#sorta maybe idk just being safe here

[apavlovs]

Enemies to lovers? Nah how about enemies to lovers to enemies again

extra rambles below ehehe

first of all these doodles are kinda old, I just forgot about them oops

Secondly some context— (in a nutshell) AU where people are infected with manipulative and ravenous parasites, Ivan accidentally created them one day and therefore infected Doc through close proximity (and unintentionally broke his heart too,) Doc went through his second villain origin story and now they’re divorced lol

the silly parasite au was made by @elebyte!! I don’t know all the ins and outs of it yet I just like pain

[evilminji]

Okay, but? I just thought of the funniest/best crackship/rare-not-pair?

Tianlang-jun+Su Xiyan+Shen Jiu+Shen Yuan

As in yes, the Shen TWINS. Who? Probably weren't/aren't twins? Like? Shen Yuan definitely just sorta shows up out of now where? Hauled back to the Sect by Shen Jiu, who DEFINITELY was an only child the last anyone knew of it, from like... a night hunt or visit to town? And he's like...

"Found a weird plant."/"Qi deviation"/"Killed a malicious blue window spirit. Possibly a god."

No, he will not explain. This is HIS now. No one look at HIS brother. He's keeping him.

Like? Yeah, they can kinda SEE that, Shen-shixiong. Maybe relax the death gri-? *feral street kid territorial hissing* MOTHER FUCK! Yue-shixiong! Come get your nightmare!!! He's biting! AND MULTIPLIED!

At least? The new one? Seems very nice?

.....naive, almost...

T-too nice....

Okay, they can see why Shen-shixiong was worried. The Fairies of Cang Qiong collectively side eye each other, nod, and agree to cut-a-fucker if anyone tries to Lewd the Baby. No wonder Shen-shixiong is vibrating with aggression and stress.

And like? Somehow? Hiding them on the women's only (with only the exceptions WE allow) peak? Cuts down on Shen-shixiong's infamous brothel trips? Like he still GOES, but it's more "visits with occasional stays" and less "constant stays over night"?

.......waaaaait a second.....

*turns around and actually looks at what he's doing on their peak, which is sleeping while girls chat and play music around him as his brother does someone's hair near-by*

Motherfu-! Shen-shixiong is a prettyboy! Brothels are full of women and have GUARDS! Of COURSE! Is he even SAFE on Qing Jing?! *furious note comparing with each other as dots start to come together*

Like? His reputation is still SHIT. Shen Jiu is still "the lecher" to outsiders and jealous men who CAN NOT comprehend being surrounded, constantly, by gorgeous women for any other reason then sex. But like? The Fairy peak knows. He's their bitchy martial uncle. The "Never marry and all men are bastards" uncle. The "Will tear a person's soul out and feed it to them, if they cross him or us" uncle.

You can totally hide behind him and go Nyeyeyeye~ >:P at someone and he'll still side with you if you do it sparingly enough. It's GREAT.

Of course, this would get Qi-shemei and Lui-shixiong fighting. Because Lui-shixiong is listening to his peak mates, who are PERVERTS. And are slandering the Shen's, INCLUDING their wittle baby A-yuan(!!!), by suggesting they are-! ARE-! *furious martial sister seething*

Shen Jiu decides? Discretion is the better part of Valor here. Night hunt time. Let's go, brother. I'll even let you look at the beast before I kill it.

They stop in town. Near the Guady Assholes territory. Shen Yuan would like to peruse the book sellers. Indulge his favorite hobby... ripping apart the plot of Bad Books. He is, after all, a bit of a hate reader at heart. He gets his "allowance" (what am I, a child?) (Yes.) (BROTHER!) and wanders off....

Oh! OH? A Most Handsome Man?! He looks like Luo Binghe fanart made real! But slutty and more playful? Rougish. N-not that he NOTICES such things! Because he is very straight. Only girls.

Tianlang-jun? Meets a cute book buddy while waiting for his girlfriend. He got them big ol startled baby animal eyes. Tears apart books like he's gripped them in his teeth and mauled until the books entrails fell out. VERY fun to tease! Hey, Yan-er~♡? How about a third?

*Su Xiyan looks Shen Yuan up and down, sees the clueless Bambi eyed/easily flustered blink, and kinda wants to ruin him*

Oh FUCK NO! Says Shen Jiu! Crashing onto the seen. His "someone is trying to lewd my not-a-brother-but-you-cant-prove-that senses" a tingling. BeGONE, harlots! You degenerates! You-! YOU-! SEX HAVERS!!!!

Well now... what a high stressed, vicious, mean, bitchy, highly competent yet pathetic little man...

*dual interest noises*

So begins there chasing the Shens. Shen Yuan going "idk, maybe we should-" and Shen Jiu going "DO NOT! Don't make eye contact! Don't BREATHE in their direction! Their sex having kind need NO ENCOURAGEMENT."

And? The Old Palace Master? Slowly but surely losing his SHIT.

Because? It's ONE thing, which is bad enough, to lose his Pwecious Su Xiyan to another. But to lose her to THREE? People are TALKING! Whispering! Suggesting she's a DEGENERATE! When EVERYONE knows it's that Shen Jiu boy! And that DEMON.

And!!! The BEST part of this Ship? The SINGLE BEST part?! Is!

WHO'S HAREM IS IT~?

Su Xiyan? The only woman? The clear "Top Energy" Queen of this whole polycule? Only one with the people skill, ruthlessness, AND common sense? Does she have a harem of pretty boys?

Or is it Tianlang-jun? The obvious choice? What with being the Demon Emperor. Did he just... decide he has a thing for Cultivators? Picked a pretty empress and a pair of twins on the side?

Shen Jiu? Is his beauty/seductiveness/lewdness THAT powerful? That he would somehow hook not only his own brother? But a HEAD DISCIPLE? And the EMPEROR OF ALL DEMON KIND?! He IS said to be a strategist...

Or the quiet dark horse, Shen YUAN? Mysterious past, beauty that hits you like a punch to the gut. Kinda makes you want to throw your life at his feet and beg him to take it. Wifebeams. Wife beams EVERYWHERE. Truely, only the most powerful could defend a place at his side.

Again, the Shen's aren't related. Shen Yuan Transmigrated. Shen Jui was just like "hey, thanks gods. I WILL take this Free Twin. Mine now! You are literally never getting this back!" After most likely SUPER MEGA DEATH murdering the System for trying to kill him. Shen Yuan's body is a construct. It might not even be human.

But they DO look alike! And since when has Shen Jiu ever explain SHIT?

@mayfay @legitimatesatanspawn @babbling-babull @hdgnj

[mikanotes]

goodbyes are sour

connor x gn!reader — 2.1k words

genre: angst sorta! mutual pining in denial

warnings: mentions of guns and killing, kabedon for the sake of science, connor unreliable narrator LOL u have feelings android man… maybe ooc idk. (wrote this w the idea of connor being deviant since the beginning bcs Yeah!)

synopsis: You meet Connor again. Turns out things are much more complicated when you aren’t working together.

author’s note: hi dbh fic?! i Love connor nd i’ve been writing this for a while (crazy since it’s rly short) but i don’t like it much… anyways whoevers alive in the dbh fandom have this!

“Detective.”

There’s just something about the way Connor speaks. The cadence, the pitch, the enunciation of each word. It’s painfully evident that he isn’t human. Everything about him is so machine-like that even his perfect, human-like exterior could not fool anyone. However it is something you got used to. Hearing the android speak your name and call you ‘Detective’ back a while ago felt somewhat unsettling. Now it’s so easy to recognize that it almost makes you feel at ease.

“Do you seriously think I’m an android? I don’t wanna deal with those fucking machines, either. I’d be glad if you put a bullet through them rather than me.”

Turns out hearing him fake being a human is ten times more terrifying than his android speech patterns could ever hope to be.

This was not part of the plan.

You were sent with a unit to patrol around the streets for any android who still hadn’t been brought back or destroyed. You weren’t a fan of this whole assignment, but felt better than the rookies who were sent out to shoot humanoid robots as their first field mission probably did.

It would be fine, is what you told yourself, because you didn’t feel anything towards Cyberlife’s creations enough to be completely uncomfortable with the idea of their blue blood on your hands, though it wasn’t ideal. You could manage. Until the first person you came across happened to be the one android you genuinely cared about.

“I don’t think he’s one of them…” one of your fellow officers murmurs next to you. You suddenly become very aware of the gun he, too, is holding and pointing towards the target. Fuck. As if the situation wasn’t bad enough.

At least this idiot’s performance seems to be fooling them.

You wait one second, then sigh on the second, and finally lower your gun on the third. “You shouldn’t be here.” you say casually, prompting your colleagues to relax and the atmosphere to lighten a little. Your heart is in your throat, however. “We’ve got orders to round up every android we see around here. You should go home. This isn’t exactly safe.”

“I know, I know.” he sighs, rolling his eyes a little, “I was gonna leave anyways, thanks.”

Your coworkers mumble to themselves about how disagreeable this guy’s attitude is and it’s enough for them to miss the wink the latter sends your way as he leaves. You almost regret not shooting a bullet through his head.

Still, you sigh in relief, setting your gun back at your side and running a hand over your face. You don’t think you can continue patrolling in peace. There’s one too many questions in your mind and the key to answering them is escaping from your grasp.

You take the phone in your pocket and pretend to get a call, moving it to your ear and looking at the members of your team. “I’ll join up with you later.” you say, gesturing towards your phone. They nod and walk away, and you do the same, feeling more relieved than ever that these people see you as a leader of sorts. They won’t question you on anything. You hurry towards the direction your so-called partner left to the moment they’re out of sight.

A rooftop door, stairs, and more stairs. You’re jogging down like you’re chasing a criminal on the run. You’re down to the fifth floor out of eight when someone grabs your arm and pulls you out a door.

“Wha—” you try to yell, but a cold hand settle over your mouth. Your body relaxes but your expression tenses. Connor. “Let me go,” you mumble incoherently, surprisingly succeeding in getting him to let you step away.

You sigh and shake your head, turning around abruptly. His ‘human costume’ (which really just was a grey suit jacket thrown over what should’ve been his Cyberlife uniform, glasses, and a cap to hide his LED) is already gone, replaced by his usual attire, just missing his jacket.

“What the hell was that about?” you ask, annoyed, pointing towards the staircase (back there, on the roof) and the android simply shrugs. “Connor.”

“I was undercover, Detective. I thought someone as smart as you would recognize that much.” he says, his tone back to normal. You’d feel relieved if he wasn’t being so irritating. “Was I wrong?”

Your face drops. “No. I figured as much. But what for?” you sigh, crossing your arms.

“Same mission as always.”

“Who are you chasing? Did you find the place?”

“I have no reason to tell you.”

It only clicks then that while you know about Connor continuing his mission after being laid off the case, you’re not part of it anymore. He had to be sent back to Cyberlife, and you should’ve been forgetting about him entirely. You’re still DPD, and you have orders to shoot Androids on sight— Which you clearly aren’t following. He’s right. He has no reason to tell you.

Still.

You grab his arm when he threatens to walk away. You’re not sure what you want to say, but you’re not done talking. He lets you. “Connor.”

“Detective.” he says. You straighten your back and sigh, not breaking eye contact. He tilts his head to the side and his LED flashes yellow for an instant. “You’re angry.”

Of course you’re angry. He’s infuriating. There’s something about how logical and dead-set on following every single rule he is that makes Connor the most annoying individual you’ve ever talked to. Everything he does has to be for his mission. Every single thing.

“Do threats work with you?” you ask blankly, “If you don’t tell me where it is, I’ll get Cyberlife to bring you back, and all that?”

When he takes a step closer to you again, forcing your back to press against the wall, and his LED does not even threaten to change hues, you’re taken aback. Just a bit. It’s the same kind of frustrated attitude you would’ve expected from a human after saying what you just did. But not Connor.

He doesn’t seem frustrated, though. And you know he can look annoyed. He just doesn’t. So he must not be. And you want to find what it is he’s doing exactly, stepping closer to you without even saying a word, but your brain feels like it’s short-circuiting at the distance between you two. You know he does everything for his work. Does he think you have new information on deviants? Does he really believe you would call Cyberlife on him? Is he using his stupid interrogation module on you? Whatever it is makes you even more annoyed.

The silence feels heavy. It makes things worse. It gives your brain time to process how this is making you feel and it’s no good at all. “What?” you break the silence, tone somewhat irritated.

“I’m trying to understand the reason why you’re so angry at me.” he explains simply, like it makes sense. His eyes narrow a bit and the LED at the side of his head flickers yellow for a moment. “And no, Detective. Threats don’t work on me. Not when I can tell you’re lying so easily.” he adds, quieter.

“Shut up.” you scoff.

“I dont think I will.”

“Connor.”

“— However,” he interrupts, “I can step away from you at any moment if you tell me to.”

“No.”

“No?”

What— No?! You register the word after saying it and sigh, face contorting into a somewhat pained expression. You panicked and said it, your mind processing his offer as him leaving you again— With no information and nothing to ease your stupid worries. Now it just sounds odd.

Is that embarrassment?

“You didn’t finish what you were trying to do, did you? You haven’t told me why I’m angry yet. Since you apparently care so much.” you say, tone sounding much softer than before. Your apparent discomposure took away all the bitterness from your voice. Interesting.

Truth be told, Connor knows why you’re angry. He’s not letting you in on the details of what he’s doing despite the time you spent working as partners a very short while ago. He’s spent enough time with people, and you especially, to know that after forming some kind of bond with a work partner, it would be frustrating not to receive information about their mission the way you used to from them—

Especially considering he was still chasing after something you both knew about. Jericho. But he cannot tell you about that. Not… Right now.

What he really was trying to do was evaluate how much of a threat you really could be to his investigation. He didn’t sense any hostility before and he doesn’t now, and you could’ve shot him but you didn’t. But it’s not enough. He needs more time— More evidence that it’s fine. That’s why he pulled you here in the first place. That’s why he pressured you to talk.

He needs to make sure killing you isn’t necessary.

“Because I posed a threat to the stability of your current mission earlier. You wouldn’t have been able to shoot me had I been discovered, and your reaction to your colleagues shooting me would’ve jeopardized your job itself.” he answers.

This reasoning would make sense.

“That’s not it.” you sigh.

Your heartbeat is slowing down. No good. Connor leans his arm on the wall next to you and moves closer. Your heartbeat picks up in speed. It’s almost alarming. He can tell all the details about your physical condition and deduce what you’re thinking or feeling based off of them, sure. But he’s no human. The way he views and comprehends emotions is registered in his system in a much more clear and logic-based way than it is in humans’ brains.

So maybe he won’t ever know why your heart beats so heavily against your ribcage. So he just has to pressure the right places and demand answers. He unfortunately can’t allow you to relax. He won’t get anything out of you if you’re calm. You’re much too turbulent for that.

Or maybe he’ll just have to ask. In a normal way.

“Detective, what’s wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me?” you scoff, eyes widening. Wrong question.

You seem like you want to be angry but something is holding you back from displaying just how much he gets on your nerves. You sigh deeply and look at him, “What’s wrong with you? You’re acting so weird. More than usual. Why’d you pull me here if you didn’t want to tell me anything? And I’m worried. What if you really did get shot? Wasn’t Cyberlife supposed to deactivate you? They wouldn’t have brought in another Connor this time. You’re off the case, you— You would’ve died!”

“Maybe.”

There’s circles under your eyes. There always are, but they’re more defined now than they were the last time he saw you. Now that you’re actually being honest, your whole voice and mannerisms betray any of your usual annoyed and dismissive facade. He didn’t think you cared this much, though he understands that some humans are quick to empathize. To a fault.

Now it’s clear he doesn’t need to eliminate you at all. Part of him seems to have grown fond of your company. He couldn’t risk that getting in the way of his better judgment.

“I only pulled you here so you wouldn’t pointlessly chase down the streets searching for me, since I made sure no one would follow.” he says, stepping back and giving you more space, “You’re a police officer. It doesn’t matter what you say you’ll keep to yourself or not. I can’t compromise. This is too important.”

You’re hurt, it’s visible. He’s saying he can’t risk trusting you. He figures that must not feel nice.

The sound of the radio attached to your side breaks this prolonged silence with the promise of separation. You take it, eyes not leaving Connor’s, and listen to your colleague speak. You tell them you’ll be right there. You’re not one to be late. He knows you’ll really leave this time— Too far away for him to hope to talk to you again, if anything goes awry.

You turn the radio off and put it back where it was. “Hope you succeed, then.” you say, bitter, and push yourself up to start walking away.

“Take care of yourself, Detective.” Connor says. Asks. The words come out before he can really think. Something about your voice and this whole atmosphere made him… Feel uneasy. Like he needed to say something. If this is how your partnership ends, he doesn’t believe it should be on such a sour note. He cares doesn’t dislike you at all, so why should it?

You stagger a little, seemingly stopping in your tracks, but moving again no more than a second later. “You too, Connor.”

Somehow, goodbyes had never seemed so sad.

[radioactiverats]

HII HIIII!! I just wanted to say I love your writing so much 😭😭 especially mentor!starscream x reader!!

i have a question—in future chapters, will we possibly get to see starscream getting jealous? SORRY IF THIS IS A SILLY QUESTION!!

again, love your art!!! ❤️❤️

Hello!!! Thank you so much for stopping by and leaving a message! <33

I think we're inevitably going to get jealous Starscream, I feel like that would be so fun to think about considering how possessive and protective he gets haha... The bond just hits different when they just have each other to rely on, sharing a space goes beyond physical cos this little world of two feels safe, which goes a long way in the Deceptions, so having something challenge that when he's really invested would be tasty >:)

For how jealous and jealous over whom, if I may humbly offer this prev ask for a little bit of "Starscream introduces you to his trine and Skywarp immediately chooses to poke the bear with a stick" in the meantime (tagging system who? 🥲). Skywarp def teases Starscream all the time over his soft spot for you, but as much as you like the others, the trine knows that Starscream was here first. Your bond is different and it's something that's just accepted/they don't intend to touch. So it's funny when he gets all prickly at teasing, but it's no direct threat. I'm wondering tho... Since the timelines are sort of thrown out the window anyway... If young seekers idolised (like football trading cards sorta??) some super powerful or famous seekers... Starscream among them, as Air Commander, but also... Sunstorm? I've sort of caught snippets about him being Starscream's "brother" in a way, near identical save for the... Idk how to put it... But Starscream cringing away from him feels like being confronted with a better, more preferable version of yourself and suddenly becoming hyper aware of the parts in your soul that are rotten. Canonically, he replaced Starscream as well... So seeker!reader's reaction to a visit from Sunstorm would probably provoke some interesting reactions from Starscream >:') That would def feel like a direct challenge to him. He's also such an overthinker but lack of "friends" means he doesn't really have anyone to put things into perspective for him (okay maybe Knockout would say something) and he can't let others know he's spiraling over not being your favourite. Lmao I want to see it happen (files this away to the drafts)

Now I'm also wondering about the opposite... Is it just because I want Starscream to reassure me that we are special to him and he won't ditch us for someone else hahaha no... I shan't say...

Ended up going off on a tangent.. thank you for giving me an opportunity to yammer on about Starscream some more (holding him up and gesticulating wildly)

[bakugoushotwife]

kinktober day twenty-five: biting kink

>>> oh yeah i got a new laptop! went back in and reformatted the other days so hopefully they aren't an eyesore but we back on track with choso here :)) he's so.....yum...he's so....biting coded idk

>>> starring: choso kamo x curvy!f!reader >>> cw: sorta dark content just to be safe, biting, a little blood, one spank, spitting, oral (f!receiving), doggy, uh kinda yandere coded i suppose, one kinda baby-trapping comment >>> wc: 3.3k >>> event masterlist:

choso is a family oriented man. it’s at the core of who he is, and everyone knows how important his family is to him—no matter how small said family was. his brother yuji meant a lot to him as his only “blood” relation and closest friend. he loves the guy more than anything. or, he thought he did. that was easy to say until he met you of course. choso was new to life despite his soul being over a hundred years old, and he had never experienced the emotions you bring him. the joy, the excitement, the true love. it amazes him and he’s still not quite used to all of it just yet, despite the several years that you’ve been together. 

you met through yuji during the height of his woes of war and the inner battles he fought against his own cursed brain—toeing the line between human and monster. at some point, he made peace with not belonging. he knew that yuji loves him and that was really all he needed. he didn’t have to relate to yuji’s struggles. his perfectly human issues, like running behind on laundry now that fushiguro is on a mission and isn’t hounding him to do it. he didn’t have to relate to the emotions of love and worry and anxiety or jealousy, not until yuji introduced him to a fellow sorcerer—a kyoto school alumni. you were radiant. like a captive ray of sunshine. he hadn’t experienced such warmth in his chest, blossoming across his face. what was this? he missed your name. he was too busy panicking over introducing himself and how he would do so that he’s already made a complete fool of himself by the time he bows at the shoulders and gives you a gentle whisper of his name. 

you miss his name too, he was much too quiet. you look to yuji, and he clarifies. “my brother, choso. the one i was telling you about!” he pats your back, and you do remember him telling you about his older sibling. by the time choso’s lifted back to his regular posture, he’s convinced yuji’s probably only revealed the most embarrassing things about him and that you would be put off just by the knowledge of what he is. but when he looks at you again, you’re smiling. you give him your hand instead of bowing, repeating your name and cheerfully offering to show him around kyoto city. 

he was so glad he accepted. that warmth in his chest never went away. you were so addictive. you didn’t bat an eye at his awkwardness and you seemingly took pleasure in teaching him any gaps he had yet to experience. that day, when you showed him around the city–he had no clue what it was that he felt for you. he followed you around your town, touring shops and exploring scenery with you, with no trace of embarrassment. you were easy to get along with, naturally talkative and entertaining—he learned a lot about you that night. you were captivating. you were standing at a natural pond, pointing out some cranes and spouting off facts about their mating cycles. he had no clue what half of it really meant, but he liked the sound of your voice and the excitement shimmering in your eyes. he knew he wanted to feel this warmth again. he never wanted it to go away—his body was buzzing with the feeling of being alive. he’d never had that before. it was you, it had to be you, maybe that was your cursed technique. but either way, choso was hooked. 

“you’re beautiful.” he blurted out in the middle of your educational rant, and he’s not sure what made him say so. clearly you were gorgeous—but the confidence to confess it was something he was sure he would lack forever. maybe his brother had rubbed off on him, after all yuji was very outward with his affection for his boyfriend. but you weren’t choso’s anything. he just met you. and if he hadn’t left an awful first impression, he was sure he had made things way to awkward for a first interaction now. 

but you giggle. he likes the sound. it was warm like that feeling in his chest. you turn to give him your attention then, and he really gets to see the gentleness in your eyes. so free of judgment, so soft as they look over him. he’s sure he’s blushing again. 

“so are you.” you grin, one side of your mouth higher than the other. he’s entranced by it. but he’s not the only one affected by this first time encounter. you were amazed by his kindness. he was easy and gentle, not to mention ethereally gorgeous.he was tall and broad, and even though he was covered head to toe, you could tell by the veins in his hands that nothing but strength and muscle lurked beneath his oversized sweater. 

that really sent him reeling. what does he say to that? he’s never been in this position before and yuji certainly didn’t give him any pointers. he could only follow his overly-forward example in his established relationship. “i like you. i want to see you again.” he tucks his hands in his pockets and scuffs his boots over some dirt. 

“like a date?” you ask, brow raised and hopeful. it had only been a few hours of wandering together but you liked the calm tranquility he brought—along with that strikingly handsome face. 

date. date? he knows what that is, he remembers something about these. it’s where couples spend time together! but you weren’t a couple yet, so… was that different? he could ask later, right now you stare up at him expectantly—and he can’t say no to that look on your face. “yes. romance.” he nods, and you smile softly at the attempt.

though romance you he did. he must have learned a lot in the weeks leading up to your official first date, because from that point on choso never ceased to amaze you. he surely didn’t know everything about being a boyfriend, but you made things pretty easy on him. he mostly acted off of instinct, and where that failed him–you made sure to keep him informed on how to love, console, talk through his feelings, and navigate any other bump in the road along the way of your beautiful three years together. 

you taught him how to embrace his intimacy, too. and boy, is that his favorite way of loving you. he is clingy and possessive–you’re the only person alive who could evoke such neediness from him, of course he wants to stay near you always and make his claim on you as visible as possible. hasn’t he already established how beautiful you are? i mean your nature and beauty alone was enough to bring someone like him out of his shell. he can only imagine what effect you must have on lesser men. 

he never imagined that lesser men would include your male coworker— partner. even worse. he may be unfamiliar with several things that this life has to offer, but the concept of a work husband was not lost on him. especially when it comes time to pick you up that day. choso always liked to pick you up. he liked to see you as soon as possible number one, and number two he liked to make sure his presence was still well noted around your infested office. he picked a good day to stop by, apparently. your partner had you trapped in your chair—his body wedged between your desk and any escape. choso could tell by the look in his eye that his intentions were anything but pure–and clearly the healing bruises peeking up over your collar weren’t enough to let the pervert know that you were more than spoken for. 

you could feel his energy as soon as he rounded the corner, and your relief was clear. you slump into your seat, ready for your loving boyfriend’s rescue from this horribly awkward conversation. your relief doesn’t last long. the look on your boyfriend’s face was that of pure rage, his eyes a dark purple flame. your pesky coworker seems to feel the perilous stare. he wheels around to be met with the boyfriend you warned him about, and he opens his mouth to make excuses. 

“leave. don’t talk to her again.” he utters from your doorway, making sure the man had to walk past him to obey his requests. “want kids one day?” he threatens, raising his brow, his face a nasty scowl. the guy backs aways from you immediately, tucking his head to slide past choso and pray that his sliminess doesn’t get on his clothes. choso growls a little upon his exit, slamming your door shut behind him. your kind and gentle boyfriend was in the backseat of his own mind, and you knew it. he was blinded with jealousy—though he trusts you with his life. it just disgusts him that anyone can picture you in the way that’s only meant for him. if he could, he’d make sure no one could even look at you, though that’s far from an achievable reality. he stares at you, the fire dimming in his eyes only slightly since you were not the source of his rage—but you would surely be the resolve of it. 

you could tell what he was ordering you to do without him having to say a word, and it wouldn’t be the first time that you’ve let choso fuck you in your office. it excites you to see him so controlling. you unbutton your blouse, moving from your office chair to the desk to present yourself for him. he growls approvingly, thumbing over his bottom lip as he admires you. you’re already a patchwork of bruises in various stages of healing—and thanks to your overzealous partner, he’d have to add more to the collection. 

“just panties.” he orders in that low silken tone of his. you can see the imprint of his cock steadily hardening against the casual black jeans he chose to wear today. your mouth nearly salivates at the thought of how rough he was about to be with you as you grip at the sides of your pencil skirt, yanking it down your legs and into the floor before you move for your bra—sighing at the relief of your free chest meeting the cool air. he nods, tugging at the neck of his shirt to remove it. 

your body just puts everything in overdrive. every need to take you and mark you up intensifying tenfold. you are perfect, sultry little lips, a perfect rack and curves for days. he knew he was hardly the first guy to fantasize about you—but he had to make sure he was the only one taking up your thoughts. you shudder at the reveal of his chiseled top half. he was so bulky despite first impressions, huge biceps and thick, veiny forearms. his chest was wide and pecs defined, he was a god. your legs shift wider in subconscious accommodation for him and he’s pushing his jeans down and giving you a half-lidded smirk—enough to make your panties stick to your cunt in anticipation of him. he grabs your chin, giving you a harsh kiss. he was so dual, so easy with you one moment and brutal with you the next, it was everything. he gnaws at your lip, shoving his thick tongue into your mouth, licking over the walls over your cheeks and tasting the bitter energy drink you’ve been sipping on your tongue. he chuckles when he pulls away, your lip puffy in the spot his teeth met. 

“so pretty even your coworkers want you. what am i gonna do with you, sweetheart?” he sighs, sinking to his knees. he rubs you over your panties, enjoying the squishy mush he feels waiting for him beneath the fabric. you kick your legs on either side of him, leaning back on the desk to get more of that feeling, his fingers temporarily hooking on your clit with each pathetic little roll of your hips. “only this wet for me though, right?”

you nod vigorously, parting those swollen lips to plead your case. he swipes your panties to the side and loudly spits against your clit. his other thumb comes in to spread the nasty lube. you clamp your mouth shut again at the feeling of his digits stroking over you, your studious boyfriend having learned exactly where to touch you through your times together. you shudder instantly, body responding through jerks of your legs and trying to shut them around his head. that only makes him move his fingers all together, leaning in to suckle your clit in between his teeth, biting at the sensitive nub. you can feel his hair rub against your inner thighs, the warmth and wetness of his mouth making you look around for a way to ground yourself against the rapid stretching elastic feeling in your core. his hands find the dimples of your thighs, kneading at them and groaning as he flicks his tongue against the nerves now—memorizing the patterns and speed you liked best like this quick figure eight he was doing now. 

one hand grips the desk, your other coming up to grip at his black pigtail, whisper-chanting his name as helplessly grind on his face. he knows you won’t last much longer, and he knows exactly how to push you over the edge—letting his fingers take the place of his mouth so he could occupy his teeth with the plush skin of your inner thighs. luckily you love it, his sick need to brand you in the most dangerous way possible—loving the message it sends. you squeal as he sinks into your flesh, seeing stars from the combining sensations. 

“choso!! cumming, oh shh—” your mouth drops open, the shocks coming over you in waves. if he was in a kinder mood, he’d work you through the onslaught and let you sit on his length, working you both out in such a delicious fashion. but he’s insatiable, and one of those sweet squeals from you is not anywhere near enough. he stands back to full height, pulling off those soaked panties and letting them lie forgotten along with the rest of your clothes. you’re so gone already—so beautiful and blissed out in the way that you have taught him exactly how to do this to you and no one could be as attentive and cater to you like he does. you look up at him so sweetly, you’ve given over your entire body for him to decorate as he sees fit—and your neck doesn’t have his teeth marks in the delicate skin where everyone can see. no, he had been a gentleman so far, keeping everything coverable–tasteful peeks available depending on the work shirts you chose. he thumbs over your lip, scraping his teeth over your jaw and nipping at different places just enough to bruise, loving the blues and reds left in his wake. he knows to be careful, to avoid your carotid–no one’s more in tune with blood flow than he is. so he picks his spot, laving his tongue over it as his fingers play in the mess between your legs, making you gasp and hump into his hand again like the eager little girl you are. you scream out his name when he bites, the iron tang of blood dripping on his tongue and down that pretty neck of yours. you kick your feet, the pain so deep but so good—connected directly to the panging need in your cunt, you can’t deny that his kink is one you share. 

you can see the red staining his teeth when he pulls away to look at the little streaks running down your skin–just enough. he would never seriously hurt you, and he knows that you love to be bitten and branded as much as he loves to do it. you grin at the sight of him, blood on his lip and desire burning in the place of his earlier rage. he turns you, helping you lean over your desk so he could see what marks needed to be replaced on your ass. he licks his teeth, several had healed up and disappeared to his distaste. he slaps the supple skin, making you jump a bit with giddiness—some dizziness even. you push against your wooden desk to feel his warmth, his large hand enough to sting your whole cheek as his teeth sink into the other. your eyes roll back a little, knowing this one had drawn blood based on the way he soothes over the indents with his tongue. it’ll be hard to sit on it tomorrow, but he compliments the brand with a few hickies surrounding the main piece, palming at your skin to soothe. he loves hearing you mewl and moan when he claims you, he loves seeing that glistening layer of your want for him on your thighs when he spreads your ass cheeks, grunting out just how happy it makes him as he guides his fat leaking cockhead to the eager entrance. 

he hisses and you moan when he bottoms out in you, giving you inch by inch without mercy. you press your cheek to the cool wood of the desk, only able to feel the heat of your body and his hot cock sliding in and out of you. you can’t speak, he fills you too well. he’s angled too perfect, hitting every spot over and over to make you stupid—unable to even hold yourself up any longer. he loves using such a brutal pace on you, thrusting powerfully enough that his balls slap against your bruised ass. you clench down around him so tight he’s worried his cock might snap in two—but it’s so worth it for the animalistic moans spilling from your throat every time he nudges against your cervix. you look so cute beneath him, clawing at the desk and screaming his name in those silent yells. 

“is this my pussy? tell me who’s pussy this belongs to.” he grunts, pulling your arms behind your back. you arch to fight against the depth he’s getting, only to give him more with your squirming. he tightens his hold to keep you still, using his other hand to pull your hair up for a clear answer. you inhale sharply at the pain, the feeling so blissful you can feel another elastic band stretching thin inside you. “asked you a question, sweetheart. speak up.” 

“yes–” you choke out, trying to collect your thoughts in between the loud beats of your heart and throbs of your pussy. “all yours, ‘s your pussy chos–choso!” you cry out, the rubber band snapping as he finds the weak spot of your womb. 

“that’s my good girl, want my pussy to cum for me.” he squeezes your wrists in one big hand—freeing your hair. you gasp out, nodding eagerly as the release comes gushing, your series of babbles and squeals enough to do him in. he slams his cock as deep as it will go–hoping to one day mark you as his in the most obvious way possible as his seed spills into your insides. he rocks you both through it this time, a sign that your boyfriend was returning to normal after receiving the cure to his sour mood. his soft hands caress the curves of your waist as he stills, catching his breath. you lay beneath him in a dream state, blood on your body and traces on the table and on his own person. he chuckles a little—hopefully your partner, and any other oblivious skeez, gets the point now, if your screaming didn’t run them out of the office.

[dragonzfanfics11]

Request - i think it would be interesting if like someone did an au where kit survives (maybe is made to come back alive to learn about being human, a part for his last sacrifice and his karma) and he meets the reader. Maybe it’s the next year and reader moves there and meets him. Imagine the fluff and angst because his trust issues are all over the place but he also knows what he did was wrong. Idk I think it’ll be a fun dynamic to go through with him learning more how to be human and reader isn’t really scared when they find out just thrown off guard (either they can be normal or have some background with magic) Either way can’t wait! @venture-venus

I almost completely forgot about this request 😭

For this I'm js gonna say kit survives and js kinda has to move on from jentry and that sorta thing, also just human reader unless you wanna make yourself have powers go ahead lol (should be pretty neutral for powers or no powers)

Warnings - awkward-ish kit, some trust issues, reader either knows a little bit bout magic or likes the demon or otherworldly stuff, probably spelling errors

(That was so long lol, here's the actual writing now)

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ ~☆-how you met-☆~

After jentry,michle,stella, and Ed saved the town (with some of kits help) kit agreed he'd leave jentry alone and try to make new frends /find his own group of people

Which apparently proved itself to be kinda hard for kit because he didn't know who to try and talk to

What if they hate me? What uf they get scared of me like everyone else? How am I suppost to tell them I'm a demon? What if,what if, what if

All of his 'what ifs' definitely made it so much harder for him to just "be human" and make friends

That is until he met you

After trying to make friends last year he kinda knew the faces of most of the other students

But you he's never seen before, and he felt like maybe this is his chance, your new and probably needed frends anyways so that's good odds for you to be his frend right?

Your first few encounters with him were definitely a bit awkword

All of the other people he got close with were technically "targets" or people he had to manipulate into trusting him for there qui (is that spelt right?)

He didn't actually know how to make frends without the whole "manipulation" part

But he was at least nice! It was honestly kinda cute the way he would stumble over his words and fidget with his bag or rings

~Finding out he's a painted skin~

It definitely took him a long time to actually get courage to tell you

And it's safe to say he was terrified

Depending if he made up with jentry or not she'd probably help him tell you or at least give him a pep talk

he was also completely shocked when you didn't try to run away in fear or even look that scared of him really

He was even more shocked when you walked twords him

(He probably backed up a bit just out of reflex)

After he processes your not scared of him (it probably takes him a good while for it to fully set in) hes beyond relieved

Definitely still has some fear talking about it/awnsering any questions you have about his demon form

After a while (prob a long while cuz he's still scared) he'll show you how he makes his skin suit-stuff

Only if you wanted to of course he wouldn't want to make you throw up or something 😭

~Random headcanons cuz I think they cute :3~

Stutterd constantly for a good month or so, like once evry conversation

Still kinda does when you ask him random things about his demon form/demon stuff in general

Still is happy to awnser your questions though

Probably asked about human traditions and stuff to get a better understanding of being human

Hes asked you to help him find a outfit style that fits him at least once

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

I hope that's what you were expecting!! Sorry for taking so long to write it I've been busy 🥲

Also this doesn't mean my requests are open but I might open them later maybe idk :P

[squinch-depraved]

omg you should definitely do the nsfw alphabet prompt with cooper!! need more coop content >_<

hihi i've actually been thinking about doing this for a while so here we go (incredibly self indulgent as with all my cooper fics)

A (aftercare- what they're like after sex): i feel like cooper is super sweet after sex, he'll grab you water and help you shower if you need, and he always makes sure to pack a bowl for you afterwards

B (body part- their favorite on themself and their partner): i think cooper likes his eyes a lot. they're really pretty and i feel like he knows it. you make him like his nose more than he used to, though. and on you, i think he's a big fan of either your ass or your thighs

C (cum- anything to do with cum): this dude is obsessed with cumming on you, i just know it. chest, face, stomach, back, he loves seeing you covered in his cum

D (dirty secret of theirs): this man loves somno idc he also jerks off in bed when you're sleeping and is so ashamed of it he feels so guilty but finds it so hot

E (experience- how experienced are they): i mean, he's not inexperienced, but you for sure teach him a lot. like he knows what he's doing sorta but you show him how to do even better (he was already an expert munch u can't change my mind)

F (favorite position): doggy.

G (goofy- are they serious? humorous? etc.): for fucking sure he jokes around during sex. like not constantly but whenever there's a dull moment or something doesn't quite go right, he's there to make you laugh

H (hair- how well groomed/does the carpet match the drapes?): i get the feeling he doesn't really trim or shave or anything like have you seen his messy fuckin skater boy cut you can't convince me he gives a fuck about what's going on down there unless you ask him to

I (intimacy- how romantic are they?): he's for sure a romantic secretly like he loves being soft with you half the time he's super sweet and lovey dovey and the other half he's lowkey rough with you

J (jorkin' it- how often?): daily.

K (kink/s?): i think he would have an intox kink idk also like i said, somno

L (location- favorite place/s to have sex): for sure his car either at the beach or at the skatepark, or at his desk. also prob couch

M (motivation- what gets them going): seeing you in his clothes, you laughing at his jokes, seeing you exhale smoke

N (no- turn offs, dealbreakers): anything while he's streaming

O (oral- prefers giving, receiving? skill level?): i said this in another post but i don't think he can pick. also see above expert munch

P (pace- fast & rough? slow & loving?): depends on the situation but usually fast, if you're both super high and cuddly he'll be really soft and gentle

Q (quickies- their opinion on them): loves them whenever he has to take a break from a highcraft session

R (risk- are they down to experiment?): i think he'd be down to try stuff for you but is a bit worried when it comes to hurting you in any way or doing things in public

S (stamina- how many rounds? how long do they last?): two to three rounds maximum, lasts like 20 minutes each time

T (toys- do they own toys?): maybe a vibrator for fun with you and i could see like a fleshlight for when you're not around but not much else

U (unfair- do they like to tease?): oh my god he's such an asshole he teases you 'til you're crying and desperate when he feels like it

V (volume- how loud they are): not super loud normally, i feel like he moans in your ear a lot but when he's really high and you're the dom he gets so loud, whimpering, begging, ughhhhh need him

W (wild card): would actually be willing to share you with his friends provided he was there and you felt safe, but he'd never admit that (unless he was wasted and you pestered him about it)

X (x-ray- under their clothes): 7 and 3/4 inches, cut, with untrimmed dark blonde hair

Y (yearning- how high is their sex drive?): super high when he's stoned, still relatively high when he's sober

Z (zzz- how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?): if high, he'll drift off after making sure you're okay within like ten minutes

[georgewashingtonsnudes]

~ Tainted Love ~ Dio Brando ~ PT. II ~

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3 (I may post the full version on AO3, but we’ll see)

a/n: Thank you to everyone who showed support on PT. 1, hopefully pt 2 is received well, still finishing part 3. I chose a different version of the same song bc I think the Marilyn version fucks. I’m thinking of compiling all three parts and posting on AO3, so lmk if you’d be interested in that. Again, I’m still new to this so don’t hesitate to tell me what I’m doing wrong, Anyways— enjoy this super drawn out bullshit, you vampire sluts.

Likes, comments, shares, and reblogs are welcome and much appreciated. Please let me know how I can improve from here. <3

DO NOT COPY MY WORK ANYWHERE

WC: 3,777

Summary: DIO saves reader from captivity and is now training them to use their Stand to endure torture/pain; but such a power can have many creative applications. They’re rewarded in the end for being a fast learner.

(If you care to read into the specs of the intended stand or you want a quick reference for better understanding while reading it’s at the very end of each part. If not…sorry? Idk dude.)

CW: 18+ NSFW warning minors/ageless accounts DNI, p0rn w a plot, sort of a song fic, GN reader/Gender not specified (they/them/their pronouns used), (AFAB sorta? Just to cover my bases), reader is a stand user, inappropriate use of stands, prior to stardust crusaders, lots of positions, begging, degrading (more so tough love), praise, sub reader/dom DIO, hair pulling, lots of teasing, edging?, no direct smut in pts. 1/2 but very heavy nsfw (they hold hands), dry humping/grinding, mention of naked body (again body is GN), blood play [LOTS OF BLOOD], breath play?, choking, punishment, heavy biting, scratching, clothes ripping, pain/endurance play, maybe a little bit of Stockholm syndrome/yandre (idk if it qualifies but just to be safe), use of pet names (dear one, pet, my lord, master, lord god, maybe others), idk how to do tags lmk if I missed any ahhhhh.

Please don’t do these things in real life unless you are a consenting adult with another consenting adult. Please be wise and safe <3

Heart pounding erratically, they leaned further into his chest, his arms still holding them wantonly. Darkness bled into their vision, limbs alive in a blissful tingling, like stardust swirling just beneath their skin. Their consciousness a blur, seemingly floating above themself in a heavenly cloud of delight, bone-chilling fingertips seared against their burning skin—bringing them back to reality. His face began to traverse their bloodied bust, cleaning his mess with a hurried tongue as springs of carmine leaked like a Venetian fountain.

Exploring further, his hands danced across their exposed stomach in a deliberate, almost hypnotic way, leaving a trail of burgundy in their wake. The pigment, thick and foreboding, latched onto them like a second layer of skin, delicately shimmering under the candlelight. With a gentle, practiced hand, he glided his fingers across the hem of their ruined intimates, soaked with a deep layer of blood, priming for his next move.

Hands falling limply to their sides, DIO continued to enrapture their body, leaving no space—no air—between the two of them. Expecting rash defiance, thrashing, writhing, and agonized begging, he waits, golden eyes finding their heaving chest. Messily adorned with ruby, their listless body reclined like a forgotten dream, half-formed and drifting in that space between sleep and restlessness, the world around them gently flowing in the stillness of his embrace. As though DIO’s figure beneath them was a part of their very being, their body melted into his, languid and serene, filling his chest with pride.

“Tell me,” he whispered devilishly close to their ear, his dark voice breaking the heavy silence between them.

“Is it that you have a proclivity for masochism,” cold fingertips teasing at the latex strip, “or are you simply too naive to comprehend what a compromising position you’re in?” Dipping ever so slightly past the hem, he hooked the border of fabric around the tip of his finger. They remained silent, basking in his divinity.

Gently dragging a finger along their waistline, his knuckle pulled another line of vermeil along to mirror the band. “Any person with their sanity intact would tremble in fear in such a vulnerable state, testing death, but you...” casting his gaze along their body, like a hunter analyzing his prey, “You’re so pliant, so still, trying to remain silent,” his hand stopping adjacent to their navel, “you’re waiting for more—aren’t you?”

Bringing movement forth again, he pierces the surface of their flesh with a single nail, their eyes snapping open, meeting his own brilliant shade of amber. “What does that say about you?” Trailing the nail alongside a parallel gash, carving an equal line of much more permanence. But instead of a pained cry falling from their plump lips, a long moan was pulled from deep in their chest, wrenching their head forward with a gasp of relief. As if he had released an excruciating build up of pressure within them.

“What a curious thing—my dear one.” Retracting a finger immersed in a deep cherry, he returned it to sit at obeying lips, opening and closing gently around it.

“Listen now and closely,” pushing his index further against their tongue, “I will not allot for insolence, so if you believe in nothing, believe this: you will always be shown the consequences of crossing me.” Using the leverage of his hand in their mouth, he brought their head back against his substantial shoulder, his other hand still firmly in place on their neck.

“I wonder how long this game will last. How far can you be taken before you break?” Burning spread across their neck as the tips of his fingers moved along the ridges of their broken tissue. “Will you beg for my mercy, or will you try to defy me? Either way, my victory has been predetermined.”

Seemingly thinking aloud, his train of thought danced around the possibilities of how he could break through them, never alluding to his true vision. Drawing back his finger from their pouted lips, his thoughts spun, flitting through every possible scene in his mind, finding the right path.

“We both know you’re playing a game you’ll never win." As their doe-like look locked with his sharp gaze, his direction became clear to him; a plan had formed. “But by all means, go ahead. Persist in trying to impress me; it may just work if you can prove your devotion.”

A now clean hand traveled back down to the last of their clothing, gripping the cincture tightly at the hip. “But here is the truth your naivety has blinded you to—“ In one fluid movement, he shifted his hand forward to rip whatever remained to preserve their decency.

“Your resistance is futile.”

Completely exposed to him, they dropped their full weight into his arms, entirely submitting to his will. “Keep testing your limits; be my guest, but it is only a matter of time before you realize this game was never for you to win.” The ice-cold hand on their neck began to wistfully snake through their hair. “It was simply for me to play with you, my darling toy.” Their stomach fluttered at the notion as his fingers interlaced roughly with their tresses. “And what a quaint little doll you are.”

Feeling their soul nudging at their walls of security, they pushed back at the Stand that tried to bring itself forth. The floor beneath them began to quake, shaking both of their bodies tightly entangled with one another. Fighting every human instinct that would tell them to fight, to flee, to beg for their life, they submitted to whatever he could deal.

Pain. Ecstasy. Torture. Euphoria. Death. Heaven.

Willing their stand’s compliance, they tried to force their spirit behind lock and key. Instead, sending the vibration elsewhere.

“Your impotence is simply charming, admirable even—and that is precisely why I can’t wait to watch you crumble.”

Redirecting the feeling inwards, their body began to shiver from the inside out, muscles twitching uncontrollably. Auburn-flamed candles seemed to beam brighter than before. Smelling warm frankincense married with the coppery red that covered them both, their senses exploded. A pin drop could be heard, with the only accompanying sound being their ragged breathing, shuddering from the quake under their skin.

Diligent fingers danced across their scalp, leaving a numbing tingle in their trail. His free hand teased along their bare skin, fingertips exploring their exposed body, sending a shiver through their veins. Holding their neck as their shaking began to steady, DIO’s patience wore thin, punctuating his eagerness with a sharp nail into their collar and gripping their hair tightly. Overwhelmed, their cry shattered the air, unable to withstand the myriad of sensations running along their nerves.

Voice jagged, their wail softly melded into a moan as they leaned into the sensation, concentrating a resonance overload within their chest. The sensation was unlike any other; searing pain bled out to different reaches of their middle, consistent and never growing; it spread like a shiver rippling down their spine. An overwhelming elation washed over them as the pain dispersed, the shaking dissipating throughout their body in a soft tremor.

Their focus was broken by a melodic sound flowering in their ears, his placid laugh, insincere but gentle. Coveting the sound, they locked the echo within a chamber of their ears, repeating like a song as raw, searing pain bled down from their neck once again, their concentration altering. Arching his back, he relied on gravity to hold their bodies together as his hands fell from them. As if nailed to a cross, their limp arms spread across to each side of his chest; letting the force that held them have its way, they slid down his body.

In an unnoticeable movement, he slotted both hands in the crooks of their hips, legs wrapping securely around his hips, pressing them firmly to his lap as he moved their bodies forward. Face threatening to meet the unforgiving marble, a golden apparition cushioned their impact before swiftly disappearing as they reached the floor. A stillness washed over the room while he leaned back, assuming his former position.

Willing the world to wait, DIO’s eyes took their time devouring their nakedness, drinking in their motionless body. While one hand splayed itself across one side of their hip, the other, with deft fingers, charted a map of blood across their back.

“I can only imagine how frustrated you must be, dear one,” he said, time running short, his stationary hand clamping down on the pliant flesh. “You’re unable to see your abilities’ full potential.”

One.

Painting a rosy weave along the length of their back, his fingertips slowly began to dig deeper into their skin. Thin lines of blood brought forth from his touch threatened to fall, yet there was no gravity to pull them free. He only stopped when he reached the small of their back, placing his thumbs in the two picturesque dimples adorned there.

Two.

“I could help you—“ Abstaining from using his whole strength, his hand stilled, fingers curling possessively around their curves.

Three.

“But where would be the fun in that?” The hourglass his pawn—he played with them in the space between, pulling the strings of his delicate puppet.

Four.

Time resumed its agonizing crawl, prolonging their suffering and appeasing DIO’s self-indulgence as they choked back a cry. Their face twisted in anguish as scorching pain ran down their spine, DIO’s movements coming to a halt. His gaze couldn’t find a single place to stay, their breathless body becoming his own work of art, drawing the eye to each line on their back. How he wished to paint every inch of his perfect canvas.

Holding back their whines, trying to remain still, the pain throbbed and tingled throughout their back. Pins and needles adorned their aching muscles as they tried to regain their composure; in turn, Soft Cell released a harmonic blast from under them. The foundation of the room absorbed the collapse, sending a shockwave to shake the room beneath the two, face and hands pressed firmly against the trembling floor.

“Do not forget—“ his voice tranquil and tempered, “the longer it takes for you to compose yourself, the more difficult you will make this for the both of us.” Familiar words spoken with far more patience than he had ever exercised before.

“Understand this, dear one,” his nails harrowing their hips to punctuate the name, bringing a surprised yelp from them.

“I will not repeat myself again.”

Releasing them from his grasp, they croaked out a moan, hot breath fogging the glassy marble. Concentrating on the stark white floor, the rumbling from underneath began to diminish, seemingly retracting from the stone into their pounding skull. He remained still, nothing holding them together but shaking legs, threatening to release from around his trimmed waist. The absence of his hands crowded their mind with desire, desperation, and longing—their pain pushed behind a wall of want.

Yearning for the ice in his touch, they slid their hands away from the sides of their head and back to reach towards him. Fully absorbing all surrounding vibrations into their head, their traveling hands acted as a guide for the pulsating to disperse throughout the rest of their body. Radio static blurred itself down their spine, seeping into their arms, hips, and legs—unforgiving persistence matched with unrelenting lust, sustaining it within themself. As their hands were nearly even with their hips, their wrists were caught in his frigid grasp, breath hitching in their throat as he squeezed lightly.

“And precisely what were you planning to do just now?” Hardening his grip, he pulled them backwards, stretching the splitting skin on their back further in all different directions as he leaned to whisper closer to their ear.

“Ahhh, I see,” sighing playfully as if coming to a realization, “how gracious of you to help me use you better, dear one.” Chuckling lightly, he guided shaking hands to grip their ankles, pressing them as far against their rear as possible.

Their chest pressed harshly into the cruel floor, sensitive nipples hardening and bruising against cold tile. Muscles twitching uncontrollably, they squirmed pleasantly on his lap, making it all the harder for them to stop. As they tried to control themself, DIO could not pay their actions any mind, simply admiring his improved view between their legs. A sight for only his eyes, a tool reserved for his use alone, the filthy secret that hides their desire for him.

Frustration riddled their nerves as his hands left them again, pain returning to adorn each line he had laid across their back. Whining behind wired jaws, the even vibration they sustained began to fluctuate as their concentration fractured. Different volumes of resonance emanated through their muscles, dancing along their nerves, shockwaves pulsating inside of their bones. While certain parts of their body went completely numb, other areas were overcome with sensations of pain, sharp pins and needles, or tingling warmth under the skin that would make any man mad.

Refocusing their mind, the sensations in their body began to bubble up, threatening to explode. DIO studied each movement and sound as his hyperaware nerves followed every broken vibration, bringing an egregious heat forth when the reverberations met the space between his thighs. With a satisfied hum he allowed the throbbing to settle into his lap, where they connected, slowly moving towards his growing need.

They try again to gain control of their stand while DIO sits in a satisfied silence, ogling at the way they writhe against him. Instinctively, they pushed into his waist, using his body as an anchor to ground their power. With a malicious laugh, he begins to push them down further onto his lap, hands completely encasing each side of their rear, their most sensitive area brushing against him. Guiding their waist, the vibrations sputter and whirl in their stomach, flowing down to where their bodies joined.

DIO gripped them painfully hard, firmness pressed between their legs; only his tightening pants separated the two. Gravity reaches their heart as Soft Cell’s power vibrates sinfully between their laps, a rouge rushing towards their heated cheeks. Switching the searing pain to pleasurable tingles became second nature in nearly an instant, achieving the vampire's sinister goal.

Control.

“It seems you finally understand, dear one.” He continues to grind into their center unapologetically, not nearly enough to pleasure them fully, but enough to make them hold back ragged moans.

Their knuckles whitened as their grip on their legs began to weaken, along with their will to keep their touch from finding him. They needed to feel his skin, disgracefully painted in their blood, a crimson damask draped against that gelid alabaster. Daring to look behind them, they turned their head despite the floor, remaining silent as their eyes locked, pleading with his. Clicking his tongue, he moved to grab their wrists again, trembling from the strain.

“Shhh,” as if to calm a sniffling child, his thumbs began to move against their skin, a comforting but calculated gesture. “Haven’t you heard that patience is a virtue? And that the greatest rewards in life are granted to those who wait?”

Pleading eyes let up their struggle at his proverbial words, slightly glinting at his prospect of reward. Any gift from their Lord would be well received, but imagining what a hard-earned reward could entail gave them a renewed hold on their ankles. With a satisfied chuckle, he moved to release their bruising grip, exhausted arms and legs hitting the floor. Matching his eyes again, they were met with cold amusement as he pulled them flush against his lap, sending their arms forward to brace themself.

Completely still, fearing him to renege on his words, they pressed their hands uncomfortably into the marble. As they regained their breath, curious fingers continued their leisurely dance across their skin, eyes still locked. Every move subtly becoming deeper and more sensual, each of them curated with deft precision in order to elicit their reactions. Intimidating golden eyes pierced through them, both theirs and his closing as he leaned close.

“You are quite the enigma,” he sighed in their ear, his body only a breath away. “So defiant, yet so responsive, a rare union. Then again, you have proven to be quite rare yourself.”

Gentle, methodical caresses passed along their sides, down their body. The fire under their skin burned as his languid touches became torturously drawn out, making them squirm. “Quite rare. And quite obedient.”

He placed two fingers at the junction of their neck before drawing a soft, slow line down their spine, pain erupting along their muscles.

“You are a most intriguing specimen.” They could only contemplate the odd compliment for a moment before a swift hand brought their attention back to him.

A strong sting breaks out against their rear, settling for a second as he returns to sitting straight up, only for another hard swat to join in the same place. Composure slipping, they yelped slightly at the first and inhaled sharply at the second. As they fought against a choked gasp, his hand rubbed soothingly against the bruising pain, stopping splayed against the fatty flesh.

Unexpectedly, his thumb began to reach towards the valley between their legs, halting to pull the plump skin aside, exposing their entrance to him. So small compared to what he had to give; the thought of it slowly stretching around him, rousing his lips to curve into a smirk. Moving gently, his delicate touch deceivingly dragged all the way down to cover each side of their rear before steadily piercing the skin with his nails as he spread them apart to expose them again.

“I look forward to breaking you.” His dearest pet, so oblivious, yet so shamelessly submissive to every sinful possibility he could consider a reward.

DIO’s mind wandered wildly, his eyes following suit, once more admiring his masterpiece. And taking his time doing it. Short, harsh spanks met their rear every so often, keen chuckles from behind following soon after. If his fervid chortle hadn’t sent a chill down their spine, his cold hands gliding up to find their neck surely would have. Pulling them back towards him sent a harsh puff of air from their lungs, the rushed movement catching them by surprise. Their imbalance would’ve sent them toppling, were it not for his arm securing strongly around their waist, stabilizing them tightly to his chest.

Still on his knees, he turned his face into the crook of their neck, opposite his hand holding onto their throat firmly. The thought of snapping it quickly appeared in his mind as he watched their heated face flush red. Blood pumping a mile a minute, the smell filling him with want. It left as quickly as it had come, their pulse racing under his palm, drawing his attention to their shaking body. Their focus had broken, eyes falling downwards to where their arms hung and laps met.

“Focus.” He commanded, fingers standing against their neck as if to play a piano. “Now.”

The new position brought a closeness that they deeply craved from DIO, their imagination running wild, debauched daydreams thoroughly distracting them. It took longer than either of them would’ve liked to revert from their lapse in concentration, both growing more impatient by the minute. With every second they waited, DIO stabbed his nails further into their neck, searing pain filling them despite this offense being sparing by past comparison. Droplets of blood fell before his eyes, dripping with precision onto his waiting tongue, nearly curing his boredom. Lapping the rest up, he pulled their body against him even further, drinking of them passionately. The thought of crushing them flickered in his mind as their blood danced along his tastebuds.

He could end their life now. End his waiting. Finish his meal. But that’s making the outcome sound much easier than it would be in reality. He’d lose his dearest pawn.

Enshrouding their body in his arms, he released their neck, holding them so fiercely he feared he may envelop them within his skin. His touch, his voice, his smell, his temperature, his growing need parted from them only by ruined pants, the burning pain his nails sent running along their nerves—it was all so much. Attempts to steel themself against their vertigo only pulled them further into the dizzying vortex, sending them into a maelstrom of sensation. As the whirlpool of feeling threatened to consume them, their body made an instinctive switch.

Focus. Now. Focus on him. Only him. Only his touch. His voice. His smell. His aura. His divinity.

Locked in a chamber of sound, his echoed words turned into a sweet hum, soothing their nerves and sending a comforting shiver throughout their limbs. The pain was non-existent, all feeling concentrated on the heated throbbing from where they needed him most. His tongue licked a slow, cold strip against their wounded neck—icy-hot pain muddled into needle pricks of pleasure as the feeling sunk deep into their bones.

DIO moved his hands about them, lingering where blood seeped out, adoring his work. He worked his hand around to their chin, pulling it to face him as his other arm went to secure them firmly to his lap. Their eyes locked, a passionate, frenzied gaze exchanged between the two as DIO began to flagrantly grind himself into them. Awestruck by his sudden indulgence, they tried to suppress a breathless moan, to little success.

A devilish smirk decorated his ornate face; eyes never ceasing their lecherous study of his prey. “Tell me, dear one,” his tone a gentle whisper laced with dark promise, “do you wish for more? Or are you content to merely endure?”

Pulse racing, they begged their exterior to disguise the desperate instinct they had to scream out for him. To beg. Beg for every inch of him. But they knew they walked a fine line—any game of his was a dangerous one; rewards were only granted to those whom he deemed worthy. Not just anyone who would grovel at his feet. Regardless of restraint, the need for DIO’s intoxicating touch became compulsory.

A sorrowful whine nearly bled into the shaky breath they let out at their eyes meeting, voice hardly above a whisper. “More,” their tone dripping with desperation, but eyes filled with trepidation. “Please, my Lord.”

Gazing down, he noticed a fierce desire, hidden yet sparkling, deeply within their hesitant eyes. “I beg you more, my Lord God.” Raising their voice slightly at the last three words.

Oh, how three syllables can sway God so quickly.

DIO’s smile only deepened, a hint of mischievous fulfillment embellishing his face. “Very well,” he purred, voice collected and still. “But remember, this is a reward, not a surrender. You will earn every touch, every sensation, every rapture.”

“Do you understand, Pet?”

Thank you for reading this far, you dirty thing, you. Please like, share, and reblog <3

Specs Summary

(TLDR: anything important to the plot or for quick reference is highlighted in pink.)

Stand name: Soft Cell

Power: B | Speed: C | Range: B | Durability: C | Precision: B | Potential: A | Overall: A

Appearance:

A multicolored, unsettling humanoid figure with a metallic body featuring glowing cracks and circular ripple patterns. It has only a jagged glowing scar across its face and semi-liquid chains around its wrists and ankles that fade into a dark mist.

Stand Ability: "Pulse of Dissonance"

Soft Cell manipulates vibrations and frequencies, influencing physical and emotional states.

Primary Effects:

1. Emotional Manipulation:

Opponent: Uses low-frequency vibrations to alter emotions, turning happiness into mania, fear into panic, and anger into rage.

Self-inflicted: Can affect the users mental state by inducing euphoria, anxiety, or rage.

2. Physical Manipulation:

Opponent: Vibrates objects or opponents to cause structural damage or disorientation. (Ie. shattering materials or inducing vertigo)

Self-inflicted: Can cause internal shuddering, disorienting vertigo, or chronic pain by focusing vibrations on specific body parts.

3. Harmonic Collapse:

Opponent: Creates destructive resonance waves, damaging anything within a 5-meter radius of the Stand.

Self-inflicted: Can result in self-destructive resonance or explosive disruptions within the user's body.

4. Combat Applications:

- Ripple Propagation: Attacks enemies by sending vibrations through solid surfaces.

- Tuning Shift: Affects specific targets while avoiding allies/vulnerable areas.

- Chamber Lock: Traps targets in a feedback loop of sound or vibration, immobilizing them.

Self-inflicted application:

- Enhances speed and strength through vibrations but risks self-imprisonment or internal strain.

Pleasure Applications:

1. Amplified Euphoria: Intensifies pleasure during intimate moments.

2. Sensory Misdirection: Shifts sensations to different body parts, enhancing excitement.

3. Pain Channeling: Transforms pain into pleasure, adding thrill to experiences.

4. Harmonic Resonance: Builds waves of pleasure leading to intense climaxes.

5. Nerve Distortion: Alters perception of pleasure, creating unique sensory experiences.

6. Ripple Propagation: Channels pleasure through surfaces, enhancing intimacy.

7. Emotional Manipulation: Deepens emotional connection during romantic moments.

8. Self-Induced Vertigo: Adds excitement through mild disorientation.

9. Pain Suppression: Ensures enjoyment by suppressing discomfort.

10. Feedback Loop: Intensifies and prolongs sensations of pleasure.

Weaknesses:

Opponent: Less effective against chaotic opponents, reduced impact in open spaces, and strong-willed individuals can resist emotional effects.

Self-inflicted: Requires precise control to avoid self-harm, less effective in open areas, and emotional resistance demands mental discipline. User must use careful precision as to not hurt allies alongside enemies during combat operations.

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure and its characters belong to Hirohiko Araki, I do not claim to own this work.

[briastar-artz]

I just watched Sonic 3 today and I loved it. Idk much about sonic games and series lore except for characters, but I am excited for the next movie!

Me rambling and a bit spoilers I think? Below!

Also Amy! I love her movie design, she's so cute! And the metal sonic ohhh. :0

And yk, idk if there's any name for the Team Sonic, but if they're going for a proper name, I think they should name themselves The Prime. Because the trio are primer colour, so why not?

Oh I just searched it up and their names are Team Heroes. Eh Team Prime Hero sorta cool still.

Everyone cries for Maria and Shadow, while I'm here crying for Stone and Eggman. (J, I actuallycried for Maria and Shadow) Them bro- I love them but Stone you deserve better and some break man!

Talking bout Egg Man, ain't nah he died. He survived the first time in the second movie, he can totally survive the second time. He probably have a ring with him who knows.

Same with Shadow too. If Sonic can survive being hit by a car. Punch by Shadow. And yada yada. So Shadow totally can do it too. Them are probably undestructable who knows? Plus he still have the chaos emerald. Or maybe even better or logical, Shadow probably use his teleportation to teleport himself and probably Egg man too to a safe place. Yeah!

Maybe I should try draw Sonic related things soon. Who knows?

B☆

Welp tq for coming to Bria's rambling. Now if you excuse me I'll be indulging myself with Sonic content. Peace out ✌

Edit: OH SHADOW DID SURVIVE I KNEW IT!! BUT HOW BOUT EGGMAN?? I'M BETTING HE DID TOO!!

[honey-on-your-tongue]

can you do a jake x reader smut where we have a huge argument and hes js so mad that he js fucks the anger out of the both of us? idk what else to say that js sounds hot as shit

😩😩😩😩😩😩

Sex as a solution to arguments? Yes please.

(irl it's not tho, babes. Keep that in mind 🙃)

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He's never back this late. He's never this late. Something must've happened. Something's wrong...

You chew on your nails as you pace your tent, heart racing, your thoughts eating away at you.

Where is he?

This isn't the first time Jake has gone on patrol at night. And it's the first time he's not back when he's supposed to be. But he's over two hours late...what could have possibly happened?

You're aching to hop on your ikran and find him, but you know the rules. You can't go out, you have to wait for him to come back.

It feels like years have passed by the time he finally shows up.

“Jake!” you gasp as he walks into your tent. You look him over, ensuring he's unhurt, finding a few bruises and a few scratches, but nothing major. “What happened?”

He gives you a sheepish look. “I, uh...Tsu'tey and I kinda got caught up 'cause we were chasing these palulukan off, and it sorta led us astray so it took a while to get back.”

You exhale sharply. “Again? You know your job isn't to mess around with the forest creatures, Jake. You're supposed to just keep a lookout for the Sky People.”

He shrugs slightly. “Well, yeah, but it's also fun sometimes.”

You can feel anger spark within you. “Fun?” you echo, crossing your arms. “I've been sitting here worried for the past two hours! And you're out having fun?”

He sighs softly. “I didn't mean to make you worry, I just—”

You scoff, cutting him off. “You never mean to make me worry. You always say so, and yet you keep doing it over and over again!” you snap.

“Hey, I've the right to go out there and have some fun. There's nothing wrong with that,” he replies, raising his voice. His amber eyes flash with frustration, his tail swishing uneasily.

“Maybe you could keep in mind the fact that I'm here waiting for you!” you yell back. “You're so self-centered, only thinking about having fun while I'm here wondering whether you're even fucking alive!”

He sighs. “You think it's intentional? That I leave you here to scare you?”

“I'm not saying that. I'm just saying you could be a little more mindful about me and maybe at least tell me beforehand that you're going to be late because you're going to be messing around with the forest creatures.”

“So now I have to report my every move to you?” he scoffs. “You want me to inform you of everything I fucking do?”

You exclaim, “That's not what I fucking mean and you know it. I'm just saying that it's not fair for you to leave me here, waiting for you without you telling me you might be late.”

“Even if I fucking told you, you'd make a big deal about it,” he snaps. “If I'm back late, you're upset. If I got distracted during patrol, you get upset. And apparently, if I don't tell you everything I'm going to do, you get upset.”

You exhale sharply. “You make it sound like I'm controlling you when you damn well know I'm worried for you.”

“Maybe you shouldn't worry. I think I'm old enough to take care of myself.”

“I'm just trying to help you!” you yell.

“Maybe you're only a burden instead of help!” he yells back.

You laugh bitterly. “That's it, then. You don't need me for anything else than to cook and have dinner waiting when you come home.” You sneer, but tears of anger and pain are welling in your eyes. “I see how it is, then.”

He narrows his eyes at you. “Don't you dare get that way with me, you know you're more than that.”

“How should I fucking believe you?” you yell. “All you have to show for how you feel are your empty words!”

“Just my empty words?” he scoffs. “I'm making sure this village is safe—that you're safe, and you complain?”

“Complain?!” you snap. “I'm worrying about you and you're being the ungrateful ass that you are!”

“I am not ungrateful, I just don't understand why you're so upset about this! It's my life, I don't have to keep you updated about everything, you know. I can take care of myself.”

You throw him a deadly glare. “I guess you'll always be human in that way, then. Because us Na'vi actually take care of one another.”

And that's it. The final straw for him. He loses it, anger flashing in his eyes as he grabs you by the throat and pulls you to him, roughly pressing his lips to yours.

“You—!” you exclaim, pushing him off you. He doesn't get to treat you that way and kiss it all away.

But he's stronger than you. He grabs you tight, holding you close, his lips forcing yours open and sliding his tongue into your mouth.

You gasp softly, hating how much you're enjoying this, wishing you had the willpower to move away. But you don't.

One of his hands starts going south, tracing over your torso, down your abdomen, to your pussy. He touches you through your loincloth, fingers pressing against your clit through the thin fabric.

You feel what he's doing and a semblance of sense pops back into your head. He can't treat me like that and fuck me and expect me to forgive him.

You bite his lip, making him grunt softly, but he holds you close, kissing you even though the taste of his blood invades your tongue.

He tugs you to him, holding onto your hip, his other hand undoing your loincloth before caressing your cunt, spreading your folds and touching you just the way he knows will make you wet.

You try not to, hope it doesn't get to you, but you find yourself whining, nails digging into his skin. “Jake—”

He shuts you up with another kiss before leading you to the ground. You're pissed, you want to keep fucking yelling and crying and making him angry. Instead, you let him. You let him take you to the floor, let him undress you, and in turn, you tug his loincloth off.

He chuckles darkly when he realizes that you're as eager as he is.

He runs the thick head of his cock between your folds, gathering the wetness at your entrance before sliding into you.

You whine softly, pussy throbbing around his long, thick cock.

“There you go,” Jake groans when his hips meet yours. “Oh, fuck.”

You grab onto his shoulders and he gives no warning as he starts rutting into you, the tip of his cock bruising your delicate cervix, each thrust knocking the breath from your lungs.

“Asshole,” you seethe between heavy breaths and little whimpers. “You're an asshole.”

“Shut up,” Jake says, pressing his lips to yours, kissing you like he's starving, like he's trying to tell you everything without saying a word.

You wrap your legs around his waist, your eyes fluttering shut, your body trembling as he fucks you.

You kiss Jake back with everything you have, all the anger, all the fear, all the love—all of it. You pour it onto his lips, your sharp canines dragging over his tongue when it slides inside your mouth, and he shudders softly.

He groans lowly as he breaks the kiss, moving his mouth to your neck. You mewl as he increases his pace, making your legs jerk with each hard thrust.

He bites on the skin of your neck, sucking on it, and you gasp. You already know the hickey you're going to have in the morning.

“This what you fuckin' needed, hm?” he says, biting you again. “You just needed me to teach you some fucking manners.”

You sink your nails into his back, making him grunt. “Stop fucking talking,” you seethe, your voice a mere whine as he continues to rut into you.

The sound of your soaked pussy is loud in your tent, the slap of Jake's hips against yours making you blush with the obscenity of it all.

Jake bites down on your shoulder, hard, and you fold your ears back, hissing softly. But the pain only adds to the pleasure. It makes you gasp and tremble, a heat spreading in your womb as he keeps fucking you.

You want to complain. You want to bite him and punch him and kiss him and tell him you love him. He's so infuriating, so fucking annoying. You hate that you can never stay angry at him, hate that he always finds the way to get your heart to soften for him. You wish you were immune to his charms, but it's damn near impossible for you.

You tangle your hands in his hair and pull, drawing his face to yours so you can kiss his lips. You feel him grin slightly as you do, his soft lips smirking into the kiss as you moan.

The pleasure within you is spreading, reaching across your skin like vines, taking root and making you see stars behind your eyelids.

You begin bucking your hips up, gasping as you feel yourself closer to the edge. You try to match Jake's pace, but he's going too hard for you to keep up. Besides, he's already fucked you half dumb, there's not much you can do but take it.

Jake can tell when you're going to come. He can feel the way your pussy grows tight around him, sucking him in, making it harder for him to fuck you. Still, he keeps going, relishing in the sensation of your slick dropping down his balls. He grunts with each thrust, ensuring he fucks you as deep as he can and in return, he receives your little whimpers and moans. He watches your face as your eyes roll into the back of your head, and he knows you're right there.

And still, the stubborn little thing you are, you bite your lip, trying to keep quiet as you come, but Jake fucks you harder, forcing you to let out a gasp followed by a loud moan that has his own orgasm nearing.

He continues to rut into you, again and again, groaning and gasping until he comes. His load fills you, making you shiver, and he's left caging you under him, your body trembling.

He pulls out of you, leaning on his knees to see the way his cum drips out of your swollen, raw pussy.

His eyes scan up your body until he meets your gaze, and something within him softens.

He crawls beside you, laying down at your side and spooning you. You cross your arms, obviously still upset, and he presses a few soft kisses on your shoulder.

“I'm sorry,” he tells you, his voice quiet and gentle. “I'm sorry. You're right, you're only worrying about me, and I'm being an asshole. I didn't mean to scare you, baby. I never do. Sometimes I just get carried away by the excitement when we're out in the field. But I promise it won't happen again. Truly.” He kisses the side of your neck, one of his hands caressing your hip. “I'm sorry, baby. I'm truly sorry. I'll let you know beforehand when I plan on taking a little longer out during patrol.” He kisses your cheek gently. “I love you. So much. And I don't want you to think that all I need you for is to take care of the house. You know you're everything to me. You're my sun and my moon and my stars. You're everything. Without you, I'd be empty. You know that. Please, baby, don't ever think that you're nothing but an asset to me. Because you're not. You're my woman, my wife, my baby. You're everything to me, love. I don't know what I'd do without you.”

You turn around to face him, your eyes softened.

“Do you forgive me?” he asks softly.

You smile gently at him. “You're forgiven,” you say.

Relieved, Jake leans towards you and places a soft kiss to your lips. He doesn't know what he'd ever do without you.

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@kamcrazy123 @yagirlheree @sweetllamaparadise @neytirishottie @crazy4books1

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[dredgen-dumbass]

Heresy spoilers (vaguely last week), thoughts on drifteris & a disclaimer lol

Closer to when my blog popped up I was asked if I shipped them. Reasonable question to some running a Drifter fanblog. I do not. I think it's worth reiterating with the sorta confirmation we got last week that I still don't. I think it could be sweet, but it's just never clicked. Maybe it will now, we'll see, but I'm not placing any bets.

In all honesty, I still want to read them as platonic, and I'm probably going to try, to whatever degree the game allows me. I think that's more a headcanon than just a different interpretation atp, but we ball. Stuff on here will probably follow as such, but I doubt it'll really matter? I just feel like warning y'all because I know there's tension rn and a good chuck of my followers ship them and I don't want it to be taken the wrong way that I don't. I have no spite about it. I just want to sit in my corner and enjoy it how I do lol.

This isn't really news. This is how I've always felt about them. I'm just not comfortable going radio silent about it to avoid going against the grain bc at the end of the day y'all can tune your own feeds if you're looking for something else. Make your space.

THAT SAID, if any of y'all take this post and run w/ it to trash on drifteris shippers you're getting blocked. My mentality absolutely goes both ways. I sit here and read it how I want to and the people who enjoy them as canon enjoy them as canon and as long as we can get along that's double the fanart and love for the game and fics, so why complain. come on. If you're actually starkly anti-drifteris??? (I can't believe that's even a thing. touch grass.) sorry but I'm going to continue to reblog drifteris here regardless of it not being my otp. A lot of it is really sweet. We can do both. Both is good. Two cakes yk.

That's it. Idk I just feel like saying something now so it isn't weird and jarring when I take whatever comes next as I do. I never really say much about them so idt it'll matter, but better safe than sorry. :p

[liminal-therianthropy]

!!!Confirming kins!!! {Yes again ^^;}

Hello hello!! I just wanted to come back on here and comfirm new kins/theriotype!! Firstly, a call back to my snake therian post. As i delved deeper into my identity, i think i might just be snake clade therian? Is that the right words? As every time i see a snake of anytime im like 'omg me' and address myself as a snake in general. Sometimes its specific snakes but usually just as a snake in general. Secondly, i just wanna state that for some reason i suppressed these next kins. I didnt want them to be true and add more to the list, but they came at full force when i did that ^^;, dont do what i did lmao!! Ok onto the next kin! I am also a slugcat, which is a species from a game called rain world! I was having a lot of shifts as one and i didnt wanna jump on it immediately. But i couldnt ignore it, i kin slugcats as a species! Below is what i look like! They are just doodles but i think it still gives a good repinsintaion of what i look like:

It me gang!!!!!! Thirdly, i also kin aeries! Now this was something ive been shifting as since i awakened but suppressed for so long. I always felt the head wings and the horn and the eyes. I always felt the wings and the paws and the tail. And it just sorta bubbled over till i finally acknowledged it. So here it is, i am an aeries. And this is what i look like:

The colors are a lil brighter in this pic due to it being flowering in the game at the time so the actual colors are duller! But this is my fav pic so far that i took of myself! Idk why im so red, maybe i was made from a red star. {Aeries in the game are canonically made from star dust if i remember correctly.} And lastly, i kin oxytails! No idea if i spelt that right as i can not spell very well ^^;. HOWEVER; i kin oxy none the less! This one is sorta new but ive been kining this for about 2 months now, so i think its safe to say i kin this thang! It took me a few tries to get how i look right, but i finaly managed to do that! Here is what i look like:

Again flowering in this pic, but i think you can see the color change in the face a lot better in flowering! Sorry that this post is so long, i love to talk sometimes ^^; I'll add these kins in my pinned post when i get off work today! I literally made this post as im getting out the door to go to work lmao!

[official-darkforest]

in your anthro au, does bramble actually make it to canada? is the plotline of the lake territory scrapped for something else?

rambled quite a bit here!

no, they dont make it to canada. they abandoned that idea after feather was killed. instead her funeral and burial is held in california by her dying wish and her family drives/flies over. graystripe and mosspelt took feather's car, but mosspelt flies back home via plane. graystripe is staying wirh storm indefinitely and eventually meets millie.

with storm's blessing, bramble,tawny, crow, and squirrel take the van back home. tawny is dropped off on the way, but crow insists on tagging along to thunder because he's not ready to be alone yet. his family is pretty small and he's not sure his parents will be able to help much, as much as they may try.

dodging the draft can get you into trouble, but there are many that got off scot free and bramble was one pf those lucky fellows (especially with firestar's involvement. he made sure bramble wouldn't have it held against him in return for keeping squirrel safe and bringing her home). firestar was furious at both bramble and squirrel but he's not cruel and unsympathetic, especially considering they just lost a very close friend (and that gray isnt coming back for a while).

this is where crow and leaf meet, crow is kinda bunking with bramble at his place and even had plans to move in for good. his parents were pretty combative but couldnt do much since he was a few states away!!! they dont know where the fuck thunder-whatever is. but eventually he gets a call about his father's rapidly declining health and immediately abandons his plans to stay. he asks leaf to come with him but leaf still isn't finished with med school (she doesn't know she's pregnant yet) and they part ways. crow makes it home to help ashfoot care for deadfoot in his final few months and fills in after his father dies. it's something he didnt plan to continue but its notnlike he HATES doing the work. eventually meets+marries nightcloud a 1-4 yrs later

leaf meanwhile continues med school. being unmarried with kids is still a social taboo, especially at such a young age (im imagining she and squirrel are around 18-19 by now, 17 during the road trip). squirrel and bramble, however, had been in a relationship with one another for a while after coming back home. sure, it got a bit messy when ashfur came back from vietnam and got a bit too close to squirrel for comfort, but they sorta resolved it and eventually bramble/squirrel got engaged. leaf confided in squirrel for her help with the pregnancy and squirrel immediately offered to take the children in as her own if leaf needed. it was a huge jump but leaf took the offer. bramble was let in on the plan the closer leaf got to her due date. he thought it was a very impulsive decision and they fought a bit about making the decision without him but he was enthusiastic about being a father regardless.

the others in town had their suspicions but dont ask dont tell.

theres some other parts i havent fully ironed out yet like where hawkfrost and mothwint come in.

as for the actual lake territories, they coexist with the forest territories by just being in different states LOL windclan and thunderclan's territory was pretty consistent in terms of The Basics so theyre mostly in the same general area (tc is east coast forests, wc is southwest-midwest prairies. theres a lot of cowboys, farmers, and ranchers in "windclan" as a result). shadowclan i can see being in the southern swamps, especially florida or louisiana, and riverclan is kinda interspersed alont the mississippi and ohio rivers. maybe a few along the east coast, too, as the lake territory equivalent. skyclan is probably in the rockies or the redwood forests out west. maybeeee old skyclan is in the appalachias???? idk LOL since the cats are so far apaer now the conflicts are a little less wide scale and more personal if rhat makes any sense at all. of course this whole au is a huge work in progress so some of what i say here may change!

the clans are rural/small/poor towns in my head. tight knit communities that have to rely on each other. kittypets are urban/suburbanites as a contrast and keep the 'kittypets r fucjing spoiled' theme going . you inow the city slicker junk LOL

bloodclan is probably a gang in new york. at least scourge's bloodclan. the other iterations are probably in other huge metropolitan cities. idk what warriorclan is, and the tribe is a whole can of worms im trying to be very careful with so im not gonna talk about them as a whole quite yet other than imply they exist

[oh-allie]

Hi pooks I would absolutely love a fanfic with a trans male reader x Hikaru (ouran highschool host club) where Hikaru and the reader r already dating and the reader has a nightmare due to childhood trauma (maybe getting yelled at by their stepdad? And the thing the reader is being yelled at is kinda dumb (ie. Messing around with the TV remote, spilling tea on accident) but still super duper scary) and Hikaru comforts the reader with gentle cuddling and soft, comforting words 🙏🙏 (I know this is sorta a lot so take all the time you need pooks 🫶)

its quiet here

hitachiin hikaru x male reader

asshole stepdad yelling, comfort, does this count as a blurb idk

a/n: HI POOKIE !!!!! sorry if its not up to par 😣😣 i didn't know how to incorporate the readers trans identity into the story since i write in the second person so im really sorry abour that ☹️💔 I HOPE YOU DTILL LIKE IT !!!! (ignore how long it took to write i had ummm aummm uemmm EXAMS thats a good excuse)

it's a quiet night, the air outside is misty and the faint light coming from hikaru’s bathroom is the only thing illuminating the bedroom you're sharing.

its loud. its really loud. your head is spinning and the air is caught in your lungs, you can’t think, everything is just too loud. what did you even do? why does this always happen to you?

but its quiet here. the only noises are the stirring of the bedsheets and hikaru's quiet breaths.

“you always find a way to ruin things, don’t you?” his voice is laced with venom, and its all too familiar. “you can't even handle a cup of tea.”

he storms off, not far enough that you can't hear him complain about you.

"our son is a fucking wreck! god, it's like he can't do anything."

you have so many things you want to say, but you don’t want to say anything. you could scream and cry and shout, but the only noises you make are the ragged sobs that spill out as you try to maintain your breathing.

and then you’re awake. and you’re back in his peaceful room, you’re back with him. your face is tear stained and slightly sticky and your breath is shallow.

breathe in for 4 seconds

hold for 7

exhale for 8

breathe in for 4

hold for 7

out for…

you’re interrupted by your boyfriend's careful movements.

“are you alright…?” he says hesitantly. is he scared to startle you or does he think youre annoying, are you annoying? does he hate you? oh no, what if he just wants to sleep, and you're interrupting-

your thoughts are cut short when he wraps his arms around you. he’s warm and soft and you can tell he's sleepy.

and he just holds you. just like you needed. you’re safe and loved and you're okay here. you're okay with him. you knew your boyfriend wasn't the best with words, but he was always enough. you lean into his hold a little more.

“i’m sorry.” you breathe out, “for waking you up n’ stuff.” you're overflowing, you’d rather die than have him asleep right now but how his head is leaning in the crook of your neck and his arms are loosely wrapped around your waist shows you how tired he is and god does it make you feel guilty.

“shut up. i love you.” and his hold around you gets a little tighter.

[wishfuldeity]

THIS PINNED IS SUPER FUCKING OUTDATED WE'LL MAKE A NEW ONE WHEN WE CAN BE BOTHERED TO

uhh as a collective we use plural they/them but the individuals mostly use she/(something). like she/her or she/it. so she/her is a safe bet if you don't know who's talking. (we'll correct you if that is incorrect though, say if 14's talking)

weve got, well two-ish systems in one? i guess? kinda? (its complicated):

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lexi (she/her). I'm the host (ehh kinda), i made this blog originally.

kat (she/it/kitty). shes a uhh. cat :3 therian as fuck. "meowmrrpmreowww"s a lot. draws more than the rest of us. cute as shit. yk. we love her.

Jay IS BACKK!! her absence was destroying us shes so fucking aughhh <333 jay!!! shes uhh more hyperactive musician/guitarist, bit butchier than the rest of us,,, uhhh. kinda hypegirls a bit

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Amy (she/her) Amy (it/she) ok this is where it starts to get kinda fucky, uhh-- basically Amy was the original host up until some time around our early teens and then lexi sorta came into existence?? idk. lexi's system (herself, kat, Jay, and to some extent, Amy) is a subsystem separate from Amy's system (the original system, we believe). Everyone below here is directly connected to Amy instead of lexi. (IM NOT SURE HOW TRUE THIS IS ANYMORE)

im pretty sure im more of like a representation of our mind in general or something, like i—well i used to be in the space outside lexis headspace but now im kinda hanging out in here while still being separate. uhh fuck also im an angel or something. super bright. idk. something something i can change forms,,,something this internal reality bends to my will uhhhh yeah ::3

0xA (pronounced 'Oh-X-A' or just 'A') (it/its). robot/program thingy. idk i just kinda am, i manage sensory overload most of the time.

Annie (she/her?) is really-- we still dont know much about her. shes some sort of fae, perhaps an elf in some way. often very confused.

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Mind (they/them). Some sort of uhh idk, self-described "background process" but they're more than that? They are extremely calm when the rest of us are stressed or panicking and comfort us and help us sleep and <3 we love Mind :33

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most original posts will be tagged #[alter] and #[alter]posting, maybe #alter [verb]s if someones drawing or writing or something

like [#lexi #lexiposting] or [#kat #katposting #kat draws], for example.

if you have any questions we're ok to answer them btw

uhhh thats all i think :33 mreow hehe :33333 jadjaldlk

[stormblessed95]

https://x.com/kmgoogiemini/status/1750998991217590499?s=46

How do these people lie so much and honestly believe their ship is real Stormy? How many things are even correct here? As far as i can tell the only correct thing is that Jk said Tae listened to Seven first. Everything else is either a straight up lie, mistranslation or something taken out of context. These are the things that taekookers believe to be true and somehow jikookers are the jokers?

Let's just do some super quick fact checks and correcting misinformation with links to proof to backup all my sources here:

"Jungkook said I want to join the special forces"

True! (comes from the last live before military service)

"Jungkook said Taehyung is my safe space"

False! Jungkook said that Tae was his common ground (comes from festa 2020 profiles is where they mistranslated that one from)

"Jungkook said my relationship with Taehyung is not for the cameras"

False! Made up by shippers in 2014, Proof here

"Jungkook said that the first person to hear the song Seven was Taehyung"

True! From Seven Spotify Interview

"Jungkook is the first person to hear Taehyungs album and record it in his house"

True! JK was the first to hear some of Tae's songs. And Tae did record A singular song at JKs house/studio. The whole album though wasn't mentioned specifically (but that might still be true) and only one song was recorded at JKs place I believe. Comes from JKs live and Tae's You Quiz interview

"Jungkook has a song he always sings to Taehyung"

False! I think they just made that up. I did a little searching anyway, lol but yeah no....

"The members said Taekook will never separate"

False! The members made a fortune teller joke where one said "so you guys can never be apart then?" As a silly joke about the color shirts they were wearing. Proof here

"the members said that if you want JK, call Taehyung (and vice versa) because they are always together."

False! The only thing said about JK was that he didn't like answering his phone and basically never did. Everything else was made up. From MBTI labs

"They went together to show the movie and were wearing identical clothes with strong lesbian expressions about their relationship."

(lmfao what) Sort of true.... (?) They did go to the movie premiere together! And Tae wore an Morrissey/Oscar Wilde shirt (openly gay and put on trial for being gay) and JK wore a jacket with scripture about two men being jailed for their practices and one of which many people believe to be gay/queer coded and a shirt with references to Taylor Meed's poetry (openly gay and wrote for a gay newspaper). Idk what the rest of that was about though lol

"Taekook in a luxury hotel dancing RUN BTS together and spending the night!"

True, they were in a luxury hotel and danced RUN BTS!

And also False, they spent the night. No one knows, we just saw them do a TikTok dance. They made the rest up lol maybe they did, maybe they didn't. Can't make facts outta assumptions though!

Taekooks picture from their date that jokers said was OT7 but boom turned out to only be a date

False! Boom.... Was an OT7 dinner.... Lol Proof Here

And Bam that Tae raised and the photos he posted

True since Tae DID post a cute photo of him with baby Bam and made a joke about raising him. As did every BTS member with Yeotan.... Lmfao False due to weird exaggeration though

Taekook and their seven dance together

True! Tae danced Seven with JK on his encore stage!

Jimin said: Tae and JK love forever

True! He wrote their names in a heart in the sand in BV1 and that's the quote he said (sorta)

Jimin said Tae and JK share their music and everything and do not share it with the members.

False! I cannot prove a negative but the lack of proof of this quote anywhere ever should be enough. Lol they made this one up. Should've stuck with the tangible evidence that they shared their music with each other in these latest albums first instead of trying to take it one step too far and starting to lie lol

"they are the two closest members and they have special trips and a lot of real dates and like to spend all their time together and they like to stay up all night and watch the sunrise together and they share everything."

False! Lmao the more you read the more it becomes like fanfiction rather than evidence based facts

"Jungkook said he didn't know Jimin's number and hasn't seen him in weeks and months."

False! JK said he couldn't remember a GC nickname, he also mentioned during a different live that he didn't have Jins number saved. And JK clearly had been seeing Jimin at various points as they were signing up for buddy service in the military which takes a lot of prep time.... Lol but he still never said that, but he did say "I miss you" a lot, but that's not "I haven't seen him in weeks and months" lol Proof about the numbers here

"Jungkook will always choose Taehyung to spend private time with, a true relationship"

False! Wasnt said anywhere by anyone, just an opinion from a shipper lol

"Your ship is 0 without the company and the cameras and this is the truth, and in the solo era Jungkook spends all his time with Taehyung"

False! They spent lots of time together, but this is just a shipper fighting other shippers.... No facts, no ship or friendship in BTS will ever be zero either

And just more of that shipper fighting nonsense to finish it off. Sucks since they started off relatively strong with Taekook appreciation only to just degrade into shipper bullshit.

Anyway, this was fun. I wouldn't mind more true/false games in the future 🤣🤣🤣