#or the ones not quitting it. just hating the entire thing now?

[mxnhoo]

dangerous (l. hs)

✎ lee heeseung x reader genre kissing, blowing vape air into one's mouth, experienced boy x unexperienced girl trope, strawberry flavoued air, first kiss, reader has like 0 experience at all, not poofread cos a girlie just wants to write - get the idea off her head - sleep warnings ALMOST smut, vaping, nicotine (duh), hee wants to corrupt her lowk word count 905 cly's note i think this is different from what i usually write but i saw a tiktok with this idea and i couldn't stop thinking about it even during work. HENCE i am staying up to actually write it so i can get it OUF MY HEAD. i hate the thought of smoking/vaping but isn't this so hot omg. plus i've been so inactive i'm so sorry, so here's a proper fic i've written in a while (though it is short)

now playing heaven and back - chase atlantic

You breathed heavily, your eyelids heavy as you continued to stare at Heeseung, who layed below you. The room was dimly lit, the only light source coming from the lamp on your study table. You can't even explain how you got into this situation with Heeseung, your best friend — how you were sitting on Heeseung's lap, him being shirtless and just vaping in front of you. Though you've always known that he was quite literally the opposite of you, you and him remained as close friends regardless, and today you were seeing him in a different way.

Your chest moved rapidly, a new gush of unfamiliar feelings taking over you as you observed him taking another puff from his vape device. He exhaled and blew the air away from you, hitting the back of his head against the headboard afterwards, staring at you.

A strong strawberry scent took over the room, the sweetness making you want to melt into him. Despite the fact that he was the only one that was shirtless and that you were hovering over him, you still felt vulnerable, feeling unsure as to what to do next and anxious that you might fuck things up somehow.

He smirked seeing the state you were in, clearly enjoying the view of you. He was aware about how you were so naive and pure — you haven't kissed, smoked, vaped, or even fucked — and Heeseung just wanted to be there to open the new world to you. He wanted to check off every single thing off from the list, since he knew best how untouched you were. He wouldn't admit it, but he wanted to corrupt you.

He blew air up to his forehead, lifting the bangs away and he threw his head back, making himself more comfortable and showing his featuers off even more, especially his prominent Adam's apple and collarbone.

You couldn't explain it, but everything about him just felt so.. hot at the moment. You've never felt this way for anyone, but the way he was looking at you with such predator gaze, the way his exposed chest was moving up and down, the way he held his vape with his thumb and middle finger, his collarbone and neck, and even more.

"Say, you haven't fucked around nicotone like at all, right?" Heeseung questioned, his voice raspy after taking a huff of his strawberry-flavoured vape.

You shook your head and bit your lip, almost feeling humiliated that you haven't tried anything at all, and that for your entire life, you've stayed away from these things. You looked down, not wanting to meet his gaze, overthinking that he probably thought you were a loser.

He lifted your chin up with his finger, interlocking eyes with yours once again and he smirked, "Wanna take a step into my world?".

Your heart immediately skipped a beat, feeling thrilled at the thought of doing something you've always strayed away from. You stuttered, "O-okay".

He turned his neck downwards to look at you properly before flicking his middle and ring finger, gesturing for you to lean closer to him. You were already sitting on his lap as he layed down, and the closeness and warmth was driving you wild. You'd never experienced something like this before, only simple hand-holding and cheek kisses.

"I won't bite," he reassured, his voice still sounding dark, but you finally started to lean closer to him. Your hands inevitably rested on his bare chest, his chest muscles and abs feeling hard and the way he hitched his breath when you touched him didn't go unnoticed.

You were finally leaning closer to him, your hair falling forward as he nodded in approval, "Want a taste of my vape? Strawberry flavour, you'll like it". You nodded and he chuckled, bringing the vape to his mouth and taking another huff, making you slightly confused. Was he not going to hand the vape over to you?

You wanted to ask until you confirmed that he wasn't. He grabbed the front of your shirt to pull you even closer, his eyelids halfway open as he started to blow the air into your mouth. You immediately inhaled the air, tasting the sweetness of the air and suddenly feeling hot as your heart rate starts to increase.

You only stared at his lips as he blowed the vape air into your mouth, only wishing it was on yours, and he immediately noticed, immediately closing the gap between both of your mouths and smirking as he could feel you immediately snap back to reality from the sudden kiss.

He immediately pulled back, his thoughts feeling hazy as he is met with your half-fucked up face, chuckling that you were already half-spent when you did practically nothing other than share a huff and kiss for a second. "Did I take your first kiss?" he genuinely questioned, observing as you recovered from the kiss and puff.

"You did," you remained quiet before continuing, "I expect you to take my second, third and more".

"Is that a challenge?" he raised his eyebrows, clearly liking your boldness and the idea of kissing you as many times as he wanted.

"Maybe it is? Maybe it isn't?" you shrugged.

His face immediately darkened, the smirk on his face growing deeper, "I never back down a challenge". He put his hand behind your head to push you closer to him, causing your lips to clash once again.

watch out we pop out~ let's fill up some dopamine~ (if u understand ily)

[melliemell]

Pairing: Jouno x reader

Contents: NSFW, hate sex, penetration (reader receiving), forced intimacy due to circumstance/convenience's sake, horny people stuck in a cell leads to exactly what you think it'd lead to, Approx 3k. words

“Wooh, I believe in you, buddy,” you said, voice hollow. You were lying on the ground, legs stretched against the wall as you tapped your toes together. “You’re so strong and capable, Jouno. What a brain, what determination.”

A scoff followed by, “I have better things to do than rot away pathetically. How’s that going for you?” Jouno did not move from his kneeling position, ear pressed firmly to the ground as he concentrated. 

“Marvelously, actually.” You looked over at Jouno’s hunched back. You could see the bloodied rips of fabric perfectly from that angle. Being stabbed that many times must’ve hurt like hell. “I think I’ve reached a serenity point. Nirvana and all that.”

The panic had subdued from earlier at least. The small room you were both confined in was just as suffocating, yes, but your body felt light. It was nothing compared to the shock of being thrust into consciousness suddenly, the sensation of your muscles twitch and move as you commanded them still oddly weird. The vampiric influence had lifted somehow, leaving freedom in its wake.

Something had happened. 

But your memories felt like distant dreams. Your body barely registered as your own, even as you watched your fingers flex and stretch before your eyes.

“Your delusions are not amusing me at the moment,” Jouno said. You could tell his exasperation was building, tapping against the floor and walls as he moved about. It was probably a first his senses weren’t quite as sharp as they used to be.

“You’re not much different. I doubt you could hear anything; there’s no one down here besides us,” you said, rolling over to lie on your side.

“It’s not down here I’m concerned with. Something’s happening at the airport.”

“I figured that much. Lucky us.”

“Your smart remarks aren’t as clever as you think. Your precious Agency could very well be in danger as well.”

That piqued your interest. Jouno despised all of you, and here he was–not throwing slander at your face about them. Peculiar. 

It was all of no use though. Not until you got your abilities under control, the effect of Bram’s vampirism dulling them enough to barely register they even existed. The room was locked shut, you tried enough times the both of you but the metal did not even budge.

What was left was to wait. And hope, maybe. 

“You giving up now?” you asked after what felt like hours of Jouno moving around you, pushing at places you doubted would suddenly make a hidden door appear. His shoulders were tense, hands crossed tight as he oozed restlessness in buckets. 

Jouno did not turn to you, but he raised his head to the ceiling with a sigh. “Your voice is annoying me, please stop breathing.” 

You tapped the ground beside you. “I’m good, thank you. Want a seat?”

“As if.”

Your palm moved against the rough stone. You observed it intently. “I’ll consider breaking us out…” You pushed firmly, feeling energy surge through your fingertips before a small crack formed into the surface. “If you ask me nicely.”

In your full strength, you could cause a whole tremor to pass through the building. Shatter an entire wall. But now–this was the best you could do.

Jouno turned to you, smiling gently. “Oh my, I would love for you to do that. It’s not below me to ask for help, you know. But I don’t see the point of it when you’re clearly a shameless liar. Or delusional. Take your pick.”

You frowned. “Give me enough time and I might. Your ability’s still trash at working too, isn’t it? ”

His smile pulled into a firm line. He raised his hand up, the tips of his fingers glowing into a soft blue light. Jouno’s frown deepened. “So it feels. Damn it.”

It looked rather pretty in your opinion. But you doubted he’d appreciate that comment.

You fell into silence again. Nothing to be done about anything for now. Jouno looked more concerned about this than you’d have guessed. Fists clenched until he finally sagged against the wall opposite you. His hand remained aflame, small particles constantly dispersing about. 

You almost felt bad for him. Knowing the betrayal he endured and seeing now his inability to right the wrongs. 

It was rather noble of him; to carry all that weight on his shoulders. By choice. Not that it would do him any good, but you couldn’t deny the warm feeling that spread in your chest, heart beating faster at the thought. Men like him were a rarity. If only you didn’t hate each other as much.

Jouno’s brows furrowed. He raised his head at you but only for a moment. He shook it dismissively, turning his face to the side.

You thought he’d be more talkative, to be honest. He certainly enjoyed playing an ass but the more time passed, the less sure you were of that. Despair was one way to put the feeling that oozed from this room.

You rose up languidly, blinking your annoyance away as you strode up the few feet distance between you. Jouno pulled back, raising his head as you hovered over his sitting form.

“What do you want?” he asked.

You dropped dramatically before him, hand resting against your cheek. “Your panic’s sipping into my peace bubble. Stop that.”

Jouno did not look impressed. “Contact security then. I’m sure they’ll be glad to escort one of us to a different accommodation.”

You snorted.“See? If I joke, you joke. Then the mood brightens and all’s good.”

“Aren’t you a charmer? Nothing is good.”

You dropped to sit beside him. “I… I know, okay? I don’t know what the fuck is going on and–” you huddled into yourself, eyes closing, “–I still feel weird and my memory’s fucked and my ability’s useless. I’m trying to keep it together, okay? That’s how I manage it, so don’t be an ass about it.”

Jouno sighed. “Rather pathetic way of handling it.”

“Hey, fuck off!”

“I would if I could.”

And he bumped you into the side with an elbow. You drew back from the pain but when you looked at Jouno, he was smiling. Not the ugly insincere smile, but a small, honest one. At least it looked like it.

Man, this was bad.

You breathed in deep, small droplets of tears forming in your eyes. “Fuck,” you breathed.

“Yeah. I can relate to that,” Jouno said.

“Something’s happening up there. They might be dying and we’re just– here. Doing nothing.”

“What a good way of phrasing it. And you were so calm about it earlier. Your Agency sure could rely on you splendidly as I see.”

Annoyance, sudden and spreading rapidly build up in your chest.“Don’t say that. I’m not–”

“Not what? Cowering away in here? Or should I wait for your full response?” Jouno was mocking you, his patience waning just as quickly as yours.

You turned to face him, palm plastered firmly over his head. “Take that back,” you said, voice like steel.

“Of course you’d want me to do that,” Jouno continued, eating up the whole interaction. His hand flickered, the particles just as bright, if not even more. “I was only sharing the truth.”

“Take–” you leaned in, face flush against his as your eyes blazed, “–that back,” you said, hand flexing firmly into the stone. 

Just as Jouno’s mouth opened, a quick response already on his lips, you heard the sound of cracking. You both froze in place. Small bits of ruble fell on Jouno’s shoulder, your hand digging into the stone so forcefully it had smashed a dent right in it. You watched in wonder the small spider-webbed cracks trailing up and down and everywhere. 

You didn’t notice when you activated your ability. Your chest felt tight and overly alive with emotions.

“Anger me again,” you said before you could process it.

Jouno’s hand had trailed up, feeling the cracks behind him. “That’s an inconvenient way. What are you, feral?”

You ignored him, mind spinning. You’ve never had this before. But abilities were heavily influenced by states; Atsushi was a perfect example of that. Too many emotions and you lose control.

Become dangerous.

You looked at Jouno, eyes blazing with the possibility. 

If you ever needed a more perfect man for the job…

“I hate men like you; it’s like you’re drowning in your self-righteousness to the point of not seeing the truth before you,” you said, serving the plate perfectly before him. “Talks of law from you is like decomposing garbage. It stinks disgustingly.”

Jouno remained silent for a moment, brows furrowed. Then a smile broke on his face, teeth sharp as he said, “Should I praise you? It’s impressive how people like you twist everything to ignore how pathetic they are.”

As if. “If anything you’re the one in need of a reality check. Accusing the Agency when we were clearly framed.”

Jouno pushed forward, getting in your face. “So you’d like to ignore the obvious criminals among you?”

“I would like–” you shoved Jouno back, one palm pushing his chest into the wall, the other cracking up the wall beside his head even further “–the so-called best soldiers in the world focused more on protecting it. What of some petty crimes?”

“Nobody’s above the law,” Jouno said, voice laden with pride that only irked you further. Like he believed himself an uphelder of that statement. 

What a joke.

“Then prove it. As if you could. How could I know you won’t hesitate to strike at your own? How?” you prodded, searching his face for clues.

“I won’t,” Jouno whispered, grabbing onto the hand beside his head, clutching your wrist. 

“You talk a lot. All words.”

“I would love it if you’d be sweet enough to break us out of here. Then I’ll show you.” And he gripped harder, drawing a hiss from your lips.

“You enjoy tormenting people, don’t you?”

“How could I not? It’s a lovely sound.”

“Disgusting.”

You wanted to punch him. Really, you did. Not like it would lead to anything. How he reached his position was beyond you. 

“You know how I’m this good at weeding out the scum of this world? Scum like you, to be precise,” Jouno said, his fake smile turned to you. 

“How?” you bit back, mouth twisting.

“You’re so easy to predict, that’s how. Even if you hide behind your self-righteousness– you still act one and the same. I’m merely being observant.”

A thought formed in your mind. Somehow the idea of catching Jouno off guard clutched you so strongly you had to see where it led. The pressure in your chest did not subside one bit, your emotions swirling still. 

Jouno’s smile widened as your answer did not come as quickly. He was good at reading you, alright, even your heartbeat giving away everything. But if you acted fast enough… 

You felt crazed, eyes wide with something as you reached for Jouno’s head, pulling roughly at his hair until you crashed your lips against his. You swallowed the momentary shock you could feel from him as his body seized up, freezing entirely against yours.

You pulled back just as quickly, enjoying the dumbfounded expression written all over Jouno’s face.

“Oh, sorry. Weren’t you expecting that?” you mocked, revelling further in the frown that pulled at Jouno’s lips.

“No.”

He pulled you quickly against him, no warning given. Your eyes widened as his hands grabbed at your face, lips already parted as Jouno kissed you this time. 

It was all a blur from that moment on. You were pushed by pure emotions, blinking away your hesitation as you grabbed onto him. Your lips parted, inviting him in. He was all sharp edges and snide remarks, but the way Jouno kissed was filled with passion. A hunger you didn’t expect from his as he cupped your face closer, stealing your breath by the second.

Jouno bit at your lower lip, not giving you enough time to protest as he dived back in, tongue sweeping over the bruised flesh. His hands held onto you, firm around your waist as he pushed his weight against you.

Your hand remained on the wall, but not for long if this went on. 

“Not a chance, you ass,” you whispered against his ear, before shoving him right back into the wall. You swallowed the hiss that left Jouno’s lips, and you felt the sparks of power travel through your other hand, denting the cracks behind him even further. 

You smiled viciously. This might be an even better plan than earlier. After all, it worked. Might as well push a little further…

Your pulled at your shirt. You worked on your trousers as you said without looking up, “Come on.”

Jouno’s fingers drummed onyour waist. He cocked his head. “Not a conventional idea, but I’m quite adaptable,” he said before fumbling with his own belt.

Jouno seemed composed… if it wasn’t for the slowness with which he was moving. Almost hesitation as you stood up, discarding your trousers in a few quick moves. You kept your panties for modesty’s sake. Not that it stopped you from straddling Jouno’s thighs as he finally pulled at his clothes down, pretty cock strucking out and already hard.

You could feel the wetness between your thighs, but it was nothing compared to the ever growing pulsing. It’s not often you got turned on this fast, but the sight of him before you definitely furthered the process.

Jouno was stroking himself slowly, fingers deft around his shaft as he breathed hard. The red of his hair matched prettily the growing flush of his cheeks. His lips were parted, but no words were spilling as you both took in the situation you were in. 

Jouno looked very kissable at this moment, ready and waiting for your touch. 

Gosh, you wanted to kiss him til he bruised. 

So you did just that, grabbing Jouno by the shirt as you sought his warmth again. He was not far back to respond, one hand grasping at your nape, twisting your face as he wanted while his tongue moved against yours. His other moved faster over his cock, drawing small moans of pleasure from his throat. 

And here you thought he was one of the quiet ones. 

Even better, knowing now the possibilities.

Your hand went down his chest, tugging playfully at his buttons, a sneaky finger trailing in between the open spaces to graze at bare skin. Every move you made fuelled more hunger from Jouno, the kisses building in passion. 

You weren’t kidding anyone, you were about to fuck this man’s brains out, no reservations whatsoever. Keeping half a thought to your original plan was becoming even more strenuous. Pulling your panties to the side didn’t help either, nor did Jouno’s groan as you guided his tip to your entrance, smearing your wetness atop of him.

You pulled your palm to the wall, breathing deep. Jouno’s hands were already at your hips, the anticipation clear in the way he gripped at your flesh. You kissed him again, wanting to savour every moment of Jouno feeling your walls stretching for him, his pretty cock sinking deeper into your pussy as you lowered your body down.  

“Oh, this is bad,” Jouno whispered against your lips, hips already thrusting in you deep. 

“How bad?” You smiled into the kiss.

“I’m not lasting long if you feel this good already, damn you.” 

And he moved, his pace faster and faster as you tried to keep your breathing. You didn’t doubt his words one bit, your arousal easy to match to his. The obscenity of it drove you closer to your peak, not caring in the slightest how pathetic it’d look if neither of you lasted long. With the way Jouno was taking charge, firm hands keeping you in place as he thrust into you fervently–you could only clutch around him, feeling your pussy flutter with every brush of his hairs against your clit. 

It was… it was a lot. 

“Faster,” you breathed against Jouno’s ear, keeping him flush against you with one hand as the other pushed into the hard surface behind him. You couldn’t see it, but you heard the sway of stone under your ability, the sound of it growing louder with every crack. 

“Demanding,” Jouno said, but it was no complaint; he did deliver, keeping the pace you wanted all the way till your thighs started spasming, your orgasm hitting you in waves of pleasure that had you doubling down, face buried in Jouno’s neck as you tried to stifle your sounds. 

There was no need–the bellowing echo of stones falling was enough to have you shoot up, Jouno pushing you back quickly as your eyes widened at the sight of the wall crumbling away behind you. 

You could only laugh, looking at the ceiling as you lay there on the floor, Jouno atop you now. And still inside. He didn’t spare you a moment, raising your leg up for a better angle before he was fucking into you again, seeking your lips fervently. You pulled him to you, hands buried in his hair. It didn’t take long before he lost it, his high nearing by the second when–

“Fuck. Fuck, I’m–” he pulled out suddenly, his spend spilling over your belly in hot streaks as he stroked himself through it. 

Jouno was panting, eyebrows drawn as he tried to gather himself. You did not let go of him through it all, keeping his in place against you. 

You needed to get up and get up now, but the shock of what you just did was still flowing through both of your veins. A moment is all you needed.

Just… yeah. You’ll be back to saving the world, you promised yourself. Just a moment.

[hooffuloftootsierolls]

In light of the reveal of Abel's complete design, have this dumb doodle i made on magma a week ago based on an interaction my bsf @plushtoothpanic acted out while we were joking about Vivziepop's lack of diversity(the dog character is his sona).

Also, rant below involving Abel, I don't want this to become a critical blog since Hazbin has held a special place in my heart since 2021, but oh my God I am so sick of the shit that Vivzie is pulling

Making Adam white was already quite a choice, I had a pretty specific vision of a dark-skinned curly-haired man before his face was revealed. Although I had been expecting a biblically-accurate Adam, I didn't mind having him white as long as Eve wasn't made white as well.

Abel's design throws this out the window.

First let's focus on Abel being the child of Adam and Eve. This means Eve is white, and likely also blonde. Historically, the first humans were East/South African, and not white. Ok, well what about biblically? The popular depictions of biblical figures are mainly European interpretations from when Europe adapted the Bible and made all the figures pale, like them. It's more likely that the dark-skinned writers that originally complied stories into the Bible meant for the figures to look more like them. It would make more sense if one or both of them was dark.

Saint Peter is a whole nother' piss drawer that I don't wanna open, but whitewashing an actual human being that existed is just so gross.

Now, the other thing I wanna talk about that talks less about race and more about theories surrounding Abel being blonde... People were already theorizing that maybe one of the kids was Lucifer's spawn because of the implied affair with Eve. It wasn't the most popular theory but now it's making a comeback with the reveal of Abel's complete design.

I dislike this theory(besides the fact that it's just stupid) because

1. Cain is Adam and Eve's firstborn son. Abel is their second. Even if Eve and Lucifer had an affair in Eden, that would result in Cain, not Abel. Also we aren't entirely aware of Lucifer's powers involving entering the living world but I doubt he can canonically go there, or at least not after Adam and Eve were expelled from the Garden, since Hell was made as a punishment for him and any mortal that sins and I don't think he would be able to waltz back to Earth that easily. I suppose maybe they could be twins and Cain could just have been the first one born, but I don't think that's usually what "firstborn" implies, or how it's generally interpreted?

2. This is gonna look really bad on Lucifer's part?? Like, this implies that Lilith left Adam for Lucifer, then Lucifer got with Eve(possibly cheating on Lilith if she wasn't aware/didn't consent to the affair) and cucked Adam for a second time???? Lucifer would straight-up be getting the Stolas treatment where they keep making him more and more shitty then try to justify it anyways. Cmon guys.. I wanna be able to cheer for Lucifer too but he doesn't seem remorseful at all for anything he's done, more like he's been playing the victim for a decamillennium despite being a possible cheater and the one who destroyed Adam and Eve's life.

3. How would this be plot-relevant at all?? My closest guess is to make a disconnect from Adam like "oh he was never my ACTUAL father anyways" and also to try and make a bond with Abel and Charlie being blood-related so he would decide to side with her or something. Also on top of that I hate the whole trope of someone suddenly not giving a fuck about the parents who raised them in favor of their biological parents who didn't raise them. It's a dumb trope and if this theory is canon and they pull something like that.... ughh.

yeah. Overall, too many Aryans, pleasepleasepleaseplease pleaseeep please don't make Eve white even though I know they will anyways, and if that stupid theory is true then Lucifer is a snake-tongued, home-wrecking, unfaithful pile of shit that is disguised as a poor depressed dad that the fandom eats up and woobifies. Not that I don't want him to have flaws, but he doesn't seem very sorry for what he did(he has his whole snake and apple motif, that's like saying you feel guilty for a murder then using the hyper-specific murder weapon as your symbol) and also Abel being his son would be such an unnecessary plotline that would make him look soooo so so so so much worse because he wouldn't have much of a wholesome excuse for that.

The only good things I'm getting out of this are that I can post about Abel without having to tag it as leaks and also people are cracking jokes about Abel being the son of Lucifer and Adam

[muffinsin]

I heard you and now I must rewuest!!!!

Since Cassandra is one of my faves, i have tk request gp! Reader x Cassandra that gets more and more feral as her pregnancy progresses, but she only seems to have a liking in only the reader, hissing at anyone else.

-💜 anon

The preggo Cassie nation is building! ;P🙌🙌

Let’s get into it! ;)

Masterlists

Like this, you’re certain you could get lost in her.

She’s pressed up against the bed below you, entirely bare for you, her stunning eyes set on you. Golden, wide, eager. Her lazy eye, adorable. Her lips are pulled into a scowl as she snarls, impatient as ever, but you’re not about to give her what she wants just yet.

Her stomach is round already, your little one growing inside of her. And yes, while originally your pretty Cassandra was less than thrilled to be the one carrying out your child, she’s become somewhat used to the additional weight by now.

Below, her pussy glistens for you already. Above, her breasts and nipples seem to lure you closer, perky and large, even larger than before the pregnancy. You feel your mouth water at the sight of them.

Reaching down, her snarl turns into a breathless gasp when you cup, then squeeze her breasts. While they weren’t overly sensitive before the pregnancy, now the sweet thing is moaning and gasping at even the lightest brush against them.

You love it.

As you continue to toy with her, rolling her sensitive nipple between your fingertips with practiced ease, you feel your body responding to it all.

Your nipples are hard, and your stomach feels tight. Between your legs, your cock, hanging low and heavy before, now stands tall and hard, twitching as though with the desire to bury itself inside the brunette’s pussy.

The thought makes you groan.

Pregnant pussy really is the best…

Alas, just because she’s carrying out your child and pregnancy came with some new, surprising challenges, that doesn’t mean you’ll necessarily go easy on her, or allow her to snarl and whine to get her way.

You coo as you lean down, laughing when the mere brush of your wet, thick tip against her slit makes her tremble and has her hips buck up weakly, unused to the weight of her stomach as she does so.

You lean down, cooing as she snarls again. You notice, the pregnancy has made her even more feral than she was before. Alas, you don’t at all mind putting her in her place with just the same animalistic, feral attitude.

She gasps below you when your head dips down and your tongue licks up her neck, your hand rubbing gently across her stomach. She’s about to snarl, yet the action stops her.

Cassandra is all too well aware of how stupidly submissive she looks, bare and on her back, her throat licked and pussy drooling against your tip, her large breasts moving as she breathes, her stomach round to carry your child.

She blushes, though is not quite eager to slip into her role just yet.

“Beg for it, Mommy”, you coo, the petname a cruel tease, and one that has her gasp and snarl again, once again reminded that, just for this moment right now, she’s been reduced from the strong, fierce huntress, to the cute submissive bearing your child and- by the end of this, surely- your seed as well.

She growls at you, impatient as ever, unwilling to beg for it, as ever.

Ah, but she will have to, and she knows it.

Even during your pregnancy, she likes to keep things exciting. She doesn’t want your sex life to become tame, suddenly, just because she’s pregnant. If anything, it has her more feral and riled up than ever before.

She whimpers- actually whimpers, and she hates and loves it- when you stroke your tongue against her throat, your lips coming down to latch onto her sensitive skin.

Just as she automatically begins to claw at your shoulders, her nails sharp as blades, she feels you drag her wrists from you, holding them in a relatively tight grasp as you guide them above her head. Knowing that, especially with the amount of blood and vitamins she takes during her pregnancy, she’s much stronger than you could ever be, she allows it. She too likes the illusion of being somewhat helpless, sometimes.

As such, she finds herself bare beneath you, her hands held above her head, shivers decorating her beautiful body as you lick at her throat. Still, she only lets out impatient whines and snarls, her flies buzzing angrily at the fact your tip is only sliding lazily against her slit, instead of entering her with a single push of your hips.

Alas, you stay almost perfectly still, your fingers massaging her trapped wrists, your tongue swirling at her neck enough to make her see stars already.

Her legs tighten around you, her heels dig into your back as though to urge you to move forward already. She’s shivering from every little touch of her overly sensitive throat and moans softly whenever you accidentally brush up against her hard nipples.

When you bite down on her at last, she squeals, her flies buzzing loudly, her wrists momentarily jerking up against your hands. You catch them still and pin them against the bed again, chuckling lowly against the now wet spot at her throat. The sensation has her see stars.

“M-Move alrea-a-ah…already..!”, she tries to snarl, but her words are soft and breathy, laced with her sweet moans and gasps whenever your tip brushes up against the hood of her clit.

You coo at her, as though teasing her for her demand. She ought to know, she isn’t going to get it this easily, and certainly not through demands.

“You want it…~”, she coos back, her voice low and sultry.

And by the Gods, you know, she’s right.

You want it, bad, feel tense already as you try to hold back from taking her already. Even seeing her like this, carrying out your child, only makes you want to take her and pump her full of more and more seed. Momentarily, you can’t help but wonder how Cassandra would react to carrying out more than one child…

Her words and tone alone have your hips buck up automatically, a moan ripped from you and her when your tip almost dips inside before it slides from her slippery slit and drags back up to her clit instead.

She smirks below you and fuck...the view alone has your cock twitch and ache painfully. Precum drools from you and your nipples harden even more. She knows fully well what she's capable of doing to you.

What she always does to you.

Evidently, given how now she sports a round stomach, carrying out your child, and, hopefully, more to come. If you can convince her, that is. You wouldn't be surprised if she made you cum in her mouth or other places, for that matter, from now on...

Secretly, you hope this isn't the case.

Your head spins for a moment before you compose yourself again, licking at her neck once again. Your resolve is crumbling. Every second seems to tempt you more and more into simply pushing inside her wet, soaked, tight pussy already. Ugh...you really want to push inside, to feel her around you. She feels so good already, but lately, even more so.

Alas, you know hers is crumbling, too.

She shivers adorably beneath you, her legs tightening around you as you lick from her neck all the way up her jaw, your teeth teasing her sensitive flesh. She's close to giving in, her body so overly sensitive, her pussy aching to be full of you already.

And for but a moment longer she wants to keep fighting, wants to keep up her play of dominance, her little game of power play.

Then, a kick from within her stomach that has her wince and whimper, ultimately reminding her of her position. Still, being the pregnant one in the relationship, tends to make her feel rather submissive. To know she is the one to have been pumped full, she is the one to carry out your child, the one to birth it eventually.

The one you will be pleading to carry out more of them, perhaps.

As such, she whimpers, moaning a little louder as she tilts her head for you, as though to show off her sensitive neck now.

Your eyes widen at the sight, the open display of submission from your rather bratty partner.

Perhaps, if you had an ounce of control left in you, you would make her beg verbally as well.

Now, however, this is more than enough to send you over the edge, too.

You push inside of her immediately, albeit a little slower than usually, a little gentler, well aware your future child is growing within the woman below you.

As she finally feels you slide inside of her, she moans breathily, her back arching for the bed just slightly as her legs tighten around your body.

Briefly, she tugs against your hands, as though overcome with the urge to touch you, but you hold firm. As such, she merely moans and gasps again, resting her wrists back against the sheets and taking what you give her- not her strong suit, certainly, but with the way you slowly roll your hips into her, it feels like you’re slowly fucking every little thought from her.

Golden eyes flutter shut and you groan when, at last, you manage to push yourself fully inside.

Her walls grip at you already, squeezing and throbbing around your hard cock as though to lure you in further and milk you dry.

A familiar scenario, certainly.

You nuzzle her throat gently, humming and moaning lowly as you drag your tongue across her sensitive skin yet again.

Then, when a knock at the door demands your attention, both of you turn your heads. But while you’re about to politely send whoever is at the other side, likely a maid tasked to tidy Cassandra’s chambers or prepare this and that, off, she takes a different approach.

It’s suddenly your turn to gasp when she snarls loudly, her flies buzzing loudly, her eyes wide. She’s pulling you to her, flush against her. She's snarling so loud you hear the maid at the other side of the door flinch, as though rethinking her decision to enter.

You're locked in place, can only feel your cock throb within her, feel her walls pulse around you.

It's heavenly.

She keeps on snarling, her teeth bared, her chest heaving a little, her flies buzzing in irritation.

Then, when you sense the woman is about to leave, you finally continue thrusting already.

You groan lowly as your hips snap back and forth, your full balls slapping flush against her ass cheeks. Immediately, her feral attitude changes to a submissive one yet again, her golden eyes fluttering shut, her beautiful lips parting. Her head tilts back, her smooth, strong neck exposed once again. Alas, it is not your target, now.

You lean down, your lips flickering across her sensitive nipples instead.

Now, more sensitive than ever, she shivers as you lick across one, then shrieks when you bite down lightly on the other.

With you continuing on, thrusting fast, yet not as deep as you normally would, unsure how deep you ought to go, and your hands on her breasts, she's feeling herself be pushed closer and closer to her orgasm. She's twitching and moaning adorably in no time, her strong legs wrapped around you still.

Still, her pussy squeezes you tight, a breathy moan slipping past her lips. You smirk, well aware of what even the littlest amount of pain does to her.

She's so adorable for you, like this, so alive.

You watch with wide eyes as she comes around you, her hands grabbing at the sheets- surely to avoid accidentally ripping you to shreds. Her chest rises and falls fast, her breaths short, her moans loud. She's shivering for you, her nipples rock hard beneath your fingertips.

Almost, you think you can't handle it, that the pleasure is almost too much. That she's too warm, too tight. That she's too perfect for you.

And still, just when you're sure you can't make it, you pull out, moaning and shivering as thick cum splatters against her wet pussy, her thighs, even a little on her stomach, which you gently remove with your thumb.

Through lidded eyes, you see her stare hungrily at you, still.

[passthepittcola]

wait no hold on. stancest but they both have a food/feeding kink. generally from a stan sort of POV bcus he's me🫶

in their early childhood, ford feels oddly warm watching stanley eat so much. he doesn't quite understand it, but keeps quiet and just pretends he likes goading his brother on (which, well. that isn't exactly a lie, is it?)

in their teens, stan fills out more and has been boxing now for a few years, and after a particularly big win, maybe stan scrounges up some money to take him and ford out to eat.

ford's face goes redder than the marinara sauce at that restaurant. stan briefly worries ford has somehow forgotten how to breathe.

so it goes like that for a while, and they hook up and play around. and maybe stan doesn't entirely get it just yet, but he knows ford likes his body, because pshh, yeah, of course he does! so he just rolls with it.

during stan's drifter years, i imagine he realizes he's into a lot of different things- praise, being degraded, getting his hair pulled too tight- yadda yadda. he's not super kinky, is what he thinks, just.. knowledgeable.

but the one thing that gives him pause.. is food. at first, he thinks maybe he's just hit his head one too many times, and now his hot meals that come with blowjobs just make him sweat a little. okay, whatever. stan can deal with that.

what he can't deal with is doing the tango with others who are unashamedly into feeding, into being fed. it.. he tells himself he hates it. and it definitely doesn't remind him of anyone.

he tries really hard to repeat those thoughts when he jacks off about it in his car on particularly lonely nights, when he doesn't want to waste quarters on a phonecall he knows he won't say anything on.

and, later, many years down the line, stan is stanford, in "his own" house, and he's definitely going to whatever hell is worse than the one he's currently in. because he's setting up a mirror as tall as his door, putting on his brother's glasses, his brother's clothes, and a hot plate of food is in front of him.

he's almost not guilty about it, with an orgasm that intense. almost. but, hey, it motivates him to start feeding himself, lets him work on the portal for another day, and he gets a new hobby out of it. so what the hell, right?

and it pays off. 40-some years, and finally, finally, his brother is here again. stan is.. weirdly upset about how thin ford is when he first comes back. how he seems to never eat. but he's also worried about how his brother never sleeps or practices safe hygiene, so maybe it's just that.

and there isn't time to think about it, because he's getting kicked out again, and ford isn't staying away from the kids like stan asked but how can he be mad when he's wanted ford to meet them for almost 13 years, and ford's in trouble and the kids are in trouble and that stupid triangle is here and the whole town is in trouble- and then he's... nobody. nothing. white, blank, black and grey, a soothing fog.

so it doesn't really come up again until much, much later, when his brain is mostly recovered from being swiss cheese and he and ford are on a boat (a boat!).

mabel had initially helped ford start eating real food again, and now it's up to stan. and he thinks he's a good cook. or, better than ford, at least. he's convinced mabel's glitter enchiladas she made once (with real, non-edible glitter) were better than anything ford could make.

so stan cooks. that warm feeling comes, as he watches ford eat. he thinks it's just sappy, mushy feelings, and then suddenly he makes something ford really likes and he's popping a boner over it.

thankfully, ford doesn't notice, but the next time they dock and eat out at a restaurant, ford is the one popping a stiffy and he's certainly not shy about it once they get in private, even if he doesn't realize why. stan certainly isn't complaining, but now he feels like there's a pattern. naturally, instead of just talking about it, he tests it. brings ford to a hotel or something, they get a shit ton of takeout, or maybe a fancy dinner served to their room.

stan would definitely play it up, eating noisily until ford complains. stan just grins and continues until ford pounces to get him to stop, and somehow play-fighting turns into feeding each other, and stan definitely remembers what food kinks are now.

they book their hotel room for one more night, stuffed full with more than just food at the end of it.

[the-thieves-gambit]

There had been a moment in time where the thought of not having met him sounded like a dream come true. Now though, a small frown came to her as she couldn't seem to imagine what life had been like without him. "I'm pretty sure Tennessee is top of the list, knowing that Peter knows the area and has family there, it'll be, not easier, but a lot more smoother transition. Then maybe California and seeing how things go maybe New Orleans." A conspiratorial smile sent his way. "Never know what the future holds."

Giving him a small smile as he excused himself, she hoped he knew that it was okay. That she understood and that he could talk to her about it all later. She knew how much this all meant to him. For now she'd enjoy the evening knowing that he was back at the house, but she didn't kid herself, she knew he wouldn't be resting but at least he'd be alone to think things over.

"You better!" Elizabeth giggled as she let the girl take her free hand and pull her along. She also hoped it wasn't full of scares that might trigger her fight response. As his mother kept pace with her, she gave him a small sad smile.

"I just" she thought it over for a moment as she took in the sights one more time, trying to think of the the right way to say what she wanted to. "I know how important what he does is. How much it means to him to make that difference. I just hate that the thing he loves to do is at odds with the people he loves." Moving along with the line she continued. "Don’t get me wrong. I understand why you all worry, I’ve seen first hand the dangers and the obstacles he faces. And how much he misses everyone and just wants to be back home safe with you all. I guess I just want all of you to be happy and safe somehow. "

As they got to the front, she gave her another small smile. "I can also say that you’re not entirely wrong. As long as he works for that person he’ll always be denied what he has worked so hard for and that in itself is another issue. What is it you would like for him to do? Just quit ? Switch departments? " It was an honest question, she was his mother after all, the woman who had always put her children before her. She wanted to know her honest opinion of the situation.

"Tennessee? Wow that is really cool. Peter will have a lot of clientele over there. Kind of funny, that was one of the locations I was supposed to go to. Imagine if I had. You and I hadn't met." Wally smiled and nodded. "What are the contenders now? I can assume you and Charlie have an idea? New Orleans would be fun. Not that I'm bias or anything." His smirk showed that he was trying to be funny.

"That was one time and it wasn't technically," he couldn't even lie at that point. Work had tired him out that he had barely kept awake for round one. "Personal mission of mine to make it to at least round one tonight."

Taking the out Liz had given him he decided he wasn't as useful now and he would only have a miserable time. He did want to go back home to think of his next step or really if he was being honest, to wallow in his failure once again. He squeezed her lower back and put up his best smile. "I'm gonna head on home. I'll meet you guys there with some hot cocoa. Annie, don't tire out my girl too much okay?"

Annie giggled and grabbed her hand. "I promise! Come on if it is haunted I'll protect you!" She pulled her along and smiled now that the tension dissipated. Mama B still felt angry and knew if she followed her son that both personalities would clash. He was afterall the most like her in attitude. So she decided to flank Liz. "Penny for your thoughts?" Not much could go over the matriachs head. "I can safely assume it isn't trouble in paradise between you. You gravitate toward him without even knowing it. So, be like a pez dispenser and spill." Her French accent strong as she smiled looking at the loading of the hayrides.

Getting her phone he sighed and nodded softly as he couldn't wait to check whatever it was that blew up his phone. Checking his email his face felt heartbreak at the fact that he had once again been denied detective. His features stayed neutral but his heart shattered. He had worked so fucking hard and he was still being cockblocked by his worst enemy.

He kicked rocks on his way back to his mother's house and sighed. There was a conversation to be had with Liz. Mostly talking to her about their next steps. He could technically not work again and be just fine being an equal provider for himself and Liz. But he didn't want to break into that bank because being rich without doing anything just didn't give him any sort of meaning. All this was what he needed to talk to his girlfriend about.

[bilestat]

i just think that if you’re quitting a show because of a minor character that’s been in maybe 12 of 114 episodes then maybe you weren’t actually a fan of the show

[bunnyboy-juice]

spent the first hour and change at work deleting some old files and am having a grand ol time laughing at myself for not realizing i was a lesbian sooner

[sheliesshattered]

somehow, I don't know how, but somehow sewing machines always know when you're nearly done with a project and pick that exact moment to throw a hissy fit

[orcelito]

Watching the Obito Reveal in naruto and while I still want to punch this guy in the face, I'm rly enjoying seeing how emotional Kakashi is getting AND how supportive Guy is being to him. Like Fuck You, obito, guy is here and he's better than you in every fucking way. Up to and including giving kakashi the support he deserves ❤️

[longagoitwastuesday]

So so indebted to u for posting those lovely illustrations from Cyrano <333 & even more so for yr tags!! I'm completely in love w yr analysis, please feel free to ramble as long as u wish! Browsing through yr Cyrano de Bergerac tag has given me glimpses of so many adaptations & translations I'd never heard of before! I'll be watching the Solès version next, which I have only discovered today through u ^_^ As for translations, have u read many/all of them? I've only encountered the Renauld & Burgess translations in the wild, & I was curious to hear yr translation thoughts that they might guide my decision on which one I buy first (not necessarily Renauld or Burgess ofc). Have a splendid day & sorry for the likespam! 💙

Sorry for the delay. Don't mind the likespam, I'm glad you enjoyed my tags about Cyrano, and that they could contribute a bit to a further appreciation of the play. I loved it a lot, I got obsessed with it for months. It's always nice to know other people deeply love too that which is loved haha I hope you enjoy the Solès version, it may well be my favourite one!

About translations, I'm touched you're asking me, but I don't really know whether mine is the best opinion to ask. I have read... four or five English translations iirc, the ones I could find online, and I do (and especially did, back when I was reading them) have a lot of opinions about them. However, nor English nor French are my first languages (they are third and fourth respectively, so not even close). I just read and compare translations because that's one of my favourite things to do.

The fact is that no translation is perfect, of course. I barely remember Renauld's, but I think it was quite literal; that's good for understanding the basics of the text, concepts and characters, but form is subject, and there's always something that escapes too literal translations. Thomas and Guillemard's if I recall correctly is similar to Hooker's in cadence. It had some beautiful fragments, some I preferred over Hooker's, but overall I think to recall I liked Hooker's more. If memory serves, Hooker's was the most traditionally poetic and beautiful in my opinion. Burgess' is a whole different thing, with its perks and drawbacks.

Something noticeable in the other translations is that they are too... "epic". They do well the poetic, sorrowful, grief stricken, crushed by regrets aspects of Cyrano and the play in general, but they fall quite short in the funny and even pathetic aspects, and that too is key in Cyrano, both character and play. Given the characteristics of both languages, following the cadence of the French too literally, with those long verses, makes an English version sound far too solemn at times when the French text isn't. Thus Burgess changes the very cadence of the text, adapting it more to the English language. This translation is the one that best sets the different moods in the play, and as I said before form is subject, and that too is key: after all, the poetic aspect of Cyrano is as much true as his angry facet and his goofy one. If Cyrano isn't funny he isn't Cyrano, just as he wouldn't be Cyrano without his devotion to Roxane or his insecurities; Cyrano is who he is precisely because he has all these facets, because one side covers the other, because one trait is born from another, because one facet is used as weapon to protect the others, like a game of mirrors and smoke. We see them at different points through the play, often converging. Burgess' enhances that. He plays with the language itself in form and musicality, with words and absences, with truths masking other truths, with things stated but untold, much like Cyrano does. And the stage directions, poetic and with literary value in their own right in a way that reminded me of Valle Inclán and Oscar Wilde, interact with the text at times in an almost metatextual dimension that enhances that bond Cyrano has with words, giving them a sort of liminal air and strengthening that constant in the play: that words both conceal and unveil Cyrano, that in words he hides and words give him away.

But not all is good, at all. Unlike Hooker, Burgess reads to me as not entirely understanding every facet of the characters, and as if he didn't even like the play all that much, as if he had a bit of a disdainful attitude towards it, and found it too mushy. Which I can understand, but then why do you translate it? In my opinion the Burgess' translation does well bending English to transmit the different moods the French text does, and does pretty well understanding the more solemn, cool, funny, angry, poetic aspects of Cyrano, but less so his devotion, vulnerability, insecurities and his pathetism. It doesn't seem to get Roxane at all, how similar she is to Cyrano, nor why she has so many admirers. It does a very poor job at understanding Christian and his value, and writes him off as stupid imo. While I enjoyed the language aspect of the Burgess translation, I remember being quite angry at certain points reading it because of what it did to the characters and some changes he introduces. I think he did something very questionable with Le Bret and Castel-Jaloux, and I remember being incensed because of Roxane at times (for instance, she doesn't go to Arras in his version, which is a key scene to show just how much fire Roxane has, and that establishes several parallels with Cyrano, in attitude and words, but even in act since she does a bit what Cyrano later does with the nuns in the last act), and being very angry at several choices about Christian too. While not explicitly stated, I think the McAvoy production and the musical both follow this translation, because they too introduce these changes, and they make Christian as a character, and to an extent the entire play, not make sense.

For instance, once such change is that Christian is afraid that Roxane will be cultured (McAvoy's version has that infamous "shit"/"fuck" that I detest), when in the original French it's literally the opposite. He is not afraid she will be cultured, he is afraid she won't, because he does love and appreciate and admires those aspects of her, as he appreciates and admires them in Cyrano. That's key! Just as Cyrano longs to have what Christian has, Christian wants the same! That words escape him doesn't mean he doesn't understand or appreciate them. The dynamics make no sense without this aspect, and Burgess (and the productions that directly or indirectly follow him) constantly erases this core trait of Christian.

Another key moment of Christian Burgess butchers is the scene in Arras in which Christian discovers the truth. Burgess writes their discussion masterfully in form, it's both funny and poignant, but it falls short in concept: when Cyrano tells him the whole discussion about who does Roxane love and what will happen, what they'll do, is academic because they're both going to die, Christian states that dying is his role now. This destroys entirely the thing with Christian wanting Roxane to have the right to know, and the freedom to choose, or to refuse them both. As much as Cyrano proclaims his love for truth and not mincing words even in the face of authority, Cyrano is constantly drunk on lies and mirages, masks and metaphors. It's Christian who wants it all to end, the one who wants real things, the one who wants to risk his own happiness for the chance of his friend's, as well as for the woman he loves to stop living in a lie. That is a very interesting aspect of Christian, and another aspect in which he is written as both paralleling and contrasting Cyrano. It's interesting from a moral perspective and how that works with the characters, but it's also interesting from a conceptual point of view, both in text and metatextually: what they hold most dear, what they most want, what most fulfills them, what they most fear, their different approaches to life, but also metatextually another instance of that tears/blood motif and its ramifications constant through the whole text. Erasing that climatic decision and making him just simply suicidal erases those aspects of Christian and his place in the Christian/Cyrano/Roxane dynamic, all for plain superficial angst, that perhaps hits more in the moment, but holds less meaning.

Being more literal, and more solemn, Hooker's translation (or any of the others, but Hooker's seems to love the characters and understand them) doesn't make these conceptual mistakes. Now, would I not recommend reading Burgess' translation? I can't also say that. I had a lot of fun reading it, despite the occasional anger and indignation haha Would I recommend buying it? I recommend you give an eye to it first, if you're tempted and can initially only buy one.

You can read Burgess' translation entirely in archive.com. You can also find online the complete translations of Renauld, Hooker and Thomas and Guillemard. I also found a fifth one, iirc, but I can't recall it right now (I could give a look). You could read them before choosing, or read your favourite scenes and fragments in the different translations, and choose the one in which you like them better. That's often what I do.

Edit: I've checked to make sure and Roxane does appear in Arras in the translation. It's in the introduction in which it is stated that she doesn't appear in the production for which the translation was made. The conceptualisation of Roxane I criticise and that in my opinion is constant through the text does stay, though.

[btvs]

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[lesbiansanemi]

I have started to accept I am a bit more (re a lot more) psychologically unstable than I thought for a long time and man…. I’m tired of it

[13eyond13]

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[bisaster-energy]

i do get making cas essentially human i understand that he can adjust to it and actually enjoy life like that. but um. i just think he can be just as fulfilled as a full blown angel

[malkaviian]

random oc facts, of the "they have problems" flavor