#or if it means you want a new state entirely

[ultramaga]

a) There's no link to the original post, let alone some archive. We have no idea what he said, or even if he corrected himself later, or even if this is an outright lie. Leftists have a terrible relationship to honesty as the foundational statement is "Truth is a Social Construct". b) The ADL and Israel say it wasn't the Nazi salute, despite the ADL being incredible sensitive to anything vaguely right wing - It's ok to be right, the ok symbol, etc. c) linking to a frame rather than the full unedited video is a Coolsville tactic that makes me inclined to assume the author is a Leftist who outright knows they are lying - I could link to countless other left wing figures in the same position. "jews have been sounding the alarm about the rise of antisemitism" Yes, there certainly are a lot of people killing jews lately - and they are supported by Leftists. And opposed by conservatives. Huh.

Guess we're just skipping over the entire movement that is dedicated to exterminating jews now.

"antisemitism is a canary in the coal mine for fascism" It's unconnected. Japanese fascists did not give a fuck, and if anything helped protect jews. Mussolini said that the Nazi obsession with race as a distraction, but later tried to suck up to the Nazis when they turned out to be more successful. And the communist persecution of jews was notorious.

Plus, you seem to be skipping over two thousand years of antisemitism that occurred before fascism had existed.

A fascist jewish state would not be a contradiction in terms - and many Leftists already claim Israel is fascist. Being jewish doesn't make you an expert, it makes you jewish. As many historians pointed out, there were many members of the Nazi Party who were ethnically jewish.

The tests were argued about endlessly because separating jews and germans was a nightmare - the two groups had mingled and merged*.

The Leftist claim that there is a racial hierarchy, and certain people are intrinsically superior on topics simply by birth sounds very familiar. Race. Ism. Race. Ism. Gee, I wonder if that could be shortened? It sounds like a bad idea in any case. *

Addendum: So I had a look at the source - and he's a Leftist. As such, he doesn't believe in Truth to begin with. If your starting point is that there is no objective reality, then there is no chance of honesty. The dude constantly proclaims he is THE holocaust historian, and denies any opposing views exist.

So classical education is "alt-right" - which is an undefined buzzword term used by Leftists to shutdown thought. Nah, bitch, classical education was around for the last two thousand years. To decide that only a Nazi would want to read about Roman history is a typical Leftist tactic, because they hate historicallyeducated people, such folk know that they are wrong, they want INNDOCTRINATED people, which is why he obsesses endlessly about the need to purge home schooling. So what other dirty tricks does he use?

"trad christian"??? Sorry, but almost all christians are trad christians. The few american christians calling for the transing of kids are a tiny minority.

Catholics and Orthodox are the vast majority. His contempt for "trad christians" is typical for a Leftist, sure, but to use the term whilst claiming academic prowess as historian just means that you despise history, and love propaganda and historical revisionism instead.

I could go on, but pronouns in the bio is a bit of a give-away, and I noticed posts on "whiteness" and how architecture is "white-coded" and ... this man is clearly just another fascist, they just have their racism directed at different targets.

jews have been sounding the alarm about the rise of antisemitism and neo-nazi rhetoric around the world for years now, and have been largely dismissed by all sides of the political spectrum. they’re playing the victim, they’re exaggerating, they’re lying, they’re a distraction from other more important issues, etc etc.

i hope this can be a wakeup call for many. if this is shocking to you, i urge you to find jewish voices and creators to follow. antisemitism is a canary in the coal mine for fascism and jewish people are the ones most equipped to recognize it and oppose it.

we will all need each other more than ever for what’s to come. make sure the coalitions and networks you build include jewish people too.

[holyshit]

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[animeyanderelover]

Anon: Nsfw Hc’s for Sukuna?

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, sadism, isolation, abduction, afab reader, Sukuna is a heavy trigger warning, Nsfw, non-con, blood kink, public sex, bondage, blindfold sex, humiliation, blowjobs, gagging, degradation, dacryphilia, breath play, period sex, breeding, branding, murder

Tags: @lovley-valentine7

Nsfw Hc’s

🗾There’s one principle that has always applied to Sukuna and that will always apply to him. That he will always take everything he wants. Throughout his entire existence Sukuna has always indulged in his hedonistic desires, has killed and devoured humans all in the name of his own entertainment and pleasure. Reborn in a new era with new rules and morals, none of that changes. This all spills only disaster for you when you suffer the worst fate of all by becoming the object of Sukuna’s desire and obsession. In his eyes you are no equal. No, you are an object that he will solely use for his own pleasure and it takes no Einstein to realise what this means. To state it simply and painless, Sukuna couldn’t care less about your own consent. He takes you whenever he wants however he wants and the more you scream, cry or suffer the more he will revel in it all. A sadist to the marrow of his bones, there’s nothing but a pleasant tingling that scratches his brain when you are squished beneath his body, snot and tears running down your face as his thick cock rams into you, rearranging your insides. Everything Sukuna does, he does for his own pleasure and your suffering is his pleasure.

🗾You have to be prepared to be available for Sukuna all the time. It doesn’t matter what time it is, if the King of Curses wants to fuck you, you will let yourself be fucked. Spread your legs for him and let him pound into you like the fuck doll that you are. Go down on your knees and worship his cock with your hands and your mouth. Suck him off until he splashes his cum into the cave of your mouth and swallow everything obediently to not waste even a single drop. All you have to focus on is his own pleasure, your own needs and feelings are of no worth. After all isn’t the entire purpose of your existence now to entertain and serve him? To Sukuna it doesn’t matter that he fucks into your mouth so hard that your throat hurts for hours afterwards and you start gagging and heaving. No, if at all your pathetic display of humanity only brings him more sadistic joy and only pushes him on to keep tormenting you. He thrives on humiliation and degradation, often refers to you as his “fuck doll” or “whore” whenever you are forced to suck him off. Don’t deny him those tears of fear and humiliation or he will fuck you raw until you are nothing but a blubbering mess pleading him to stop.

🗾Literally doesn’t matter where the two of you are. Sukuna will pound into your pussy whenever he feels like it and nothing and no one can stop him. As with all things in regard to him it is best to try to never speak of your uncomfortableness too much as this is but an open invitation for Sukuna to inflict more suffering upon you. After all what better way to show the world how big of a slut you are than to have you bend over and loudly moaning whilst he hammers his cock into your soaked cunt? There’s nothing quite like it as he forces everyone through a traumatising experience. The one suffering more than anyone else though is always going to be you as you are the main star of everything. After all those people are nothing but a temporary audience for him until he has fucked you stupid and decides that he wants a small snack. All you can do is watch helplessly with cum-stained thighs as he slaughters all those innocent people before he returns between your legs, the ecstasy of death and fresh flesh aiding his arousal as he’s rock hard once more. Cry, give up or even pass out and it won’t make a difference. Sukuna will only stop once he is fully satisfied.

🗾Everything that will only add to his dominance will be used. However, no toys will be put inside of you. The only thing that will be stuck in any of your holes is his dick and nothing else. Everything else is only ever going to be garnish and never more. Sukuna still makes frequently use of it all. From bondage where he gets his hands on purpose on rough ropes that burn your skin and rub it raw so that he can watch the growing discomfort on your face to blindfolds that he forces you to walk around with before he even rips your clothes away, encouraging you to entertain him in a little game of the blind and helpless mouse and the predatory and superior cat. It only adds to your terror as one of your major senses is taken away, only his haunting cackles in your ears as you stumble and fall around only to eventually feel the cool air on your skin as your clothes are torn apart and one pair of hands pulling you closer by the hips, spearing you onto his erect cock with no warning nor preparation. Your neck is a common target as you look far too pretty with one of his hands wrapped around it, chocking and coughing as he slowly cuts your airways off.

🗾There’s no rationality to any of his cruelties aside from the sadistic kick of dopamine that the King of Curses receives every single time. It is all the motivation that you need. Especially during your period there is never a day where you aren’t fucked as you drive Sukuna crazy with a bodily phenomenon that you can’t even do anything about. He loves the taste of blood, especially your blood so if your body can’t help but be a free feeding station for him who is he to deny it? Your period week is the only time where it won’t be his dick but instead his tongue mercilessly thrusting into you, his face buried in the curly locks of your pussy. Your cramps are completely forgotten as instead you experience the pain of overstimulation over and over again until you’re shaking and sobbing, your whole body trembling. At times Sukuna doesn’t even let you wear anything to cover your lower body as he considers it to be a waste of material that will ultimately be torn apart by him anyways. It’s uncomfortable, especially when you have your menstruation and the blood stains your thighs but it is this sight that Sukuna finds all too arousing, the taste of you already lingering on his tongue.

🗾There is going to be a point in time where he will brand you, using his fire to burn his name onto your body whilst continuing to slam his hips against yours, the force and speed of his thrusts increasing as you start trashing and screaming around the moment the pain invaded your senses. You should worship him for it is only through his mercy that you are still even alive, should be honored that he chooses you as his cockwarmer and cumdumpster. In fact it is a special case that there are no other women he keeps as bedwarmers but even if they were, they wouldn’t last long. You’re always left in a rough shape after Sukuna is done with you and in multiple cases you are left unconscious as well. Deep scratches from not two but four hands, aching parts of your body where he squeezed too hard and bite marks all over you, ruining your skin. Often you aren’t even able to walk the next morning, the sharp and hot pain not enabling you to walk on shaky legs. Uraume tends to look after you whenever Sukuna has had his way with you. He knows that his servant is much more talented with such things than he could ever be so he leaves you in more capable hands.

[sissylittlefeather]

So... I had this dream about Elvis.

It's a little blurry and my English isn't perfect, nos, but I can remember the important bits.

I (the reader, of you wanna write about it ;]) was working as Elvis's assistant and practically loved with him. There where some feelings between us and, eventually, we ended up in bed together. The things were getting heated up, he was rubbing himself through his pants and i was grinding against his thigh.. and just when things where going to get good...

I woke up.

Oh, sweet, sweet nonnie. Your fantastic dream sparked a whole thing for me. Please enjoy this fanfic that resulted from this ask:

Return to Sender

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, dry humping, thigh riding, p in v sex, unprotected sex, ejaculation

Word count: ~3.3k

Also decided to base it loosely on this gif:

You were so nervous in your interview that you actually knocked a cup of something off of his desk. As a result, you were pretty sure you did not get the job. But what you didn't know is that he found your stuttering and fidgeting endearing and when you bent over to clean up the cup you spilled, the view he got of your ass made his decision for him.

That's how you ended up as Elvis Presley's private secretary. It's 1959 and he gets so much fan mail these days that he can't manage it all himself. So, he hires you to help him out. He's pleased when you prove to be useful and supremely impressed when you show him that you can mimic his signature perfectly. Still, his interest in you is far from purely functional.

He's not sure how to go about making his first move, especially since you work for him and he'd hate to lose you. You're really quite effective, so he'll have to play this just right. He doesn't want to offend you and run you off for good.

Instead, he spends a lot of time watching you and smiling at you when you catch him looking. You can't figure out why he keeps looking at you. You're not dumb, not even naive really, but it still seems outside the realm of reality that he might be into you for more than your typing skills.

He tests the waters a little with some flirtation here and there, and you don't seem to turn him down, but you also don't seem to reciprocate. He confuses your nervousness with disinterest and tries to stay focused on the task at hand any time you're together. But as time passes, you get more and more comfortable with each other and eventually a kind of friendship forms between you. It's easy to bond as you laugh about some of the crazy things the girls write to him, but you really start to get close when he begins to talk to you. And not just about the letters. Without meaning to, he tells you about his loneliness, his fears, and how much he misses his mama. You're a good listener and he needs you more than he realizes.

Eventually, you get to the end of his time in the service and know he'll be headed back to the states soon. You're not exactly excited about seeing him go, but there's not much you can do to change it, so you take it in stride.

He's not so resigned, though.

If there's even the slightest chance that you might want him, he's not going to let the opportunity pass him by. The night before all of his big army-ending interviews, he asks you to come over. You assume he needs you to get through some letters or something before he leaves, but he has something else entirely different in mind.

“Hey, honey, thank you for coming over so late.” His voice is quiet, shy almost. The room is dimly lit and there's the faint smell of cigar smoke in the air. He sits in a large armchair, watching you as you stand in the middle of the room. You nod and tell him that you don't mind.

“You have some new letters that you need help with?” He shakes his head sheepishly, shifting uncomfortably in the chair.

“Not really. I just wanted to see ya before I leave.” You blink a few times, confused.

“I'll be there for the interviews tomorrow.” He nods. This is not a surprise, but he wants to talk to you without people around.

“Yeah, but…” He fumbles over the words, trying to say exactly what he feels. The hesitation is heavy in the air between you and it's almost as though the words get caught in his throat when he tries to speak.

“But what, Elvis?” You look down at him and he sighs deeply, drumming his fingers on his knee anxiously. Without warning, he stands up and walks to you, grazing his fingertips over your cheek gently. There's a moment of nothing but being between you and you see the conviction enter his eyes.

“Oh, fuck it.” And then his lips are on yours, soft and needy. At first, you're so shocked that you stand there with your eyes open and his mouth on yours. You can see his eyelashes where they settle on his cheeks and feel him breathing as his chest rises and falls so close to you. He pulls back and notices the look on your face. “No? Was that…?”

“Do it again.” A smile creeps across his face and he leans down and kisses you again. This time your eyes close and you melt into him. The taste of him on your lips is exquisite, something between mint and man, and it feels like you'll never get enough. He deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth, his hands drifting to your hips as he pulls you in close to him, your bodies flush against each other. You moan softly as his lips move down your jaw to your neck and his hands slips down to grab your ass through your dress.

“I've wanted this forever.” His voice rumbles against your throat. You feel his hardness where he presses it against you, the urgency in his hips becoming more obvious.

“Took you long enough.” A little giggle escapes your lips as his hands continue to roam your body, squeezing you where it pleases him. He takes your breasts in both hands and lets out a small whimper. The need for more of him burns inside of you, manifesting in the ache in your center. His cock is so hard it hurts as he rolls against you, tangling one hand in your hair to hold you still as he dips his tongue into your mouth again. You start to pull at his shirt as he walks you backwards through the house toward his bedroom, one arm wrapped around your waist to keep you as close to him as possible.

You fumble with buttons, fingers trembling in anticipation. All of a sudden, it seems like his shirt has a hundred buttons and you groan in frustration. He pulls back, chuckling and pulls it over his head, dropping it to the floor. In the hallway, he turns your back to him and puts your hands on the wall, dragging his down your back to your hips. The ache between your thighs is quickly becoming unbearable, your body burning up with the intensity of your need. His hands grip your hips as he ruts against you, his erection straining against the fabric of his pants. Then, you feel his lips on the back of your neck as he unzips your dress, pushing it forward off of you to let it pool at your feet. He turns you to face him, eagerly raking his eyes over you hungrily as his tongue darts out to wet his lips. He takes a moment to really appreciate your body in just your underwear and bra.

“What?” You ask playfully, noticing the spellbound look on his face. He shakes his head a little, basking in the scent of your perfume as it mixes with the heat of your body.

“You're even more beautiful than I could've imagined.” He runs his fingertips down the side of your stomach and grips your hip tightly. The last ounce of inhibition leaves you and you grab the back of his neck, pulling his lips back down to yours. Every ounce of him hums with insatiable desire as his soft mouth moves on yours passionately. He pushes your back to the wall and presses his body tightly against yours, his thigh on your center. Without thinking, you start to rub yourself on his thigh, your body begging for friction against your swollen clit. He groans and starts to roll his hips against you. “Goddamn, baby. Don't stop that.”

Your hands slide around to his back as you pick up speed, grinding your clothed pussy on his leg.

“Oh god, Elvis.” A deep moan floats up and out of you as your aching bud reacts to the delicious sensation of his pants.

“Fuck, baby. That's a good girl. Make yourself cum on me.” He grips your hips and helps you rut against him, chasing your orgasm. The wetness seeps through your panties, soaking the fabric under you, but he doesn't care. He wants you to cum, needs you to cum, his hips stuttering against you as you rub on him.

“I'm s-so close.” It's more of a whimper than a sentence, but he gets your meaning. His grasp on your hips is almost bruising as you grind on him faster and harder. The familiar bubbling heat gathers in your lower belly as the sweat drips between your breasts. He captures your lips in a desperate kiss and then mumbles against you.

“Come on, baby. You're right there. Let go.” And then, like your body knew to listen to him, you cum on command, shuddering and trembling as the orgasm rushes through you, sending bolts of pleasure to your extremities. He starts to slow the rolling of your hips as you go floppy against him. “Good girl. So pretty when you cum.”

“Think I might've ruined your pants.” You whisper and he chuckles.

“They'll wash. Can you walk?” You look at him, your eyes hazy with your post-orgasm daze.

“Huh?”

“I'm nowhere near finished with you.” He smirks.

“I'm not sure-” You don't even get the sentence out before he bends down, throwing you over his shoulder. A squeal escapes your lips as he carries you to the bedroom and drops you unceremoniously on the bed. He turns on a small light on the nightstand, casting a kind of orange glow around the room. You look at him standing there, the small patch of hair on his chest, his angelic face, and the small wet spot where his dick has leaked precum onto his pants and continues to stand at full attention. He looks at you spread out on the bed and decides at that moment that he'd give you anything you wanted, even his last name if you asked for it.

“I need you, baby.” He palms himself over his pants and you nod, reaching back to unhook your bra. You slip it down your arms and drop it on the floor, moving to push your panties down your legs. He grunts when your pussy becomes visible, moving his hand on his cock a little faster. When you spread your legs, he bites his bottom lip and moans.

“What are you waiting for?” You coo. His eyes are glued to your glistening pussy as he quickly unbuttons his pants and lets them drop. Your mouth waters a little as his cock bounces free, big and uncut and weeping precum. He climbs on top of you, arranging himself against your entrance and taking one of your legs onto his shoulder.

“You ready for me, honey?” He asks desperately, rubbing his tip through your wet folds. You nod and he groans, slowly pushing into you. The feeling of his dick stretching you out is overwhelmingly good. Finally, he groans, his whole cock buried deep inside you, balls pressed against your ass, as he resists the urge to pound you silly. Your hands clench around the silky sheets and you breathe, trying to adjust to the feeling of him. He looks at you with his eyebrows knit together in concern. “You okay?”

“God, yes.” He smiles down at you and pulls his hips back, sliding his now-wet cock out of you and then rolling them forward again, plunging himself into you. Your eyes roll back and you moan loudly as he starts to pick up a steady rhythm of slamming against you. He kisses your ankle gently and fucks into you over and over again. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as the scent of your sex hangs in the air. Your breasts bounce with every thrust and he grunts, his release gathering in his balls. The headboard starts to bang against the wall and the little light on the nightstand rocks with the force of your lovemaking.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good. Such a tight little pussy.” His hair is sweaty on his forehead and you revel in the smell of him as he wraps your leg around his hip and leans down to kiss you, his cock sliding in and out of you. In doing so, he shifts the angle a little and begins to rub against your g-spot. Now, you whimper and moan with every movement of his hips, clawing at his back as he pounds you. You devolve into just a body, soaking in each sensation: skin pressed together, sticky and wet, his tongue in your mouth, insistent and deep, and his cock filling your pussy up again and again. He does the same, sinking into the waves of pleasure, your tight heat wrapped around his dick, squeezing him just right. Everything is sensual as you mix together and quickly lose track of whose sweat is whose.

“Elvisssss…” You whine, another climax crashing into you and burning you up from the inside out. He moans with the feeling of your pussy tightening around him.

“Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum. Fuck. Gonna… oh fuck!” He pulls out of you at the very last possible second, shooting cum all over the inside of your thighs. His cock throbs and pulses and he collapses on top of you, sticky ropes pumping out of him onto your legs. When he finally finishes, he groans loudly and picks up his head, kissing your lips softly. You giggle and push his hair back off his forehead. He chuckles. “I made a mess.”

“Yes, you did. But I helped.” He laughs and kisses you again.

“Yeah, I'm gonna blame this one on you.” You giggle as he rolls off of you and fetches a washcloth from the bathroom to clean you up. When he's done, he crawls back into bed and pulls you onto his chest. “Stay with me?”

You look up into his eyes and it's obvious he doesn't want to be alone tonight. Honestly, you wouldn't leave him even if you could.

“Of course.” He smiles and nuzzles into your hair. You settle in to sleep with him wrapped around you.

***

When you wake up the next morning, he's already dressed in his full uniform. He moves around the room quietly, but he notices when you stir and smiles softly.

“Hey, baby.” You lift your head up and yawn, stretching.

“You're leaving?” He nods and then sits down on the bed to put his shoes on.

“Yeah, I have those interviews. You comin’?” Again, it's clear that he wants you there, so you nod back.

“Oh yeah. I just have to run home and get dressed, but I'll be there.”

“Good.” He leans in and kisses your forehead before standing up. You're still naked from your activities last night and he looks down at you hungrily. He pulls the covers down a little so that he can see your body. “Goddamnit. I hate to leave ya.”

You're not sure if he's talking about this morning or forever. You reach out and take his hand, kissing it gently and then placing it on your breast.

“Fuck.” He climbs into bed in his uniform and pulls you onto him, kissing you deeply and running his hands all over your body.

“Thought you had to go?” You ask between kisses. He groans and buries his face in your neck. The sweet scent of your sweat and sex lingers on your skin and he breathes it in, trying to commit everything about you to memory. He mumbles into your hair.

“Yeah, I do. Just wish I could keep you naked in my bed forever.” For a few more seconds, you just hold each other, trying not to think about the future. Then, he pulls away from you and gets out of bed. “I'll see you at the interviews.”

He turns and leaves before he can get back into the bed and stays there until he dies. You sigh and get up, gathering your things and getting dressed. Something is missing, though. You cannot find your panties anywhere. Sighing again, you check your watch. You don't have time to keep looking. At least he'll have something to remember you by.

******

At the interviews, you stand behind him sipping your coffee and watching. The press are snapping photos like crazy and the flash bulbs are almost giving you a headache. You wonder how he stands it. The room is filled with noise and people, but you can't take your eyes off of him. He looks better than he ever has before, but maybe that's because you've seen him naked and know how beautiful he is without clothes. Your eyes drift down a little and you think about what's hiding under his pants, rubbing your thighs together. And that's when you see them: your panties, just barely peeking out of his pocket.

Your mouth pops open, but you shut it quickly. That little shit. He stole your panties! And he has them with him!

You grab a pen and a scrap of paper and scribble out a note. Motivated by his boldness, you walk up behind him and then lean forward, slipping the note into his jacket. He looks up and realizes it's you, his heart stopping in his chest. Still, he plays it off for the press and keeps going.

However, the second he's able, he pulls out the note and reads it eagerly.

You thief. I see what you stole and I want them back! Call me before you leave.

He grins widely, kisses the note, and folds it up, adding it to the pocket where your panties are. His intention was only to keep them, but now his blood is pumping with the possibility of seeing you again. A thought hits him and he sits with it for a bit. By the time he gets home, he's determined to make it a reality. He picks up the phone and dials your number.

“Hello?”

“I'm not givin’ em back.” Your face breaks into a smile.

“You better!” He chuckles.

“Alright, you can have ‘em. BUT-” He pauses for effect and you just about die with anticipation. You hear him take a deep, steadying breath before he continues. “You have to come get them in Memphis.”

Your mouth drops in shock. You're not sure what you were expecting, but it wasn't that.

“In Memphis?”

“Yes. Come home with me.” His heart is in his throat as he waits for your response. He twists the phone cord around his finger and bites his lip. If only he could see your face. The suspense is killing him.

“Okay.” What else could you say?

“Okay?” He asks excitedly, standing up with the phone.

“Yes.” Your heart is racing, but there's nothing that important keeping you here. Not if he's asking you.

He does a silent fist pump and thanks God that you said yes.

“I'll come get you on my way to the airport. Pack to stay for a while. Like, forever.”

“Elvis…”

“Listen, baby. It took me a long time to find you. I'm not lettin’ you get away anytime soon. You gonna argue?” You think for a second about what you're agreeing to and then decide to take a leap of faith.

“Not at all.”

“Good. And baby?”

“Yeah?” He hesitates for a second, his nerves getting the better of him. Then, he just says it, unable to keep the words from tumbling out.

“I love you.” Your heart stops.

“I love you too, Elvis.”

******

The End

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[getaapologist]

The Tension and the Terror.............Part VI

Pairing: Emperor Geta x OFC (extremely loosely, character is named but otherwise not described besides hair length in a later part)

Summary: Letha looks out for Caracalla. Geta plays healer and they are interrupted, oh so rudely.

Warnings: Violence, mentions of blood, 18+ only

Word Count: 2.9k

Part 6 of 13?

[ Part V ]

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A/N: Hope you like this! There's just something about a reserved, yet teasing Geta. I can imagine it so well. I don't think I would be able to rein myself in. I would probably already have been killed, honestly.

“I do love it when they flood the Colosseum,” Caracalla confided, leaning over to where Letha sat at his side, sharing his wide chair. He was hardly sat in it anyways, constantly getting up to lean over the ledge, watching the sharks as they circled in the water. She had hardly spared a look Geta’s way since his dismissiveness that morning. Besides, she had a new job now. 

She didn’t know what she’d do if there was a reprisal so soon, but she could try her best. It wasn’t as if she had any choice. She tried to ignore the pain radiating from her shoulder. No thought was given to her pain by anyone around her, so she said nothing of it. She wasn’t sure what could be done anyway, and she wasn’t about to ask Caracalla for some of his supply. She didn’t like the way it made her feel.

“Do you like the games, Letha?” Caracalla asked, leaning back in his throne, quite close to Letha. It didn’t bother her. But it would probably be an entirely different story if it were his brother instead. Just imagining it made her feel foolish. At least this time she could blame the heat on her state.

“Not particularly, Emperor,” she admitted.

He grinned. “Well, I think you’ll like this one. You might recognize some of them.”

Something about the way he said it struck her as particularly mean, despite his innocent tone. As if it didn’t occur to him that she could be distressed at that fact. And she was distressed. Though most of them were prone to act out their baser impulses, there were a handful that still knew how to behave around a woman. She hoped she didn’t see them here today.

As the boats appeared, any effort to converse with Letha was abandoned. She watched Caracalla react to the promise of bloodshed much like any other Roman she’d encountered. With unabated glee. He was childlike, but there was nothing innocent in the way he cheered for every fallen man, every spray of blood. He didn’t cheer for any particular side, he cheered for the violence. She now understood what Macrinus told her. That he was bloodthirsty.

And the sound. The sound. She grit her teeth, attempting to hold in the way she wanted to react to the fighting as it crashed all around her. She was dangerously close to getting lost in her memory. She could just barely begin to make out her home in the distance, the trees behind it on fire, when–

The impact of the arrow hitting the wooden post of Geta’s throne shook Letha out of her spiral. Her hands were on Caracalla in a heartbeat, seizing the shoulders of his robes and hauling him down below the wall of the Emperors’ box. Her shoulder screamed in protest at the sudden motion and forced a cry to leave her throat as she bashed it into the floor.

It was followed soon after by fearful noises coming from the smaller Emperor. His hand gripped her forearm tightly and she could tell he was on the verge of panic. As the guards moved in she helped him get up, keeping  a hand on his back to press him lower to prevent him from being an easy target as they fled the box. 

Once they were inside the innards of the Colosseum she eased her hold on Caracalla. She still stayed firmly at his side just in case someone thought to take advantage of the chaos. She had lost sight of his brother, annoyed with herself at the stab of concern that surfaced at the thought of his safety.

“This way, Emperor,” General Tegula instructed, gesturing to a small passage just behind him. Caracalla paused, feet planted in the flow of Praetorians and senators as they moved briskly past them to the public exit. “Emperor Caracalla?”

Letha moved around him, eyes searching, trying to figure out what was wrong. He looked a lot like how she’d felt back in the Colosseum before the chaos unfolded. Trapped in her mind. Terrified.

“Emperor Caracalla, we have to go back home,” she soothed, talking to him like she might a small child. “I’m sure Dondus would like to know you’re safe.”

“Where is my brother?” he asked, light eyes swimming with unshed tears. 

“Through here,” Letha explained, pointing to the doorway behind her. “I’m sure he is so worried about you. Let’s not keep him waiting any longer,” she smiled, holding a hand out for Caracalla to take.

“Hurry,” Tegula pleaded, urging them on through the passage. 

Caracalla finally gripped her hand and she gently tugged him along behind her through the descending passage, her other hand holding up the hem of her skirts so she didn’t stumble in the low light. She didn’t have time to think about the pain in her shoulder. She would check the damage done later.

Seeing light at the end of the sloped walkway, she prepared herself for the bright sun. Guards waited there to usher them to the safety of a waiting carriage. She gently held Caracalla back, stepping into the carriage first to check the occupants. She could feel him keeping a grip on the skirts of her dress. 

Sticking her head in, Letha locked eyes with a stressed Geta. “My brother?” he questioned, reminding her of her new responsibility. She reached down for Caracalla’s wrist and pulled him inside, moving aside so he could step past. The twins relaxed at the sight of each other, unharmed. 

Letha sat down on the firm wood bench closest to the opening as her adrenaline finally abated, the flaring of the pain in her shoulder now radiating down to her elbow. 

The two men sat beside each other, Geta listening intently as Caracalla relayed the horrors he’d just experienced. It was an intimate look into their relationship, one Letha suspected almost no one got to see. Though they were the same age, Geta was far and away the older brother out of the two. A natural protector. She could see genuine comfort in Geta’s face as Caracalla’s panic eased into a frustrated rant at the games being cut short. 

Letha nearly slid down to the floor as the carriage began to move, quite quickly at that. Her quick reach for something to grab onto caused her to groan, her hand reaching for her shoulder. 

“Are you alright, Letha?” Caracalla asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

“I’m fine,” she assured him, holding her hand out to urge him to remain in his seat. The last thing they all needed was him hitting his head on something.

“Letha, you’re bleeding,” Geta spoke.

She was confused. 

“Your hand,” Geta urged, concern in his eyes. 

She turned her wrist and was confronted by her palm, stained with blood. She reached for her shoulder despite the throbbing pain and moved the fabric aside, realizing that the cloth covering was soaked through with blood. She let out a frustrated sigh and desperately hoped she hadn’t ripped any of the stitching. She didn’t think she would survive another visit from the healer and his needle.

Geta kept his eyes on Letha, unable to help himself. Even after they arrived home and she led Caracalla back inside, she still put aside her discomfort to follow his brother to his chambers. As Caracalla led her down the hallway, Geta could hear her assuring his brother that she would visit the healer as soon as he was safe in his rooms. It stirred emotions in Geta that he wasn’t prepared for. 

Under normal circumstances it would be him leading Caracalla back to his rooms, easing his concerns after such a stressful day. How Caracalla didn’t have an outburst at any point after the stray arrow lodged into the wood beside Geta’s head, Geta couldn’t say. It had been a while since the last one, and Letha had not yet experienced a true fit. She shouldn’t be so good at it, but she was. It was undeniable. 

Geta felt uncertain. With his usual responsibility to his brother taken up by Letha, he was left with nothing to do. He supposed now was as good a time as any to visit the bath, to truly relax and make the most of his free time before dinner arrived and he had to host their guests. An exhausting responsibility, one he wished he could delegate to his brother. But alas, his brother surely didn’t want it either.

His conversation with Macrinus had eased his concerns about her. Slightly. He had been lured in by her initially, and was captured by her show of violence, but the idea that he could become a target of it gave him enough pause to back off. This softness she had for his brother, however, warmed him right back up to her. He wanted to speak with her, to tell her he was grateful for her protection of his brother. To tell her she could never leave them now.

“I’m sorry to bother you, Emperor, but I still don’t know my way around this place. Where is my room?”

Geta looked up and felt almost startled by her presence, as if his quiet thoughts had summoned her. “Letha…”

“Yes?” She questioned, raising an eyebrow.

He forced his distracting thoughts out of his head. “Shouldn’t you be looking for the healer?”

She glanced away, down to the marble floor. “I’m not eager to find myself at the mercy of that needle again,” she admitted. 

Geta smiled slightly, mischief blossoming in his chest. “Come with me.”

She looked up sharply, confusion in her eyes.

“I’ve tended to a great many wounds,” he explained. “I can check on it at least.” 

He could see the questions she wanted to ask, could almost hear them asked in her voice. No matter how pleasant, the implication of them would still cut deeply. He didn’t want to discuss it and hoped she wouldn’t push it.

“I don’t want to take up your time, I’ll go see the healer,” she excused, stepping back. 

“But you don’t know how to get there,” Geta teased. A flutter passed through his stomach at the sight of her eyes narrowing. “Come,” he grinned, “I’ll show you around.”

She let out a sigh before taking a step towards him, her hands gesturing ahead as if to urge him to start walking. He didn’t need to be told twice, holding her gaze for a moment before turning around and strolling deep into the palace.

Letha couldn’t breathe, didn’t dare move as Geta’s ringed fingers hooked under the fabric over her shoulder. She could feel him staring her down as he lowered the strap, revealing the deep maroon-stained bandage. She figured he probably liked this, her unwilling to meet his eyes, floundering quietly beneath him. She felt like she was back in that warm room, shrinking under the weight of his teasing. 

His fingers pressed at her tender skin, making her wince. He lifted the bandage up off the wound. The pain forced her eyes shut as she bit back the groan travelling up her throat. It stayed stuck against the stitches, the dried blood holding firm.

“Hmm,” he paused, “water,” he muttered, leaving her side. She allowed herself to look at him now, watching him as he approached a table across the room where fruit and pitchers sat, waiting to satisfy any urge he might have for sustenance. He returned with a cup of clear, refreshing water. 

She looked up at him, having reached the threshold of quality time with Geta required to be comfortable. She found herself slowly getting used to the weight of his presence. It could be dangerous. 

“Do all Emperors receive the training of a healer, or just you?”

The corner of Geta’s lips quirked up at her effort at banter. “I’d hardly call it training. I can summon him if you wish,” he offered, meaning the healer.

“Do you have a needle over there?” she asked, glancing over at the tray placed on the small side table pulled up to his hip. She did find it highly curious that Geta, of all people, would have these things in his rooms. She didn’t think it was appropriate to ask why.

He wrung the scrap of cloth out slightly before pressing it to her shoulder and the stuck bandage. “No.”

She winced, but tried to hide it, for his sake. “Then I think I’ll be okay in your hands,” she answered.

“My hands, hmm?” he teased.

Her face grew hot at his suggestive tone. “That’s not what I meant.”

He let out a chuckle, unable and unwilling to hide his amusement from her. “It’s hard to know for sure, you know.” He pulled the bandage away, leaning down to inspect the wound and make sure the stitches were still stuck tight. He was relieved to find that they were. “After our prior encounter, I can’t assume you to be wholly innocent, Letha,” he grinned.

Letha turned her face and met his eyes, alarmed to find just how close he was. His grin stayed stuck firm on his lips, his warm brown eyes fixed on hers, until, for just a split second, they dipped lower, to her lips–

She looked away, her heart racing. Surely not. Surely he was just being kind, thanking her in his own way for her efforts to protect his brother. There could be no other motive. She wouldn’t allow herself to consider the alternative.

“So shy,” he teased, returning to his full height, perusing the contents of the side table until he found what he was looking for.

“Or maybe you’re intimidating,” she shot back, stilling as his fingers returned to her skin, gently smoothing a fresh bandage over the wound, loaded with some sort of healing poultice. She felt her wound grow cold for once, instead of angry and hot. It relaxed her.

He got low again, his face near hers as he pressed the edges of the tacky cloth down on her skin as gently as he dared. “Do I intimidate you, Letha?”

She met his warm, suffocating eyes. He was in control, had her right where he wanted. Where she wanted. She couldn’t lie to herself. As much as it went against everything that brought her here, she couldn’t help the way he made her feel. It was so unlike the reaction she had to anyone else. She wasn’t supposed to like him, she was meant to hate him and his brother, but with every moment spent in their presence she just felt more and more at ease. 

“Yes,” she admitted, her breathing unsteady, those snakes making themselves known again, swirling around inside.

She was a traitor. A traitor that let her eyes fall to his full, pink lips, watching as they parted slightly before he began to smile.

“Emperor Geta,” a soft, cloyingly sweet voice sounded from somewhere behind him. 

Letha again turned away, sliding out from under his fingertips. She hurriedly pulled the strap of the dress back up over the wound, ignoring the stinging as she sought to get as far away from Geta as possible while she still could. The interruption served as a rogue wave, washing icy water over her, putting out the heat Geta had brought forth. Drawing her ire.

Something close to fury overtook Geta’s features. It wasn’t directed at Letha. He quieted it before turning around to find out who saw fit to disturb him in his chambers.

“Lyra, I did not send for you,” Geta spoke, seemingly surprised.

Letha wanted to leave the room, reminded of their relationship instantly as Lyra brightened under his gaze, despite his tone.

“I heard about what happened, I just wanted to check on you,” she smiled, ignoring all signs that she might have interrupted something. Letha thought it was probably intentional. She wasn’t stupid. Or blind. “There’s still time before dinner, so I thought…” She didn’t need to finish her sentence.

“Excuse me,” Letha finally spoke, wanting to be anywhere else than in the presence of the tall Emperor and his lover. She strode for the doorway Lyra had just passed through, trying to remember Geta’s directions as they walked the halls earlier. 

“Leave me,” Geta ordered Lyra, a bit cold. Letha left the room before she could hear any more.

As she retraced their path back to where he said her rooms were, her face burned. Embarrassed, she pushed through the door quickly and fell back against it, forcing it shut. 

“Fool,” she scolded. “Absolutely stupid, stupid.”

Her rational mind returned now that she wasn’t suffocated by Geta’s aura. She needed to get a grip on herself, fast. She couldn’t allow herself to get entangled with him. What would happen when he realized she was sent there with a purpose? That the man she’d killed had been paid by the man that owned her? It wouldn’t matter what she might feel for him. It would be her death. Even now she was descending into a well, every moment spent not killing the twins was another board being laid over top, hammered in harshly.

If she wasn’t going to kill the Emperors, she had to come up with a solution to Macrinus. If he knew she wasn’t going to complete her task, she would surely be top of his list to be murdered with all she knew of his plans. She was in more danger than she knew how to handle. Would the Emperors ever forgive her for her choices, for considering their deaths? She expected not.

[ Part VII ]

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TLDR: my activity over the next week or so will probably be spotty. taking a small semi - hiatus but i'll still be lurking / writing from time to time but. just don't expect too much. i'm going to rant a little under the cut so forgive me, you don't need to really read it i'm just on the verge of crashing out and i need to vent, thank you.

my mental health at the end of 2024 wasn't great ( honestly all of 2024 was very hard for me ) and now with the state the US is in and having pretty much no way to leave or anything is freaking me out. the last few days all i've wanted to do is play LADs or honkai and watch youtube as a distraction. my spoons are low and i'm on the verge of tears what feels like every other hour so. with that being said i need to be honest with myself and say 'hey. you need a break'. so, for the next week or so i'm going to be sporadic with activity. i may only post one reply a day or none at all & i'm sorry but i told myself i'd be more real with myself and give breaks to myself cause well, this is a hobby & not a job. i've been pretty consistent with activity for a while and going into 2025 i told myself i'd take breaks and only write when i feel good so this is me sticking too that.

it's just . . . crazy to be acting like nothing is wrong and everything is cool when it's not. i feel bad for trying to distract myself but also, as a queer / non - binary person all this news and shit is exhausting and taking a toll on me mentally. all i've wanted to do the past week is cry and rot in bed. and i will be damned if i let that orange man steal away my happiness. i want to stay informed but also protect myself mentally when the past year has been so hard on me. i have depression, anxiety & ocd already. constantly exposing myself to scary news is just draining me entirely. it doesn't help that i live with my grandparents who are trumpies. but i don't have the means to move out so, i'm kinda stuck here.

idk. i just wanted to write this down somewhere so i could get it off my chest. if you read all of this post, thank you. you didn't need to.

if you need someone to talk to or need a distraction than, talk to me and i'm more than willing to vent or yell or talk about RP or whatever. discord is the best way to do that ( softsalem666 ) love you guys and thanks for reading, again.

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You Can Start a Family (Extra: Dom/Sub Dynamic)

Summary: After much discussion, you ask Sarah, Mitch, and Harry to dominate you in bed, a decision you know you won't regret.

Word Count: 3.6K

CW: dom/sub dynamics, blindfolds, slight bondage, use of safeword (very minor and it's fixed right away), daddy kink, edging, overstimulation, oral sex (f receiving), p-in-v sex, aftercare (so much, so sweet)

AN: This is another one of those ideas that came to mind and won't leave me until I write it. There's a scene in chapter 9 of the main story that has Mitch & Sarah being pretty dominant, so I wanted to do another little something similar but now with Harry, and with proper communication from all four of them before they do a legit scene together.

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“Okay, let’s go over everything one more time,” Mitch says, causing you to nearly roll your eyes. 

But you refrain, knowing how important it is that you’re all on the same page. Trust and communication is key. 

Because for the first time, you’re going to fully properly submit to your two boyfriends and your girlfriend in the bedroom. While giving over control to them is not entirely new, this is the first time it’s been planned out this way. 

Though you’d slipped into murky territory, letting them have control of your body and your pleasure before, this was going to be more intense. 

And you craved it. 

The four of you sit around the kitchen table, to have one last check in before finally having your first scene with them. 

“You’re sure you want all three of us to dom you?” Mitch asks next. “Because Harry is more than willing to sub with you if it’d make you more comfortable.”

“I know, and I’d like to do that another time. But today I want to sub for all three of you.”

Harry, as well as Sarah, were comfortable being both dominant and submissive, and you know that you guys will explore all possible dynamics in the future. But for today, you selfishly want to be the only sub. You want all their attention on you. 

A part of you feels almost guilty about how self centered you’re being, but the larger part knows the others don’t think that way. Truly, they love showering you with attention and affection. And they love making you squirm. 

Which is exactly the plan for today. 

Since it’s the first time you’re officially giving up full control, the other three discussed every step of it with you to make sure you were comfortable with everything. 

“Tell me the safe word,” Mitch says. 

“Kiwi,” you reply immediately. 

“And that goes for everyone,” Harry adds. “Not just Y/N. If anyone is feeling uncomfortable or needs to stop for any reason we can all use that word and everything stops. Same for using the colors.”

You nod along and Mitch says, “Y/N, tell us what the colors mean.”

“Green means everything is good, keep going. Yellow means slow down or pause for a moment. And red means stop everything immediately.”

“Good girl,” Mitch states, causing you to blush and sending a spark of heat through your body. 

“Oh, a praise kink,” Sarah says. “Should’ve guessed that one.” You blush deeper, but she runs a gentle hand through your hair, letting you know she’s only teasing you. 

“I’m going to go through the plan one more time, and you’re going to tell me your color for each thing. First you’re going to strip for us and Harry will tie you to the bedposts. Color?”

“Green.” That was a no brainer for you. This was all about being open and vulnerable, so baring your body to them is exactly what you want to do. 

“And then we’ll put on the blindfold.”

“Green.” You’d never been blindfolded before, but you’d heard that it can make the sensations more intense so you want to try it.

“Then Harry, Sarah, and I will all tease you, rile you up, edge you until we’ve all come and you’re about to burst. Only then will we let you come. And you’ll come as much as we want you to. What’s your color for all of that?”

“Green,” you reply without hesitation. Mitch and Sarah had done something similar after one of the Wembley shows at the start of your relationship. You remember it being so frustratingly good and overwhelming, and you couldn’t wait to experience that same torturous pleasure again. 

“Ok, good. And are you still okay with possibly slipping into subspace?” Mitch asks.

“Yes, I am,” you state clearly. Harry had told you of the times he’d slipped, and you were curious about what it really feels like. You know it might not happen, but you hope it will. You want to experience that peaceful floatiness Harry described for yourself.

“Alright then, looks like we’re all set. We’ll start when we’ve finished our tea,” Mitch says, causing you to shift in your seat. This is it, the talking is done, and it’s nearly time to begin. 

While the other three calmly drink their tea, you shift in your seat, the nervous energy inside you needing to be expelled somehow. 

Noticing this, Mitch says, “Sit still until we’re ready.”

You immediately stop fidgeting, and he says, “good girl,” causing you to blush once again. You duck your head, not wanting them to see your reaction to those two words, but of course they notice. 

“Don’t hide from us, love,” Harry says. 

“We want to see your reactions,” Sarah says. “And body language is important so get used to us watching your every move during scenes. It will help us know if anything is bothering you.”

You look up and make eye contact with each of them, silently saying you’re okay with that. You don’t want them getting the wrong message and stopping this before it even gets to start.

Harry stands and takes all the mugs to the sink and methodically rinses them before loading them in the dishwasher. You know he’s going slow on purpose, but you don’t react, simply waiting patiently.

Finally he’s finished, and Mitch turns to you, instructing you to head to the bedroom, take your clothes off, lay down on the bed, and wait there for them. 

With three sets of eyes watching, you get up and walk from the kitchen to the shared bedroom. You begin to remove your clothes, folding them nicely on top of the dresser. As you get down to your bra and panties, you can’t help but think about how shy you were at the start of this relationship, how you were scared to so much as take off your shirt in front of the others. And now you’re laying in the bed, completely naked as they walk in, all still fully clothed. 

You love the contrast of it. How open and vulnerable you are, the attention they’re giving you, the trust you place in them. This has barely started and you already know you’re going to enjoy it so much. 

And then Harry walks over, a soft rope in his hands. The two of you had chosen it together the other day, making sure you’d be comfortable with it. He starts with your wrists pulling your arms gently straight above your head. He ties the rope to one wrist, loops it through the wooden slats of the headboard, then finishes by attaching it to your other wrist. 

Though it’s your first time using ropes, the position is not unfamiliar. Your partners do enjoy holding your wrists above your head, and you know you like the feeling. 

And then Harry moves to your legs. This is new, and you feel exposed as he ties your ankles to the bottom corners of the bed. But before you can become self conscious, Sarah leans in and says, “You look so beautiful like this.” Warmth spreads through you again, not because of embarrassment or lust this time, but because of the love you feel from your partners, as the boys now add in their compliments too. 

You watch Harry step away and grab the silk blindfold, checking your color one more time before he loops it around your eyes, effectively taking away your sight. 

It’s an odd feeling, knowing the others are there but not seeing them. You can hear movement, and you assume they’re removing their clothes but can’t be sure. 

At one point there are no hands on you, and you admit to yourself it makes you feel a bit uneasy. Not being able to see them is fine, so long as you can feel them. 

And then suddenly it goes from no hands to six hands. Which feels like too many. Your mind is messing with you. Instead of the nice, intense feeling you’d read about, this feels like ants crawling across your skin. 

Noticing you tense, Mitch asks for your color. After taking a moment to collect your thoughts, you reply, “Yellow, but I think it’s just the blindfold. Can we take it off?”

Before you even finish asking, Harry has started to remove it, and you blink at the low light in the room. You look at your three partners, giving each of them a soft smile. 

“Do you want to stop?” Sarah asks. 

Shaking your head, you reply, “No, definitely not. I just need to see you guys.” 

“Okay. Ready to start again?” Mitch asks. 

“Yes, I’m ready,” you reply. 

They once again trace their fingers along your bare skin. The press kisses along your body, taking turns to capture your mouth in passionate kisses. Your hands flex against their bindings, wanting to touch the others but getting more turned on each time you’re reminded that you’re at their mercy. 

Their teasing touches continue, and you feel them everywhere except where you want it most. You try to tilt your hips up in an effort to wordlessly show them what you want, but the ropes make it nearly impossible. 

Not totally impossible though, and Harry realizes what you’re doing. 

“Stay still, baby,” he says as his hands grip your waist and hold you against the bed. He adjusts so that he’s seated on the bed next to you, one hand splayed on your lower stomach to keep you in place. As always, the show of strength paired with the sight of his large hand spanning your entire midsection sends another wave of lust through your body. 

Sarah moves between your legs, and finally runs her tongue along your core, the direct stimulation shocking after they avoided it for so long. You cry out in pleasure and Mitch murmurs, “Just like that, nice and loud. Let us hear how good our girl is making you feel.”

Back when you were planning this scene, you had brought up gags, but the others quickly turned that idea down. They like listening to your sounds of pleasure far too much. 

Which is why you don’t hold back as Sarah begins eating you out. Her tongue and fingers are like magic, and in no time the pleasure builds and you’re at the cusp of your orgasm. Knowing the signs, Sarah pulls away, stopping just before you can come. 

Your moans of pleasure turn into whines of disappointment, and the others just smile down at you. When you’ve caught your breath and your body has calmed down they start again. 

The three of them take turns going down on you, and you quickly lose count of how many times they stop just before you come. 

It’s maddening, and frustrating, and yet, feels so good. They keep praising you, saying how well you’re doing, how pretty you look all flushed and flustered beneath them. 

“Time for the next step,” Mitch says. He must see something on your face because he asks, “You good baby?”

“I’m good,” you say. 

“How do you feel?” Harry asks. 

It takes you a moment to think of an answer, your mind is a bit fuzzy, so you tell him that. 

“Yea? A little floaty? Does it feel good or bad?” Having been in subspace himself before, he knows it can be scary sometimes. If you are slipping, he wants to make sure it’s a good experience. 

“Good. I like it. It’s like,” you do your best to put it into words. “It’s like there’s nothing but the three of you. Like our own little world.”

“Just how it should be,” Harry says. “We’re gonna keep going. If you’re green, Mitch will give you the next instructions.”

“I’m green,” you reply, knowing that they’ll want verbal answers especially as things get more intense. 

Mitch leans down and presses a kiss to your lips, a sweet gentle gesture that has you melting beneath him. “Now, Sarah has been so nice to you, eating you out so you feel good. I think it’s only fair that you return the favor.”

You nod, very much wanting to do that. 

“Can I sit on your face, love?” Sarah asks and you say, “Yes, please, yes.”

An object is placed in your hand, and you recognize the clicker. Mitch has you demonstrate how to use it to color if you can’t speak, and then Sarah moves to straddle your face. She hovers, still teasing you, and it pains you that you can’t grab her hips to pull her down. 

Slowly she lowers herself, and you begin to pleasure her. You have to get creative, since you can’t use your hands at all, but she seems to be enjoying it. Soon you hear her cry out as she comes, her hands tangling in your hair, which should be painful, but for some reason turns how on even more. 

After catching her breath, Sarah gingerly climbs off of you and lays beside you instead. She uses her hand to wipe the wetness off of your face, and the contrast of that sweet gesture after the rough way she had held your hair has your mind spinning once again.

After cleaning off her hand, she uses it to gently draw shapes on your skin and Mitch says, “My turn, baby girl. You ready for me?”

“Yes, please,” you reply, feeling so empty now. You sign in relief as he slides inside, loving the feeling and the connection this intimacy brings. He starts slow before gradually picking up the pace, thrusting in harder and deeper. He used to be so soft and slow with you, like you were made of glass and he didn’t want to break you. And he often still is. But every now and then he’s rough, and you absolutely love it. 

Harry leans down and nibbles at your ear before saying, “Tell daddy how good he’s making you feel.”

Your eyes roll back in your head at his dirty words, but you follow instructions and pant out, “Feels so good, daddy, I’m so close.”

You regret being honest because moments later Mitch pulls out, leaving you empty once again. 

“No, don’t go, please,” you beg, now growing desperate for release.

“Need you to take a breath for me,” he says, his voice low. “That’s it, baby. Now Harry’s gonna fuck you, real nice and hard.” You whimper, knowing you won’t be able to hold back your orgasm any longer. And because Mitch can read you like a book, he knows this. Knows you’re about to reach your limit, which is why he then says, “And you can come whenever you want. But remember, once you start, we’re not letting you stop.”

You let out another whimper at this, needy this time instead of frustrated. 

Harry lines up with your entrance and checks your color before sliding in fully. He immediately sets a brutal pace, and in no time at all, you’re finally letting go.

You let out a loud cry of pleasure, as intense waves roll through your whole body, all the way from your core to the tips of your fingers. Harry continues to thrust, until he’s coming inside of you, and it feels like you’re having a never ending orgasm. 

He pulls out but is quickly replaced with Sarah’s fingers. She doesn’t let up, fucking you with her skilled fingers until you’re coming again. She removes her hand but she’s not done with you, and she begins rubbing her core against yours as she leans down for a dirty kiss. You lay there, unable to move, just simply taking the pleasure she’s giving you. 

“Come with me, love,” she says, and as though your body is made to obey, you do just that. 

She lays on one side of you, Harry on the other, and Mitch kneels between your legs. He slides his hand up your thigh until he’s pushing three fingers inside of you. He leans down, curling his fingers just right as he sucks you clit into his mouth, tearing yet another orgasm from you.

Your body feels tired and heavy, your mind pleasantly fuzzy. Sensing you’re reaching your true limit, Mitch hovers over you. “Hey baby, you still with us?” he asks quietly. 

It takes you a moment to process the question, but you finally answer, “‘M here.”

“Think you can do one more?” he questions.

You’re not sure you can, but you absolutely want to. Because Mitch hasn’t come yet, and you have a feeling this last orgasm would be courtesy of him inside you, and you crave that more than anything. So you slowly nod your head yes.

“Words, baby girl,” he reminds you.

“Yes, daddy, I can do one more,” you reply, not even realizing you let the name slip. You’d never used that title before today, and now it just feels so right. 

“Alright, daddy’s gonna make you feel so good. Nice and gentle this time,” he says as he slowly slides his length inside of you. As promised, instead of the rough pace from earlier, he’s now rocking in and out of you so tenderly, gradually building up both of your orgasms. 

You get lost in the feeling, letting your mind slip more into the floatiness that has been threatening to take over for the last few minutes. Harry’s hand finds your clit, rubbing just right, bringing you to your final orgasm of the night. You clench around Mitch, sending him over the edge as well. 

For the first time all night, you really pull against the restraints, and knowing what you’re trying to do, Mitch tells Harry to untie the ropes quickly. As soon as your legs are free, you wrap them around Mitch, wordlessly telling him to stay inside you, needing to feel him after such an intense scene. 

“I’m here, baby. I’m not going anywhere,” he says, pressing kisses on your neck and face. Once Harry releases your arms, he and Sarah both massage out any soreness and carefully stretch them to work out any lingering kinks in your joints and muscles. 

You lay there, surrounded by the three of them, completely at peace. You know they’re all talking to you, murmuring praises and telling you how well you did, but you’re too fuzzy to fully understand. 

It isn’t until you start to fall asleep that they decide it’s time to clean up and do the rest of your aftercare. Mitch carefully pulls out, kissing away your whines of displeasure at being separated from him. 

He picks you up and heads towards the bathroom, and you hear Sarah say she and Harry will meet you in there after changing the sheets. Mitch places you down on the toilet, a silent instruction for you to pee, and he turns to start filling the tub.

It’s comically large, essentially an indoor hot tub, but perfect for when all four of you want to bathe together. You finish up your business and move to stand, but your legs are wobbly. Luckily Harry is there, and he scoops you up to carry you over to the tub. 

Mitch and Sarah get in first, and Harry passes you over to them before he too climbs in. The water is nice, perfectly warm and soothing. The scent diffuser in the corner is filling the room with the relaxing fragrance of lavender. Mitch methodically washes your hair, while Harry and Sarah work together to clean your body, paying special attention to your wrists and ankles to make sure the rope didn’t hurt you at all. 

The fuzziness in your head dissipates, replaced by the normal peaceful feeling you get when with your three favorite people. After Mitch finishes rinsing your hair you open your eyes, and the others can see the clarity there. 

“Back with us, hm?” Sarah asks.

“I am,” you reply bashfully.

“How was it?” Harry asks.

“So good. All of it, just. I really liked it.”

“That’s good,” Mitch says. “We’ll talk about it more in depth tomorrow so you can tell us what you really enjoyed and what you might want to change if we do this again. But for now let’s dry off and get into bed, okay?”

“Okay,” you say, wanting nothing more than to be in your cozy bed surrounded by the others.

Even though the bath revived you and you’re fully capable of drying yourself off and getting dressed, Sarah does it for you. She gently towels you off before helping you step into a pair of boxers. She slides a large t-shirt over your head and then brushes out the knots in your hair. 

When she finishes the task she goes to move back into the bedroom, but you stop her, pulling her in for a hug. You see the boys watching and signal for them to join in.

Once the four of you are standing there in a group hug you say, “Thank you for today. I really enjoyed it, and you all made me feel so loved and cared for.”

You all hold each other close for a minute before making your way into bed. You and Sarah are in the middle, Mitch behind you and Harry on Sarah’s other side. All of you are touching in some way, loving that contact right now. 

It had been a day of firsts, and as always, this new experience has brought you even closer to Mitch, Sarah, and Harry. 

With warm arms surrounding you, you drift off to sleep, but not before telling the others once again how much you love them.

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AN: Thank you for reading! I currently have 2 more extras planned but requests are open if there's anything you want to see!

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𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 |ROTTMNT| (Leo X Male OC)

𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

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Adriaen blinks as he examined the glass of the mirror, staring right back at him was Mayhem who was wagging his tail.

Adriaen got a frantic text message from April, claiming that Mayhem was stuck inside her bathroom mirror. It was confusing on what she meant, but none the less, everyone had come by to see what was up.

Donnie stayed behind to work on some tech he was creating.

"I was trying to give Mayhem a bath, but he poofed away and somehow, he got stuck in the mirror!" April explains the situation as Mikey comes up beside Adriaen and cooed at the animal.

“Aww, poor little fella.”

Adriaen crossed his arms, tilting his head to the side slightly. “He can teleport into mirrors…? Is that, uh, new?” He questions as April shrugs her shoulders. “He hasn’t done anything like that before with me.” She frowns before looking over to the others.

“You guys can get him out, right?"

Leo smiled assuringly, “Of course, we're experts at minthic stuff." He stated, but April deadpans at his word on mystic.

“Umm, you mean mystic right? I think we should call Donnie."

Raph quickly interrupted her and shook his head. "No, no, no, no. I got just the plan to get him out." He announces, stalking forward to the bathroom mirror. Adriaen steps away and goes to April, placing a hand on her shoulder.

”Call Donnie.”

”Huh? But Raph just said—“

Adriaen cuts her off, eyes slightly narrowing firmly. “Trust me. You’ll want to call Donnie to come over here.”

April blinks slowly but hesitantly nods and walks out the bathroom to make the call.

-----

“My bathroom!” April shouts in horror at the mess. Raphael decided to smash everything, all but the mirror. Leo, Mikey and Adriaen had stood from the side, knowing not to get in the way of Raph.

Donnie was standing next to April, eyeing the ruined bathroom with judgement. “So, you thought smashing everything, but the mirror would get him out of the mirror?" He questions, making his older brother perk up and gasp in realisation.

“I could smash the mirror!"

Leo was quick to grab Raph’s arm to prevent him from actually following through with his new plan. “You can't smash the mirror with him in it. He might get trapped in the netherworld." The slider states with a narrowed gaze. Adriaen nodded in agreement before glancing to the mirror and widening his eyes.

”Uh guys…Mayhem is fading.”

“We gotta do something!” Mikey exclaims when he saw what Adriaen was talking about. He runs to Donnie and starts whipping out random things from his battle shell.

”Donnie, whip up one of your magic science potions and get him out."

Donnie used his mechanical arms to push back Mikey. "Okay, magic science, not a thing, but segue, whenever I get stuck with a tough problem, I look for answers in my local library.” He announces with a proud look, but to his disappointment his brothers could only stare owlishly.

Adriaen sighs and rubs his temple.

Oh come on…

“It’s a big place full of books.” Donnie added but his brothers continued to remain puzzled until Donnie finally snapped, “They are like comics but thicker!”

"Okay, like comics."

"Ah!"

Donnie groans and storms away with a scoff. His family following after him as April stared bewildered at the wreckage of her bathroom. Adriaen gazed at her and scanned the room. “I’ll, uh…make Raph give you the money to fix this place up again.”

He awkwardly pats her shoulder and caught up with the others.

-----

In the midst of the night, the turtles arrive at their local library. Inside a janitor is mopping up but when he leaves, everyone pops out of hiding. Adriaen was hiding in the vents before hopping down.

Donnie rolls in front of them on a book cart, laying on his shell as he takes a whiff of a book on his face and sighs happily. "Ahh! These walls contain the sum knowledge of entire civilizations."

Mikey opens a comic he found, entranced by the art. "Whoa! Jupiter Jim Saves a Cat!" He exclaimed, Raph and Leo eagerly looking over his shoulder to see. Adriaen stood next to Donnie, smirking lightly in hidden amusement as Donatello rolls his eyes and looks away.

“Yes, right.”

Adriaen cleared his throat and looks over at the number of bookshelves. Briefly picking one out to observe. “Where do we even start? The library is packed with books.” He mumbled before Donnie chuckled and opens a book, but he then starts putting it back after noticing it was useless him.

“But Adriaen, my good fellow, a library is a treasure hunt. You never know what gems you may find along the way."

Give me a break…

Leo slides up next to Adriaen, winking mischievously before grabbing a random book. “Like a book on how to catch? Heads up!" He announces, throwing it directly at his brother's head.

Donnie stumbled forward, his goggles being knocked down over his eyes.

"Ah! And ow….” He huffs, glaring for a moment at Leo who smiles and nudged Adriaen in amusement. The latter just gave Leo a little smile in response. ”Ah-ha! There’s something interesting in the section on rocks." Donnie points out to a bookshelf, rushing over and grabbing the one he sensed mystic energy from.

“Said nobody ever." Mikey added, causing Donnie to snort, “Ha, you're right. Geology stinks."

He removes a book, and it suddenly floats in mid-air. The boys all gasping as Leo instinctively held an arm out in front of Adriaen as a way to protect him.

Adriaen didn’t seem to notice but he did place a firm grip on Leo’s outstretched arm.

"Whoa."

“What?!"

“Wow! Libraries rock!"

The book grows larger, with teeth and a tongue before suddenly snaps down on all five turtles. They all shout as the pages they are stuck on flap rapidly. But when it stopped, they fall onto the floor of another library.

Adriaen looking around in brief shock at what he went through. 

"Holy Gutenberg, it’s magnificent!" Donnie announced in excitement at the large library. Adriaen helped Leo up to his feet, the slider stumbling forward and crashing into Adriaen who held him up and re-balanced him. “Oh, thanks.” Leo coughs, blushing as he clears his throat. “Any time.” Adriaen assures, giving a gentle look as he turns away first to notice how a very tall podium in the centre of the mystic library. At the podium was a large bat yokai librarian, who was stamping books.

“Watch and learn gentle-turtles.” Donnie proudly grins, stepping forward and leaping into the base of the podium and climbing up. Adriaen watched but he wasn’t able to hear what was being said, given how high up he was. Leo grabs his hand and pulls him along. 

“Hop on in Adri!” Leo chuckled, patting to the cart he spotted. “Why?” Adriaen quizzed only to be pulled forward and into the cart, letting out a startled yelp as he shakes his head. He turns back slightly to see Leo behind him, smirking proudly as he held Adriaen by the waist securely.

”What are you—?”

”Ready Raph!”

Adriaen blinks before realising that Raph was going to push them in the cart. “W-wait, wait!” Adriaen frantically pressed but it fell upon deaf ears as he clung tightly to Leo when Raph raced in and rolls the cart the two were in.

Slamming themselves into a pile of books.

“Ow!” Leo squeaked when a book landed on his head, Adriaen had ducked his own head into his shell, but even then, he still felt dizzy and sore. He climbs out the cart, swaying as he pops his head back out and rubs his neck. He gave a light growl to Leo who winks playfully.

“I see. You children can find the kiddie room to your left." The bat librarian suddenly spoke, but Donatello slides across her tabletop to show her his achievements.

“What? Would a child have a platinum library card? Would a child have won the national library competition three years in a row? Would a child be an expert in Dewey Decimal Mathematics? I can divide by biographies!"

"Shhh!”

Donnie smiled innocently and whispered the last part. “Biographies."

He slides off the desk to stand beside his brothers and Adriaen as the bat lady groans. "Fine. You can go to the main library, so long as you shhh.”

She taps each of them hard on the head in emphasis at the ‘shh’. Adriaen grunting at the jab and rubbing his head slightly. He gave a brief annoyed look, but the librarian continued to speak. “If my Hush-Bats hear anything louder than a whisper, they'll lock you up in the kiddie room."

They look up and gulp at the sight of the multiple bats hanging upside down and watching the turtles like a hawk.

"Got it.” Raph assures in a whisper, the lady growling slightly and narrowing her eyes. Raph ignored her and turned to Leo, Donnie and Adriaen, keeping his voice at a whisper level. ”If we get locked in that kiddie room, we'll never find what we need to help Mayhem. So be very quiet.” He orders, but when he realised that Mikey wasn’t with them, he panicked.

”Wait, where's Mikey?”

He picks up Leo and Donnie by the shells to look, Adriaen softly clears his throat and points with a deadpan look over to Mikey who was standing before a long corridor.

Raph gasps as Mikey inhales and then shouts. His voice bouncing off the walls.

“Echooooo!"

He smiled proudly and turns to grin at his family, the Hush-Bats swoop down and carry Mikey away.

“I regret nothing!”

Leo tilts his eyes and gives a brief concern look to Raphael, “Is he gonna be okay?” He asks but Raph just snorts and nods reassuringly, "In the kiddie room? He'll be fine."

Adriaen hums lightly as he crosses his arms over his chest. “Mikey’s a big boy. I’m sure he can take care of himself if he does get into trouble.” He added to reassure Leo who nods lightly in agreement. Raph then looks down at his phone and held back a loud gasp. He shows his brothers and Adriaen the picture April sent of Mayhem fading away.

"Guys, Mayhem’s fading fast. How do we find a book that'll help us save him?"

They walk around for a moment until Donnie spots a crystal ball. He rushes over and examines it. "Very simple. Every library has a catalog. I’m sure in a mystic library, you merely summon it.” He explains the obvious before lifting the ball up and shaking it.

Leo and Adriaen shared a brief look at each other, both silently wondering if this was going to work.

“Here we go. The Complete Compendium of Escape Rituals.” Donnie reads the title of the book out loud to the others as he narrows his eyes at the instructions.

”It's in loom 16, corridor B, moving stairs, left at the Ibis Tapestry."

What?

"Donnie, you wanna write this stuff down?" Raph whispered but Donnie merely chortled and shook his head, "The brain is nature's notepad, Raphael. I have already memorized the directions in song form." He cockily informs before he tosses the crystal ball, and it hits another patron. The yokai yelps and is carried off by a Hush-Bat.

Adriaen gulped at the sight and sighs softly. He jogs after the three who had already began walking off, following Donnie.

Unknown to the turtles, they were being watched by three figures. Two of them being the Foot lieutenant and Foot brute, and the other was on the other side of the staircase, hidden in the shadows.

-----

Adriaen deadpans as Donnie slides forward, he was leading the way to the book they needed but he couldn’t help but sing the instructions.

”Loom 16, take corridor B. Down the stairs past the Ibis Tapestry.”

Leo grins and bops his head up and down, enjoying the little rap. He couldn’t help but nudge Adriaen as he starts beat-boxing for Donnie.

“Sliding bookcase after bookcase shows the way to the hall. Up the pole through the hole to the waterfall."

Adriaen and Raph share a concern look, knowing how Donnie was like when he got into a song. Leo however didn’t see an issue and continued to beat-box behind him.

“Shh, keep it down Donnie." Raph scolds lightly, keeping an eye out for any hush bats that may swoop down. Adriaen stood behind Raph, looking irked. ”If we get caught, I’m hitting you.” He hissed towards the purple masked mutant who failed to hear what they were saying, he walks up some stairs, his voice grew loud at his own singing.

"Donatello, with a book in his hand, saves the day and proves to everyone that he's the man—“

He pauses when Hush-Bats appear and take Donnie as Leo and Raph watch in alarm. Adriaen only watched, his expression stating that he knew this would happen. "Po-po comes in and takes him away, but Donnie D will live to fight another day!" Donatello added before he was completely gone from sight, Adriaen turns to Leo and narrowed his gaze as he jabbed lightly at his plastron.

”If you start beat-boxing again, I will personally put you in the kiddie room myself.”

”G-got it.”

Raph groans as he sits down on the stairs, hands to his head. "Write it down I said, but no. ‘The brain is nature's notepad’." He mocks Donnie’s commentary, Leo walking over and patting his older brother on the arm, “Raph, relax. I know Donnie has once again messed up our mission as he does on virtually every mission." He noted, making Adriaen raise an invisible brow at him.

"Why do you say it like you’re trying to get Donnie fired?"

Leo blinks as he smiled ‘innocently’ at his crush. "What? No, what?” He then puts a finger to Adriaen’s lips, shocking the latter briefly before he gave Leo a blank look. ”We'll discuss that later.” The slider settled as he waved to the two to follow him. Raph and Adriaen do so, mostly because they didn’t know what else to do in this situation.

”If we're gonna save Mayhem we need to remember the song. How'd it go? Something about a loom?"

Leo mumbled, hand under his chin as Adriaen tried to think of the lyrics. “Uh, loom 16…” He says but couldn’t remember the rest, Raph adding onto the chorus.

“Take corridor B. Uh, but then what?"

The large snapper runs face first into Foot Brute’s chest. The three backing up in surprise at the sight of the enemies.

"Then you run into us."

Adriaen scowls, getting in front of Raph. “Get out the way bozos. We got something important to do." He claims but the lieutenant snorted in reply. “Which is why we're gonna throw a little monkey wrench into your plans." He threatens, but before Adriaen could argue back, Raph walks over.

"Oh, yeah?"

He throws a punch, but his fist is caught by Foot Brute, the two larger figures growling but they had to stop when a Hush-Bat flies overhead and they both look up. The ceiling above them is covered in the bats who narrow their little eyes down at the group.

Leo runs over and held Raph’s arm, “Raph, we can't fight these guys. We have to be quiet, or we'll never get the book to free Mayhem." He reminded in a quiet voice, Adriaen nodding along in agreement with the slider. "So, we fight them as quietly as the quietest lions in the jungle of silence." Raph lowly snarls out, Leo backing up slightly with a light frown as Adriaen shakes his head at the oldest.

”Can’t we just find a way around them? And leave.”

The Foot Brute opens a book and blows dust in Raph’s face, making the latter scrunch his nose and was about to sneeze, Adriaen panicked and rushed over, quickly placing his finger under Raph’s nose to prevent him from sneezing loudly. It worked, making him sigh in satisfaction.

Adriaen then gave a harsh glare as he smirked and stomps as hard as he could into the Brute’s foot, he couldn't help but wanting to get some kind of revenge. The Brute bites back a pained yell, as Leo fist bumps Adriaen before he gives the Foot Lieutenant a wet willy who places his hands over his mouth to muffle his disgust.

He falls and grabs the Brute’s pants, pulling them down to reveal his underwear that has little Foot emblems on them. Both Leo and Raph cover their mouths to stop from laughing too loudly, Adriaen on the other hand just looked on with disgust at the sight.

Then before he knew it the Lieutenant and Brute start trying to make them laugh, pulling faces at them and of course Leo and Raph copy their antics. Adriaen had to look away in embarrassment, especially when he saw other yokai's looking at them with odd looks and judgement.

Oh, this is the worst…

Leo finally trips over a book called “How to Avoid Tripping”. Making the Brute lose it and laugh out loud, pointing at Leo. But he was then carried off by Hush-bats. In annoyance, Foot Lieutenant tears a page from a book and makes tiny origami ninja, which he throws at the turtles.

They land on Leo who starts tickling him in all the right spots, the blue masked turtle standing up and cackling loudly.

”Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha! Oh-ho, ho! Oh, boy."

He realised he was done for, letting the bags pick him up. Adriaen gasps lightly and tried to reach for Leo to pull him down but he was too far up. Leo looks around before spotting the destination they needed to be in, “Raph, Adri! Corridor B!" He calls out before being gone from sight.

The Foot Lieutenant tosses more tiny origami ninja at Raph and Adriaen, but luckily Raphael blows them back onto the Lieutenant, the ninja papers tickling their creator who laughs and gets carried off.

“Yes!” Raph quietly cheered, Adriaen smiling lightly and patting the older sibling of the brothers on the shoulder. “Nicely done.” He praises, before he jumped when his phone vibrates, a call from April coming up on screen. Adriaen presses the green button to pick up the call. “April, we can’t talk at the moment—“ Adriaen tried to explain but had to hold the phone away from him when her yelling echoed throughout the other end.

“What's going on!? Mayhem's almost all faded away!"

Raphael and Adriaen look up to see a ton of Hush-Bats swarming in their direction. "I'm on my way. Tell my little buddy, Mayhem, to hang tight!” Raph shouted as he runs ahead, Adriaen was about to chase but got picked up by some bats.

”What the?! Let go!” He growls, thrashing about as he hits the bats a few times, making them squeak.

I should’ve brought my kama’s!

He gave one last kick to the bats, who drop him. Adriaen couldn’t even yell in shock as he closed his eyes and waits for the pain to struck when he lands on the floor. Instead, it didn’t come, and he felt himself being caught in the arms of someone. He slowly opens his eyes and blinks as he looks up slightly to see that Ronin had been the one to catch him, hiding himself and Adriaen in between bookshelves.

”I always knew this fall for me.” Ronin playfully winks, as Adriaen quickly scurried out of his grasp. “Ronin? What are you doing here?” He interrogated, to which Ronin gave a cheeky chuckle. “I had a day off. So, I came to the Mystic Library.” He casually informs as Adriaen eyes him suspiciously but when he saw that it didn’t seem Ronin was lying to him, he relaxed.

”Now…what are you, doing here? Didn’t think you knew of this place.”

Ronin steps forward, trapping Adriaen in between the bookshelves and himself. Adriaen narrowed his eyes slightly at him, not appreciating being close to him.

”Me and the others are looking for a book for free someone, who is trapped inside a mirror.”

”….what?”

Adriaen groans and placed his hand on Ronin’s plastron, gently pushing him back to give him space. “It’s not really your business. Now, if you excuse me, I gotta help Raph.” He began walking away but stops when he came to a realisation that he had no idea where to go.

”Want my help handsome?”

Adriaen clicks his tongue and slowly nods. “That…would be nice.” He grumbled, Ronin walking over and laying his arm around Adriaen’s shoulders.

”Just stick with me, you won’t get lost.”

He began leading the way, as Adriaen couldn’t help but give him a questioning long, fixed stare. “You sound like you’ve come here often.” He noted as Ronin hums in thought and nods in confirmation.

”That’s because I do. Or well, whenever I can that is.”

”Huh? Why?”

Ronin led Adriaen down a corridor, keeping his voice low to not startle the Hush-bats. “Remember when I told you, that I got my name from a book?”

Adriaen hesitated, but nods. “Well, that book is here in this library. I like to come here and read it. For nostalgia purposes I guess.” Ronin smiles, but he didn’t once look at Adriaen.

”So you came here a lot then as a kid?”

”Oh yeah, all the time. It’s how I also learned how to read and whatnot.”

He pauses and sighs, looking down at Adriaen with a little grin. “I guess you could say, I’m attached to this place. It was basically the place where I educated myself. So, I know my way around.”

Adriaen hums in reply, understanding the sentiment. “I’m surprised you remember telling me about your, uh…past.” He worded it carefully, Ronin snorted at the observation.

”Course I remember. You and Big Mama are the only ones who know most of my origins. Or ya know, part of my life.”

He continued to walk, this time the two remaining silent.

-----

After some walking, Ronin and Adriaen stop when they hear loud banging close by. Adriaen widening his eyes and perking up. “That’s no doubt Raph.” He states as Ronin sweats slightly at the noise, “You guys sure like making messes of things.” He playfully teased, watching Adriaen shrug his shoulders calmly.

”What better way to make yourself known, right?”

He turns to Ronin, offering an appreciative smile. “Thanks for helping me. I got it from here.”

”Any time. You have my number after all.”

Ronin turns away, walking back in the direction they came from. “Good luck! And tell the others I said hi.” He waved, vanishing from sight once he was in the shadows. Adriaen stared for a moment before focusing his attention back on to where the noise was from. He races down the path, noticing the wreckage he pasts by.

”Damn Raph…” He muttered to himself as he skids to a halt and looks up, seeing a swarm of Hush-bats carrying Raph. Adriaen looks around for a way to reach him, only to gain an idea as he inhales before placing his fingers to his mouth and whistling loudly.

In an instant, he was picked up by Hush-bats and was summoned into a different room. The kiddie room.

He lands next to Raph who gave a bright eye look, hugging Adriaen tightly. “You’re okay! I thought I lost you!” He announces, Adriaen struggled in his hold before patting Raph on the head.

”You did lose me. But let’s not think about that. You have the book?”

Raph lets him go, smirking at himself in pride. “Got it right here! Like a boss.” He announces before turning to face ahead.

“Let's go save Mayhem!”

They flinch when the bat librarian suddenly stood up from the rubble, anger clear on her face. “You! I'll pummel you into papyrus!” She yells out, both Raph and Adriaen backing up from her.

"Uh, um..."

They were caught off guard when the sound of beating drums caught their attention. Raph and Adriaen turning around behind them to see Mikey seated atop a throne of books, with Donnie and Leo fanning him with large leaves. Yokai kids beating the drums and hanging from the ceiling are the Foot Lieutenant and Brute.

Mikey had some kind of paint on his body, wearing a crown of sorts from feathers and leaves.

”What in the world did we miss?” Adriaen comments under his breath in utter bewilderment at the sight. Mikey points at the librarian, brows furrowed.

"New toy!"

The Hush-Bats swarm the librarian who yells as Leo, Donnie and Mikey race up to Raph and Adriaen. “Okay, well…let’s go home!” Leo shifted the mood once they were deemed safe from the librarian.

”Are we not going to talk about…that whole scene.” Adriaen gestured over to the throne and Mikey. “It’s best you don’t know.” Mikey assures calmly, hand on his shoulder as he takes off the crown.

”Uh….okay?”

-----

Once they were safely out the library, they arrive to April’s apartment. Going to her bathroom as Raph did the honours of freeing Mayhem.

“Now, the final step. Boom!”

There is a bright shimmering glow from the summoning circle that Raph drew on the mirror, and then Mayhem pops out. Raph cooed at the animal as he holds out his arms to catch him.

"Goochie, goochie, goo!"

Mayhem snarls and scratches up Raph’s face before leaping into April’s arms, tail wagging as April hugs him to her chest.

“Guys, you did it! Thank you!” She smiles happily before catching a whiff of Mayhem, holding him out. “Okay, Mayhem, time for your bath." She reminded, watching how Mayhem froze before teleporting back into the mirror.

“What?!” Everyone exclaims in shock at the animal, this time Raph growled, reeling back his arm.

“Okay, I'm smashing him out.”

”Wait, wait, Raph don’t—“

The sound of glass shattering had Adriaen wince as he stepped out the bathroom, taking his phone out when he felt it vibrate. He saw it was Ronin who had texted him.

He asked if he managed to get this person out of the mirror that Adriaen mentioned earlier to him. To which Adriaen responded back by informing they did, for a brief moment anyway.

”Who're you texting?” Leo inquired, standing beside him and overlooking his shoulder. Adriaen yelped in surprise, almost dropping his phone, but he caught it. He gave out a sigh of relief as he decided to sit on the ground comfortably.

”Ronin.”

”Ronin? Why, what does he want?” Leo grimaced at the name. Leaning down slightly with a curious and suspicious look. “Nothing. I ran into him at the library. He helped me out.” He briefly explains, rolling his eyes.

”He says hi by the way.”

”Ugh…course he did.” Leo sticks his tongue out before smirking as he grabs Adriaen’s phone. “Hey! What are you—?” Adriaen began to scold, only to blink in bewilderment when Leo suddenly sat down next to him, placing his arm over his shoulders and pulling Adriaen close to his him.

Their cheeks pressed up against each other, Leo gave a narrowed gaze at the phone, switching it to the camera app as he takes a photo of the two being close.

He then sent that photo to Ronin from Adriaen’s phone.

”Heh, that should show him…” Leo grins proudly at himself, handing the device back as Adriaen blushed slightly, he didn’t know why that made his heart flutter, but he shook off the feeling and gave a light punch to Leo’s arm.

”Owie!”

”Don’t take my phone again.”

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Ahh I loved this episode!

A/N: I APOLOGISE FOR ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES THAT WERE MADE, I TYPE REALLY FAST AND OFTEN DON'T SEE THEM UNTIL I ACTUALLY PUBLISH THE CHAPTER.

First Chapter here

Previous Chapter here

[edenfenixblogs]

Reminder! But be aware that many Jews use the term Zionist/Zionism in a way that you do not understand it/are not familiar with! Many Jewish people who you would define as Zionists and/or people who have all the same politics as you may:

1. Call themselves Zionists because it is a term with deeply individual meanings for many Jews

2. Not call themselves Zionists, but bristle at hearing the term “Zionist” be used as a pejorative because the history of the word Zionist being used as an antisemitic dogwhistle in leftism, communist Russia, and Arab extremist organizations (and because I am Jewish and on the internet I will state explicitly that no, of course I do not think all Arabs are extremists. I do not think all Muslims are extremists. I do not tolerate Islamophobia in any way on my blog or in real life. If I see a single even somewhat questionable instance of maybe Islamophobia in any replies here, you will be blocked and reported. I am taking the time to educate about Zionism as a dogwhistle, because I have chosen to tolerate a certain amount of feedback as a Jewish person. I am neither Arab nor Muslim so it is not my place to extend an olive branch of understanding regarding Islamophobia to you nor do I have any interest in doing so. I wholeheartedly condemn anti-Arab and Islamophobic hatred. As we all should)

3. Actively call themselves anti-Zionists because they define the term Zionism in a way that includes occupation, genocide, and expulsion

4. Actively call themselves anti-Zionists but still believe that Jewish people as an ethnoreligous group are inherently indigenous to the lands around Jerusalem while ALSO considering Palestinians to be indigenous to that same land.

5. Actively call themselves anti-Zionists because they oppose the formation of any religious state whatsoever, but still believe that Jews deserve to reside where they are right now without forced expulsion.

For non-Jewish people using the term anti-Zionism, I urge you to really think about what Zionism actually means to you as a term. Like what do you think that word is? What kind of person do you think a Zionist is? What assumptions are you making in the use of that term and is it fair to expect every Jewish person to agree with that definition and why do you feel that way?

And before anyone comments on me or makes assumptions about my stance.

I do not call myself a Zionist!

I deeply oppose the current government of Israel. I had the opportunity to go on a birthright trip to Israel, and declined to go because I do not support the subjugation of Palestinians. I also chose not to go, because at the time there was a spate of bus bombings. I have family in Israel that I have never met and cannot meet because I refuse to go there out of both personal fear AND political unrest AND political/moral opposition.

I support sovereignty and equal rights and liberation and self determination for all Palestinians. I believe Palestinians are indigenous to the land.

I also believe Jewish people are indigenous to the land. Since Hadrian’s expulsion of the Jewish people from Israel/Judea in 135 and the resultant formation of Syria Palestina, there has been no place that Jews have existed that has considered them foundational parts of society or that has not expelled us. We have always been considered settlers. There is no other place in which we could even conceivably BE indigenous besides the levant. I believe that the “whiteness” of modern Jews of European descent is a product of millennia of expulsion, resettlement, and relocation. I know for a fact that PoC Jews have also REMAINED in the region since the expulsion in 135 and if they’re not indigenous to there, then who on earth is?

I believe that indigeneity does not expire. I believe that the fact that Jews sing daily prayers about their history in Israel/the levant is pretty strong evidence that Jews all over the world have never lost their connection to the region. I believe that two thousand years is a long time.

I believe that it could not matter less whether Jews or Palestinians were there “first.” What matters is the strong cultural ties BOTH cultures have to the levant. What matters is that civilians have a safe government that they can trust not to commit genocide against them. To expel them from the land of their ancestors. To banish them to settlements.

I believe colonialism is wrong. I believe imperialism is wrong. I believe there’s even more I need to learn even after living in this conflict and diaspora my entire life. I do not believe that the land that exists there right now needs to be called Israel. I only believe that there needs to be safeguards in place at a governmental level that explicitly protects the sovereignty, safety, and legitimacy of Palestinians and the Jews who live there. There must be guardrails to prevent genocide against both groups. There must be some formal institutional mechanism to ensure the safety of both parties.

I believe that none of these ideas are in conflict with one another.

Anyone telling you that the solution is straightforward is lying or has plans to harm a large number of people. You are not special. You did not invent the perfect idea that no one thought of that magically solves the issues of statelessness, fear of displacement, expulsion, or genocide. If your plan only involves helping one group without regard to the needs of the other, it is a bad plan. If you don’t believe that Jews should be expelled from Israel, is that Zionism? If you believe Jews should have self determination and representation within government that protects their interests, is that Zionism? Even if the same self determination and representation exists for Palestinians? If you are a hardcore anti-Zionist and believe that Jews do not belong in i/p at all, where do the Jews go?

Where are the Jews indigenous to that isn’t Israel? Where do they go. Europe doesn’t want us. The rest of SWANA doesn’t want us. We certainly are not indigenous to the Americas. It’s been awhile since there were expulsions from Asia (as far as I know), but they did happen there. And Asian countries have very rich indigenous histories of their own that we have no place in. The United States is increasingly violent to us and is certainly nobody’s idea of a Jewish homeland.

If your argument against Zionism is that Jews don’t belong there, where do we belong? If your argument against Zionism is that Jews don’t deserve to ever leave diaspora and should not have self determination or protection, why not us too? Again, I have no desire to go to Israel!!! I have actively rejected offers to visit Israel!!!

I don’t call this set of beliefs Zionism. I don’t believe there is a term for this set of beliefs. But someone else might disagree. And that’s the point. I’m not shaming anyone who does or does not call themselves a Zionist.

[magnusmodig]

||. ambition is telling myself i'll finally sit down and write the "deconstructing the Frozen Vault" meta bc man ppl clearly don't understand 2011 era thor at all

[louderfade]

exene talking about the state of the world. the good stuff starts at eight minutes. or you can just read the transcript complete with the usual errors that accompany robot transcribed speech (the irony of which is not lost on me). maybe it's not about transhumanism and living forever (or maybe it is who knows), but there's definitely an agenda of surveillance and control at work which is designed to keep the powerful in power. cash rules everything around me and you will own nothing etc. the future is worse.

[4e7her]

when another sports anime sucks u in via good fanfics and now u have to start writing your own fic :| i haven't even watched the damn anime

[mushroomjar]

@handalapls is Mohammed Ayesh's blog. He's currently inside Gaza working tirelessly to verify fundraisers. Do I have to explain how exhausting that is? He's in constant danger every single day, and still goes out of his way to help others as best he can. He also has to care for his family, including his little brother Yasser, who is hard of hearing and has a cochlear implant

The implant requires charging, which is difficult due to the destruction and inavailability of power sources in many parts of Gaza, and it's also starting to malfunction, as they're unable to care for it properly, again, due to the living conditions they are in. Trying to repair the device or get a new one would be extremely expensive, and they cannot afford it. This means that Yasser is having a lot of trouble expressing himself, since he's also been unable to have the speech therapy sessions he used to have, which made communication easier for him

Mohammad's fundraiser is destined to collect money to repair Yasser's hearing device, fund his speech therapy in the future, and help his entire family rebuild their lives. In a post on his blog, he's expressed wanting to close the fundraiser before the end of the year, and he has yet to reach his goal. As of today, his campaign sits at £35,320/£60,000. Please share his campaign, and donate to it if you can. The smallest act can make a big difference for him and his family. Mohammed spends so much effort trying to help those around him, it's only fair we should do our best to help him too

As stated previously, Mohammed is a vetter, and a friend of el-shab-hussein

[satorena]

✧.* BUT I LASTED TEN ROUNDS LIKE A FREAK !?

featuring. g. satoru, f. toji, n. kento, g. suguru, k. choso

warnings. explicit content, foul language, lots of unrealistic expectations (note. title itself), overstimulation (m+f), dickdrunk!reader, dumbification, usage of toys, squirting, spanking, very light spit play, anal, 69 position, breeding kink, unprotected sex, toji’s kinda mean and choso can’t tell the difference between pussy and an asshole. if i forgot anything else my bad !

rena’s note. BUT I LASTED TEN ROUNDS LIKE A FREAK !!! LIKE A G !!!

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔.

“fuh—fuck, oh shit, hah fuck— ‘ts so fuckin’ good!”

you bounced up and down his cock, surface of your palms pressed at the planes of his chest. you enveloped his length entirely, every single inch, in your pulsating pussy, driving the both of you to madness.

it’d been hours, and for whatever was in the air tonight, you both fucked like wild animals. your thighs burned from over-exhaustion, but you were relentless. you were desperate for another orgasm, the slide up and down his inches effortless due to your juices soaking his thighs and his cum from having nutted inside you multiple times prior.

gojo’s firm hands grabbed at your ass, fingers gripping tightly into your soft flesh, grounding you in position so you wouldn’t run. as if you would anyway, tongue lolled out and drool leaking from your rosy tongue and dribbling down his bottom lip.

“that’s it,” he encourages you, a faint smirk at his lips as he guides you down his length. the fucked out look on your face, your dazed eyes crossing to the centre of your face serves a huge ego boost. “my pretty girl—fuckin’ ride this dick baby, ‘s all yours—mmh,”

the sinful sound of your pussy squelching, folds latching at the tip of his dick before ramming yourself down, the lustful melody of your skin slapping against him in addition to the firm spanks of encouragement on your ass, with your high pitched mewls and squealing sounded like divine music to gojo’s ears.

you rocked your hips back and forth, grinding down, went back to bouncing up and down, made circles and figure eight shapes on his length, mindlessly dragging your hips wherever felt fit. you were so far past a point of euphoria you weren’t even sure if liquids could come out of you for the rest of the night.

“eyes here princess,” gojo brings a hand to cup your jaw, forcing your head back down to face him. “pretty pussy’s griping me so tight—fuck,”

your sweaty foreheads press together, and you clock that he knew you were on the brink of yet again another orgasm. cerulean orbs peered deeply into yours, his hips jerking up and meeting your bounces, aiming to bring you to that high as quickly as he can.

“sa—satoru!” you find is the only thing that comes up in your mushed out brain, the new angle of the position having his dick puncture your cervix. you felt so fucking full of him, so drunk on the pleasure that you failed to notice the coiling in your stomach snapping.

he squeezes at your ass cheeks as hard as he can, the painful pleasure obliging you to sit and take his ramming. he fucks into you with intensity, each drag of his cock at your walls sending you into a temporary state of immobility. your muscles tense as you feel yourself wash with yet again another white-blinding orgasm.

your jaw drops and your eyes roll back, throat exhausted while nothing yet everything is said. satoru pumps his creamy cum back into your womb, praising you for taking him in so well, for having a perfect pussy that’ll surely carry his children, all snug and warm for him.

“perfect fuckin’ pussy—mine, all mine, gonna fuck her full of my nut and have you carrying my babies, yeah? ‘s what you want, isn’t it? atta. fuckin’. girl.”

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈.

“whew, would’ya look at that?” toji whistles, barking out a chuckle as he slows his pace, watching your uncontrollably clenching pussy squirt out your juices like a leaking faucet.

the pressure of your squirting is fucking intense, it has your entire body shaking, thighs quaked and the arch that was once on your back rounded. toji can’t help but laugh as tears stream down your damp cheeks, absolutely in love with how greedy your pussy clamped down on his cock.

“daddyyy—fuck!” your nails claw at the damp sheets on the bed, letting your nth orgasm rake throughout your body.

you feel a firm blow at your ass cheeks, the sound echoing in the room and you whine loudly at the stinging pleasure. you feel two big hands grab at your hips, stabilizing your limp body before a hand rises up and pushes your back into that curve.

“nah uh doll,” toji tuts, hips angling at a new position, one that draws a broken mewl from your sore throat. he picks his pace back up, never fully bottoming out, though you wouldn’t even notice with how many inches he packed.

“what’d i tell you?” he reminds you, and you’re too fucked out to answer him as you mumble his name over and over, helplessly taking the stretch of his dick at your gaping cunt.

he slaps your ass harshly again and you cry, fingernails scratching and clawing at the silk material beneath you. your scalp soon stings as he grabs a handful and effortlessly brings you upper body up to meet him.

“answer me when i ask you somethin’ baby,” toji frowns, hot breath fanning the shell of your ear, sending chills of nerves down your spine. “basic fuckin’ manners.”

“suh—sorry, ‘m sorry toji!” you apologize feverishly, and moan in satisfaction when his tongue laps up your drool and tears streaking your ruined yet pretty face.

“tsk, should have you do the work yourself,” toji teases you, releasing the deathly grip on your hair, causing your limp body to flop back to the mattress. as if proof to avoid calling his bluff, he releases his hold on you, opting to cross his arms above his head instead.

“n-no! toji, no, please, said i was sorry—‘m so fucking sorry!” you whine and ramble when you feel the lack of contact on your body, and your gaping cunt suddenly emptying.

you slither your hand between your thighs, grabbing at his girthy cock, pumping it a few times before slipping it with ease back into your welcoming warmth. you moan wantonly, clawing at your sheets as you fuck yourself on his dick, pushing yourself back and forth.

“greedy fuckin’ pussy,” he comments with a chuckle, spitting a glob of saliva down to your cunt, watching it dissipate into the creamy pearly veil of your essence around the base of his shaft.

he collects your slick with his thumb, before slipping his fingertip into your puckering hole, your body jolting at the sudden intrusion.

“trappin’ me inside—shit, want me to fuck you full of my cum, yeah? leave you swollen and leakin’, dontcha, pretty baby?”

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎.

“‘s too much ken—no more, hah, no more kento!”

you whined and begged, fists clenching as your muscles tensed, back arching off the mattress and toes curling while digging your heel at his shoulder blades. the sound of buzzing filled your hearing, the toy vibrating against your swollen clit ruthlessly while nanami fucked your cunt open with two thick fingers.

“mmh, safe word princess, or else i can’t hear you.” he reminds you, the words ghosting off his lips and sinking into your supple flesh, his lips trailing soft and gentle kisses at your inner thighs.

here he was, giving you an out, and despite claiming enough was enough, you didn’t want it to end just there. with your senses heightened, both your sight and touch restrained, the pleasure emitting from in between your thighs buzzed blissfully and tenfolds through your nervous system.

you released the clench of your hands and opted to scratch at the wood of the headboard you were tied to, projecting your want to touch your boyfriend through the clawing.

“i can keep—hnng—going!” you tell him, legs closing in on the sides of his head. you hear him tut disapprovingly, and you immediately fault your mistake, forcing your legs back open.

“there’s my good girl,” his honeyed voice rings through your ear drums, and it admittedly has you dripping even more on his fingers that curled at your insides. “just need one more from you—can you do that for me?”

you nod your head, bottom lip tucked between your teeth, “mmh, yes—yes i can kento!” you can feel your blood circulation cutting off at the areas were you’re bind, the shortage of blood messing with your already weak body.

the toy playing at your bundle of nerves is painful, having overstepped the boundary of comfortableness and stepping into a new territory of foreign, and you had failed to notice when nanami added in a third finger. you were sure with how much you came just on his hands alone, his watch was drenched in your juices.

those big fingers fuck you open, knuckles pressing into your spongy walls and triggering all sorts of pleasurable feelings throughout you, your stomach tightening into a familiar hot feeling, and you know you’re close again.

“kento, baby i—‘m gonna—fuckkk!” you want to card your fingers through his soft hair, tug and pull and release your pleasure onto his scalp.

“let go for me sweetheart, wanna taste your sweet essence,” nanami swaps the toy for his tongue and flicks at your clit. you feel the dam in your gut release at the sudden warmth exhibiting, and you spray him in pathetic squirts of your juices.

your body trembles as it contracts and gives nanami everything you have left to offer. you squeeze his head in your thighs, moaning wildly as his pace with his fingers never falters, urging you to stay in the state of euphoria a bit longer.

he swaps his tongue out for the toy again, and you wail out a broken cry, body at its limit, still stuck between coming down from your orgasm and greedily wanting another one.

he strokes your slit, collecting all your essence as he licks his lips eagerly.

“good job princess. taste so heavenly, i’ve never had anything like it before. i’ve gotta have another sip, will you let me have another taste, my love?”

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔.

“c’mon, focus sweetheart. do that f’me, yeah?”

you nod your head, mouth too full of dick as you opt to bob up and down. your jaw aches, feeling as though it’s being ripped apart. you force your aching wrist to work up and down geto’s cock, stimulating what you fail to get down your throat.

it would’ve been a simple task for you to focus on, had suguru not been feasting on your pussy like a starved man. he spreads your folds open, tonguing at your insides as if he dug for gold, grabbing both your cheeks in his big hands and spreading you open. he never half assed anything, much less pussy eating.

his skin was soaked in your squirt, orgasms came rolling in and out of you as did the occasional pumps of two fingers into your cunt while he ate you out. you would moan in pleasurable pain, the sounds vibrating on his shaft, which would induce him to moan into you, causing you to moan back on him, the cycle this repeating.

you were greedy—you could complain about how it was too much all you wanted, at the end of the day, you would pause on his cock to grind your hips back and forth on his face, the slip from your slick on his cheeks and nose making the grinding easier.

his nose would bump into your clit and you’d shiver from head to toe, the oversensitivity catching up to you. the free hand at your ass cheek would graze at your puckering hole but never dared to slip inside. all these mixes of stimulations had your eyes crossing, mouth gaping wide which made fucking your throat much easier for geto.

“sweetest cunt i’ve ever had,” he groans in between your thighs, bringing his hand to spank at your wet folds, and your arch your back at the stinging pleasure, your toes curling as your body shook.

the slap at your pussy made flicks of your juices land on his face, and so he landed a few more blows while simultaneously jerking his hips up into your mouth, forcing you down on his cock.

it was all too much— it hurt so good, the strikes at your cunt, his tongue lapping your liquids as he scissored your insides for additional pleasure. how was he expecting you to get him to finish for a second time when he was driving you to the brink of yet again another countless orgasm?

“wanna soak in your juices mama,” he speaks, mouth full of cunt, but you still grasp the message. you subconsciously push your hips back into his face, wanting to abide to his request.

“‘m so fuckin thirsty—don’t you dare be selfish with me. cum in my mouth. be the good girl i know you are and share yourself with me—need it, pretty girl.”

𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎.

“y’feel so good, fuck—sucking me in, oh shit baby, never wanna stop fucking you! please, need your pussy always!”

he’d finally gotten a feel of sex for the first time, and he was already hooked. his locks matted to his forehead from sweat trickling down his nose and plopping down onto you.

“wait—slow d-down cho’—hngg!” you moan, nails clawing at his back, scraping and marking the pale skin. you felt your body recoil entirely with each sharp thrust he pounded into your worn out pussy, dragging each and every inch of his length in and out.

your knees were bent at your ears, feet dangling by his head as his hips slammed into the back of your thighs, marking the skin red from the brash contact. the springs from your bed resonated loudly in the room, as did the creaking of your headboard, but nothing topped choso’s loud whimpers.

he’s too lost in his own pleasure, he starts to mistaken to stinging and achy feeling in his gut and loins for a sign to keep going, “never wanna stop—shittt, need to fuck this pretty pussy every. fucking. day.”

you’ve given up on convincing him otherwise, focusing instead on the rise and fall of his hips digging into yours, stretching your pussy open to fit him inside. you creamed around his dick, your essence resting at the hairs on his pubic area, giving him easy access to slide in and out of you.

his arms wrapped around you tightly, refusing to let you out of his grip, one arm beneath your back and holding you from there and the other wrapping around your shoulders. you were stuck in his embrace, bodies moulding into one as you were split open by a fucked out first timer.

in his excitement, he slips out and wastes no time to grab his base and shove it back into a warm tightness, failing to acknowledge your sudden gasp. his mind is clouded with sex, and if he didn’t know better, you were suddenly much fucking tighter, and shit that drove him on edge.

your arms tighten behind his back as you adapt to the sudden intrusion from an area you hadn’t yet explored. “cho—baby wait—mmhm, fuck, that’s my—!”

“‘m gonna cum—fuck y/n, tell me you’re close too. shit, need to fill you up with my cum, please!” the man seals his lips onto yours, panting and begging for this next orgasm, shifting all of his body weight into the hole that keeps greedily latching onto him.

your eyes water as they stream tears down your cheeks. it’s a new and painful sensation, but simultaneously a pleasurable one, and your body granted you the opportunity of yet again another orgasm from the different stimulation. “hah—gonna cum!—make me cum, choso!”

you spray yourself all over, your pussy clenching around absolutely nothing as your ass gets rammed into and fucked like a pro. choso groans and whines against your lips, brows furrowed at the centre of his forehead as he empties himself into your warmth.

“fuck yes—take it all baby, ‘s all yours—need you to milk me and take it all in—your pussy’s the best, i swear to everythin’, shit!”

i am SO tired.

[nochepsicodelica]

Toji who leaves hickeys all over you so often that you have to push him away when you start looking like you fought an octopus.

"Toji, you know these aren't always gonna be so small. They're gonna end up looking like bruises. Just look at the ones you already left."

"Mhm," he hums, already leaving another one on your shoulder blade, releasing your skin with a wet smack of his lips. He rubs his spit into the mark like it's some sort of salve that'll make it last longer.

"I'm fine with these," you say, looking at all the one's he left on your chest and below. "but my neck... i'm running out of makeup, baby. I won't be able to cover them if you keep this up."

"Then don't." He would just love that. Despite how nonchalant he sounds about it, it's a highly recommended suggestion. He would genuinely love it if you walked around with his marks all over your neck. People will automatically know that you already have someone you get freaky with.

"I have to go to work sometime. I wouldn't be able to take having my neck stared at by everyone I talk to. No more neck hickeys."

He nears your neck, again. The second you say he can't put another mark on it, he spots a clear area and leans in, lightly pressing his lips against it.

"Tojiii," you whine, leaning forward, away from him. "Leave it alone."

"But, it's clear. It's lonely without being marked like the rest of your neck." He scoots forward again, putting his enormous hands on your waist to pull you close. "I'll be quick. Just-"

"Mm-mm. No," you interrupt, brushing his hands off of you.

"I might just die if you don't let me do this, ma."

"Really?" You raise your brows in disbelief.

"Really," he responds, so confidently.

You scoff. "You're so dramatic. You won't die if you don't get to suck on my neck."

"Who knows? I might spontaneously collapse because of it. Weirder, more unexplainable things have happened."

He's so dumb sometimes. Your hunk is absolutely ridiculous, and yet you find yourself weighing towards his point in this.

"Would marking up that blank space actually cure you?" You feel as silly as him for asking the question.

"Who's to say?"

You tilt your head and deadpan. "Right. I guess i'll take my chances and just keep the random patch of unmarked skin on my neck."

"Hey, that doesn't mean we can't try. Come on, now."

You groan and roll your eyes before making your way back to him. He cups your cheeks, smirking as he looks into your eyes, before turning your head to expose the blank area on your neck.

"It's a reaaally good spot, doll. I think i'm gonna make it."

You huff, unable to look at him because of the way your head is turned. You feel his tongue slide over your neck, the gesture transitioning to his lips kissing the area and then it feels sharp. His lips leave a stinging sensation with every second that they stay on you.

"Ow, fuck, you vampire. It feels like you're actually trying to suck the blood out of me." You wince. "Are you done?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm done." He admires his masterpiece and smirks with pride. You have an entire collar of hickeys that he put on you, and the newest one looks mean.

"You look pretty. Could eat you up, mama." He swipes at the new mark with his thumb, looking at the color that will remain on your skin for the next few days.

"I can tell. You already devoured me. You're insane. Just look at all of this," you say, running your hand over your kiss stained neck.

"I was just nibbling on you," he speaks, into your jaw, before smoothly laying you down, onto the bed. "Just wanted a little taste," he says, taking your hands in his and pinning them above your head. "Am I really insane for that?"

"Um..." you laugh, making your flustered state obvious. "Yes?"

"Damn." He gives you a long, deep kiss, that makes you forget what you were talking about. "You think i'm crazy?" You hum, and he does it again.

"Haven't you played with me enough? I feel like i'm some chew toy for you." You giggle, feeling his lips on your cheek, trailing towards your jaw.

He hums, dismissively. "Found more blank space."

[genericpuff]

Tbh at this point you should just make your own webcomic app/website because it would probably be 100 times better than whatever going on with webtoon right now.

hahaha it wouldn't tho, sorry 💀

Here's the fundamental issue with webcomic platforms that a lot of people just don't realize (and why they're so difficult to run successfully):

Storage costs are incredibly expensive, it's why so many sites have limitations on file sizes / page sizes / etc. because all of those images and site info have to be stored somewhere, which costs $$$.

Maintenance costs are expensive and get more so as you grow, you need people who are capable of fixing bugs ASAP and managing the servers and site itself

Financially speaking, webcomics are in a state of high supply, low demand. Loads of artists are willing to create their passion projects, but getting people to read them and pay for them is a whole other issue. Demand is high in the general sense that once people get attached to a webtoon they'll demand more, but many people aren't actually willing to go looking for new stuff to read and depend more on what sites feed them (and what they already like). There are a lot of comics to go around and thus a lot of competition with a limited audience of people willing to actually pay for them.

Trying to build a new platform from the ground up is incredibly difficult and a majority of sites fail within their first year. Not only do you have to convince artists to take a chance on your platform, you have to convince readers to come. Readers won't come if there isn't work on the platform to read, but artists won't come if they don't think the site will be worth it due to low traffic numbers. This is why the artists with large followings who are willing to take chances on the smaller sites are crucial, but that's only if you can convince them to use the site in favor of (or alongside) whatever platform they're using already where the majority of their audience lies. For many creators it's just not worth the time, energy, or risk.

Even if you find short-term success, in the long-term there are always going to be profit margins to maintain. The more users you pull in, the more storage is used by incoming artists, the more you have to spend on storage and server maintenance costs, and that means either taking the risk at crowdfunding (ex. ComicFury) or having to resort to outsider investments (ex. Tapas). Look at SmackJeeves, it used to be a titan in the independent webcomic hosting community, until it folded over to a buyout by NHN and then was pretty much immediately shuttered due to NHN basically turning it into a manwha scanlation site and driving away its entire userbase. And if you don't get bought out and try your hand at crowdfunding, you may just wind up living on a lifeline that could cut out at any moment, like what happened to Inkblazers (fun fact, the death of Inkblazers was what kicked off the cultural shift in Tapas around 2015-16 when all of IB's users migrated over and brought their work with them which was more aimed towards the BL and romancee drama community, rather than the comedy / gag-a-day culture that Tapas had made itself known for... now you deadass can't tell Tapas apart from a lot of scanlation sites because it got bought out by Kakao and kept putting all of its eggs into the isekai/romance drama basket.)

Right now the mindset in which artists and readers are operating is that they're trying way, way too hard to find a "one size fits all" site. Readers want a place where they can find all their favorite webtoons without much effort, artists wants a place where they can post to an audience of thousands, and both sides want a community that will feel tight-knit. But the reality is that you can't really have all three of those things, not on one site. Something always winds up having to be sacrificed - if a site grows big enough, it'll have to start seeking more funding while also cutting costs which will result in features becoming paywall'd, intrusive ads, creators losing their freedom, and/or outsider support which often results in the platform losing its core identity and alienating its tight-knit community.

If I had to describe what I'm talking about in a "pick one" graphic, it would look something like this:

(*note: this is mostly based on my own observations from using all of these sites at some point or another, they're not necessarily entirely accurate to the statistical performance of each site, I can only glean so much from experience and traffic trackers LMAO that said I did ask some comic pals for input and they were very helpful in helping me adjust it with their own takes <3).

The homogenization of the Internet has really whipped people into submission for the "big sites" that offer "everything", but that's never been the Internet, it relies on being multi-faceted and offering different spaces for different purposes. And we're seeing that ideology falter through the enshittification of sites like Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, etc. where users are at odds with the platforms because the platforms are gutting features in an attempt to satisfy shareholders whom without the platforms would not exist. Like, most of us aren't paying money to use social media sites / comic platform sites, so where else are they gonna make the necessary funds to keep these sites running? Selling ad space and locking features behind paywalls.

And this is especially true for a lot of budding sites that don't have the audience to support them via crowdfunding but also don't have the leverage to ask for investments - so unless they get really REALLY lucky in EITHER of those departments, they're gonna be operating at a loss, and even once they do achieve either of those things there are gonna be issues in the site's longevity, whether it be dying from lack of growing crowdfunding support or dying from shareholder meddling.

So what can we do?

We can learn how to take our independence back. We don't have to stop using these big platforms altogether as they do have things to offer in their own way, particularly their large audience sizes and dipping into other demographics that might not be reachable from certain sites - but we gotta learn that no single site is going to satisfy every wish we have and we have to be willing to learn the skills necessary to running our own spaces again. Pick up HTML/CSS, get to know other people who know HTML/CSS if you can't grasp it (it's me, I can't grasp it LOL), be willing to take a chance on those "smaller sites" and don't write them off entirely as spaces that can be beneficial to you just because they don't have large numbers or because they don't offer rewards programs. And if you have a really polished piece of work in your hands, look into agencies and publishing houses that specialize in indie comics / graphic novels, don't settle for the first Originals contract that gets sent your way.

For the last decade corporations have been convincing us that our worth is tied to the eyes we can bring to them. Instead of serving ourselves, we've begun serving the big guys, insisting that it has to be worth something eventually and that it'll "payoff" simply by the virtue of gambler's fallacy. Ask yourself what site is right for you and your work rather than asking yourself if your work is good enough for them. Most of us are broke trying to make it work on these sites anyways, may as well be broke and fulfilled by posting in places that actually suit us and our work if we can. Don't define your success by what sites like Webtoons are enforcing - that definition only benefits them, not you.