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FORBIDDEN FRUIT. | LAIOS TOUDEN

synopsis ━━ laios can't seem to get enough after he first tastes you. but the lines in your friendship are beginning to blur. it's only when your party happens upon your ex-lover in the dungeon that laios realizes what he should've communicated all along. (laios x f!reader.)

content warnings ━━ cunnilingus, praise, size kink, jealousy, classic missionary, unprotected sex, creampie, mutual pining/confession, laios and reader are not good with communication (but they work it out v well), laios is self concious but reader is so kind to him !!, monster facts as dirty talk. nsfw (minors + ageless blogs dni).

word count ━━ 4.8k

song inspiration ━━ awkward, sza / cherry, lana del rey / hunger, florence + the machine

author's note ━━ TECHNICALLY, this could be a part 2 to please, eat, so I'm just going to link as a part 2. you don't have to read please, eat before this, but if you like laios then obvi you should read it anyway!! I'm SO SORRY it took me so long to post another laios x reader 😭 I was trying to finish the manga before I wrote something else dungeon meshi-related, but life gets the way. oh well. also, this might be controversial, but in this fic I’m refuting the “laios is a virgin” allegations. SUE ME. I simply don’t believe he’s been adventuring so long and hasn’t been with anyone, that is crazzzy to me !! but that's just me 🤗 we all have our fave headcanons! my goal when I finish the manga is to write something for laios at the end of the story hehe. I hope you guys enjoy part 2! this one-shot is dedicated to @satoogojos 🫶

🪽 part i: PLEASE, EAT. / part ii: FORBIDDEN FRUIT. / part iii: TOO SWEET.

Catching feelings for your friend was truly a fickle thing. But you guessed it was bound to happen with what you and Laios were doing behind everyone’s back. Each night, after your party tucked themselves in their bedrolls, Laios would so delicately lace your arm through his and you two would find a private area … before he completely buried his face between your thighs.

He was fixated on the way you tasted, the way he could get you to cum so easily on his tongue. You were the only dessert he wanted after every dinner. Some nights, he would have you writhing from overstimulation, but he just wanted more of you – so much more.

It was a little confusing, though, how he didn’t ask for anything in return. Laios seemed to grind against the cold, dungeon floor as his tongue lapped at your essence, sometimes cumming in his pants and moaning between your legs. Or he would politely excuse himself after he was done, taking care of himself as you cleaned yourself up. You didn’t quite understand it, and maybe neither did he. You both were just too awkward to broach the subject.

The incident with the sea serpent had changed your friendship forever. Not only did Laios save you from becoming one, but the intimacy you both now shared seemed to open you up more. You found yourself divulging more secrets to him, leaning on him when you needed someone, even being more impartial to Senshi’s monster meals. And you liked the way he smiled, how he looked at you. You liked how fearless he was. You liked how protective he was over the party, especially you. You … really liked him. Far more than a crush. In fact, you wished you could go back in time and just have a crush. But your feelings for him became deeper as you crept lower and lower into the dungeon together. Your goal was still to come out of this dungeon alive, but now … you hoped that you would make it out alive together.

What a foolish girl you had become.

You tried to remain focused on the path ahead of you, but you were clearly lost in thought today. The party had reached floor 6, which meant you were closer and closer to the deepest part of the dungeon and hopefully rescuing Laios’ sister, Falin. The last thing you expected to see on floor 6 were other adventurers, let alone your ex.

You were hesitant to call him an ex, since you two had never really been anything but a warm body in each other’s beds while living on the surface. But when your bodies collided and your eyes met his, you realized why you had taken a liking to him in the first place. He had been a butcher’s son, handy with an axe, and you had liked his big, strong hands. You almost fell right into him from the slippery dungeon floor, but those strong hands seemed to catch you like you were made of air. “It’s you,” he chuckled, setting you up straight and tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “Look at you … feels like it was just yesterday when we were on the surface, huh?”

Marcille looked like she didn’t want anything to do with your ex and his party, but Senshi was very kind to offer them food, if they needed it. Chilchuck seemed neutral, and Laios … you still couldn’t read Laios as easily as the rest of the party. He watched your ex like a hawk, standing behind you as if to protect you. Your ex’s hands were big, sure, but Laios was tall, his shoulders wide and intimidating even without the armor. Laios narrowed his eyes slightly whenever he saw your ex’s gaze roam over you, like he was undressing you with his eyes. And you weren’t sure if you caught it – it only lasted a second – but did Laios clench his hands into fists?

There wasn’t enough time in the world to dwell on it. Especially when you had ghosts seemingly pulling you into another area of the dungeon and waking up on a dirt path, a beautiful golden castle mounted ahead of you. Your party was initially confused, walking into the village and seeing monsters living harmoniously with humans. After becoming acquainted with the village, you and your friends were offered a warm, delicious meal with Yaad, the lord of the Golden Country. After Yaad explained the history of this village, you all were each given rooms to rest in for the night. The beds were small and cold, but far better than a bedroll.

You were used to Laios initiating with you every night, but by the time everyone went to sleep, he still didn’t call upon you. So you stood from your bed, adjusting the nightgown given to you, and walked across the hall to where Laios’ room was. You knocked on his door, and you heard the slip of a sword into a sheath behind the thin wood. He had been inspecting Kensuke for some reason, probably mulling over Yaad’s words. When he opened the door, he was dressed in loose pants and a linen shirt, droplets running down his neck. He must’ve just bathed. You couldn’t stop yourself from digging your nails into your palm.

“Can I come in?” You asked in a hushed voice, and he moved out of the way for you to step inside.

His room looked exactly like yours, but the sheets were ruffled from lack of sleep. Laios walked around you and sat on the edge of the bed, leaving you more confused than ever. You played with your hands as you stared at him, contemplating. “Is something wrong, Laios?” You inquired, stepping closer to him. “You’ve been acting weird even before we got here.”

His brow furrowed for a moment. “How do you figure?”

“Well, you …” Your tongue clicked. “You didn’t come to find me after everyone went to bed.”

He seemed to concede, shoulders dipping at your answer. Shifting on the mattress, he propped himself up against his pillows and moved Kensuke to lean against the wall. His silence was even more perplexing. This had to be the longest time Laios went without talking. He was a blabbermouth.

“I don’t understand,” you continued, walking over and sitting on the end of his bed. “Are you … are you angry with me?”

“No, no,” Laios was quick to reply, “I’m not angry with you. I’m just …”

You raised a brow, eager to hear his answer.

“That man you recognized. On floor 6,” he finally said, his fists clenching again at the memory. “I didn’t … I didn’t like the way he looked at you. And his tone. It was disrespectful to you. Unless I’m reading this all wrong.”

You were taken aback by his honesty. So he had been bothered by your ex. “Oh,” you replied, “well … me and him, we do have history, Laios. But it’s in the past.”

“I could tell.” He was picking at his nails now, any excuse not to meet your eyes. “Everyone has a life before the dungeon. It’s not about the past. I just … I didn’t like him. Or how he looked at you like … like he still wanted you. Or something.”

“Or something,” you repeated, nodding your head. A slow smile crept onto your lips at the realization. “Laios, are you jealous?”

His head jolted up, his eyes glued to his hands, searching for something unknown. Realization washed over his face, as if he hadn’t even considered this possibility. “Oh, gods,” he pinched the bridge of his nose. “This whole day I’ve been trying to reconcile with what I’m feeling and I knew I wasn’t mad at you – maybe just mad at the circumstances – and none of it made sense, but now …” He finally met your eyes, a chuckle slipping past his lips. “I was just jealous. How did I not realize?”

“Maybe because we didn’t talk about it,” you offered in a low voice, reaching out and lacing your fingers with his. A jolt of electricity ran through your fingertips and all the way up your arm. You wished you could hide your reaction, but it was clear as day, making Laios shift in his spot. “Laios, we should talk –”

“You’re not leaving the party, are you?” His grip on your fingers went tight, and he didn’t even realize it.

“No,” you laughed, scooting closer and running your free hand over his face. His cheeks flushed instantly when you touched him. “I think … we should talk about what’s happening between us.”

Laios’ gaze went narrow as he processed your words. “Oh,” he said blankly, and then his eyes went wide. “Oh.”

“I just … because we’ve been doing this every night … it’s hard not to feel …” You sighed, unable to get the words right. But he seemed to understand, quick-witted as ever, squeezing your hand in encouragement. And then he smiled at you, all dopey and kind, and your heart began to pound. “I can’t help but think that the lines are being blurred between us. My feelings for you are … much deeper than what they were initially. And if you don’t feel the same way, that’s okay. I needed you to know. I’m sorry if this hurts … whatever our relationship is.”

He was still smiling, his other hand gripping your waist, pulling you even closer. “Well, I think –”

“And now I can’t help but wonder if maybe – just maybe – you feel the same way,” you started rambling, terrified to know how he was going to reply. “Because why would you feel jealous if you didn’t … I shouldn’t make assumptions. But I still wondered. And I can’t stop talking. Again, I don’t want this to ruin anything and I’m sorry if it does. My ex doesn’t mean anything to me anymore and he won’t ever again –”

Out of nowhere, Laios used his upper body strength to flip you onto your back, pinning you to the bed. Now your cheeks were flushed, completely caught off guard by the action. He sat in between your legs, his fingers just brushing over your waist, as he said, “I do. Feel the same. I feel like I’m the one who could’ve ruined this because I didn’t realize it sooner.”

You gave him a sad smile, reaching up to cup his chin. “You couldn’t ruin anything.”

He leaned into your palm when your hand moved to his cheek, humming under his breath. He then leaned down, his body just barely pressing against yours, as if he craved your body heat. Like a moth to a flame.

“Can we not talk about your ex ever again?” He muttered, his hands running up and down your sides. “Because when I saw him today, all I could think about was …” He stopped himself abruptly.

“What?” Your curiosity peaked.

“I’m going to sound like a jealous brute,” he sighed dramatically, nose brushing against yours as his hands moved higher, thumbs grazing over the underside of your breasts. The material of your nightgown was so thin that your peaked nipples were already visible. “I just … couldn’t stop thinking about all the times I’ve tasted you that he hasn’t. I wondered if he knew exactly how you liked it, which places made those funny sounds come out of your mouth. And then, I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and all I wanted this whole day was to get you alone.”

You shuddered when his thumb brushed over one of your taut nipples, making your heel run down the back of his leg. His words alone made tingles run down your spine, but the second his hands were on you, you were properly soaked. The both of you lay there for a moment: him on top of you, nuzzling your nose, rolling his fingers over your nipples through your nightgown, eliciting breath hitches from your lips.

It was so slow, so patient, so good, but had you wanting more. And you couldn’t stop the words coming out when you blurted, “I want to have sex.”

He paused, opening his eyes for a moment, making sure he heard you properly.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you said quickly, feeling awkward. But why were you so shy all of a sudden? It’s not like he didn’t have his tongue deep inside your pussy every night. Maybe it was because there was a question still lying underneath the surface. “Why ... why don’t you want me to help you finish after you eat me out? Sometimes you just … walk away to take care of yourself.”

Laios’ face went bright red, and then he buried his face in your neck. “I’m so embarrassed.”

Your hand pushed back his cropped, blonde hair, trying to soothe his racing heart. “Why are you embarrassed?”

“Because it’s … it’s big,” he sighed and lifted his head. “There. I said it. It’s just big. And the last person who saw it made me feel super self-conscious about it.”

You couldn’t help but snort. “You’re embarrassed because you have a big dick?”

His pretty golden eyes were serious, but it looked like he wanted to laugh with you. “Please, don’t make it sound trivial.”

“It’s not trivial, it’s just …” You went to cup both his cheeks. The way he looked at you was unlike anything you ever experienced. You wondered why it took you so long to realize he felt the same. “I would never make you feel self-conscious about anything. I like everything about you, Laios.”

Your words had him melting, leaning back down into you and kissing you slowly. It was only when his tongue slipped into your mouth that his hand snaked down between your legs, just cupping your soaked entrance, the one thing he loved to eat more cheesecake. Realizing that you weren’t wearing any underwear had him reeling. “Gods …” He moaned into the kiss, his fingers simply running down your soaked folds.

As his lips broke away from yours, you asked in a tone as sweet as barometz, “Do you want to have sex, Laios?”

“Yes,” he replied, voice desperate. “Yes, please.”

Your hands went to the hem of his loose, linen shirt, breaking your kiss again to lift it over his head. For the first time, you were able to see what he looked like underneath all the armor. His shoulders were wide-set, his torso soft while also being oddly defined. Most tall-men your party encountered thought Laios was on the slender side, not believing how strong he was. But once your eyes beheld his biceps, you knew how wrong they all were. He was built and muscular and – gods, you could admire him for hours.

Laios stopped your hands from going any further, a pleading look in his eyes. He pushed your nightgown up and bunched it at the waist. “Can I taste you first?”

You nodded quickly, already intoxicated by the way he kissed you, the way he smiled at you, all eager and excited to bury his face in your pussy. It didn’t take him long; he was lightning fast, moving down your body and lifting your legs on his shoulders so he could eat you out easier. His tongue dove into your folds immediately, and he groaned at the first taste. You were acutely more aware every night that he could do this for hours, just lapping at you lazily, bringing you to orgasm over and over again. No monster compared to the way you tasted.

His nose bumped your clit as he tongued your leaking hole, practically whimpering at every drop of your wetness that reached his mouth. Large, calloused hands wrapped around your thighs, making sure they didn’t close and digging into your flesh. Your own hands fisted into the sheets, your ass lifted off the bed, but you could still grind your hips against his face. Soft whines left your lips, nothing compared to the groans Laios was making as he ate you like he didn’t have a three-course meal just an hour ago. You almost wondered if you should tell him to quiet down, afraid of the others hearing, but you were too lost in the pleasure to care.

It was clear to you the closer you got to reaching your peak that Laios wasn’t keen on stopping. And as much as you truly wanted to cum all over his tongue, you thought it was important that you both have this new experience together. It took you a few seconds to finally gather the courage to say something, his tongue feeling too good as he swirled it around your sensitive clit. “Laios,” you called, and then a little louder, “Laios.”

He lifted his head, your juices dripping down his chin. A primal urge made him want to dive back into you, but he controlled himself. His tongue licked at your essence around his mouth, and you shuddered at the sight.

“I want you inside me,” you whispered. “Is that okay?”

“Yes, yes,” he muttered hoarsely, placing your legs so delicately back on the bed, as if they were made of glass. “Of course.” He so desperately wanted to taste you again, but he was even more excited for this, to finally feel something other than his hand wrapped around his cock. You were the first person he ever tasted, but it had been quite a while since he was truly intimate with someone, to slide into someone and feel them clench around him.

As you tugged off your nightgown, Laios began to work at the ties of his pants. But his hands stopped as they came undone, glancing up at you with hesitation. You looked so pretty sitting in the middle of his bed, waiting for him, naked and vulnerable. He felt silly for feeling so self-conscious, especially when you were so beautiful like this.

“Laios,” you cooed, caressing his arm, “there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. And if you don’t want to, then we can stop.”

He almost choked on a laugh. “Trust me,” he replied, “I want to.”

After another beat of stalling, Laios finally stepped out of his bottoms and blushed pink from ear to ear. His cock was … well, it certainly was big. You sympathized with him; if anyone told you something about your body during sex, you would focus on that forever. But there was nothing for him to be embarrassed about. Truthfully, most males would kill to have what he did. His cock was thick and long, a few veins trailing down the shaft, curving up at his pretty red tip that was dripping with precum. You got even more wet just from staring at it, wondering what he would finally feel like inside of you. 

Your mouth opened to say something, anything to make him feel better, but he was already talking: “I need a distraction so I don’t think about you staring at it.” He crawled back onto the bed and between your thighs, immediately pressing his lips to yours. You could taste yourself still on his mouth, and your arms wound around his shoulders instantly. His teeth tugged at your bottom lip, and he asked, “Can I just … ramble about monster facts for a minute?”

You blinked, not expecting that. Laios released your lower lip and sighed, clearly still nervous. “It’ll help me get over this feeling. I swear. Or if you want to stop this, we can. I’ll … I’ll understand –”

“Laios,” you huffed, your mouth pulling back into a sweet smile, “I want you to do whatever makes you feel comfortable.”

“Oh, thank the gods,” he muttered, nuzzling his face back into your neck, placing sloppy kisses. “Did you know that … that harpies almost exclusively have the head of a female human and it is unknown if male harpies exist?”

His voice was muffled against your neck, but you could tell he was desperate and aching. You felt his hard length against your stomach, smearing precum on the exposed skin. “Really?” You breathed out, trying to engage with him but completely failing when he licked a stripe up your neck. A moan escaped your lips.

“There’s also … there’s, uh …” He was struggling to talk now, grasping his cock and giving it a few quick pumps before teasing the head against your dripping wet folds. Your legs instinctively opened wider for him, hoping to whatever gods were out there that you could take his cock. “There also exists a seabird variant of harpies called … called, Sirens. Their wings and  … their – their tail look like a seagull’s.”

You could hardly breathe as you asked, “What else, Laios?”

He began to push inside you slowly, letting you adjust with each inch. “Okay, okay … uh … bicorns … bicorns hate – oh, fuck.” Just the feeling of your tight warmth wrapped around his cock had him biting into your shoulder, like you were the forbidden fruit. He could hardly string together a word, could hardly think, as he sank deeper and deeper into you, his whole body shaking. “Bicorns hate … hate virtue. They prefer – shit – immorality. It is believed that … doing all seven deadly sins will … will allow an individual to approach a bicorn – fuck. Fuck. It feels –”

When he was finally buried to the hilt, all he could do was breathe into your neck. You whined, locking your legs around his waist. The stretch was unbelievable; your walls gripped him like a vice. But it was even better than you could’ve imagined. If you had thought originally that the night would go this way, you would’ve at least brushed your hair. Laios didn’t care though, inhaling the flowery scent as he nosed your pretty strands. You couldn’t even comprehend – whether it be from the stretch of his thick cock inside you or the overwhelming amount of butterflies in your stomach – how you were so lucky to have found him.

Not to mention, you felt even luckier that this wasn’t happening on a cold dungeon floor.

With one hand carding into his hair, you chuckled under your breath, “Had enough of reciting monster facts?”

“Mmhmm …” He groaned, unable to form a sentence. You finally felt him pull back before pushing into you in one fast, deep thrust, making you shiver. Your body was hardly used to feeling this full, but you wanted him so badly that it was humiliating, a pink blush tinting your nose. “You feel so good,” he muttered.

You pulled on his hair, and his head lifted from your neck. His lips were swollen from kissing you. Yours probably looked the same. But that didn’t matter right now as he held your gaze and began thrusting into you a little faster. His eyes were the color of melted gold, flecked with amber and brown, and you felt like you could stare into them forever while he fucked you. Laios lifted one of your legs higher on his waist, but his other hand stayed around your middle, keeping you nestled against him.

“Laios,” you whimpered, feeling him nudge your clit with each roll of his hips. Despite his desperation, his pace was tender and relaxed, making sure you were adjusting to his size. He knew he was big – clearly, it was something he’d been self-conscious about for a while – but the way you were looking at him right now … he’d never felt more at ease, more special. This was all he ever wanted: to be close to someone like this, to find intimacy with someone he had true feelings for. All the other times had been stepping stones, leading to this moment with you, where your warmth enveloped him so nicely and your gaze made him want to cum on the spot.

His hips began to move a little faster, pushing even deeper inside you, as his mouth swallowed your moans in a hungry kiss. Face going hot, you trembled, and his cock pulsed inside you with each pass. Your nails dragged down his shoulder blades, leaving marks for him to examine later, like a predator with its prey. Goosebumps raised on his skin, feeling himself get closer … and closer … and closer. If you kept digging your nails into him like that, he’d surely lose his grasp on reality. But you just felt so good, so warm, and he craved you. Craved you like you were his last meal.

“Laios,” you croaked out when his lips broke from yours, “Laios, are you close?”

He could hardly say anything else but, “Mm …” 

You thought you could get there by now from his tongue teasing you earlier, but you needed a little more friction. Bumping against your clit wasn’t enough. “Okay, okay,” you rambled, reaching down between your legs to touch yourself. “Just hold off for another minute. I’ll get there.”

Laios opened his eyes, realizing what you were doing, immediately envious of your own hand. “No, let me,” he murmured, voice like honey, and found your clit easily. “Then I can taste you on my fingers after.” His excitement made you laugh, which brought a smile to his own lips.

He shifted a little, pulling back so only his tip rested inside you, and fucked back into you at a different angle, one that brushed against your special spot. The stimulation of both your clit and g-spot had your back arching, whimpers slipping out of your lips like a chant.

“Is … this … better?” He asked, panting after each word.

Your voice was strained when you answered, “Y—Yes.”

His balls slapped against the underside of your ass, and he knew how close he was, but all he cared about at this moment was cumming together. He needed to see that look on your face when you reached your peak. He only got to see it a few times, when he lifted his eyes while tasting you, watching the way your lips parted and sweat ran down your forehead.

His fingers rubbed tight circles on your aching clit – knowing exactly what you liked – and you were close. So, so close already. Laios had a way of touching you that felt inquisitive, yet effortless. Like he wanted to learn which spots made you moan the loudest, while also already knowing without even touching you. You grew to like him not just because of his dopey grin, his protectiveness, or his positivity, but also for the way he was willing to learn with you, the way he needed you. And right now, he needed you to cum more than anything.

Tension coiled in your lower abdomen, making you gasp out, “Laios – fuck – Laios, I’m gonna –”

“I know, I know,” he rasped. His pace was nearing on brutal, his whole body shaking as he held off his release for you. “Together. We’ll – together.”

And then, your muscles tighten. You clenched around his cock, and it only took one more thrust against your g-spot to have you falling apart underneath him. You put a hand over your mouth as you cried out, careful of the rest of the party hearing. Your eyes rolled back, his fingers stroking your clit through it, and it all just felt too, too good. Your orgasm went on forever, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over you. As your walls spasmed around his cock, he groaned low, finally spilling into you. His hips stuttered. His mouth gasped for air against your lips, as he felt a ripple of relief from emptying himself inside you. He bit into your shoulder again to muffle his own noises. Your pussy convulsed, milking every last drop, and you were pretty sure you saw stars.

Once the aftershocks hit you both, he slumped against you, breathing in the scent of your hair again. Your fingers traced small circles onto his back muscles, your chest rising and falling with the fast beat of your heart. When his cock went soft inside you, his fingers finally left your clit and he brought them to his mouth. Your eyes were half-lidded as you watched him wrap his lips around his fingers and suck the juices off, moaning at the taste. He looked like an intricate painting; you couldn’t help but admire the sight.

His fingers left his mouth with a wet pop, and he whispered in a voice so soft you almost didn’t hear him, “You just taste so, so good.”

Laios kissed you again, slow and full of affection. You didn’t even care that he was still inside you; you could stay like this forever, pressed into his warm skin. Gods, you liked him so much that you immediately whimpered as his tongue slid into your mouth, and when he shuddered at your fingers on his back … you couldn’t believe you once questioned if he returned your feelings. You had both been so oblivious.

His mouth moved away from yours and he cupped your cheek. He took a moment to memorize the dusting of red across your face, the way your eyes hardly opened after sex, and then said, “Are you hungry? I think we both need a snack. It’s been a long night already.”

You giggled. “You had me at hungry.”

[vainilladollie]

groupie love

pairing ; rapper!chris x newsinger!reader

summary ; you riding chris in the studio after recording something 🧁

warning(s) ; mdni. smut. no protection. established relationship. praising chris. rapper chris makes me cum oki. THIS IS MY SPECIAL, christmas gift, it’s my birthday and I ARRIVED TO 100+ followers 💔💔💔 thanks to all those lil people supporting me yall meant a lot to me and my heart ☹️

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀girl, it's you and i, so who do we trust?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀you and i, 'til the day we die

“there. y’look so pretty ma” chris murmured as his thumb stroked your throbbing clit, his fingers brushing the edges as his thumb went down to caress your needy hole, seemingly in vain, begging for attention. a squeal escaped from your lips as your soft hand with a fresh manicure squeezed chris' shoulder as he looked up, chuckling at the sight of you, your big doe eyes looking up at him, an annoyed pout, you were tired of him playing along. “such a good girl f’me”

chris murmured under his breath as his hand cupped your right thigh and slowly unbuckled his belt, letting you lean against his thigh for a moment, your big eyes looking up expectantly, biting your lip as you waited for him to pull his member out of the confinement of his trousers.

“m’ready” you quickly said, while, chris letting a deep groan, he pulled his cock out, his hand quickly wrapped around it, a ring of pre-cum already forming at the glistening tip, his hand quickly began pumping his cock, spreading the pre-cum, his left hand gently patting your hip, looking you in the eyes. “all yours, baby” he says, lifting you up and pulling you down again, burying his cock deep inside your wet pussy, your gummy walls which immediately received him perfectly.

“oh…oh my god! too big..chris” you squealed softly and closed your eyes a little, letting your arms fall around his neck as you did so.

“c’mon, c’mon, show me everything you got” chris says as the same time he let’s various deep moans against your ear, his hands sliding to grip your lower back, helping you to bounce, his hips moving in time with yours. your soft gasps echoing through the studio, one of chris' hands touching something on the huge keyboard behind you, and the familiar melody began to play. the song you had both finished recording a few minutes ago. he grunted, his fingers digging into your hips as he began to bounce you on his lap, his hard length sliding between your smooth folds. he let his back fall against the studio chair gasping satisfied. “perfect, perfect, i gotchu now baby.” he said watching you painted a lil tired.

he moves his hips sharply, thrusting his thick cock into you. he sets a hard, fast pace, the obscene sound of skin against skin filling the room along with your wanton moans. your nails quickly begin to dig into his back, more motivated, jumping, your soft moans, your back arching as you bounce on his lap, all so synchronised like a perfect melody.

chris' hands quickly grab your hips, stopping your movements before pushing you against the keyboard, pulling your leg up onto his shoulder. this was definitely going to be a long night for both of you.

۫ ꣑ৎ bella little message ; omg, im really really thankful for all the sweet words, and pretty support. i’m slowly trying to be less shy at the moment of writing; this is my christmas present for anyone who reads this, just to tell you, this means a lot for me, mwah, love you, wish you a good new year, good christmas with many good wishes.

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[hema-1999]

I am the eldest brother in my family, and the one responsible for protecting and caring for them. I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders, especially as I watch my younger siblings grow up amidst fear, hunger, and destruction.

Lana, 9 years old; Mohammed, 5 years old; and Mustafa, 4 years old—innocent children who deserve a life of safety and joy, yet their lives have turned into a daily nightmare.

I want to die in Gaza. I don’t care much about my life, but please, don’t make me watch my little siblings die in front of me.

We desperately need your help to evacuate them from this hell. There isn’t much money left to complete their evacuation, and every moment of delay could cost them their lives.

Please donate now and share the campaign. You could be their only hope for survival💔🙏

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #331 )✅️

@nabulsi @fanc @brokenbackmountain @just-browsing-on-the-internet @aleciosun @fluoresensitivearchived @khizuo @schoolhater98 @timogsilangan @appsa @sayruq @malcriada @palestinegenocide @sar-soor @akajustmerry @annoyingloudmicrowavecultist @feluka @tortiefrancis @flower-tea-fairies @tsaricides @riding-with-the-wild-hunt @visenyasdragon @belleandsaintsebastian @ear-motif @kordeliiius @britneyparallax @raelyn-dreams @troythecatfish @theropoda @4ft10tvlandfangirl @queerstudiesnatural @northgazaupdates2 @skatezophrenic @awetistic-things @camgezer @baby-girl-aaron-dessner e@sygold-blog @junglejim4322 @heritageposts @chososhairbuns @palistani123-blog @dlxxv-vetted-donations @illuminated-runas @imjustheretotrytohelp

[pansexual-music-teacher]

★Intro or something like that★

Hi. This blog used to be @mr-aftonnn, but I've decided to change my blog.

Anyways this is now a Mister Demi roleplay blog because he's silly :p

Headcanons ★

- Mister Demi is 32.

- He's Pansexual and Transmasc.

- He's married to Miss Sasha ( @silly-art-teacher )

- His son is Engel ( @engels-ask-blog )

- He's actually extremely protective. Over his family and his students.

- Miss Thavel is his sister.

- He's a bit of a neat-freak, will immediately clean up the smallest mess-

- His favorite students are Engel, Lana, Claire, Abbie and Bubble :3

- Ticklish? Kinda- (Hips are his worst spot-)

- He has a wendigo form.

- Only swears when he's stressed or angry.

- His horns are a melt spot :3

🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶

Rules ★

- No nsfw or suggestive asks.

- Magic anons are allowed, as well as tickle asks, just don't be weird or creepy about it ;-;

- No trying to hurt Mister Demi, even though he really won't be very fazed by your attempts-

- Respect the people I roleplay with, and respect me as well.

- Don't spam in the askbox.

- Respect my headcanons.

- Just have fun!^^

Mister Demi will talk like this

[Mod will talk like this]

Students ★

@askclairefpe @claire-the-silly @engels-ask-blog @ask-lesbian-bubble @lana-and-her-sockpuppets @abbie-appleboy @abbie-the-apple

@oliversoapeater-official @zip-the-chaos-child @3dward-th3-s1lly @ask-edward-fpe

@ask-silly-rabbit @ask-lizzy-fpe

@sk3ll-em0-k1tty @ruby-the-pansexual-robot @riley-crazy-kid @rabies-infested-riley

Other teachers (and principal) ★

@math-teacher-who-loves-oreos @miss-bloomies-science-class @wendigo-language-teacher @ask-miss-thavel @silly-art-teacher @lesbian-history-teacher @kitkatlovingalgebrateacher @best-social-studies-teacher @mrbasils-cookies @principal-grace

Other (Kaaatieverse) ★

@askskary @agethath3silly @ask-miller @viviansmagicshop @official-crazie

Danger AU ★

@danger-ruby @danger-bloomie @danger-abbie @danger-engel @danger-oliverrr @danger-zipster

[lana-and-her-sockpuppets]

📝New intro📝

remade the intro cuz the old one is cringe-

Welcome to RP blog for my favorite sock puppet girl from Fundamental Paper Education :3

Some things on this blog are just headcanons, some are canon. Just a note.

📝Info/Headcanons📝

🧦 Lana is wearing her sock puppets 24/7 (canon)

🧦 She has a struggles with studying, like Abbie, but she manages to handle them positively without being too upset

🧦 She's kinda chaotic at times by nature, but she's actually just a cinnamon roll who LOVES affection

🧦 She's very creative one. She loves making various crafts, and her sock puppets were her best craft so this is why she almost never taking them off anymore

🧦 She's dating Abbie <3 ( @abbie-appleboy )

🧦 She always acts like her sock puppets are alive (just a silly headcanon)

🧦 Her sock puppets are precious to her, and if someone takes them away from her she might cry until she get them back

🧦 She's very friendly, playful and kind, but also extremely protective over the ones she's close with and can get VERY mad if someone hurt her friends (she will use her sledgehammer if someone hurt them-)

🧦 She's pansexual

🧦 She's ticklish :3 (her sides and tummy are her worst spot-)

📝Rules📝

No N$FW is allowed. Mod is a minor, and Lana too.

Don't harass me for my headcanons and what I ship.

Be kind and respectful towards me and other roleplayers please.

Don't force me into roleplaying with you.

Don't spam in the inbox and please be patient if I'm not answering your ask right away since I have other blogs to keep up with.

You can send tickle asks, just don't be weird about it-

Don't try to kill Lana.

🧦 🧦 🧦

About the mod IRL

I'm a bisexual(with a female leaning) and polyamorous girl

I'm a minor

I go mostly by she/her pronouns, but sometimes I'm pretty fine with using any pronouns

I'm into SFW tickling community

🧦 🧦 🧦

"Lana will talk like this."

[Mod will talk like this]

Other FPE(and non FPE) blogs that you should check out :3

@abbie-appleboy @engels-ask-blog @clairewithabow @claire-the-silly @ask-lesbian-bubble @ask-silly-rabbit @ask-lizzy-fpe @that-emo-skell @ruby-the-pansexual-robot @rabies-infested-riley @riley-crazy-kid @oliversoapeater-official @zip-the-chaos-child @ask-edward-fpe @3dward-th3-s1lly

@oreolovingmathteacher @miss-bloomies-science-class @miss-thavelll @mister-demis-ask-blog @silly-art-teacher @lesbian-history-teacher @kitkatlovingalgebrateacher @principal-grace

@danger-abbie @danger-zipster @danger-oliverrr @danger-bloomie @official-crazie @ask-miller @viviansmagicshop @askskary @alice-monstrous-princess

That's all for now. Might update later if necessary. For now, have a good day/night and have fun! ^^

(Mod is @just-cutie-avocado)

The character doesn't belongs to me. The character rightfully belongs to Kaaatie on YouTube/A3DGhost on Twitter(X)

[engels-ask-blog]

Intro

This is a roleplay blog for Engel from FPE (Fundamental Paper Education) :33

He's a silly and fluffy boy and he deserved better-

Headcanons 🪶

🪶 Engel is Pansexual.

🪶 He's also a demiboy :3 (He/Him and He/They)

🪶 He loves mint flavored candy- (silly headcanon)

🪶 Mister Demi and Miss Sasha are his parents.

🪶 Very fluffy, and loves giving hugs.

🪶 He hates Oliver, Zip and Edward (canon)

🪶 He hates ∆lice the most, tho-

🪶 He has a crush on Claire. (Enclaire :3)

🪶 He actually has very sharp teeth.

🪶 Likes bellyrubs.

🪶 He's actually rather ticklish (his thighs are his worst spot-)

🪶 Very protective over his friends.

🪶 His tail wags when he's happy or excited, and goes limp when he's sad or anxious.

🪶 He's autistic :3

🪶 Engel is 16. (So no being weird towards him and no nsfw asks)

Rules 🪶

• Like I mentioned before, No nsfw.

• Don't try to kill or ab*se Engel-

• Don't attack me for my headcanons, or what I ship, I will block you.

• Don't spam-like.

• Please don't harass the people I roleplay with, either.

"This is Engel talking"

[This is mod talking]

Engel's besties ✨

@abbie-appleboy @claire-the-silly @clairewithabow @lana-and-her-sockpuppets

Teachers

@math-teacher-who-loves-oreos @miss-bloomies-science-class @wendigo-language-teacher @silly-art-teacher @lesbian-history-teacher @pansexual-music-teacher @kitkatlovingalgebrateacher

Principal

@principal-grace

Bullies

@oliversoapeater-official @zip-the-chaos-child @3dward-th3-s1lly @edwardthesillydemon

∆lice (I forgot to tag her-)

@alice-monstrous-princess

Others

@sk3ll-em0-k1tty @ruby-the-pansexual-robot @riley-crazy-kid @rabies-infested-riley @danger-abbie @danger-zipster @danger-oliverrr

That's all, for now. Will update this post if necessary.

[myceliacrochet]

Reblog if answer tysm!!!!🥰

Let's help Hanan Mahmoud, her husband, and their three kids (ages 10, 7, and 2) be able to check off those first few ones!!

Hanan is worried sick for her kids.

She shouldn't have to spend what may be her last moments pleading for a crumb of help from gruff strangers in the internet.

Look at this sweet family.

Hanan and her family have lived through so much. They were inside their house in Khan Younis when it got bombed. They escaped with their lives to a displacement camp on the beach. They had a clothing store, but now they have no source of income, and that's not their fault. Nothing of the genocide has anything to do with them.

They need food, clean water, hygiene items, and more protection from the elements and spreading diseases, including polio, hepatitis, and skin infections.

Vetting: @gazavetters #140

Their accounts keep getting deactivated due to racism but this is the most current one I have for them

@celadonwanderer @lavendersfunhouseofbobbles @2024yr @starry-system @cori-randomstuff @sunmooneclipseandstars @sushi-the-kitsune @oinkoinkfeedeepiggy @ydic74the @butchmagicalboi @springacres @tacit-semantics @transformers4palestine @3lawzdef1ant @yourlocalamoeba @chingaderita @radicalhighway @boypussydilf @wyllach @leovaldeeeznuts @my-little-resource-guide @moremorehino @utane-uta-town @avvrat @zuzecadyke @zahratalkaraz @gayos-emerald @elidoesdumb2 @spooperdedooper @the-goofiest-tour-guide @neoneone0 @tiptapricot @rhymeswithpurple9 @funkworms @fantasykiri5 @autechres @kneecapremover @pandycake-blog @soupygremlin @kurtwagnermorelikekurtwagnerd @treesbian @iactuallytryingtolovemyself @kyoukris @thepurevessel1 @meadow-sea @aroacesigma @skricrich-yellowtooth @miluciole

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Flowing Sea

Author's Note: More of Zariel and his brothers in Living Waters AU. Thank you to @sleepyfan-blog for letting me borrow Cedric. Thank you to @kit-williams for letting me borrow Arnault, Roland. Thank you to @egrets-not-regrets for letting me borrow Erriox, Lenora, and Mara, and helping with editing and stuff for this chapter!

Summary: Zariel and his brothers, amongst a temporary warband of brothers have gone to find and rescue Claude from the Clutches of a Grey Knight.

Warnings: Canon typical violence

Past =-= Next

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams,

Tagged continued: @sleepyfan-blog, @whorety-k, @ms--lobotomy @bispecsual @thevoidscreams

Tagged continued: @i-am-a-dragon34, @gra93fruit-blog

It takes a week of tracking and hunting- and magic woven spells to find them. Lana finds Claude first- knowing the shape and feel of his soul and magic much better, having known him for months. Zariel and his brothers had listened to the plans the rest of the Space Marines had come up with and agreed to support them, while also making their own plans and how to survive this encounter.

“Knight of Grey,” Erriox growls out- projecting his voice, using his external vox to get the other’s attention.

He sees the way Claude looks at him- half hopeful, half terrified. The rest of the motley crew of Astartes nearby, the rest of Claude’s brothers were in tactically protected locations, for now at least. Cedric ready with some of the other Apothecaries that they brought- not just for Claude, but should this fight turn on them- to help patch up and pull them back, if need be.

Zariel eyes the poor Scout- his Apothecary training chiming in with the damages and wounds that are visible- and how long it’s going to take to fix the poor boy. He mentally tuts- that’s not how you train a Scout. Well- you could, but it would only breed resentment and terror, would not ensure loyalty and actual obedience and trust in the Scout.

“Warrior of Iron,” The Grey Knight says, eyeing him briefly, waving a dismissive hand, “begone- you are unneeded here. Leave before I decide to kill you.”

“You have Claude- he’s one of my shoal, one of my sons,” Erriox continues, his fins flaring aggressively, “Give him back.”

“This chimeric whelp has no Iron in him,” The Grey Knight says, with a dismissive wave of his hand. Claude flinches and tracks the movement of the Grey Knights hand, curling more in on himself, and pressing more into the floor of the ocean.

“That doesn’t matter,” Erriox retorts, “I have claimed him as mine, and you shall return him.”

“Or what?” The Grey Knight says with a sneer in his voice, “it’s not like you can defeat one such as I.”

“Not on my own,” Erriox says, grudgingly, “But I and my Champions will find a way to defeat you. How much blood and pain you suffer, depends on how stubborn you are in returning my son Claude to me.”

“I doubt all of you together could beat me,” The Grey Knight says, the dismissive sneer returning to his voice.

“How about we make a wager?” Zariel says slyly. “If we manage to take Claude from you in this battle of arms and might, we get to keep him. Should you manage to keep him from all of us, then… we will have to back off for a time.”

“How long would I have to defend the whelp from your pathetic attempts?” The Grey Knight asks, for some reason, he wants to humor these impudent lesser astartes. It’s been a while since he’s had a challenge. Perhaps they might even be amusing.

“Four hours,” Zariel says, “A battle for four hours, or until one of us manages to steal Claude from you.”

About the length of a sleep cycle- very well, The Gray Knight has been in battles for far longer and with far worse odds and has succeeded. He hums a little, “very well then.”

“Let's start in, 3, 2, 1,” Zariel says, almost singing a song- mostly to annoy the Grey Knight.

They had allowed Erriox to be the spokesperson for the group- as Claude was his son that had been stolen. And Also the Iron Warrior and not-so-slowly been losing his mind the longer it has taken to find and rescue Claude from the clutches of the Gray Knight. 

Zariel is glad that the Scout-ling is still alive- if badly damaged. Jophiel had confided that Claude could be stubborn about things, and didn’t like using his Psykery. Which was understandable- it’s a dangerous gift that if it’s not done properly could have catastrophic consequences.

There had been a wealth of information given to him by Jophiel, Cedric, Catius and Ramiel about this Gray Knight- and they’d briefly mentioned a lesser threat, a Petras- or something like that. They will have to deal with that as well- but from the way Roland and Arnault had reacted, they were going to watch what the Older Black Templars do to that one with cackling commentary.

It's really fun to watch Black Templars tear into a bitch, so long as it wasn’t you or yours. Dramatic, loud, and expressive. Which is interesting, for Sons of Dorn can be, and are Stoic and difficult to parse out, unless their tempers are roused- then they have a volcanic fury that can topple star systems in a blink of an eye.

They focused more on the Gray Knight, who has kidnapped poor Claude- but they will circle back to that Petras person and get more information from the boys about that person and how dead, or something else that person needed to be.

Zariel makes sure to focus on the present- a battle is starting and he can’t be distracted by fascinating information that was tantalizingly dangled in front of him. He has a Known Threat in front of him to deal with. Perhaps after this the Primaris Squad will be more trusting, or willing to trust them after rescuing their brother-cousin from the clutches of a personal Nightmare of theirs.

Arnault is the first to charge in, making sure his sword is chained to his hand as he and Roland Charge forth, swift and fierce. They will deal with the reveal that Claude is also a Witch at a later point in time. Being Warp-cursed could happen spontaneously and it’s not the poor boy’s fault that he was in the clutches of an uber-witch and likely tortured, and was told it was ‘training’.

The Grey knight raises his glowing blade and blocks their attacks, and the rest of them swarm the giant silver and gold colored bastard. The battle is fierce, there are almost a dozen of them, against one opponent. It should be more favorable to the many, versus the one, but the boys weren’t kidding when they said that Grey Knights are comparable in might to a Fucking Custodes.

The next two or so hours are a blur- even with their own stamina and strength, fighting against this ghastly opponent who wielded physical and psychic might aplenty was really difficult. Cedric and one of the other Apothecaries has already dragged several of the Iron Warriors out of the fray, frantically tending to their critical wounds. The Grey Knight is going after the Chaos and Renegade Space Marines for the kill or crippling blows first.

While the Gray Knight is thoroughly distracted by an onslaught from three of the Black Templars- Ramiel wielding his- Tempermortis, finally able to get into position to activate it. The flow of time slows around the Grey Knight, allowing them room to breathe and fight more swiftly the glowing bastard in fancy armor.

Zariel sneaks around the edges of the battle, he and the rest of the Alpha legionaries are not close combat, or long range combat specialists. Their field of battle is in subterfuge and weakening the enemies through political chaos and intrigue, not this kind of fighting. He finds where Claude is curled in on himself. Heavily wounded and slowly, slowly trying to move himself away from where the Gray Knight had tossed him. Good lad- trying to help them, by trying to get out of the bastard’s side of the battle field.

“Hey,” Zariel hisses, Claude whirls to face him, eyes wide and slightly off-coloured- but Psykery can change the color of a person’s eyes briefly while in use, so he might be trying to use it, “Stop that- I’m trying to get you out of here. One of the ways we could win is grabbing you and getting you out of here. I can move you faster.”

He reaches out a hand- as much as he wants to lunge forward and drag the Scout with him. As badly hurt as he currently is, trying to grab and drag him without the other agreeing to his aid will be difficult as Claude is really large and his thrashing will gain the notice and wrath of the Gray Knight. Claude looks hesitant, but between him- and looking towards where the Gray Knight and the rest of the rescue force are, something flickers, and resolve set in his face and hesitantly he reaches out and grabs Zariel’s hand.

Zariel feels something warm spread through his hearts and mind at Claude’s touch, he’s pleased that Claude is finally giving him some sort of trust as he swiftly pulls him in close and tugs one of Claude’s arms around his shoulder and he securely hikes the youngster up into a fireman’s carry.

Then he moves as fast as he can, aiming towards the sky and activating his Flight ability as he calls out, “Lana, Zenaid, Lenora!!”

They fly towards him, and light up when they see who he’s got, although quickly are worried by how wounded he looks. The harpies fly down to meet Zariel up in the middle to help grab Claude- and fly him away from the battle.

[kimmiessimmies]

OC Evolution

I was tagged to do this by @eljeebee. Thank you! ❤️

I picked my darling James, because, I mean, of course I did, and we start in Simyear 02, real time 2012, when I started my WordPress blog and took pictures of my lovelies for the first time. And let me tell you now, you're not ready for this... To protect you I put it under a read-more...

Are you sure you want to see this? Really? Okay... (I'm sorry, James...)

Moving on!

Told you...

This was before decent eyebrows, before any type if replacement defaults and before I knew how to take proper pictures and let's face it, it's a CAS shot! Those are awful by definition... But I didn't know any better. James is 17 in this picture (and see, he's always been slightly cross-eyed)

James's next "profile picture" is taken in real time 2017. I'm sure there was one in the meantime, but I seem to have lost it.

Next is not a profile picture, but definitely evolution: James' tattoo!

This is James in June 05, after graduating high school. He's 20 years old in this picture and these were the times when he was really partying hard, sleeping around and acting smug (it's all an act, it's all a cover).

And my graphics weren't great in these days...

Then we move on to recently:

Musical notation as a heatbeat. Could anything be more James?

And yay, shirtless photo!

This is 2023 for me, and October 06 for James. He's 21 years old in this picture. Before the hairstyle change.

2023 for me, September 07 for James: 22 years old.

Growing his hair was something James wanted for a long time, but he always hesitated because his hair gets wavy when it's longer, and he's always been scared it would make him look too feminine. But I think it suits him. 😊

James wanted me to add this picture too, because this is his personal favourite. 😉

This was fun, thanks for tagging me, Lana!

[simplegenius042]

Tattoo Tag and Musical Name Tag

Tagged by @shallow-gravy for "spell out url with songs" tag game and @g0dspeeed @chazz-anova and @inafieldofdaisies for the tattoo tag game.

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @adelaidedrubman @direwombat @snake-in-the-garden @a-rose-in-a-garden-of-weeds @strafethesesinners @strangefable @josephseedismyfather @josephslittledeputy @vampireninjabunnies-blog @voidika @poisonedtruth @cassietrn @wrathfulrook and @henbased + anyone else who wishes to join.

Answers to tattoo questions for Silva Omar below:

Does your OC have any tattoos? If not, do they want any?

Silva does! Around two and later a third.

How does your OC act while they’re getting a tattoo? Do they grit their teeth and deal with the pain, do they need something to hold onto while getting inked, ect.?

Silva's tolerance to pain is high. Not to mention getting a tattoo is not the worst pain Silva has dealt with.

Would your OC ever get a face or hand tattoo?

It would take a lot of convincing for the face and she'd have to see the designs. Hand tattoos are an absolute no... the scars are very sensitive to touch (often why Silva wears gloves... to protect her hands).

List any of their tattoos/prospective tattoos below. Feel free to add any meaning they may have

First tattoo a symbol of her status as a part of the Tumultite community (and the very few alive); a small simplistic design of a sword and a shield which rests on the right side of her right shoulder

The second tattoo is a homage to her first daughter, Persephone, who was really obsessed with planes; a small airplane going around in circles that rests somewhere on her left forearm.

Third tattoo she gets in the New Dawn arc and expresses her love for Faith and their daughters. I won't go into too much detail (because I haven't found an exact design), however I will say it has something to do with her and Faith's relationship, and will be somewhere on her right side (near her heart).

Now lets spell my url with songs!

S - Stronger (What Doesn't Kill You) by Kelly Clarkson

I - I Can't Decide by Scissor Sisters

M - Meant to Be by Bebe Rexha (feat. Florida Georgia Line)

P - People Like Us by Kelly Clarkson

L - Life is Fun by TheOdd1sOut (feat. Boyinaband)

E - Enemy by Imagine Dragons x J.I.D

G - Ghost by Confetti

E - East of Eden by Zella Day

N - Never Be the Same by Camila Cabello

I - I'll Be There for You by The Rembrandts

U - Unstoppable by The Score

S - Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Rey

0 - N/A

4 - 4Ever by The Veronicas

2 - N/A

[devilmademewriteit]

meet the freak (point and laugh)

hi everyone I’m being a grown up and setting my blog up for realz so here’s a meet the author typa beat thing

who I am

A 21 year old French-Canadian Sagittarius, baby! queer, ashkenazi, doing an English major, hopefully a future lawyer. Big feminist (despite what my writing might consist of LOL). I write songs, too! I got adhd and ocd and love to talk about them so hit the inbox if you ever want to chat about that xx

I started writing music and fiction at ten. I’m on tumblr to share my depraved ideas and to practice my authorial skills:-)

what I like

Lana motherfucking Del Rey, Stevie Nicks, SZA, Lucy Dacus, Rihanna, Heart, shirts that show off my rack. Margaret Lawrence and Margaret Atwood and a lot of gender theory. Drunk Dancing. I’m a big fan of moral philosophy (John Stuart Mill and Krenshaw are my favs) and ecocriticism — I’m writing my honours thesis on indigenous ways of knowing, particularly in connection with anti-humanist narratives centering non-human species (I love magpies and mother trees). Canadian humour and Canadian wildlife. Oh — I also love a good em-dash. DILFS.

Favourite movies: Pride & Prejudice (with Kiera, the best of the best), the Shawshank Redemption, Hairspray, Waiting for Guffman, Les Intouchables, Avatar I and II, Revenge of the Sith and Return of the Jedi, the original Halloween and Scream, and The First Avenger.

Favourite Shows: Supernatural, Parks N Rec, Narcos & The Last of Us, the Boys, Arrested Development, Call My Agent, Rupaul’s Drag Race, and so many more I lose track.

what I don’t like

Real person fic, slow talkers, capitalism, and Leonardo Dicaprio. Militarism, imperialism, and colonialism. Rhubarb. Friends (the show) and Heidegger. TERFs (all transphobes, really), and artists who don’t reblog other artist’s work. HUMANISM. Men who take credit for women’s ideas. The gender binary. Honestly, I could go on forever. Feel free to give me ideas.

what I write

For now, dark fic involving Pedro characters & dark fic about Soldier Boy from the Boys. Might be more later on, but that’s it for now.

what I won’t write

Overly specific requests (it’s always going to be reader insert so don’t ask me to use your name or defining characteristics), anything related to feet or bodily fluids beyond cum LOL, real person fic (yes, that includes Pedro, he is a person), and fandom cross-overs.

Generally, I’m slow on requests — this isn’t because I don’t like or won’t write your kind of request, it’s just because I’m a gal who works 2 jobs and has a full course load, and I have a lot of my own fics in the works.

what you can send me in my inbox

Any and all thoughts (but please don’t trauma dump or send me hate lol). Suggestions, requests, accolades, song requests, questions you may have about myself or about my interests! Feel free to leave fic recs in there, too.

I’m a sensitive gal so if my work revolts or triggers you, please just block me and move along. I have so many warnings about my content — please heed them and protect yourself.

I’ll probably add more to this later on, but that’s all I can think of for now.

Kisses,

-em<3

[twin-chains]

Current LOZ Projects

Twin Chains (the big one, on hiatus):

My Links Meet AU <3 with two chains of heroes traveling parallel to one another but unaware of each other’s existence. One group is more skilled in fighting monsters while the other is more adept at puzzle solving, but both come with their own unique sets of issues to work through. Will they ever meet?

Tears of the Hero (fic on my main, editing ch. 3 now):

Totk Roleswap AU where Zelda goes on a journey through Hyrule to chase sinister rumors of her missing fiance, Link. Along the way, she works to solve the kingdom’s arising problems and develops her divine powers with a little ancient help.

Zelda, A Fashion Fairytale (started as a meme, writing ch. 1 now):

A Hyrule Warriors AU Zelda travels to Hytopia and helps Impa save her small village by revitalizing the once famous Triforce Boutique. Together with the owner, Lana, the two travel across lands to seek out new designers and host a fashion show to raise money to protect the village.

Tomodachi Zelda (blog)

I recently made a Tomodachi Life island for LOZ characters. Most of the miis are modelled (to the best of my ability) after designs from different fan comics and AUs that I really like. I'm also making TC characters there too because it's fun. I made the blog for stress relief so don't expect anything crazy, it just posts silly island updates of random things the miis say or do.

[uroborosymphony]

Discussing verses.

I'm beyond satisfied with my the verses on this blog. As in, with four verses I get four universes that are so different and each one feels incredible complete. Especially thanks to the amazing plots with amazing roleplayers, all the verses feel so alive and I can't wait to keep on writing them, keep on developing them and plotting more and more! I've completed their bios by adding connection pages and aesthetics boards for each.

Ilana, verse 1, the songstress.

I'm happy I brought ilana back and revamped her, focusing her bar singing and her motherhood makes so much sense to this muse. She is unstable for sure but is very loved and her plots mainly revolve around getting in troubles yet sticking together with muses that are equally struggling, I like that and her relationship with her daughter is so dear to me. I used to write ilana as a very Lana Del Rey universe woman, very dependent on her love and passion for Men and being loved by them. I got utterly disappointed by the ships that came with this verse so I dropped them and re routed the muse. Now I'm satisfied she found the real love of her life : her daughter. What I want to write more with her :

More of her music / More threads with her daughter / Going deeper into what she did to have a criminal record and why she's hand tied with the bad side of the city - I want to dig into her secrets.

Quinn, verse 2, the vigilante.

Quinn's universe is THE crime universe of my dreams to me. There is this obsessive amazing layered love she shares with her partner in crime Taiyang, and I'm amazed by how they have an entire universe built with their gang, the underground life, their dream as vigilantes. This verse feels bottomless in terms of possibilities and connections. I'm also getting to know her, she's a toough girl with her walls up but with a good heart until she's not fully corrupted. Intimidating yet caring. Severe but tender. It's truly the muse I can connect with everyone else's because she's very versatile. With Quinn I soon want to write more of :

A game she would play with the police by taking the take identity of a fake junior detective to protect her gang / The evolution of her undiagnosed schizophrenia / Her relationship with her mother (who's in psych) / To develop friendships! I want Ara to have friends / To develop allies and enemies on the underground scene / To develop how her morals will twist from wanting justice to wanting to punish / Whispers Taiquinn's crime wedding yall invited

Calista, verse 3, the immortal.

Calista's universe is the most mind bending to me. It's supernatural meets modern times, with this possibility to write the epic past, the adventures of the present, and the apocalyptic future she's going to cause. Yes, she's powerful, she's maniac and insane, she's That malefic bitch however suicidal and obsessed with her own end to the point I get to go really deep with her, it gets philosophical. Grand questions about life and death, immortality. What I want to write more with her :

The past with all the cool plots I have for her involving the Witch War it's fucking amazing / Different sides of her softer sides of her as yes she's a warrior and a ruthless one but there are people she cares about even tho she's the opposite of an empath / Fights! I want to write epic fights with her she's a warrior after all and a swordfighter / The future verse in a an apocalyptic setting after she casts powers from the God it would be mind blowing

- I'm realizing the Witch War was quite something. Calista exterminating witches for centuries. I'm wanting to write a witch on my multimuse blog, from a powerful bloodline Calista had great battles with, using Kiko Mizuhara as fc. It can take life if anybody is interested / has witche muses!

Ruby, verse 4, the nine tailed fox.

I'm finally using my Gumiho/Kitsune verse more and I'm loving how with other muses we're writing in this yokai/anime like/folklorish world, it's very gentle and summerlike. I think Ruby is my softest verse so far, I usualluy write Bad Girls, Ruby can be one too but she does have a lot of empathy for humans, she wants to be human yet has to absorb their vital energy to survive, it's conflictual. What I want to write more with her :

I want her to understand her origins better as she has been casted out by other Gumihos she's unaware of everything she can do and her place in this world / More adventures with other yokai and supernatural entities / Her less pretty side, her appetite, her using humans to sustain herself even though she said she would not / Her losing her shit too due to this hunger she cannot control

More verses? Verse 5?

I had a verse 5, the Lady of Tjelra, that I deleted due to the inactivity of the attached plots. I think starting now if I do create new verses it will with other muns so we can truly build something for the verses. I also use different hair color for each verse of some noticed, it's a little amusing and somehow helps make a real difference between each. If I were to add another verse and have a verse 5 again, it would be the pink haired one. I for now have enough on my plate but just a thought. She's giving me dark fairy, she's giving me siren, she's giving me nymph, she's giving me priestess. She's giving me ancient magic, she's giving me dystopic feelings. As her name, Sybille or Pandora.

[urmumsgyatt]

Hello dear,My name is Lana, I’m 20 years old, and I’m a student from Gaza.🍉🍉 The war didn’t just take my home; it took our safety and stability. We now live in a torn tent, without enough food or water, surrounded by the fear of death every single day. The rain seeps through, and we don’t even have proper shelter to protect us from the cold.

Despite the pain and destruction, my university has decided to resume classes, and I’ve been given a chance to continue my education. But I can’t afford the fees. My father lost his job, and we’re on the edge of despair.

We are dying here. Every day is a fight for survival. Please, even a small donation of $5 could be the reason I can survive and keep my dream of education alive.

Your donation isn’t just help, it’s hope in the midst of darkness. The link is in my bio. Thank you for your kind hearts.🙏🙏 ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

i can’t donate unfortunately, but i’ll post this on my blog so more people could see.

Please donate to Lana and help her survive the genocide in Palestine!!

[movingwine]

So I decided to end @ask-lana-star-a-night.

And I honestly don't wanna pretend like this is a big loss.. Let's be honest here: I am a mess of a person. Never got to fully get used to having a schedule like everyone else. And if having a schedule means I gotta force my ADHD/Autistic ass to do the same thing even if I've grown out of drawing said thing, then I'd rather just take my own time. This isn't working. I believe the blog actually never worked in the first place..

But, for the very few 27 people who used to view it, here's some lore dump:

Lana Star-A Night is the lost daughter of Dalia Night and Galacta Knight. She was born 23 years ago in Warrior Memorial before her parents were forced to send her to Star Grass (a town on the South frontier of Whispy's Woods inhabited by humanoid lizards) to protect her from Dalia's abusive family. Her mother unfortunately died after sending her away, and her father was resealed before he could solve any more of this problem.

She was adopted by Janice Treeko and Randy Poker, a married couple of old lizards who used to be gardeners. 5 years after being adopted an outbreak of mysterious goo creatures began to devour every single citizen in that town with only Lana remaining. This brought her to start learning how to survive on her own by a very young age, and thankfully she didn't need to do it all alone for long.

A few months after turning 16 years old, she met Billy, a piece of Dark Matter who was taken care of by Dalia's spirit and sent to accompany Lana on her time in Star Grass. The only reason Lana didn't leave is that because at the same time that she could just run away, the problem in the town would still be around, so she promised to stay until all those creatures were exterminated.

Meanwhile Dalia, refusing to give up her efforts to protect her daughter from the cruelties of her family, stayed around as an invisible spirit to protect Lana despite the gods of death also being on her tail for going against their laws. Her objective is to not only protect Lana, but also to find Galacta Knight and take revenge on her mother: Tourmaline Night, the leader of the Night's Mansion and its cult of Puffball Supremacy.

A few months after meeting Billy, she met Cherry Pastelle Dee, a girl coming from a town of pink-colored Waddle Dees called Rosé Town. Both her and Lana became girlfriends in quite a short time, and even despite that they were really close to each other, even if Cherry's parents weren't accepting of their relationship. However one night Cherry almost died to one of those creatures, making Lana so guilty and confused she decided to break their romantic relationship. Even after that, Cherry Dee vows to help Lana when she needs the most. Now she sells natural goods while frequently visiting Lana.

Finally, after several years, the creatures were exterminated and Lana got the means to move out of Star Grass and pursue a better life. It didn't matter if Billy followed her. She moved to Cappy Town and began to live her so awaited comfortable life, striving to become a musician and a DJ. Her adventures include meeting Meta Knight, Kirby, Tiff, Tuff and her family, and many other people we all know and love.

A little bit about Dalia and The Night's:

Dalia is the daughter of Tourmaline Tekko Night and Taurus Kint Night. Ever since she was very young, she strove to fight against the problematic and dangerous beliefs of the Night's family cult, said beliefs being that Puffballs are the superior race, and should take their place as leaders of Popstar. Dalia is known to be the most rebellious of the mansion, rarely being followed by her older cousin Martha Oville Night due to said cousin's strength and perseverance not being as great as Dalia's. One night after becoming an adult, Dalia planned on summoning and fighting Galacta Knight so she would be worthy of leaving the mansion's territory and perform a plan to fight against Tourmaline. However, that plan strikes back and both her and Galacta Knight are forced to fly away to avoid being caught by the cultists.

During the time they spent together, they built a relationship of trust and love, leading to them having Lana. But as said before, they were found by Tourmaline and were forced to escape again. Lana was sent to Star Grass, Dalia was burned ablaze, and Galacta Knight was resealed.

If you have anything else you'd like to know, leave an ask to this blog, for the official ask blog will be deleted once this post is made. Thank you for enjoying what I made, but it wasn't working for me. I apologize.