boy. Remember we all have each other's backs okay. So you gotta also protect the girls and the dwarfs. They're our family.

Yes Lily. No one will hurt our family. I'll make sure of it

Atta boy. Now let's go kill some orc and save our family.

Lilith hugged him and patted his head, causing him to respond with a happy bark. She stood up and turned to her sisters and Gandalf.

"Who's ready to go kill some orc?!"

The girls cheered and with that the five of them were heading towards the Misty Mountains to find their silly dwarves because knowing them they are in some kind of trouble. They were ready for what was about to come. They will reclaim Erebor and return the dwarves to their home no matter what. They'll make sure of it.

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Omg that was absolutely badass. Yessss Lily gave him hell and humbled him so quickly. And the girls outfits look absolutely gorgeous. I had to look to fin d the best ones then my I lost like half of my photos and I had to go look for new ones. But I love them so much. Tell me what you think in the comments. 

Roxie_Love

[andromedasummer]

Yeah I’m currently studying atm and honestly have been failing every single year since 2019, so my student loan is already pretty high lol. I’m doing social sciences and whilst I do love them, idk…I don’t think I’m cut out for actually studying them. I actually did think of going to vic uni as well, but I always chickened out just cause welly is so far from my parents. I started at Auckland uni which I did enjoy, the year was just horrible, and now I’m at Waikato uni which I’ve grown to appreciate. Moreso appreciate the fact that it’s smaller so you know your lecturers a lot more, as well as it being cheaper and easy to navigate, hate the fact there aren’t as many options or opportunities in a lot of subjects here

I know that feeling. Auckland is pretty intense, from what my datacom/sci friends who went up there to study tell me. I don't blame you for needing to leave. I'm glad Waikato is suiting you better, I can absolutely see why it would be a nicer experience with a smaller crowd. Fucking sucks about the lack of subjects though. For me I went to vic because I needed that wide range to keep me invested and interested. But I do not miss the commute. $8-10 a day on a bus that only came every hour and took 45 minutes back and forth was hell. And when I lived in a hall, it meant walking up the terrace and mountain for 20-30 minutes every day to get to Kelburn campus or waste $2 going up the hill. It's what made me start exercising, actually. I was sick of wasting $2 every morning just to walk down the hill again hours later and i wanted to get the stamina to get up there faster. I got it down to 15-20 minutes but it still wasn't pleasant arriving at my courses sweaty and out of breath. That was back when. I was doing in person courses, covid changed that of course and the sudden flexibility about in person courses and tutorials was a blessing when my chronic issues flared up and i was unable to get out of bed.

Lecturers literally make the university. Part of shy I continued classics for so long was because the classics department at vic are the most wonderful, fun people. There was only one lecturer in my time who was an asshole about my illness, (a media lecturer) and I dropped her courses pretty smartly after that. Everyone else was exceedingly chill. Special shoutout to my media lecturer Peter who taught my policy course and has written so many awesome papers about media in NZ and was super understanding about my illness, my poetry lecturer Anna whose anthologies I buy whenever I see it on shelves and who had a lovely voice and gave me As on all my poetry, she's the reason I still write. Also Harry, fantastic NZ poet with multiple publications and taught out shakespeare and popular lit course. I had the honour of attending his final lecture before he retired and it was wonderful.

Final special mention Dougal, who scared me in 2018 when shouting "RED CARDIGAN. STOP" at me for talking in a narrative lecture like it was a power word kill spell. It put the fear god god in me. Funniest lecturer I have ever had, he once went on an 30 minute rant about how much he hates Avatar as a sci fi text and white saviour narrative. Taught my sci-fi lit course and my post-colonial lit course. Devastatingly intelligent and strong willed. He's the head of the union for the lecturers and thank god for that because theyve been going through some shit with the current govt. Most impressively to me, he held a stand in protest with a palestinian-jewish coalition of students at the university when they allowed two IDF soldiers who participated in a raid that killed civilians to give a talk on their campus years back. Never in my life have I been so intimidated and impressed by a man.

[tekutiger]

FFXIV Patch 6.51 !!

Good Gods a lot has been happening. I finally have a moment to stop and post something 😅

I've been tending to my own personal island, traversing a new island, braving a crazy new event that Manderville added to the Gold Saucer with these hyperactive beans?

I'll be posting a lot of screenies below, some potentially spoiler-y so... unfold the cut if you're interested.

(I'm more or less posting these for sentimental/archival purposes but) Fall Guys Event!

Very anxiety inducing at first but once I got the hang of it, not so much, and rather fun 😎. Ngl though, I did stop queueing after getting all the glamour and pets I wanted, and reaching one win 👑

I need to hop back in for a couple more things but my router is literally dying and I'm waiting for my ISP to come out to fix the issue first. A lot of people, including myself, are learning from this event that the snapshotting sucks. So, I'd really prefer to have my net fixed before attempting to queue more.

Oh!! Something I wanted to throw out there for people who don't want to run this a whole lot but want to put the Fall Guys furniture to use. If you just buy ONE piece of each thing, you can place multiple of that furniture item on your island. Go crazy and make a "fun space". I've been considering doing it, lol. Just food for thought 😋

Island Sanctuary!

I'm not even remotely done here yet. I've hit Rank 20, got the Felicitous Furball glamour, and the 100k crowrie mount/bike, but there's a 200 Felicitous Voucher mount that is going to take agesssss to acquire. I've seen some people with it already. Likely bought the vouchers off the MB or traded with friends. The going rate for those vouchers on my server is 90k-95k each (atm). Buying all 200 of them would make the mount 19m (currently). I'll be patient and slowly earn them, lol 😋

Aloalo Island!

Okay, I'll just be transparent here. I love the Variant Dungeons 🥰. Maybe Zenos wasn't wrong when he was blabbing on about how I'm an adventurer looking for a challenge, or a test of skill. I feel like Variant Dungeons do that decently enough to keep me in a good place (don't get rusty), but don't push me too much to be annoyed (*cough*fliptables*cough*). I'm not a raider- I'm not OP. But I do like a little push or a challenge here and there.

So, for me, I see these as fun, with rewards that are worth the time and effort.

I cannot say the same for the Criterion version of them however. I haven't done them and I see a lot of people raging over the terrible rewards. If it's that many people, it's worth looking into and from what I have heard, they're right to be upset.

If you need raid gear to do Variant Dungeon and the reward gear is under or on par with the raid gear that's needed to do it- that's a huge no. I don't have all the facts or experience to know first hand how true that is though 🤷🏻‍♀️

Posting these 👆🏻 because this is my favorite path. I've always loved mimics and had this slight obsession with them since I played Ragnarok Online many years ago (my first MMO ever).

Silly little treasure chests, you're so evil and cute 💝

(Coulda sworn I got a screenie with the parasol but I cannot find it 🙃. Same with the new hair on my female bun... might edit it in later but probably not.)

Edit: (I'm editing one in at least 🙃)

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World of Warcraft: Retail (The War Within, Worldsoul Saga)

So, totally unrelated to FFXIV, but also related in a way... my BFF's BF talked her into playing WoW again, and she talked me into playing WoW again, lol (with the help of the cinematic). It's been FOUR years since I've played.

The reason I say it's "related in a way" is because I want to still play FFXIV at the same time and upkeep my FFXIV 'muscle memory'. I started doing the Loporrit Dailies recently - need to continue doing that. I still need to hit Series Level 25 in PvP - so I'll continue doing those daily. I need to continue getting my Island Sanctuary Felicitous Vouchers. And lastly, I began doing the weekly Custom Deliveries for Anden and Margrat. I intend to finish those for the Glamour and Mount. (It boggles my mind how people can say "I'm bored" in FFXIV. There's SO MUCH to do, always. Just admit that you're not bored, you're lazy 😑.)

If the muscle memory thing doesn't make sense, here's an example: It's when you drop/neglect one game for so long (let's call it Game A) to start playing another (Game B), that you completely forget the controls or lose the reflexes you once had for Game A, because you're too consumed living in Game B. I do not want that.

Just thinking about returning to WoW, I feel a bit overwhelmed. All of us used to play Horde for the majority of our gametime (my BFF and her BF, & some of my other friends who've quit). But before I quit, I was trying to make the permanent swap to Alliance (played Alliance for about a year). She's still playing Horde with her BF so I won't be playing with her unless I continue to play Horde. I'll need to find an Alliance server. It'll be cool if I can find a guild that has people who play both WoW & FFXIV. I need to look up which addons I'll need. I fear for all the crap I left in my inventory LOL.

But mainly. When I saw that new cinematic with Thrall and Anduin my heart broke. Anduin has gone through so much trauma in the time I have been away. All I could think about was "Wtf did they do to my King?" And now I feel like I'm crawling my way back and I'm over my head on how to do it. I need to know what happened to him.

(In BfA,) Azeroth turned into a joke and I was isekai'd away Anduin, I'm so sorry 😭. I'll bring some of the light back with me and give it to you, from Eorzea 💖

(FFXIV x WoW collab, when?)

[meiruvt]

Ok I hope you are ready bc I'm in the mood for a bit of a rant. Let me set the stage for you. Also, I had to link to youtube videos of my clips bc Tumblr only lets me post one video per post :(

I absolutely LOVE Fennekin! I've cosplayed as Serena before and I've got the most adorable fennekin plush proudly displayed (or it would be if my office was set up, but you get the point). I decided to boot up pokemon violet, transfer a hisuian goodra over from legends and give the new raid event a shot. All I needed to do was EV train it for it to be battle-ready for some 7 star raids. Let's just say it went.. p o o r l y. Here are three of many reasons why I will not be buying the Scarlet/Violet DLC and honestly, why I might not buy the next main series game even though I have bought and played every main series game to date (also games like legends, and the remakes).

Reason #1: most of my raid mons need full EVs in HP because raids are hard and dying sucks for everyone. Dondozo gives 4 evs in HP, is easy to knock out, and is plentiful in one area of the map. Unfortunately, the area I most commonly find it is in lag lake; full of tiny trip hazards (Tatsugiri), and the fucking bane of my existence, winner of the most annoying fish award, veluza. I wish the clip below could capture the purest essence of how bad this area's framerate is, but I forgot to clip it while it was RAINING. I can't believe Pokemon was able to put a ppt presentation on the switch! Neat!

Reason #2: This one is not so big but it did happen. I honestly thought the game crashed on me right then and there. It actually booted me out of mesagoza city entirely when this happened and put me in front of the west gate outside the city. wtf?!?

Reason #3: Tera Raids are just not fun. I'm sorry. This is ridiculous and just plain unacceptable. Not us losing, that was totally expected haha that ceruledge was lvl 73 🙃 . But the fact that I had to sit here for what felt like an eternity (longer than this clip!) for what? nothing??? I'm putting my goodra back in legends (if that's even allowed? I don't remember?) I've not touched Violet in months and the fact that I am lured into booting it up for my little fox friend only to be met with it being in this same, sorry ass, joke of a state is frankly embarrassing.

[noxtivagus]

HSJFKDKSK I MISS PLAYING FFXIV

[sovtwords]

a king and his pawns

pairing: kita shinsuke x reader x miya atsumu warnings: 18+, royalty!au, threesome (M/M/F), bisexuality, anal, double penetration, hand jobs, blow jobs, doggystyle, kissing with cum, dom/sub undertones, fluff, established relationship w/c: 7.7k a/n: -AO3 LINK HERE- This is a little side-story thing I wrote for a royal!au I haven't actually gotten around to writing yet so WELP. It's fine tho, this was written for Kita's bday and he deserves it. LOVE YOU!! This fic features men engaging in sexual acts together so if that ain't your cup of tea then feel free to back out if you're uncomfortable! I'm bad at writing smut anyway, you'd probably be doing yourself a favour lmao. Regardless, enjoy!! Please lemme know what you think.

Kita Shinsuke was stressed. It’s not often the King loses his cool, but it seems as though life wishes to taunt him this week. Trade with Corvus has momentarily stopped due to an internal dispute meaning the Kingdom will be low on textiles for the unforeseeable future, a sudden drought has put the crops at risk, and Ginjima continues to test his patience with every new raid on the homesteads just outside of the kingdoms border - not within where Kita can arrest him, but close enough to be a thorn in his side.

He’s so very tired and so very alone, and everyone sees it as they convene for weekly meetings. They eye him with worry, yet he shrugs off every word of concern with the grace as befitting his title, though his Masters of War and Prosperity respectively eye him the most, the worry so potent on Lady Miya’s face he feels a warmth blooming in his chest. She even dares to lay a comforting hand on her king, and he allows only her to disregard her courtesies (not that she would ever forget them) and touch him. It’s nice to be treated well.

The meeting ends, and Kita is so close to retiring to his balcony to rest for a while until he notices that the happily married couple stay. “Ya alright there, Kita?” Atsumu asks, opting to drop all formalities and talk as friends like when they were younger. Kita’s glad for it.

“I’m fine,” he lies, and knows it wasn’t very convincing with the way they stare in disbelief. “Things are just tense right now. I’m sure we’re all feeling it,” he elaborates. Lady Miya takes his hand in hers once more, small fingers gripping tightly onto his. He keeps his eyes trained on them.

“That’s right, but you don’t have to burden this alone. It’s why you have your council. And you don’t have to hide anything from us. We’re here to listen to you, my King, so please – share your worries with us, so that you might feel better.”

Ah. His heart clenches with affection, and a soft smile grows on his face when he looks at the earnestness in your gaze, thumb idly stroking your fingers and momentarily forgetting that your husband is still in the room, sitting just to his left. But it’s so easy to forget that when his attention is focused on the right of the table, when Atsumu himself hasn’t said a word when normally he would screech if anyone dared get chummy with his wife, King or not.

“Thank you, my Lady. It warms my heart to know that you care so deeply,” he says carefully, pulling back with a quiet sigh. “But I’m fine, truly. I find that reading the books that you gifted to me helps me to relax.”

“I know another way ya might relax,” Atsumu interrupts before his wife gets sucked into a long conversation about stories.

“What is it?”

“Well, it’s something more suited for behind the doors of your chambers, if ya catch my drift,” Atsumu smirks, while his Lady looks appalled. Kita feels the tips of his ears burn but keeps his expression as stony as ever.

“That’s crude, Atsumu. And you know that I’m averse to…” he trails off awkwardly, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. Atsumu laughs.

“I know ya don’t take concubines. But that doesn’t stop ya from reading the spicier books in the library, does it?”

“What’s yer point, Atsumu?” He asks bluntly. Better to get whatever trick he has planned over and done with. The blonde smirks, eyes shifting between himself and his wife.

“Was just wonderin’ if ya wanted a private show, that’s all. My Lady here makes for quite the spectacle. Just a way for ya to destress.”

Lady Miya gasps loudly, a blush burning on her face as she stares at her husband in complete shock while Kita’s heart stalls in his chest.

Watch his friends while they… No. That’s a boundary he should not cross. No matter how many times his eyes have slipped downwards to where your chest is pushed upwards by the corsets of your newer dresses, or how smooth your neck looked when you lean over to discuss reports with him, he…no. Such intimacy should belong in their bedroom, not his. Right?

“Atsumu, that's not a funny joke. You should watch your mouth and apologise to your wife for embarrassing her“

“Hold on now, your highness, she didn’t say no.”

Kita blinks. Looking to where she sits, he sees the obvious humiliation on her face, clear as day as the heat on her cheeks. But with it, a look of conflict, a spark of curiosity in your eyes when they lock with his.

“I…If it pleases my King, then I don’t mind. I would do anything for my King,” she says resolutely, and the way your voice grows airy every time she speaks of his title sends sparks straight to his groin. He swallows harshly, opens and closes his mouth a few times as he feels the heat of Atsumu’s smirk boring down on him. It had definitely been a while since he’d done anything of that nature, but… was this really ok?

It’s silent for what seems like forever. Eventually Kita calls out to the servant standing outside the council room.

“Find the largest chaise you can find and have it delivered to my room. I want it there by tonight.”

God’s above, save him. He was really going through with this.

- - - - - - - -

Night has fallen, the castle is quiet.

He doesn’t know how he should act. It seems as though nobody except Atsumu knows how to act, if the way Lady Miya sits with her back straight as a pillar and arms folded politely in her lap was any indication. Atsumu lounges against the chaise in front of Kita’s bed with a drink in one hand and fingers twirling through the sash of your robe in the other , waiting for either Kita or his wife to make any sort of move, though it seems as though their nerves have gotten the best of them.

“Shy, Kita?” the blonde Lord asks. Kita gives an embarrassed furrow of his brows, but stays quiet. Atsumu chuckles. “Well then. Does my King agree to let me be the one in charge tonight?”

How treacherous of Atsumu to ask, but with no real idea on how to go about this, Kita relinquishes control with a mute nod of his head. Better to let Atsumu take the reins than for him to accidentally cross a boundary he was unsure of. Atsumu downs his wine in record time, and moves to place it on a nearby dresser before returning to his Lady. He takes hold of your face with such reverence and love that Kita has to look away and swallow down the bitter jealousy swirling like bile in his gut. He hears Atsumu whisper some reassurances to you, and nimble fingers undo the sash around your waist.

You stand up at Atsumu’s request, and he takes your spot on the chaise, posted in front of the King for his viewing pleasure. “Didn’t want ya to miss this,” Lord Miya says, and swiftly loosens your robes, letting them pool around your feet and laying bare your silky and soft flesh for Kita to see. Dark eyes rove over plump breasts, wide hips and thick thighs, and he’s convinced that no concubine in the world could ever compete with the beauty standing in front of him, made all the more sweeter that you’re a coveted treasure by your husband, making Kita the only other man to ever see you like this. It makes his cock twitch in his breeches, and makes Atsumu smile devilishly because he knows the effect this is having on his superior.

Your gasp alerts him to the fingers that have slipped between your legs from behind to cup your sex, brushing against the light hair that Kita wants nothing more than to bury his face in right now. “She’s as sweet as a peach, this one,” Atsumu coos, pressing all the right buttons and gifting Kita with moans and sighs that Angels would blush to hear. “As wet as one, too. Let’s show King Kita, shall we?”

Without prodding you sit in Atsumu’s lap and allow him to spread your legs wide, and the candlelight makes the slick gathering on your cunt and thighs glisten, Kita’s brain faltering at the sight. His body grows hot with want, with need , and he nearly rips his shirt off of his body, composure slipping with each second that passes. Atsumu offered to let him watch, but now he’s not sure if he’s content to be just a bystander.

You hum and squeal when Atsumu pushes two of his fingers past your folds, pushing in and out at a gentle pace that you’re no doubt familiar with as he prepares you for greater things to come. “Yer so quiet, Kita. Are ya not enjoying yourself?”

The Lady  looks at him then, a gentle pinch to her brows. “Are you…not satisfied with me, my King?”

Atsumu flashes an exaggerated pout over your shoulder. “Yeah, my King. After exposin’ my wife like this for ya, is she not enough?”

“She’s beautiful,” he chokes, clears his throat but it has little effect with how thick with lust his voice has grown. “She’s perfect.”

The smile on your pretty little face does funny things with his head.

“Ya hear that, my love?” Atsumu holds you close and rocks you side to side. “The King thinks yer beautiful. I dunno if many ladies can say that. Say thank you.”

“T-Thank you, my King. I’m honoured,” you grin. Kita gives you a small smile in return, though it falters at the edges when Atsumu catches you off guard and thrusts his fingers into you with great speed. It sounds wet and hot and Kita’s hand wraps around the bulge in his pants, stiff and begging to be touched, especially when the usually composed Lady Miya in front of him whimpers and pants like you’re in heat, moving your hips in sensual ways and locking eyes with Kita to steal the air from his lungs.

“A-Atsumu!” you gasp, wrapping a hand behind you to grasp the hair of your husband, but the smirk stays on his face, enjoying your plight. “Be gentle!”

“You love it,” he shushes you, planting kisses on your neck and biting down on your shoulder when you grow too rowdy. “Besides, we promised King Kita a good show, didn’t we? I have to prepare ya, don’t want ya cryin’ because yer tight hole wasn’t ready to be filled.”

You moan loudly when Atsumu brushes over your clitoris roughly, small hands moving to cover your mouth, and it’s the final push Kita needed to remove his trousers and take his cock in hand.

You watch in silence as he undresses, eyes immediately zoning in on the length and girth of his member, biting your lip for a different reason than when your husband removes his fingers from your core. Atsumu brings them up to the light to look at them curiously. They’re soaked from knuckle to fingertip, and when he pulls them apart tendrils of your slick keep them connected. Kita’s overcome with the desire to touch it, to touch you, see how you taste.

The smile Atsumu gives him sends chills through his body, as if his Master of War had read his mind.

“I think he wants a taste, my sweet,” Atsumu rubs soothing circles into your hip with his free hand, keeping his calculating eyes on his King. “What do you think?”

“The King can have whatever he wants,” is your answer, hiding a smile in your husband’s jawline while he laughs. Fuck, they were going to drive Kita insane. What surprises him even more, is instead of offering your pussy for Kita to lose himself in, Atsumu holds out his hand, like offering his fealty to the King once more as he had sworn so long ago.

“Then by all means, have a taste.”

There is a moment where it’s entirely too silent save for the heavy breathing Lady Miya is trying to get under control. A million thoughts run through Kita’s mind as his eyes flicker between Atsumu’s fingers, his childhood friends’ face, and the naked woman before him. It feels like entirely new territory, uncharted waters that Kita has only thought about dipping his toes into before running back out for fear of falling too deep into the water.

But in Atsumu’s eyes there's nothing but trust and desire, and in your eyes there's encouragement and adoration. His heart hammers in his chest, and burns with the overwhelming love and support from his closest. It makes his limbs move before his brain can catch up, leaning forward with his mouth opening while Atsumu’s grin grows wider, taking the digits in his mouth before hesitation can settle.

It’s strange, to suck on your best friend’s fingers, long and thick in his mouth, calloused from years of sword fighting as his tongue brushes against the pads of his fingertips. He can barely taste the saltiness of his skin though, as your sweet juices invade his senses like a summer wine, pure and sweet like the woman they came from. He grabs hold of Atsumu’s wrist when he makes to remove them, licking and scraping his teeth on them in a way that makes Atsumu’s breath hitch with widened eyes, and Kita mentally records it as a win before slowly releasing with a pop, lines of spit breaking the further away Kita gets as he takes his place on his bed once more, precum leaking from his slit.

It is Lady Miya who breaks Atsumu out of his trance with a gentle hand cupping his cheek and turning his attention back to the situation at hand. The smile on your face is light-hearted, if not mischievous, a gleam to your eye letting Kita know that you enjoyed what you just witnessed. “I think, dear husband, I’m ready to get fucked hard for the King.”

An impish grin blooms on Atsumu’s flushed face immediately at his wife’s forwardness. Honestly, Kita had never expected the Lady to be this way. You had always been on the reserved side, befitting your rank and lessons in etiquette. Quiet, polite, spoke when spoken to. If someone had told him a few years ago when Atsumu had introduced you to Kita when you were still giving the twins lessons in etiquette that he would be witnessing you in such a lewd position and answering all of the fantasies he had locked away, he would have almost laughed out loud at the absurd notion.

Funny how life works.

“Should we let his Royal Highness choose how I do it?” The blonde pushes his hair out of his eyes, and both Lord and Lady Miya look at him, eyes alight with interest.

“I…,” Kita clears his throat, brain bringing forth images of every position imaginable. He squeezes the base of his cock. Save it for the grand finale. “I want the Lady on her hands and knees facing me.”

That causes Atsumu to laugh in delight.

“Ah, takin’ her from behind, like mounting a bitch in heat,” he snorts. You pout at the language, but Atsumu kisses it away, lips pressing lightly against the bridge of your nose until you’re smiling again. “Never would’ve assumed ya liked it that way. Not very proper, is it?” Atsumu comments.

“Are you here to question your King on what he likes in bed, or are you going to deliver on your promise and show me somethin’ good?” Kita remarks.

Atsumu delivers another laugh as he lifts his wife off of his lap and places her onto the soft, cushioned chaise lounge as promised, knees spread apart and encouraging you to lean onto your elbows.

For a moment, as Atsumu undresses, he regrets not choosing a position that allows him to watch more closely as he enters in and out of you, but any complaints he has dies when Atsumu spits into his hand and rubs at his stiff member, lining it up with your entrance. Kita nearly cums all over his hand when he locks eyes with the woman across from him as Atsumu pushes in with a sigh of relief, no doubt seeking any sort of pleasure for his aching cock just like Kita. At least he has a pussy to bury himself in. King Kita just has his fist.

Your eyes flutter as Atsumu goes deeper into your tight cavern, groaning and furrowing your brows while you clutch onto the chair beneath you. You whimper when he bottoms out, and are only given a moment to adjust while Atsumu looks at Kita in question.

‘Shall I start?’, he seems to say.

Kita nods, and watches in perverse fascination as Atsumu rears his hips back and thrusts forward once more, making you choke on a scream as he sets a relentless pace, not holding anything back.

Your moans mix with yelps and screams of pleasure as your husband pounds into you from behind, round hands on soft hips and curls loosening from where they were pinned back on your head. Kita’s eyes stay glued to where your tits bounce with the force, hand finally giving him some relief and stroking his weeping cock, unwinding some of the tension in his shoulders and stoking the fire in his gut. He wants to reach out and fondle your chest, your nipples, but stays his hand, fear of crossing that damned boundary getting to him.

Atsumu is loud, he realises, almost as loud as his wife is right now. He groans and he growls like a wild animal, so overcome by the feeling of his Lady, of everything that she is, and praises fall from his lips like the water rushes down the mountain’s peaks.

“F-Fuck, yer so tight, I love it,” he grits, reaching over to grab hold of your chest like Kita wanted to do so badly. “So wet for me, for your King. Ya love getting fucked in front of him, practically beggin’ me for weeks.”

Kit almost feels as if he shouldn’t be hearing this conversation, but such crude words make him fist his cock faster, wet with precum and helping him ease the friction of hand to dick.

“A-Atsumu, I-”

“Don’t lie,” he laughs. He pinches your nippple roughly, and earns himself a gasp. “Every time ya called me yer sweet King, you were thinkin’ ‘bout him, too. Weren’t ya?”

You can say nothing, only look at your ruler with unbridled lust in your eyes. It’s getting harder to breathe now as he pumps his dick in time with his friend’s thrusts, entranced by the look on your face and Atsumu’s voice.

“Thought s-so,” Atsumu stutters when he rubs at your clit and you squeez hard. “Well, I’d do anythin’ for ya. Guess that includes fuckin’ ya silly in front of your King.”

Atsumu tsk’s and lifts your torso up so Kita can have the best seat in the house. Eyes stay glued to where they are connected, pistoning in and out of your walls and glistening with your slick. It brings forth images of wanting to get closer, let his tongue feel the both of them at once but it's so outlandish that it brings heat to his cheeks and pushes him closer to his release, chest heaving with exertion as everyone in the room reaches a crescendo like a symphony of sex.

That is until Atsumu stops abruptly, and it's so sudden and odd when the sounds of skin slapping cease that it causes everyone to lose their high, cooling down with irritation and impatience.

Atsumu's chest heaves air with great effort, yet his eyes are sharp as he regards his King.

"I think," he starts, easing out of his wife slowly, making you whine at the loss. "King Kita is lookin' a lil lonely. And it's our duty as his advisors and subjects to serve the King, right my love?"

You blink in surprise, when a smile curls at the corner of your lips, one that you definitely learned from your husband. Affection blooms on Atsumu's face at your reaction.

"We should give him a hand," the blonde declares, and suddenly he's carrying his wife over to the royal bed, laying you down gently against the rich, maroon satins and silks, hair splayed around you in rivulets like water. With equal parts curiosity and hesitation lacing his limbs, he moves further up the bed at Atsumu's insistence, coming face to face with you as you smiled kindly at him, lidded eyes and bottom lip plump from where you bite it.

He gives you one in return, one of the rare, genuine smiles he reserves for when he's with his closest and when he's happy. The sound of a throat clearing snaps his attention back to where Atsumu kneels at the end of the bed, cock bouncing against his lower stomach with every shift on the featherbed.

"Does my King allow us to do as we please with him?"

It's almost embarrassing how quickly he says yes, aching to feel the touch of something other than his own hand for once. Atsumu smirks.

“Wonderful.”

Moving closer, all three find themselves huddled in a circle of sorts, with two sets of eyes hungrily staring at him. Atsumu looks at his wife, and she stares right back. It becomes apparent to Kita then and there, that there is no imbalance between them. Though you may fold your hands when appropriate and open your mouth when addressed in broad daylight, though Atsumu’s words and hands guide you behind closed doors and you part your legs for him like a blossoming flower, they are, without a doubt, equals in every sense of the word. Atsumu gazes at you with such adoration it would give the poets something to sing about for centuries to come, and he is certain that if you were to give an order, Atsumu would bend and do it for you, no questions asked.

It’s funny - the Master of War and the Master of Prosperity; two things that could never work hand in hand, but ultimately make for a wonderful pair.

And it makes Kita’s heart yearn for even a drop, an ounce of what they share, for someone to look at him the way they do each other.

“Maybe I should give you some tips on how to go about it, my sweet,” Atsumu says, and it’s all the warning Kita gets before a large, rough hand wraps itself around his member. He jerks at the feeling, eyes wide at the blonde smirking before him, and he looks frantically at the Lady beside him who offers nothing more than a demure upturn of her lips.

“What are you doing?” demands Kita, but the words end in a choke when Atsumu’s thumb swipes over the head of his cock.

“I’m showin’ my wife how to please ya.”

“I-I think she w-would..” Kita has to stop talking to emit a whimper when Atsumu’s hand squeezes his dick. He swallows hard. “I think she would know how to please a man by now.”

“Hmm, yer right. She sure does know how to get me going, but…”

He removes his hand from Kita’s shaft for a brief moment to lift his wife’s leg, dragging a hand through your thighs and bringing it back to Kita’s erection, now slick with his wife’s juices and providing smoother friction.

“No harm in remindin’ her of the lessons. Watch carefully, love.”

It moves expertly up and down his length, knowing when to twist and squeeze, when to go fast and slow. Kita’s hips jerk up into Atsumu’s hand, unable to help the sighs and moans flying out from his chest. It feels good, so so so good, and a softer, more feminine pair of hands scrape gently over his chest, toying with his pert nipples and sending sparks straight down to his groin.

“He seems to like that,” you whisper, pressing your lips to the pulse in his neck. Kita is positive it must be ready to burst from his skin right now, yet still you suck and nip and paint his skin in the most delicate hues while your husband’s hand increases in speed. His other hand reaches down to fondle Kita’s balls, heavy and begging for release. Whines and whimpers grow louder as he approaches that sweet edge.

Atsumu hums. “He’s got a pretty cock, doesn’t he, my love? I bet you’re just drippin’ thinkin’ ‘bout it inside ya. Hungry for another man's dick.”

You shiver from your spot beside Kita, a hand scratching at his scalp and sending tingles down his spine, and a pink tongue poking out to lick at his nipples.

“P-Please…” Kita begs.

“Well, ’m hungry myself,” Atsumu continues, and swiftly dips down to take the head of Kita’s cock into his mouth, sucking hard while his hand never ceases its upwards and downwards motion. It's wet and hot, and the swirling of Atsumu's tongue around his tip, lapping up the precum that had gathered is enough to make Kita moan aloud in surprise and pleasure. His face glowing red as he desperately thrusts into Atsumu's mouth but his brain is too clouded with lust to feel embarrassed at this moment.

His fingers grip onto rich bed sheets as he loses himself in the heat of Atsumu’s mouth, that mischievous tongue of his being put to good use and stroking the vein on the underside of his prick before bobbing up and down in time with his hand. It’s almost overwhelming, feeling tongues on different parts of his body but it feels glorious, to have these mouths worship and love him like he craves but never says aloud.

It feels like Atsumu’s mouth is barely on him for a moment before Kita is grasping onto the nearest things he could latch onto, Atsumu’s head of hair and your hand conveniently already in his, and he holds onto both for dear life as he cums with a loud and long groan, releasing into his friends mouth with surprise and twitching with the aftershocks when Atsumu keeps him in his mouth for a tad too long.

“T-Too much, please,” he stutters, and Atsumu takes pity on him for the time being, laughing at how wild and unkempt his King looks right now.

“I guess you’ll have to test out yer skills next time. Come here,” hands reach for his Lady’s face, and he lets drops of Kita’s cum still in his mouth fall into your own open and awaiting jaws, sealing it with a kiss that’s all tongue and wildness. The perverse sight of them sharing his fluids makes his cock twitch to life again with alarming speed, but it’s also the words echoing in his ears that stick with him.

Next time. Implying that this won’t be a once off thing, a strange night to remember for years to come.

It makes him hard in seconds, even after spilling his seed in his friend's mouth.

If the couple beside him are surprised at his recovery time, only Lady Miya shows it with a raise of your eyebrows in pleasant surprise.

“Do you wish for more, my King?” you ask, traces of his load shining on the corners of your lips. He stops himself from reaching over to lick it off.

“Yes,” Kita sighs, and his chest seems to deflate with the motion, his words needy and wanting. “Please - keep going.”

“What do you want? Anything for you,” your hand cups his face with such gentleness he could cry. How sad it must be, for the simple touch of a person could be enough to shake him.

“I n-need you, I want you on top of me-” he has to stop himself with a sharp intake of breath. Eyes wide with fear look over to where Atsumu sits, a uncharacteristically stoic look on his face that makes Kita’s anxiety flare up. After a moment of silent contemplation, he opens his mouth.

“Does my King command it?”

It offers Kita a moment to rethink his words, to retrace his steps before they were taken. And as he looks at the faces of his friends for any signs of discomfort, looks at you for clear rejection, he sees no hesitation or resistance in either of their expressions. Only eagerness, anticipation for what could come. It strengthens his resolve.

“He does,” Kita says, with the air and grace of the King in power he is. And Atsumu grins like that cat who got the cream.

“Perfect,” he sings. “Lay back, yer Grace. Let us do everythin’ for ya.”

Doing as told, Kita finds himself a comfortable spot against the pillows and cushions, cock resting hard on his belly and watching as Atsumu coaxes his wife to straddle his hips. Hands fly instinctively to the squishy flesh of your hips and thighs, smooth like satin, and his grip on you only grows tighter once he feels just how wet you are, practically dripping onto his lower abdomen. It drives him mad with excitement, knowing he’s seconds away from shoving himself into your tight hole.

“Go on,” Atsumu encourages when you look back at him in question. “I’ll help ya when ya need me.”

Biting your lip, you peer down at Kita.

“I’m ready,” he assures you with a squeeze of your hips. You reach down to grab his member and he hisses when you pump him a few times, dragging it up and down your soaked folds. He worries his bottom lip at the sensation, and just when he gets used to it you line him up with your entrance and begin to sink down on him, ever so slowly.

He loses the ability to breathe when your warm heat engulfs him. His eyelids flutter, his toes curl, and they haven’t even gotten to the best part yet. Atsumu hums in approval when you finally sink down, hips flush with Kita’s, sighing in unison. You can’t help the grinding of your hips, trying to accommodate his size and girth, but it makes him growl and still your hips. “Give me a second,” he pleads. And you do, leaning down to give him his first kiss of the night. He can taste himself on your tongue, taste Atsumu along with him, and your tongues tentatively brush and move against each other as you grow accustomed to the feeling of your lips on the others.

He catches his breath when you pull away, blinking out of a stupor, and it seems as though Atsumu has had enough with waiting, for he clears his throat loudly. “Ready to get started?” They both nod. “Good.”

With that said, Atsumu holds on tightly to your hips, hands over Kita’s that stay locked on your flesh, and begins to slowly lift you off of his cock, only to push right back down. Kita groans at the fluttering of your gummy walls around him, head thrown against the pillows while Atsumu increases the speed and pace with which he picks his wife's body up, getting you into a mindblowing rhythm and bouncing you on Kita’s member.

Atsumu certainly dictates the speed and rhythm right now, and the coil in Kita’s gut begins to make a reappearance with every clench of your pussy around him. You’re both at the mercy of Atsumu, who alternates between stealing the air from Kita’s lungs with bringing your hips down hard and fast, or slowly and maddeningly gyrating your hips so that Kita presses against every spot inside of you, massaging that sweet, spongy flesh hidden deep inside that has you gasping out a strange mix of their names and clawing onto Kita’s chest for stability.

“That feel good?” Atsumu asks. He’s met with a chorus of moans and whines from his Lady and his King, but he isn’t satisfied with that. “I said, does that feel good?”

“Y-Yes, my Lord!” You gasp, and are rewarded with kisses and nips to your neck by your husband. Dark eyes peer at Kita over your shoulder, demanding an answer from him as well.

“Yes,” the white haired man grunts. “F-Feels so fuck- fucking good.”

“My, my! Our King has a naughty mouth. My sweet, how does his cock feel?”

Your moans are light and breathless when Atsumu rocks your hips back and forth. Your juices stain Kita’s abdomen, and he’s tempted to reach out and swipe some up on his finger to lick. “He feels so big! So so so big, it’s too much, it’s- oh!”

Kita is almost as surprised as you are when Atsumu guides his King’s hand to your swollen folds, showing him how to rub at your clit with practiced motions. You careen in response, hips moving erratically and crying about how good it feels.

“Tell him, not me,” Atsumu laughs.

“Oh, my King, my sweet King, you feel amazing. I love your cock so much, stuffin’ me full, I can’t take it, I love it I love it I love it!”

Your praise, your words, the heat of your cunt; it all goes straight to his head and his heart, and the coil in his gut tightens dangerously, ready to burst his seed into you and fill you up, but Atsumu has your plans before he can reach his peak.

Atsumu lifts your hips up one final time, but doesn't bring them back down. The disappointment in the room is immeasurable, denied a high once more when they were just so close to falling off the edge. Lady Miya whines loudly and impatiently, having been denied her orgasm twice now.

"I know, baby, I know," Atsumu coos, pets your hair and soothes the furrow of your brows. "But I was gettin' a lil lonely over here. I wanna join in."

Your eyes light up in question, staring at him questioningly and obeying when he orders you to bend over. Chest to chest with Kita, the King cradles you closely, brushes loose strands of hair out of your eyes, and allows himself a simple peck to your lips, one that you return with two of your own.

But you jump in shock when Atsumu spreads your cheeks apart and spits loudly onto your rear.

"Atsumu! You...you mean to-"

"Shh. You trust me, don't ya?"

"Always," she answers without hesitation, and the smile he gives you is warm and full of love.

"Then just wait," he rubs a finger over your puckered hole, spreading the spit and watching in fascination how it responds to his touches. He loves your cunt like a drunk loves his wine, but your ass is just as addictive. Really, any part of you is more than enough for him.

You bite your lip when a finger dips in, struggling to accommodate the invasive digit. Kita distracts you with more kisses, hands on your breasts, pulling at your hardened nipples and drinking in your moans like he's breathing in the fresh air of the morning.

"You are so beautiful," he whispers in your ear, watching over your shoulder as Atsumu adds a second finger, pumps them in and out so carefully. The blonde reaches around to lightly toy with your clit - not enough to make you cum, but enough to make you relax and less restrictive. "He's lucky to have married ya."

"Shinsuke," she sighs into his own ears, and it sends shivers down his spine. It's very rare people can address him as Kita without his title, let alone his first name, but it sounds so beautiful coming from the lips of his friends.

"Yer doin' so well," Atsumu praises, free hand massaging the globe of your ass cheek once Kita’s clumsy fingers take over the role of rubbing your nub. "Stretchin' ya out real good. You want both of our cocks, don't ya?"

"I do, I want them so bad-"

"Think you can handle us?"

"Yes, please! God, Tsumu, I wanna be stuffed with both of your cocks-"

"Damn, you get loud when yer needy." Atsumu drags his erection through the folds of your pussy, gathering as much of your juices to coat his dick once again before he lines it up with your back entrance. "We'll take things nice and slow."

It seems as if Atsumu is reassuring more than just his wife with that statement, and Kita is grateful for it.

You bite down on the skin of his shoulder when Atsumu removes his fingers and presses the tip of his dick at your hole. You’re clenching hard and gasping at the stretch, and Kita works with Atsumu to soothe your cries and kiss away your tears.

He kisses your lips when you give a harsh wail as Atsumu presses in further, not even halfway in yet but groaning at how tight it feels. He spits once again where you're both connected while you twitch and sigh as Kita's fingers return to your swollen bud.

"Yer doing amazing, such a good girl," Kita peppers your cheeks with light kisses, and with one last thrust Atsumu is fully seated with his cock in your ass, glassy eyed and chest heaving with tension as he gives the pair of you a moment to adjust.

He bends over to lick and kiss a line up your spine. "Your turn Shinsuke." Kita stalls, wondering for a moment if you really are ready to take them both at once, but Atsumu mistakes his silence for hesitation. "Need help with that?"

Lord Miya reaches down to gently guide Kita towards your sopping hole, and he sucks in a breath as your hips lower agonisingly slow to sink down on him until both of their members are filling you to the brim.

You're a panting and whining mess atop of him, fighting to catch your breath whilst Kita fights to make sense of what he's feeling right now. He can nearly feel Atsumu press against him through a thin layer inside of your pussy, every budge of his hips making his chest tighten at the friction.

"Tell us when to move," your husband says. After a moment of getting used to the stretch with little twitches of your hips, you nod frantically.

"I'm OK, you can move."

"I'll let Kita do the honours," Atsumu smirks.

Lifting his legs higher up the bed for leverage, Kita gives an experimental thrust into your core. It feels so good when you clamp down with a whimper, and so he does it again, and again, until he's set a slow but steady rhythm and enjoys the look of pleasure on your face, the way you bite your bottom lip to keep from moaning too loud but failing miserably.

Gradually becoming more comfortable and succumbing to pleasure, Atsumu begins to move gently, pulling out slowly and pressing back in, so as not to disrupt Kita’s flow but your reaction is immediate, a sharp gasp and a whine for more, arching your back and trying to reach behind to your husband. He leans over to allow you to thread fingers through his hair, and begins to grind faster into you, trying to match Kita’s pace and intensity.

“S-Shit, yer so tight, yer... fuck-” he curses and stutters his hips. “God I love ya- I love ya so much.”

“Please, g-give me m-more!”

“My pretty little slut,” he coos, and you sob into Kita’s chest. “So- fuck, so fuckin’ greedy. You wanna get fucked hard?”

“Gods, yes! I want to be full of your cum, please please please-”

“S-Shit,” he swears, and Kita watches as the careful, calculated look Atsumu kept in his eyes all night suddenly turns wild, frenzied, just about ready to tear you apart like you desired. “You asked for it, pretty girl.” He gives Kita a look. “Ready?”

The King nods. “Ready.”

The blondes' lips curl up at the edges, and you’re only given a moment before both sets of cocks begin ramming into you with such great force that it has you falling on top of Kita, where he wraps his arms around your frame to keep you steady. Words turn into coherent babbles and cries as they piston in and out of you in near perfect unison, and it’s the friction Kita so desperately craved as your wet walls and Atsumu’s shaft rub him so deliciously that his orgasm rears it head once more, building so perfectly and steadily that he feels like he’s reaching Cloud Nine.

Kita unwinds one of his arms from around your waist to reach Atsumu’s ass to give the flesh an affectionate squeeze, causing him to meet Kita’s eyes over your head. Atsumu leans down to capture Kita’s lips in a sloppy kiss, one that’s more tongue and spit and passion than anything else, and the King barely has any second to catch air when he pulls away before your tongue prods at his lips, lips that he opens willingly like heavenly gates. And when Atsumu joins in again, and he feels two messy sets of tongues invade his mouth, one rough and demanding, the other soft and sweet, he can do nothing more than let out a whine and try to keep up with the wonderful sensations taking hold of his body.

He’s given some reprieve when Atsumu pulls back to sit up, grasping at your hips and fucking into you so fast you’re stupefied, mouth hanging open and drooling on Kita’s chest. He doesn’t mind - rather, he doesn’t really notice, too busy focusing on your bouncing tits in front of his eyes, on the occasional brush of Atsumu’s sack on his skin, and the rising coil in his gut, ready to snap at any moment.

Hips jump erratically off the bed when Atsumu rubs at your clit hard and fast, nearly crushing Kita’s cock from how tightly you squeeze the both of them as your husband brings you to your mind shattering end.

“I’m cumming! I’m- I-”

It’s all you’re able to say as your peak washes over you in waves of heat, and he feels your juices gush out on top of his skin as you do so. Fuck, he’s nearly there, so close, just a bit more-

“I’m c-close, I’m so close-” Kita stutters.

“Cum for me,” Atsumu growls, pounding into your ass with abandon while you fall onto Kita’s torso, arms wrapped around his neck and sobbing so pitifully in his ear. “Cum for us, Shinsuke.”

It’s the push he needed. He’s shooting his seed into your core with a strangled shout, pumping load after load right into you while Atsumu follows, unloading into your ass with a curse and a moan of your name, going balls deep and spilling all that he has while your walls milk them for all that they have.

Atsumu collapses on top of both of you with a tired sigh, and while Kita’s body protests at the added weight, his mouth can’t quite catch up with his brain at the moment, so he simply lays there as the heat of the room falls over all of you like a blanket.

Both cocks begin to soften inside of you. Ever so gently, they pull out, seed escaping your holes and dripping slowly onto the sheets as you whine at the loss and clench around nothing, feeling so terribly empty and almost wishing they had stayed inside of you. But it gives you an opportunity to rest, and Atsumu flips you on your side until he’s laying you down on the bed, littering kisses all over your body and singing praises about how well you did for them, how much of a good girl you are.

You smile sleepily, exhaustion overtaking your limbs, and Kita can only cup your face and rub his thumbs on your cheekbones, uncertain if kissing you would be crossing a line now that the deed has been done. You arch into his touch while Atsumu leaves to get a cloth.

“Was that ok for you, my King?”

Ah. Of course you would put him above yourself. He smiles warmly at that.

“That was wonderful. You were perfect,” he answers honestly, and you practically glow with pride at his words. When Atsumu returns, Kita takes the cloth, opting to be the one to clean the mess between your legs. It’s the least he could do after all that they’ve done for him.

It grows silent once he finishes, looking over to see Atsumu holding you close from behind. Your eyelids are drooping and your eyes grow hazy with every kiss and rub Atsumu gives to you, yet when Kita is about to excuse himself, to find solitude in a bath and let the married couple have his bedchambers for the night, you reach out to him, wanting to hold him, his face, to bring it close to you and trap him for the night.

“Are you sure it’s alright for me to…” he trails off with uncertainty. Atsumu snorts, offering him a kind and warm smile.

“The Lady always gets what she wants,” he jokes, and Kita lets out a fond laugh. “Besides - yer the King.”

“I don’t want to overstay my welcome,” he replies. And he means it. But his heart begs for the opposite, for you to not let him go and let him rest his head on your heart.

It seems as though you hear his thoughts.

“I want you to stay,” you murmur, sleepy but resolute in your words. “Do you want to stay?”

His eyes flicker back and forth between husband and wife. He could leave. He could end things right here, pretend like tonight never happened and go on existing as King like he always has. Things would become too complicated if he stayed. He knows this. And yet…

“I do,” he whispers, and curls into the warmth of your chest while Atsumu rubs at his hair with a fondness not common in him. Kita feels, for once in his life, at home. No castle too big and warm can ever compare to this. “I do want to stay.”

“Well then,” Atsumu says warmly, while you finish his sentence.

“Stay.”

[elizabethrobertajones]

Saw you've been sucked into the MMO life in the form of FFXIV and I was wondering if you had any input into the debate I've been having about what class archetypes tfw would play. I think Sam would be most likely to tank because it requires a reasonable amount of leadership and is also more of a quiet, backbone type role compared to dps. Dean seems more the type to be singularly focused on the big damage hits tbh. He also tends to take more of the charging in and fighting role in their normal life with Sam being the one reading up on everything more carefully and being his backup. Which leaves Cas as healer which may just be me projecting because I play healer/support at every opportunity but literal angel healing aside I think that sorta fits too, he cares a lot for them and tries to keep them safe and shield them as best he can in their adventures? Idk half formed thoughts please completely contradict me if you want I'm genuinely curious about other people's opinions here

Heyooo :D It is less sucked into and more like I’ve returned to the warm cushiony nest of MMOs lol

If you’d asked me back when I was a WoW player I’d have fully agreed because you could only have one class per character and these are definitely the snap decisions that the fam would make when on the character screen. Dean would grab the sexiest DPS, Sam the stoutest tank especially as he’s the one who has read into the classes and strats beforehand, and Cas would ask what to do and be given the healer role because the other two in this scenario would know better about the game and sort of lump it onto him like, oh, we need a healer and you can do this.

(In my own gaming journey, this is what my friends and brother did to me, as they needed a healer to round out their party... I took druid because it was spoopy, and discovered in WoW that while you can’t change classes you can pay gold to respec your character’s role within that class... Promptly re-specced to a melee dps/tank feral druid instead of the healer one, and had a lot more fun :D)  

In FFXIV you can take all the classes on your character (which I have done, natch) and it’s a much more interesting levelling approach, especially seeing how my friends playing the game have gone when it comes to taking classes as they level and why they claim to have tried and then rejected others. It’s an enormous personality test, even for peeps like me and my brother who have all the classes up at max level, which ones we prioritised and which ones we sort of struggled with or found a bit meh. 

Hm so in the scenario that Charlie comes bursting into the Bunker demanding that she needs some friends for dungeons and raids and they’re all sitting on their asses scrolling the internet between a case, they can bloody well play final fantasy with her for a bit, let’s go for some headcanons :D Long because FFXIV has become my current obsession and I have the same in-depth feels about it as I do about SPN but I just never get to write about them with anyone... 

First off, Sam of course has deep nerdery about it and will ask Charlie a ton of questions about what the right class to play is and do the same thing as we’ve already discussed and go for Paladin (which starts as gladiator), and also take all the crafting and gathering side classes because he’s a nerd and you learn nonsense lore while doing it. He’s also in the same starting zone as Thaumaturge which transitions to Black Mage and I BET he’d be tempted to have a little safe witch!Sam emotional release on the most un-Sam class. It’s the big unwieldy spell caster whose literal class quests and stuff make fun of how you’re small and squishy and will be standing in a very bad spot debating whether to finish a long-cast spell and get hit or stop DPS and run for safety. I think he could do with the perspective and learning to be selfish either way to blow off steam from tanking and also learn to prioritise himself IRL :’D Also the paladin quest is WEIRDLY pro-cop from 30 onwards for some reason until the writers saw sense and just. stopped. doing paladin stuff and went back to the Gladiator storyline for the class quests, so idk if he’d enjoy that or start to question other things. Whatever it is he’s getting challenged XD

At 60 he grabs Gunbreaker because it sounds more cool and is thankfully way less emotionally stressful tanking as it’s entirely about being a badass bodyguard and sick flips. This is far more aspirational for Sam, especially as he could just tie a knife to a sawn off shotgun and do these moves for real in his day job. He won’t, but like with black mage, the thought that he COULD is very emotionally satisfying to him.

He might also have decided to check out scholar to see how healing is but idk if he would be able to handle Dean teasing him for having a fairy follow him around so he’d only dabble with the nerd class on the side :P  

Now, Dean can’t take ninja until level 10 or machinist (gun shooty DPS class) until 50, so his start point as DPS would either be pugilist (eeeey brass knuckle class!) or the other DPS classes to start with are Thaumaturge/Black Mage, Arcanist/Summoner, Archer or Lancer. Now. He’d probably think the first two are sissy because magic is for girls/arcanists literally only have a book as a weapon. Archer becomes bard and I think is ultimately a place he’d be very happy as it is a very supportive class to the whole party and basically the mom friend class. But I would love if he went lancer/dragoon because the level 50 class weapon is (folklore inspired name) “Gae Bolg” and every time I equip it I can’t help giggling at the name even though I know it’s a real thing and I shouldn’t. But. Like. It’s the class about waving enormous lances around. It’s got Implications, and Dean is drawn to those. 

He’d probably, however, take rogue/ninja as soon as he could because stabbing things with knives, and the class trainer is the kinda guy who’d have wild gay tension with him while they both try to boast about women to each other, were they to meet irl. Ironically, the rogue trainer (a womanising charmer) and the ninja trainer (an intense, honourable guy bad at social cues even among his own people who ends up falling from grace and choosing to stay in the vicinity of said rogue trainer) are an interesting pair of NPCs to teach Dean about where to stick knives. :) 

He’d go back and power-level dragoon once he starts Heavensward though, because Aymeric is also super intense with messy dark hair and big blue eyes that see right through you. :D He’s getting that gae bolg for him, you know? 

If they’re going to bully Cas to be their healer, he’d probably get really dedicated to the discipline especially as he can stay up all night to play and doesn’t need to take breaks to pee so he’d probably level conjurer/white mage (nature healing) and scholar (ancient book lore with a class quest which mixes ancient curses on a whole people, family drama and a bit of interspeciesish love) and then also pick up astrologian, which is good because it’s spooky star and making your own fate magic. The storyline for that is garbage in the sense that it’s really weakly written, but my favourite character randomly picks up AST in the latest expansion, and has an absolutely fucking wild subtextual romance with another character, including SPN level adopting of a random child who matches Jack in many respects, with said character. And in many respects emotionally they’re Cas and Dean but without any of the personal baggage between them specifically so they really are just chill and married, whatever else they’re stressed about (I say, dreading the next patch is going to finally bring up some questions about what is going on with them as it’s getting weirdly conspicuous while still utterly unsaid). So I would hope if Cas started projecting onto an astrologian character it would be him :P 

Cas also would get into summoner as the other branch of scholar because honestly those two classes are about as close to the random sigil drawing and reading things from books etc analogy to his own occult magic, except you can summon cool dragons and elementals to fight for you. 

they’d buy Jack a boost to 60 and he’d pick up dark knight and white mage probably just to subtly fuck with Dean 

(I am still not over Dean trying to test him to see if he was evil or not by whether he chose devil or angel cake) 

[cha-melodius]

Napollya + 6, 34 or 60, if I'm not too late? ❤ (yeah look they are all very good and I couldn't narrow it down to just one, sorry LOL)

me: how nice of Ely to give three options also me: what if I wrote a story with all three???

Ok, so I didn’t get a “returned from the dead” kiss in this one, but that’s mostly because I JUST wrote one of those in a different wip, so you’ll get it soon enough. 😂 And you get bonus kissing in the rain, which I canNOT believe was not an option in the prompt list. 

So here it is, Napollya + “I’m sorry” kiss + Throwing Their Arms Around The Other Person, Holding Them Close While They Kiss

Also find it on AO3

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It had been such a stupid argument.

How was he supposed to know that today happened to be a significant anniversary full of bad memories? How was he supposed to know that his usual level of friendly needling would set his partner off in a way he hadn’t seen since Rome? How could he have guessed that their verbal sparring—which, ok, he said some things he regrets—would have ended up with him pinned to the wall by his throat; certainly not any way he might have imagined being pinned to the wall by his partner.

Right. No point in thinking about that now.

Now Illya has been gone for hours after he stormed out of the safehouse and, more worryingly, the tracker that Napoleon had snuck onto him had gone dead. They aren’t just in the middle of a mission, they’re in the middle of a exceedingly tricky mission involving a highly volatile and dangerous target, leaving them all more on edge than usual. Add to that the unlucky timing of a cyclone bearing down on them, set to make landfall in Macau all too soon. So yes, Napoleon had gone after him without a second thought, tearing out of the safehouse like a bat out of hell, heedless of the rain already beginning to lash mercilessly down.

It had seemed like a good idea at the time, ok?

It seems like less of a good idea now that he’s soaked to the bone and the water is squelching in his ruined shoes as he hurries through the flooding streets. And who knows when he’ll be able to get back to Milan to commission a new pair. The area where Illya’s tracker had last transmitted from is deserted now; everyone has sought shelter from the storm at this point. Everyone except Napoleon. For all he knows, their target had managed to capture his partner, and his chances of finding any clues are rapidly washing away.

Still, it’s not like he can just give up. He squints down at the small receiver, which displays the last known location of the tracker, and follows the signal down the street. It’s a frustratingly normal road, lined with cute little shops and restaurants, now all closed and boarded up against the storm. Not exactly someplace that he’d expect a highly-trained spy to disappear. He’s nearly reached the exact spot when the receiver flickers and winks off, no doubt as waterlogged as Napoleon feels.

“Fuck,” he swears, barely audible even to himself over the wind and rain, and smacks the device futily against his palm a few times.

There’s nothing here. Of course there’s nothing here. It’s the middle of a goddamn tropical cyclone. He should probably see if he can find someplace to break into so he can ride out the worst of the storm, because it’s unlikely he’ll make it back to the safehouse at this point. A restaurant, maybe, so he can raid the kitchen for something to eat. Not that he’s particularly hungry; his stomach seems to have been replaced by a cold, bitter knot of fear and regret.

If only he’d laid off it this morning. If only he’d noticed the signs that this wasn’t a normal day. If only he’d gone after Illya sooner. If only, if only, if only. And now his partner is missing. He could be injured, or being currently tortured, or, or—

Abruptly Napoleon is nearly yanked off his feet when someone grabs his arm and hauls him bodily into an alley. He doesn’t yelp in surprise—he doesn’t—but it’s certainly a shock to be shoved up against a wall when he thought he was the only one on the street. It’s even more of a shock to see icy blue eyes staring back at him from beneath a soaked and dripping flat cap.

“Peril?” he gasps, hardly believing his eyes.

“What are you doing here, Cowboy?”

“Looking for you,” Napoleon yells over the wind and rain. “You never came back to the safehouse, and your tracker went dead.”

The corner of Illya’s mouth twitches upward at that. “Trackers and water do not mix very well, you know.”

“I can’t believe you, Peril. Why didn’t you come back before the weather got bad?”

Illya shrugs. “Didn’t think you’d care. Thought I would wait out the storm, maybe not get so wet.”

That makes Napoleon bark out a laugh. “So much for that,” he says, plucking at Illya’s soaked jacket.

“I was not until you decided to show up and stand in a typhoon,” Illya shoots back, but there’s no heat in his voice. He stares at Napoleon for a long moment, and he doesn’t really look angry anymore. Bemused at Napoleon’s sudden appearance, perhaps, and certainly aggreived by the weather, but not angry.

Abruptly Napoleon realizes how close Illya is standing, his body only inches away, practically boxing Napoleon against the wall. It’s no doubt just so that they hear each other over the howling wind, but it draws their tussle that morning to mind, of how close they’d stood then under very different circumstances. Now the proximity pulls Napoleon’s heart into his throat, and he recalls his partner’s earlier words.

“What do you mean, you didn’t think I’d care?”

Illya hums in response, looking away from Napoleon’s searching gaze, and it makes Napoleon wonder if there wasn’t something more behind Illya’s reaction to the fight this morning. He thinks back to the look on his partner’s face right before he’d left the house and realizes with a start that Illya hadn’t just been annoyed and angry at Napoleon’s words. He’d been hurt.

Fuck. Napoleon winces internally, kicking himself for being such an idiot. Well, there’s only one thing for it.

“Look, I’m sorry about this morning. I pushed it too far, and I should have known better,” he offers. Napoleon desperately wants to reach up and turn Illya’s head, to force his partner to meet his eyes, but it feels like a mistake. Still, he can’t just let this go. “C’mon, Peril. You’re my partner. My… my friend. Of course I fucking care,” he huffs, and then adds quitely, before he can stop himself, “probably more than I should.”  Christ. Hopefully the wind swallowed that up before Illya could hear it. He wipes a hand over his face, a futile gesture in the storm. “You think I’m not going to worry when you disappear in the middle of a hurricane?”

“Typhoon,” Illya corrects automatically, and Napoleon can just see the corner of his mouth pull up in a small smile. He can’t help but chuckle at that, and it finally brings Illya’s face back up to look at him. “It’s ok, Cowboy. I am sorry too. You did not know, and instead of saying something, I snapped. It is… difficult for me, sometimes. I am not accustomed to sharing these days with others. With people I— I care about.”

There’s something heavy in Illya’s gaze, and Napoleon gets the feeling that there’s more to his words than it seems at first blush. For a moment the world dims around them—even the driving rain and the howling wind—and he is lost in the glacial blue depths of his partner’s eyes.

“I’m sorry Illya,” Napoleon breathes, and this time he’s not sure if it’s still an apology for what he did this morning, or for what he’s about to do now.

Before he can think better of it, he pushes forward, closing the narrow gap between them and sealing their mouths together. Illya is frozen in place, his lips cold and wet from the rain, and briefly Napoleon considers that this is probably the stupidest thing he’s ever done. Even more stupid than going out in the middle of a typhoon. But then, astoundingly, Illya is kissing him back, his lips parting to let Napoleon’s tongue slide into the heat of his mouth as his body presses forward, pinning Napoleon to the wall. And oh, this is everything he imagined, and nothing like he could have imagined at all.

Napoleon throws his arms around his partner’s waist, pulling him even closer, aching for the warmth of his body that’s radiating through their sodden clothes. One of Illya’s hands tangles in his hair as the other carefully cups his jaw, far more gentle than most would have ever guessed the Russian could be. It’s not a surprise to Napoleon, though, not anymore; Napoleon, who has seen those hands gingerly care for his partners’ wounds, who has seen them tenderly tuck a blanket around Gaby when she falls asleep on the plane (the first time he’d woken to find himself so tucked had been a bit of revelation), who has seen them delicately folding pierogi in a warm, cozy kitchen.

Which is not to say that Illya is not kissing him with enthusiasm. He sucks at Napoleon’s lips and licks past his teeth, and Napoleon has to admit he’s impressed. Of course Illya would be as good at this as he is at everything else. Napoleon would think it unfair that one man could be so talented in so many things, if he wasn’t currently the beneficiary of such talents. It makes him want to know what else Illya is secretly talented at, and the thought sends a warm tug of desire curling low in his stomach. It’s only exacerbated by the feeling of the long line of Illya’s body pressed tightly against his and the way their clothes are clinging to every part of them, leaving very little to the imagination.

Of course, at that point Illya moves on to suck and bite at the tender skin of Napoleon’s neck, and Napoleon’s resulting gasp ends with him sputtering through a mouthful of rain. Right. They are still standing outside in a tropical cyclone.

“Peril— ungh, Illya, wait—” Napoleon groans, trying to ignore the surge of disappointment that floods through him when Illya pulls back. “The weather. We should— gotta get out of this hurricane—”

“Typhoon,” Illya smirks wryly. “Typhoon, Christ, whatever. You have somewhere to shelter nearby?”

Illya nods, an unbelievably soft smile on his face, and leans in briefly to kiss him again. “This way, Cowboy.”

He takes Napoleon by the hand and leads him further down the alley to a side door that’s already unlocked. The light from the parts of the windows that aren’t covered is barely enough to illuminate the interior, but the space appears to be full of tables and long, plush booths. A restaurant, then. A moment later Illya’s lighter flares to life and he lights a small collection of candles that he’s apparently managed to scrounge up somewhere.

“Guess we’re spending the night here, then,” Napoleon says as he sits down in one of the booths, bouncing once on the cushion. “Could be worse.”

Illya grunts in agreement as he peels off his jacket and hooks his soaked hat over the back of a chair, and the way the warm glow of the candle light illuminates the thin shirt clinging to his torso makes Napoleon’s mouth go dry. Then Illya catches him staring and smirks knowingly.

“However shall we pass the time?” Napoleon asks, trying for smooth nonchalance and all but failing. All his charm and skill at seduction fleeing him in the face of something that matters.

Illya’s grin turns wolfish at that, and he stalks purposefully over to Napoleon before neatly straddling his lap. Without the distraction of the wind and rain the sensation is nearly overwhelming, so surely no one could blame him for the way his breath catches in his throat when Illya leans down, lips brushing the shell of Napoleon’s ear, and murmurs, “I have a few ideas.”

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I've never been blown by the winds of a hurricane Never been in a flood I've never been buried up to my neck in mud But I have fallen in love And that's enough Of a natural disaster for me

– “Natural Disaster” by Jeff Tweedy

[dickytwister]

HEY do you maybe have like an oc page or could you tell me something about all your ocs because i'm Interested and you have my full attention :eyes:

AHSJDKGLHL that's so sweet i'm nfjghl???? i don't have an oc page bc i'm the embodiment of an old man being given an iphone after 50 years of using a rotary phone but !!! i can yell abt them a bit aaa thank you for asking abt them 🥺🥺💚

i put everything under the cut bc dear god i have a lot to say abt my kids and i'm not gonna make everyone scroll through that HHHHHH haw 🤠🤠

elliot fletcher

- he's my deputy in fc5!! he's from waverly in iowa and he's just...very tired nfjfkhl give my poor man a break

- everytime his radio crackles he ages 10 years and if it's john talking add another 10 years

- he keeps the three heralds alive but he doesn't care abt joseph <3

- gets in trouble bc he's impulsive af nfjghl when jacob is close to the cage?? ram his face in the bars. when john leans like rlly close in the confession scene?? headbutt 😌🙏🏼

- the only people who know abt his past are earl, grace, faith and john, the rest just kinda speculate and elliot lets them believe what they want bc not only does he rlly not want ppl to know the actual truth, it's also very funny to listen to the stuff they can come up with

- speaking of faith he often seeks her for advice and sometimes they get high together and he gets teary eyed bc she's just... very nice to him and when all you see everyday is violence it's overwhelming to be shown a little bit of kindness 🥲🙏🏼

- he's in love with john but also he'd kick him across the county if he could but also he'd give his life for him

- after the bombs and all he unlocks his final form and becomes A Husband™, complete with a beard, a scarf and bad jokes that make john want to officially marry him so he can divorce his ass

- fun fact i came up with the name elliot fletcher bc i thought it sounded neat but recently i found out there's a trans actor called elliot fletcher too??? like what were the odds ngl that's so cool

carter quill

- this is my character in the marvel dnd game my brother is dming!!

- his parents are peter quill and kitty pryde and he inherited his mom's powers (so he can become immaterial and stuff uwu) and his dad's tiny pebble brain~

- he grew up on a ship with the guardians so his family is just... a bunch of uncles, one of which is a tree

- he's part of an initiative called the peacekeepers with isaaq cage (luke cage's and jessica jones' son), finneas "zorn" reeves (brock rumlow's and sinthea shmidt's son), lu "highway star" khan (the mandarin's son), alexis "hex" pythagoras (doctor strange's protégé) and ev-lin (ronan the destroyer's daughter who also happens to be carter's bully when they were 11 HHHHHH)

- everyone agrees that carter is just... a puppy. a little labrador. so overexcited. head empty. he doesn't know what's going on but he's having fun with his friends and that's what matters <3

- he died once and went to hell for like 66 years bc he held a bomb while it was exploding but he got better and he doesn't remember most of his time in hell but also he's a lil traumatised

- he wears cute skirts sometimes and also froggie themed clothes 🥰🥰 he's terrible at applying nail polish and it ends up smudged most of the time bc he can't sit still for more than two minutes without going insane but he still likes it

- he has a pet bird called ink!! he thought it was a nice name bc his last name is quill so u know,,, ink,,, quill,,,, he inherited his dad's terrible humor also

- he's fruity and has a big fat crush on one of his teammates 😳😳👉🏼👈🏼

- he strictly refuses to kill, so he uses stunt energy guns and a three section staff to fight!! he accidentally killed someone once and threw up

- he knows asl and is fluent in it!! he's also very bad at reading measurements when cooking (and reading in general) so he relies on their proto-ai, dadji, to help him cook and he listens to audiobooks a lot!!

- idk what else to say abt him except like two games ago he was in the hospital bc lu got hurt and he wanted to get him muffins from a coffee shop across the streets but he panicked when faced with the selection so he bought one of each and came back to the hospital room with like,,,, twenty muffins

- i found this pic of his face claim and it honestly just radiates his vibe so here have it

thorgran galvish

- he's my dwarf enchanter from another homebrew dnd game!! in this universe (and maybe others idk shit abt actual dnd HHHH forgive me) enchanter dwarves are lowkey enslaved bc of their rare link with magic

- thorgran blew up a wall and ran away to the surface so now he's a fugitive and he's constantly on the run uwu trust issues ensue

- he loves the sky so much?? especially at night?? he knows abt constellations, but he thinks they're just whatever you see in the stars and doesn't know there are like,,, actual constellations so he sits on the roof of a tall building sometimes and finds his own constellations

- he also tries to draw them but he rlly sucks at it aslkdsgl that doesn't stop him from filling his journal with little stars and drawings!!

- during my very first game with him he found his rival, who turned out to be a 16 years old teenager?? millennial/gen z rivalry

- agh i don't have much abt him yet bc i've only just started to play him but he's my beefiest boy and also a dilf 🥰🥰

theadric "elder" montajay

- yet another character from the same universe as thorgran, but this time it's a funky little halfling bard

- his instrument is the violin!! he tried every other instrument and his mom was very supportive despite how bad he was at all of them. his community was raided and his father died, so he inherited his violin and that turned out to be the only instrument he could play

- took his love of the economy to the next level when he decided to fuck every gang leader he could find to control their operations and ruin their organizations so the money they hoarded could be put back in circulation

- accidentally fell in love with a half-orc gang leader and was abt to tell him the truth abt what he was doing but was exposed by the first person he'd cheated so he had to run without explaining himself to his lover smh ://

- "i don't wanna fall in the slutty bard cliché," i say before immediately giving elder the tightest leather pants and opening his shirt to show his majestic chest hair.

- surprisingly good with kids?? anyone younger than him who looks sad becomes His Child and he turns into a lil mama, tasting the food of an inn first to assure it's not poisoned, giving hugs, soft shit like that ngl he's just a mom 😔😔

- we abandoned the game he was in but we left off when he'd just escaped a dwarven prison with his new child and others owo anyway slutty bard with chest hair?? that's just the witcher's jaskier

scylla

- my gay pirate lady!! i don't have much abt her either bc AAA BRAINROT but !!! i still love her very much

- she's a hybrid between a human and a psaarinch (fish folks in our homebrew universe uwu) and she looks very human except she has like shark abilities?? she can smell blood, taste with her skin, breathe underwater for like two hours or smth, sharper teeth,,

- she started off as a privateer but like what was the kingdom gonna do?? track her down to make sure everything she did was legal?? nah man she got that sweet fleet and became a pirate

- she beats men up in inns and gives their wives a good time <3

- she's very close to her crew and they're kinda just a big family

- she fights with those s-shaped staffs?? but they're actually blades ngfhl she's very agile and looks like she's dancing when she's actually fighting

- fun fact she's my second shark oc the first one was called maito and she was a yellow lantern in a dc game we did (the main difference between them is that maito loved men while scylla is very much a lesbian 😌🙏🏼)

i have like so many more of them but that's already such a long post and i don't wanna do too much NGL if u wanna know more hmu i'll yell some more 😎😎🙏🏼🙏🏼

[teaveetamer]

I'm in the role play community for Fire Emblem Three Houses and I hate how so many pretend that it was only Fodlan who was racist. I also hate how so many ignore or "forget" the fact that the Central Church welcomed everyone and it caused issues with the Western Church, who did not like the fact the Central Church was accepting. And that Claude implies that isolation was never a part of the Church of Serios doctrine but something that the followers elected to believe because it made them (cont)

(cont) feel "better" about themselves as the only ones that were deemed "good" by the goddess. As well as the fact that the RPC for Three Houses just loves to ignore the fact that the crests were put as important not by the church but by the nobles who bore the crests. What also bugs me about the community is how they just love to act like Crimson Flower is the most "hated" route while at the same time constantly shitting on the other routes to the point that they spammed the dash with (cont2)

(cont2) so much hate that it made MANY people leave the community! Specifically to AM and VW. And ignores that the community is made up mostly of CF/BE characters with AM/BL being the second most common route/house to have characters for. While VW/GD and SS/Church has hardly any in it. And some of the CF/BE RPers have this huge ass victim complex and act like everyone constantly shits on them when they're the ones shitting on others almost all the time. It bothers me so much. If not for (cont3)

(cont3) the circle of friends I have gotten through RP who I interact with, I really would have left ages ago. I try to avoid the annoying people in the community but sadly they're the most popular RPers. I just try to stay in my circle but sometimes those people get a lot of sudden attention/traction when they decide "oh I'm going to make this claim that 100% goes against canon" and everyone just eats it up because the popular person said it, it MUST be right!

Wow there’s a lot to unpack here. Okay starting with the actual game story stuff:

I think that the biggest theme of Three Houses that a lot of CF lovers don’t acknowledge is that Humanity Sucks.

It’s repeated again and again in every route. The Agarthans got themselves destroyed because they tried to take down god and failed. Humans inflict the “crest superiority” thing on themselves because they stole the power from the Nabateans, and they perpetuate their own systems that elevate those with crests. Their poor relations with Almyra are because humans keep carrying out raids on their border, or because humans have prejudices that they need to overcome.

It’s a major, unifying theme in every single route... Except Crimson Flower (if you try to view it through a heroic lens). Crimson Flower takes this theme and just throws it completely out the window. Dragons are responsible for all of our ills! Humanity rise up! No acknowledgement of humanity’s role in bringing themselves to this point.

(If you look at it through the lens of a villain route though then this theme holds true. Humanity is once again fucking itself by getting rid of Rhea and the Goddess, aka the two things that were scary enough to keep the Agarthans in check for so long. Humanity rising up is not a good thing. In their hubris they’re repeating history and fucking themselves over once again).

I guess that’s why we see such a disconnect in discourse. If CF lovers acknowledge that humanity fucks themselves over time and time again then they have to acknowledge that Edelgard was wrong.

As for the fandom stuff:

I have nothing but sympathy for you, really. I’m not really part of the role playing community so I have no idea what’s going on over there, I’ve talked numerous times about the bizarre persecution complex a lot of Edelstans come into every argument with. It is exhausting to deal with, I feel your pain.

It’s deeply ironic too, because in their rabid desire to have everyone love their fave they’re driving away more moderate people who actually might like Edelgard. They see that kind of thing, get turned off, and then don’t engage in the fandom. Which just makes the Edelgard community look worse and worse to the outside.

Basically it’s a self fulfilling prophecy. They insist that they’re the most hated community, lash out at everyone, and in the process become more and more hated. Which of course just fuels the persecution complex even more and makes them feel justified in lashing out. I’ve seen it in action, with Edelstans coming into conversations immediately hostile. All I can say is that you put in what you get out. If you constantly inject unprompted negativity into a conversation then you can’t be surprised when negativity comes back to you.

[stanbillyhargrove]

Ghosts chp 25

It's my birthday today and today's the first no stress day all week! So I decided to put out my chapter early! 😊

A/N: the bathtub scene. It's here. Smut, abuse also a sleezy club

Neil's POV

"Bryce Torrance," I repeated, flipping quickly through the telephone book, "you sure?"

"Yes," Katrina answered, the memories flashing through our head again.

A young girl, naked and afraid in a strangers bed. His anger when she confronted him, the sneer on his face when he got away with what he'd done.

It set my teeth on edge, what this fucker got away with. I scribbled down addresses and went to the door, stopping quickly to look at our reflection. I'd raided the man's closet after throwing Katrina's clothes in the wash, finding an oversized flannel and jeans that would work for now. Lifted up the shirt to inspect an angry red scab on our ribs.

Old habits.

I couldn't feel it and neither did Katrina, but I'd have to stop and get some medication and bandages so it doesn't reopen or get infected. Can't have her getting sick.

--

We found him on the third try. Grown up now, with a white picket fence and a lovely little wife bouncing a child on her hip.

"Fuck," Katrina growled, "we can't do this."

I looked in the rear view mirror of the man's car from the cabin, made eye contact with Katrina.

"Cold feet?"

"He has a family, he's probably forgotten, made himself a better person."

"Does that atone for his past, him being a father? Does what he did not matter because he's married?" My heart twinged, thinking of what Olivia had said to me.

I knew Katrina was remembering what Olivia had told me too. I could feel the sadness mirrored in her heart.

"No," she whispered.

"I'll follow him."

--

I followed him for three days, from home to work and then to this building until late at night. A dark building, with no signs advertising what was inside. I got out of the car and walked up to the door, keeping my head low until I got inside.

A thick arm stuck out in front of me, barring my entrance.

"You lost little girl?"

I looked up to see a large bald man in front of me, dressed in an all black suit.

"I...I'm looking for a friend," I smiled tightly.

He grabbed my chin in his meaty hand, angling my face to look at our eyes, "interesting."

I scowled and pulled myself out of his hand.

"The boss will like those eyes," he smirked, "he'll be your friend. Give you a job too."

I tried to object but he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me through the club.

Inside was all black, with multi colored lights shining over stages and plush booths. A dead eyed girl twirled on a pole, extending herself out to grab a wad of cash from an older man. The song ended and she walked off the stage, slow like one would walk to their execution, and followed the man out of the room, behind a curtain.

Bryce has to be here somewhere, behind one of the many curtains. I just need to lose the bouncer. He led me to the back of the club, into a room with a huge leather couch and a dark wooden table.

"Boss'll be a couple minutes," he grunted, leaving me alone in the room.

I could feel our heart starting to race.

"I don't like this," Katrina whispered, "we shouldn't be here."

"Relax. I can handle this."

I only had a moment to look around the office before a man walked in.

Bryce.

"Evening, sweetheart," his voice was syrupy sweet, "word is you're looking for a job?"

"That's him," Katrina urged.

I nodded, "yes."

He walked over to the desk, dropped down into the chair and studied me.

"Well, no offense sweetheart, but you look like someone who's been sleeping in an alley, not exactly what we're going for here. We like our girls to look...irresistible, decadent...sinful."

I grit my teeth before answering, "I just moved, all my clothes aren't here yet. I stumbled in here on accident."

He leaned back, "well, which is it? Looking for a job or stumbled in here on accident?"

"Both. I need a job, but I didn't come looking for this place."

He laughed, "that sounds like fate to me. Tell you what, since you've got nice eyes," he pulled a handful of cash from a drawer and handed it to me, "buy yourself something pretty for me and come back tomorrow. We'll have...an interview."

Katrina was screaming for me to kill him and run. To not come back.

I extended a hand to him and smiled, "see you tomorrow."

"What the fuck?" Katrina yelled, "you had him!"

I glanced up at the rear view mirror, "and I'll have him again tomorrow, but I'll be better prepared. Have to have a plan, pet."

I felt her anger die down to a simmer when she grumbled, "fine."

"Now, direct me to your house. We need some things."

We slipped in and out Katrina's apartment without anyone noticing us. Retreated back down the staircase with a bag of clothes and things that Katrina had asked me to grab and bring back to the cabin. Slid back into our car and hunkered down when a blue car rumbled up and parked near the building.

--

Katrina's POV

The room with the giant pink tub was back. The spaces between the plants and around the tub were now filled with candles, casting a warm glow. Neil stood in front of me, a hand resting gently on my hip. The other came up to my face, his knuckles dragging softly across my cheek before cupping my face.

"Take some time to relax. We need to be prepared for tomorrow," he spoke softly, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch, into the hard plane of his chest under my hand and the feeling of his fingers sliding up under my shirt. I could feel his chest rising as he breathed, could feel our heart beating faster in our chest.

If I let myself, I could easily forget my real life in exchange for this one. Stay here in a dream with Neil and not turn back.

Neil gentled my pants down my legs, waiting for me to step out of them before slowly standing back up, trailing his nose along my skin. A hand wrapped into my hair, the other settling on my naked hip and holding me close. He paused, his face a mere breath from my own and looked into my eyes. Paused there like he expected me to turn away and kissed me when I didn't.

Velvet lips pressed against mine, moved slowly and gentled my lips open. A sigh shared between lungs when our tongues met. I melted into him and felt his fingers tighten on my hip.

"Olivia," he breathed against my lips.

He froze instantly and pulled away, "I..shit, I should leave..."

I clutched at his shirt, "no, stay...please."

My hands twisted in his shirt, holding tight as I pleaded with him to stay.

His face softened a little before pulling me into his chest. Strong arms wrapped around my back, holding me to him as he tucked his face against my head. He let out a sigh and nuzzled into my hair, shoulders slumping as he relaxed into the embrace. Stayed like that for a minute before he started to pull away.

"Come on," he murmured, leading me towards the tub.

Neil held my arm as I climbed into the tub, sinking down into the steamy water. Turned to leave once more but was stopped by me clinging tight to his arm.

"Please, stay," I pleaded again.

He looked at me softly and smiled, leaning down to kiss me again. I pulled at him, wanting to be as close as possible. Slipped one hand down to grab the hem of his jeans. He pulled away, just enough to look into my eyes.

"Are you sure?"

I smiled, breathless, "yes..I want you."

He climbed into the bath with me, soaking his clothes and sending water splashing out over the side. Kissed me harder this time, exploring my mouth with his tongue. Captured my lip between his teeth and tugged, pulling a whine from my throat.

"Neil," I panted, fingers curling under his shirt.

He pulled back to remove the shirt and curled over me again, hesitating inches from my face.

"Do you think I'm a bad man?" He asked, eyes darting away from me.

I slid my hands up his sides, feeling the raised scars on top of hard muscle. His face dropped, shameful.

"No," I whispered.

He turned back to me, lip pulled tight to stop it from shaking.

I lifted one hand to his cheek, watched him close him eyes and press into it.

"I know you're not all bad. I know you're hurting," I soothed.

I pulled to close the space between us, bringing his lips back to mine and threading my hand into his hair with a sigh.

He kissed down my neck, nipping gently when I arched up into him. His hand smoothed over my hip to hitch my leg up to his waist before dipping lower to toy between my folds. A low hum against my throat when he slowly pressed a finger in. I moaned, writhing from his teasing, lifting my hips to meet his hand, begging for more.

"Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" He teased, smirking when he lifted his head to look at me.

I whined, stretching to try and recapture his lips. He leaned back, watching my gasps when he added a second and third finger. His hand moved slowly, just enough to keep me whining and needy. My hands shook as I fumbled to try and undo his pants.

"Look at you," he cooed, coming forward to kiss down my jaw, "I've only just started and you're shaking."

"Please," I begged, "I need you."

He wasted no more time and pulled away to tug his pants off before curling back over me and flipping us so I could straddle his hips. Water sloshed with the movement of my hips, grinding against him.

A coy smile when he grabbed my jaw in one hand, bringing me close for a kiss. Teeth sunk into my lip when he lined up and pulled me down. A breathless moan shared between us. My hand braced on his shoulder so I could ride him, rocking slowly. Neil's head tipped back against the tub, watching as I bounced.

Fingers moved from my chin, up and past my lips. I stopped bouncing and closed my lips around his fingers, sucking and swirling my tongue. Coating him in my saliva and gagging when he pushed them deeper. He pulled his fingers away and slapped me with them, smearing spit across my cheek.

I gasped and stared at him, shocked.

"Did I say you could stop?" He growled, rutting his hips up sharply.

"I'm sorry," I whined, starting to rock into him again.

We chased our release. Pulling hair, scratching and clashing teeth like we were fighting to the death. I was careening towards my orgasm when a strong hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing tight. I wrapped a hand around his wrist, my eyes brimming with tears as I started to get light headed. His eyes took on a cruel glint the harder he squeezed, like he could easily suffocate me without a care in the world. My head was swimming, darkness creeping around the edges of my vision. I was barely aware of Neil licking tears from my cheeks as I struggled to pull his hand away. My body went taut when I came, a silent cry dying on my lips as I blacked out.

I opened my eyes groggily to find myself leaning back against Neil's chest. Nuzzled into his wet skin with a sleepy moan.

"Good morning, pet," he murmured, kissing my head gently, "how do you feel?"

I hummed, sinking down into him, "good."

He lifted a soapy hand, letting the bubbles drip off. I smiled and blew them off before grabbing his hand in mine. A breathy laugh when he buried his face into my shoulder.

"Should we go to bed?"

--

I woke up in the afternoon in full control of my body for the first time since being stabbed. No voice in my head, no feeling of Neil in the background. I got up and started exploring the cabin. It had been scrubbed and put back together after our last time here. No sign of what had happened. Unless you knew to look. Then you would find the stained wood floor under the new rug in the living room and the now mismatched lamps in the hall. You would see a long scratch across the living room window. All evidence of the horrible night we spent here.

I searched the kitchen, pulling soup from the cupboard and putting it on the stove to heat up. Sprinkled hot chocolate powder into a mug and turned the kettle on.

Took my bowl and mug and went out to the deck to eat. Sat there and enjoyed the fresh air while the afternoon tick by.

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