#out of the nether❟ ooc ✧

[enruint]

my laptop just died on me. like?? the actual audacity?? 😭😭 i am finally free to do whatever i want and this machine has the actual nerve to say 'peace out, btch. ur on your own' 🙄 it's one thing after the other in my life rn asgshah tho ngl it was lit hanging on for dear life for a while now assjdjsjjw r.i.p. bc i am not going to revive it. that thing has lived a fulfilling life alrdy. i'll have to look for a new one asap and hopefully get it delivered this week ... that or go out to the store tomorrow. idk we'll see 😒💁🤷 i do need it soon though bc i won't survive without it. i hope y'alls sunday is going much better than mine 💖🔪

[skegulium]

hey what's up

reblog this if you're a fantroll blog and you want me to follow you (and you're 18+ i'm not following minors lol)

[nether-twins]

Vendra be like

((Oh yeah that's definitely her, alright. XD))

[morganasirennether]

((And there, she's all done! Morgana has been given an update in her design and had a few new things added to her. Wings are different now, but not by much, and she has a new... "friend" following her around. Only problem with them is that she can't see them, or is even aware of their existence. Kinda like a ghost. Some lucky few - or perhaps unlucky - have been able to see it, but they've all been too scared to tell Morgana of the creature's existence after seeing it. Something about it just feels wrong after they make eye contact with it. Like it's more than what meets the eye.))

[nobully]

i am like 90% sure i missed another @ on memeday (b/c my brain went "i will repost this after drafts" at some point) but for the life of me i cannot find it in my activity feed or my URL tags

so whoever it was that tagged me i am sorry! i'll keep looking! ahhhhh

[gamcboycolor-arc]

i'll be queuing stuff today!! hopefully. probably.

[chiumii]

perfect ~ Dom! Choso x Chubby! Insecure! Reader

Choso is one big man. He could pick you up and throw you over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing- but recently, you started to become a little distant with your boyfriend; your sex drive has gone down dramatically, you don't really let your boyfriend hug you under your arms let alone touch your stomach or thighs. Choso has always known about your insecurities regarding your weight and body figure- but he thinks that everything about you absolutely perfect in every way possible. He's absolutely crazy about you, especially your body. But recently, you don't think so.

Word count: 6000

Dom! Choso x Chubby! Insecure! Reader smut. Alternative AU. reader is a liiiiiittle bit of an ooc, whoops. Praising, sweet talk, face grabbing, heavy choking, air / wall sex (?), oral sex, breeding, manhandling, body checking, (you're all perfect no matter what, I love you ♡), choso has tattoos and piercings,,,, yummy. CHUBBY GIRLIES NEED LOVE TOO GUYS!!!

Choso and you have a love so deep for each other, that oftentimes, it feels like it was written in a story book. You guys are two halves of the same person, and one without the other was rare- uncommon. What was weird about it, is that you two are polar opposites. He prefers things a certain way, you prefer things another. Although there have been bumps in the relationship due to the differences you two face, nether of you could think of a life without the other in it. You guys were fated, that's the way things were, and will continue to be.

Choso is undeniably crazy about you. Everything you do, anything you say is perfect to him. Your mind, body, and soul were devastatingly beautiful. He would do anything you asked him to do without second thought, he even does things you don't ask him to. The first moment he laid eyes on you in his tattoo shop, he couldn't get you out of his head. He was even worked up the entire time he was tattooing you too, wandering eyes that trailed a little too far down your body for his own good. What made the experience even better was how talkative you were with him, how warm and comfortable you made the atmosphere of his tattoo studio feel. The two of you talked for hours about the most random things- he got to know you a little.

After that tattoo appointment, he wanted to know more about you. He wanted to know everything, he wanted everything. You were just so beautiful, he couldn't help himself.

and you felt the exact same way. Your eyes fixated on the tattoos that littered his arms and neck. The way his lip piercings complimented his face perfectly. His deep, raspy voice making you feel things you shouldn't about a stranger. And especially the way his fingers moved on your skin as he marks you with his art. You couldnt help yourself. Six months later, you came in for a touch up on your beautiful tattoo and things blossomed from there.

Now here you were, three blissful years later in your shared apartment. Choso was at the studio as you lay in your bed, scrolling on your phone looking through your social media. A beautiful, blonde haired, skinny girl popped up and suddenly, the salt and vinegar chips you were eating felt like glass. The girl was beautiful, you just wish you looked like her.

Getting up off the bed, you walked into the kitchen and put your chips away, grabbing a glass of water instead to wash down the glass. After finishing, you set the now empty glass on the counter and run your fingers through your hair with a sigh.

You walked into the living room, stopping in the middle of it, looking at the weights and yoga mat in the corner of the apartment.

"I really need to lose weight" you sigh again. No matter what you do, no matter what gym you go to, no matter what you eat, and no matter what workouts you try to do, you just can't seem to lose the pudge on your tummy or any weight on your thighs. Having choso help you target different areas on your body while working out has made you feel a little better- like you were trying- and you appreciate him for being so supportive, but alas, here you were.

You roll your eyes and walk into your shared bedroom. You look around the room in search of any entertainment. After a minute, your eyes fixate on the new bags of clothes that sit on your vanity. They were so cute, Choso helped you pick them. Frilly skirts, cute crop tops, a couple dresses, short skirts, and so much more. You smile and walk over to the bags, beginning to go through them.

You pull out a baby pink, spaghetti strapped top that has the cutest design ever. You're about to try it on before your insecurities cloud your mind once more.

my arms are too big for this..

You inhale deeply and clench your jaw, setting the article of clothing back in its bag before pulling out another. A white, short lace ruffle skirt. you remember choso picking it out for you.

"This would compliment your legs so well baby, put it in the pile, I'll buy it"

You smile at the recent memory, you go to slide your underwear down your legs, as you're only wearing one of choso's baggy shirts and panties, but before you can do that, another insecurity pops up, making you huff in frustration.

the stretch marks on my thighs are gonna ruin how pretty the skirt is.

You groan and throw the skirt back to the vanity and sit down on the edge of the bed. your thoughts now running wild. You promised yourself you wouldn't do this anymore, yet here you were, walking over to the mirror on your sliding closet doors and lifting up the shirt, observing your body. Your eyes pick apart every. single. fragment of your figure, and your mind degrades them.

My thighs are too big, my stretch marks are so deep, my stomach is too flabby, my arms are too fat

You pick yourself apart while looking in the mirror. just as you're about to degrade yourself again, you let choso's shirt go and it dangles down past your mid thigh.

You walk over to the bed and sit on the edge, your head in your hands as your eyes start to sting and you chew on the skin of your bottom lip until it bleeds.

Choso bubbles in excitement when he approaches the front door, excited to finally be home with his love. He's so happy to spend the rest of the day with you he impatiently opens the door and closes it behind him.

"Y/n, babydoll i'm home!" his voice echos off the walls of the apartment before its silent once more. Silent apart from the little sniffles coming from your bedroom. His smiling face falters at the sound, setting his phone, wallet, and keys down on the couch before pushing the door to the room open.

He sees you, sitting in the middle of the bed with your knees in your face and your hair a mess. His heart breaks a little at the sight. You hear the door open and instantly look up with tears running down your plump cheeks and a pout on your lips. Choso's emotions match yours, but his are a little more angry.

Its not anger directed at you, he could never be angry with his little princess, he's angry with whatever has upset you, and he's going to find the root of whatever it is, and terminate that. Even if it's a person, he doesn't give a fuck.

You instantly wipe your tears and give him a fake smile, trying to pretend you were okay. He frowns at you and walks over to the bed in front of you.

"I didn't hear you come in, how was your day cho?" you smile at him again. He can tell it's fake because your eyes scrunch up whenever your smile is genuine. He crosses his toned arms over his broad chest and looks down at you. Your smile falters just a hair as you stare back at him.

"mine was fine, how was yours." He says, his voice full of questions.

"mine was okay, I took a nap earlier" you replied, not looking away from him. He raises an eyebrow at your clear lie and tilts his head to the side.

"enough. what's wrong y/n." he demands an answer. your eyes widen as you take a sharp inhale and look around the room, anywhere but choso. you sit criss cross in the middle of the bed and your arms move slowly to hug yourself, your eyes stinging again. Choso looks around the room to find anything that could have upset you, and his eyes land on the bags of clothes that were obviously rummaged through and he puts two and two together, his attitude changing instantly as he turns to face you.

"oh honey" is all he says and your crying all over again. you bring your hands to your face and cover your eyes, crying into your palms as your loving boyfriend shuffles onto the bed to sit behind you, wrapping you in his arms and bringing you closer. You shuffle away from him uncomfortably as his arms are wrapped around your tummy.

Choso sighs at your actions and forces you to sit on his lap, your back flush against his chest. he brings his head to rest on your shoulders and gives you feather light kisses on your neck and cheeks. You guys sit like that for a while, you crying as he holds you through your breakdown.

"I just- feel like- im too heavy for you- im so big-" you hiccup out a sob before continuing

"im so ugly- my body is ugly and- and my stretch marks are so unflat- unflattering-" another hiccuped sob escapes your throat

"you're so- handsome and so strong- there are so many- other girls- skinnier and prettier girls- you could be with anybody you want and- and you chose me" you're cries got quieter as you bring your soaked hands away from your face, rubbing on choso's shirt your wearing.

Choso shakes his head in disbelief and forces your body to face him. He moves a strand of hair out of your face and cups your cheek, forcing your face to his, but your eyes avoid contact with his.

"look at me baby" his words soft and gentle. You shake your head and close your eyes, disobeying him.

"I said look at me, y/n." Choso's stern voice came back. He only does that whenever he absolutely needs you to listen to him, or when you're having sex. Right now, he needs you to hear his words. Your eyes fly open at his tone of voice, knowing he's serious. you look into his eyes that are filled with unlimited amounts of love, you could get lost in them.

"you listen to me baby, understand?" his stern voice never faltering and it makes a chill run down your spine as you nod your head. He smiles at you softly and looks at the entirety of your face.

"good girl" his tone softens and it makes you feel more at ease. he looks deeply into your eyes as he continues.

"you are so unbelievably beautiful, you just don't see yourself that way. everything about you is perfect. your face," he kisses your cheeks and eyelids, making a small giggle bubble up out of your throat and it makes choso smile hearing your soft laugh.

"your mind" he kisses your forehead.

"and even your body." he looks you up and down, drinking in the sight of you in his shirt. You shift uncomfortably under his gaze and he takes notice of your action, trailing his hands up your thighs and around your waist, and to your surprise, you let him do so. He lifts you up and forces you to sit on his lap facing him.

"you are so perfect, I wish I could give you my eyes so you could see just how perfect you truly are" his breath fans your face as you look up to the freakishly big man, your hands dangle at your sides. he cups your cheeks with both of his hands, caressing the warm skin with his thumbs.

"you are not, and you never will be too big for me. I don't care what size you are, big or small, you will always be my babydoll." he kisses your forehead, your nose, and then your lips before pulling away from you.

"I don't want any of those other girls, you are the only one for me, and you're the only girl I need. you are so much more than them, everything about you is. I love you for you, your body is just a plus, and I love it." you smile at him softly, dragging your hands up and down his strong arms, feeling his muscles under your fingertips. you stare into his loving eyes, but they falter once more when a thought comes into your mind. Choso moves one of his hands down to cup the back of your neck, rubbing it, and the other settles itself on your thigh, caressing the tender skin.

"cho,, i dont.. i dont deserve you.." choso shakes his head, moving his arms down to push you further into his body, your chest almost flushed against his.

"you, my precious girl, are perfect for me. I don't want it any other way." you sniffle at his words, wrapping your arms around his neck and burry your face into his chest, getting as close to him as possible. choso wraps his arms around your frame, one hand cupping the back of your head and stroking your hair, the other rubbing small circles on your back.

"shh, its okay baby, you're okay. my pretty girl, my beautiful love, my sweet baby" his words of reassurance bring you comfort, calming you down. he brings his head to the crook of your neck, littering your skin in soft kisses. your hold on him falters as you pull away, he repeats your actions and leans back ever so slightly to look at you.

"I love you." his breath fans your face, you look into him, stare into him really. your face turns the slightest shade of pink at his words.

"im serious, y/n. I love you, with my entire existence I love you." he cups your head once more, and you can't help it. you lean in just a hair and kiss him, deeply. you kiss him so intentently, trying to show him how much you love him. he hums into your mouth, moving his hands down to your waist, and for the first time in what seems like months, you don't flinch away from his touch, nor do you feel like you're too much. his huge hands swallow your figure. no matter how big you think you are, he will always be able to make you feel so small and loved. he adjusts you even closer onto him, your bodies now pressed against one another.

his hands wonder your body, rubbing your back, waist, and thighs. he loves touching you, its his favorite thing to do. he wants to explore every crevice of your body as if its his first time. you always make him feel like he's floating on a cloud, a drunk, happy cloud. your arms around his neck push him closer into you, arching your back as if that would help you dissolve into his body in order to become one person, your tongue licks the bottom of his lip and he opens his mouth, teeth and tounges colliding in a sloppy kiss. choso pulls his head away a couple centimeters from yours and looks at you. he observes your pink cheeks and full lips, biting the inside of his cheek before he speaks.

"let me show you how much I love you y/n, let me show you how beautiful you are" he leans his forehead on yours in the middle of his plea, closing his eyes as he breathes in, slowly losing his restraint. you're already driving him crazy and all the two of you did was kiss.

"will you let me show you how crazy you make me?" you nod your head and within a fraction of a second, choso is pressing your body against his as he flips you over onto your back, hovering over you. one of his hands caressing your thighs as you pull him into kiss you, paying no mind the cold jewelry pierced into his lip. the other holds himself up above your frame, resting above your head. this kiss is far more passionate, your hands tangle in his dark hair as he spreads your legs with his hand, grinding his clothed dick against your needy center. you whine into his mouth at the contact and he takes the opportunity to sneakily push his tongue into your mouth, exploring.

his grinding is slow and sensual, making you needy and wet. he bites your bottom lip softly before detaching himself, hovering over to look at you. he stands up off the bed and takes his shirt off, throwing it on your vanity. his black shirt oddly complimenting your pink skin care and eyeshadow pallets. he grabs your ankles and pulls you to the edge of the bed so your legs dangle off the sides. you squeal at his actions followed by a giggle. he smiles down at you as the sound of your laughter bubble out of your throat, echoing inside the chambers of his skill.

his tattoo's are on full display, and your mouth waters. he's so attractive, especially with the way he looks at you. sinful, yet so loving. he's admiring you as if you were his most prized possession, and to him you were. his hands find their way to the hem of his shirt you're wearing, and he slowly starts undressing you.

"I love it when you wear my clothes, but I love taking them off of you even more." he says looking directly into your eyes, his hands brush your sides so lightly, it makes you shriek, laughing as he pauses in confusion.

"that tickled !" if smiles could kill, he'd be a dead man. you look so precious when you're bubbly and happy. he wants nothing more than to make you smile like that every second of every day for the rest of his life. and he plans to.

Choso doesn't move, he just stares at you. a smile plastered on his lips matching yours. he looks all up and down your body, admiring all your curves. the tiger stripe-like stretch marks make his mouth water. the pudge of your tummy perfect in his eyes- but he wouldn't mention it to you because he knows how much you dislike that part of you- even though he finds it sexy. the way there is so much more of you to love.

"I love you"

this time, you can feel just how deep those words are, a pout on your lips and you feel like crying all over again. not because of your insecurities, those are pushed to the back of your mind. but because the man before you single handedly just made you feel so loved and complete in a way you've never felt before.

"I love you"

he takes in a couple more seconds of your innocent, loving look before he shakes his head with a low chuckle, continuing to lift the shirt off of you completely, throwing it in the same direction he did his own shirt.

now, you sit on the bed completely naked apart from the lacy purple panties, causing choso to suck in a breath at the sight.

his favorite color

He smiles to himself, walking up to you, standing in in-between your legs.

He looks down at you, grabbing your jaw in his hands and making you look up at him. he tounges one of his lip piercings before speaking

"you're so unbelievably gorgeous, baby. such pretty girl." he leans down, his grip on your face held in place as he whispers

"too bad i'm about to ruin you, hm?" you shiver as he stands back up, a shit eating grin on his face as you clamp your thighs together. he leans back down, his hands on either side of your body as his lips find yours in a slow, deep kiss. you sigh into him once you feel one his hands on your inner thigh, tracing its way upwards to your core. His lips detach from yours with a wet 'pop'

"spread your legs for me sweetheart" you happily oblige, spreading your thighs apart enough for his hand to make contact with your clothed pussy. he runs his long fingers down the slit of your cunt, feeling how needy you already are.

"so wet already? all for me?" he taunts, and you can feel the smirk on his face through the tone of his voice, not even needing to look at him. you whimper at his words, moving your hands to his back, holding onto him. his fingers pinpoint your clit, drawing slow circles on the bundle of nerves, making yet another deep whimper escape your mouth. his forehead is now pressed against yours, watching the moans spill from your lips as your eyes close. he pushes your underwear to the side, the pads of his fingers now massaging your bare clit.

he's slow and concentrated, making sure you feel the pleasure he brings you throughout your entire body. one particular swipe over your clit has you closing your thighs around his hand, and he doesn't like that very much.

his hand disappears and you fling your eyes open, only to see choso slowly get down on his knees in front of you. he takes his hands and places them on your knees, forcing your thighs far apart.

"if you can't keep your legs spread apart for me, looks like 'm gonna have to keep them open myself" his hands reach for your panties, pulling them down your knees and past your ankles, discarding them across the room. his hands reposition themselves back onto your knees, keeping them spread apart, barring your pussy, open and right in front of his face.

He hums at the sight, drinking in the view of your wet clit and slightly throbbing hole. he stands up, and slowly pushes you down onto your back, laying down. he mimics your actions, coming down and hovering over you, holding himself up on one of his arms, the other tracing small patterns on the inside of your thigh. he kisses your lips deeply, you hum into his mouth, your hands coming to wrap around his neck holding him closer. his lips detach from yours and he starts kissing your neck, leaving the prettiest shade of his favorite color all over your skin. his kisses trail down your collarbones, teeth scraping against your skin as tiny moans and whines drip from your lips.

choso makes his way down to your breasts, looking at your perky nipple and oh how he could spend hours upon hours sucking, biting and playing with your breasts, but now isn't the time, so he decides to kiss it once, then twice before kissing it softly, the cool metal of his lip rings pressing into your flesh. he wraps his lips around your sensitive bud and sucking directly after, pulling yet another string of moans out of your throat. he chuckles into your boob, his free hand coming to fondle with the other, picking and pulling your nipple.

"oh my god- c-cho" you whine, your hands coming up to his spikes hair and tugging on his pony tails. his sucking gets more aggressive as does his hand, but you can't help yourself from moaning into him, arching your back. after a minute of assaulting your boobs, he sits up slightly, your nipple still being bit, and it draws a small hiss of pain out of you before he detaches himself.

he chuckles at your reaction, kissing your skin once more down your sternum and to your stomach and abdomen. he kisses the plump flesh, resting his head on your tummy and looking up at you, admiring you and your body.

"you're so beautiful" he says, making a dark pink plush rise to color your cheeks you smile down at him, not needing any words in that moment.

choso proceeds with his kisses down your stomach, finishing off with a kiss directly above your clit, face to face with your heat, his breath fanning your pussy as he speaks.

"god, everything about you really is perfect, look at your pussy baby" he says, bragging to himself, thoughts of how lucky he is to have such a breathtaking woman. before you had the chance to look, the feeling his warm tongue on your clit has you yelping in surprise. he looks up at you, your face contorting into one of pleasure.

Choso licks a couple stripes up your slit before focusing on your clit, sucking harshly enough for another yelp to bounce off the walls. his teeth bite down. a sharp, pleasurable sensation that sends vibrations throughout your entire body. you lay on your back, but choso doesn't take his eyes off of you.

his mouth does wonders on your throbbing clit, his tongue fast and relentless as he eats you out. your juices drip down his chin, but he doesn't care. as a matter of fact, he can't get enough. so he wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls your pussy even farther into his face, drowning himself in your pussy. you gasp at the sudden movement, but moans of pleasure follow directly after. you sit up on your forearms as you watch your boyfriend completely devour you.

you feel the coil in your stomach approaching quickly, a knot about to snap. your legs shake in his hold and your whines grow louder. Choso's sinister laugh is swallowed by your pussy, but you were still able to hear it.

his sucking becomes harsher as you approach your fast growing orgasm. you throw your head back in ecstasy and there are tears in your eyes. its been such a long time since he's eaten you out so you're much more sensitive than normal, and he can tell.

"ch-cho-so please, need- plea, need to-"

"cum for me pretty, you can do it sweet girl" he interrupts your please of release and not even a second later, your creaming all over his face, painting his nose and chin in your fluids.

"so good for me hmm" he says into your clit as the motions on your clit come to a slow hault, making sure you come down from your orgasm at a smooth pace. your body is limp, but he's nowhere close to being done with you.

his mouth leaves your heat and he gently puts your legs down as you sit up on your forearms weakly. you see him undoing his belt buckle and his pants hitting the floor, his boxers following. his dick is hard as it slaps against his abdomen. you remember how tall and muscular he is, so his dick was to be big too, you just dont remember very well its been so long. his arms move towards your body, and you feel him lift your hips up and grab your ass. you sit up fully so you're facing him completely.

"hold onto me sweetheart" he says and you wrap your arms around his neck as he lifts you into the air, your legs wrapping around his waist; picking you up into the air as if you were as light as a feather. you feel his dick prodding at your entrance as he carries you over to the sliding mirror of your closet.

choso throws you into the air slightly so your legs fall from his waist with a yelp dripping from your lips. He catches you and spins your body around so the both of you are looking at your reflections. one of his arms wraps around your body under your arm, his hand coming to your throat, wrapping his fingers around your neck, a couple landing on the base of your jaw as he forces you to look into the mirror at the two of you. his other hand sneakily pushes your hips back against his front, your ass pressed against his dick as he grinds into you from behind.

"look at yourself baby, such a pretty thing you are, my angel, I can't believe how lucky I am." he kisses the back of your head. looking at yourself, you see how well the both of you fit together, how small you look when you're next to him. you actually feel pretty for once.

"god, its like you were made for me. you look so pretty like this baby. my beautiful darling" he speaks into your ear. you whine, needing him, throbbing for him.

"choso please, I need- please" you beg him and he smiles, looking up through his stray hairs in his face, making eye contact with you through the mirror

"please what, angel?" he asks, teasing you. it feels like you're going to explode with need, you can't take it any longer.

"please fuck me, please I need you, I want you please-" he cuts you off by hooking his arm under your knee, lifting your feet off the ground, your legs now dangling in the air. His other hand still wrapped around your throat. Even though what he's doing is dangerous, and you've never done something like this before, he's gentle with you. Your air supply is cut off slightly as he lifts you into the air, your back pressed against his chest so you're not completely hanging.

Choso walks forward, pressing your breasts and chest into the mirror. his hand that's hooked under your dangling leg presses against the mirror, making sure he has a good grip against the glass to make sure you don't slip from his hold. his chest still pressing up against your back, using his body as leverage to hold you up in the air.

"cho-so wait-" your worried tone reaches his ears and he kisses your cheek

"its okay pretty, I got you, I wont let you fall I promise" he reassures you, and his words ease your mind. this position is new- and scary- to you, but you trust your lover, so you let him continue. with the arm that choso has his arm wrapped under yours and gripping your throat, you move your hand to rest on his forearm, your other coming to press against the mirror for a reassuring grip.

You feel his dick at your entrance, the position lining you up perfectly. choso slowly sinks you down as he thrusts up into you, bottoming out inside you completely. choso's whine mixed with a low groan fills your ears as you whimper into the mirror, arching your back.

"oh god, you're so tight 'nd warm, fuck you drive me insane" you hiss loudly at the familiar stretch, but your pain is quickly overridden by pleasure as he continues thrusting inside of you from behind, bouncing your body up against the mirror, your boobs still jiggling and nipples hard against the glass.

Your moans grow louder as the position he's fucking you in helps him reach deeper angles inside of you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again. your dangling legs start shaking, your bodies beginning to sweat against each other as choso moans and groans into your ear, his breath hitting your skin. your fingernails did into the skin of his tattooed arm and you lean your head back into his chest, looking up at his face. Moans and whimpers drip off the both of your lips, the sweetest tune coming together in harmony.

"f-fuck ch-cho pl-please to- much ag-" your hiccuped moans cause him to chuckle into your ear, a deep, sinister sound that makes you squeeze around his cock.

"you're takin' me so well, f-fuck baby, 'm gonna fill you so full, fuck my pretty angel so full of my cum, bet you'd like that yeah?" he speaks directly into your ear, your pussy fluttering around his dick, squeezing and unsqueezing him so tightly, he could come at any second- but he holds back. your guys' mixed juices spill onto the floor below you, dripping down your leg and coating his balls and abdomen. the only sound in the room is skin slapping and moans, disgusting and needy moans.

His thrusts inside you are relentless, his cock driving up into you, his tip brushing up against your sweetest spot repeatedly, causing you to draw out the sweetest of sound that are choso's most favorite song. your legs are thrashing now, his grip on your throat tightening.

"'m so- clo-se ch-o please I can't, please let me cum- please!' your broken begs for release go ungranted to choso.

"hold it." his command stern as he pulls away from the mirror, you still in his hold as curses under his breath. He walks over to the bed, throwing you onto it with ease. He crawls around you, perching himself behind you as spins you onto your knees- ass up. He gently grabs your hips with one hand, the other grabbing a fistful of your hair, making you look into the mirror, right at your guys' reflection.

"this-" he thrusts his hard dick back inside your tight cunt "is my most favorite place in the world." without letting you go, he leans down and kisses your cheek, your mouth slack open in a beautiful "oh" shape and your eyes roll back into your skull.

his thrusts pick up the pace, his hips snapping against the flesh of your ass turning it red. the hand on your hips sneaks down and around you to rub your clit. a small yelp bouncing off the walls, your hands gripping the sheets below you.

"oh fuck, oh my god, I love you, I love you so much" choso's praisely perfect whines sends electric shocks straight to your clit as it pulsates into his fingers.

"you were made for me angel, so perfect, prettiest girl ive ever laid my eyes on- shit" he's looking at your face in the mirror, and if he could, he would tattoo that shit onto him- and he's actually considering it, because you look like the most beautifully disgusting painting he's ever created, fucking you as if it was the last time.

you were such a beautiful mess, all for him, created for him. he really was crazy about you. especially when he was making you and your pussy scream in pleasure- and that's exactly what he's doing.

"you're so pretty darling, drivin' me so crazy" you can't help but mewl at his words, feeling like you were on the edge of explosion. He can tell by the look on your face and the way your pussy begins to milk his cock. his grip tightens in your hair and leans down, biting your earlobe

"look at me sweetheart, look at me when I stuff you full of my cum and breed you like the pretty little whore you are"

your eyes fly open, looking directly into his. he sits up, lets go of your hair, and both of his hands come to grip the skin of your hips, his ruthless thrusts snapping against your ass are forceful as your moans turn into the most beautiful screams.

"takin' my cock so well, gon' take my cum next, how does that sound pretty?"

with one final thrust, you cream all over his cock with a moan, squeezing and fluttering all around him as he shoots white hot ropes of him cum deep inside you, throwing his head back with a loud groan. he pushes his hips farther into you, making sure you take all of him.

your cum leaks down your thighs as well as his, your legs shaking. if it weren't for the tight grip on your hips, you would have collapsed onto the bed by now.

He loosens his grip on you, gently pulling his softening dick out of your pussy. he puts you down on the bed softly and flips you over on your back and crawls on top of you, one of his hands coming to flatten your hair down and massage your sweaty face.

He cups your cheek and kisses your lips tenderly, then your cheeks, forehead, eyelids, and then your nose. his eyes gaze into yours with admiration and love, and you can't help but reciprocate.

"I really do wish you could see yourself the way I do, sweetheart. beautiful-" he kisses your nose again

"kind-" your forehead

"and perfect" he kisses your lips, his thumb caressing your cheek.

"I love you, choso"

"I love you, angel"

[clovdgyu]

#zayne x m!reader #fluff, angst #zayne, my favorite doctor <3 hello, anon. i hope you don't mind me putting in a little bit of angst, ooc zayne (?)

#zayne is dense as fuck, childhood friends trope, zayne being a jerk (a bit), reader being an overthinker, p.s. i hope you like this anon <3

#falling in love with your childhood best friend wasn't something you even expected would happen.

the door to your house creaked open, making you look back as you watched your best friend since you were a child enter the premises with a forlorn look. you pursed your lips, worried and concerned, before standing up from the sofa and met with him, engulfing him in a tight hug. "what's wrong, zayne?"

the black-haired male sighed as you led him towards the sofa and sat him down while you knelt down in front of him, hands on his knees. this was the first time he looked so upset, so vulnerable as tears dripped down from his eyes. "she cheated on me," zayne answered before he covered his face with his palms.

"she what?! how can anyone ever cheat on you?" you shouted, cursing his, now, ex-girlfriend inside your head. how can she even have the nerve to cheat on you best friend after he treated her so right? zayne was handsome, kind, a gentleman, and he literally had everything (his nether region being a plus point).

you nibbled on your bottom lip before holding onto his wrists and removed it from his face. "i'm such a loser," he said which you answered with a shake of your head, smiling a little bit to comfort him before you got up and sat beside him.

you cleared your throat. "they probably would regret it. i mean, you're practically the best living man on earth! seriously though, why are you always ending up in toxic relationships? first, it was a man who was only using you for money, then a girl who only saw you as a fuck buddy, next was someone who had a boyfriend, and then--"

"i get it, i get it. you don't have to keep reminding me of my past relationships, you're just making me feel worse," he stated, punching your shoulder lightly before you let out a chuckle then looked at him. "i guess love just isn't for me. i wish someone would just love me for who i am."

i'm here. you thought. in all honesty, it was so hard for you to keep your feelings from him when he was always so clingy and so physical when it comes to showing you affection. zayne has been your best friend since nursery, he was always there for you and played with you when no one wanted to.

at first, you thought maybe it was just for that day, but it went on, until you two eventually got close. how did you even fall in love with zayne? you didn't know when but maybe it was when your heart started fluttering with every action he did for you. this is the cons of having 'acts of service' as your love language.

you sighed "zayne, i know i've said this to you a gazillion time, but anyone would be so lucky to have you. they're just too stupid to notice that," you stated, smiling bitterly as you patted his back. i mean, i'm here. you thought as you continued to pat his back.

"what do you mean you're here?"

as doon as zayne said that, the whole place wemt silent as you looked up at him, eyes wide in shock. did you say that out loud? damn, you were sure silence was never quite this loud, it was so deafening.

the black-haired male looked at you and raised a brow in confusion. "m/n? what did you mean by that?" he asked again, but you just sat there silent, not knowing what excuse to tell him.

you gulped. "well, i-i...i mean that i'm always here for you whenever you feel down, zayne. when you feel upset over your breakups, know that i'll always be here for you," you reasoned out, zayne seem to be taking it as he nods and looks away.

"i'm very grateful, m/n. you always pick me up when i'm down, but i don't really know what to do now. it's always been breakup after breakups for me," he stated, sighing as slumped down on the sofa. "maybe i should just focus on being a doctor."

as zayne continued to rant, you just listened to uim attentively, not talking too much since you didn't trust your mouth to say the right words for the other male who was literally pouring his heart out to his "best friend".

the next day, you and zayne went to school together. like the usual days to your university, zayne always drives you two to school, all because he doesn't trust buses (but mainly because he wants you by his side). and upon arriving at your university, he would always open the door for you. almost like a couple.

ah, right. you thought, reminding you of the few instances where people have asked you if you two were going out. well, you wished you two were, but you always answered with a polite 'no'. "y'know, zayne. if you keep doing this, students here at uni would think you and i are a couple," you said, ending it with a chuckle as you looked at zayne with a smile.

the other male just scoffed before he slowed down, slowing down as he turned towards a corner. "let them think what they want to think. it doesn't matter to me, you're just my best friend," he stated, smiling at you before looking back at the road.

somehow, his words managed to shatter your mood, the smile on your face gradually disappearing before you looked away and down at your fingers. what did you even expect? your best friend would never hit on you, he would never like you the same way you liked him. "haha, yeah. sure" you answered before an uncomfortable silence enveloped you two, at least to you but you didn't know about zayne. "not like i failed to notice, zayne, but you've been smiling since earlier. and you're literally dressed to impressz what's the occasion?"

the mentioned male let out a small laugh before he grabbed his phone, passed it to you and mumbled a small 'unlock it'. you did as he was told, and the first thing you noticed was a notification from his classmate. you were puzzled. what were you looking at? "read it for me, buddy."

having no choice but to comply, you cleared your throat and clicked the notification. "do you and m/n want to go to a mixer..." you trailed off, staring at the message as of it was some kind of curse.

"well, i guess it's time for us to mingle. sure, my last breakup was a mess, but something in me is telling me that this is finally the day," he stated, a small grin on his lips, already imaging the events for later. finally arriving at the entrance of your university, he slowed down, finding a good spot to park his car.

you let out an awkward chuckle. "i-i don't think i can make it though. i've got a few more works i have to finish, so i have to refuse the offer," you stated, zayne humming disapprovingly before he finally parked the car.

he looked at you and furrowed his brows. "i don't mean to force you or anything, m/n, but maybe this could also be the day for you. besides, haven't you been single your whole life? maybe this could finally be your chance of getting that partner you—"

"you don't get it, zayne."

why do you have to be so fucking dense? you thought to yourself before looking at zayne, brows furrowed and lips turned into a small frown before you looked away and sighed. "nevermind, i'm not going to that mixer. you go do whatever you want."

"what..? m/n, are you mad at me? alright, fine. i won't force you, i'll just tell him. but if it ever crosses your mind, the offer still stands. you can come anytime you want," he answered you, yet you still didn't dare to look at him. but why were you even upset? even when you had no reason to be upset about. what am i even doing?

was it because you were next to him but all he's talking about is going to that mixer? "thank you, zayne. i'm not mad at you, those kind of things just isn't my forte. i hope you understand," you reasoned out, finally looking at him with a forced smile.

the other male just nodded and exited the car, opening the door for you then watched as you walked out. "you don't have to open the door for me. i can do it on my own," you joked, zayne just chuckling before closing the door and locked the car.

"but you're my best friend. i'd do anything for you, even if it means serving you," he answered, laughing soon after as if what he sad didn't have some kind of effect on you. "anyway, it's best if we go now or we'll be late for our classes."

the walk towards your first class of the day was silent, but not until zayne started to hum the lullaby you used to sing for him whenever he cowered in fear everytime it rains.

it was back when you were in elementary, but the other male conquered his fear upon reaching high school (or so you thought). you chuckled, looking up at him. "you still remember that? i kind of forgot that exists though."

"it's really catchy. come to think of it, i've never heard you sing since that time back in middle school," he pointed out which made you purse your lips before you shrugged and looked away. "i hope it's nothing serious though."

you shook your head. "no, it's not that. i just grew out of it, i guess. besides, my major doesn't really require singing so having to quit singing was inevitable for me," you said, smiling as you both turned right.

zayne furrowed his eyebrows, tilting his head in confusion. "but i like hearing your voice," he stated, smiling down at you before he patted your shoulder. "it always calmed me down when i was younger, and you may not know this but the reason i was able to conquer my fear, fairly, was because i always hummed your lullaby."

now this made you look at him with a surprised look, mouth slightly open before he ruffled your hair and offered you a short smile. "i guess i have to thank you for that. this is me speaking as your soulmate and best friend, that even if your major doesn't require you to sing, doesn't mean you have to quit completely. i really want to hear you singing again."

a smile unknowingly appeared on your lips at his statement, him finally separating from you with a wave goodbye. and like a dumbstruck idiot, you stood there in place. so smitten, so putty, so— "careful, m/n. you're gonna burn holes into his back if you keep staring at him like you're undressing him with your eyes."

the sudden voice cut you out of your trance as you looked at the person. "thomas? aren't you supposed to be with rafayel?" you asked the taller male who only grinned as he handed you the book you unconsciously dropped from staring at zayne's figure.

"that man's busy right now and, quote on quote, 'interruption will result in your death'. i don't know if he was serious, but who knows what he's capable of, right? so i just went and left," thomas answered you, adjusting the cardigan he was wearing.

he walked you to your first class (since you shared the same elective) and you entered the room that was unusually...quiet. it was always so rowdy and loud every morning but today was different. "huh, did i wake up in the wrong side of the universe?"

thomas agreed, nodding. "you could say that again. is there something going on?" he asked rhetorically before you two sat down on empty seats, just a few tables behind. "i would've mnown if it was a test. unless it's a pop quiz?"

you answered him with a shrug then looked back at the students who were with you. curiosity getting the best of you, you tapped on your classmate's shoulder and asked him. "if you don't mind me asking, is there something...or maybe something happened? why's everyone so well-mannered?"

"that's cause we're getting ready to greet someone a happy birthday. you should join too," he stated, giving you a warm smile before looking back at his book.

and just a little while, party poppers went off, surprising the classmate (the birthday girl) who was now standing in front of eveyone. everyone greeted her a happy birthday, and the cake was served. but what you didn't know was there was someone else who was coming along.

you heard a few 'he's here's and 'wow's emitting from your classmates' mouths. were you all expecting someone? you all waited as the door opened, lips curled into a smile in anticipation. and just like a few minutes ago, the smile etched on your face disappeared.

ah, so this is why he was cladded in those fancy clothings. you thought as you watched your best friend slash crush enter the room with a bouquet in hand, singing her the lullaby that you always sung for zayne.

you clenched your fists in anger...but then it hits you. as if a boulder has made its way from the top of the cliff then back down at you. i have no right to be this upset. i mean sure, i used to sing him this song—

"this song is a special song from me to you."

what? hearing that, you stood up from your chair, grabbed your things and looked at zayne once before leaving the room, thomas following behind. "special? i said that to him when i sung it to him. damn this," you mumbled, but enough for the other male to hear.

thomas scratched his nape before he sighed and stopped you, standing in front of you with furrowed brows. "look, m/n. i'm not one to interfere, but it's honestly obvious how much you love zayne. and i know for sure you don't see him as just a childhood best friend."

you looked up at him and shook your head. "i cant do that, thomas. he's my best friend. what do you think would people think? or much more, what would he think if the one who was constantly around him was harboring feelings for him? i just can't tell zayne that i love him. i can never do that."

upon hearing that familiar voice, you felt as if all the blood in your body was drained out of you. you didn't even want to look back, afraid you'd see the disgusted look on his face. "m/n, what did you say?" zayne repeated as he neared you, taking careful steps before he stopped just behind you. "what did you mean by that?"

"you what?"

thomas, who thought you two needed time to talk, patted your back and left, leaving you two alone in the hallway. but what you needed right now was to run, not to be alone with the person you've been hiding your feelings from, the very person you call your best friend. zayne's brows were furrowed, looking at you as if he was confused.

"zayne," you stuttered, gulping your saliva due to the nervousness before looking straight into his eyes. "the thing is, i like you. not just as a friend, but something more. i have romantic feelings for you, and i constanly held myself back because i..." you trailed off, stopping.

the way he looked at you. it was as if he was disgusted, as if he was mad and disappointed. unconsciously, tears began to travel down your eyes at the realization that what you were fearing the most has now happened. "you like me? m/n, you're like a brother to me."

you just looked at him, trembling in fear of what he was gonna say next. it was nerve-wracking, it was killing you inside and eating you up that it made your heart beat so fast, as if it was gonna jump out of your chest. "i'm sorry, zayne."

the words that escaped your lips made zayne scoff before he neared you, looking down at you. "i could never ever date you, m/n. not ever—

"m/n!"

zayne's voice cut you out of the trance you were in. wait, what's happening? "aren't you gonna answer me, m/n?" he asked you again, a small smile on his lips as he neared you. "mind repeating what you just said?" you looked at thimas then back at zayne. what just happened was all in your head.

"no, i..." you looked down, playing with your fingers before deciding that this was now or never. if this confession, turns wrong, you were ready to face the consequences. you just can't betray zayne like this by hiding your feelings from him. "zayne, the truth is...i like you more than just a friend."

zayne sighed before he looked at thomas who understood the signal and left, patting your shoulder. then, zayne went closer to you and engulfed you in a warm embrace, smiling. not quite expecting this, tears rolled down your eyes as you placed your head down on his shoulder. the other male chuckled, "what took you so long to tell me?"

"you knew? must have been a pain having to be with a person who was hiding his feelings from you. why didn't you tell me?" you asked the other male who just caressed your hair and pulled back, holding onto your shoulders.

he smiled. "i wanted you to tell me yourself. i didn't want to go expecting that the person i liked also liked me back," he stated, making your eyes widen in shock. "would you believe me when i tell you that the real reason my past partners broke up with me was because i talked about you a lot? my first girlfriend told me that, but i didn't want to admit that so i tried to forget my feelings for you. it didn't work though, when they all broke up with me for all the same reason."

you shook your head before hugging him again. "then you should've told me you liked me too when you knew i had feelings for you. you didn't have to go through those breakups," you told him, hugging him tightly as if he was gonna run away.

"i was planning to, but you ran away from the classroom the moment i entered, singing the lullaby you always sung for me," he told you, surprising you yet again as he hugged you back. "i wanted it to be somewhat unexpected...but i didn't think you'd misunderstand. you thought i was singing for the birthday girl, were you?"

you nodded into his chest then looked up at him. "are you still going to that mixer, though?"

zayne answered you with a shake of his head and chuckled. "that mixer was only to try and get you jealous, so you could finally confess. i was provoking you about it earlier, but it didn't go as planned, sorry. i knew rafayel's idea was idiotic."

you let out a stifled laugh as you thought about rafayel. "you took his advice? seriously?" you commented, zayne laughing before you two pulled back and smiled at each other. "hey, i'm not dreaming, right?"

with a sigh, zayne neared you and held your chin using his thumb and index before tilting your head slightly then kissed you. it was only for a few seconds, but it felt like a whole hour has passed the moment zayne pulled away. "did that feel like dream?"

"honestly, it did."

zayne looked at you with so much love before grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers together. "m/n, i promise to never make you cry ever, and i will give you all my heart and support you with whichever path you dare to stride. so, can i take this a sign that i can court you?"

with a nod of your head, zayne engulfed you, once more, in a tight embrace, smiling victoriously as he placed a kiss on the crown of your head. "i love you, m/n."

"i love you too, zayne. always and forever."

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Playing Minecraft with Ellie Williams

x Builder!Reader short headcanon list

Loser!Ellie makes an appearance if you squint

ꕥ HOPE YOU ENJOY! ꕥ

My rules for requests and characters I can write for

TLOU Masterlist

Ellie Williams dating playlist made by yours truly

A/n: Hi lovelies! Lia here, this post is completely self-indulgent because I was playing Minecraft earlier and thought of this. I am so obsessed with the Cherry blossom biome shit that I've literally been building with it nonstop. Little update, more Cod and Resident Evil content to be posted soon.

Disclaimers/warnings: OOC?, Unrealistic, I'm so sorry but English is not my first language so please don't come after me.

ꕥ Ellie who is definitely the one carrying the both of you during playing.

ꕥ She's the miner and you're the builder situation, she's over in the mines slaying mobs and collecting loot while you're all the way up in the quaint little survival base you built.

ꕥ Beds next to each other for sure, Ellie insists. You want your own room? Not happening, y'all are sharing one room. Dyes her bed green and effortlessly finding dyes so that you can have your favorite color as your bed.

ꕥ "Babe, look what I found!" Que to her doing the little Minecraft crouch and giving you a flower she found while exploring.

ꕥ Said flower is now proudly displayed in a pot at the kitchen area.

ꕥ Doesn't care if it's corny, you're Minecraft character will virtually kiss hers while little "mwah <3" messages pop up on the chat.

ꕥ Nerd Ellie who custom made Minecraft skins so that they both looked like you guys. (Meanwhile Jesse has a default Steve one)

ꕥ She's a completely different person when gaming with Jesse than she is gaming with you. She would literally spawn kill him just to piss him off but she'd literally hold a little fake funeral if you died (not by her hand, never by hers) and you'd respawn and see a little makeshift graveyard next to your guys' house.

ꕥ Has done speedruns before but she'd rather just chill with you. Whenever you're not around to game with her, she does little things that don't affect the build but definitely something you'll notice when you're back.

ꕥ When it's all four of you playing, you, Ellie, Dina and Jesse. It's automatic that you're always with Ellie. Jesse once accidentally killed your dog and Ellie was pissed, like "purposefully lagging his game" pissed.

ꕥ She definitely steals loot from Jesse. Poor Jesse is always the victim of the shenanigans of the sever while Dina is chilling and doing her own thing.

ꕥ Wants you on her lap whenever you're gaming, though that would be difficult if you gamed on PC so maybe keep it on mobile.

ꕥ Ellie who had to convince you to on survival with her because you always just played on creative. She promised to protect you from the scary mobs, especially creepers.

ꕥ Need materials? You got it, doesn't matter if she has to go to the end or the nether she'll go and get you what you need.

ꕥ Asks you to cook the items she hunted, joking around while with Jesse in the mines (she has lured him into lava more times than you can count) telling him she needs to go back home to her wife (you of course).

ꕥ Loser!Ellie who literally prefers gaming with you rather than anyone else, it's one of her most favorite ways to spend time with you.

ꕥ Ellie who notices how much you love the cherry blossom biome so she makes an effort to get you materials to build with. Saplings, planks, and logs. You name it, she'll get it. Even going as far as to plant it around your guys' house.

ꕥ Always leaves signs around whenever she leaves without your knowledge, she once left a sign out in your garden with "I love you - Ells <3" and you've never taken it off. It just stayed there, being part of the aesthetic of the house you made together.

ꕥ Knows random ass Minecraft facts and tells you whenever something reminds her of it. Not that you mind, you love listening to her.

ꕥ Finds mods that she thinks you'll like, if she doesn't find it she'll try to make her own mods but it's never really successful. At least she tried <3

[blueishspace]

Adventures of the Darkest Witch Shelby. (2)

For @emilynyaesmp.

She had a great idea, she had to make potions but perhaps... perhaps she could seel them in exchange of wealth! Surely her schemes would be more succesfull with monetary support! That however meant making a potion shop of some kind and to gather enough ingredients to mantain a potion shop she would also need to go to the Nether.

She understood it was the source of evil, that it was supposed to bring confort to those who dabble in the darkest arts. Yet ... She was worried, it didn't take a genius to know that in this land her magic was weaker and previous encounters showed she needed more then magic to survive. She would need gear if she wanted to conquer the hellish dimension...

She had gotten obsidian, that part wasn't hard, however her material had gathering had been rudely interrupted by a disheveled man stumbling into her swamp.

Pix: "Hello? Hi"

Shelby: "Who dares enter my swamp-"

Pix: "Oh hi there! Couldn't help but notice the amount of mangroves here, would you mind sharing some of it?"

She looked at him, was this man really walking into her swamp and demanding wood from her? She was going to enjoy punishing his insolence!

Pix: "Oh, but before that, I heard there was a witch in the area and I tought to say hi and pay my respects!"

Oh? She was suddenly intrigued, respects huh?

Pix: "I have brought a gift"

An offering... well she supposes his punishment will be delayed by a while. She can't help but be flattered, is she already so feared that the rulers will cone to here beating gifts to tame her wrath? This was easier then she tought, especially considering her initial failures. Still that man's smile does not resemble a desperate man pleading for mercy... It's weird.

Shelby: "A gift?"

Pix: "Why yes, I call this a bundle! Really helpful for storage of different items. I already put inside some different herbs and even a fungi I have found!"

She had to admit, with the trip to gather ingredients coming soon this was incredibly lucky and an extremely useful gift. It didn't take her much to decide to give the fool some of the wood, he had been useful after all. The man soon left with a happy smile, weirdo.

She finally entered the Nether, it was difficult but she had done it. The harsh heat burning her skin only encouraging her into going deeper. (Ooc: You know, like the achievement... I'll see myself out). She had even found the Nether fortress and had looted what she could, finally she felt things were starting to go right for her, soon she would be able to bring the server into true chaos and all other evil witches would be in awe. And now by building a table of enchanting she was going to be much more powerful, yes, all was going according to plan.

The pirate came back, that was the perfect opportunity to sell her cursed potions... yes, a source of money and a chance to cause discord at once.

Shelby: "I must warn you that these potions come at a price"

Joey: "Well, yes, I know how shops work."

Not what you meant.

Shelby: "No, the price might be steeper then you expect".

Joey: "Yeah, american taxes suck don't they?"

What? No! And he just- She was going to get a migraine.

Joey: "Here! Some emeralds!"

And then he just left, great.

Then soon after the pirate she was visited by a very weird man, she tried to get a few words in but his energy was just too much. She decided to just give him what he wanted and let him leave over having to deal with him ... She didn't really want to be helpful but if it meant not being assaulted by horn noises every five seconds she would take it.

Sausage: "So do you have anything I could use to... Revive dead people?"

Record scratch, he was interested in necromancy? Him? That was surprising for once.

Shelby: "Resurrection?"

Sausage: "Yeah, something to turn a walking corpse back into a person?"

Oh, turning a zombie villager back, foolish of her to have been interested. Still, making weakness wasn't too hard and the reward of him leaving was worth the price.

Shelby: "Take these, trow it on the zombies and feed them a golden apple"

Sausage: "Ohhhh! Thank you! See you soon!"

The worst offender however arrived third, a man with blue hair and colorful eyes who introduced himself while standing on her roof.

Shelby: "That's my roof"

Scott: "Oh right I'm on your house. Let me get down"

She let him of course,it would be messy if she were to miss him and hit her own roof with a spell

Scott: "I had to get on top of the trees to find my way you know?"

Shelby: "Yes, the mist too likes to confuse"

She meant it to be threatening but it came off much more like a concerned warning.

Scott: "Just not used to so little colour"

And now he was judging her design choices? At least she didn't look like a rainbow trew up on her. Still she let him keep talking, there was something off about this man... Despite the colorfulness there was also a hint of decay, the smell of rotten flesh, death followed him. If she focused enough she could almost see his blue hair shift to black for a few seconds... Interesting.

Scott: "I am in search of mystival wood to make magical gear, you don't suppose I could take some of the lumber here"

He offers her dyes, pink and purple and magenta yet all smell lightly of bones, she takes the offer... These dyes must contain something more then normal ones.

Scott: "And if you need more colour come to Chromia. Kingdom of colour. It's really a place to dye for."

Even the slogan was ominous, she wondered if that had been an accident... And with that he too was gone.

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[enruint]

i finally got to most of my owed stuff here and chucked them in the queue. i've set it to start somewhere tomorrow but those who know me know that me and the queue are not friends. prayer circle it does what it needs to do. having said that, i am not going to be much on dash for the upcoming days/next week. i am taking the time to just rest, read and do things outside of here now that my schedule has calmed down a bit. my brain needs a reset fr. rests me to say: have a lovely weekend!!

[deathbyfalldamage]

"Let's see.. I think I did it right..?"

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HELLO!

This is a new ask blog (/rp if anyone wishes) with art run by @netherportale . This is my first ever time doing something like this, and I'm not sure what I'm doing, but I'm trying something new!! This is a little after math au thing where Brian didn't die:) (because I am in so much denial)(you can NOT tell me that he died just like that man it's just not believable). I'm new (ish) to the ways of this site, so have some patience with me! Also the way Brian communicates normally is via sign (though I'm not drawing it) or tts:)

Edit- This is gonna be some headcanon heavy things for some parts :))

Edit 2- I'm real bad at picking up tone via text so if you want to use tone tags that would be greatly appreciated but not a necessity (I can pick up on sarcasm like half the time but if you want to go insulting Hoodie for the bit then just say so in () or something please)

Here's a little guide:

#hoodie art -this is any asks I reply with with art

#hoodie text -this is for any text only asks

#hoodie reblog - what it says on the tin:)

#ooc -is whatever I, Nether, wish to say on this blog out of character:)

Rules

I'm chill with a lot, but your average dni list applies

Also no NSFW asks, sex is icky gross<3

Uhh that's all, have fun and ask away! I promise he doesn't bite:) (he might)

[nether-twins]

((There we go, all better! Now it's easier to see the actual drawing of this little guy. Sorry for repost, but the lighting was so bad in the old one I had to make a new one. Anyway, have a Lullary all in colors now!))

[morganasirennether]

((Also, have this. Started working on a drawing of Morgana and I'm happy with how things are going so far.))

[sebluvsmetal]

hello everyone. i apologize for my sudden inactivity. i've been busy lately, and i can finally have some rest... ^^' rest assured, i will be responding to asks today. for the meantime, here is a recent work i have made, requested by my friend for her birthday. i hope it will be enough to make up for my temporary hiatus.

CONTENT WARNING: sex, orgasm denial, overstimulation, hair pulling, implications of rut/heat, degradation, dacryphilia, spanking, vulgar language, blood, vampires, bloodsucking, use of collars, use of handcuffs, reader has female anatomy, ruki might be a little ooc, desperate ruki, i suck at smut, DL stuff...

SWEET INDULGENCE

Pairing: Ruki Mukami x Reader Oneshot

A knock rasps at the door, and Ruki looks up from his desk to the sturdy oak.

“Enter,” he responds bluntly, dropping his pen with a sigh as he rubs his temples.

Footsteps clack on hardwood floorboards then skid to a halt in front of him.

“Ruki,” you acknowledged, putting your hands in front of yourself. “Did you call for me?”

His steely gaze shifts from the ground to your form as soon as the words leave your lips. His expression flashes to a surprised one at first, before he returns to his usual stoic face.

“Come, sit.” Ruki commands under the guise of an offer, moving his chair back as he spreads his legs and pats his thigh.

“Don’t keep me waiting, livestock,” he warns, beckoning you to reduce the distance between you both as you hesitantly walk toward him.

“I said sit.” He spat, glaring at you as he grabs your wrist and tugs you into his lap without warning. A small yelp escapes your mouth as he smirks, pulling you closer into his abnormally warm body. A bead of sweat falls from his forehead, you notice, before wiping it off with the sleeve of your sweater as he subconsciously leans into your touch.

“Ruki… Are you sick?” You ask, concerned. His hand travels down to your thigh, dangerously close to your nether region.

“What makes you think so, pet? I’m doing… just fine,” he reassures you, caressing the flesh with his thumb, although his tone seemed as if he even questioned himself.

“You’re… Too warm for a vampire.” You observe, pushing his hair out the way to reveal even more sweat glistening on his pale skin. “And you’re sweating,” you add, shifting in your position on his lap as Ruki groans at the movement. You feel something poke at your inner thigh, realization dawning upon you as you put a hand on his shoulder empathetically.

“I’m so sorry, I’ll go–”

“No. Stay.” Ruki interrupts, his tone firm and yet somewhat pleading. His eyes glimmer in desperation for a split second, before he returns to his cold gaze. “How dare you even attempt to leave without my permission,” he tuts, narrowing his eyes. “You deserve a punishment.” He bares his fangs, the pearly whites gleaming in the moonlight intimidatingly.

Before you could even mutter a response, Ruki teleports you both onto his bed, pinning you down onto the soft mattress. He outstretches his arm to retrieve something from his bedside table, as a soft click reverberates around the room. You felt thick leather wrapped around your neck, as your hand flew up to touch it. He smacks your hand away with the irritated click of his tongue.

Ruki leans forward, placing his lips next to your ear. “You’ve been bad,” he whispers breathily, as you gulp in anxiety. “First, you tempt me with such revealing clothing… while I’m in my rut.” He whispers the final sentence, which barely registers in your head, before continuing. “Then you touch me so seductively… and try to leave. You know I don’t tolerate disobedience.”

“Ruki–!” You whimper, tugging at the collar with both hands. You feel him grab your wrists with his left hand, and suddenly you feel restraints at your hands. He had put a collar and handcuffs on you.

“That’ll teach you to be a good pet,” he smirks, moving back to admire your form. “These clothes don’t leave much to the imagination… And they only serve as a hindrance for your punishment, no?” He says condescendingly, his eyes glimmering in delight. In a flash, your clothing was ripped apart as he rakes his eyes over your body.

Cold air nips at your skin, as you whine at the sudden exposure. You feel his hips twitch forward as his temperature increases with every second he takes to ogle at your frame, lying on the sheets so openly for him.

“Please…” You begged, but you didn’t know for what. He raises a brow, a smug grin playing at his lips.

“Please what? Do you want more? Greedy slut.” He chuckles, degrading you as he only ducks his head to your level, taking in your scent and licking your collarbone before biting down harshly.

You hiss at the pain, suddenly hyper aware of your life source getting drained from you. A surge of heat ran down to your core as you shut your eyes at the sensation. 

The bite of a vampire had always been odd to you; first would be the pain, when you’d feel the sting of his fangs sink into you. Then, it sent a rush of pleasure spreading throughout your body, overwhelming you until all you could feel was the mind-numbing feeling of your blood getting sucked.

Ruki then pulls away, the crimson liquid trickling down his chin as he runs his tongue over his bloodstained fangs.

“Your blood is so sweet and warm… Are you getting excited?” He asks, not exactly waiting for your answer, before carefully stripping his clothes, tossing them to the side. It ironically opposed the rough manner he had displayed when ripping yours off.

His hands roam you, traveling up and down your sides as your warmth spreads to his body. 

“Having you splayed out underneath me like this… This punishment shall also serve as a reminder that this body is mine, and mine alone. Nobody else can see you like this, got it?” His hands settle on your hips, gripping them tightly. Your face flush a shade of pink at his words, staring into his gray eyes lovingly.

“Yes, Ruki,” you reply obediently, before he raises a brow, expecting a different response.

“It’s master Ruki to you, livestock,” he scolds, tugging at the attached leash as you mewl at the sensation of the leather tightening around your neck.

“Yes, Master Ruki!” Your eyes widen at the pain as you exclaimed, tugging at the cuffs as tears well up in your eyes.

“Don’t tell me you’re already getting desperate. Are you that easy to please?” He scoffs before gripping your thighs, spreading them open. Without warning, he plunges two fingers into your warmth and scissors you open, making quick work to prepare you.

“You’re dripping for me… And I’ve barely done anything,” he laughs at the mess he’s already made of you, the wet sounds of your hole being stretched open by his slim fingers and your quiet moans resounding through the room.

It silently drones on for a while, you nearly reaching your climax as you feel a knot tighten in your core.

“A-Ah, Master Ruki–” You stutter, before he suddenly ceases his movements and pulls his fingers out in a swift motion.

“You’ve been bad... Tell me, do you think you deserve to cum for that?” He whispers, grunting as he ruts his hips forward to incite a reaction from you.

“N-No, I’m sorry,” You whimper, as he only chuckles and gropes your thighs, kneading them with an amused look in his eyes.

“What was that, livestock?” He asked, grinning with a predatory look as he emphasized the nickname.

“I’m sorry, Master Ruki,” you repeat, shutting your eyes and biting your lips to contain your noises as he slowly inserted his tip into your hole.

“Fuck,” he curses, which was quite unlikely for him to do. “You make me want to destroy you.” Ruki growls, ramming his member into you with a loud, breathy moan. Your walls pulse against his length and the sweating intensifies, his expression morphing into pure bliss as you tighten around him.

“Ah!” You shriek at the sudden movement as he only leans forward, his chest heaving at every breath he took. He furrows his brows, attempting to let you adjust as a hand reaches down to play with your clit.

Ruki bites into your flesh, sucking your blood with an unexpected, high-pitched whimper as he pants desperately, sweat trickling down his feverish skin as he fully bottoms out.

“A-Ah… My pet… You’re so tight,” he whines, eyelids unveiling his glossy gray eyes cloaked with desperation. Ruki impatiently begins thrusting into you at an inhuman pace, biting his lip to hold in his noises.

His tip kisses your cervix and you moan so loud you’re sure even your ancestors could hear you shamefully receiving pleasure from the punishment of a demonic vampire.

“Master Ruki… So full,” you slur out, tears welling up in your eyes when he hits that certain spot deep inside you, ramming his cock into it ruthlessly. His warmth increases with yours as he orgasms quicker than he typically did, his hands frantically rushing to leave a bruising grip on your hips.

“Hnngh–!” He moans as his seed fills your womb, although he doesn’t cease his thrusts and continues to ram into you. He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, fingernails leaving crescents on your skin as he felt you tighten around him.

You feel a knot tighten in your core, drool trickling down your chin. “M-Master Ruki, I’m c-cumming!” You squeal, as his thrusts cease and you whine in confusion. He lies there, panting and leaning forward until his cheek rests on your breast.

“Master Ruki… Why’d you stop?” You whine, as he only grunts in response. “It’s… A punishment for a reason, livestock,” he reasons, his tone betraying his true intentions as his cock pulses in your desperate heat. You subtly push him deeper into your hole with a suppressed moan, squeezing your eyes shut.

“So desperate already? Fine.” He narrows his gray eyes at you. “Since you’re so impatient, I’ll just give you what you want,” Ruki groans as he emphasizes the last sentence with his own thrusts, coming in quicker than before.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

“What a d-dirty mouth,” he taunts you in between grunts. His hand reaches for your strands, harshly tugging at it as you moan in response. “Heh. You like that, whore?” Ruki tilts his head with amusement playing in his eyes. The only things you could utter are praises for how good he’s doing despite his own degrading words, and he visibly melts.

“M-Master Ruki, you’re… Ngh, so good to me,” you say in between heavy pants, as his gray eyes soften and he whimpers quietly.

“You… Feel so good,” he unexpectedly responds with a lick of his lips, sinking his fangs into your flesh with a moan.

Words escape his brain after his own confession as he completely focuses on fucking you into the mattress, his noises raising in pitch until he reaches his peak and you do too. Despite this, his speed never falters and he feels your juices spill onto his cock. The wet noises intensify and reverberate around the room as he continues his movement, even as you squirm in retaliation.

“Those tears…” He whispered, kissing the wetness you never noticed off your cheeks. “So beautiful.” Ruki praises, and at that moment you could recognize this as the true, raw, human side of the man you loved. Not the heartless, cold vampire that barked orders at you every passing second, but the one that willingly melted his icy walls for you and experienced a love with you he never did before.

“M-Master Ruki…” You call out, and the hand that once tugged at your hair runs through your soft locks with skinny fingers. He hums, lapping at the blood that dripped from the bite. His thrusts remain harsh as he grips at your hip.

The room is filled with the smell of sex and the metallic stench of blood as you both whimper in unison. Ruki nuzzles his head into the crook of your collared neck, taking in your scent with a longing, subtle smile.

“Are you… In your heat?” You question in between moans, as his soft side fades away and he glares at you in response. He sits up and suddenly pulls out right before you cum, slapping your hip lightly.

“All fours. Now.” Ruki demands, watching you with a blank stare as you obey. He grins at your compliance, impatiently grabbing at your hips as he inserts his cock into you with a groan. “Oh, you’re even tighter in this position,” he grunts into your ear, bare chest brushing against your back as his hand goes back up to pull your hair.

He pounds into your hole vigorously as the sound of skin against skin echoed, his noises now coming at full volume as he loses his shame and pride, whimpering and whining at such a high-pitch you were convinced he was even more pleased than you were. He spanks your ass, leaning forward as his lips touch your ear.

“I-I’ll fill you up with my seed and f-fuck you until you can’t walk,” he breaks the wordless silence, grinning sadistically. You could feel his sweat mixing with yours on your bare back, and you could do nothing about it but moan his name.

“A-Ah, Master Ruki! I’m going to–” You were cut off by a particularly hard thrust as you feel your overstimulated walls tighten around his member. You cum so hard at the sensation of his hard cock spurting out ropes of white into you.

His grip on your hair loosens as he collapses onto the bed, pulling you down with him as you whine in exhaustion. 

“Ruki… I’m so tired,” you pout, and he closes his eyes and hums. Ruki brings you closer and basks in your warmth, relaxing in your presence.

After a few moments of your post-sex bliss, he abruptly leaves and enters the bathroom as you hear the sound of water running. He calls you over, and you stumble over your feet as he giggles at your struggle. Ruki helps you walk to the bubble bath prepared in the tub, and you smile softly.

“Thank you,” you put a hand on his shoulder, and Ruki being the typically stoic man he is, simply nods in response and assists you into the ceramic fixture. He goes in with you too, washing your hair and pulling you into his chest afterward.

“...Just relax,” he speaks against your skin as your muscles fall limp and you shut your eyes, snuggling comfortably against his body. 

The next moment you open your eyes, you’re greeted with the sight of Ruki’s ceiling and you look around in confusion. He’s next to you in pajamas, reading his book as his gray eyes flicker to you.

“Ah. You’re awake,” he acknowledges, patting your head. “Go back to sleep. You need more rest for the next round.” he teases with a grin, as you cross your arms and lightly nudge his thigh.

“Goodnight, Ruki.” You say as he gingerly sets the book down and lies next to you.

“Goodnight, pet. Happy birthday.” He runs his hand through your hair with a soft smile, kissing your forehead.

MASTERLIST i'm so sorry guys... i'm not good at smut💀

[bg3sinbin]

Alright so I told myself I wouldn't post anything about it... but I still can't stop thinking about the A!Astarion kisses, Tav/Durge's face during it, and the stupid blow up around it. So here we go

Warnings: This is long and rambly and contains all kinds of spoilers. I am an A!Astarion lover. I will not be responding to discourse on this post. I do not care if you disagree. Make your own vent post.

OKAY so the brunt of the arguments I keep trying to ignore seeing surrounding this are how the expressions are "immersion breaking" for A!A fans, and everyone else clowning on them (sometimes rightfully so tho, ngl) because "the game gives the player expressions all the time! why are u mad now? do u just want ur Tav/Durge to be a blank slate?? lmao idiot" which ??? okay it feels like ur purposefully missing the point.

Yeah, actually sometimes this game gives my Durge some really ooc reactions. And it does, in fact, bother me. That being said, that is to be expected when u take an oc u had for like ten years and try to stick them in a pre-programmed video game. Things are gonna get ooc sometimes.

It also though, is usually smaller moments. Or things that happen Once and then u move on. Conversations where I go "hmmm. he wouldn't say any of these. oh well." or moments where he reacts negatively to terrible things that this evil bastard would normally laugh at. OH. WELL.

Now here's where my frustration actually come in. This game does a really good job, probably a better job than anything else I've played, at letting u play an interesting evil char. Something more than just "I am Rude, Aggressive, and A Dick To Everyone" and thus being punished for it gameplay wise.

I can play The Dark Urge, literal child of the god of murder, a canon necrophiliac, cannibalistic, gore freak that was going to flatten the entire world. There is a whole ass plot line and ending (multiple achievements included!) surrounding doing just that. There's all kinds of nasty interactions/plot options programmed in.

Yet, to the best of my memory, my Durge doesn't look horrified when we choose to slaughter the grove. He doesn't look horrified when we choose to kill the Dame Aylin, or Isobel. He isn't Obviously Distraught when we choose to help Astarion complete the ritual, or when we kill Shadowheart's parents, or become an Unholy Assassin of Bhaal.

To my knowledge, the player character isn't made to look afraid when kissing Dark Justiciar!Shadowheart, nor when they are literally poisoned by kissing Minthara. Sure, u CAN be offended about it in the convo with her after, but its still ur choice as the player.

I mean shit, they even patched in (in that very same patch) a positive, supportive reaction from ur evil partners at the end when u take over the nether brain! (at least for A!Astarion, and Minthara) so now when u do the evil thing that u and ur evil partner have been talking about all game, they don't suddenly change their opinion the second u actually do it.

And I really appreciate that about bg3. I can make evil choices and get interesting outcomes rather than the game just locking me out of all content actually made for that quest. Like ffs u can only get Minthara's romance scene if u slaughter dozens of innocents.

THIS GAME REWARDS U FOR DOING THE BAD THING. And like the evil options do usually have drawbacks and/or are less fleshed out than the good ones, but there are whole ass plots arcs u will never see if u only play good chars. This game makes playing an evil character interesting.

So why is it that I can do all that, and make/have my Durge react (mostly) accordingly, yet the moment the partner I chose acts controlling, now is when my characters feelings are being decided for me?

I can spend the whole game hearing Astarion talk about how spawn are controlled, how all vampires want is power, and I can say to his face "yes! this character wants that! turn me!" and yet somehow... what? the creators think I didn't know?

It just genuinely doesn't make sense to me. Like I can choose, through dialogue, that my Durge is power hungry, and very into the idea of being Astarion's pretty little lap dog. He knew what he was signing up for! And yet he looks terrified when his vampire bf (who has been feeding on him all game) bites his lip?? really?

Idk I just have some really weird feelings on some of the ways they try to Really Emphasize that u made the wrong choice for Astarion specifically, and this just exemplifies that.

Either do the rest of ur characters this service, make all of them (make every choice in the game) a moral lesson for the player to learn, where u hold their hand and say "u didn't listen to what they actually needed :c u could have done the good thing but u didn't :c"

Or let me play my evil bastard. And let me revel in it.