#like fair enough but I have no idea what part of my writing indicated that I did anything BESIDES hurting Andres specifically LOL

[satorusugurugurl]

If this request makes you uncomfortable or isn’t something you want to write, I apologize and please ignore my request!

Heyy! I was wondering if I could request a satoru x reader x Suguru smut? With like, some bdsm mixed in yk. Tying reader up, satoru is a tease, and likes to make her squirm and ask questions he know she can’t answer because Suguru is fucking her throat. But Suguru is mean. Mean and tougher than satoru. He tells satoru to stop being so gentle with you, that not only do you deserve rough treatment but you like it. And satoru listens to him, of course. I just want them to run through me like a train😞

Also same mean geto anon (again lol) I’m gonna just sign off w an emoji now :3 -🍭

Hi Anon!

This isn't my cup of tea, it's my FUCKING jam!!

Summary: Gojo and Geto had been on a two-week-long mission, which hadn't gone as smoothly as Suguru wanted. He was pent-up and frustrated. So, of course, Gojo called you to warn you it might not be a good idea to come over. You, of course, did not heed his warning. The second you get home, you realize that you were screwed.

Word Count: 3,706

Warnings: BDSM, rough sex, oral sex, so much sex, degradation, teasing, the smuttiest of smut

A/N: Good God, Satoru x Reader x Suguru is my weakness!! I put my whole heart into this. Geto Suguru, teacher AU, is my kryptonite!

Part Two

She Likes it Like That

“Y/N babe,” Gojo said in a hushed whisper, “you probably shouldn't come home tonight.”

You cocked an eyebrow, looking away from the first year's training. “I'm sorry, did you just tell me not to come home. . .to our apartment?” The world ‘our’ came out like acid.

Gojo sighed overdramatically. “Don't say it like that. I'm trying to save you! Suguru is in such a bad mood.” You listened to him walking around. “I sighed out loud when I noticed the last of my mochi was gone. Fuck you for that, by the way, and do you know what he said to me?” You pinched at the bridge of your nose, waiting for the rant to continue. “He told me to shut the fuck up! For sighing!”

“What did you do to piss him off? Oh, and just an FYI, I bought you more mochi, asshole.”

“Oh—” silence, “thank you-I’m sorry, please don't return it.”

“Satoru! Forget about the mochi. What happened to Sugu?”

The mission your partners were sent on did not go as planned. Their hotel had flooded; it was not like they had time to consider sleeping. The higher-ups sent them to an abandoned mountainside village full of cursed spirits. Poor Suguru had to swallow dozens for nearly two weeks. Gojo had enough; he couldn't stand the pained expression on his face as he gagged the last spirit down. So he decided to Hollow-Purpled the entire village.

The second they got back, the higher-ups scolded the hell out of them. Chastising them, complaining that they didn't do a good enough job. After all their hard work, the time they spent away from home, from you. Those bastards dared to complain about their hard work. It sent Suguru into a terrible mood, one that was bound to end with either a fight or someone getting fucked into the mattress.

One thing about Suguru was that when he was pissy, things felt out of his control. He needed to take control back. Which meant he wanted to have sex. He would be rough, really rough, tying either you or Satoru up, not letting you go until he had calmed down. Or if one of you was fucked too stupid to continue, his eyes focused on the other that wasn't tied up.

“So please, just stay with Ieiri tonight. I'm going to lock myself in my room. Last time he was this pissed off, the both of us were so sore we couldn't move.”

“Ugh, fuckin’ whatever.” This whole situation wasn't fair. You hated how your boyfriends were mistreated.

“Yeah, just stay the—oh, hi Suguru.” There was a shuffling in the background. “No, I wasn't talking shit.” Satoru nervously laughed. “Look, Sugu—no, put down the rope—”

“Toru?” Panic for your boyfriend sank into your stomach.

“Hey! Wait a second—Sugu—”

Before any other indication of what was happening came through the receiver, the other line cut off. So you quickly yelled to the students you had to leave and took off. By the time you made it, you were breathless from running and realized that in your panic, you left your keys at work.

You picked up the spare key hidden under the doormat. Just as you were about to unlock the door, it flew open. You slowly blinked, looking up at a very irritated Suguru. The man radiated gloom and tension. He was in his sweatpants, and his hair was tied in a messy bun, and, dear God, he looked pent up.

“Why the fuck are you using the spare key?”

“I-I uh—”

“Ooooh~ there she is~!” a hand gently rested against Suguru’s shoulder as Satoru peered down at you from behind your dark-haired boyfriend. “There's our girl!”

It only took a moment to see that Satoru mirrored Suguru’s frustration and anger. Oh fuck. The key fell from your hand as you took a step back. Suguru was demanding and rough when he was pent up. Satoru, on the other hand, was a tease. He liked pushing you, making you cry. Both of them being in a pissy mood simultaneously, this was a nightmare for you.

“Y-You, I thought you were in trouble!”

“Oh yeah, no.” Suguru’s soured face slowly twisted into a smirk as Satoru licked his lip. “But you~?” Suguru’s hand darted out, grabbing you by the front of your shirt, preventing you from moving further back. “You're royally fucked.” Before you even had a chance to respond, Suguru and Satoru grabbed you, yanking you inside.

“Awe~” Satoru hummed as he trailed his kiss up the bare thighs he lay between. “Look at you~ trying to clamp your thighs shut.” Gojo’s fingers were buried deep inside of you. Finger fucking you to the edge of yet another orgasm he would deny. “But you can't, can you~? Suguru’s got you all tied to the bed, spread out for us to use you.” A muffled moan escaped you. “Huh? What was that princess? You gotta use your big girl words.” Satoru tilted his head, cupping his free hand around the back of his ear. “Oooh! That's right, you can't talk when getting your throat fucked.”

You gagged as Suguru's cock hit the back of your throat. He was quiet, his eyes shut in concentration. He looked so fucking hot, so focused on the feeling of your mouth. Sweat was beading on his forehead as he pulled in and out of your mouth, grunting softly as you hollowed your cheeks. But the more Satoru spoke, the more Suguru knitted his eyebrows.

“I bet you want me to stuff your pussy, too, don't you~? You want to be spit-roasted between your two boyfriends?” Your pussy twitched at his words. “Oooh~!! Your cunt just twitched. Is that what our sweet girl wants—”

“Satoru,” Suguru snarled, “shut the fuck up.”

“Well, excuse the fuck out of me. Y/N likes it when I tease her.”

Suguru tsked, pulling his thick cock out of your mouth. You gasped and coughed, spit and precum coating your chin. Between your pants and the gasps for air, Suguru went to what you thought would be a head pat. Instead, his fingers tangled in your air with a hard yank, pulling you up to look down at Satoru. His face was flushed, cerulean eyes wide as he looked between his two partners.

“Look at the fucking slutty face she's making.” The grip on your hair tightened. “You think she looks like this because of your pitiful teasing?” A shaky moan escaped you as he tightened his grip harder. “No, she looks like this because this little slut likes it rough.”

Fuck, you wanted more, to run your hands over Suguru’s arms, to grip his cock, urging him to keep fucking your throat. You were desperate to trap Satoru's head firmly between your thighs, forcing him to kiss and lick your clit. Instead, you weakly tugged at the purple restraints tied to both your wrists and ankles. Suguru had set up the rigging underneath the mattress, making it impossible for you to move. Meaning if you wanted his cock back in your mouth or Satoru’s tongue inside of you, you had to wait for them.

What made it more frustrating was the fact that you were completely bare. Not allowing you to hide the way your body reacted to Suguru’s dirty words. He was telling the truth. And the truth was behind your body's reactions. Gojo could see it in the way your tight entrance clenched around his fingers. He could feel your pussy drip around him, your wetness running down his knuckles. Suguru was right; you did like it; no, like wasn't the right word.

You fucking loved it.

Suguru could see the wheels turning in Satoru’s head as his eyes glittered with lust and excitement. “Satoru~ do you finally see it?~” The way Suguru purred his name had Satoru’s cock throbbing. “You see why she came home, even though she knew she’d get fucked?”

“Yeah, yeah, she's a fucking slut.”

“Yeah, she is.” A sharp tug on your head made you yelp. Suguru grinned, cocking an eyebrow at you. “You want it rough? Want me to fuck your throat so hard you cry, pretty girl?”

“Y-Yes, please.”

Gripping his cock at the base, Suguru slapped his thick meat against your cheek. “That's a good girl. Now open up.” slowly, you opened your mouth to him. Watching your tongue slip out had his tip angry, throbbing red. “Now,” he smeared the beading precum over your bottom lip, “say ah~.”

“Ahh~” The second that sound left your pretty mouth Suguru shoved his cock in your mouth. Your eyes stung as tears filled your eyes.

Satoru’s fingers had stopped their slow movements inside of you. His mouth was dry as he gulped. Suguru had been rough before, but this was a whole new level. His thick fingers wrapped around your Y/H/C hair, holding your head in place. His hips pull back before slamming forward, his ass clenching with the force of each thrust. Blue eyes slowly trailed over to your face. Your eyes were red, big tears slowly down your cheeks, and your throat was fucked. Satoru swore he could see Suguru’s tip bulging in your slender neck.

This was fucking hot. Suguru’s bare back glittered in the low light of the bedroom, a sheen of sweat beaded over his toned muscles. It was like watching a god fuck a mortal Suguru radiated a dominating power as he watched their girlfriend choke and gag on his cock. Satoru’s cock was so hard it fucking hurt. Reaching down, he wrapped his hand around his throbbing shaft, jerking it slowly as he leaned down, kissing and nipping at your inner thighs.

The gentle kisses had you sighing contently around Suguru’s cock. Looking over his shoulder, Suguru sighed as he watched Satoru. His pink tongue was stuck out, gently teasing your damp folds. The sensation had you sighing around his dick, and that was not what he needed right this fucking second. Suguru wanted more; he needed it to relieve the tension in his shoulder. But that relief, the release he needed, wouldn’t happen, with Satoru teasing you like he loved to do.

“Satoru,” Suguru's voice was rough, “I just told you Y/N likes it rough.”

“Uh-huh~” Satoru’s voice was muffled as his face buried in your pussy, making you whine around the cock buried in your mouth.

“You’re not being rough enough.” Satoru pulled back, making you whine in protest. “Oh, I’m sorry. Do you want to come down here and eat Y/N’s pussy while I get my dick sucked?”

“No.” The cocky smile that was beginning to form on Satoru’s face was suddenly gone as Suguru reached his free hand down, wrapping his fingers in soft white hair. “I want you to fucking eat her cunt out like you fucking hate her.” Your eyes rolled back as Satoru was slammed back down into your pussy. The moan that left his mouth vibrated just right against our clit, making you cry out. “Ah~ fuck yes.” Your cries vibrated around Suguru’s cock, just the way he wanted. “That’s it, Satoru, keep it up.”

“Mmmmph.” Finally, having a picture of how Suguru wanted him to act, Satoru found himself motivated. Again, it might be because his boyfriend was tugging and pulling at his sensitive hairline. Yeah, that was motivating him. Fuck you like he hated you, he could do that. He was just as pent-up as Suguru was.

Fingers slammed inside your pussy, fucking in and out of your tight hole with a force and speed that had you crying out in pleasure. Your moans felt so fucking good, and the more you opened your mouth to cry, the deeper Suguru fucked your throat. He hit the back over and over again, his hand pressing firmly against Satoru’s head, pushing him harder against your clit. The two of you moaned while your mouths were being used; the sounds of whimpers, squelches, and gagging were like a symphony to Suguru’s ears.

Out of all the ways for him to relieve his stress, this was by far his favorite.

“Hah—fuck keep that up, Satoru, bring her right to the edge, then stop. I want her cumming with both of us inside of her. Fucking her so rough she has to call out of work tomorrow and Friday.” The thought of that had you pulling on your restraints. “Oooh oh, you like that? You like knowing the two of us will make sure you can’t walk or talk tomorrow?” Your muffled moans were quickly molded into gags as Suguru roughly fucked your face. “Yeah, you fucking do, you nasty little slut.”

Your mind was spinning as you felt yourself climbing closer and closer to your orgasm. The room was so hot and reeked of sex. It was all you could do not to allow yourself to cum right then and there. Satoru could feel it, the way your little swollen clit throbbed against his tongue, how your walls clamped down on his fingers. He wanted to send you over the edge. He was close to following you as he fucked his hips helplessly into the mattress, wishing it was your wet pussy instead.

One orgasm wouldn’t hurt, would it? You had been so good to them, allowing the duo to drag you into the house, strip you in the entryway, and tie you to the bed. Plus, on top of all that, they had left you alone for two weeks. You had to rely on that stupid vibrator Suguru insisted on allowing you to keep. That stupid toy was nothing compared to his tongue. Which was probably why he was bringing you to a mind-blowing orgasm in under three minutes.

Yeah, he was going to let you cum.

Curling his fingers up into your g-spot, Satoru fucked you as fast as his wrist would allow. Suguru instantly knew what was happening. From the way your eyes shut to how loud you were moaning around him, you were seconds away from cumming. If he was in a better mood, he might have allowed it to happen. Unfortunately, he wasn’t done with you yet.

“Stop.” Suguru scolded, pulling Satoru away from your dripping sex.

Both you and Satoru made disapproving groans as your orgasm slowly faded out of sight. “Doesn’t she deserve a treat? She’s been so good!” Satoru whined, licking your juices off his lips.

“I agree. Y/N does deserve a reward. But you need to give it to her in the roughest way that you can.” Suguru pulled his cock out of your mouth, allowing you to catch your breath. “Look at it this way. We get to blow off the steam while we make up for making her play with herself for two weeks.”

“Huh?” Those words struck a different chord in Satoru, and his cock twitched.

“Y/N, sweetheart, how often would you say you played with yourself when we were gone.”

You swallowed at the air greedily. “I don’t know, seven, maybe eight times.” Both your boyfriends shuddered, hearing the hoarseness of your voice.

“And out of all of those times, did you cum as hard as you do with us.”

“Not at all. They were all baby orgasms.”

Suguru shut his eyes, nodding his head. “See, Satoru, not only does our little slut like us rough and demanding, but we have to make up for those eight little orgasms.” When the dark-haired man looked back at Satoru, he saw a flash of white before your scream of shock and please bounced off the walls.

Suguru’s eyes were slightly wide as his brain tried to catch up with what his eyes had just witnessed. What he saw was Satoru balls deep inside of you. His thrusts were sloppy and needy, and fuck you looked as stunned as Suguru. One second you had been empty, pussy craving a cock deep inside of it from the denied orgasm. In the blink of an eye, Satoru was fucking into you more brutal than he’d ever fucked you before.

“I fucking told you, that toy was nothing compared to us.” Satoru snarled against the crook of your neck, digging his teeth into the sensitive skin. “Fucking stupid toy, not pleasing my girl.”

“Oh my—fuck, holy fuck!” You cried out, mouth wide open. Giving Suguru the perfect opportunity to get back to fucking your throat. The bittersweet taste of pre-cum had your mouth watering. He returned to the brutal pace he was in several minutes again.

“She needs that Satoru. What if we get sent on another long mission? She’s just supposed to suffer?” The thought of that had Suguru tilting his head, bangs falling in front of his eye. “You know what, I think you might be on to something. If we take her toy away, then we’d have to fuck her even harder the next time we get home.”

Satoru’s teeth sank harder into your neck as the tip of his cock slammed almost too hard into your cervix, making you scream around Suguru. “Exactly. Let me use reversal red on it, Y/N, please, baby.” You started to shake your head in a desperate plea to let you keep it. But Suguru’s cock in your throat made it impossible to do so. “What was that? Oh, right, you have your mouth full.” His lips moved against your pulse as his fingers dug into your hips. “Guess we’ll just have to say the way your clamping down on my cock is a yes in our book.” Your eyes darted up to Suguru, who had bought you the toy, for help.

“Mhmm fuck, yeah, I’m pretty sure she just hummed an ‘uh-huh’ around my cock.”

You wanted to argue, to fight against this rash decision, but you felt so good it was almost impossible to care. You were screaming around Suguru’s cock. Tears streaming down your face, leaving behind trails of mascara. They were both being so mean and rough. God, it was so fucking good. Who cared about a clit sucker when your throat and pussy were being fucked into next week.

“She’s close.” Satoru cried out, his balls slapping against your ass. “Oh fuck she’s hugging my cock so tight I’m going to explode Suguru.”

With blurry eyes, you glanced up at Suguru. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes shut tight. “I know, oh fuck I know, I’m so close, Satoru, don’t fuckin’ stop, make her cum, make her cum so hard.” Both his hands grabbed your face fucking your throat roughly as Satoru cried out, his hand pressing roughly on your clit, rubbing it in fast circles.

That was all that you needed. You cried out, squirting all over Satoru’s crotch, abdomen, and the mattress. Your orgasm set a domino effect between your boyfriends. Suguru followed behind you, his body hunched over you, his hands gently squeezing your head as he filled your mouth full of his thick cum. You weakly tried swallowing all of it, but that was somewhat difficult as Satoru extended your orgasm.

His thumb continues to rub your clit until his face scrunch up, mouth open in a feral growl. Satoru's orgasm hit him like a punch in the gut. He fucked all three of you harder, closer to oblivion. The headboard slamming against the wall as the restraint dug into your wrists was the only thing grounding you to remain on Earth. Satoru didn’t let up on the rough thrusts until he felt his cum dripping around his cock onto the bed.

The throbbing pain in the back of your throat, deep inside of your pussy was all the confirmation you needed that your boyfriends had fulfilled their promise. Never in your life had you been fucked so roughly. But it was a pain that you warmly welcomed.

After coming down, Suguru was the first to move gently. The rough hands that had been holding you in a vice gently held you as he pulled his softening cock out of your mouth. “Lay down.” His gruff, gentle voice whispered as he helped rest you against a pillow.

“Oh fuck—“ Satoru lifted his head off your shoulder, “I haven’t cum that hard in a while.” He was so slow, pulling out of you, grimacing as you cried out. “Sorry, fuck I’m sorry, baby.”

You shut your eyes, listening to Satoru getting out of bed. You could hear water running in the bathroom as gentle fingers began undoing your restraints. “You did such a good job, Y/N,” Suguru whispered. “Such a good girl for us.” His praise had you humming happily as he made quick work of the rest of the ropes.

“Suguru, let’s order in, yeah?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

The next half hour was a blur of warm happiness. Satoru helped wash your body in a bubble bath before Suguru joined you, kneeling next to the tub, lovingly stroking your face and hair. After you were cleaned up, your hair brushed, and pajamas on. You crawled into your bed with fresh sheets and relaxed. Satoru and Suguru fluffed your pillows and brought you a cup of tea for your raw throat. When your dinner arrived, the three of you sat in bed together to eat as a B-grade horror movie played on the television.

After eating, Satoru left to throw out the take-out containers. “Mmm, thank you for letting us do all that,” Suguru said as he crawled into bed after his shower. “That mission, it was rough.”

“I’m always happy to help.” Your voice cracked, making Suguru frown. “Stop frowning,” you flicked his forehead. “I like it rough.”

The bed dipped, and Satoru wrapped his arms around your waist. “Y/N can handle it. She is dating the two strongest, after all.” Both you and Suguru scoffed, relaxing in the growing silence. “Oh, by the way, Y/N.”

“Yeah?” You yawned, snuggling into Suguru’s chest as he turned the bedside lamp off.

“Did you bring home my mochi?”

In the dark of the room, you heard a thump and Satoru’s whine before Suguru pulled the three of you closer to him. “Satoru shut the fuck up about the mochi.”

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I'm a new follower after binging to your writings akejwjeej anyway, I've been craving for some angst lately and here's what I got so far,

reader who started acting cold towards the MLs because they've been hanging out way too much with MC (not the reader) so they started not replying to them, talking or just not going out to them at all until the reader just ghosted them.

though I'm not sure if u write angst since it's not written or indicated.. it's up to you if u want to write this. if not, feel free to ignore XD

Envy

AN: Hi nonnie! Since I didn’t specify that i prefer to write hunter/ambiguous!Reader (basically not rivaling with the MC) before you sent in the request, I will write this for you! :)

Future asks should either MC!Reader or Ambigous!Reader please! Ty 🩶

It wasn’t fair. He wasn’t paying attention to you enough lately. And he was supposed to be your boyfriend! He promised that they were just friends, that it was nothing more than work, but now you didn’t know…

So when he texted you last, you turned off your phone, not wanting to deal with his bullshit.

Knows there’s something wrong immediately. You always answer his texts. Whether it be an emoji or a full-blown paragraph, you’ve never left Zayne on read. Ever.

So, he goes to the flower shop and buys you a bouquet. It’s not enough, but it’s a start. He texts you that he’s picking up your favorite dinner on the way back and asks what kind of macarons you want. You don’t answer, so he goes the safe option and gets your favorite. You almost don’t answer the door when he drops by, but you can’t hide from this forever. So with a heavy sigh, you swing the door open to see Zayne with a bouquet of flowers with dinner and dessert.

Zayne: Can we talk…?

You let him in, of course you do, and you eat dinner in silence. But Zayne is adamant about having this discussion.

Zayne: She’s my patient…and my friend.

You: I understand that, but that doesn’t mean you need to hang out with her all the time!

In the end you both discussed your feelings and set clear boundaries with him. It’s a step in the right direction. Later, he cuddles you on the couch, stroking your hair while whispering affirmations in your ear.

Zayne: I’m sorry, dear. You’re the only one for me… Never doubt that.

This was the third date he blew off. For her. Yes, she was just his body guard, and yes Rafayel has always been naturally flirty, but that didn’t mean his fondness for her didn’t affect you. You were his significant other! All his flirty affections should be yours and yours alone. You couldn’t stand the fact you had to share his attention. Apparently, Rafayel couldn’t either.

Rafayel: It’s not that big of a deal! She was just helping me gather metapearls to make into pigment— Yes, I could have called you. But she’s my bodyguard! She’s more cut out for it!

Sweet whispers and reassurances turned to broken promises. What was supposed to be one hour away turned to five and you were sitting alone in the fancy restaurant yet again. You didn’t even wait for him at home like you usually do. After turning off your phone, you opted to crash at a friends house.

This turned into a big fight.

Rafayel: What’s with you— You were never this clingy.

Clingy? Not wanting to share your boyfriend with a potential lover is clingy? When you brought up the b word (breakup), he got his act together real quick.

Rafayel: Okay, okay. She’ll be my bodyguard at PR events only… And I’ll only contact her for business purposes.

Though you’d rather her not be his bodyguard at all, you understand they have a deal regarding hunter work so it’s a compromise. While you’re at your desk doing some work, he wraps his arms around you from behind, nuzzling your into your neck.

Rafayel: ‘M really sorry… I was a real jerk… I love you…

The worst part about having this problem with Xavier is that he has no idea what’s going on. She was his coworker, his work partner, and his neighbor. There wasn’t much he could do to stop seeing her.

Xavier: I can’t just move out of my home because of you have a problem with her…

You: Yeah, but she doesn’t need to come over all the time to “teach you how to cook”. I could do that!

It gets worse when they go on missions together. He had promised to call you every night. But he didn’t. And you were fed up.

So, you blocked him. Only for the duration of his mission. But it’s long enough to send a message. The next day, he comes to your house with an arm full of plushies and a nervous look in his eyes.

Xavier: I read that in order to maintain a strong relationship, you have to communicate and set boundaries… Can we discuss this? Together?

You guys both end up having a heartfelt discussion at the table. You heard his side, he heard yours, and you came to a compromise about the situation. He takes you out on a sweet date as an apology. It isn’t the end all be all of apologies, but it’s a start. He holds your hand tightly, leaning over to kiss your forehead.

Xavier: I promise we’re in this together for the long ride, just you and me…

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Ok so now that I've spent some time thinking about the whole "Chuuya was never a vampire" twist, I... still don't like it. For many reasons.

Here's my explanation; if you want to read it, please do. I strive to be fair. I want to wait for the manga release before making a verdict on whether it's bad writing or not, and I also want to see the start of next arc to see where they're going with all this.

If you don't want to read it, and you're having fun with the twist (it is funny. I will admit that much), then skip this and keep having fun! I don't want to ruin anyone's enjoyment.

First of all. It makes no sense. There are things that just do not add up. There was never an indication this was a possibility.

Bro. Did you put on costume makeup for the texture under your eyes? Did it wash off after nearly getting drowned and you had to frantically reapply it behind Fyodor's back and that's why we couldn't see your face for several chapters. Did you take it off again for your dramatic reveal here at the end? I demand smeared undereye makeup Chuuya in the manga when it releases hbfsdjhbfv

Ok this was more a joke. But here's what really irks me.

From what I can recall, this is. True. He needs to have made contact to manipulate gravity. It's also re-established in this very arc.

Great. So how the fuck did he slow the elevator? He was with Fyodor in a separate room! This makes no sense. Did he leave to stop the elevator and Fyodor was like "oh chill. ok come back soon"??? What?!

Here's another thing I want to address:

@ticklinglady I had this same question. However, on thinking on it again, I do have an answer that makes sense - they had to buy time for Sigma to use his ability on Fyodor, to gain knowledge on him about what he knows, and what his ability is. <-I feel confident in saying this is going to be important later. Sigma will still have a role to play and we will find out more about Fyodor!

Alright. Moving on to the themes, and why this also doesn't work (at least for me).

The theme in this arc is very much to do with the contrast between trust vs control. This is Fyodor's failing when it came to Dazai, and it is established very early on as the major contrast between them, in the Sky Casino arc. The vampires, though it seemed silly and random, fit nicely into that theming. And the conclusion, where Dazai showed extreme faith in Sigma and the Agency members (and what an interesting contrast that is; to have someone show faith in ordinary humans when his foil is a man who has faith in god but not humanity), that fits into that theming also. Ok, so this was an extension of that right? Showing faith in Chuuya, as always.

Yeah, no. I want to direct your attention back to this here.

This line is the one that had everyone going "oh man skk is going to fuck you up for that". I made an entire analysis back when this chapter first came out about the themes that we saw, and Fyodor's utter devaluing of the effectiveness of people beyond just their skills and abilities (it's here, if you're curious). This is why I suspected that, since Dazai and Fyodor are intellectually matched, it would have to be Sigma and Chuuya to catch Fyodor off guard - because he only values what people can do, not who they are.

Well, we got a little with Sigma, before Fyodor took control of the situation again. (Rip buddy.) Sigma's tenacity and unwillingness to fall for Fyodor's manipulating him away from helping the Agency was based off his personal choice and free will. He managed to shoot him! Fyodor was reduced to a cheap trick to get close enough to stab him! There was a certain level of payoff.

But Chuuya? I want you to think for a second. What did he actually do? Not a single part of this was Chuuya's idea. It was Mori's - he was at the very least sent undercover under orders, if not sent to Meursault under orders. He didn't even glue his own fangs in apparently. Now let's go over what he did. Why was it so necessary that it be Chuuya there? Well, obviously because gravity manipulation was needed to slow the elevator and the bullet. Oh... hm. So. His ability. Was what was needed, huh?

But it was necessary for it to be Chuuya because of the bond between him and Dazai, right? Oh. Wait. So, Chuuya's personality and goals don't matter - only his ability to read Dazai.

This twist makes it so Chuuya as a person doesn't actually throw a wrench into Fyodor's plans at all. All that matters is that he is Mori's executive and Dazai's partner. I guess he was "utilized" after all. I thought, with his characterization in Fifteen and Stormbringer, that we were moving away from this characterization of Chuuya only by his bond with Dazai. Do you want to scream.

You might be saying, okay, but at the very least it showed the depths of Double Black's bond! ...did it? Not really, at least not to me. The only impressive part of any of this was Mori's preparedness. This was barely an skk plan. It was a Mori plan. Double Black placing their lives in each other's hands is a Tuesday for them. This is nothing we didn't already know. And truthfully, it goes nowhere near the level of sheer trust we saw in Dead Apple. Mori sent Chuuya in sure, but it was only after everything settled down that he realized that Mori suspected Dazai would need help. Before that point, it seemed everyone thought Dazai was dead except Chuuya. Chuuya chose to jump out of that plane. Chuuya chose to risk his life. It showcased his personality, his free agency, and the level of trust they had far, far better. And it was emotionally satisfying! Dazai was extremely grateful that his trust paid off! Chuuya was somewhat conscious during Corruption, enough to weaken his own punch and shout Dazai's name! Dazai prevented Chuuya from having his ability be separated from him by the fog! They are an unbeatable team... but they were still left exhausted, and had to rely only on each other. How does what happened in this latest episode compare to that in a way that makes me believe they've actually outmaneuvered Fyodor?

Listen. I'll take twists that don't really have a great build up if they further the themes or character development, or it just makes for good drama. There's an interesting pay off, at least, so I say "okay, okay. Could've been done better, but I'll let it slide for the intrigue." But here? Nothing. It was boring. Are you bored.

Anime watchers were probably more fine with it. Maybe it was a little disappointing, but oh well. But manga readers have been having this plot dragged out for years. A lot of said fans (including myself) were excited to see Chuuya become main series relevant and receive present day development - and it seemed like we were going to get that with the recent publication of not one, but two Chuuya backstory novels, and the drama of this arc pitting Dazai and Chuuya against each other. Instead, this did absolutely nothing of interest for his character. Why was he even here?

Which brings me to the last point, which is the characterization.

Going back and re-reading this entire arc now, it becomes one big stage performance. Ok, fine, it's a little funny. But now there's hardly anything of value to these interactions. The only ones that actually matter are Fyodor and Sigma, and Fyodor and Nikolai. All that buildup to drama between Double Black, to another incredible display of trust, to something shifting and changing from the status quo... all that build up, and nothing has changed for Chuuya, or for Double Black. The show of trust wasn't even that dramatic really. Are you bored still.

This also weakens Fyodor's character to me. Fyodor witnessed their incredible show of trust in Dead Apple. I assumed he was prepared for skk-typical bullshittery, you know, being a genius on par if not greater than Dazai. You're telling me he was so overconfident he completely missed that Chuuya wasn't a vampire? Really? Fyodor really had nothing in place that would verify whether the vampires were actually under control? He wasn't constantly checking for a plan? It really was just red eyes and fangs, and he thought that was fine? That's it? Ok.

Truthfully, I was kind of :| about several of the preceding twists in the Meursault arc, particularly the dagger Fyodor pulled out when he started acting to Sigma, and the door railing being preemptively crushed by Chuuya before the drowning started. The dagger was actually ornate in the manga, which raised several questions - it couldn't have come from a guard. It made me think there was more to that interaction than just Fyodor pretends to have a split personality and that there was actually something to that knife. Well, it was made to be a regular knife in the anime, so I guess theorizing across those lines are dashed.

What bothered me the most though was the crumpling of the rail to stop the door from completely closing. There was no indication of this in the manga. None. No one could've predicted that - because it's stupid. The water filled so fast it couldn't get out of the crack in the door, even though it was huge??? Dazai was in the control room - you're telling me that there was no security camera focused on the door??? You know, where you would position a security camera??? It was dumb to me, but I was willing to roll my eyes and move on because I was expecting a good payoff to all this, and well, it was funny.

But now, the whole arc is one extended joke skk were playing on Fyodor. And you're telling me that's how our major antagonist goes out? Our major antagonist of several arcs? Be for fucking real.

And depending on when Dazai figured it out, it may even cheapen earlier scenes. If he found out after the elevator slowed like people have been theorizing, I could accept that. That's fine. But I need people to recall: in the actual episode he states "it was all an act".

Is Dazai probably lying to save face? Sure. But as of this moment we actually have no evidence it wasn't an act from the beginning. Remember that Ango was communicating the whole time with Dazai. Remember that Mori was involved and helped Tanizaki and Kenji get to safety. It's entirely possible it was all premeditated.

One last suggestion: the plan name was "Good-bye" as suggested earlier. This means that even if Dazai didn't know from the beginning, he knew by the time of his speech to Chuuya as he was drowning.

This means that his whole scheme with Sigma was not an extremely dangerous, life-risking play on his part at all (@daz4i has gone to explain why this sacrificialism isn't good for a suicidal character, which I recommend reading, but nonetheless it was still notable characterization for Dazai). And what about this?

Even his own flashbacks and memories were, what? A lie? A performance? For whom? Not for Fyodor, that's for sure.

For us. The readers. For the people who are invested in these two and their dynamic. For the people who wanted development between them, because there are actually issues there that have not been resolved. People wanted Dazai to show real concern. Chuuya is still bitter, even if Dazai thinks everything is fine and the same since he left. There was a tease that we're going to get how Chuuya felt when Dazai left the Mafia at some point in the future. People were making angsty art and writing and getting really excited because all the prior interactions had appeared to be set up for the payoff of this drama.

We get an introduction in the dungeon. We reveal their partnership and fearsome reputation during the Lovecraft fight. They perform flawlessly in Dead Apple. Throughout all this, they need no communication. They read each other and respond in tandem, always... but there's still an underlying tension in the way they do not talk to each other. I, and many others, had thought the prison escape arc was the breaking point for some development, since their prior appearances were all meant to establish them as a team, and this arc dealt heavily with the breaking of established things.

But no. Deus ex skk is perfect. They have no issues or flaws. Do you want to scream again.

Anyways. I recognize I'm probably just very disappointed right now and by tomorrow, I probably won't care anymore and will just roll with it. I think I was extra disappointed because while I tempered my expectations for, say, Yosano and Kyouka's involvement (sigh...), I fully expected skk would be handled well, being the fandom faves and where the money is at, so I guess I took the disappointment that much harder.

However, I'm eager to see how the manga tackles the ending, and if we will get any extra cues or better pacing there that may make me not quite so bitter. If it's any consolation, I do think we'll be getting Chuuya focus at some point in a future arc, and while I do think Fyodor is dead, I doubt he will have stopped haunting the narrative. He'll be back in some capacity. I'm pretty certain he's still the mastermind.

And I'm curious about the next arc and what's happening there. Maybe some things will be revealed later that will help smooth out the flaws here.

[illtakeyoutowonderland]

I can see you (Part 2)

Modern!Aemond x Reader

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Almost a week had passed since your first encounter with the Targaryean brothers and you weren't exactly sure how to feel. You didn't tell anyone, not even Kate. She was great and you love her as your friend but didn't exactly knew her that well and after all the personal things those men had said in front of you, you weren't sure how she would react and you didn't feel right spreading all those personal details about them

You did, in fact, googled them. You read almost everything you could find, even finding their social media pretty fast. It was hilarious how cliché the brothers were. While Aegon was the party boy and scandalous, brought up by the media pretty often, usually drinking and with friends and some women, Aemond was the most quiet one. With a degree in both law and history (you tagged him in your mind as a nerd, just for the pleasure of it) always attending more formal and business events and only one romantic relationship confirmed by the media with Maris Baratheon who you had no idea who she was and couldn't find anything about

You were now in the middle of your third meeting of the day, completly (not) focused on what anyone was saying when the screen from your phone lighted up with a message from an unknown number and as you read the text, only one person came to mind

Xxx: Thought you said you had a fanbase? And still you hadn't uploaded a photo on your feed in months

Xxx: Not even a few stories? That's not very Insta Girl of you

You: Aegon?

Xxx: The one and only 😏

You: How did you get my number?

You saw the three dots that indicated he was writing a response when Kate's elbow next to you gently found your side bringing you back to the meeting. You looked at her and then to your boss who luckily for you did not see you texting

Almost another more hour went by before the meeting was over and you walked to your desk and plop down with a sigh "Thought it would never end" You said to Kate as she sat in her own desk across from you "Lucky for us only half an hour to go home"

"You weren't even paying attention" She laughed "Who you were texting anyway? You looked preocupied"

"Oh, uhm... no one important" You said shrugging as you took you phone from your pocket "Just an unexpected text, no more" She replied with a hum that indicated she didn't truly believe you but didn't push any further as you read Aegon's reply

Xxx: I have my ways...

You: You found me on insta but now also have my number? It's a little creepy if I'm being honest

Xxx: Wasn't the intention. I promise!

Xxx: I just really wanted to keep talking to you before my brother interrupted us at the party. Thought I might keep in touch, you know?

You: I'm going to choose to believe you. But just this once...

Xxx: Fair enough

You: So what's next? You are going to pop up in my office unannounced or something? 😅

Xxx: About that...

Xxx: Look up from your phone

And you did only to find the blonde man standing a little far from your own desk chatting with your boss, his father and another man you didn't recognize

"Is that Aegon Targaryean waving at you?" Katie asked you in shock and you felt how your cheeks reddenen at being caught "He was your unexpected message wasn't he?" You looked at her but said nothing and that said everything "He was!" She scream whispered and laughed "Then why are you here still in your chair? Go say hi!"

"I'm working!" You tried to excuse but she only laughed harder

"Oh, please! It's friday, our shift is over in fifteen minutes. No one is working" She scoffed as she started tu put her things away "If you don't go, I'll go over there and tell him to come over to your desk" She said using her mom's voice and you believed her. You still couldn't believe how someone your own age could have a kid. You felt like a kid yourself, how was a kid supposed to raise another as beyond your knowledge. 

"Fine" You said rolling your eyes as she laughed at your childish behaviour. You walked over to the group of men praying the earth would swallow so you wouldn't have to face this

"Y/N! Hi!" Aegon said as you approach and you smiled at him. He walked to you but the other men saw your little interaction

"I wasn't aware you knew Y/N" Your boss said and you just wanted to kill Aegon right in the spot

"We met at the party last week" He said smiling but not failing to notice how much you wanted to murder him "We talked breifly" He scratched the back of his neck

"The social one of the family, my son" Viserys said with a laugh and it took everything in you not to slap him for being such a hypocrite "Always admire that from him" Aegon smiled nervously at that and the man offered you a hand shake as he introduced himself "I'm Viserys, Aegon's father, owner and CEO of Targaryean Law Firm. And this is Criston Cole the vicepresident" He said with a smile which replied with one of yours and a little hello and the men nodded at you. And that's when you saw from the corner of your eye a second blonde man and of course it had to be fucking Aemond followed by another man probably the age of Viserys "Great timing! This is Otto Hightower my most loyal friend and president and my youngest Aemond" He said introducing the two men and Aemond's eyes went wide as he spotted you

"It's nice to meet you all" You said with a smile trying to ignore Aemond's eyes on you

"Y/N here is our newest addition" Your boss said proudly and you were ready to dig your own whole on the earth. You looked over at Aegon who looked at you like a puppy that was well aware it was guilty and he mouthed a sorry "New to the company and to town"

"Where are you from?" Criston asked you and you tell them where you used to live "That's a lovely place, I went there over a summer a few years ago" 

"And why the sudden change? If I may ask" Otto asked you curiously and barely hidding the fact he was trying to gather some information about the new Aegon's friend

"Just needed some change of air" You shrugged being as vaguely as you could and the man smiled at you knowing what you had done to not say anything personal. Your phone started to buzz with a call from your father and you hesitated for a second "Sorry, I have to take this" You excused yourself as you walk a little farther from the group of men as you said hi to your father. You both talked for a couple of minutes as you told him you were still at work and he said he only called you to say hello and ask you about the Holidays. You missed him a lot, but still weren't sure if you could go back town to visit. He made you laugh on one final comment as he said his goobyes and you did the same "Bye, love you!" Which he replied with one love you more and then hang up as you walked towards your previous group and you noticed how both Aegon and Aemond looked over at you "Sorry, it was my father" You said to the men ignoring the brother's stares

"Ah, family, the most important thing in life, righ?" Viserys said to you and you smiled not sure what to respond to that "We should headback anyway. It was a pleasure to meet you Y/N" He said to you and you said your goobyes to the men as your boss also went back to his office to finish the day

"You have ten seconds to explain what the hell was all of this" You said to Aegon when he stay behind with you and he put his puppy face again as he stared at you for a few seconds

"And you just lost half of it" Aemond snorted from behind you. You hadn't noticed he also had stayed behind with his brother

"What are you even doing here?" You asked him annoyed and he looked up from him phone to you bored

"Business" He shrugged and went back to his phone and you rolled your eyes at him "Your ten seconds are over" He said to his brother

"Are you always this annoying?" You asked Aemond crossing your arms over your chest

"Are you always this moody?" He replied with a frown as he copied you and cross his own arms over his chest and now you could see how the fabric of his suit tensed with the movement only to reveal the muscles of his arms and shoulders. Of course he also has muscles you thought as you blushed a little noticing you stared at him for a little too long

"I'm sorry Y/N. Truly I am" Aegon's apologize brought you back from your thoughts "Wasn't my intention to make you uncomfortable. I just thought it would be good timing to contact you today since I was coming over"

"So you stalked me over instagram and magically got my personal number. Makes sense" You sarcastically said but you saw the genuine apologize on Aegon's words, and you knew half of you annoyance was due to the neverending week you just had. And Aemond's presence for some reason. So you tried not to be too harsh on him as you softened your tone "Couldn't just ask me for my number like a normal person?"

"My brother is a lot of things, normal not being one of them" Aemond snorted and smirked at his brother when he looked at him a little hurt

"Takes one to know one, I guess" You snapped at him and it was your turn to smile as you watch his smirk fade away

"Let me invite you a drink? And I'll explain everything" Aegon said breaking Aemond's and yours childish behaviour "Please?" Why are his puppy eyes so convincing?

"Fine. Just one" You agreed and Aegon smiled "Let me grab my things and I'll meet you outside" He agreed to your plan and you walked over to your desk where a very excited Kate was waiting for you for what just happened "He invited me for a drink and his brother is an asshole" You said summing everything up

"Aemond?" You hummed a yes as you put your things in your back "The one that stared at your ass all your way back here and keeps staring at you?" 

"What?" You said looking up at where he was standing and you did in fact catch him staring with a smirk just as he turned to leave with Aegon to the elevators "Fucking idiot" You whispered to yourself and heard Kate laughing as you felt how your cheeks were turning red

"I'm expecting a full and very detail report about whatever happens with those two by monday fisrt thing in the morning" She said to you as you both made your way out of the building and you rolled your eyes at her but laughed anyways

"Only if you buy the coffee"

"Deal" She said as she hugged you goodbye for the weekend and left you alone with the Targaryeans

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@anehkael

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[tiredlilguy]

" Eh... That Party was Dumb Anyways."|DILFTOBER W3

lost? main masterlist. / dilftober masterlist.

a/n: i apologize, this is a little shorter than what i usually write for smut, but i hope you enjoy regardless! <3 i had fun with the idea, but it's been a really busy week for me, so i haven't really been able to write more plot. to be honest though, i'm pretty satisfied with the writing :P enjoy! this is also on A03!

pairing: Aizawa Shota X GN!Reader cw: NSFW 18+ (if you are a minor, you will be blocked), my shitty take on art talk because i go to an art school LMFAO, proofread but there may possibly be some small mistakes desc: you and your boyfriend to out to a fancy party, though you both end up just going home and enjoying each other's company instead. ~~ kink this week: bondage

A warm hand on your lower back was already enough indication to tell you exactly what he wanted.

You knew Aizawa wasn’t too accustomed to parties like you were. He’d usually just roll out of bed, not bother his appearance, and step right out the door. However, tonight was different. You were both asked to come to an event, and not just any kind, but the particular kind that you knew Aizawa hated: drinking expensive champagne in some mansion, dressed in clothes that are far too expensive to even be worn, and talking like you’re the smartest person in the room.

However, he didn’t want to upset you by not attending, not to mention the outfit you chose to wear for yourself was eye-catching: a black suit that was slim to your body, showing off your curves, but was still classy enough. He could stare at you for hours: not to mention your beauty already were had his mind running in circles. So he thought, well, what’s the problem in showing you off just a little bit? He wasn’t one to brag, but having you under his arm made him feel a sense of completion.

Currently, you were talking in a group of people: yours and his coworkers. This particular group of people he wasn’t close with, and so opted to just stay silent as he watched you talk. He would look at other’s responses on occasion, but for the most part, his eyes stayed on you: enjoying the little gestures that you made as you excitedly talked about things you were passionate about. Eventually, the hand that was on your arm traveled down to meet your lower back. It was subtle, but you jumped slightly at the contact, your breath hitching. You thought for a second, finishing up your conversation with the group and excusing yourself. Aizawa followed you, his arm still on your lower back as you walked towards the exit.

“ You tired, Shouta?” you looked up at him, champagne glass in hand.

“ Very,” he heaved, hand moving to wrap around your waist.

You huffed, your empty hand running through your hair as you tilted your head up to finish the champagne glass that was in your hand. Once again, Aizawa’s eyes were observant, watching you gulp up the last bit of alcohol before you placed it on a tray that was sitting on a table right next to the exit.

“ Hm?” you raised a brow, looking up at him.

“ That was hot,” a rare grin crept up on the side of his face, his tired eyes lighting up just a bit with excitement.

You blushed, an open palm pushing at his side a little bit, of course not enough for him to let go,” Jeez… It’s still kind of early. How about we just watch a movie at home or something?”

“ I’d honestly prefer that over going to a party where we just talk about boring art,” Aizawa shrugged.

“ Fair enough,” you softly chuckled,” Art talk is just an excuse for people to sound smart.”

“ I wonder if it’s just because people want to stand on a pedestal… thinking that art is something that needs to be hyper-analyzed. So dumb…,” he guided you both to the train station, his hand a little tighter on your waist as you both walked down the stairs.

Your chuckle turned into a little bit of a laugh,” You might be right, babe. I think people just wanna make sense of everything, and sound cool. Sometimes the artists don’t even want to be hyper-analyzed themselves, but anyway…

Your place or mine?”

…

You were both slumped over Aizawa’s comfy leather couch, watching some low-budget horror movie. You were lying on your back, now just dressed in one of your boyfriend’s baggy sweatshirts. You weren’t wearing any pants at the moment, though. He was on top of you, head resting on your chest as your fingers were lightly combing through his raven logs. You couldn’t help but let out a little bit of a laugh as he couldn’t really quite… fit on the couch himself, his fit dangling over the arm of the couch. Then again, it wasn’t really built for two people to lay down on.

“ I’m getting a little tired,” you admitted,” Should we- mm…!”

You felt a pair of lips smash into yours, though a little bit gently, but it did catch you off guard. Closing your eyes, you returned the kiss back, You didn’t know what to do with your hands for a second, but that quickly melted away as Aizawa pushed his lips a little deeper into yours. Your hands moved across his hand, pulling him in a little closer to you. You felt his hands move down to your thighs, his calloused hands touching your skin with just the right amount of pressure. You felt shivers run up your spine as a familiar heat built up in your stomach. You kissed him back just a little rougher, before pulling away for air.

Aizawa titled his head.

“ S-sorry,” you admitted, sitting up just a bit as he did the same,” You just caught me off guard, so I was kind of losing oxygen.”

“ Hm… cute,” he chuckled to himself, lifting you up,” How about we move?”

You nodded in response, letting him carry you both off of the couch.

…

…

…

“ H-hah! Wait…!” you were breathlessly begging as you were currently tied to the bed. Your wrists were tied above you, a rope that was tied around your chest in a diamond-shaped harness and ended at your waist, keeping you in place. The rope was soft on your skin, but tight enough to stop you from squirming so much, something that your lover didn’t like too much. Though he had to admit, he couldn’t help but enjoy the little reactions to his touches.

It was cute, watching you pathetically struggle against him.

You felt his hot tongue on your ear, gently licking at the shell making you shiver.

“ Heh… It’s cute, watching you try to push me away, baby,” he chuckled against your ear, making your lower body squirm,” You have no idea how much I wanted to tie you up with that outfit you were wearing tonight.”

His tongue moved down to your neck, a trail of saliva following down. You wanted to move, tugging at the rope.

“ Ah ah ah,” he sang against your neck,” Don’t move, baby. Don’t want you to get rope burns on your pretty skin.”

You nodded in response, trying to relax yourself into the mattress. However, the little touches of his hands on your hips only made it harder. You tried to squirm away as he left a couple of hickies and soft bite marks on your neck and shoulders, eventually working his way down to your chest.

He stopped, looking up at you,” So good and so pretty… Wish you could see.”

“ Can you p-please…? Ah-!” you couldn’t finish your sentence, moaning out as you felt one of his fingers tease your hole.

“ What’s that, love,” he asked, a hand cupping his ear mockingly.

“ I just want you to fu- uh! Ngh! H-hey..!,” Aizawa teased you once more, a digit entering inside you without warning. You let out a frustrated moan at him, noticing a smirk come to his face. A pout came to your face as you impatiently stomped your foot into the mattress.

“ Can’t help you if I don’t know what you want, baby,” he leaned down, kissing up from your stomach to your lips before inside ringing another digit, his fingers swirling in your arousal.

“ Th-that’s ‘cause your being mean-!,” you said a little muddled, but tried your best to articulate your words,” I just want you t-to… hah… f-fuck me…! Please fuck me!”

“ Such filthy words from a pretty mouth,” your lover smirked, his fingers coming out of you with a lewd pop as he wiped them off with your thigh. “ Alright, I’ll give you what you want,” he said, sitting himself up as he pulled down his black sweatpants just enough to reveal his boxers, freeing his length.

You nervously shifted your hips at his length, seeing how big he was. He was quick to quell your worries, spitting in his hand to slick you up. He leaned over you as he placed his spit-filled palm at your entrance, kissing you gently. He was slow to insert himself in you, placing a hand on your side as he slowly pushed into you. You whined against his lips, kissing him back weakly as he continued, eventually bottoming out.

“ F-fuck,” he let out a sigh breaking the kiss. You let out a couple of breaths, trying to get used to the stretch. Eventually, you nodded, allowing him to move. He moved his hips, slow at first though. Lazily pulling out before pushing himself back into you. You moaned against him, wrists moving to want to pull him close. However, the rope held you down.

“ Ah-! C-come closer,” you whined,” I w-want to be close t-to you.”

Shouta chuckled, leaning down, the weight of his chest on top of yours. You enjoyed it though, especially having another warm body on yours. This is usually where you’d have your hands on his back, but to your dismay, your hands were still tied up.

Lewd sounds filled the room as he continued to thrust into you. Your moans and breaths of air followed as you felt yourself come closer, his movements becoming sloppier as he tried to move faster.

“ Cumming,” he warned you. You nodded,” M-me too.” That warmth coming up in your chest, practically ready to burst. You both reached your climax, bodies tense as he released into you and you made a mess of yourself.

He weakly pulled out, a huff as he slumped down on the bed beside you. You let out a little laugh at his lazy gesture. You were both getting a little older to where making love seemed to be a lot more exhausting than usual, not like you minded.

Aizawa was quick to pull you close to him though, his stubble brushing up against you as he kissed your cheek. His hands moved up to untie your wrists, and each knot came out easily with a little twist. Eventually, you could put your arms down once again.

“ Did you want to go again?” he offered, despite how tired he knew he was, he was still willing to make you satisfied if you were still a little frustrated.

“ N-not really,” you shook your head,” I’m tired.”

“ Ok,” he hummed, throwing the rope away and pulling you into his chest.

Before you knew it, you were both asleep, arms around each other as you let out soft snores.

[also if you want, please consider getting me a coffee or commissioning me ;) no pressure ofc!!! i understand that we're all in different circumstances/situations, any support of any kind is appreciated <3]

[kiwisfics]

Summary: Flirting and fangs.

A/N: Kryptonians have fangs in my heart. Reader has a metagene, but it isn't mentioned what it is. No alter ego or anything for reader in this. Still not great with writing kisses recently and I don't know why. Their meeting is basically how he meets Tana.

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“Hey, Kon…”

[Name] froze the second she stepped into the apartment, blinking rapidly in equal parts shock and awe.

She’d had a crush on him from the moment she'd met him, even if it had only been in the briefest of passing. It was hard not to, unfortunately. Despite the constant flirting and the fact that he’d—literally—picked her up with no warning and no real reason other than, well, flirting, she knew enough about the person he was beyond that on account of the company she kept with those close to Superman. Multiple occasions of his willingness to sacrifice himself were more than enough to overshadow his exhausting display of hormones.

And, okay, it was a little entertaining. And a nice ego boost on a bad day.

They'd talked constantly after their first meeting, enough that she'd grown comfortable enough with him to push open his door upon arriving, since he'd said to do just that.

She hadn’t counted on walking in on him shirtless.

She was a simple person. A simple person who might have enjoyed staring at attractive men a little more than most people, but she was positive that staring at him would have been a natural response to anyone. He was the definition of chiseled, and that came from someone who spent time around those considered at the peak of human performance.

“Oh, you're early.”

She might have guessed he'd just woken up, considering the state of his hair—and his state of dress—but all else was forgotten as he yawned, revealing perfectly white teeth embellished with a set of fangs.

And she could have died then and there, because, yes, her metagene and luck had given her access to the company of some of the most attractive men she'd ever seen, both in pretty boy and ruggedly handsome terms, but she couldn’t ever remember seeing someone so attractive up close that also had a set of fangs.

It made sense, she reasoned.

Superman had a set, but she hadn’t ever been in a room with the big man, and Supergirl had a set, but she’d never noticed them as something to focus on. But Conner's sharp set of canines had her cheeks turning red for an inexplicable reason.

Why was that so attractive?

“Something wrong?”

“Nope. Definitely not.” Her hurried response might have been a little too obvious, especially when Kon was more than capable of hearing her quickening pulse.

Judging by his quirked brow, he was already fully aware of her state, and if his grin was any indication, he was starting to realize why she was so flustered.

He was the worst.

He made a show of pulling on his shirt, every movement of muscle beneath his skin making her heartbeat simultaneously feel like it was going to pound out of her chest and about to stop.

And if her newfound knowledge of exactly what was under his shirt wasn’t enough, she knew that he had fangs now, too.

“You know that’s not fair.”

“No idea what you’re talking about.” His grin was wide enough to show the fangs—arguably more attractive than even his bare chest had been.

It was hardly sophisticated, but when her eyes couldn’t look away, it was all she could think to comment on, “You have fangs.”

His grin fell just enough to make his confusion obvious. “Yeah?”

“Never saw them before.”

Again, his grin widened, “Is that why your heart is beating so fast?”

The worst. He was absolutely the worst.

“So what if it is?”

“Awe, no need to get so defensive.”

She shouldn’t have been surprised. Considering how they’d met and his constant flirting throughout the extent of their friendship, of course her obvious admiration would amp up his already exhausting teasing.

“Lay off, man. You already know you’re hot. GBS’s viewer base has been very clear about that.”

“Sure, but that didn’t mean that you found me hot.”

“What does that matter? You only satisfied if every woman on Earth is attracted to you?”

 “I think I’d be satisfied with just you.”

She blinked.

“That would mean more if you weren’t constantly flirting with every woman that you lay eyes on.”

“C’mon, I’m being serious here.”

She scoffed, “You’re flirting. Again. Doesn’t seem much different from normal.” She wouldn’t lie. Different or not, she was far happier to respond to the flirting than usual. “If you really are being more serious than normal, I wouldn’t mind if you acted on it.”

He never made it easy to forget, even with his power and heroics, that he was young—even younger than he seemed—but the way he lit up at her response was so juvenile, like a kid whose crush said they liked them back.

Actually, wait, maybe that was what was happening here.

“You’re serious. You’re actually serious.”

“I tried to tell you that, but no, I can’t ever be serious.”

“Well, if you’re going to be annoying about it, don’t expect me to follow through with that invitation.”

“No, wait!” He almost seemed genuinely panicked, which was more than a little amusing, considering how low the stakes were.

“Oh, relax Kon. I’m just teasing you. It’s taking you long enough to make your move though, you know?”

“Impatient, huh?”

“Hardly.” In contrast to the claim, she tilted her head upward the moment he leaned closer.

“Well, if you’re not interested…”

She grabbed the front of his shirt as he began to move away, “Conner Kent, if you don’t kiss me right now, I’m gonna kill you. And you better use those fangs, or so help me.”

An amused breath hit her in the face, “Yes ma’am.” And then his lips met her own.

She shouldn’t have been surprised that he was well-practiced, still with a clumsy eagerness that she’d expect from someone like him. His lips were slightly chapped, and that was all she was able to think before they slotted against her own perfectly, drowning out any other thoughts.

He pulled back enough to sink his teeth into her bottom lip, earning nothing short of a whine in response. The chuff of a laugh that escaped him at the noise was cut off by her own bite.

The second her teeth sank in, a growl rumbled in his chest and the hand that had been resting innocently against her jaw moved seamlessly to tangle in her hair.

“Oh, wow.”

“Yeah?”

“Didn’t mean to say that out loud. But yeah. That’s good.”

“Back at ya.” His hand remained in her hair, the grip tilting her forehead against his, “So… up for round two?”

“Up for as many as you can handle, SB.”

“That a challenge?”

She grinned, “Absolutely.”

[ofmermaidstories]

1. No, self-insert for me tends to indicate an oc, or an otherwise named protagonist, while xreader is the reader, and will be referred to in the 2nd person

2. I don’t really think it’s polite to criticize a fic directly to the author unless they request it. If it is like, a tumblr post, I would generally say it would also be kind of rude, but also, if it is one of those fics that is super popular/well-known in the fandom, I think it would be fair to be like “I don’t really like X fic bc of Y reason” and leave it at that. But personally i’d probably just say it wasn’t really the vibe i was looking for or something more neutral. In general if you don’t like a fic tho, you should keep it to yourself

3. I never finish WIPs and the main point they tend to get abandoned at is when I get bored or have to make the connection between two cooler parts. I have v bad adhd. Usually i just like to take ideas and rotate them around in my brain for a few weeks. They rarely make it beyond there lol

omg i was talking about this the other day, with some friends, like—what does an x reader need in order to be rightfully counted as one? and for me it’s a reader-insert when there’s no like, legal name attached to the character—and there’s second-person POV. i think the 2nd-person POV is crucial for the… intimacy you need, to insert on. butttt maybe that’s a discussion for another time, lmao.

this is a little bit of a repeat of what i said to anon before, but like—i think the biggest problem with trying to critique a fanfic (unasked) is that… do you as the critiquer know the difference between recognising opportunity to strengthen a piece, vs. it just not being for you? like sometimes yeah, you just have to accept you’re not apart of the audience. my interest in the Big Fics, though, like the cornerstone, defining fics, is when they’re written in a way that makes them almost comparable to like, proper stand-alone stories? I think if they’re trying to be more ambitious than say, a smut one shot where you go in already knowing the setting and the characters and they know each other, then you kinda already have to look at it with a different lens? 🧐 Not to keep using H**** P***** as an example but All the Young Dudes is so incredibly popular that if i had read the fic (i only know about it bc its so popular lmao) I absolutely would feel comfortable enough dissecting it like I would commercial fiction—between the piece itself sort of treating itself like a book, I do think the popularity is almost a shield, LOL. Like… at that stage, you’re no longer punching down, you know? Whereas if I was to pick a random fic that got like, 80 kudos over five chapters, and its writer had a following of like, idk, 200 people, then that would be. and we don’t punch down!!!! we only punch up, bc then they give us a worthy fight. 👊🏽😈✌🏽 (im… half joking LMAO)

honestly tho, the hardest part of writing is like—writing. 😭 doing all the fiddly parts!! chipping away at it even when it’s boring, because you like—have to build up the connection to the fun part. 💀 it’s almost exhausting sometimes, actually… so i relate. 🥺 do you have any ideas you really, really desperately want to see on paper (on screen)? because for me the main driving force is literally just the promise of eventually—eventually—getting the satisfaction of being able to see it done and completed. like… literally, sometimes it’s the only thing that motivates me enough to work through what sometimes feels like stripping skin off of my back LOL.

[guineverist]

hello all! i return once again with the is it over now? fic which just keeps growing even though i really wish it wouldn't. previous parts linked here: 1 2 3.

this is a sorta-continuation of the first scene? it takes place immediately before it and serves as the lead-up. we have some carolena as well as touching into the kinda love as revenge/war theme that is what this fic is mostly made up of. these snippets have been very barolena focused because i love what i've written of them so much (and their dynamic is easier to write. who would've thought?)

. . .

It took longer than it should have for Caroline's luck to run out, she decided as Elena dragged her to the girl's bathroom during their free period. She watched the pieces click together in Elena's brain in real time when a blonde in a turtleneck shoved past another in a scarf right in front of their lockers.

She wished the issue would never come out, but Caroline realized that expecting things to go her way was a pipe dream long ago.

Which was probably why she could barely hold herself back from laughing when Elena immediately said “We need to stop Rebekah.”

She didn't say anything for a moment, couldn't say anything for a moment if she didn't want to start laughing. She held her breath so long that if she were human, her face would've certainly turned bright red. Not the right response, if the way Elena looked at her like she had grown a second head was indication.

“Wait. You're serious?” It was unbelievable. When her mom came home cursing the female Mikaelson's eating habits she was able to just smile and nod—great pains had been taken to keep her mother out of everything that was happening with Klaus and her.

But the idea that Elena wasn't aware of the extent of it? That she didn't immediately put the right pieces together? It made her wonder if Damon was just as clueless as his girlfriend or if he just didn't care if Caroline became the next victim of a hybrid-related assassination.

She was important enough to the supernatural politics of Mystic Falls that her death would be considered an assassination, right? She liked to think so.

She could play it off. Pretend she had no idea. Pretend just thought Rebekah had mellowed out too much for cheerleader-on-cheerleader violence or that she would've sworn Rebekah at least had enough respect for their chances at nationals to not eat teammates.

Or Caroline could rely on her friends. Let them do for her what she would always do for them.

“I- we can't do this right now. My mom's doing the late shift again, so let's meet at my place after class. I'll let Bonnie know in Physics, okay?”

“If you're sure...?” Elena looked confused. And more importantly, worried. And, fair, but she really didn't want any Salvatores in this business, so she tried to ease Elena's worries. At least enough that Stefan wouldn't pick up on it in their joint English class.

“I'm sure. Everything's fine, I promise.” Caroline attempted to make her smile reassuring. She didn't think she succeeded.

[magebunkshelf]

This was originally posted to my Ko-fi page. If you follow me there, you may have read all this already.

The Earth is minutes away from being destroyed by a colossal stray meteor, when abruptly you are beamed up to an alien ship. All of a sudden, you are the last human being in existence.

I actually don't remember where this story idea came from! I know I wanted to try an alien abduction story, but to blow up the planet in the first few minutes is kinda Douglas Adams. I think the alien abduction scenario was the start of the concept, but then I had to ask why the speaker was taking the listener, but I'm not a fan of yandere-esque stories, and things like 'scientific study' alien scenarios are a bit obvious.

Interactions between the listener "Starshine" and Captain Nor Ji'yashic, mainly in looking into the differences between terrestrial and alien species, were influenced to a degree by the fiction-writing subreddit r/HFY, it's fascinating to have stories that focus on interactivity between people who are from completely different backgrounds, and have a violently different view of the world around them. The physical differences are the obvious starting point, and as much as I adore the various designs some awesome artists have made for Ji'ya, I'm not sure I could ever codify an official 'on-model' design, because it'd take away from what people imagine; but I had in mind a thin insectoid design with four crab-like legs, and a pointed head almost like a Jackal from Halo. Mentioned several times are the differences in necessary inputs between humans and chichet; the listener requires far more oxygen than Ji'ya, and also eats and drinks more as well. While Ji'ya is a little taller than you, humans are inordinately stronger than chichet.

Ji'ya is a complicated character. I don't like having 'they act weird because they're an alien', even if the differences are unexpected they still need a satisfying explanation; how could an individual like this develop? How could a species like the one they belong to develop? Behaviours are informed by societies are informed by evolution. With characters of different species, I think it's important to trace the development of their species to pre-sapient levels to decide how their society operates in the present.

The chichet people are very social. I tried not to go too insectoid, as insects are terrestrial animals and not an indication of how aliens might look, but it's fair to use insects by analogy; chichet developed on a rocky, muddy planet, and are predominantly subterranean. I like to think of them as a species of extroverts. However, you will always have individuals who buck the trend, who vary from the average, because life is messy and interesting like that. Ji'ya is a very atypical chichet. They don't like interpersonal interaction, and relish the simple peace of their own company. They're not shy, they just don't like having to tolerate other people for long.

Ji'ya was abrasive right from the start, to the point of being outright insensitive, almost callous. This was always a mask; Ji'ya can't handle letting their guard down enough for people to think that they actually care. Their rudeness is a defence mechanism; don't get too close to me.

Of course Ji'ya cared about Starshine from the very beginning. In part 1 they say "...if I'd have sent a distress signal, your planet would still have been in pieces long before anyone would have received it." However, right at the end when the listener leaves the deck, they send an "Update to my last broadcast." Ji'ya had already sent a distress signal before the abduction, but doesn't want Starshine to know, because then it would become more obvious that they care. By part 2, Ji'ya begins to warm to the listener enough to start opening up. Uncharacteristically, Ji'ya finds that they enjoy having Starshine around. Though they may deny it... yeah, you're kind of the ship's pet!

The alien society is a big, complicated place. The space-faring civilisation is called Citizen Space, or the Citizenry, consisting of fourteen sapient races and governed by the Council. There may be others in the galaxy which, like humanity, are uncontacted. I didn't want to have a galaxy at conflict, with nefarious alien species plotting war. Nothing wrong with that, but it seemed to distract from the point of the story; being pulled from the everyday familiarity of planet Earth, and dragged halfway across the galaxy, forced to find a new way of living in a literally alien world. The listener is already in enough trouble as-is without adding to it, there's still so much to play with in a friendly, peaceable galaxy. After part 3 I was questioning which direction to go; do we introduce a new plot thread where some faction wants the last human for scientific research, or as a museum piece, or some other dastardly reason? Do we get into the bureaucratic mess of introducing a new sapient race into the Citizenry? I don't think that's why anyone started listening, and it's important to not stray too far from the original draw to a story. It took me a while, but I now have a part 4 and 5 in mind for Ji'ya and Starshine that I believe will fit better!

There was a short conversation in part 3 that I particularly enjoyed. The listener is the only surviving part of Earth, even the Moon is no longer in orbit. Sol3 was utterly shattered, soon to become little more than a debris belt. You are all that remains. "All that time, all that evolution, all that history; you alone carry it. You are Earth."

I like the idea of Ji'ya and the listener approaching some governing body, perhaps to attain greater legal protections. They ask Ji'ya who and what this creature is, and Ji'ya responds, "This is Earth."

[lesbiantvfish]

oooh what abt gibtauri! Maybe one is helping the other relax after a stressful day : ]

👍 YEA I can do this I think

Ok I don’t think this turned out well. My weakest point at writing I think is still dialog/general read on characters. Seriously, rereading this and face in my palm. I am so fail it hurts. But thank you for letting me practice!

Anyway. A fic in which Antauri’s worst fear comes back. His metal body choosing violence, and violence choosing Gibson ❤️ the idea I had was cooler. Maybe one day I will rewrite this one specifically.

(this is my first ever public fanfic featuring my anthro monkeys au. Yay!)

(Some notes on their designs before the fic:

Antuari’s dreadlocks are made by his ghost mode ability.

Originally made them to help alert the team that this silver monkey was in fact him.

This Gibson is gender-fluid, and presenting himself male rn. Since I can’t take hrt I made all my ccs have immediately power to switch their gender presentation. Boob mode and boobless mode, essentially for Gibson.)

Multiple ships invaded Shuggazoom city, the hyperforce were forced to find a means to stop them instead of out right destroying them, as they were full of kidnapped Shuggazoomians.

After returning the citizens, Antauri could sense that more ships coming in that hadn’t had anyone in them this time, and the scanner on the robot confirmed his senses. So, those ones they easily shot down. They noted after the captives were able to all be accounted for, that there were no more in coming ships.

Slow, Inorganic movement was noted in multiple of the vessels, Otto estimated that these must be robots that withstood enough damage to function, although the scanner indicated that they were all definitely damaged to a great extent.

Chiro commanded to take the machines and investigate them in a controlled environment, with the rest of the information they could gather.

Antauri phased into one ship, and opened it from the inside to let Gibson in. “So the doors are functional. I’ll bet we can repurpose these parts for more helpful use.” Gibson noted into the communicator.

Chiro reported back. “Just make sure whatever we bring back can’t kill us, alright?”

Otto chuckled into the communicator. “That’s fair. I just wish we could always have time to get free materials like this! Once you know it’s harmless, bring me everything that looks cool.”

Antauri smiled at that, and assured him. “Noted.”

The ship was large, lots of open room behind them, now. In front of him, Antauri saw Gibson plugging a device into the ships computer system.

Suddenly, Antauri felt a quick stab of pain at the back of his head, and loudly fell onto the cold metal ground of the ship, alerting Gibson, who left the device behind to pick up Antauri.

“Antauri’s been struck! I-I don’t exactly know from what yet-“

The others on the communicator all responded promptly, letting Gibson know they are on their way to help.

When lifting him up, Gibson saw the screen on Antauri’s face fizzle, and turn black. Next, the artificial hair on his head phased away. It reminded Gibson of what happened to Antauri during Mandarin’s invasion of the super robot, although he himself was one of the less lucid to see Antauri turn, something in his subconscious knew this was familiar.

Braking his thoughts, Antauri’s arms came back to life. His ghost claws quickly slashed Gibson in his rib cage, slamming him into the ships wall. Dazed, Gibson prepares to defend himself. He couldn’t use tranquilizers on his metal partner, but he did equip himself with a device that could immobilize Antauri, he just needed it to to inject it into Antauri’s head port, but that was easier said than done.

Gibson brought his activated drills into a defensive position, to ward attacks and prevent hurting Antauri.

The whirring noise being the only sound as Antauri’s strange movements started making distance between them. Then, the spider legs that came out of the silver monkeys back returned, slicing the back of Antauri’s tunic.

The sight came as quite a scare to Gibson, and the turned Antauri took that as initiative to strike again, using his tail to pull Gibson forward and over from his feet. He then leapt and crawled along the ships ceiling. Gibson noting that he must be trying to avoid his drills. His plan was to slowly whittle Gibson down. He realized that, and made a fake opening. The turned Antauri fell for it, and Gibson angled himself to plug his device into his head port. As he did so, he saw his device stabbed through something attached to Antauri, who went limp again.

Taking a moment to catch his breath, Gibson took a good look at the thing he stabbed. It was a small robot, it must have been manufactured to manipulate other robots. He quickly stored it into a sealed container, then, hesitantly, rolled Antauri back over. Stepping away at first.

“Antauri, can you hear me? I’m going to try to restart your system, if it’s still down. So.. please hold still, this time..”

Antauri’s screen and hair came back before Gibson had the chance to come closer, his expression clearly panicking.

“Gibson, throw the container, away from us!” Gibson startled, but decides this is his Antauri real self again, and follows the advice. He tossed the container toward the open space of the ship, closer to where they came in, away from the computer system, after throwing it, Antauri held himself over Gibson as it blew up. Shielding him from much of the debris.

“Antauri! That- please let me see if you’re okay, let go of me.” And he did, looking frantic still himself.

The back of Antauri’s body had a metal protrusion stabbing into him. That would take a med bay trip to remove, he regretfully noted.

“Gibson, my sight went blank, was I the one who hurt you..? Your side is bleeding.”

“Oh, I’ll live, you are clearly more hurt yourself.. Why didn’t you consider how dangerous it would be to shield me with only yourself like that?”

Gibson feeling anger rise at the buried trauma once again of Antauri’s sacrifice. Each of the team members already gave Antauri an earful. And yet, here he is once again, too selfless for his own good, and for Gibson’s idea of too much as well, if he is being completely honest.

“I can’t stand when you- how many times are you going to.. Antauri, you aren’t expendable!” Antauri’s expression beginning to show regret for hurting himself. Gibson felt his anger die back down.

Gibson stammered, ashamed of raising his voice at an injured man. “I.. oh my god, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t yell. Please, don’t take that seriously, I know that you, uh, you know your value yourself.. And didn’t know what else to do, that only you’d survive something like.. this..”

“Yes. Of course, just treat your injury first, Gibson. We can look at this event as a way to improve ourselves.”

Always keeping them aware of their flaws, and amending them accordingly. Even when Gibson lets his emotions out, Antauri’s dignity keeps them both stable again.

Gibson still unsatisfied, asked. “But.. you do mean you’ll look into proper methods of protecting others, right? Seriously, we can make you an energy shield if you’re so fixated on blocking attacks.”

“I understand. And I suppose I can try a mechanism like that suggestion, if you insist.” Antauri was pulled closer to Gibson. He held onto him, and Antauri feeling the fear he put into him. They were both overwhelmed, and scared for the other. Antauri on edge after losing control, and Gibson at the reminder of Antauri’s previous death.

They heard Nova and Otto arrive first. Both taking one of them carefully back to the super robot. Antauri and Gibson feeling they had a lot to talk to the other about after this. But now seeing as their current enemy has plans to destroy their own tracks, they’ll need to balance it with pinning the perpetrator down.

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Actually regarding my last Hatoful post I made, I don’t think enough attention is given to the way Sakuya has been completely un-personed by Le Bel. He’s not only “raised in a sheltered and classist environment”, everything he is is a regurgitation. There is not a single thing Sakuya says in early game that isn’t what his “father” told him to - this doesn’t exactly excuse his behaviour towards his classmates, but it is also very concerning. You would expect Sakuya’s arc to be about the pressure and expectation he feels as the next family head, but while it certainly does seem to be a lot of work, he doesn’t really show much indication that it’s gotten to the point that it’s too much to bear. He handles responsibility very well. He’s just. Unhappy. Sakuya runs away from home in freezing cold weather and collapses in the street, all because he deigned to think about loving music. He hadn’t even come around to thinking about actually pursuing it as a career. This alone seems more like Sakuya hit a breaking point than one isolated incident - there is likely a lot more going on behind the scenes that we are not privy to for Sakuya to be that subservient and that terrified of Le Bel. Hiyoko even internally notes that he’s always acting way angrier than he actually is - anger is a reactive emotion, and if he reacts aggressively, he won’t have to think about these things that challenge the worldview Le Bel has indoctrinated him with. He is literally too frightened to challenge Le Bel, even within his own mind.

Similarly, Yuuya takes on a job that restricts him from forming any semblance of a stable identity or from letting the mask fall. Ever. Sakuya deflects with anger and his high-born reputation, and Yuuya deflects with a flirty laid back persona while allowing everyone he meets to believe every rumour they spread about him. And people treat him horribly. He laughs it off with the whole “that’s a little cold” or “bit harsh” but. Like. It hurts him. I don’t think he’s genuinely ever built up a tolerance against that kind of badmouthing, and the sad part is that the worst of it comes from Sakuya, his own little brother who he would and has done everything for. But he won’t ever refute it or defend himself, because it helps him keep his cover at the school, and also probably in part because he feels he deserves it. Yuuya does not like himself, largely due to his constant guilt. He even doubts his competence at times, when his efforts as an agent fail (see early HoliStar). He has no idea what his future will look like. He has no plans for himself. He acts in defence solely on behalf of other people’s happiness and safety and receives the words of the man he hates most spat in his face by the little brother he would do anything to protect. And yet, to him, it will always have been worth it.

It would’ve been so easy to make them polar opposites but I do love how the writing actually shows a number of key similarities between them that pop up in certain situations.

Their correct answers in their routes typically involve standing up to them or telling them off in some way (Sakuya’s bossiness, Yuuya’s flirtation)

Sometimes make rash decisions due to their anger or irritation (I mean. Sakuya. A lot but also. The egg.)

They are both quick to take on responsibility for others in a crisis situation and tend to handle it fairly well for the most part (rip to Sakuya with the giant tank that showed up at his mansion. to be fair Yuuya couldn’t stop it either.)

Kings of not being honest about their true feelings or personality. Like ever. Masks and defence mechanisms up constantly. (Yuuya is at least a little more self-aware; he does genuinely seem to care about justice - while Sakuya, as stated previously, has very little in the way of an identity at all and is not self-aware in the slightest lol)

Anyways I feel insane about the fantail brothers. That is all.

(Art above is by the author Moa btw. You can find it on the wiki!)

[brainshock-alpha]

For the fanfic writing asks: 7, 18, 26, 29, 78

7. Post a snippet from a wip.

so here's a short one that i haven't shown you before; after the readmore i'll add a longer one that you've already seen but i still wanna post lol

"Nice outfit." [Raihan turns and sees Piers coming around the corner.] "I didn't fool you for a second, did I?" [they say, grinning.] "You kiddin'? I'd clock those mako eyes of yours anywhere." [The reference gets a good chortle out of them.] "Hahaha! I'm a first-class SOLDIER, don't you know? Macro Cosmos enhanced me with Eternatus cells." "Oh my god, can you imagine?" [They share a good laugh together.]

(the brackets are supposed to indicate like, placeholder text or stage directions that i wanna edit later but in practice i end up bracketing most non-dialogue text on the first pass LOL,,,, it's fine,)

18. Do you enjoy research?  Which fic of yours required the most research?

most of the time i do! it's fun to learn new things, of course. but sometimes, man, i feel like i'm trying to roll a boulder up a mountain (labeled "executive dysfunction" like in a freaking political cartoon) and just not getting anywhere with it. as for which fics need the most research, uh, probably any of the ones where i have to write in a language i don't speak ^-^;;; which so far is just Merlin's Bairns and The Day To End All Days. and really the former was entirely in scots whereas the latter just has scots dialogue, so you might think the former unequivocally needed more research. but here's the thing... end all days has a single line of scottish gaelic... and having to come up with that seriously tipped the scales the other way i think. lmao

26. What’s your least favorite part of the writing process?

proooobably coming up with the first draft of anything... the process of putting ideas down on paper for the first time is always so strenuous for me. for some people, being able to just stream-of-conscious that shit into the text editor is a legitimate skill that needs to be developed, and i'm one of them 😔 not that doing the editing afterwards is always a breeze either... ahhhh

29. What’s something about your writing that you’re proud of?

i've gotten this question a couple times in the past, and let's see, i've already talked about my dialogue writing... and i think i've mentioned my fluff fics too... so how about something else? i like what i can come up with when i put a word limit on myself! i feel like i can convey a fair bit even when i don't have a lot of words to work with.

78. What motivates you during the writing process?

........... divine providence mostly LMAO. uhhh in general i have trouble staying motivated throughout a personal project, or any protracted endeavor. when it comes to creative works, though, i can usually get some fuel out of wanting to see something fairly-to-extremely specific come to life. if i wait for someone else to make things that cater to my niche interests i'll be waiting basically forever, so it's up to me to write about leon trapped in a time loop, or hop trying charcuterie with his new brother raihan, or an autistic grad student falling in love with an autistic himbo jock in a surreal post-post-apocalyptic world... well, you get the point! not to mention it's fun to see people's reactions to my fairly-to-extremely specific ideas :)

the longer wip excerpt that i said i'd post:

[context: gloria and victor just got their gym challenge uniforms, before the motostoke opening ceremony]

"Glo! Get a load'a this. Did you know that numbers with leading zeroes count as different to numbers without?" [he informs her, holding up the top to show off what's printed on the back: Victor 001.] "What!" is her first, honest reaction. But she recovers quick enough to jab at him, "That just makes you a discount Leon, y'know." "Shut up," Victor retorts cheerfully, taking the locker next to hers. "You're just mad you didn't think of it first." [It's a funny move, so she is a little jealous. But she's also pretty happy with her own number, 102, even if no one but Victor and Hop is allowed to know why she picked it.] "Positively fuming, aye. So is it pronounced 'zero-zero-one' or 'oh-oh-one'?" "Uhhh, it's just, 'one'. The zeroes are, uh, silent." He can't even finish his sentence without laughing. "Okay, sure. Whatever. You gonna catch a foongus and start saying 'let's have a champignon time' too?" [cackling] "No, you git! Hop's gonna think I'm a freak!!"

[miraclewoozi]

GENERAL BYF ;

if you are under the age of eighteen, do not interact with me or any of my posts. i'm so serious. i'm an adult. i'm twenty six years old. i don't care how 'mature' you are for your age: you're a minor, and i do not want minors reading my content. you do not have my consent to read my work.

also, don't lie about your age to try and slip through the blocking net. it's beyond disrespectful. i literally do not want you here.

anyone under the age of 18 and blogs that are blank (unpersonalised/no profile picture/no bio/no reblogs) WILL be blocked.

likewise, if your age, or at minimum an indicator of being 18+, is not displayed in an easy to find place on your blog, you WILL blocked.

if you've been blocked and you think you shouldn't have been/you've since put your age on your blog and want to be unblocked, send me an ask to my main (/vcrnons) and i'll check it out!

equally important as the above: bigots, go away. if you are racist, ablest, against ANY part of the lgbtq+ community, or otherwise an asshole, the door is shaped like a little cross at the end of the browser tab.

this blog WILL contain nsfw content, either written by myself or reblogged from other writers as recs! content warnings will be tagged appropriately at the start of each post. anything i foresee to be significantly triggering will be tagged cw trigger and tw trigger. please always let me know if i've missed anything.

i work full time ! as much as i'd love to be, i can't be here 24/7. i can't write 24/7. some things might take me awhile to get to. please be patient with me -- i haven't forgotten, i'm probably just busy.

ultimately, this is a hobby for me! it's just for fun! we're all just grown-ups ignoring our real-life struggles by consuming fiction on the internet! please, just have fun. be a good person. i'll try to be one, too.

WHAT I'LL WRITE / WHAT I WON'T ;

all works will be written with a fem bodied/female reader, as that is where my experience lies. i will try to make anything that doesn't contain descriptions of body parts as gender-neutral as possible.

i will write a range of stuff, inclusive of fluff, angst, hurt-comfort, smut, fantasy (i ran out of examples but you get the idea). there are very few concepts that i'm not open to exploring.

i will not write: non-con, incest, piss/shit/vomit kinks, illegal age-gaps, underage content, infantilisation, a/b/o (nothing against it, i just don't know enough about it), member x member ship fics.

REQUESTS ;

at this time, my requests are CLOSED.

please check the list of things i won't write before sending a request. the list may not be exhaustive: there are no doubt things i've forgotten, and is subject to change as things come up.

i accept thoughts/thots/thirsts/spirals in my ask at all times, so even if my requests aren't open, please feel free to send other things! hard or soft, it's fair game.

[onewomancitadel]

I have seen a lot of comments recently saying, why would people AI generate fanfic? You write it because of passion, you literally don't have to do it and other than experimentation (which I think should be completely tagged/admitted to, if shared at all, but honestly there's nothing special about it, it's like playing with a Magic 8-Ball) the real answer is because - and this will be especially true once generative AI becomes sufficiently advanced enough - cheaters feel that the endproduct already belongs to them.

It doesn't matter how small a goal it is, there are people who feel that if it's within their reach, they just deserve it a little faster. Whether it's academic plagiarism or sports (or e-sports) or writing itself as a creative hobby, cheaters have an understandable psychology because they don't think of themselves as morally deficient or questionable in some way. It's very fair to them because they feel they're owed doing well in school or getting a faster time or being a good writer. They could do it, but why not just... make it happen quicker?

You'll notice that with creative hobbies in particular, people feel very embarrassed sharing their writing and trying to develop their skill. A lot of people view this process as being painful, as being indicative of something personally deficient with them, as embarrassing, as a not requisite part of the writing process - some people are just born good writers! Natural talent. Writing isn't viewed as a process that you go through, as an expressive channel, as something which is wholly unique because of who you are as a person. This is partly a commercial idea, of course; you want to become a good writer so you can be published, and people can see you and buy your books, and yeah, even amongst people who recognise writing as a creative hobby still by and large view this as the endgoal. There's probably a Marxist critique in here somewhere, of course, but I don't really want to get into it.

What the person who uses AI-generated tools to generate a fanfic (and who doesn't want to admit to it) thinks is that they think that even a scrambled output deserves to be posted by them. They probably even like people wondering if it's AI-generated - never doubt the potential of a troll. They want the views, they want the kudos, they want the comments, they want the attention. They already feel it belongs to them. So if you're wondering why someone would bother to fuck around like this with fanworks, that is why. Arguably the lower bar to entry with fanworks is just more incentive.

Of course if you asked the average fanfic author why they post their works, it has nothing to do with views or kudos or comments. It comes from a place of passion and engagement. That's why even the worst fanfic writers are admirable as they develop their skills and that's why if you feel that you're a bad writer, you should keep writing and you should keep posting so people can see the work you're doing.

It's probably doomer of me to say that generative AI scraping fanworks is inevitable, is already happening, and people will use those tools to regurgitate garbage - we may even reach a point where we won't be able to tell something is generated compared to the worst possible thing a human could write, that might plausibly pass as something coherent. At the end of the day it's going to be up to readers to decide what they want to read. What do we do if they decide they like AI generated fanworks better? These are actual questions to consider.

If you ask me, I won't stop writing because of it. I won't stop writing if they scrape my works because I don't write for other people. I write as an expressive and communicative tool. I think it's very likely that once generative AI has sufficiently advanced enough, most creatives in the book publishing industry will lose what slim chances there are currently. The problem is not solely AI; the problem is perverse markets and incentives. It is inevitable that profit incentives will kill art. It depends whether it's slow or quick. I don't think you can leave materialist analysis out of this, honestly. The WGA Strikes will definitely decide part of the cultural conversation surrounding screenwriting and generative AI, but if you ask me it will only stem the tide for a bit.

People will say that generative AI is just another tool to be used, but let's be truthful about this creatively. It's not the same as corporate busywork. The mentality of the 'cheater' applies, and it will apply. People will be afraid of being bad writers. People are afraid of being bad writers. The pain will be outsourced. It is near-inevitable. On the reader end? I don't want to read generated works because the point of reading, to me, is human connection and artistic expression - foibles and all.

It is a shame that once, what made fanfic ideologically distinct was that it was absent profit and perverse incentives. It only existed as a product of passion - for good or ill. I don't think this is true anymore. I'm not really sure what to do with that. Sorry. I'm not sure how to end this post either. It feels weird.

I do think it's funny that Dune, of all sci-fi AI concepts, probably got its commentary closest. Letting machines do the creative, emotional thinking for you might've actually been a bad thing. I think we should probably leave Muad'Dib at the door, though.

[eldritchamy]

Hey, hello, how do I hear more of your world building because whenever you have it in tags of stuff, I am OBSESSED

I mean currently the answer is you have to be a specific person in my Discord DMs (and future housemate), who is the recipient of all of my infodumps about this particular topic.

The reason for this is that she's my ACTUAL DM (who runs a delightfully homebrewed Ravnica setting which takes a VERY liberal approach to MTG's concept of a multiverse), and my own homebrew Une-iverse is sort of the version of my characters and their story that exists in my head (I normally refer to this as "Story Mode") and is slowly being built out into its own whole world and, with any luck, several books. She greatly enjoys my infodumping in general, and has also been thrilled to have me as a player (in my first DND campaign!) because, and I quote, "Your passion and care for the story of your character is infectious." Her DMing style also very much jives with how I like to play the game, and the other players in the party, and their characters, are all excellent.

I'm pretty big on establishing and keeping to narrative arcs, and so far I'm pretty happy with where my character is in her journey as a person and how she's relating to the world around her, and in particular her story NPCs. One of my NPCs in particular (my favorite and the one I'm proudest of coming up with) she plays almost EXACTLY how I envision her, so every scene with that character is like a 5 pound brick of dopamine physically pummeled into my bloodstream through blunt force. She's also a very interesting character mechanically, so she's been the subject of QUITE a few infodumps about the mechanics of time and Second Sight and causality. I may make a post about that specifically, because I have a really cool way of explaining it.

When she first put out the call for a campaign she wanted to run, I was the first person to respond because I'd recently been in a bit of a DND hyperfixation (thanks in part to Critical Role) where I had turned a character concept I came up with several years prior into a functional PC. Her pitch for the campaign she wanted to run fit with the character I had started building, and I figured it was as good a time as any to actually get over my anxiety about it and actually join a party.

....While writing up my character's backstory initially, I was typing in a document that hit seven pages before my character was even born, if that's any indication of What I'm Like As A Person.

A fair amount got revised during and after character creation (I homebrewed an entire new 5e class (Witch) between levels 1 and 3 and she let me swap to it). I had some really cool ideas for her character backstory and her story NPCs (whom I, in an extremely on-brand obsessive fervor, had given some pretty deep backstories of their own), and she really enjoyed the creative direction I took everything character-wise and narratively.

And I STILL send her walls of text about character stuff and how they relate to things that happened and why they had the reactions they did to what events in their backstories and how everything interacted to make them such fleshed out and compelling characters.

Because when I get excited about a topic I am utterly, hopelessly incapable of shutting up about it. But she likes it and has a mutual interest in the particular topic, so she's ended up the person I direct all of the infodumps at.

As far as I can remember, I haven't posted anything about it except what's in either the "eldritch OCs" tag or more recently the "Uneiverse" tag on my blog.

I could be encouraged to post more about it, if enough people show an interest. I do think my cosmogony is pretty neat. I do need to work out a historical timeline, though, because currently some Pretty Major Stuff is a bit up in the air in terms of "ok cool but WHEN".

[ourlordandsaviorgojira]

I think you said a lot of interesting stuff about Sacred Bodies but it doesn't feel fair or accurate to say Dualayim and Tolpan just hugged it out as you mentioned when, at least how I interpreted it, that scene shows a very clear primal play with predator and prey which does not need to involve any kind of "traditional" sex per se. The moment they embrace each other is the actual climax of the scene and it is just as loaded as it needs to be. The scene imo was a way for both characters to find a mutual point between their own natures along with the other's, and I at least think it succeeded in being both implicitly sexual and animalistic without going down the easy route of sex or violence (consented or not). The prey submitting to the predator and the predator embracing the prey is as implicit as you can make this about kink without writing it with words explicitly. I don't think they were supposed to consummate a sexual relationship at that moment.

I'm also not really sure what you mean when you mention Dualayim's relationship with sex, sin and her mother, I would love if you could explain that a bit more.

Just something I wanted to share after reading your critique!

I appreciate this honestly, it indicates that there's a different issue going on with my reading of the comic.

Allow me to ramble some more!

What I'm taking from this is that my understanding of sex/kink isn't compatible with the understanding Ver as the writer has, which isn't exactly bad, but it does leave me in the lurch as a reader. We're not speaking the same language as it were.

I don't personally have a lot of experience with kink communities and this is by choice. I think they're interesting from a sociological perspective and the occasional convenient piece of free wank material but engaging socially with people about sex does not interest me. So obviously there are a lot of in-group processes that are alien to me.

The idea that just engaging with a *feeling* as part of kink play, without any other kind of satisfaction, is enough for some people for example. And after talking to some people more familiar with the community than I am and looking from the outside in, I don't feel like it's a particularly honest look at how things really go either. Sex/kink play etc. is literally getting high off your own supply of endorphins, that's why it feels good. That also means it's easy to get burnt out and build a tolerance, why people's preferences become more extreme, why there's concern about porn/sex addiction. What I mean to say is that with that in mind, if predator/prey kink play is what this story is referencing, the logical conclusion is that Tolpan's desires are going to get stronger and just looming over Dualayim looking scary isn't going to do it anymore.

Then there's the issue of what Dualayim gets out of it. Obviously she enjoys actually getting off so just playing the prey seems like it's not meeting her needs. And if she enjoys being the receiver in things that more closely resemble bdsm, then that's saying some interesting things about victims of abuse imo.

There's really only one place this situation can go if we're being honest about it and that's not a particularly good one. That COULD be an interesting conflict, but that still depends on Ver leaning into the bit.

And still, the way this is all framed is very specific to the kink community; it's fairly inaccessible for people who aren't familiar with it. So while I'm happy to admit that a piece of media wasn't made for me, given the presentation of the comic as an interesting human/monster romance, I was under the impression that it WAS. Which is very annoying. The theme of the story may be taboo and deviancy but putting it within a context that's specific to the kink community ultimately hamstrings the accessibility of the narrative, when it didn't have to be that way. And again, the length is not helpful here. We have so many elements of this dynamic that are left out or unspecified because sixty pages isn't nearly enough to be cramming this much worldbuilding into.

Regarding your last question, I'm unsure what you'd like me to elaborate on. Dualayim sought out relationships with other people because her mother was so controlling and ashamed of her. She finally found relief for that need in casual sex with other people (I guess making friends was totally impossible?), which is taboo in their society because that's behavior that the savage humans below engage in. To her society, it's a direct cause of suffering, that's why it's sinful and forbidden. And even the comic helps makes this point. The people who Dualayim sleeps with apparently do nothing to help her, they don't try to protect her from her mother or otherwise return the favor for the massive risk she's taking in being their partner. She's convenient and considered a broken person, so they take advantage of her desires. It's incredibly cruel actually. Sex is not the only cause of Dualayim's suffering but it's certainly one of them. And if the society she lived in were different it might not be a cause at all, but again, the narrative has established that the world below the clouds gives these people a very real reason to fear promiscuity, even if it's a dirty little secret that everyone's got an itch they need to scratch. It's fine, there's a local stone hearted scapegoat for that.

And then we have the concept of "stone hearted" itself. The vagueness of the narrative makes it hard to tell why her mother should be so upset that her daughter is like this. How did she come to that diagnosis? Why is this such a shameful condition? It made raising Dualayim difficult but not all difficult children are autistic. Is stone hearted a catchall diagnosis for Bad children? Where is her husband? Does his absence have something to do with why she's so upset at having an "imperfect" child? Is it normal in their society to be so ashamed of autism or is it just her? How do they treat far more obvious disabilities or divergences like down syndrome or genetic mutations? What about victims of diseases that leave physical deformities? Are physical deformities considered profane? Are people like that cast out or killed? Should Dualayim be grateful to even be alive? I could go on.

Anyways, I understand fraught parent/child relationships exist but in my experience that's more a factor of parents who have trouble with the idea of kids developing their own opinions, not necessarily that they're neurodivergent. It just feels like making her autistic is a tool to make Dualayim sympathetic and her mother villainous instead of treating their different motivations and needs genuinely. It comes off as being fairly lazy storytelling, but it's not the only instance of that here. I went on about my opinions on Tolpan as a character at length last time lol.

So thank you anon, genuinely! You clarified one thing and gave me fifty other loose ends to chase lol. I do enjoy this kind on analysis, I'm not happy if I'm not picking something to bits.