#peo’s memes

[peonights]

[maukiki1-but-cringefail]

Turkish dub pluto having the deepest voice known to man for no fucking reason

[fatherentropy]

playing Stardew Valley with the family been making me want to play Stardew Valley so I've been playing Stardew Valley. Like... all yesterday/today without sleeping....

and now some doodles that look like way more than they are because I slapped a quick bg in!

good nIGHt

[potohseviltwin]

Very messy snippets of Casiah's hair lore. Casiah is 13-14 when they and Peony meet for the first time. They look up to Peo, like to an older sister.

[great-and-small]

do you have any good articles/webpage or forum links/etc about the current birding drama?? number 1 I'm presenting about this to a club about birds that I started with my friend, and number 2 I am INVESTED in this drama now :)

Super cool that you started a bird club!

You can read a lot good debate at this forum link- https://www.birdforum.net/threads/two-people-break-10-000-species-and-on-the-same-day-can-it-be.452504/

For a deeper dive, you can read a bit about Kaestner’s journey and his correspondence with Mann on his personal facebook, which also is great to follow for bird content in general.

It’s not exactly journalism, but you can also find lots of pretty entertaining stuff in any of the birding meme groups on fb!

[captain-aralias]

randomised trope/tag grading game

clearly today is a day of doing memes (i posted a list of 9 favourite books earlier today). i know it's a tuesday and normal people are at work, but i'm writing some posts, hello!

Rules: Generate your own personal list of 10 AO3 tags to rate. How much do these tags affect your decision to click on a fic? -10 -> very dissuaded 0 - don’t care either way +10 -> very enticed nope -> if it’s a hard no and you’d never click on a fic with that tag or or you even have the tag blocked or you’d insta click out of the fic if it wasn’t tagged Bonus points for explaining the rating and whether it’s conditional.

i was tagged in a very similar post by @bookish-bogwitch a few weeks ago. at the time i read her post, i felt like our opinions were so aligned that there wasn't a good reason for me to write my own post. (well done, great opinions!) the only exception really is that if a snowbaz fic was tagged age gap i might choose to read it - less because the trope is for me, and more because that's kind of weird for snowbaz. so, maybe it would be interesting! and i guess i feel pretty meh about H/C, sorry folks.

anyway - i decided to tweak the meme into the form that you see in this post. here's my 10 random things and what i think about them👇

Amusement Parks: -2

harsh judgement right out of the gate. i've read some good ones but i feel like generally a fic about an amusement park is likely to be some quite gentle fluff, maybe a modern AU, and that's not my favourite.

Unconventional Families: 0

maybe all slash fics that are kidfics are unconventional families? if so - i actually quite like kidfic, a not that secret shame, but i sort of like it less if the fact that they're gay parents is now worth flagging because it makes life difficult - since i am a gay parent. and i dont want to read about how it will be hard. so it averages out to a 0. if the family is more unconventional.... who knows? i would neither click nor not click.

Rough Sex: 8

how sad for me that this is my first clear yes and highest rated. i probably would click unless other tags or the summary put me off.

Public Transportation: 3

i went with a yes here, as i'm intrigued. it's oddly specific and suggests an interest in the specifics, and i am a fan of public transport. i've read some nice fics where snowbaz meet on trains (yes, often modern AU, but i dont dislike them all), like the classic 15-across by @ninemagicks and the equally classic remix 2-Down (A 15-Across remix) by @carryonvisinata (who also wrote a theme park story i like, so the -2 is definitely feeling mean. ah well, press on.) Bickering: 7

i mean - i prefer banter, but i assume if someone has written bickering they kind of mean banter. unless it's like sibling bickering and then maybe not.

Phone Calls & Telephones: 0

this is almost text fic (which i like less than most people like it) but not. i often write in a phonecall, it's part of what i think of as the friendship to lovers arc...... idk. i'm also going to add here that i keep thinking about plots that rely on people not being able to call each other, which is kind of the opposite. or you have to get to a pay phone - i dont know that i would want to read a fic like that, but there are some fun movies and books that you'd have to rework now. most recently i was watching madonna in 'desperately seeking susan'.

Redeemed (character): 7

this really depends on who they are, obviously. i can imagine it being really annoying if they never show any redeemability, but i've given it a strong 7 because i come from a world of redeeming the master from doctor who over and over again, so it would feel silly not to have it as a yes. and i kind of want to redeem the mage....... but it would be weird if he just was redeemed in a fic, and so too the master. it would have to be kind of about it.

Quests: 7

yes. not a 10/10 insta-click , because i can imagine it going on a bit too long if it was a fic about a quest rather than, say, two people realising they loved each other, but i would like it to be in the background. snowbaz has some good quest fics. Song of Sirens (rated E) by @scone-lover is such a fic or A Gift From the Propheseals (rated M) by @skeedelvee and @letraspal another.

Cats: 3

this feels mean, i have 3 cats myself - i like cats to be in a fic because cats are nice, but i also dont have many feelings about animal transformation and if snowbaz adopt a cat in the future... that's fine by me, i hope they do, but i probably don't want to read about it for more than a few lines.

Sociopathy: 2

probably not if it's a serious examination of this, but plenty of my villainous favs could be described as sociopaths, so... i give it a 2!

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anyone who wants to do the meme in this form - please do!

i tag everyone already tagged in this post, the people i tagged last post, and a few others: @giishu @orange-peony @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @carryonvisinata @alleycat0306 @fight-surrender @cows4247 @messofthejess @mysterioussheep @ivelovedhimthroughworse @nightimedreamersworld @cutestkilla @fatalfangirl @artsyunderstudy @larkral @forabeatofadrum @ileadacharmedlife @facewithoutheart happy tuesday.

[amorphousgreydragon]

Why I think Combo mode sucks and how to fix it

The combo mode in guilty gear strive is a step up from the tutorials and combo trials in other games due to it accepting the knowledge of players and sharing it around on a public platform. Instead of developers teaching you about how the game is played, other players are. Instead of the developers communicating strategies at launch to someone playing season 4, other players are communicating with you to show you what's important right now.

That's how it should be, even though sadly that's not how it looks like. You go into the mode, get the recommended trials and not just do they not fit you, they're also either universal tactics or they're not practical at all. These are maybe useful for people at the beginning of their experience with the game but otherwise they are completely useless or even misleading. Nomatter, you go into search mode and just look for the character you want to learn more about, you select the current version and press search. What you get is a mix between memes, highly unpractical setups and an overwhelming lack of context. You try to look for more information about your character and you get mixed, unfocused results. This is why people still watch videos on YouTube explaining characters even though they don't get to practice it themselves. The combo mode is less of a tool for learning or teaching and more of a way for players to communicate and interact with eachother. There are things that are incredibly hard to teach or communicate to someone playing your trial which makes them harder to understand or master.

So how would I fix this? I think the best way is to neither stifle player expression nor reliability and teaching potential, but to increase them by adding another layer to allow for players to manually select and recontextualise trials by sorting them into player curated Albums. Solo combo trials still exist and you can take them from other players (crediting their trial while you do so), to make an obstacle course for players to go through for a certain subject, a simple overview or whatever the curator can think of. Players can also look for albums with a certain title, for example [I-No fuzzy block counterplay] so that, instead of watching a 30 minute video on how to beat the strategy as I-No, you can go through every step and practice it at your own pace, all the different RPS situations along with counterplay already lined up for you (or you could also listen to the essay during the trial like an audio book or podcast while playing and learning from the subject in game). Players would be able to collect combo trials that are [the most important to newer players], [really fun] or [really difficult] and gather them in one place that allows for a simple, automated practice enviornment.

Albums also allow for challenges from players through speedrunning. The game can collect times on how fast someone beats an album and that's how players may be able to compete with eachother and bring people into the mode to make something bigger. This would draw more attention to the memes, it would allow for more attention and more discussions on what to practice in what way with everyone profiting, including new players. This idea was inspired by Kizzy's videos on speedrunning Xrd combo trials.

Also, what albums allow is a way to incentivise practice. For example, what if you could complete one album of your choice per day to get some of the fishing currency that you use to unlock songs from other games and non-gameplay cosmetics? You can "cheese" this by just doing an album that's fast and easy, but players who want going through an album to be rewarded in some way can so choose to work for the reward and challenge themselves or their own consistency at the videogame. This gives them a choice that is good for everyone: the ones who just want the money don't have to do anything too big to get it, the ones who need an incentive to go practice get one and the people who just want to unlock that one song they really, really want have a way to speed up getting it. This point was inspired by Sajam's advice on using training mode like "brushing your teeth", by practicing something small over and over again to become truly consistent.

A smaller, separate idea that would be very good for albums if they were to be integrated into the game, would be the ability to test if a combo trial from a previous version is possible in the most recent version and to then update it's classification so that people who are searching for combos in the current version can find it. Albums would profit a lot of this due to how the different trials not being homogenous in the version they were originally made in could impact the way the albums are organised as a whole.

These are my ideas, I hope ya'll found them enlightening or something.

[peonights]

[josiebelladonna]

since 2020

i watched the world shut down and burn itself to the ground.

the tools that were “tried and true” by my parents, my grandparents, and even my fucking older brother, pretty much forced onto me since 2015 break down and render themselves completely useless.

i brought joy to joey belladonna and his wife.

i had my old url stolen by someone who wanted to undermine me for no reason but spite.

i experienced a betrayal that completely broke me and, as someone who had been bullied and harassed throughout her formative years, i knew there was no way i could stay silent about it. i used my voice. i broke down and bled through my art. i got angry. i got frustrated. i was vengeful. and i eventually came out on the other side of it because she was saying horrible things about me that weren’t even vaguely true and she was/still is playing dead on top of it.

i watched my country launch into further turmoil and chaos with the advent of the insurrection.

i comforted alex skolnick in the wake of that day as he said it brought out the ugly in him—and i told him he had to get ugly because the other alternative was to let the anger consume him.

i wound up watching him on a whim one night and it was the start of something sweet and new, something refreshing for me personally.

i wrote a million words of fanfiction all for him.

my stepfather passed, and my mom and i have realized that we have it pretty well with just it being the two of us (my mom has saturn in aquarius, too).

i started to see american society for what it is, rooted in racism and xenophobia and sexism (it was actually a reminder for me because i had initially learned of our systems in school). i actually started finding a lot more reminders, things i had either forgotten or put on the backburner because i had other things to pay attention to.

i began voicing opinions more, and yet it came with the price of people on tumblr blocking me for it and dying mad about it, and isolating me in the process.

the world of tumblr in the 2020s has only baffled me because i feel like most of you just don’t want to act your age for some reason: say what you will about 2014 tumblr, at least there were actual adults on here, people who acted their goddamn age and didn’t have the mental capacity of children which in turn gives the site this weird tone of teens dressing like 30-year-olds and talking like 9-year-olds and treat anything human like art or erotica as just another meme they saw on tiktok.

my initial fascination with alex eventually morphed into a crush as i began reading more and more about him, familiarizing myself with his voice and his behavior… to the point i began questioning my sexuality, something i had been doing since summer 2019 but ramped up when the boy with the pearl in his hair entered my view.

i threw myself at the wall (metaphorically speaking) and examined the pieces and all the hard emotions i had buried since the peak of my anorexia, when i was 19/20.

i looked at facebook and said “i don’t need this anymore, especially knowing how people on there, including my actual family, treat me, especially when i was 22 and said emotions were trying to surface themselves and my own brother was threatening to throw me into a conservatorship à la britney spears or amanda bynes because they all thought i was ‘unstable’ when really, i was making a cry for help, and i saw the help was utterly useless after a time, and thus, i turned to myself for two years, triggered by the death of my biggest fan, chris cornell.”

i have made my best art and have written the things i’ve always wanted to write.

i felt my crush on alex only blossom and bloom into something. it’s clandestine and hidden in little comments, instagram livestreams, and cartoons of him, but it’s there. he sees me. he feels me. and i feel him as if i actually have my fingers in his hair, my eyes locked onto those ocean blues, and my arms around his full round waist.

starting with joey, krista, and alex, only the best people have entered my life.

i pay no attention to reception i get on any of my art because all that matters is that i do it, something i’ve known for years but i never actually began to believe it until fairly recently. but good comments i get, i always thank.

i went from identifying as “straight female” to “pansexual female who doesn’t care about gender roles because they’re arbitrary and box me in”.

i realize not everyone will agree with me, or feel the same as me, or believe in the same things as me… because i grew up surrounded by people who didn’t want me to think for myself. i think everyone should believe whatever they want, barring you are kind and civil about it and i can see where you’re coming from with it, too (if you’re pro-life, that’s okay, but if you force it on me on the pretense of “killing babies/killing baby girls” and you’re going to patronize me for it, expect me to call you the real bitch here).

i have bled out in the realm of sexuality, and the whole thing makes me cry still, because kink is not normalized, neither is intelligence or sensitivity. it’s always going to be a hot button issue with me, i feel. in a strange way, there is something oddly comforting about that. i’m never going to be at peace with my sexuality: i’m always going to be sexually restless.

i’ve gained a lot of weight as a huge part of my healing my body. i love it, too: i don’t ever want to be below 250 pounds again. even with my weight gain, i take good care of myself and exercise regularly and eat healthy (i just eat a lot, is all).

i had my mail stolen back around christmas (gonna go down to the police station tomorrow to fetch it). i really, really hope this will be the one legal issue during this 9th house transit—i’m a good girl, saturn, you saw it yourself 😇 you’re my favorite planet, please don’t kill me.

i’ve started to relearn the things i was fascinated by in my childhood like earth science and the glowy irradiated stuff my grandpa taught me.

i’ve been growing weary of technology, between the constant advances and the shady bullshit happening all the time that we deserve a right to know, damn it. i’ve joined the fight against ai because believe it: it is an existential threat to us all, but it begins with the artists because we get the most abuse.

i want to play a part in helping the earth: i have an “e-tree” tidbit on the weather app on my laptop where if i check in everyday, i earn points. i accumulate 4000 points and they organize a tree to be planted in africa. i’ve planted… i think 12 trees at this point. hey, it’s something, and i’m always going to want to garden, too. i’m always going to make digital art even with the rise of the machines, and i use eco friendly art supplies as well.

i’m looking forward to next week when the conjunction is exact because i couldn’t ask for anything else to help me heal myself. bro, why is this time of life so stigmatized when it can be genuinely amazing?

saturn in aquarius, gang.

[cielospeaks]

f h story spoilers

honestly shoutout to seithr for literally having the best protagonist arc/ending of literally all the protagonists. no shitty boss to be subservient to for no reason like peo + ash, no life debt to the order like literally everyone else. just "im free to live my life" and sora-ing her other universe selves into her own consciousness/heart/whatever and just thirsting over the person reading this together with them. you go girl.

overall i think this book was weird but it was not bad imo. the person reading this thirst was kinda silly, both in the story context and the unnecessary divide it had in the fandom. it was definitely a more provocative take on it than other characters just being like "i kinda sorta like you uuuu/////" which is fine when its one person imo. the characters were decent. i think the only one i didnt like so much was gull veig and thats mostly for the uwu sadboi stuff w her character that i think kinda detracted from a story where maybe she's a cold and calculating "this is the only outcome" force of nature/inevitability/whatever sorta thing. (and tbh a lot of that was from cyl which was sorta eh. too bad cant help that) as far as ner thus i think shes kinda a fun "interpretation villain". like im glad a lot of people see her as the true villain/manipulator of the book bc i def get that vibe, but i know if she wasnt a busty lady and instead was a guy that the same fans would see absolutely no faults with her :/ but take what you can get i guess.

i still am a njorthur enjoyer and i like his motivation, i wish theyd just fleshed it out more. like he sees humans wasting the seas, wasting the land, killing each other senselessly. hes a stickler for good conduct and he sees humans/mortals as slovenly and disgusting and having degraded (and maybe looks down on them extra hard for in his eyes corrupting his family members, like his sisters obsession w them as well as his kids/relatives its unclear). i dont mind that his motivations arent revenge and actually i think itd be funny if the twins are the children of another sibling of him and ner thuz, completely subverting that whole plot. in my fic i think it still works, bc hed see eitr as a family member who got corrupted by mortals and turned into a nasty kidnapper

i honestly dont mind the designs and actually compared to 5 and 6 with the same illustrator it was a breath of fresh air. i do think theres an unfortunate kinda "sameface" ey trend with a lot of character designs (poor elm) but i like the idea of the loose, kinda otohime esque robes of the vana characters. kinda wish theyd get a new illustrator for every book, it would make the character designs stand out more imo. tbh i feel like another person shouldve done b5. i can accept that 3 and 6 are same as 1 bc they all focus around askr + embla but i think 5's mech designs wouldve looked cool with a different artist, + the cringe meme faces would have maybe been less irritating

anyways i honestly hope that the next book isnt asgard, just like ive hoped for the last two book reveals. but give me some time to finish my fucking fanfic first. i guess ill give my thoughts on my fic when i finish it. honestly works been so bad this year i havent had as much time for it as id have liked rip

[cwarscars]

we have to give people something they can’t get anywhere else. and we do that.  - Have a Rufus, for a treat.

film ask meme : VIDEODROME (1983) DIRECTED BY DAVID CRONENBERG.

@liifestreams

"yes sir-" he responds enthusiastically - a nod of his head, hands folded behind his back and a keen look in his eye. "we do-" he continues "the people should be grateful of everything shinra inc has to offer them-" he speaks with pride, speaks as though he owes the company his life (as if there's a gun to his head).

"your father made this company a brilliant thing for the peo-" he clears his throat, the general awkward for a second when he catches the icy eyes of the other on him. he stops himself, a slow shrug of his shoulder as enthusiasm diminishes "and o-o-of course, you've con-continued that tradition. sir- mr president - sir-."

a sigh. how much longer would he have to ass kiss before he could retire in peace (or go out in a blaze of glory?)

[tinfigs]

Lazy to make a whole new post so I’m just screenshotting twitter I need u guys to see it

[muvana]

via Giphy

[caca-pichi-diarrea-vomito-peo]

Me quiero matar...

[rhine-gold-archive]

oh my god, I loved your Diluc fic! Sub!Ayato pretty please for the requests? People only seem to write him as a top :(

Sub! Ayato x Dom! gn reader

Warnings: not safe for work or minors, edging, bondage, overstimulation, slight degradation, power play, anal sex, spanking. I’m gonna mostly say “cock” for the reader, but it stands for both cock and strap, it’s just unwieldy to specify every time and I usually call strap “cock” irl anyway.

Words: 4k

A\n: wait for the filth, it’s under the cut, after the character study. And again, everyone is entitled to their own opinion, it’s just my personal interpretation of a character.

Ayato is the biggest pillow princess out there. The entitlement on this one.

A connoisseur, seeks the thrill of new combinations of exciting experiences, both physical and mental, but is also a brat. Not in a usual sense of being deliberately antagonistic and difficult, it’s just that if you don’t keep him in check, he will steamroll you with sheer demanding presence, all with a pleasant little smile.

He wants to be surprised and lose control, but also has a compulsive need to plan and manipulate everything from the backstage. So he’s a handful for sure. If you’re into his kind of mind games, he can be exquisite like no one else, but he’s so high-maintenance, just energy and attention-wise, constantly testing your willpower.

“A luxury few can afford” meme, but it's on a diamond-encrusted choker.

You know how his story quest just stops dead to have a Boba Tea Interlude, where he orders tea with the weirdest ingredients and everyone around is openly disgusted? And they could’ve stopped the joke here, but no.

Ayato goes on to have a whole discussion about the nature of pleasure with Paimon, who is btw entirely out of her depth and can only master “Ugh?? Food should taste good?” 

And this mf proceeds to argue that actually, things that just straightforwardly feel good are boring. And it’s better to experiment and seek out new interesting experiences that push your limits, even if they end up not feeling good.  And those things that don’t feel good, but in interesting and exciting ways, are better than straightforward good-feeling.

Like, just say you’re into kink and stop confusing poor Paimon. You don’t have to give a whole ass philosophical speech about wanting exciting things that feel bad to be inflicted upon you. 

And he likes obedience, sure. A nice service top who just does everything he wants entirely according to a pre-approved script is probably his comfort zone.

But you know what’s a fun thing to do with a bossy brat like him? Tease him. Throw him off his script. Wipe that mild, confident, slightly bored smile off his face and see genuine emotions. See him come undone.

Also, you know he’s so used to being indulged. The experience of being challenged, loss of control, the inability to predict what’s gonna happen next is going to feel much more exciting than a bad-tasting boba tea.

Like, his only friend outside of the circle of people actively dependent on him, like Ayaka and Thoma, is Itto, the most irreverent delinquent in the city. And sure, Ayato tries to minimize the connection in his voice line (bc he’s a fake bitch), but from Itto’s line it’s clear that they are in continuous contact. They are actively hanging out, all the while Ayato doesn’t disclose his station. 

Ayato found one dude in the entire city who doesn’t know who he is and is not gonna bow down to him. In fact, he’s gonna treat him in a way that would be considered scandalously rude for a head of the commission. But they are playing Magic the Gathering at a local McDonalds while Yashiro ninjas keep the cashier at a knifepoint so he doesn’t accidentally expose who Ayato really is to Itto.

He obviously wants to be seen for something else than the social image he created when he had to become the leader of his clan. He had to be so tightly wound up and in control all the time, impeccable and untouchable, or not only him, but his closest people would pay the price. Of course he wants to be able to let go, to feel human and imperfect, but accepted with the imperfections nonetheless. He just doesn’t know how, since he’s been living in nothing but a PR performance since he was a young teen.

Unless he’s literally forced to. 

Ayato is never gonna admit that he wants to be put in his place, but he will certainly enjoy it.

Specifics-wise, I'm getting strong bondage vibes. Especially rope bondage, shibari knots. Popular choice for the pillow princesses in general, and rope instead of handcuffs gives both interesting texture and flexibility, you can change it up in many ways from session to session to keep it fresh. 

But honestly, that’s details. What’s important is the mind games. The power play. The exciting stakes, even if inside of play. The rollercoaster of ups and downs. The push and pull of an invisible leash will matter much more than the physical one.

He’s so casual and calm when you start tying him up, even though he’s already naked. Sometimes you tie him in his clothes ruffled, halfway undone, but today you want his bare skin. You start with his chest and shoulders, and the purple rope looks amazing against his pale flesh.

Nudity doesn’t make him vulnerable though. He stands there languid, loose and long-limbed, follows your instructions to move his hands back so you can tie them with poise and elegance, like he’s getting an expensive suit tailored. Sometimes, you’d want to break his posture, throw him on the floor and fuck him until he’s a screaming mess, and only then finish the bondage. 

There are always so many options to consider with Ayato.

But today you want to play the longer prelude. You know that the slow, almost ritualistic adjusting of the ropes over his body winds him up even if he doesn’t show it. 

You work on tying his hands behind his back, then move to his torso. The ropes over ribs and stomach don’t actually hold much, but by god, they look pretty, the rhombs in the center and the violet lines going across his taut muscles.

You move deliberately slowly, handling him with long practiced firmness and effectiveness, except for the fleeting moments when your fingers linger, lightly trace the lines of his body, but leave before he can even react. A stroke from his sharp collarbones to the shoulders, a flick on the pink nipples, a caress across the sculpted abs.

This is a game where you almost pretend to be professional, and he almost keeps up the indifference. It’s a shaky pyramid of glass, barely balancing on the edge, the anticipation of waiting for exactly when it’ll fall down and shatter into tiny pieces.

The fun part about this is watching his cock hardening with your every move, how it slowly grows from soft to aroused, pointing up on his stomach. He can pretend to be indifferent all he wants, you have the evidence of how much he needs this right there.

He watches you intensely, even if it’s only in half-glances, his upper body is already covered in an intricate, beautiful harness.  

“Lean against the table and lift your leg, please”, you direct him to the high table beside the bed and he obeys with the same casual confidence. You tie his ankle to his thigh, moving the rope across the tender, sensitive skin of the inner thigh, and watch his cock twitch and redden. You then continue to fix his bent leg with ropes so that it’s pushed sideways and keeps his thigh open, working slow, methodical. He’s almost fully hard by the time you’re done.

“Violet really is your color,” you say casually, and slide the rope between his legs, under his balls and between his asscheeks. “Really brings out your eyes.”

His hips flinch, his cock fully erect now, but his voice is even and mild when he answers, “So nice of you to approve.”

It’s a stalemate of sorts, who is going to expose themselves first, but you have the advantage of not being naked, tied, and unable to close your legs. The chances are in your favor even against the calculating Yashiro commissioner. 

You smile and lay your hand on his hipbone. He expects you to move to his dick and when you don’t, glances down and back up at your face in a politely hidden frustration.

“I’d prefer to continue this on the proper bed,” he says, still calmly, but with an insistent undercurrent in his tone, like a VIP client demanding a luxury section of the restaurant.

The fucking entitlement. Exactly what you were waiting for.

“Oh,” you smile, deceptively soft and lift your hand to stroke his sharp cheekbones. “You’d prefer the bed?”

He senses the shift in your tone, his muscles tightening, but he doesn’t flinch away. Not just entitled, but so self-assured too.

“Yes,” he answers, holding up your gaze. “I think it’d be beneficial to the both of us.”

You smile wider, from soft to mocking, “I wasn’t aware of your priorities,” your voice is calm, but when you swipe your thumb across his lips, it’s harsh, applying enough pressure to force his mouth open.

Your other hand finally grabs his cock, roughly, sending a jolt through his entire body. You stroke him and slide your fingers down between his legs, cup his balls and then move farther, to his tight hole, to show that everything he has is open to you. 

“I was under the impression that you want to be fucked,” you say, looking into his eyes and he breathes out through the mouth you’re still keeping open.

You smile again and remove your hand from between his legs. “But apparently you just want the bed. Perhaps I should just leave you there alone like this.”

His eyes are stormy violet, but his body leans so receptively against you, shudders with obvious need. The tip of his cock is leaking pearly precum.

“I never said that,” he answers with strained tightness in his voice.

You sigh and lean into him, pressed close enough to feel him struggling not to arch into you, and tenderly kiss his lower lip, then the tiny mole under it.

“Then stop making demands or I’ll shut your pretty mouth.”

He looks so scandalized, it’d be funny if it wasn’t so hot. His mouth *is* really pretty, especially half-open and breathing heavily like this. It’s a challenge, almost a dare. ‘Oh, you think this is bad? Just wait for what I do next’.

You don’t tell him that, though. Why ruin a nice surprise. 

You step back a little, grab him, turn him around and throw him roughly over the table, enjoying his shocked gasp. The elegant porcelain vase that was standing on the edge falls down and breaks, delicate petals of white camellias that were kept there scattering on the floor. You press your hand between Ayato’s shoulderblades, keeping him in place when he struggles to move, and hoist his tied leg up on the table, forcing him to balance on his free leg, his ass entirely exposed. He glares angrily at you over the shoulder, his cheek pressed to the table, but you just smile and arch your eyebrow expectantly, looking over him splayed like that in front of you.

It sends shivers to his core, the rough handling, demeaning exposure of being bent over the desk like a common whore, the anticipation of being used, but not knowing how exactly… But he will try to keep up the appearances even like that.

“This was an expensive vase”, he says flatly. 

You lean down, still smiling, and close your hand over his dick, squeeze painfully so that he arches, his thighs shudder. “More expensive than this cock?”

“...No,” he finally lets out, strained.

“Then I can afford it,” you tell him with a smirk and watch with satisfaction an angry blush appearing on his cheeks. It’s only the beginning, though. Time to escalate.

You move away and and soon come back, catching his jaw and forcing a gag into his mouth. His indignant protests are muffled, but still loud enough.

“What’s wrong, your Highness?” you ask pleasantly, looking into his stormy eyes and stroking the exposed curve of his asscheek while he writhes in front of you. “I told you I’ll shut your mouth if you make demands, so you thought you can keep talking back at me if you don’t technically demand anything, because you’re so clever?”

You can see in his affronted glare that it’s exactly what he thought. You grin at him and slap the skin you were just caressing. He yelps, a sound choked by the gag, tries to move, but you press your hand against the back of his neck, pinning him to the table, as you keep laying blows across his ass and thighs. His flesh is so pale and tender, a true aristocrat, it turns a bright red immediately, in gorgeous contrast with the dark ropes. 

When he shuts his eyes, long lashes squeezed tightly, and his grunts turn from protesting to shaky, you start alternating pain with caresses. You stroke the skin that is still stinging from a hit a second ago, slide your fingers between his legs to cup his balls, grab his painfully hard, leaking dick. The noises he makes, tiny muffled half-gasps, half-moans, are delicious. He bucks his hips as you twist the sensitive head of his cock with one hand and strike his ass with the other. This time his moan is loud, needy.

“So nice of you to approve,” you say teasingly and reach for the lube. You pour it on your fingers and press them against his hole. He tenses in anticipation, you see the muscles of his tied arms strain against the ropes. You start massaging his entrance and run your free hand over the sharp knobs on his spine. 

“Relax,” you tell him softly and slide your fingers inside. Shudder runs through his body, his back arching, forehead pressed to the table and hair falling to cover his face. You lean down to kiss a small mole on the back of his shoulder, your fingers working inside of him, opening him up, hitting the sweet spot until he whimpers, his hips twitching under you. You lightly bite his shoulder and with your free hand you grab the criss-crossed ropes on his back and pull them slowly, making them taut, pressed harshly against his skin, so that he moans hoarsely, clenches around your fingers. You fuck him faster and faster, watch how the trembling turns into writhing and moans grow louder. 

“Are you already close, your Highness?” you hook your fingers inside him, and he arches deliriously, exquisitely, thrusting into your hand. You can tell that he’s on the edge and you slap his ass harshly.

“Come on, cum for me then,” you tell him and drag your nails over his sensitive, stinging flesh. He comes with a long, shaky scream barely muffled by the gag, and goes limp under your hands.

You take your fingers out of his ass and gag out of his mouth, and smile, looking at his trembling form sprawled on the table.

“I’m sorry, did you say something? I didn’t quite get it.”

He coughs a little, his throat dry from screaming, breathing heavily through his mouth to regain his composure, then swallows harshly and licks his lips.

“My title is not “Highness”,” he finally says, meeting your eyes, his voice a little hoarse, but still haughty. You can’ help but smile. He couldn’t very well say he screamed because he loved how you fucked him, but there’s no one else who could be bent over the table and fucked like that, turned into a screaming, writhing mess, and then still glare at you with this dignified primness, all the while with his ass still exposed and arched up.

“Why not?” you turn him over and pull him up by the rope harness on his chest, so that he’s standing up face to face with you.

“I’m not a prince, obviously,” he says calmly, rolling his eyes just so, and you chuckle, catch his chin and trail kisses down his jawline teasingly, your body pressed flat against him.

“You are to me,” you tell him, grinning, and this earns a fond, surprised chuckle from him. You kiss his smiling mouth, and he answers eagerly back, his tongue sliding against yours, his body arching in your hands.

Ayato doesn’t really have a praise kink, but he loves to be complimented and feel special for the reasons other than his heritage or political status, especially from the people who otherwise treat him as equal. The pointed irreverence is what makes the endearment count.

“I’ll even get you to the bed, isn’t it a royalty treatment that you wanted?” you tell him, breaking the kiss, turn him and push him down, so that he falls on the bed next to the table. He lands on the mass of pillows, and grins with a smug satisfaction, a cat that’s gotten what he wanted.

It’s worth getting him to the bed for the view alone, though. He’s insanely gorgeous, sprawled on the dark silk like that, pale sculpted body against the sleek black of the sheets, managing to look both elegant and ravished, the red marks from your touch decadently obscene on his tender skin, light hair looking even better when disheveled. The temptation to just fuck him right there, wreck him immediately, roughly, is immense. 

But that’s obviously what he wants. He knows how exquisite he is, the honed, cherished masterpiece, the way he looks at you from under half lowered eyelids, languorous, confident, not even as much demanding, as sure you won’t be able to resist him. 

Is he worth the trouble? Gods yes. But it doesn’t mean you’ll play along to his tune.

You kneel over him, kiss his soft, expectant lips, run your hands over him greedily. You move your mouth down, to claim what’s eagerly offered to you, the arch of his neck, the slopes of his delicate collarbones, the broad chest, heavily rising as he breathes feverishly, pink nipples, hardened under your caress, sculpted abs and carved hipbones. 

He’s throbbing hard when you get down there, but you don’t touch his dick. You reach for the rope and start tying his free leg in the same position, ankle to the thigh. 

He groans in frustration, rolls his head back on the silken pillows, he’s breathing heavily, impatient. You kiss the line from his exposed inner thigh to the tender juncture where his leg meets the torso, and finish up the knots. He trembles under your touch, arches as much as he can, fixated as he is. 

You raise from the bed and step back, admiring your handiwork. He’s splayed on the bed, thighs forced open, shoulders slightly drawn back and chest arched due to his hands being tied behind his back, his gorgeous long cock is throbbing hard, violet ropes drawn over his body like the edges on the luminous stained glass, he’s breathing feverishly from his parted, swollen mouth, silver-blue hair falling around his face like a tangled halo, his eyes a wild, delirious lavender. 

You sit back in a chair and watch over him with a smile, as he struggles and finally lets out, huskily. “What are you waiting for?”

“I remember we had an agreement. I get you to the bed and leave you there by yourself,” you say, smirking, and meet his angry glare.

“You wouldn’t,” he grits out.

“Why not?”

“You wouldn’t…” he stops himself, takes a deep breath, licking his lips, realizing that saying ‘You wouldn’t dare’ could only spur you on. “What would you gain from it?”

He really thinks that fucking him is the limit of human aspirations. You smile teasingly.

“Oh, for a start, I’d enjoy immensely watching you writhe and beg desperately like a common slut, my princeling. Maybe I’ll roll you onto a pillow and tease you until you start humping it like a dog.”

His eyes widen, horrified, breath catching in his throat at the imagined humiliation. Oh, this is too good. You should absolutely do it to him. But not today. Let him stew in this thought, be both aroused when he thinks about it afterwards and appalled at his own desire, let him wait with a baited breath if you do it to him for the next few sessions, be both relieved and - secretly - a little disappointed that you don’t. Then you can spring it on him when he least expects this.

It always pays off to play the long game with Ayato.

You don’t show your decision though, sitting impassively yet, watching him squirm.

“Don’t do it,” he breezes out, looking you in the eyes, biting his lip, almost anxiously for someone always so confident as him. 

“Convince me then,” you tell him with a smirk, move to sit on the edge of the bed, looming over him, but not touching.

“Please,” he manages, strained. “I’m so close. Let me finish.”

You scoff, lean down and run your thumb over his cheekbones teasingly. He trembles nonetheless, too overstimmed and wound up, raw and sensitive to every touch, his eyes hazy from desire, his breath laborious.

“Is that the best you can do? Is this your famed eloquence? If so, it’s not giving me much motivation.”

He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, licks his dry lips. When he meets your eyes again, he doesn’t look necessarily calm or collected, but focused, determined, his raw hunger sharpened into a thin cutting edge.

“Please, I want you to fuck me,” he says, his voice deep, low, shameless, almost purring. “Take me, fuck me hard, wreck me, I beg of you. I am yours to use.”

You can barely restrain yourself to let him finish the sentence before you claim his mouth. You move to position yourself between his legs and slide your strap\cock into him, slowly, but forcefully, in one long thrust. He arches under you and you drink a sweet, shuddering moan from his lips. You fuck him hard, quickening the pace, gripping the ropes that are digging into his hips, and his moans turn into erratic, desperate screams, his head lolling back helplessly

You lean down to him, slide your hand into his hair and tug, forcing him to expose his throat, close your other hand over his leaking cock, feel him choke on his breath and tremble feverishly, his open, tied legs shaking. 

“That’s right, come for me, baby,” you tell into his ear, his soft hair tickling your face as he leans into you. You roll your hips, cock buried deep inside him, and squeeze his dick. “Let me see you fall apart.”

He comes, crying out against your skin, trying desperately to thrust into your hand. You stroke him through it until pleasure becomes blinding as the pain and he starts trashing under you, whimpering incoherent pleas, completely unraveled. 

He goes limp when you slide out of him and get to untying the ropes. You get to the knots on his upper back when he turns to you over the shoulder, catches your mouth in a softly tired, lazy kiss. 

“How are you?” you ask, undoing the last knots. “Limbs didn’t fall asleep?”

“No, I’m fine,” he says mildly, but his fingers close on your forearm, asking you to stay close a little longer. You circle your arm around his shoulders in reassurance and he leans into you. You kiss his temple softly, and he smells of expensive perfume, sweat and an incoming summer rain, that didn’t yet catch you, but already echoes in the wind. 

You glance down at him, because he is too quiet, and sure enough, he’s thinking. And not just thinking, his lips are pressed, eyelids half-closed, but tight around the corners, brows furrowed just so. Oh no. This is the Strategizing face.

“Ayato, don’t do your fucking deluge thing or I swear to fucking gods! No, it’s not a suitable substitute for a shower, you absolute…”

“I wasn’t going to!” he laughs with an exaggeratedly affronted look, breaking the concentration. “You made your opinion perfectly clear last time, no need to yell at me again.”

“Then what are you scheming about?”

He doesn’t try to deny that he’s scheming. 

“I want you to choke me next time,” he says matter of factly.

“We’ve discussed this before. Your skin is too tender, marks are going to be too obvious.”

“I’m going to get a high-collared outfit.”

“Do they even make collars that go right under the chin?”’

“Of course they don’t,” he scoffs. “I will get one custom-ordered.”

You laugh. “Of course you will, your Highness. Is there going to be a new fashion trend in Inazuma city because the Yashiro commissioner really wants to have his pretty throat choked?”

“It’s a good look anyway, so I don’t see the problem. As a fallback option, there are some suitable paints I can get from our festival supplies. And of course, if all else fails I can always blame it on the assassination attempt.”

“I wish you were more careful about the assassins than the custom-made collars.”

“I don’t even get that many assassins these days,” he shrugs dismissively with one shoulder, the other pressed against you. “Just a few Fatui strugglers, grasping at the straws. They are bound to run out soon.” 

“I still don’t know if you’ve planned this thoroughly enough,” you tease him. “What if you cause an international diplomatic incident by accusing the Fatui of trying to kill you by choking and spanking your ass?”

You catch a sharp elbow under your ribs, but it’s worth it.

[frisyx]

Jks future wife: *giving birth to their child*

Jk: Babe, look at this new 'bring me back to life' meme I just found

Nurse hobi: haha, I get it

Doctor Jin: what's wrong with you peo– Oh, haha this is funny

Jk: IKR

The freshly popped out baby: hahaha, lol