#submissions from cool peeps

[sincerely-sofie]

Submission by @oblonger:

A short Mortality Exchange Au fic in which Twig leaves, and Celebi tries to convince her to stay. Written by that weird guy who really likes these blorbos for some reason.

Twig is walking on a rarely used trail in the forest. Arms folded across her chest. Celebi is flying close behind, as she has been all night. "We can figure this out Twig!" Celebi pleaded. Ever since she found out about Twig's plan, she stayed up all night, past when Twig was sure they would all be asleep, with every intention to convince her to stay. "I already told you! I can't, and I won't!" Twig spat. She was hoping that by playing into her evil nature that she would finally convince Celebi to leave her alone. Twig picked up her pace, going down each splitting path that was thinner than the last. "I've already hurt you guys enough! I don't need to keep doing it because I can't control these stupid powers!" Celebi flew up past Twig's shoulder to look at her directly. Twig kept her eyes locked to the ground. "From one legend to another Twig, I can tell you right now that it's going to take time to figure it out but I know you can! You've done hard things before, you can do this too!" Tears were beginning to form in Twig's eyes. "You don't give people nightmares just by being around them Celebi! You don't know what it's like!" Celebi steeled her expression "But I still had to practice with my powers! It didn't come as naturally as you assume it did!" Twig began to cry. Her arms tightened around her chest. "But you didn't hurt anyone without wanting to!" Celebi looked exasperated. "Twig, I looked into the future, I know for a fact that you can control your powers! all you have to do is trust me!" Trust her. A memory came flooding back.

(Twig found Kip writhing in pain as he slept. Another nightmare. Why was this happening? Darkrai was dead. This shouldn't be happening! Twig began to shake Kip. That worked before... Nothing. Tears silently began to run down Kip's cheeks. "No! Please!" Kip muttered. Twig shook him harder. Pleading for him to wake up. Calling out his name. The possibility that he would be in this nightmare forever crossed her mind. Twig began to cry. She began to beg for his awakening. "Please wake up!" Twig cried out. As though her plea was answered, Kip shot awake. Gasping for air. Twig gave him space to recuperate. Once Kip had finished, she pulled him into a hug. "Th-that nightmare was awful Twig. I-I thought I was dying." "I-I thought you wouldn't wake up." Kip and her cried on each other's shoulders. In that moment it all made sense. She knew why this was happening. This was her fault. This is happening to her friends as her punishment for killing Darkrai. This would keep happening to her friends if she stayed. She vowed then and there to leave that night, So this would never happen again.)

How could she trust Celebi if she couldn't even trust herself to not hurt them? She would never be able forgive herself if she let someone trust her again. It was too much for Twig to handle. Her tail flame was increasing in size. Tears of sorrow and terror and wrath were streaming down her face. Twig stopped walking and swung around face Celebi. "YOU'RE LYING!!!" Twig thundered with a force and volume previously unknown to her. No doubt a side effect of becoming a legend. The nearby branches shook as though blown by the wind, the sounds of the midnight forest went dead silent, and Celebi flew back a couple feet, with a look of abject horror across her face. "I Can't trust you Celebi!!" Twig yelled, the words felt vile. Like a deadly poison that kills everything it touches. She looked down at the ground. No longer able to look her friend in the eye. "You know what to say to get me to come back even though it's not true!" Twig gasped for air. It felt like she was being buried alive in sand. "I'm never coming back! And you better hope to Arceus it stays that way!" Twig hyperventilated for a some seconds before gathering the courage to finally look back up at Celebi. She hovered there. Speechless. She had an expression of pure heartache and fear,. Tears were rolling down her face. Twig regretted everything. She wanted to apologize. She wanted to take back all of her lies. She wanted to admit that Celebi was right, and that everything she said was true. She wanted to agree with her and go back home. With her friends. But those memories of seeing her friends in pain flashed in her mind. It was a miasma that haunted her. They suffered because of her, And they would continue suffering if she stayed. This is the only option. Twig wordlessly turned and began to run into the forest as fast as her legs could carry her. She couldn't stay here. Not anymore. Celebi's choked up voice projected into her mind "I know you don't mean it." Somehow, that hurt worse than any insult she could have ever said.

Twig didn't slow down. She didn't know how long she ran for. She continued running until her legs gave out from exhaustion. Twig sat up and wiped the tears from her eyes so she could see clearly. The sky was beginning to become brighter, she's in an unfamiliar part of the forest with no trail, And Celebi is nowhere to be found. Twig dragged herself under the nearest tree, curled up, and began weeping. She felt colder than usual.

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[violetevermore24]

A Different Pride

So this fic took longer than expected. I tried my best to write Cero here and probably failed miserably at it /lh. This is mainly because it's the first time I wrote an egotistical prick like Cero.

I tried to draw the two for this because why not? Plus it's fun to draw Cero ngl, even if it was a bit challenging.

The sour grape, Cero and Reiba belongs to @eldritch-spouse. Please support the amazing artist/writer, she deserves it for making me interested and simp for her characters! 😄

CW: Mentions of Forced Marriage; Cero is his own warning; Toxic relationship; Mention of Egg-preg; Choking

Heavy footsteps of the Queen of Pride echoed the hallways with the team of imp servants scuttering about and dutifully fulfilling their roles. His towering body felt like an intimidating giant in comparison, one that radiates respect and coldness, fitting for his role as a ruler. The additional permanent aloofness only serves to support it. He didn’t even need to use his sharp violet eyes to know that his presence made the servants’ bodies tense up like statues despite working for him for several months, which was understandable given their King has the patience of a spoiled toddler and the Queen has the aura that screams ‘Test my patience and you will regret it’. 

Everyone in the mansion could tell that there was tension between the royal couple, but none dared to say a peep.

Lucian, a name he gave himself for centuries, has long blonde hair tied to the back - showing his smooth square face and forced to wear a face-cringing and stuffy suit in purple and black to match his husband. It was one he hated wearing from the amount of sweat he’d accumulated within the past few hours, and being in a hot environment like Hell doesn’t help. 

The purple scales on his hand and arms itched with the temptation to lull him into scratching it. It took all of his willpower to reign himself on an imaginary leash so he wouldn’t try ripping off his clothes just to feel a semblance of coolness brushing through his muscular body. If he did that, Cero would be popping more veins than Lucian growing more strands of grey hair, and while the image was enticing, another round of unnecessary tantrums made him mentally shove it into the depths of his mind.

Quiet frankly, the existence of Cero being the King of Pride was an indirect mockery to Lucian who he considers himself to embody the sin. So much so, that he wants the world to smite the pale demon on his behalf. 

The long and wide hallway of the mansion was dawned in hues of purple and black, in contrast to Lucian’s castle that’s in white and purple. The expensive and high-quality pieces of furniture and decorations in every corner and inch of the place would make any lower class cry in awe. 

The walls hung the many paintings of the King with his familiar yet disgusting arrogance and sharp facial features that reflected the Pride Ring it represented. The dreaded atmosphere lingered on those braved enough to walk into its unwelcoming embrace that threatened to suffocate you of all your worth.

Always striving for perfection, was what Lucian can describe as his asshole of a husband. He could hardly remember how many times he wanted to knock Cero’s ego down a peg over the course of their marriage. Hell, he sometimes thought of railing him to submissiveness every time he opened his mouth, no matter how much the idea made him grimace. The fucking demon is really edging him this far. It’s almost impressive.

He had no one but himself to blame for his predicament. His cold heart thumped when Cero showed him the contract, albeit a corrupted one, but a good one nonetheless. The way he holds himself. The way he explains the process of the contract, simultaneously expresses his pride for his skills and intelligence. It was the ideal courtship he imagined, minus the kidnapping, and he fell hard for it. Even if he didn’t, it wasn’t like he had any other choice. From what he learned, Icons of Hell are forces that shouldn’t be trifled with, and he could get severely injured in the process. Even if he did won, he had to crawl himself out of Hell and getting more injured from other demons. Whether they care about the death of the Icon of Pride or not is up in the air and Lucian won't take his chances.

Because of these raging fantasies that will lead to his ending, his footsteps quicken to speed walking pace towards the library, causing many of the passing servants to sweat drop from the intense aura he emits mixed with his resting bitch face. It’s a sanctuary for him and the one place he can indulge in his hobby while pretending he isn’t stuck in a prison that he can’t escape from. 

For once, he can fantasize a life where he was in a “better” relationship.

With someone who doesn’t say his handmade violet gemstone, an indirect ‘I love you. so. fucking. much’, that it wouldn’t look “perfect” for any artificial trinket. The gall to insinuate a dragon’s gem won’t look magnificent unless it’s turned into a fucking accessory is a personal insult to its creator. Oh if only that demon understood how much he left a crack in his Queen’s heart that day.

Just say my gem is garbage, you fuck. He huffed, brushing his blonde hair back.

Sure, the gem was not perfect, but Lucian had made countless attempts to form his scales into gems in secret for over a month, many of which were wasted because it wasn’t up to his standards, until it was exactly how he wanted to look. All those tiring days to form a singular scale into a suitable gemstone for his mate. Even, the head servant was willing to help keep his project hush-hush from Cero and give her different flavors of puddings for compensation. 

The result was an almost palm-sized, smooth purple gem with slight bumps, shaped like an oval. He vividly remembered how his chest puffed up with pride at his creation.

The failed creations still sat in his personal bedroom drawer to this day as a reminder of his endeavor and that hell forsaken reaction.

A part of his mind reminded him that it was a Pride Demon’s love language, to make everything about them and show little vulnerability, but that went one ear and out the other. 

The cold air seeps through the faint crack of the large door and embraces the newcomer as the door is pushed open and rumbles through the large and grand library, filled with thousands of books and organized into their categories. Cero had demanded that all of the servants ensure that not a single book was misplaced or damaged, lest they want to face the wrath of the Icon. An act that Lucian appreciates, almost made the edges of his lips tug up when no one was looking.

While he scans through the various shelves, one section catches his eyes and widens like saucers. There’s an entire six rows of novels with a hardcover and arranged in their perspective genres. The humanoid dragon didn’t recall ever seeing this new section and he doubted Cero was the kind to read these books, trying to search his already old memories to find answers, until one event came to mind, a complaint that he made to his husband about the lack of novels in the library and got told that his taste in books was god awful. Another petty grudge to hold against him.

The frown turned upside, forming into a genuine, rare, warm smile, forgetting his frustrations with his pompous husband. “You exceeded my expectations once again” He humored himself, as he took a random novel off the shelf and sat near the windowsill, turning to the first page. 

Lucian was already planning out his quality time with Cero in his mind, while simultaneously flipping through the pages and reading the sentences. Maybe he should start creating his second gem. A “perfect” one this time.

A serene ambiance settles into the library that day……

Why does it feel like he forgot something?

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Insecurity is an ugly feeling to have, especially for a proud demon. It will gnaw at them till they do something to prove that little whisper in their heads that whatever degradation it throws their way is completely wrong, a lie that should never be said in the first place. 

Unfortunately, Cero can’t entirely control how his feelings and mind operate. Ever since he successfully made Lucian his Queen with the contract, something he put all his blood, sweat, and tears into despite the haste, and feeling waves of euphoria from the smooth process and his obedient (he isn’t) inamorato following diligently to the lessons he planned out to be a fitting Queen of Pride.

When Lucian gifted him the gemstone he put equal blood, sweat, and tears into that Cero’s ego was stroked into a disgusting smarmy smile and chest puffed up to an obnoxious degree. Heck, he even kept the gemstone in a separate safe after admiring it like a love-struck teenager whose crush just gave him a love letter.

While he wished it was better quality, the fact his inamorato offered him physical proof of his race’s eternal love - after a lot of painful waiting on the demon’s side, was good enough. Shame, he missed the flash of hurt and anger that came when the pallid demon expressed how his lovely gem wouldn’t be fitting for any accessories. Apart from their soon-to-be new wedding rings.

He wanted to return that affection, but no matter what he does, no matter how much he shows off his talent, intelligence, and his monologue about how ‘he must be lucky to have him as his husband and King and saving him from that pig’s pen of a home’. Going as far as showing his much softer side to the stubborn dragon, yet he couldn’t make a dent in his Queen’s stubborn walls. It was as if he expected something from him but didn’t know what it is.

What is wrong with him? Is it part of the courtship? Why isn’t he giving his King his usual physical touch? The soft gazes? The genuine adoration? Why is he trying so damn hard to not show it!? Whirlwinds of countless questions without answers were eating the demon alive.

Cero’s sharp claw of his index finger taps away at his forearm, filling the halls with his frustrations that threaten to explode. 

Poor Reiba is standing near him like a deer in headlights, being careful with her pose and speech lest she wants to be ripped in half in this minefield. She was also confused why the Queen grew distant from Cero, but she figured it must’ve been a cultural difference or a miscommunication.

The door to the library was left slightly ajar, and only one person would do it. 

The cold air from the room made the pallid demon shudder, regretting ever implementing the cold stones into the library so his inamorato wouldn’t melt into a pathetic puddle while he was reading. “That idiot is still doing this?! How many times do I need to drill it into his pathetic excuse of a memory until he understands?!” 

Various images of how he will discipline his dumb Queen. Ranging from whipping to overstimulating till the dragon begged for him to stop with big fat tears. It caused his shaft to almost slip out of his slit at the mere thought of it. How embarrassing. 

The two demons brace themselves with cold resistance magic before entering the library. Cero strides elegantly towards the spot near the windowsill like it was second nature. 

“Is there something you need from me, Cero?” Lucian quips as he raises his head from the book. It’s always amusing to see Cero and Reiba shivering from the cold.

The pallid demon crossed his arms, glared daggers at the dragon, and a scowl plastered his white facade with patches of salmon. “You better have a good reason for leaving the door open again!” Ah here it is, his incessant whining. Classic.

Lucian internally scoffed at it, knowing full well that he did it on purpose to lure him here. Time to flatter him, much to the dragon’s dismay. “I’m so sorry, my beloved King. My carelessness has prevented me from being a worthy Queen to someone as handsome and amazing as you. Is it so wrong of me to wish to see your beautiful eyes and hear your voice that lulls me in like a siren?” He offers a small smile as an extra.

Gods above, he wants to gag and hurl from saying such cheesy lines. He couldn’t believe he stooped this low for self-preservation. 

The silence is all the answers he needs. He could see his chest puff up and a slight flush on his cheeks from his ego being preened. Even though Lucian could be bullshiting every word. 

Once Cero’s mood has been lifted, the dragon sees fit to clear up something. 

The Queen makes a hand gesture for Reiba to leave the two in private, knowing the aftermath could become worse if she stays and he cannot afford to have her get caught in the crossfire. 

The pale imp went still as statue, and glanced to her king for his input. Fortunately, Cero waves his hand to dismiss the head servant. It’s done out of curiosity and intrigue on the demon’s side, as Reiba leaves the library.

Once Lucian is sure that the two are alone, he’s the first to break the silence. “While you’re here, I want to clear a misunderstanding between us”

“A misunderstanding?” Cero raised an eyebrow. Attentively listening to what he has to say.

“I’m aware that dragons are rare species, let alone knowledge of us aside from mythologies humans created. The gem I gave you the other day. It’s why I want to explain that it’s used as a vessel to store energy for when the mother requires more stamina before labor to ensure a safe birth and usually the gem is eaten raw” He explains with his stoicness, letting it sink in.

A reminder that they can’t have a biological heir, at least to him. The demon’s face morphs into a look that says ‘So what?’ mixed with impatience and offense. “That’s it?” 

Lucian didn’t think Cero would be this oblivious to the message, but he’s not complaining. If anything, the dragon is internally elated for the grand reveal. One that will surely dig his own grave. “I wish to save this last information until I create a second gem for you, my beautiful King. But since you’re curious….” 

“Get to it already! I don’t have all day!” 

“The gem is also used as an artificial egg for same-sex couples. The process simply needs you to shove the gem into your anus and I-” 

Cero immediately grabbed Lucian’s neck in a blink of an eye before he could finish the sentence. The former’s sharp claws, which he diligently filed and maintained to perfection, are threatening to pierce through the skin. If it was possible, Cero���s face went redder than Kalymir’s entire body and radiating that same anger as he does but more mellow and dangerous. Despite this, Lucian’s aloofness never wavered, only making the demon’s blood pressure skyrocket to the moon. 

“Choose your next words carefully, pet” The venom is clear as crystal.

“My next words are exactly as I implied, my beloved King. I want to see you glow as the sun when you bear our heir” A rare soft gaze and smile stretch his face. A dragon will not back down without a fight. 

[5eptem]

New Septem date idea pick! Fancy wine and steak dinners or just wine tastings 😌

I mean from how much wine he kept sipping while talking to the viewer that’s probably his pick for a date. Just a simple dinner at a 5 star restaurant.

What do you think?

I LOVE THIS! ❤️🍷

First, we would have to pick out some normie clothes for him, which would be a lot of fun. 🤭 If it's a steakhouse, it probably would be fancy, so he would have to be dressed as such (us, too!)

I'm imagining a cream-colored suit with a white button up beneath, unbuttoned at the top with the collar popped to expose just a peek of his collarbones and chest. He would look so cool walking into that place like he owned it, even if he was clueless akdjfkdksndkd

I think he'd enjoy ordering on your behalf. You aren't allowed to speak even a peep to the waiter! Or choose what you eat or drink, Septem knows best for you. You keep your head bowed when the waiter comes around and make sure not to make eye contact.

Septem doesn't like PDA, and yet your circumstances with him will be made quite clear to the waiter and other patrons with how submissive you are to him...

...the wine loosens him up, just a little bit. Maybe you try to play footsie with him beneath the table! It's testing your luck, but in that moment, it pleases him that you found a way to subtlely and silently pay even more attention to him than you already were. He likes it.

But if you get too cheeky about it, he'll stomp on your foot too hard.

Don't make a scene...don't make a scene...even as sudden pain jolts up your leg and makes you want to scream...

...

...ohhh, does your foot hurt now? Hmm...well, maybe he can make an exception this one time, as you leave the restaurant. He'll just have to carry you around everywhere, it seems. And then there will be no doubt to everyone just how helpless you are to him.

What a nice date!

[chaos-le-mieux]

Undertale 8th Anniversary: Chara Tribute

OMG, This took so much longer than I wanted it to. Mostly because Life has been so vexing and taxing recently, just didn't have the time I wanted to pour into this. It feels Both Rushed and not at the same time... though Overall I still think it's an improvement from last year. ^ -^

My Submission for the Undertale Community Project 2023

How do I organize this?... uhh...

Left to Right, Front Row, then Back Row... I think that'll be good.

Epic!Chara, by @yugogeer012, doing an Epic hair flip! Wonder if they're trying to impress anyone o 3o

Skelechara, by @insanelyadd, I think they're excited to see so many other versions of themselves 

Lutetale Chara, by @wolfkice, they seem to have stumbled into quite the adventure. They give me classic Legend of Zelda Vibes ^ -^

Determinationtale Chara, by @creatorofcastell, the first of several Classic looking Chara's

Classic Chara, by Toby Fox, The Original... in my art style.. so not quite original, but can't have a tribute without a representation of the OG!

NewStepTale Chara, by @kamikotorayama391, they missed the memo on dressing nice for the occasion... I'm sure it's fine XD

Endfultale Chara Elwood, by @puppyc00lmarzipan, one of the smollest, cutest, little beans <3

Ask KFC Chara, by @somedancingpineapple, fun and sassy little child, lol

Data!Chara, by @ask-dcf, I mean, they have a poncho, that's all you need really

A little Green Ghost, by @askdwoostablook, they're a Chara who's also a Green Ghost and many other things :v

Spiteful Chara by, EwanDreamur, don't actually know to much about this one, but they're a ghost with spirits, so that's cool =)

Reaper!Chara by @renrink, cool, calm, and collected. Plus their cloak looks nice ^ v^

Error!Chara, by @chaos-le-mieux, well, my version of Error Chara anyway. They're just excited to be in a group of Chara's. (Chara Bias much?)

Chara of the Dead Chara a.ka. Vampire!Chara, by  @charaofthedead, probably the most fashionable Chara of the group. Gotta respect the Rizz!

 Spirit Chara, by @xjunjox, a mysterious ghostly red Chara o vo

15 Chara's!! My god, so many links. If you're not following these peeps, do so, They're all great ^ -^ Also, one things to note about this years Tribute. Each Chara if from an artist who's drawn or featured my Chara in the past (well, with the exception of Toby Fox of course). Whether it be through commission or good will. This tribute doubles as a thank you to everyone who's drawn my dorky little Error.

Happy (early) Anniversary Undertale. Looking forward to more great content from this community ^ -^

Have Fun~

Undertale © Toby Fox

[a-wildkinventure]

Hey there!!

@a-wildkinventure here! you can call me Venture!

[I know this post is long, but please read till the end!]

I use he/they pronouns.

In addition, I also use it/its [I use neos but don't list here]

I am part sys, in addition to being polykin and therian so... chaos will ensue.

Although this blog is dedicated specifically to kin chaos.

[in specific I am a c-linker/c-kin in addition to non-linking kin with fictionflicker and exotrauma experiences as well as having a very strong connection to kinmems]

please try to understand that this is my only safe place to talk about kin stuff... so I really, REALLY just want to exist... and even here I'm not sure how 'safe' I feel...

What I'm cool with doing:

[On a scale from 1 to 10]

Chatting with other fictionkin [or kin in general, other, fiction, etc.] - 10/10, definitely! talk with me peeps!

[especially if you are from my sources!!! Fallout 4, Kong Skull Island or Kaiju in general, Murder Drones, Sally Face, Metal Family, Coraline, Chikn Nuggit, Tangled the Series, Carrion, UTMV, Dumbo, etc!!!]

[Trying] to make moodboards - 7/10, I am kind of shit at these but will still try!

[Trying] to make stimboards - 9/10, I LOVE making these.

Talking with doubles - ???/10, might weird me out a bit at first, but hell yeah, dude! [Depends on kintype/fictive double]

Offering kin help - 5/10, I can try! I'm actually pretty new to understanding that I am kin, so I might not be good.

Anything NSFW in asks - 2/10, depends on context... I'm usually VERY sex and sexual/sexuality repulsed, but within REASON I can handle NSFW stuff. Just don't go out of your way to be a horny freak ig? [Not meant to be negative, but I've dealt with too much sexual shit in my life...]

All The Kin-formation!

High Kin(s):

The Observer / Kevin Haas

Milo Asher / Mr. Scars

HABIT

Evan Myers

Alex Kralie (Canon Compliant)

Alex Kralie (Vampire AU)

Alex Kralie (different AU, unsure as to which)

The Operator

Josh

Tim Wright

Hansel

Medium Kin(s):

Carrion

Slenderman

Lordy / Lordi

Sal Fisher

Bezel

Jack Nyras

Harold Biddle

Low Kin(s):

Heavy

Hvitur

BEN DROWNED

Alice Liddel

Chesnok

Brainbot

Catnap & Catfeine

Swampy

Jane Doe

Dormant Kin(s):

[Label used for kintypes that I have not had shifts for in a long time, to the point where I am unsure what happened to them. Something I attribute to fictionflickering]

Template

Toby Rogers

Casey Junior

Wyborne Lovat

Varian

Zombie Drone

Disassembly Drone

Skullcrawler

Glowing Deathclaw

Gustav Shvagenbagen

My Kintypes [all]:

Glowing Deathclaw, Skullcrawler, Zombie Drone, Disassembly Drone, Sal Fisher, Chesnok, Lordy / Lordi, Wyborne Lovat, Bezel, Carrion, Varian, Template, Casey Junior, Heavy Shvagenbagen, Catnap & Catfeine, Gustav Shvagenbagen, Tobias "Ticci Toby" Rogers, Jack "Eyeless Jack" Nyras, BEN DROWNED, Hansel, Alice Liddel, Slenderman, Tim Wright, Hvitur, Harold Biddle, Jane Doe, Josh, Swampy, HABIT, Evan Myers, Alex Kralie (Vamp AU), Alex Kralie (Canon Compliant), Alex Kralie (some other AU), Indigo Chinese Pangolin, The Observer, Kevin Haas, Brainbot, The Operator, Milo Asher / Mr. Scars, Siren (Starfield), Terrormorph (Starfield), Guardian (Destiny), Thrall (Destiny), Red Mile Mauler (Starfield)

(Copingkin types: Heavy Shvagenbagen, HABIT/Evan)

(Copinglink types: BEN DROWNED)

Kinsidering Kintypes:

Lif (Metal Family)

Arthur (Possibly in Michigan)

You can see me on the fictionkinfessions blog, I use 2 emoji combos for my confession signings. Here are some of them!

(aka ones I've used for submissions)

🎀💔 (Lordy confessions), 🍻🌟 (now for Chesnok confessions), 📼🎸(Sal Fisher confessions), 🐈‍⬛🌫 (Wybie confessions), ⏱️🌌 (Bezel confessions), 🥩🪱 (Carrion confessions), 🧪⚡️(Varian confessions), ✒️🔄 (Template confessions), 🚂🎪 (Casey Junior confessions), 🐾🗺 (Pokémon??? confessions), 🤘🐱 (Heavy confessions), 📏🎼 (Gustav confessions), ☀️🌘 (Catnap/Catfeine confessions), 🩹🌲(Toby Rogers confessions), 👁🔪 (Jack Nyras confessions), 💾🎮 (BEN DROWNED confessions), 👗🎠 (Alice confessions), 🍜🤳 (Ennui confessions), ⚫️🫀 (Venom confessions), 🌲👔 (Slenderman confessions), 🚬🍂 (Masky / Tim Wright confessions), ❄️💎 (Hvitur confessions), 🚺🎢(Jane Doe confessions), 📹🛤 (Josh confessions), 🐊🛀 (Swampy confessions)🐇👾 (HABIT confessions), 👽🗡 (Evan confessions), 🩸👓 - (Alex Kralie Vampire AU confessions), 👓📼 (Alex Kralie no AU confessions), 👓🎧 (Alex Kralie *unknown AU* confessions), 🎀🦔 (Indigo Chinese Pangolin Google Doodles, Pangolin Love confessions), 👓👁 (The Observer confessions), 🔮👾 (Brainbot confessions), 📼🌲 (Operator confessions), 📓💊 (Milo Asher / Mr. Scars confessions)

more ps. My pfp and header do NOT belong to me.

[bebepac]

Six Sentence Sunday 05.21.23 / Mood Music Monday

I have a new obsession peeps.  I am watching this series called FROM currently, and it  has all my senses tingling.  Talking to some friends I have realized, 1. I like shows set in small towns where weird stuff is happening. 2. If the people are trapped in said town and there is spooky, weird or supernatural stuff going on, or something that just can’t be explained, I’m all about that life.   And From tickles my fancy,  watch it be cancelled tomorrow, as this tends to happen with all of my weird favorited shows.  

Work has been crazy, but just recently in the past few days, even though work is still insane,  I’ve been inspired to write, even though my whole day is spent typing for  my job.  Go figure.  

So here’s amazingly what i’ve posted in the last little bit:

The Life of Riley: Book Two:  Garden Party Photo  Op

The Rotten Apple 🍎:  The Last Part: 

Original post: 05/21/23 at 7:52PM EST.

Here’s what I have in the pipeline 

This one is a surprise.  It came to me after I had a conversation with @angelasscribbles about Drake.  

It could be honestly seen as a prequel to my fic with If Only For The Night

The Book:  TRR Mood Music Monday Submission:  That Don’t Impress Me Much by Shania Twain The Moments In Between Pairings:  None:  TRR MC is single Status:  Still in the writing process, nearly complete!

To be honest, I wasn’t even surprised about how the trip was going being in Lythikos for Olivia’s tribute to Prince Liam.  The room she put me in was basically a refurbished broom closet, dinner was served to my table cold with portions of the entree missing.  But what struck me and what did surprise me is that Liam didn’t notice, and never checked up on us, supposedly his true blue friends were all sitting at the neglected table and he didn’t even glance in our direction the whole evening,  

And not to mention….the kiss. He let her kiss him in front of the whole court. He genuinely appeared surprised when it happened, but everyone at the table, all their eyes were trained on me for a response.  I mean honestly, what could I say?  Prince Liam is not my boyfriend, I’m a suitor in this game we’re all playing.  I am competing for a man that at this point has no true allegiance to me.

Nonchalantly I shrugged my shoulders.  “She went for it.  You know, she doesn’t usually get this much individual time with the Prince, so I can’t fault her for shooting her shot.”  

“You’re a lot calmer than I thought you would be, Brooks.”  

“I mean, these so-called 'noble' royals have been showing me who they are this whole time, I’d be a fool not to believe them.”  

“You deserve a drink Brooks,  meet up with me later, and we’ll find where the good stuff you like is stored in this keep.”  

“I really might have to take you up on that.”  

Liam finally cornered me for a brief moment, as I stood on the balcony letting the cool wind revitalize me.  

“Are you angry with me for what happened?”

“No.”  

“I thought you might be.”  

“How can I Liam? you haven’t so much as stated any intentions you have for me, or of any feelings you might feel for me because you say, you can’t.  You have a duty to your people and I get that.  But don’t forget, all of us are “your people, and we are getting mistreated by some of these people that are supposed to be the “Nobility.”

Mood Music Monday Submission:  This Woman’s Work by Kate Bush Final Chapter: The Wedding The Book: TRH Series:  The Rotten Apple 🍎 Pairings:  Elle x Nico (Eleanor x M!OC) Status:  Still in the writing process

The family was sitting at the table eating breakfast when there was an urgent knock to the door.

“I wonder who that could be this early?”

“You’re not expecting anyone?”

“No.” Nico wiped his mouth with his napkin and rose from the table, as Tomas  immediately headed towards the door behind Nico.

“Should we be concerned?”  Liberty asked.  

“I don’t think so, it’s probably nothing.”

A few moments later Nico and Tomas returned with one more gentleman in tow.

"Liberty you have a guest, Michail has come to see you. Apparently you told him you were leaving today, he wanted to make sure he saw you before you left."

“Hello Liberty.”  

Elle wanted to laugh at the side eye her father was giving poor Michail.

“Hi Michail.” She had never heard her sister’s voice sound so giddy before. 

Liberty gasped immediately reaching for her hair.

"You look perfect Libby," Elle whispered to her sister. Now Elle felt the way her sister had felt; she was the matchmaker.  "Go say hello to him."

She watched her sister smiling and talking to her young gentleman caller who had brought her a bouquet of hand picked flowers, that Liberty didn't mind in the least. There was a light flush to her cheeks.

Elle smiled walking up to the two of them.

"Is your guest staying for breakfast?"

She didn't wait for him to answer in true Mama K fashion.

"I'll fix you a plate. And I'll put these in water. Nico please get a chair for Libby's guest."

"Thank you."

Chapter 5: Moonlight Rendevous The Series:  The Blue Honey Cafe The Book: TRR Pairings: TRR MC is single Status:  Still in the writing process

He sat down on the blanket with Riley placing the popcorn between the two of them.  

“I’m glad you could come over here for a bit Mason, to sit here with me.”  

“Me too.”  

Mason tried not to read too much into it, but as the movie went on Riley seemed to inch closer to him.  She was so close to him that he could smell  the perfume of her body and the scent of her shampoo in her hair.  

After the movie,  Mason helped Riley pick up her things and fold her blanket.  

“I had a great time with you Riley.”

“Me too Mason.   I loved the movie. They definitely left it open for a sequel. What did you think of the movie?”

“She did a lot of terrible stuff.  But I don’t know why, I still want her to be happy.”

“Because she’s not all bad. She felt guilt and remorse.”

“Exactly……. Well this is awkward.”  

“What’s wrong?”

“The food truck, my ride is gone, therefore I have no way to get back to the restaurant and my vehicle.”  

“I’ll take you.”

“Thanks Riley, that's nice of you.”

Mason carried all her stuff to the car for her.        

“Hey I know, you’re depending on me to get back to your car, but I was wondering if  you felt up for doing something else for a little bit.  I mean we’re already out, and we both said we need to be more social.”

“What did you have in mind?”  

“Okay hear me out.. I’ve always wanted to go to this place.”

“Wheelz?!?!?!  This used to be my favorite place as a kid.  I had several birthday parties here. Midnight skating slaps.”

“But you said this was your favorite place as a kid?”

“Kids can be teenagers too.”

“Are you good at skating?”

“I am great at skating, are you Riley?”  

“Yes, I wouldn’t have mentioned this place if I couldn’t.  I’m not trying to embarrass myself.  But I wanted to have someone to go with. I don’t have a date, so would you maybe be my plus one?”

“Yes. I’d be honored to be your plus one Riley Brooks.”

[venomroad]

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[tw1stedthicket]

sad rant below lol just ignore me i just need this to exist in the world rather than not in my brain.

I crave death. Why am I questioning my sexuality again. I wanna cry dude I wish I didn't know any labels and just wanna fuck off into the woods and say I don't fucking know what I am except confused. I really, really like women, but also think sex with anyone is cool (even guys) because stimulation from multiple forms feels good and connection itself can feel good

and men can be cool but I don't really wanna date them though tbh, but also I can't say with 100% earnest that I have no appreciation why people are attracted to men because even though I do feel disgust sometimes at some things I also think painting with too broad of a brush erases the qualities/dynamics in people that transcend gender and are attractive in everybody and I can admit that I am attracted(*?) at times to men

or i at least feel kinda fuckin sick of it being funny to be repulsed by men bc like cmon touch grass at some point youre an adult why aren't men also great and desirable learn a different method of expressing your interest in other things than an online way of saying "ew cooties" to all of men who are individuals too

also I do think that at least for myself any hard line I draw feels redundant as fuck because the world is chock full of people and perhaps sexuality in and of itself is a phenomenon experienced in the context of others in relation to yourself meaning that it's heavily alchemized and influenced by people and there are always people who come across my path that I feel like I could really go through life loving and ppl's own genders can change as well or how they interpret even just "woman" means something wildly different and varying in its own way from a binary meaning that the utility of an identity emphasizing one specific "format" of person makes me feel icky, and also why the fuck does it make sense that i can be attracted to ppl who are bigender or genderfluid for example and they are women at times but men at others, like, is that a different kind of man? idfk.

but also I kinda feel like I don't know how to parse attraction vs. desire vs. arousal, and sometimes what I feel for men is more so arousal and getting off to the notion of being wanted -

except that probably has more to do with things like self esteem & someone finding me desirable, yknow (which is not hard to find in men, which with them being cool and all is like...well...*obligatory you have to be cool and reciprocate kicks in*) and even tho women are RIGHT THERE sometimes it's harder to believe that women, the vastly cooler ppl (lol sorry men i didnt mean to go back to being mean), would find *me* desirable, plus also it's prolly preferable sexual dynamics emphasizing wanted-ness (submissive peeps like myself WANT that setup of attention and desire and control so naturally I might gravitate toward that feeling), and overall male approval and validation can be a hell of a drug

a drug i might add that historically at no point in time in my life has ever been fucking normal and led to authentic experiences and always leaves me feeling like I just enjoy a cat and mouse feeling more than anything and being wanted - which in itself is interesting because a big aspect of feeling the resonance of an identity like "lesbian" that centers women is in how much greater i think life would be if i *wasnt* ever attracted to/desired/whatever men and vice versa and just lived in a world without those complicated feelings where every guy truly was just a bro to me and it was all kumbayah and i never had to worry about any ambiguity at all and i would pull that switch permanently off forever, and also because the fun always always stops the moment the other guy is interested in going further than just sexual messing around stuff and them experiencing legitimate /attraction/ like not just arousal or desire or pursuit but like legitimate ****romantic*** connection & that's a very gross and uncomfortable feeling that just kinda makes me feel guilty and wanna say "oh, buddy..."

except i don't know how to take it that as of the past few weeks i have been feeling fucking strange and topsy turvy because i for some reason have had my sex drive shoot through the fucking empire state building

and i know men are extremely easy access and you can play them like a fucking fiddle when all you care about is transactional (sorry men) and that's cool when you want to be all subby about it and let them dominate you which ppl into that are happy to do if you are a playful participant except also it feels incredibly shameful for me because i don't think that's what i truly want.

because why is this here when for the last few years i have been utterly enamored with women to the point i wanted to say "fuck all men!" and have been super happy to imagine life with women

and i also have some weird internalized beliefs/scripts im aware i unconsciously hold regarding women's sexuality and sapphic women's sexuality in particular that why do i sometimes feel like women are just purer or something and are like the people getting-fucked and not doing-the-fucking like deer or some shit like that classic tumblr post about how gay women dont owe anybody anything other than the nastiest sex they want to have. and all of the sparklies and butterflies in the world at beautiful women are also not just "hehe so pretty" but also "I WANT TO FUCK YOU INTO THE MATTRESS" and even how lesbian sex is im not sure how they do bdsm and i kinda feel at times like i'm operating solely in a vacuum just theorizing shit because it's not like i've even been able to have a single fucking conversation with a lesbian in my life -- ive met plenty of ppl attracted to women and even sapphics that are, but it's always a point of comraderie sometimes like "haha women are so pretty right"

NO FUCK SHIT DAMN IM TIRED OF THAT

I WANT TO MEET UP WITH A HOT WOMAN FOR COFFEE AND HAVE A GOOD CONVERSATION WITH HER AND FEEL AUTHENTIC AND REAL AND HEAR ABOUT HER LIFE AS SHE HEARS ABOUT MINE AND WE CLICK AND THEN MAYBE GO TO SOME STORES AND HANG OUT A LITTLE AND BE FLIRTY AND WE PICK OUT WHAT THE OTHER PERSON LIKES LIKE "HEY THIS IS SO YOU-CODED LOL" WHEN HOLDING A LITTLE FUCKING GHOST MUG

AND WE BE SILLY AND WALK AROUND OUTSIDE AND MAYBE FIND OTHER COOL THINGS TO DO TOGETHER THAT WE BOTH HAVE SHARED HOBBIES IN AND THEN SHE HOLDS ME AS I TELL HER ABOUT HOW VULNERABLE A FEELING IT IS TO BE SO HAPPY IN LIFE AND STILL YEARN SO BAD

AND SHE WOULD HOLD ME CLOSE AND CARESS MY HAIR AND TELL ME THAT MAYBE I JUST HAVE NEEDED SOMEBODY TO SHOW ME THAT I WAS WORTH YEARNING FOR TOO

AND WE BUY EACH OTHER LITTLE TREATS AND CALM EACH OTHER DOWN IN A PANIC AND LEARN TO TALK ABOUT HARD SHIT AND SHE GIVES A FUCK MAN AND WHEN IT COMES TO THAT POINT

WHENEVER IT IS

THEN SHE IS MATURE AND SMART ENOUGH TO BE HONEST THAT SHE WANTS TO FUCK ME AND WE CAN FUCK LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE AND HAVE DIRTY FUCKED UP FANTASIES LIKE WE ALL DO AND HAVE OUR MOMENTS AND IDK ITD BE VERY NICE IF SHE REALLY DID KNOW WHAT SHE LIKED AND SHE LIKED TO DOMINATE PEOPLE AND MAKE THEM FLUSTERED AND GOD LIKE IDEK HOW TO PARSE WOMENS SEXUALITY TBH BUT I KNOW I WANT IT

AND IM NOT HAPPY ANYMORE MAN. IM NOT SATISFIED AND FULL ANYMORE ON JUST THESE SUPER WONDERFUL DREAMS OF RELATIONSHIPS AND HAPPINESS KNOWING I HAVE THE FREEDOM TO PURSUE THEM I NEED TO ACTUALLY FUCKING PURSUE THEM

LIKE IM FUCKING LONELY AND THE THING ABOUT LONELINESS IS THAT ITS LIKE A FUCKING NEWTON CRADLE OR SOME SHIT THAT PINGS OFF ITSELF AND THE LONELIER YOU ARE THE HARDER IT IS TO STAND YOUR GROUND AS YOURSELF AND AS A WHOLE PERSON AND A COMPLETE PERSON AND YOU FEEL LIKE A WEAK DOG WHO IS PRONE TO BEGGING THE LONGER TIME GOES ON AND IT BECOMES EVEN MORE SHAMEFUL TO SHARE WITH OTHERS THAT SEE YOU AND WANT TO AVOID THAT DESPERATION AND I HATE THAT IT'S PROBABLY MY FUCKING RITALIN IVE BEEN ON THAT HAS MADE ME NEED DOPAMINE AND WANT TO BE HORNY AS SIN ALL THE GODDAMN TIME BUT I ALWAYS JUST END UP CRYING WHENEVER IM ALONE BECAUSE IDK IF I NEED MY HAIR PLAYED WITH AND KISSED OR MY FACE SHOVED IN A PILLOW BUT I NEED IT DJDIDIFIFOGOGOVOVOGOG

[yncoreee]

YOU’RE PRETTY. Danielle X reader

Synopsis— Danielle is happy that you’re finally getting comfortable with her and talking more

Warnings .ᐟ Grumpy x sunshine, Plot twist lol, Jealousy, Advice you to read pt.1, Dani Avoiding y/n, School au, Female reader, FLUFF

꩜ — ⵌWord count 1575

The last time both Danielle and Y/n had conversed was since After the submission of the art project.

Y/n never bothered to talk to Danielle or even interact with her since they’re done with the “business”.

Meanwhile Danielle on the other kept on thinking of ways to get to talk to her and maybe even be friends.

“Hey y/n!” She smiled at her.

Y/n looked up to her and looked back down at her book. “Oh hey” she mumbled.

“You seems so concentrated on that book, what’s it called?” She asked tilting her head to the side. Although y/n didn’t want to admit it, she found it queit cute.

“Uhh umm it’s just a book I found in the library” y/n said closing the book to see the name.

“Cool. So you’re into books right?” She asked with a small smile.

“Yeah”

“You’re into stuffs like art, I’ve noticed” she blurted out. “You’ve noticed?” Y/n asked furrowing her eyebrows as she squinted her eyes a bit.

Danielle’s eyes widened slightly as she realized what she said. “I- uhh I-I didn’t mean l-like…. I wasn’t observing you okay” she spoke placing her face in her palms, her face looking all flustered.

Y/n chuckled At her. “It’s good you’re observing me, you’ll get to know what I like without asking me” Y/n smiled a bit.

Danielle could feel her face heat up. She just realized y/n was the absolute sweetest but just doesn’t know how to express it sometimes.

“Oh…..” she said, still red.

She couldn’t help but notice that y/n had some similarities to a cat and a certain someone.

The bell rang for lunch break. Danielle glanced back at y/n and smiled. “I’ll be going out for break…. And I guess you’ll probably be in class right?” She asked, already knowing the answer.

Y/n nodded her head and watched as Danielle left the class.

As Danielle made her way to the usual table her and her group of friends usually sit she noticed that someone was missing. “Hey where’s Haerin?” She asked, looking around the cafeteria.

“Oh she said that she wanted to see someone” Hyein stated.

“Oh…. That’s fine I guess” she mumbled.

After a few minutes Danielle noticed Haerin hadn’t come back. Worry overcame Danielle’s mind so she excused herself and went on a walk around the school in hopes of seeing Haerin.

She also wanted to steal a quick glance at y/n in the classroom.

When she couldn’t find Haerin she decided to give up and just go spy on y/n.

She did her best to be secretive and peeped a little into the classroom. She gasped lightly at the sight.

There she saw y/n sitting on the spot she left her but Haerin sitting next to her with a lunch box. It seemed like Haerin was feeding her or something.

What also surprised her was y/n clinging onto Haerin. She’d never seen y/n cling onto anyone talk- less of Haerin who was almost the same as y/n.

Y/n seemed a lot closer to Haerin. Danielle noticed y/n acting like a big baby towards Haerin. Why wasn’t she acting this way to her. She thought. She couldn’t help but feel a little pang of jealousy.

Danielle let out a sigh. What was she expecting? Y/n obviously hated her presence and cheerful attitude. There’s no way she would act like that in front of her.

She bit her lips as she left, trying to refrain herself from storming into the room and asking them so many questions.

“Omg Haerin you don’t have to feed me like a baby” y/n spoke refusing to let Haerin feed her the baby style.

“Ahhh Haerin-Unnie, and besides you’re my baby sister” she responded lightly, pinching y/n’s cheeks.

“Girl you’re just 5 minutes older, even people that are born the same year don’t call each other Unnie” y/n said chuckling a bit.

“Five minutes seems like 5 years to me” she huffed, raising her palm up. “Now open wide for the airplane” she spoke, making sounds with her mouth.

Y/n couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed as she watched your own twin sister who was just older BY FIVE FREAKING MINUTES feed her like a baby.

As Haerin finished up her phone lit up meaning she revived a notification. “Oh I’ve got to go, Danielle Unnie is looking for me” she spoke as she packed her things.

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows. “Wait, you know Danielle?” She asked curiously.

“Danielle Unnie” y/n rolled your eyes at the correction. “But yeah, she’s in my friend group” Haerin added, getting up from the seat.

“Oh that’s cool, it must be really nice knowing somebody as nice and sweet as her” y/n spoke nodding her head.

“Yeah, she’s like a ray of sunshine”

“Okay then, I’ll see you after school” y/n bid goodbye to haerin.

Over the past few days, y/n noticed that Danielle had stopped talking to her and whenever she tried to ask about something or say something, she’d always make up excuses to leave.

Anytime she saw her coming in her direction, she’d immediately turn back and go the other way.

“Why are you being all sulky?” Haerin asked, setting down the food.

“You know Dani Unnie? As in your friend, she keeps avoiding me” y/n huffed crossing her arms over her chest with a slight pout on your face.

“Really? It’s really rare for her to avoid someone, in fact I’ve never seen her avoid anyone but here you are now telling me she’s avoiding you” Haerin said with a shocked expression.

“Wow, that’s….. but don’t worry I’ll confront her about it” Haerin added, patting your head.

“Lover girl” she mumbled but it was audible enough for you to head.

“Hey! I’m not a lover girl!!” You immediately said.

“Yeah yeah whatever, I don’t believe you” she rolled her eyes taking a bite out of your food.

When she was done. She packed up and left the classroom to go to the cafeteria where her friend group usually sat.

“Hey guys!” She greeted them taking a seat next to hyein.

“Oh hey Haerin, where have you been?” Hanni asked, tilting her head to the side.

“Ohhh uhh I was just meeting up with someone” she replied taking a quick look at Danielle.

She could see Danielle had slightly reacted with a scoff. Was she jealous or was she just scoffing because Haerin didn’t give full details.

Haerin couldn’t tell but can you blame her? The world is too slow for her.

Curiosity got the best of her and Haerin Finally decided to speak up. “Hey umm Dani Unnie, you know Y/n right?”.

Danielle’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of your name. “Yeah, why’d you ask?” She asked a little bit confused as to why she suddenly brought y/n up.

“Well, she noticed that you’ve been avoiding her lately….. is there a reason why?” Haerin asked hesitantly.

The others glances at Danielle with shocked expressions listening to the conversation.

Danielle let out another scoff. Of course y/n would’ve told Haerin, she’s probably her girlfriend and they’d share things with each other.

Danielle hesitated before sighing and speaking up. “It’s because she has a girlfriend and I don’t want to be in the way of their relationship” she said, making eye contact with the ground.

Haerin furrowed her eyebrows at Danielle. “Girlfriend y/n has a girlfriend???” She asked.

Danielle face palmed herself. “She does. Haerin and I know it’s you, wait I’m sorry for saying your relationship out like that” Danielle bit her bottom lips.

The others now looked at Haerin with widened eyes.

“Oh my God!” Hyein exclaimed.

Meanwhile Haerin gave Danielle a ‘wtf’ face. “I’m not dating y/n, how can I date her, she’s my sister” haerin suddenly said followed by a silence for 5 secs.

“SISTER?!!” They all exclaimed, including Danielle.

“Yes. She’s my twin sister”

“TWIN SISTER?!!!” They exclaimed again.

“HAHSHSBDBSH HYEIN.exe had stopped working” hyein spoke shutting down. Causing Haerin to giggle.

“Haerin why didn’t you tell us??” Minji asked

“You never asked”

“Why didn’t you introduce her to us???” Hanni asked.

“And introduce my sister to a bunch of losers, no way”

“Anyways, y/n has been sulky because you’re avoiding her, so are you gonna make it up to her or smth?” Haerin asked, raising an eyebrow at Danielle.

Danielle came out from her train of thoughts. “Yeah, I’ll make it up to her. Right now” she spoke getting up.

“You got this Dani!” Hanni said with a cheerful smile giving Danielle a thumbs up.

Danielle couldn't help but feel guilty. It was like she set you up. She started talking to you and acting friendly then all of a sudden she stopped talking and avoiding you.

She felt like a fake friend.

She mentally cursed herself for thinking you and Haerin were dating. No wonder you both looked alike.

As she made her way to the front door of the class she saw you sitting by the window staring outside with your headphones on.

She clutched onto the door knob. Oh how fast her heart was racing. She felt like it was going to explode out of her chest.

“Dani Unnie?”

Part 3, ↳ More grumpy x sunshine here

[ki-kink]

As wished by @toxicafaesthetic here translated to English:

Yo dude, if you're a real badass, nobody thinks you got anything going on up there. Like, as if anyone would realize you're already killing it and there are enough peeps throwing cash at you and willingly cleaning your kicks. Been there, done that. And when you're ballin' with the boys in Lloret de Mar, of course no one believes you're sitting in the Business Class. Same old drill at security, they pat me down thoroughly. But if the Security guy's hot, I'll tuck my gold chain nicely in my pocket before I go through the scanner.

That loser who's been tailing me since security really thinks he can fool me. Bro, he needs to wake up earlier! His plan? Not bad, but so easy to see through. Him spilling my Jacky Cola on my pants and telling me to switch seats? Ridiculous! But hey, no biggie, I like it when someone rubs on me. Plus, there are worse seatmates than dudes in bomber jackets with square faces.

The dude tries to play it cool as I scroll through some lit trashy pics on my phone. Obviously, he's peepin', he can't help it. And of course, he gets a 'lil excited. Naturally, he follows me to the bathroom. And of course, when he sees my junk, suddenly he's not a tough guy anymore, just a little submissive jerk with a boner.

The steward hands me another Jacky Cola before I go, and the jerk gets to carry my bag. Sure, I can do a lot, but drink, look cool, and carry my Louis Vuitton Weekender at the same time? Nah. Besides, looks better when I got someone being my puppet.

The cop spy? No luggage, had to tail me last minute. Pathetic disguise, what a loser. But hey, he's got a nice butt and tongue, gotta give him that. He tosses my bag in the trunk of the G-Wagon picking me up. Asks if we should hang out sometime. Dude's clueless! But hey, I like playing with idiots who underestimate me. Ask him if he wants to come to the hotel. Of course, he says "Yes." Jackpot, he thinks. Jackpot, I think.

Of course, the cop can't hold back in the car. Just sucked my junk at 10,000 feet, now he can't wait to get to the hotel. Honestly, I'd rather shoot my saliva up his butt than in his face. But a good trashy dude steps in when a hole needs filling. Even if it's a cop's face. The driver's a cool dude. And a smart one. "Fick die Polizei" by Automatikk blasts from the AMG speakers. Perfect!

At the hotel, the cop asks if he can shower. Sure, I say, but clean that butt real good, 'cause I'm gonna plow it. Loud moaning from the shower. Yup, I haven't let him release yet, he's gotta do that now, the jerk. I search through his jacket. Smells real good of cigs and cop sweat. Gotta admit, he's a hot one. Got handcuffs too. The bed has bars on the headboard. Already know what I'll do with those cuffs. And after I've thoroughly pounded him, we're gonna hit the town with the boys for some drinks. He may still be a cop. But he's leaving Lloret as a trashy dude!

Proll-Stalking

Alter, wenn du 'n richtiger Assi bist, dann denkt halt keiner, dass du was auf’m Kasten hast. Scheiße, als ob einer checken würde, dass du längst am Drücker bist und dass es genug Leute gibt, die dir ihre Kohle hinterherwerfen und auch noch freiwillig deine Sneaker putzen. Kenn ich nur zu gut. Und wenn du dann mit den Jungs nach Lloret de Mar ballerst, glaubt natürlich keiner, dass du in der Business Class sitzt. Jedes Mal dasselbe an der Kontrolle, die fummeln mich da gründlich ab. Aber wenn der Security-Typ heiß ist, schieb ich meine Goldkette schön in die Tasche, bevor’s durch die Schleuse geht.

Dieser Spasti, der mir seit der Kontrolle auf den Fersen hängt, denkt echt, er könnte mich verarschen. Alter, der muss aber früher aufstehen! Sein Plan? Gar nicht mal so schlecht, aber mega leicht zu durchschauen. Dass der Steward mir meinen Jacky Cola über die Hose kippt und dann meint, ich soll den Platz wechseln? Lächerlich! Aber ey, kein Problem, ich hab’s eh gern, wenn mir einer im Schritt rumreibt. Außerdem gibt’s schlimmere Sitznachbarn als so Typen mit Bomberjacke und kantigem Gesicht.

Der Penner gibt sich Mühe, locker zu bleiben, während ich auf meinem Handy 'n paar goile Proll-Bilder als Wichsvorlage durchscrolle. Klar, er glotzt rüber, kann nicht anders. Und natürlich kriegt er 'n Harten. Natürlich folgt er mir auf’s Klo. Und natürlich ist er, wenn er meinen Dödel sieht, plötzlich keine harte Sau mehr, sondern nur noch 'n kleiner devoter Wichser mit ’nem Steifen.

Der Steward drückt mir zum Abschied noch 'nen Jacky Cola in die Hand, und der Wichser darf schön meine Tasche tragen. Klar, Alter, ich kann viel, aber trinken, cool aussehen und gleichzeitig meinen Louis-Vuitton-Weekender schleppen? Nicht drin. Sieht auch besser aus, wenn ich jemanden hab, der den Hampelmann für mich macht.

Der Bullen-Spitzel? Natürlich ohne Gepäck, musste ja spontan hinter mir her. Was für ’ne erbärmliche Tarnung, was für 'n Loser. Aber 'n knackigen Arsch und 'ne Zunge hat der, das muss man ihm lassen. Er packt mir die Tasche in den Kofferraum der G-Klasse, die mich abholt. Fragt noch, ob wir uns die Tage mal sehen. Alter, ist der dumm! Aber hey, ich spiel gern mit Idioten, die mich unterschätzen. Frag ihn, ob er Bock hat, ins Hotel zu kommen. Klar sagt er „Ja“. Jackpot, denkt er. Jackpot, denk ich.

Natürlich kann der Bulle sich im Auto nicht zurückhalten. Er hat gerade erst in 10.000 Metern Höhe meinen Schwanz gelutscht, jetzt kann er nicht bis ins Hotel warten. Eigentlich würde ich ihm meinen Sabber lieber in den Arsch als in die Fresse schießen. Aber ein guter Proll ist zur Stelle, wenn ein Loch gefüllt werden muss. Auch, wenn es eine Bullenfresse ist. Der Fahrer des Wagens ist eine coole Sau. Und eine clevere. Aus den geilen Boxen vom AMG dröhnt „Fick die Polizei“ von Automatikk. Passend!

Im Hotel fragt der Bulle, ob er mal duschen darf. Klar, sag‘ ich, aber bitte auch den Arsch gut ausspülen, bevor ich ihn ficke. Aus der Dusche kommt lautes Stöhnen. Klar, ich habe ihn noch nicht abspritzen lassen, das muss er jetzt nachholen, der Wichser. Ich durchsuche mal seine Jacke. Stinkt geil nach Zigaretten und Bullenschweiß. Muss man ihm lassen, ne geile Sau ist er. Handschellen hat er auch dabei. Das Bett hat Gitterstäbe am Kopfteil. Dann weiß ich schon, was ich mit den Handschellen anfangen werde. Und wenn die Sau so richtig durchgevögelt ist, gehen wir mit den Jungs einen Saufen. Er mag noch ein Bulle sein. Aber Lloret verlässt er als Proll-Sau!

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[sincerely-sofie]

Submission by Oblonger:

"So then!" Twig's voice echoed off of the walls of the cave. "Spinda came over with a Rawst berry and asked if I was okay! And at that point, I was in so much distress that I just took it without saying anything and ate the whole thing in two bites! But I did it so fast that I choked on it!"

Twig's laughter echoed off the cave walls, muffled only by the sand and a few dirty, ancient, pillows. Twig's laughter trailed off, and she gave a hearty sigh. "So yeah, that's how I found out I couldn't eat any spicy food!"

Twig quietly stared at the cave wall she'd been talking to. Crudely carved on the surface were people she'd known. Friends, neighbors, shopkeepers, the members of Wigglytuff's guild...

Celebi, Dusknoir...

Grovyle...

Manaphy...

Kip...

And next to the carving of Kip was a carving of a charmander.

Twig's arms wrapped tight around her chest. Her smile faded as tears stung in her eyes.

After a moment passed, the silence was broken by a sob, then a whimper;

"I miss you all so much..."

[nokacchan]

With Love | Before School's Out | Lee Know

pairing : lee know x fem!reader

genre : fluff , lee know being a simp for reader

≡;- ꒰ blurb ꒱ : where club leader, lee know recruits a year 2 who just transferred to his school. When he found himself falling for her in merely 4 months, how would he confess before he graduates from high school?

w.c 6.6k

📎rei's note : this is my 2nd submission (based on the voting after 48hrs) for Before School's Out Series!~ I hope you look forward to our next member submission, chan~ see you guys around~ byebye

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You always liked baking which made your classmates quite fond of you. You weren't that surprised. Beside the point, you hadn't signed up for any club since you transferred to this in the middle of year 2.

Being multi-talented in both sports & cooking made you the target for every club leader. Everyone wants to recruit you. However your teacher had already signed you up in a club without you knowing. Why?

Because the treats you brought to school had brought someone' else's attention to you, Lee Minho. He was the club leader of the baking club. Your teacher, well...decided to play cupid this time. She had caught lee know peeking into your classroom. She could tell instantly that lee know has taken a serious interest in you.

"Minho! What are you doing here?", your teacher called him.

Lee know flinched. He rubbed the back of his nape nervously while looking at your teacher.

"O-oh ssaem", he bowed slightly, making your teacher wave her hand in the air in dismissal.

"Are you looking for y/n?", she questioned. Lee know became tensed up.

"What makes you think that?"

"I noticed you always looking at her from outside my class. Oh dear, you definitely heard about her baking skill, didn't you?"

He let out a light chuckle. Your teacher gave him a small smile.

"I can sign her up to join your club if you want".

"Really!?? Thank you so much ssaem!", lee know bowed. A laugh escaped your teacher's lips.

Just then, the classroom door opened. You waved to your teacher who you saw talking to a senior you had never seen before. She waved back before letting you excuse yourself to the restroom. Lee know's gaze followed your figure, making your teacher chuckled at him.

"You sure do like her huh?", your teacher spoke. Lee know's eyes widened.

"Ssaem—", she interrupted him. she placed her index finger against her lips.

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me", Lee know let out a sigh of relief. He just hoped his feelings weren't too obvious that you'll notice. He didn't want to creep you out, knowing that you didn't know him that well. These 2 weeks you have been here, lee know found you really interested...and

you're really pretty to him.

*knock knock*

You peeped your head into the open club room. A smile appeared on your face when you saw a bunch of club members looking at you. Some smiled while others invited you to enter the room, recognizing you immediately. The club room was designed like a kitchen. The little decorations put up were totally up your alley. It felt cozy and warm.

"You're y/n, right?", you turned around to look at the male who had spoken to you.

You nodded your head before shaking his hand.

"Yup! you must be lee minho, ssaem told me a lot about you~ You're so cool!~", you giggled, feeling like your usual bubbly self.

Some of the club members cooed at your cuteness. Lee know chuckled. He took his hand out of his pocket before placing something in your hand.

"I wonder what ssaem talked about me to you. But yeah, I'm the club leader here. And~..."

"Here's an apron for you. It has your name embroidered to it. And, it's in your favorite color"

"Thanks!", you smiled cutely at him.

Your eyes sparkled as you looked down at the apron. A smile appeared on lee know's face as he watches you. You didn't even realize that yours were indeed different from the rest of the club members. Unknowingly to you, some of his club members were grinning from across the club room as they watched your interaction between you and their club leader. The smile on his face dropped as he glared back at them, jerking his head to the side, gesturing them to get back to their work. Laughter broke out but you were too busy admiring your new apron.

You and lee know got closer as the months pass. It wasn't a surprise for the seniors club members since lee know was the one who wanted you to join the club (not that you know either).

Since the seniors were going to graduate soon, the teachers had decided that the year 2 and year 1 should bake something for the seniors as a farewell gift. To decide who should do for who, the teacher made a lucky draw, so that the result would be random. Some of the female juniors had a sour expression on their faces when they realized they didn't get who they wanted.

"Who did you get?", somi, one of the seniors asked you.

You showed her your paper.

"Minho~", you smiled widely.

Somi looked at you, surprised just screaming all over her face.

"Woah, lucky you then. A lot of the year 1 were so desperate to get minho", she explained. you furrowed your brows in confusion.

"It's just minho", you spoke nonchalantly.

Somi looked at you blankly. She even questioned herself, how oblivious you were. The year 3 club members could tell how much lee know likes you.

Lee know wasn't the type to have a crush on someone. He thinks he is being slick but...pretty much everyone can see right through him.

For example, right now...

"Oh, y/n! Who did you get?", lee know spoke as he wrapped his arms around your shoulder. The younger female club members, looked at the two of you, with envy in their eyes. Everyone wanted to be in your place.

"You"

"Oh, what are you going to make for me?"

You placed a finger against your lips. A small grin on your face.

"It's a secret~".

Lee know chuckled at your little antics. Your face scrunched up when he pinched your cheek.

Somi looked at lee know with a grin on her face. He knew that she had also found out about his obvious crush on you. He was just glad that you were oblivious to his feelings. At least that's what he thinks...

He was really praying that no one would snitch on him and tell you that he likes you. and...may or may not have purposely cheated to make you draw his name. Oh well, not like anyone was going to find out.

Lee know looked around the club room. A pout appeared on his face when he realized he couldn't find you anywhere. He was pretty sure you were present in school.

The juniors were already passing their gifts to their seniors. His phone suddenly rang, looking at the caller id, he immediately picked up as he left the room.

"Hey, where are you?...", lee know spoke on the line.

"somewhere~, just meet me outside", you teased him. He brows furrow as he looks around the hallway to see if he could see you anywhere.

"Where exactly?", you suddenly hung up the call, making him confused. He walked outside of the school but couldn't find you anywhere.

"BOOO!", you shouted into his ear. He flinched. His eyes squinted at you as he pinched your cheek. You pouted.

"I told you to stop doing that". He only shook his head.

"Then, stop yelling into my ear". You only scrunched your face in response.

The two of you made your way to the bench by the school garden. You nudged him to open the box that you left on the bench. It was wrapped nicely in his favorite color. He carefully opened the box to reveal the little cake that you made just for him.

'ily'

A huge smile appeared on his face. He turned to look at you, cupping your face almost immediately.

"Minho...", you mumbled out barely due to the fact he was squishing your cheeks. He looked at you in the eye, hoping you would get the message.

You nodded your head at him. He leaned down to leave a peck on your lips before moving his hands towards your waist. Both of your faces were slightly red.

Lee know got lost in your gaze. Even a blind man can tell how in love he is with you.

"you know, i wanted to confess to you first but i guess you got to me", he let out a chuckle.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, making him lean his head against your shoulder.

"babo (like a fool) ", you whispered into his ear.

"hm?", he turned his head to look at you. You cheekily smiled at him.

You kissed him on the cheek. Lee know's brows raised in amusement. "it's my second gift for you, made with love", you grinned. Lee know chuckled as he pinched your cheek.

"Yah! when did you learn to be this cute", he questioned jokingly.

"from you. who else would likes me, romantically besides you...so willingly rigged the draw", you mumbled the last part. Lee know's eyes widened in surprised.

"How did you know that!?"

"I'm not that oblivious, lee minho"

The end.

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[inkykeiji]

do i make you scared? baby won’t you take me back

characters: dabi | todoroki touya, shigaraki tomura

genre: smut with a bit of angst sprinkled over it

notes: the second part of a companion piece to i can take you there but baby you won’t make it back. i’m really not kidding when i say this is almost entirely smut. uhhh virgin!tomura is a nasty nasty boy, please please please heed the warnings and stay safe! <3 | title credit: save that shit by lil peep

warnings: 18+, pseudo-incest (stepcest), non-consensual branding (yes, branding in the sense that something is being burned into the skin), noncon/dubcon, dacryphilia, cheating, degradation/dumbification, emotional manipulation, cumplay/snowballing, cockwarming, size difference, generally toxic relationships

words: 7.1k

synopsis:

“Was it good?” he seethes, eyes narrowed sharply. You think you might be able to detect a hint of distress sown into his voice, but you have no time to meditate on the thought as he yanks again, pulling your head back further. “Was it worth it?”

Glistening tears stream down your cheeks and you exhale harshly through your nose, teeth gritted as you urgently try to stop crying.

“Fucking answer me,” he growls out the words, but he sounds almost…desperate? You’ve never heard his voice like this before, and it’s then that it finally dawns on you.

You got him back.

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To your surprise, you spend the rest of your night the day after the party texting Tomura, and every time your screen lights up with a message from him, it sends a whole flock of butterflies fluttering in your tummy. You should feel guilty, really, but you’ve never been in a situation like this before and it’s…exhilarating.

It’s risky, answering these texts when Touya’s a mere few feet from you, but it sends sparks shooting up your spine, the idea of getting caught doing something you’re definitely not supposed to, the very thought of how upset he’d be if he knew, making you feel giddy.

You guard your phone closely for the rest of the week, deleting messages exactly after you send them—Touya has taken it and gone through it in the past, so it wasn’t far-fetched to think he may try to do the same thing again. It wasn’t like he didn’t notice your nose in your phone, little giggles bubbling up from your chest as you responded to whatever was on the screen. You can see it in his eyes, the frustration building each and every time a soft laugh escapes your lips, eyes glimmering as you tap out a response.

You plan your impending visit strategically, in tandem with Tomura. He knows Touya’s unpredictable and seemingly ever-changing schedule better than you do, and you both know that there’s absolutely no way in hell Touya would ever willingly let you hang out with each other—he barely leaves the two of you alone when Tomura comes over to your house, so you can only imagine how livid he’d be if you even asked to go spend some time with him, just the two of you.

You wear your prettiest dress—Touya’s favourite dress, a deep, satiny crimson—two inches too short to be considered proper, the hem brushing your midthigh. It hides a pair of baby pink cotton panties you’re sure Tomura will like.

Your veins thrum with the combined mix of terror and anticipation as he lets you in, and the heady combination has your entire body trembling. Tomura gives you a look as you kick your shoes off, eyes narrowed as they scan your body.

“You comin’ down or something?”

“I-I’m not allowed drugs,” you admit meekly, eyes falling to your feet, toes wiggling a bit.

Tomura snorts, an amused little smirk on his lips as he mutters, “No, of course not,”

Long, slender fingers wrap around your wrist, his cold touch making you jump, giving a slight yank as he begins leading you. He lives alone, in an apartment his father pays for—which is surprisingly much tidier than you expected—and you can’t help but look around curiously, eager to learn more about him, glazed eyes searching for hints in the empty takeout containers littering the counter, in the few articles of clothing strewn around the place.

Brows knit together when he bypasses his bedroom completely—the door wide open to reveal a large bed with blue sheets tangled at the bottom—and leads you to a living room with plush couches and an ornate rug you’re positive he didn’t pick out by himself. His fingers release, and he plops down on the floor, hands curling around a gaming controller. Scarlet eyes drift to you, up your legs and to your face, and you resist the urge to shiver under his intense gaze—you’re sure he can see straight up your dress from this angle.

But he does nothing except look at you expectantly, not breaking his stare until you finally sit down next to him, daintily tucking your knees under yourself.

Then he’s shoving an extra controller at you almost aggressively, the sudden motion pulling a gasp from your throat, making you flinch away.

“Relax,” he rolls his eyes, pushing the controller at you again and shaking it a little in his hand, trying to entice you to take it. “I’m not gonna hurt you, or anything,”

“You…You’re—what?”

Tomura observes you carefully, scrutinizing now, eyes narrowing a little as they scan your face. You stare back at him dumbly, lips slightly parted. “What?” he snaps.

“But I thought—I mean, I want you to—”

“What?”

“That came out wrong,” you rush to say, shutting your eyes tightly in embarrassment. “What I mean is…Um, didn’t I come over so we can like, fuck?” your cheeks burn as you force the words out, ears ringing as blood rushes to your face, so loud you almost miss his sharp intake of breath.

Tomura’s eyes widen and he stares at you for a long moment before he checks his phone, scrolling through your messages. “You said…You wanted to play video games?”

You look at him, blinking in astonishment. “And you believed that?”

Tomura frowns a little, eyebrows knitting, slightly defensive. “Well, yeah?”

You’re at a loss for words as you stare back at the man sitting cross-legged in front of you, watching you closely. This is the guy Touya so desperately didn’t want you to be around?

Powerless to stop the little giggle that bubbles up in your throat, you inch towards him on your knees. “You’re kinda cute, y’know?”

Soft notes of tiger orchid and sweet sticky toffee waft over him, your body heat clinging to his skin as you settle beside him, thigh touching his knee. He seethes at you, and his fingers twitch around the controller, a hand moving to rake his nails against his neck.

You reach out, little fingers wrapping around his wrist and pulling it away from his flesh.

“Do you want to?” you ask softly, gazing at him through your lashes, bringing his palm to rest over your breast.

“Are you stupid?” he spits, fingers instantly tightening the moment they meet satin, the strength of his grip making you gasp. “Of course I fucking want to. Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off to you? Christ,”

Warmth blossoms in your chest at the confession, sparking a dull heat that begins to spread deep in the pit of your stomach. You’re flattered, even though you can hear Touya’s voice in the back of your mind, sharp and condescending, reprimanding you for being so easy.

“Yeah? What did you think about?” Your voice quivers a little as you ask the question, but that doesn’t stop his ruby eyes from darkening, his free hand dropping the controller to shamelessly rub at the bulge in his jeans.

“How cute your little cunt must be, how sweet it’d taste, how good those lips would feel wrapped around my cock as I fuck your throat,” his voice drops an octave as he speaks, low and dangerous as he kneads your breast hard—too hard, but adrenaline keeps the pain from registering.

He’s reaching for you now, pale hands pawing at your hips and dragging you over, forcing you to straddle his lap. A soft whimper falls from your lips as he instantly begins rolling his hips up, like he can’t bear to wait, fingers digging into your flesh as they hold you in place.

Neither can you, apparently, because you begin wiggling a little in his grasp, trying in vain to rut against him.

“You’re a little whore, huh? Even with a virgin, you can’t help but grind on a hard cock,” he smirks, lips at your ear. “A hard cock’s a hard cock I guess, makes no difference to you, greedy little slut,”

A mewl escapes your throat as you nod, hips pushing forcefully against his, grinding your little cunt against rough denim.

Wait, virgin?

“A v-virgin?”

“Yeah, lucky you,”

His words taper off into a growl, vibrating in his chest, hands leaving your waist to cup your jaw and roughly pull your face to his, lips crashing into yours. You emit a soft, startled noise into his mouth, and he swallows it greedily, tongue forcing its way through your parted lips and into your mouth, commanding your own tongue into submission almost instantaneously.

It’s nothing like kissing Touya. Your body follows your tongue, melting into him. Fingers grip your jaw, pressing crescent indents into the skin as he guides your head to exactly where he wants it to go.

It isn’t romantic. It’s harsh, and desperate, a mess of teeth and tongues fighting for dominance. A hand tangles in your hair and pulls, forcing your head back and revealing your arched neck to him. His lips trail down the column of your throat, leaving wet, sloppy kisses in their wake.

“I wanna fuck you already,” he whines a little, aggressively thrusting against your clothed core. You moan out an affirmative noise, nodding.

“One rule,” you breathe out.

“Hmm? And what’s that?” his lips are against your neck, tongue painting it in glistening saliva with slow, languid strokes.

“No marks,” you yelp out just as his teeth sink into your skin. It stings, Tomura keeping his mouth latched onto your neck for a few seconds, teeth buried in the soft flesh. His tongue laves over the mark before pulling away completely, and a shiver crawls up your spine as the bite is exposed to the cool air.

He’s giggling into your shoulder, nipping at the skin superficially. “Oops,”  

“Tomura!” you whine, making no effort to pull his lips from your neck. “Touya’s going to murder me,”

He laughs again, pulling back and rolling his eyes. “And, what? He isn’t already going to kill you for fucking someone else?”

There isn’t a moment to respond, though, not a second to try and explain how weird Touya gets about marks in particular, because then he’s crushing his lips to yours again, hard, fervent, bruising.

“Gonna cum soon if you don’t fucking do something,” he practically snarls into your mouth.

The very thought of Tomura cumming in his pants just from a few minutes of dry humping makes your entire stomach flutter, a flash of pure confidence surging in your chest as involuntary words tumble from your mouth.

“Oh?” you murmur, breath hot against his lips. “Something? Like this?” you begin gyrating your hips in tiny, quick circles, giggling at the groan you rip from his throat.

And Tomura hates how fucking innocent you sound, gazing at him with glassy eyes and swollen lips and a sinful little smile.

“Stop,” it’s supposed to be a command, an order, but it comes out as a broken whine, his hands latching onto your hips again as he forces you to move even faster, rocking into you.

“Doesn’t feel like you want me to stop,” you pout a little and he huffs out a curse.

It’s intoxicating, to be in a position of power like this. It isn’t your favourite—you’re much too shy and indecisive to be in a role like this all the time—but the novelty of it excites you nonetheless. Touya never lets you do anything like this, hates being teased with a passion, but Tomura seems to enjoy it, like it’s some sort of game to him.

“Little bitch,” he breathes out, though his forehead is resting against yours, eyes shut, soft grunts spilling from his throat.

“C’mon, Tomura,” you whimper, and now it sounds like you’re the one begging. “Make a mess in your pants for me? P-Pretty please?”

That’s all it takes to have his hips stilling, fingers pressing bruises into your skin as he grips you tightly, holding you in place and forcing you to grind against him ever-so-slightly as his cock throbs and twitches in his jeans.

You expect him to push you off immediately after, to shout and berate you for such behaviour, but he doesn’t. Instead, he leans back against the bottom of the couch, arms encircling your waist and bringing you with him.

It must be uncomfortable, to sit in those soiled jeans filled with cum, but he doesn’t seem to care, more interested in exploring your mouth with his tongue as you kiss lazily. You don’t mind, although your clit is aching and swollen, pussy fluttering around nothing every so often as his fingers explore your body, kneading your ass and tweaking nipples, your panties soaked all the way through and sticking to you unpleasantly.

And it’s due to this that your hips still manage to rock against his in minuscule movements that are more teasing than anything else, little micro-circles that have your drenched cunt grinding gently against wet denim.

It seems he has an impossibly short refraction period because, before long, his cock’s hard again, pressing up into your clothed hole. You whimper his name into his mouth and he breaks the kiss, lips red and puffy, shining with saliva.  

“Take my cock out,” he instructs, voice stern despite his slight breathlessness. You crawl off his lap and do as your told, popping the button, tugging the zipper down and pulling at the waistband of his jeans. He lifts his hips just enough to aid you in dragging them down to his thighs, cock springing free.

“Clean it up,”

It’s covered in cum, so much cum—too much cum, more than is normal—glistening in the low light of the living room. It twitches a little under your gaze, as if to say get on with it already, so you wrap a hand around the base and bring the head to your lips.

You start with kitten licks, tongue tracing around the head and playing with the slit, pulling a deep, throaty moan from him.

“Don’t—Don’t swallow it,” he rasps. “Clean me up and keep all my cum in your mouth,”

It’s difficult—his cum is much more bitter than Touya’s, and you gag a few times as it settles on your tongue, marinating in your mouth. You try your best to hold it in your cheeks and away from your tastebuds, working as quickly as possible as you lap it up, gazing up at him with teary eyes when you’re finished.

“What a good girl,” he spits in a patronizing tone, like it’s an insult. “Kiss me,”

It’s a demand you have no choice but to obey, a hand rooting in your hair and yanking you up to face him.

He all but smashes your lips together, fingers still wrapped tightly in your hair, holding you in place. His tongue forces its way through your lips and you greet it eagerly, desperate to get his cum out of your mouth.

Except he doesn’t let you pull away after you’ve passed the majority of his cum to him, the bitter taste still stinging your tongue. No, he uses the fist tangled in your hair to keep you still as he shoves his tongue into your mouth again, transferring the cum—now watered down a little with his saliva—into the warm cavern yet again.

You whine, and he chuckles, lips spreading into a grin against yours.

“Swallow it,” he whispers, pulling back just enough to watch your expression as you force it down your throat, face souring, eyes squeezed shut as your lips pucker just a little. “Open, lemme see,”

Your mouth falls open obediently, little droplets of water clinging to your lashes as you gaze up at him, waiting for approval.

“Good,” he practically purrs, eyes darkening as his fingers caress your face. “Now I want to fuck you,”

You’re nodding, but he doesn’t give you a moment to respond, beginning to manhandle you into the position he wants before he’s even finished speaking. The oriental rug is soft against your cheek as he presses your face to the ground, hands curling around your hips as he hoists them up.

“What cute little panties,” he breathes, dragging a finger along your clothed slit before yanking the material down to your knees.

It stings a little as he practically shoves his cock into your sopping cunt, not bothering to stretch you out—you’re not even sure if he knows he’s supposed to—but you’re wet enough that the breach is relatively easy, and the burning fades quickly as your little hole adjusts to the girth of his cock.

He begins thrusting immediately, and he’s rough, overeager, uncoordinated, the vicious snaps of his hips uneven and sloppy.

Truthfully, he’s only using you as a hole the first time, but you don’t mind—not really, anyway. Blazing sapphire sears through your mind, and you think about how furious Touya would be if he knew, if he could see the way you’re degrading yourself, letting yourself be reduced to nothing but a fucktoy for a nasty virgin to desperately hump away at, sacrificing your own pleasure for his.

Touya would never.

To Touya, making you cum is half the fun. He gets a rush from it, gets high off the way you go absolutely fucking stupid from his fingers and cock, how quickly he can turn your brain to soup, rendering you a dumb little blabbering mess only capable of whining out the words niichan and Touya-nii. It feeds his ever-growing ego.

But Tomura is eager to please in a different way. He’s more selfish than Touya, sure, but he’s keen to learn all he can, curious and committed.

And, once he finally gets the hang of it, confident, too.

His thrusts gain more finesse as he fucks you, but he’s unable to keep up any steady rhythm, the tight fluttering of your pussy every time he grazes a specific spot inside of you making his hips stutter, forcing needy, guttural groans from his throat.

He cums quick—not that you expect any less from a virgin—with a deep growl of your name that has your stomach swooping, cunt throbbing around him again as he fills you with thick, burning cum.

You’re exhausted by the end of it, abused body melting into the lush carpet as your cunt throbs desperately, his cum slowly oozing out of it. Tomura snorts as he looks down at you, gentle hands tugging your panties down the rest of your legs and removing them completely, discarding them a few feet away.

“Up you go,” he’s murmuring as hands snake under your armpits and haul you up. You mumble his name and he hushes you, collapsing heavily on the couch with you still in his arms. Strong hands manhandle you into straddling his lap again, leaking pussy pressed against his softening cock.

The television hums to life, quiet main menu music floating through the room as the soft clicking of buttons sounds behind you.

You should go home now. You know you should. You’ve done what you came here to do, and now you should be leaving.

Should, should, should.

But Tomura’s so warm, and you’re so tired, muscles aching despite the fact that he did most of the work.

“Rest,” he instructs quietly when you begin to whine into his neck, fingers preoccupied with unwrapping a piece of watermelon bubblegum.

He’s so much softer than you expected—disgusting, but soft—and you can’t believe you spent months being terrified of him. You know this is probably the last time you’ll be able to see him in a long time—a fact that produces an inexplicable ache deep in your chest—so you allow yourself bask in the moment, just for a little, you promise yourself.

You obey his gentle command, snuggling up against him and permitting yourself to drift in and out of consciousness to the sound of aliens being killed and aggressive button smashing.

But then something hard is poking you—you aren’t sure how long you’ve been sitting here for now, long enough for Tomura to power through a few matches, at least—and that blistering heat flares again, beginning to coil tight in your tummy.

You shift a little, an involuntary whine slipping from your lips.

“What is it?” Tomura asks, eyes never straying from the screen, fingers never pausing. “You wanna sit on my cock, baby?”

Christ, yes. You mumble into his shoulder, nodding and rolling your hips in response.

He chuckles—a low, quiet sound rattling around in his chest—and allows you to sink down on him again, captivated by the soft moan you emit as you do so, crimson eyes gleaming and breathing slightly laboured.

“Ah, fuck,” he mutters when his avatar on the screen gets shot, redirecting his attention.

And it’s…it’s nice. Surprisingly nice. He’s cozy, and comfy, his breathing slow and even with every rise of his chest, despite the alien shrieks coming from the TV behind you. He smells like cheap cigarettes and artificial watermelon with just a hint of cedarwood, and you inhale deeply, letting the scent fill your lungs.

Touya rarely lets you cockwarm him; Touya doesn’t have the patience, Touya doesn’t have the time. You fall into a state halfway between asleep and awake, hips rocking against Tomura just enough to keep him hard, just enough to have you whimpering into his neck.

He could get used to this, he tells you. The confession is soft, a private little thought that just kinda slips out, mindlessly falling from his lips, but you could, too, you think.

It’s intimate, which is odd, considering you barely know him, used to be frightened of him. But it’s such a refreshing contrast to Touya’s intense, scalding flame.

Eventually, though, it isn’t enough, the teasing’s too much, and you need more.

Gazing up at him with glittering eyes, you begin to trail your lips up his neck, over his self-inflicted scars, slowly, hesitantly.

He inhales sharply, jumping a little in surprise, and you freeze, terrified you might’ve overstepped some invisible boundary you were not previously aware of.

“Keep going,” he whines, a little petulantly, hips wiggling against yours.

Lips resuming their ministrations, you place gentle, chaste kisses up the column of his throat and along his jaw, delighting in each soft sigh you manage to pull from him. The game playing on the TV suddenly halts, Tomura throwing the controller on the couch cushion next to you before large hands cup your face in a tender way you did not think him capable of.

Your mouths slot together, kissing messily, saliva glistening on your chins as you pass his watermelon gum back and forth between yourselves. It’s kinda gross, kinda filthy, juvenile and sloppy, but it’s fun, has the two of you giggling into each other’s mouths, a little breathless from it all.

“Wanna ride you,” you murmur, almost shyly, against his slippery lips.

“Yeah?” he rasps, just barely bouncing you in his lap. “You wanna use my cock to get off?”

“Yes, please,” the plead comes out as a pathetic whimper, and you squirm impatiently.

Finally, finally you get to cum. In this position, you have leverage over the angle of your hips, able to situate yourself just right, so his cockhead nudges exactly where you want it to.

He does nothing this time, just leans back and watches you with those dark, half-lidded scarlet eyes, hands idly exploring your thighs, occasionally raking his nails down them. He’s in a trance as he gazes at you, mesmerized by the way your eyes are starting to roll back, by the way each drag of his cock against that spot has you keening, by the way his name leaves your lips in broken little whines that have him gasping in response.

Your hips speed up, and you’re desperate, so desperate to cum, nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders through his thin t-shirt.

“Gonna—” he starts, breathless. “Gonna cum?”

You nod a little frantically as eager hips rock against him, his hands finally finding your waist and helping you move.

“Please,” he whimpers. “Wanna feel you,”

And it’s his begging that does it, that finally sends you over the edge, pussy clenching around him, convulsing almost painfully and gushing on his cock with a sharp cry of his name. He follows immediately after, painting your insides with hot cum as a curse hitches in his chest.

Your body collapses against him, going pliant and boneless as you both pant. Everything feels heavy—you haven’t had an orgasm that intense in a while—and the absolute last thing you want to do is get up and walk home.

Tomura can sense it. He can feel it in the way your fingers are knotting in his t-shirt, in the way your hips try to scoot forward, chest pressed against his tightly, and he wraps an arm around you, trying to keep you close for just a minute more.

Silence blankets the room as the two of you calm your breathing. You’ve been anticipating a certain sense of awkwardness to finally wash over you all night, but it never comes. Instead, it’s pleasant, and you hum a little, nuzzling your face into Tomura’s shoulder as skinny fingers brush through your hair.

“I don’t wanna go,” you say, and it’s so quiet, muffled by the material of his shirt, that he barely hears it. Maybe he wasn’t supposed to.

“Just stay,” he mumbles, resting his chin atop your head. “Text your dad some bullshit, or whatever,”

You want to. You’re surprised at how much you desperately want to.

“Touya will kill me,”

“Touya’s gonna kill ya either way, sweetheart,”

You suppose that’s true. Neither of you tricked yourselves into thinking that you’d actually get away with this. Touya will know the moment he sees you, will probably be able to smell Tomura all over you, but you can’t seem to find it in yourself to care, not in that moment, not when Tomura’s so comfy and you’re so sleepy and it’s all just nice.

Good, you think. It’s about time he gets a taste of how much stuff like this hurts.

And so you find yourself crawling into his bed, in one of his t-shirts, with bruises in the shape of his fingertips rapidly blossoming, heat seeping into your cheeks when he tells you he thinks you look cute in his clothes.

He latches onto you the moment you’ve settled into his mattress, long arms encircling your waist and dragging you towards him. One of your legs slots between his, and you have to stifle a giggle.

“Hard again, Tomura?”

“Shut up,” he says, no heat to his voice. “Can’t help it,”

His words echo your own, three simple words you’ve said so many times to Touya, and you feel a pang in your chest.

“Not my fault you’re too hot,” he continues, grumbling into your neck.

Honestly, you didn’t peg him as a cuddler, and maybe he isn’t—maybe he just wants to grind and hump against your thigh—but you welcome the warmth of his body nonetheless.

It doesn’t bother you, although it probably should, as he ruts against you, tiny broken moans and high, breathy whines being exhaled against your neck. But it’s so new, all of this is so new to you, and curiosity clouds your better judgement. While you’re pretty sure you should be shoving him away, reprimanding him for such behaviour, positive that’s what any normal person would do, you don’t. Little fingers thread in his hair instead, carding through silvery-blue fluffy tufts, reveling in the groan it pulls from him.

It doesn’t take long for him to cum, thick and sticky in his boxers, the material wet against your thigh. You’re impressed, both by how easily he cums, and how much he cums. You want to tell him, want to tease him about it a little, let him know you think it’s cute, but heavy, hazy fatigue begins to wash over you, and you fall asleep to Tomura’s soft breaths mingled with the sound of you phone buzzing, over and over and over again.

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Your phone’s dead when you wake sometime in the early afternoon, and for that, you’re thankful. Anxiety floods your stomach, bubbling up in your chest acidly as you think about what’ll be waiting for you when you recharge it.

Tomura walks you to the door, which you find to be very odd behaviour, but sweet nonetheless, and watches carefully as you slip on your shoes.

“Uh, text me later, okay?” He sounds unsure for the first time since you’ve been with him, and your expression softens.

“I will, if Touya doesn’t take my phone away,”

And you pretend to miss the look on his face, the way his eyebrows knit as a hand comes to scratch idly at his neck, the way he looks almost worried. It’s fine. You’ll be fine.

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He knows. The moment you step foot through the front door, he knows.

You knew he would, but it doesn’t make the glare scathing your skin any less terrifying.

He’s on you in an instant—you didn’t even know humans could move that fast—pinning you to the drywall, large hands wrapped around your wrists and forcing them above your head, keeping you trapped.

“You little slut,”

Unexpected anger flares in your chest, even though tears are already beginning to collect in your eyes, and you squirm in his grasp.

“I fuck one other person, and I’m the slut?”

You gasp the moment the words leave your lips, wide eyes searching his face and shaking your head frantically, would slap your hands over your mouth if they weren’t currently secured in his bruising grip against the wall.

The look he gives you is absolutely petrifying, blue eyes darker than the ocean—so dark they almost look black—his stare cold and hard as stone, sending sharp spikes of ice up your spine.

“You fucking reek of him,” he spits, face screwing up in disgust. You’re sure you do, too, after spending a good twelve hours in his bed, almost positive you can smell him in your hair, the remnants of cheap cigarettes and artificial watermelon clinging to you.

Patronizing eyes rake over you, zeroing in on the violet that’s bloomed on your neck. His nostrils flare as he stares at it, breath beginning to come in rapid, uneven huffs. His eyes slowly drift back to yours, an unreadable expression settling on his face.

It’s shock, and disbelief, and rage, and…and sadness? It passes too quickly for you to even tell, and then he’s pulling your wrists down callously, still gathered in his hand, and dragging you towards his room.

He all but throws you on his bed face first, breathing harsh and erratic as he exhales forcefully through his nose and climbs on top of you, knees on either side of your thighs. A large hand wraps itself in your hair and tugs, forcing your upper body to arch.

“Was it good?” he seethes, eyes narrowed sharply. You think you might be able to detect a hint of distress sown into his voice, but you have no time to meditate on the thought as he yanks again, pulling your head back further. “Was it worth it?”

Glistening tears stream down your cheeks and you exhale harshly through your nose, teeth gritted as you urgently try to stop crying.

“Fucking answer me,” he growls out the words, but he sounds almost…desperate? You’ve never heard his voice like this before, and it’s then that it finally dawns on you.

You got him back. Sure, he’s furious beyond belief, looks like he could kill you right here, right now, with his bare fucking hands—but he’s also extremely upset, if the slight quiver present in his voice is any indication.

“Yes,” you wheeze out. If it made him feel even an ounce of the emotional turmoil he’s put you through with his whores, then yes, it was absolutely worth it.

“You’re going to regret saying that,” his voice is low, threatening, calm. It’s disturbing, how quickly he can switch, and a chill of unease settles deep in your bones—once Touya stops with his growls and snarls, once his voice becomes monotonous and almost serene in a way, that’s when you know he’s really angry.

Shoving your head down into the mattress, he tells you to stay fucking put as he gets up and wanders over to his desk. He returns to the bed moments later with a tool that vaguely resembles a pen, hand tangling in your hair again as he pulls you up.

“You know what this is?”

You shake your head as best you can.

“It’s a soldering iron,” his voice is still composed and collected, sounding almost as if he’s explaining something to a child, but there’s a malevolent glint in his eye, a look you’ve never seen before. “It gets really, really hot. I just so happened to be warming one on my desk,”

He says it so nonchalantly, as if this is an object one would regularly keep in their bedroom or on their desk.

“It’s not supposed to be used on skin,” he shrugs a little, twirling the tool between his fingers. “But today, I think we’ll make an exception,”

“What?”

“Head down, ass up,” he instructs sternly, pushing your head into his pillows.

“Touya, wait—” you start, the rest of your sentence muffled by the sheets. His hand gives one firm shove—a warning to stay down—and then he begins shuffling around on the bed.

Careful to keep your cheek pressed hard against the pillow, you turn your head just enough to speak.

“Wh-What are you doing?” Your voice is trembling, thick with tears, dense anxiety building in your chest.

“I’m going to burn my name into your pretty little ass,” he responds simply as he positions himself behind you, yanking your panties midway down your thighs and sitting back on his heels. “A nice, pretty, permanent mark so you, and everyone else, never forget who you fucking belong to,”

“No!” you gasp, beginning to lift your head only to have him force it back into the pillow with a snarl. “No, Tou—niichan, I-I’ll do anything, please—”

“No, no, no, baby,” he says over your senseless babbling, voice almost gentle, thumb caressing your silky skin. “Don’t squirm, now,” he chides. “If you squirm, my hand might slip, and I might burn other parts of your body. We don’t want that, do we? Be a good girl for niichan and sit still,”

And so you do. You should feel ashamed, pathetic, revolted that he’s able to manipulate you so easily, that he knows exactly how to turn you into putty to be molded and shaped as he pleases, even when he’s about to sear his name into your skin.

It burns unlike anything you’ve ever felt before as he carefully carves his name into the supple flesh, saying the letters out loud as he does so. It’s a unique, stinging-stabbing type of pure agony, one that sends sharp pain radiating up to your lower back and down your thigh.  

Fingers curl in his dark sheets as you sob into his bed—chest-wracking sobs that have your entire body trembling, chest-wracking sobs that you so desperately try to hold back and swallow, to stay still, to be good for your niichan. Touya tells you to be happy, be grateful, that the temperature of his iron goes up so high.

“Otherwise, I would’ve had to go over it several times in order to make it really stick,”

It’s over quickly, though, a mere fifteen minutes later and he’s cleaning it with rubbing alcohol and gently taping thick gauze over it and uses this opportunity to take your panties off entirely.

“Good girl,” he praises as he hoists you up, manhandling you to straddle his spread thighs, careful of your now very sensitive bottom. “You did so good for niichan,”

And you can’t stand the way your heart weakly flutters at his praise. You can’t stand the way you instinctually bury your head in his chest, tiny fists forming in the material of his t-shirt as you wail, can’t stand the way he is still the only one you want comforting you.

His cock is hard through his jeans, and you can feel it pressing into your core as he shifts a little under you. It’s humiliating, but you’re powerless to stop your hips from moving in subtle little circles, grinding your cunt against the rough denim. And he lets you do it for a little, too, tender fingers petting your hair as he soothes your sobs, taming them to little sniffles and hiccups.

“Niichan’s gonna fuck you now, okay?” he asks softly, murmuring against your scalp, voice almost sickly sweet.

It takes you a moment to respond, eventually nodding your head.

A smirk spreads across his lips and he instructs you to get up, tapping the side of your thigh.

You lift yourself, walking back on your knees and giving him enough room to free his aching cock from the confines of his jeans before his hands find your hips again, dragging you back.

“Baby,” he breathes as his fingers spread your folds, his eyes darkening in a manner much different than before. “Already wet for me?”

Cheeks burning with shame, you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck, whimpering a little as he pushes a finger into you.

“Don’t tell me,” he gasps tauntingly, voice dripping with artificial surprise. “You didn’t like being branded, did you?”

“No,” you whisper, shaking your head quickly. No, it wasn’t the branding that did it—not really, anyway. It was the aftercare. It was Touya’s cold hands gently tending to your injured bottom, Touya pulling you into his lap as he praised you and dropped kisses to the crown of your head, Touya getting hard from the punishment, from permanently searing his name into your flesh.

You should be disgusted with yourself, with how eager you are, hips wiggling a little only a few moments later as you whine out softly, “Niichan, cock,”

“Impatient,” he huffs. “Don’t get bratty with me now, you were doing so well,”

A pout forms on your face, still hidden in his shoulder.

“Jus’ want it so bad,” you mumble against him, beginning to slur your words. “Please, Touya-nii?”

He hums to himself, makes you beg just a little bit more, reveling in the way your voice begins to get desperate, all high and needy as you try to fuck yourself on his fingers, whimpering and begging with pathetic little please, niichan?’s.

“Is this how you want it? Huh? Wanna ride niichan?”

Mewling a little, you nod, rolling your hips into his palm.

“Words, sweetheart,”

“Yeah,” you breathe out. “W-Wanna ride you,”

Finally, he gives it to you, lets you sink down on his cock, watching the way you wince as it stretches you, expression contradicted by your soft moans.

He forces you to begin bouncing immediately, doesn’t allow you to set the pace—he never does—smirking at those little pained cries spilling from your throat, though whether they’re because his cock or the five letters freshly burned into your skin, he isn’t sure. Maybe both; probably both.

“Aw, baby,” he coos, tone condescending. “Does it hurt?”

“Yeah,” you whimper, the threat of tears stinging your eyes.

“Yeah? Yeah?” his voice mimics yours, pitched high and whiny. “I bet it fucking does,”

A hand travels down to grope your ass—specifically, the cheek with the brand—squeezing hard as fingers dig into your skin. You cry out, tears finally leaking from your eyes, chest hitching as you sob out, “Touya-nii,”

“Don’t ever do something like that again,” he says in your ear, voice low and dangerous. “Don’t you ever go fuck another man because you’re mad at me, do you understand?”

Heat begins to coil tightly in your stomach at his smooth, dark voice. “Y-Yes,”

“Promise me,” he growls, grip tightening on your ass.

“I promise,” you’re weeping as he gives one more harsh squeeze, pain scorching through your backside, a loud yelp escaping your lips.

“Bet his cock didn’t feel as good as mine,” he sneers in your ear, panting a little. “Wasn’t as big as mine, didn’t fill you up the way mine does,”

“No, no, no,” you’re chanting in time with his thrusts, eyes rolling back in your head.

“Probably could—” a low groan cuts him off as your pussy flutters around him. “Could never make you cum the way I do,”

A loud whine rips from your throat, your head nodding as he continues his relentless thrusts up into you, never once faltering. Adrenaline and endorphins rush through your veins, high off the heady mixture of pleasure and pain.

“N-Niichan,” you gasp, nails digging into his flesh through the material of his thin t-shirt. “Niichan,”

“Gonna cum? Hmm? Gonna make a mess all over niichan’s cock?” he’s asking breathlessly, slamming into you at a rapid pace and using his thighs for more leverage, hands gripping your hips.

“Uh-huh,”

“Do it, then,” he commands hoarsely. “Cum on your niichan’s cock,”

And you do, helplessly, incapable of disobeying a direct order, creaming so hard your vision blanks for a second, overwhelmed by the extreme, potent mix of pain and pleasure crashing over you.

“Who do you belong to?” Touya’s nearly keening now, hips jackhammering, making your body twitch and shudder with every sharp thrust into your sensitive pussy.

“You,”

“Tell me again,”

“I belong to you, niichan,”

And those five simple words—those five simple words have him cumming hard, hips stilling and cockhead pressed firmly against your cervix, filling your cute little cunt with his seed as broken curses fall from his lips.

You’re both panting, covered in a thin, sheen layer of sweat, your hair sticking to your face and little droplets of tears still glistening on your lash line. He all but collapses back against the bed, taking you with him, cock still buried inside of you.

“And I’m yours,” he whispers into your hair, hugging you tightly—too tightly—to his heaving chest. “I’m yours,”

Laying in his arms, in his bed, with his name burned into your ass, you wonder if you’re destined to play this game for the rest of your lives.

He’s yours.

Are you stuck with him now, forever?

He’s yours.

Will you every get married? Ever get the chance to date someone else?

He’s yours.

Do you even want to?

Laying in his arms, in his bed, with his name burned into your ass, knowing he’s yours, do you even want any of that?

No. With your head resting against his chest, rising and falling with his gentle breaths, slender fingers combing through your sweaty hair, you realize that this is all you want.

He’s yours, and you’re his, and that is enough.

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I just spent like close to an hour reading up on this and wasting corporate time (don't laugh).

TLDR: Intention matters

Disclaimer: I'm not a scientist and this is the result of a brief research if it even could be called that.

So, abo is based on canine behavior, right? If it does, then, yes, tilting your head is a display of submission. Submissive wolves in particular lay on their back or their side, exposing their vulnerable parts, they crouch and tuck their tales. They also lick the dominant wolf's muzzle, which does imply some exposure on the dominant's part.

However! I do think it has to be done intentionally and/or along with other signs to convey submission. I doubt dominant wolves never lay on their sides or refuse a good old scratching of their back against the ground or something. It all depends on the situation.

If we come back to the abo for a moment, I feel like for the omega/beta to display sumbission, they have to bare their neck strongly, plus lower their chin, and/or avoid eye contact. If you just have to stretch your neck and are being expressive, the context will tell the other person that it's just a gesture that doesn't mean anything. We don't exist in vacuum, and I doubt bodies work that way. Like, can you imagine (in the context of abo lol) that a child points at the plane flying in the sky and tells their parent to look at it, and the alpha parent just stares straight ahead, all red from trying not to convey submission. It sounds ridiculous.

It has to be done with intent from both sides.

As for the scent: we can't just turn it off. It's always there with us. So in abo (like with wolves) scent glands emit scent always (I think). They can purposefully mark something, or walk past and not care. Unlike wolves, I do like the idea of abo peeps wearing some sort of bodyless tops that just cover their neck for the sake of propriety (I've seen some on Pinterest and they look extremely cool). Or maybe patches. I feel like in abo universe science has it under control somehow.

Also if we venture into the human body language aspect, I'd say... let's not. While experts do say you can pick up cues from body language, you can't make definitive conclusions based on it. All of those YouTube body language investigations videos of interrogations? Pseudoscience. You will never know whether someone is scratching their nose bc they're nervous or bc have a zit coming up there in the near future.

I reiterate that I am not a scientist and I know nothing. Also abo is fun and fiction. We can make our own rules if we want to.

Since this will only be seen by like 5 people I’m going to ask a weird question about the abo universe and gestures.

Okay so like in the abo universe one of the main scent glands on their neck, right. Now as someone who gestured a lot when they talk I also tilt my head. Would tilting your head in confusion be as normalized?

If an omega/beta tilted their head (exposing their neck) be straight up read as submission?? If an alpha did it, would it be considered an act of aggression or would it show vulnerability? What is the social norm of this action — to go even further, would wearing off the shoulder tops be considered more scandalous?

[cyberrat]

62nd Batch Of Fics: 13th Fill

Reaper/Soldier/McCree – Farm AU – cont B61F14 – Just good vibes up in that house right now.

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Gabriel pushes Jack down with a hand on the back of his neck and is very satisfied by seeing how eager he is about it; pushing his ass up without complaint. He’s groaning with every desperate breath he takes while under Gabriel’s weight. He sounds like he’s about to die if he doesn’t get a cock in him soon and Gabriel is more than eager to give him the medicine he’s been begging for forever.

He can’t hold him down and play with his body at the same time but Jack doesn’t look like he is going to move away from him any time soon. It’s better… that way Gabriel’s hunting instinct won’t be triggered. He doesn’t think being the prey to two very eager, very horny wolves would be very fun as their first actual encounter for Jack.

Gabriel enjoys that Jack is naturally submissive to them, just along for the ride and ready to get his ass split on cock as often as they want. Gabriel is pretty certain that he’ll be damn raw by the time Jesse finally is done with him. Speaking of the pup… Gabriel definitely wants to get a good taste in before he has to take care monitoring his impulsive partner.

So he moves down, pulling on Jack’s pants as he goes so he can spread his cheeks and just dive between them tongue first. Maybe they don’t get him any clothes for a while… let him run around naked for easy access – they can do the work around the farm so all he has to do is stay nice and ready for them when they come back and need to breed…

Gabriel pushes in nice and deep, trying to force fuck his tongue into Jack’s hole. He finds it surprisingly loose… or maybe not so surprisingly since they have had to listen to this bitch pleasuring himself for the longest time. He’s been trying so hard to find something adequately big to ram into himself, Gabriel should maybe be surprised that he isn’t looser for him.

Jack tries to move to fuck himself back onto Gabriel’s tongue. It makes his balls swing back and forth nice and slow; Gabriel can feel them against his chin every now and then. Part of him wants to lick the bitch’s crotch until it is soaked in his saliva but he is keenly aware of the time passing and Jesse most likely trying to get back to them as fast as possible.

He does take his time to briefly dip further down and suck one of Jack’s testicles into his mouth, laving it with his tongue and pushing his scent into his palate until he doubts he’ll ever get rid of it again.

When he pulls back with a lewd pop, Jack is clawing at the carpet, his back arching downward desperately.

“Come on, please… please… fuck-” he sounds so good when he is begging for Gabriel’s cock. How could he deny him? Gabriel crawls over him, tongue hanging out of his mouth. He’s behaving like a mutt that’s breeding on the side of the street. His dignity has left him the moment he sent Jesse out to cool off and take care of the farm. He should never let the pup see him like this, he won’t hear the end of it…

His cock slots against that warm little hole like they were made for each other. He pushes, and it opens eagerly, inviting him in for more. They groan in tandem, low and rough, Gabriel’s hips moving without much of his conscious input. He doesn’t need to pay attention to it; his body knows well how to fuck, and Jack just takes it all without a peep of complaint.

He feels perfect on him. He feels nice and sturdy as well; just like he had when they bred him in their other forms, though his brain works different then and sometimes it is difficult to discern what had really happened.

Gabriel just only got really into the rhythm of things when he hears the loud stomping of Jesse stumbling up the stairs. He turns his head but he doesn’t move much so he wouldn’t lose the contact he has with Jack’s skin.

Jesse is hunched over and very hairy but still human. Gabriel bares his teeth at him. He wants to remind him to keep a lid on it and that today this isn’t about them breeding him in their wolf forms, but he can’t make his tongue move the way it should. In all honesty, he has his own troubles keeping a leash on himself. He fucks faster, hips slapping against Jack’s ass, cock sliding easily through his clenching passage.

Their eyes lock and Jesse comes a little closer – prowling – but stays at a respectful distance. His fingers are slowly moving at his sides, the nails looking sharp and thick. The scent permeating from him is giving Gabriel a kick. It makes all his hair stand on end and his blood boil in the best possible way.

He slowly licks his lips and lifts his torso some so Jesse can better see how he’s fucking Jack, one hand on the bitch’s shoulder, keeping him nice and low, though he doubts Jack can do anything other than take his fuck. What he can see of his face looks blissed out and delirious with pleasure.

“Take off your clothes,” Gabriel growls at Jesse. He’s still somehow wearing his things. He would have thought he’d have taken it off long by now, shredded impatiently by his sharp claws.

Jesse is almost drooling. His eyes are stuck to the sight of Gabriel’s hips pumping fast but not hectic. He obviously wants badly what Gabriel is having but for now he’s still being a good boy, starting to peel himself out of his stuff after way too long of a pause to compute what has been said to him.

He wants it so badly… Gabriel can’t fault him; though he also can’t pay much more attention to Jesse right now – Jack has started clenching on him like he’s about to come already and Gabriel’s head fills with static. He must be growling… or maybe that is Jesse? One of them is growling, at the very least, low and excited, his hips slapping in a fast staccato against Jack. He wants to push deeper and deeper but there’s only so much he can do.

Gabriel plasters himself across Jack’s back once more, breathing harshly into the back of his neck, just holding on to the need to bite him over and over again.

This is… absolute insanity.

[hummingbird-games]

Dev Blog # 25

or alternatively titled

...A lesson in screaming...

Hello friends. Before ever considering myself a creative/creative person, I had the upmost respect for those in their craft. Whether they were doing it for money or for peace of mind or silly fun, I didn’t care. I thought they were cool. Hell I still think y’all are cool, much cooler than me most days. 

I think that making this entire game development process has been....wait for it...’a lesson in screaming’. Because the void is closed. So. Ya know. Lots of things just don’t go your way, and if you’re like me, you take that shit personally. 

Okay, that’s good enough with this prologue, let’s get to it. I said I’d take a break from working to get my mind right (and to grieve) and then it hit me that 1) It’s July and 2) I have beta testers and tasks that needed my attention before things imploded. I’m a stubborn person and I panic a lot so obviously I started The Countdown in my head and proceeded to get back to work. I’m laughing to keep from crying I guess?

I begrudgingly updated to the newest version of Ren’Py and somehow my GUI is not compatible?? Is that even a thing?? Did I break something? (I probably did). And when I tried to hit that reverse-reverse, something happened with the ability to save and load. Also, I called myself uninstalling and reinstalling Ren’Py so I could work on my game because y’all I figured out a workaround with something a tester pointed out to my programming illiterate self couldn’t do and I was so so so proud of myself for solving this issue. 

Anyway, I really love Editra but missed the memo that it’s no longer being supported, Atom, which I had been eyeing is ALSO going the way of the dead, and the editor choices I have left I don’t feel even a little bit comfortable learning how to use while on deadline. Actually, I’m feeling a little weepy and stressed as I type this, so that’s how things are going lol. Good news is my other laptop with Ren’Py has a a previous version with my fave editor on it and a backup that allows me to access save/load screen so I can maximize my cry-to-work ratio 👌🏽

At this point, you’re probably perceptive enough to realize that I’ve assumed coding/programming duties despite mentioning letting someone else take over. Well, my work hours have been cut, which means money to put aside has also been cut, so here we be!!! This is a bit stressful though since my brain is still refusing to do the critical thinking thing that allows me to process new information and be patient while doing so. It will take me 5 years to learn something that would take me 2-3 months..... 🙂

Now that I’ve got THAT off my chest, my upcoming priorities include pushing out an updated build to be tested (did I mention that about 80% of my peeps vanished? “I was prepared for trouble, but not for this!!”), and others have blocked me probably thinking I’m spam or a phisher or whatnot, so when I can laugh about this later, I so will be writing this in some story. 

Did you read/skim all the way down here? From the bottom of my heart, I apologize for my rambling and will now saddle you with game recommendations to balance out the heaviness of....this. 

Otome Game Jam submissions (I downloaded a bunch, slowly working my way through + hope to add some new faves to my itch.io page)

College Craze (v4 is on Pateron!!!!)

Trouble Comes Twice (there’s an updated build coming this month I believe so I’m about ready to burst once we get a date)

Hollow Rose Studios/An Every Day Love is doing their thing, and I just want y’all to support the dev because I truly admire her and wish her nothing but the best 🥰)

Plottwist Studios has fun things coming down the line AND one of those things includes Pateron!

ValiDate (screaming, crying, throwing up, sliding down the wall because I really had my heart set on an August release, but it’s been moved to my birth month, and something tells me I’m gonna need all the good things to happen to get me through)

I’m done now. Gonna go journal or something. 

- Gemini 💛