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viviennevermillion · 11 months

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love languages

✧ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: hsr debut post, hope this does well. i'm only at chapter 2 part 1 so pls bare we me. (gn!reader), aeons can walk among mortals for this

✧ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: bloom in the dark — emorie

✧ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: blade, dan heng, jing yuan, luocha, march 7th, nanook, yaoshi

✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: some angst & hint at character death in blade's because i'm still figuring out how to write anything but angst for a character whose main objective is that he wants to die, i had way too much fun making the aeons eldritch

✧ giving: gifts

As much as Blade loved you, as much as he treasured the memories he shared with you and as much as he'd hate to cause you pain or grief; you were all too familiar with his predicament. You had been ever since you agreed to stay by his side, to love him for as long as you had together. That was the price you'd pay for loving a man who considered himself dead in spirits already. A shell of who he once was.

Part of him felt guilty for indulging you; how could he call himself yours when he'd take the exit from his cursed immortality if it presented itself before him tomorrow? How could he promise you his heart if he couldn't promise you a future?

He knew there was a chance he might outlive you by centuries. He knew there was a chance he'd say goodbye to you in a month. Still, you were willing to be with him, through all the uncertainty.

So he gifts you things to remember him by, should he part from you too soon for your liking. Some of them were expensive; after all he had more than enough life behind him to no longer be bound by material limits. Some of them were simple trinkets or flowers he preserved using glycerine. All of them held meaning but the overarching message was: "We were born in different times. If it were for the natural order of things, we never would have even met. I've been suffering since long before I met you. And yet, curiously, despite all; I treasure every moment I had with you. I'm glad to have loved you."

✧ receiving: physical touch

One thing Blade would have never expected when he met you; but was more than glad to realize, was that you could make him forget his anger and pain, even if it was for just a while; even if it always inevitably returned.

He loved falling asleep in your arms. It was the closest thing to the peace and salvation he craved that he could currently have. For just a few hours, he was content. He had forgotten what that felt like.

He loved the feeling of your fingers carding through his long, dark hair. And you loved the smile you so rarely saw on his face when you did this. Blade's breathing would calm and he'd nuzzle your neck as he was being held in your arms.

Blade also loves waking up in the middle of the night, feeling you shift in bed beside him and pressing a few lazy kisses to his lips before he fell back asleep.

He loves the way you tend to his scars, how you seem to wash the pain off his body with your caring touch; despite feeling guilty for how he has made you worry again. You'd end up disinfecting and bandaging his wounds and sometimes he had to chuckle at how you treated him as if he was fragile, despite having likely seen more hardships than you could ever imagine.

✧ giving: acts of service

Dan Heng doesn't really know how to express his love for you at first so he defaults to helping you out however he can.

He helps you with little jobs around the Astral Express and loves to team up with you for any missions or chores that fall on both of your plates.

Especially with all the knowledge he gathered from the archives and basically living in there; he's more than ready to help you figure out any mysteries you encounter on your journey with the Astral Express.

If he needs to explain anything to you or answer a question you have about stuff like the Aeons or any factions you encountered, he'll often pull you onto his lap at the desk and show you important info about it in a book or online. "I hope I could answer your questions. Did this help you?", he then asks you, looking into your eyes. "Yup!", you shoot him a smile and give him a quick kiss to the lips which leaves him blushing and just staring at you for a while.

"Hey, Astral Express to Dan Heng, you still there?", you chuckle and wave your hand in front of his eyes. He just blinks like, twice and then picks you up bridal style: "Come on, let's figure out that task Himeko gave you." He's just trying to distract from the fact that you flustered him.

Sometimes he tries to cook for you. The emphasis is on tries. You'll walk into the train kitchen and he'll be there stirring something in the frying pan and glancing at a recipe. "What are you doing there, love?", you ask and kiss his cheek. "I'm making lunch for you", he states and you hug him. "Aww, that's so sweet of you!", you press a few appreciative kisses to his lips, "wait why does it smell burnt?" "What-"

✧ receiving: quality time

Dan Heng is what we call 'a good listener'. He's not the best conversationalist but he likes to hear you talk and he remembers stuff you told him that even you have forgotten about until he one day just brings it up out of nowhere.

He loves to spend the time between trailblazing expeditions just hanging out with you. You check your phone and receive a text from him like "Hey, want to come over to my room? 🫀"

"?" "March told me that I should add a heart to my messages to make you feel more loved. Did I not do it correctly?" "Dan Heng, sweetie, no..."

You enter his room and he has made you two cups of coffee, the only thing he's actually good at "cooking". The two of you have decided to watch a movie and lay down on Dan Heng's mattress. "I can feel the bones in my back snapping in half, how do you sleep on this?", you raise your eyebrow. "I don't think it's that bad", he mumbles, seeming lost in thought.

While watching the movie, he has his arms wrapped around you. His only opinion about it is "it was good".

Also enjoys playing board games with you, specifically card games. You're pretty equally matched so there's no telling who wins this round. When he wins, you ask him what he wants as a reward and he just gives you a soft smile and tells you a kiss will do.

✧ giving: physical touch

Jing Yuan is a fairly affectionate man behind closed doors. He doesn't leave for work without giving you as many goodbye kisses as you want and doesn't let go of you throughout the whole night while he sleeps. You could get up and grab a glass of water from the kitchen, as soon as you return, Jing Yuan wraps his arms around you once more; even when he's in deep sleep.

He enjoys just sitting idly with you, both of you doing your own things and he's just holding your hand or has a hand resting on your thigh. He also loves when you lean your head on his shoulder and as soon as he feels you do that, he turns his head to place a kiss on your forehead.

Sometimes you'll be reading a book while sitting between his legs and he ends up pressing multiple kisses to your cheek or trailing them down your neck. He smiles against your skin everytime he does this. He's not always seeking to touch you but he has his clingy 10 minutes where he wants attention and sometimes that happens to interfere with whatever it is you're doing at the current moment.

Most of the time you can't resist indulging him and just kissing him for a while, burying your hands in his hair or cupping his cheeks gently.

✧ receiving: quality time

Jing Yuan loves those days on the Xianzhou Luofu that are so peaceful that he gets to spend the entire day with you. You decide to take a nap during noon, falling asleep in his arms, listening to his steady heartbeat. You feel Jing Yuan press a few soft kisses to your forehead while you're dozing off.

When you awake, he's no longer next to you. You get up and find him in the kitchen, preparing a late lunch for the two of you. You wrap your arms around his waist from behind and glance at the frying pan to see him fry some eggs.

You hear a chirping sound and fish a small finch out of your boyfriend's hair. "Don't worry you, we're not grilling your brethren", you whisper softly and put the bird on the windowsill, "fly free, my little friend." The bird lifts off. You raise an eyebrow at Jing Yuan. "Was this the last one?"

He chuckles. "Should be." This at least gives him an excuse to take a bath with you and maybe you'll volunteer to wash his hair. He loves the feeling of your fingers brushing through his hair and just relaxing and letting you pamper him. "You know, if that's what you want, you can just ask right?", you remind him, "you don't need to call your woodland friends for help." Jing Yuan just laughs and gently guides your chin closer to his face so he can kiss you softly.

He enjoys playing chess against you, though you tend to suggest to play a die-based game instead so you can win by having good luck, because Jing Yuan has several centuries of chess practice under his belt. "You know that still doesn't mean you'll win", he watches you unpack the Ludo game with an amused expression. "I have good luck, I got you after all", you say confidently. "Well I've heard an old saying from a distant planet that when you luck out in love it means you have bad luck when it comes to games", he argues and crosses his arms with a smile on his face. You roll your eyes and he responds by kissing your lips.

Sometimes he watches you play chess against Yanqing. "Does it hurt to lose to an 8 year old?", he teases you. "Silence, Jing Yuan, you taught him this stuff." Your lover lets out a laugh. "And yet he still has so much to learn before he can beat me."

✧ giving: words of affirmation

When Luocha loves you, he doesn't hesitate to tell you. After all, his companion in the coffin consistently reminds him that life is short and he better have no regrets, should misfortune strike him tomorrow. Luocha adores you and in his mind, there's nothing stopping him from letting you know.

He's also a bit of a smooth-talker to you and you only. He never gets overbearing with his flirting, but you can expect a few cheesy compliments followed by a kiss to your hand. He'll pick you up for your date, takes your hand in his and leads it to his lips. "You're as beautiful today as the first time I saw you", he smiles and whispers against your skin.

Getting together with Luocha could take ages if you insist in knowing why he's being so suspicious first; but once you do he's ironically an open book for you. He has shared his greatest secret with you and you've given your hearts to one another, so why should he hold back now from telling you what's on his mind?

Sometimes his words are on the nose, such as cupping your cheeks and telling you that he loves you with all his heart or that he wants you to traverse the stars with him from now on. Sometimes the love he has for you is put into telling you how he remembers certain areas around the Xianzhou Luofu as "that place where you surprised me with a bouquet of flowers when we met up for tea" or "that shop where you almost made the coffin fall over". You learn with time that there are a lot of things he associates with you and your memories together.

✧ receiving: physical touch

Luocha loves your affections. He's the least grumpy man ever in the morning. You could wake him up at 3am for kisses and he'd be down for it. He loves when he wakes up and the first thing he feels is your lips on his cheeks or your fingers running through his long blond hair or your fingertips drawing circles on his bare shoulders.

He pulls you into his chest and you can hear his heartbeat while he holds you close. He lifts your chin up and his lips meet yours before he even opens his eyes. He kisses you softly, his tongue circling around yours as he tries to pull you even closer. "Good morning, my love", his voice sounds raspy before he presses a kiss to your cheek.

Luocha loves to take a walk through the city and hold your hand in his while doing so. He doesn't say it but he definitely melts if you stop your walk for a minute just to give him a hug or kiss him gently.

One time you get caught in the rain and Luocha finds shelter for the two of you under a secluded pavillion. You are cold so he wraps his jacket around you and holds you in his arms until the skies clear. He presses a kiss to the top of your head. "Are you still cold, my dear?", his voice sounds so soft and he gently squeezes your shoulder. You shake your head. He lets out a chuckle. "That's good, then", he replies before resting his head on top of yours and closing his eyes for a while.

He enjoys resting his head in your lap while you run your fingers through his hair. You might be busy with something else, not noticing how he smiles up at you like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen (you are). He eventually closes his eyes and rests his cheek against your stomach.

✧ giving: words of affirmation

March 7th talks quite a lot, especially if you were to ask Dan Heng about it. So if she's in love with you; her feelings are bound to slip out with her words. It wasn't hard for you to become aware of her crush on you because she just accidentally blurted it out one day. She was so happy when you told her you felt the same; even if this conversation was the furthest thing from planned.

March loves to explore the civilizations you travel to on the Astral Express and buying lots of souvenirs and clothes from there. So sometimes she'll drag you from shop to shop and often finds things she thinks would look good on you. No matter if you're wearing a fancy suit / dress or a 5 credit neon green "I survived the Belabogeyman attack" shirt from a shady souvenir shop, she hypes you up like you're on the front cover of a popular magazin.

"Aw look, you're so cute", she squeals and hugs you from the side, trying and failing to lift you up. There's at least 5 people in the shop staring at you and the shopkeeper glares at March, silently reminding her to keep her voice at an acceptable volume for a public building. "Oops... sorry", she cringes slightly and then turns to you again with a bright smile, "you should totally get this!"

Everytime you enter her room after a trip you find a new photo you took together on her wall. "Look at your smile on this one", she holds one of them up, "it makes me happy whenever I look at it."

Dan Heng told her to stop talking about you all the time so now she talks with you about you.

Definitely tells you she loves you plenty of times.

✧ receiving: gifts

March loves gifts. She's the kind of person who can't wait to open her birthday presents so you guys have to hide them from her every year; preferably somewhere where she can't reach or won't find them.

So when she receives gifts from you for no special occasion, she's gushing so much.

She loves flowers and chocolates. She definitely has a sweet tooth but will still share the chocolates with you. She is very interested in the meaning of the flowers you gift to her so if you can tell her about that, she'll be all the more happy. She loves romantic gestures like this. She has mostly read about them in romance novels and she's more than thrilled to finally receive them herself.

March also adores jewelry, whether you bought something for her or crafted it yourself. She'll wear it everyday and she's very proud whenever someone asks about it.

She posts about the gifts she receives in her status online as well. She'll be like "y/n got me this! 💓💓💓"

She dm's the pictures to Dan Heng as well and he leaves her on read.

When you gift her something, she gives you a hug and a kiss on the cheek before opening it. Once she opened it, she smiles at you brightly and kisses you on the lips. "Thank you so much for this!", she takes your hand into hers and squeezes it.

Receiving gifts from you makes her so happy. But being loved by you makes you feel like every day is her birthday either way. And for you, every day was March 7th.

✧ giving: quality time

Loving an Aeon wasn't the easiest endeavor. Especially not Nanook. But somehow you had touched the destructive god's heart and for the first time since they became what they were today, there was a life they wanted to treasure and protect.

They don't understand much about the human world as it was today, having mostly spent their time on a different plane of existence. It was only when they connected with you and took an interest in you; that they decided to walk among them for a while, to be able to spend time with you. At first their bitterness became apparent every day they spent with you, only scoffing at the people they saw going about their daily life and the things that they had built; which all would be wiped away by destruction if Nanook were to have their way.

But you took that as a challenge. You wanted to see if you could find something they liked about life, unaware that you had become that very phenomenon.

You made it your favorite pastime to show them all sorts of things from the material world and see their reaction to them. "What do you think of this painting?", you ask them, holding up a work of art you got from a market. "I'm not too fond of the sound it makes and the cosmic essence it depicts", they respond with a deadpan expression and you just look at them in confusion, "right, I forgot you can only perceive three dimensions."

Nanook, despite not letting it show, enjoys spending time with you; even though it could be challenging sometimes considering they were an Aeon and you were not. Sometimes they would ask you about things you couldn't see and other times they struggled to discern what things they saw you could pass through and which ones you considered "a wall".

✧ receiving: physical touch

Nanook loves your touch, much as they would like you to never notice that. They're not used to any physical sensations so they're very sensitive. They're unable to form coherent sentences when you so much as press a kiss to their lips. According to them it was very difficult to convey their thoughts in your way of speech when you were "trying to overwhelm them like this"

Giving Nanook affection also proved to be a challenge in more ways than one. The first time you tried to rest your head on their chest, your cheek touched the golden essence flowing out of them and you could perceive what you could only describe as the worst sensory overload anyone has ever experienced; a colorful mix of incoherent screaming and the faint sound of explosions; the feeling of all-encompassing despair and grief.

"What was THAT?", you stared at Nanook in shock, panting. "The entirety of traces left behind by destroyed worlds and ending lives from at least the last couple millenia", they answered very casually. You sighed and held your head, now suffering from a migraine. "At least it doesn't disintegrate me", you took a deep breath and started rummaging through your closet. "Only if I want it to", Nanook explained. "Charming", you whisper to yourself in a sarcastic way and toss them a shirt, "put this on."

Kisses are such a novelty to them. They're like "what was that?"

"Affection." "Do it again."

One time you pressed several kisses to their shoulder and Nanook just slow-blinked at you for like 5 minutes, before resting their head on your shoulder.

✧ giving: gifts

Yaoshi loves to bestow "blessings" upon you. Though, you have to teach them at first what you would consider an acceptable present.

The first one is immortality if you want it. Yaoshi would love nothing more than for you to be by their side forever.

Their next attempts at gift-giving left you feeling a little lost. They manifest before you, excitedly grabbing your cheeks and your waist and your shoulders with their hands and pulling you into a kiss. "My dearest, I made you a creature", they exclaim and reveal a Frankenstein-esque abomination the size of a volleyball. You can't quite discern what it actually is but it looks like an abstract mixture of a hamster, frog and a dragon. "Uh...thank you?", you try to be as polite as possible, unsure what to do with the creature as it spits a smaller version of itself onto your bedroom floor and then disintegrates. "It reincarnates out of itself", Yaoshi explains. "I can see that", you nod with wide eyes, patting Yaoshi's head.

One day, Yaoshi guides your spaceship to a distant location. "This is a planet I renovated for you", they join you as you land and explain their thoughts behind all the different new kinds of flowers they created specifically for you. "You're my greatest inspiration", they kiss your cheek and wrap their arms around you.

You eventually sit them down and calmly explain to them that one planet is more than enough and that you definitely do not need another creature. You teach them about your customs of giving gifts and they listen attentively. Maybe a bouquet of flowers would do next time.

✧ receiving: quality time

Yaoshi wants you to stay by their side forever. They perceive the passage of time very differently from you, yet they treasure and vividly remember every second by your side. Your bond of love is a sacred one in their eyes and they want to feel as close as possible to you.

They especially love talking to you and learning about your experiences that are so vastly different from their own. Despite being so intertwined with life itself; Yaoshi learns so much about life just from being with you. They never would have imagined you could give them so many new perspectives on the universe just by sharing your thoughts and beliefs with them.

Yaoshi always listens to you attentively and you see a sense of childlike wonder in their eyes when you speak about the way you experience the world, the things you value and the memories you treasure.

"Isn't it marvelous; how we see the world through such different lenses and are entirely different entities, yet we love each other so deeply and unconditionally", their voice sounds soft as they pull you onto their lap, holding you with their six arms and planting kisses on the back of your neck repeatedly.

Unlike Nanook, Yaoshi is very clingy. Quality Time with you always involves touching you in some way, be it kissing you repeatedly or holding you tightly within their embrace. Sometimes they sing you to sleep with a gentle voice, running their fingertips over your shoulder.

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brighteuphony · 4 months

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On the way back from Tea Country with Chakra-poisoned Kakashi tryna "casually" fish for some info before Sakura comes in with the one-hit KO on accident.

So she's got some complicated feelings for Kakashi as well, though they're a lot milder than what she feels about Sasuke.

There's a moment in my AU where Sakura goes through a deep reflection ritual, in which she has to face Inner Sakura -who is representative of all the ugly truths her day-to-day self hasn't been able to face- and come to terms with who she is.

During that time, she's got to face the music.

The music:

Sasuke is the last prodigal son of a clan that was brutally butchered. He's a genius with one of the most powerful dojutsu out there (that he has no idea how to use) and is coming in hot with more baggage than an airport terminal.

Naruto is not normal. She doesn't know what he is (as in-canon, she finds out after the time-skip and the Sakura from above is right on the cusp of Shippuden), but there's nothing normal about a kid who can pull wild orange chakra and who can fight Gaara's tailed beast and come out on top. He's got the personal attention of the Hokage, but the entire village has banded against him for some reason. He's special.

Kakashi is a war veteran turned Jounin and an infamous ANBU captain (I headcanon that some ANBU names are leaked specifically to generate a healthy level of fear/caution among other villages- which is why we know of Itachi/Kakashi/Shisui very publically) and is ALSO the last prodigal son of an old noble clan.

(No way a bookworm like Sakura didn't consume every publically available scroll on Konoha clans).

It doesn't take the big brains to figure out that he got team 7 specifically to help deal with Sasuke's trauma/teach him about the Sharingan, and put a leash on Naruto (and in the future, when she finds out that Madara was able to control the Kyuubi with the Sharingan as well as the knowledge that Kakashi was Minato's student it becomes even clearer why he got the Sasuke/Naruto combo.)

And Sakura? Sakura is a civilian. No clan, no dojutsu, nothing to her name except great chakra control. She's the literal meat in the meat-grinder of the military machine of Konoha, the acceptable sacrifice in a group of otherwise invaluable shinobi. She's just a...girl. (And it doesn't help that she was obsessed with Sasuke instead of training, furthering the gulf between her and Kakashi.)

Kakashi was absolutely not built to handle her- in fact, Kakashi has NO idea how to relate who hasn't gone through a mountain's worth of trauma or someone who hasn't been ingrained in the shinobi-as-a-tool lifestyle, and even then, he's not fully equipped to handle people who have (lmao Sasuke). Not to mention the man is a prodigy- he has no idea how to teach people who have to work hard to get somewhere in life. How do you teach someone if you've never had to 'work hard' to get there yourself?

So, Sakura understands that Kakashi was put in one of the most ridiculous situations of his career- a situation he had NO idea how to handle. She can forgive him for that. BUT, she can't forgive him for not trying his best.

Sakura spent a lot of time coming to terms with the fact that she rushed into the Chidori/Rasengan combo without a single idea of what she would do, but...Kakashi was a big reason for that.

She was HIS responsibility, and he fumbled that bag. Whatever his reasoning, whether it was to 'protect' her, or whether he thought she was worthless, whatever: he should have TRIED.

Kakashi was an adult with resources aplenty. He recognized that she had stellar chakra control but never bothered to teach her genjutsu or direct her to teachers who could pick up the slack.

And after the accident, he abandoned her again. Being forgotten in lieu of Sasuke and Naruto hurt...but she could heal. Being abandoned as some kind of martyr to Kakashi's failures as a teacher? It's gonna take a while for Kakashi to make that up to her...if he can muster the courage to face her.

Sakura finally understands why he preferred the memorial stone to the living. He already failed the dead, and it's easier to wallow in self-flagellation than it is to try and step up for the living.

Sakura stopped being a coward some time ago, and when Kakashi finally does the same, she'll forgive him.

Thank you so much for sticking with this wall of text! And thank you so much anon for the question! Once again, I really appreciate all the kind words people have been throwing my way. <3 <3 <3

#naruto #haruno sakura #kakashi #Blind!Sakura #Her teachers in order:#Chiyo: Medicine and Chakra control #Saeko: Genjutsu master who lives with Enji #Enji: Ninjutsu specialist and general cheerleader #Aren Uzumaki: Pirate captain and Fuinjutsu specialist #her necklace is a western style evil eye pendant - the last thing Enji gave to her before he passed away #coven!Sakura

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idyllic-ghost · 2 months

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hello hello ! for your event, what if rich ceo!wonwoo and sugar baby!reader where he's really into voyeurism (kind of perv wonwoo ??? yes). so he never actually meets reader in person, sometimes he just asks her to go into The Room in his apartment and sends you a list of things he wants you to do- the room is filled with sex toys and similar things for you to use, and he's sitting in the room next to you with a peephole (watching you with your knowledge)

title: the guest room pairing: sugar daddy!wonwoo x sugar baby!reader genre: smut warnings: vouyeurism, exhibitionism, sugar daddy!wonwoo, sugar baby!reader, mentions of a few kinks, degradation, creampie, slight dom/sub dynamics but not explicitly, mutual masturbation wordcount: 1.8k

rating: 18+

a/n: I LIKE YOUR BRAIN ANON!!! I changed it up a little, I hope that's okay!

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There's a room in your sugar daddy's apartment dedicated to you. It may look like any other guest bedroom, but you know better. Each time you make your way to his place, your panties are already drenched by the time you get to the elevator. The anticipation of what was going to happen to you in there was enough for your legs to tremble.

It all starts with a message: a time-stamps along with a dresscode. Sometimes your sugar daddy wants you to dress prim and proper, other times he wants you to show up in nothing but a trench coat. The journey to his apartment, the spectacle of it all, is part of the act. He wants you to feel good as you walk in through the door.

He's never home when you get there. You have the place to yourself for the amount time that he has given you - during which you can partake in anything in any rooms you want. What's his is yours. Sometimes you take a shower, sometimes you grab something out of his fridge to eat, and sometimes you just end up watching TV on his giant flat-screen. There's only one rule: you can't start touching yourself until he's there.

When you get his second message, a reminder that he's about to arrive, you make your way through the grand rooms and halls of his apartment, and go into the "guest room". The room is always cleaned up for you, the sheets perfectly laid out on the bed and any mess that you may have left there long forgotten. On the bed, settled in the middle of the room, there's always a note. The note tells you exactly what your sugar daddy wants you to do.

Sometimes he has you edging yourself for hours, other times he wants you to cum as many times as you can in a set amount of time. He has you in all kinds of positions, using all kinds of toys, and saying all kinds of things; sometimes he wants you to call him by his name, Wonwoo, but most of the time he wants you to call him Sir or Mr. Jeon.

Wonwoo's made you do everything that you're comfortable with doing, as per agreement, and has taught you the exhilarating act of knowing when and how to push your boundaries. He's had you dress up in short skirts, screaming out his name while desperately humping his pillow. He's had you spread your legs wide in front of the small peephole in the wall, making you experiment with yourself until you learn how to squirt. He's had you on your hands and knees, sucking off a dildo while a fuck machine was taking you from behind.

Mr. Jeon was nothing short of a depraved man. It was just so exciting.

This time, you have a limited amount of time - he's feeling impatient today. Because of the short notice, Mr. Jeon told you to come in your work clothes - the office attire you had chosen today was luckily flattering; a blouse that had shrunk, just a little, in the wash, and a tight pencil skirt. When in the elevator, you unbutton another button of your shirt - letting your tits almost spill out of your shirt.

Your heels click against the hardwood floor of Wonwoo's apartment, as you quickly make your way to your room. On the bed, as always, lays a little note. This time he wants a slow strip tease, and for you to fuck yourself with a dildo of your choice. Besides it says two words: "Wonwoo" and "degradation". He really was impatient today - you can tell not only from the rushed handwriting, but also from his lack of descriptive detail.

The sound of your phone buzzing, reminding you that Wonwoo will be up in just a few minutes. So, you sit down on the bed - looking straight at the peep hole - and wait to hear the door open. When it does, it doesn't take long for Wonwoo to get into the room beside yours. You don't even have to look at your phone when it buzzes, you know that he's ready now.

"You just wanted to watch me fuck myself today, Wonwoo?" you ask out loud, not expecting a response. "God, you must be desperate."

You unzip your skirt and let it fall to the floor. After stepping out of it, you begin working on the buttons on your shirt. You can hear the faint sound of Wonwoo unzipping his pants, and you smile knowingly. As your shirt slides off your shoulders you turn your back against the peep hole. Effortlessly, you unclip your bra and let it fall to the floor with your other clothes. And as you pull down your sheer tights, along with your underwear - successfully giving him a look at your already glistening pussy - you hear a faint groan from behind the wall.

"What should I pick?" you say to yourself as you walk over to the dresser.

Instead of clothes, when you pull open the drawer all you see are dildos. Silicone of all sizes and colors - but your eyes fall upon the glass one, Wonwoo's favorite. You pick it up, and get a vibrator from a drawer under that one. When you return to the bed, you can already here the sound of Wonwoo slowly tugging at his cock. You get on top of the bed, laying your head against the pillows as your hands roam your body.

"You're such a little freak, Wonwoo." You sigh in pleasure as your finger run over your thighs. "You could be in here with me right now, your head in between my thighs, and you still decide to stay behind that wall."

You pick up the vibrator, and you can hear Wonwoo's pace quicken. Putting the small vibe against you, you turn it up to the highest setting. You'd be lying if you said you weren't getting impatient, too.

"You like watching, hm? You like being a perv?" you mock him, and you can hear him moan at your words. "What? You want to listen while I moan for you? 'Oh, Wonwoo- I wish this was your cock,' is that what you want? You're so pathetic, baby..."

You let out a raw laugh, which turned into a moan as you pressed the vibrator harder against your clit. As your climax was beginning to build up, you remembered Wonwoo's directions. With much reluctance, you let go of the vibrator and picked up the glass dildo.

"I picked this one because I know it's your favorite," you tell him and kiss the cold tip. "You should be happy I spoil you so much."

The dildo comes past your lips and you start lubing it up with your throat. Your free hand crawls down your body to play with your clit, making you moan around the glass cock. When you think it's enough, you pull the dildo out with a pop of your mouth. Rubbing the head over your cunt, spreading around your wetness, you can hear Wonwoo's impatient whines on the other side of the wall.

"I bet you can't even get off if you're not watching me." You moan as you sink the toy inside you. "You're just that addicted to watching my pussy swallow all of your toys, right? You wish this was your dick, don't you?"

Maybe it was just your imagination, but you swear you could hear a breathy "yes" from the other side of the wall. You laugh as you start plunging the toy in and out of you. By the amount of noises he's making, you can tell Wonwoo's close. You pick up the vibrator and press it against your clit again, while never stopping the motion of your dildo.

"Do you want to cum, Wonwoo?" you ask without waiting for a response, "Of course you do, you probably can't think of anything else. I want you to picture cumming in my cunt, baby. Think about how warm I am, how good it would feel to fill this pussy up. Are you picturing it, baby?"

"Fuck, yes!" Wonwoo shouts with a loud moan.

"Well, you'll never fucking- shit-"

Your arms are tired, you had a long day at work, and you just want to be fucked properly. No matter how fun this was, you need him to fuck you.

"Fuck this shit, Wonwoo- get in here, I need you-" you whine, "'m sorry, baby, I need you..."

Within a matter of seconds, your husband breaks the roleplay and all but runs into the room. He's still in his suit from work, his cock pulled out from his unzipped pants. You throw the toys to the side and welcome him in your embrace. Wonwoo's lips immediately starts nipping at your chest, as one of his hands guides his cock to your entrance. When he enters you, you swear that you could cum just from that.

"I'm already close, please, Wonwoo," you whimper.

"I know, baby, I know," he mutters against your skin. "Gonna cum inside you, yeah?"

"Yes, please-" You're cut off by a loud moan as he starts slamming into you.

Wonwoo's hips moves fast and hard, the tip of his fat cock kissing your cervix. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as the coil in your stomach snaps, and soon enough you're seeing white as Wonwoo brings you into ecstacy. Your husband's thrusts don't stop until he spills his seed inside of you- filling you up just has you had made him imagine. He falls over you, although he tries to shield you from most of his weight as he holds himself up on his elbows.

"I'm sorry, baby," you mumble as you come out of your daze. "Didn't mean to break character..."

"Don't be sorry, sweetheart." He presses a kiss to your neck. "This was just as fun. There's always next time, hm?"

You hum as he presses a kiss to your cheek before he moves to go get you cleaned up. You lay there for a few minutes, unmoving and in pure bliss, as Wonwoo cleans up your mess. When he's finally done, he lays down beside you - now without his suit - and wraps the sheets around your tangled bodies.

"Text me next time if you're tired," he murmurs against your skin, "This is for you, too, you know?"

"I know." You press a kiss to his lips. "I wanted to do it, I just needed you more."

"Flirt." He grins.

You and your husband has been trying to spice things up in the bedroom - and bondage can only take you so far. The small hole in the wall that the two of you had made on accident while trying to hang up paintings in the, former, guest room had sparked the idea.

"I'll buy you dinner later, what do you want?"

Some parts of your routine isn't roleplay, Wonwoo is never going to give up the chance to spoil you with gifts.

#svt #seventeen #svthub #kpop fanfiction #kpop fanfic #ask #anon #kpop #kpop writer #fanfic #svt fluff #wonwoo oneshot #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo fic #wonwoo #wonwoo smut #jeon wonwoo smut #wonwoo svt #bee buzzed εїз✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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mnemosyne-nyx · 1 year

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✨ Bruce Wayne Headcanons that haunt me but I refuse to elaborate on even if they're utterly wrong ✨

1. Bruce can cook, but only when he's 100% focused. If there is anything going on around him like a feral child or he's going over some case in his head then something's catching fire.

2. He definitely was a theatre kid for the shortest span when a teenager. Have you met this man? Are you telling me he's never engaged in a single drama piece in his life? He was raised by literal-Shakespeare-actor Alfred pennyworth? My man Bruce can ACT. All his personas rely on it. So does his undercover work. I like to think he was in a amateur Shakespeare production one time just to surprise and make Alfred happy.

3. Tying in with the acting - Bruce is a master of disguise. With all the languages he speaks, identity shenanigans, cases that need inside info. Bruce can just morph into another person. But his abilities in disguise also means he can mimic people's mannerisms and accents easily. The idea of Bruce confusing the shit out of Clark by just perfectly emulating his country accent and then pretending nothing happened tickles me very much.

4. This idiot tilts his head ever so slightly like a confused dog when being bamboozled. Only People who know him closely recognise this but it's such a minute movement it's easy to miss. Any confusing story, perplexing stupidity or a little sprinkle of disbelief - boom head tilt. God help you if you get the head tilt and batglare combined. You've said the most ungodly, sinful, idiotic, offensive, seizure-inducing idea known to man.

5. He and Diana 100% gossip in other languages when on the watchtower . Both are polylinguals. It's also a learning space. Diana 100% teaches him Ancient Greek, Latin and forgotten languages while Bruce 100% teaches her alien dialects he's mastered.

6. My guy can sing. Ever since that silly lil' justice league episode I can't get this silly lil' headcanon out my head and it makes my lil' toesies curl. Gotham, though a hell scape, is a melting pot of culture and music. Opera, jazz, blues but also a strong underground Punk and techno scene. You'd be hard pressed to avoid music in Gotham. My guy just learned to sing through osmosis. Only a small handful of people know he can sing, though none have admitted that to Bruce.

7. Since this man is a sponge of knowledge, he just drops some of the most jaw-dropping, disturbing and unprompted facts then refuses to elaborate. Oliver Queen is just enjoying his ham sandwich only for "You know studies about cannibals say that human meat tastes very similar to pork." and Oliver is just !?!?!?!!?. The batfam are watching The Matrix and Bruce suddenly "The codes in this film are actually just Sushi recipes." and everyone does a perfect slow swivel to face this engima of a man.

Thank you for attending my tedtalk :)

#batfam #bruce wayne #batman #jla #justice league #dc trinity #worlds finest #brucie wayne #headcanon #dc comics #dc headcanon #I AM GOING MAD WITH POWER #Pov: I'm force feeding you factually wrong dc content and maniacally laughing in the face of God

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pomefioredove · 1 month

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mea culpa

I'm stressed and overstimulated and can't focus on matchups tonight. need roro to decompress

summary: "it's not my fault" type of post: short fic characters: rollo additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, angsty as hell (pun intended), some suggestive visuals

Rollo is an eloquent man. He understands the art of words, how to weave them together in all the right ways to create a shimmering tapestry of illusions- it's lying without dishonesty, and it's his specialty.

He knows many words, in many languages, in many forms, on paper and on tongue. He knows their definitions, their synonyms and antonyms, and their origins. He knows how to hide behind them as if they were a suit of armor, shielding him from the depravity of the common folk's unwashed tongues.

There are hundreds, perhaps thousands of words in which to express this feeling now, both saccharine and bloody, addictive and revolting, and yet, despite all of his knowledge, Rollo can only think of one.

Bad.

Very, very bad.

Those three simple letters, one syllable which so easily rolls off the tongue, have festered in his mind and spread throughout his body like an infection, making him feverish and mad with obsession over this disease of the soul.

This... is not him. This is not who he is.

This virus is not a natural part of his body. It does not belong there. And yet, it is dragging him by the back of his neck, forcing him to kick and scream and claw against the dirt in a vain attempt to escape its gnarled grasp.

It's a sickening reminder that his heart is still beating warm blood throughout his body. How he detests being reminded of his corporeal existence. As if he is more of a body than a person.

Rollo already had enough trouble sleeping.

What one might liken to butterflies or fireworks, he would to needles and flames. It's an uncomfortable, itchy feeling, one that makes him wish he could simply pull his aching heart out of his chest and run it under cold water until the burning washes away.

This isn't him.

He's not one to be distracted by restless thoughts, or the uncomfortable feeling of having hands. He hardly thinks of himself at all.

This is not his fault.

It's as if he is being interrogated and tortured for a crime he did not commit. Certainly, this is some sort of cruel and unusual punishment? A test of wills?

Or is it truly just a sickening, aching obsession which consumes his mind until all that is left is an empty room, in the center, your image draped in red?

A fire which swallows all it can reach, crawling up every inch of his body, touching him in places he had long forgotten about. A furnace burning within the center of his chest.

He cannot help but stick his hands directly into the flames.

Every time it's windy, he thinks of you.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #rollo flamme x reader #points to anyone who catches the inferno reference

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ckret2 · 8 months

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I love the "Ford overthinks Bill" chess thing, particularly for "Ford was sure Bill had just decided this was the best way to keep Mabel's attention; she would have seen secret rules as an unfair imbalance rather than a mental challenge, she had no doubt asked Bill to explain how "fairy chess" worked rather than stupidly try to guess herself, and she'd probably lose interest rather than try harder if she noticed her opponent was disinterested." Because like. It shows that Ford not only still hasn't really figured out Bill, he doesn't know Mabel thinks, either.

Of course Mabel didn't ask what the rules were-- regular chess is full of arbitrary stupid rules that she can't keep up with normally. Her relationship to regular chess is Ford's relationship to Bill's "interdimensional chess"-- and she's gotten enough playing stupid boring chess with Dipper.

At least Bill is able to recognize a chess game for it's true potential of improv roleplay.

(Though honestly, the actual game for Bill was always going to be watching Sixer steadfastly refuse to let go of his safety net of arbitrary rules, as well as refuse the temptation of asking for Bill's Knowledge)

I feel like Mabel probably did ask in an offhand way—"Hey, wanna play fairy chess?" "What's FAIRY chess?" "It's like normal chess but you can make up new pieces with new rules." "YEAH I WANNA PLAY!"—and Ford's right that she wouldn't be ashamed to ask for info as they go—"And this is my unicorn." "I want a unicorn! What's a unicorn do?" "Moves like a knight and a queen." "Awesome!" *has completely forgotten how knights move; will forget this too in an hour*—but like, Ford's DEFINITELY assuming there was some kind of sit down lesson where Bill explained the most commonly-used pieces in fairy chess and when & how rules can be changed, because that's what he would have wanted, this is a man who's most comfortable getting creative in a game where he can corral his imagination with stat sheets and dice rolls; and there so wasn't a lesson. Mabel heard "make things up" and went for it. She didn't need more, she didn't care if there was more. All that matters is she's got a chess opponent who's willing to roll with it if she collects all the knights in a nest. If Bill had made fairy chess about rules it would have sucked.

And YEAH, watching Ford sweat was always what Bill was getting out of playing. Fordsy buddy pal you could make this easier for yourself at any moment, but you don't, and you never will, and that's hilarious. That plus Bill likes winning and is happy to cheat to do so.

#thedemonsurfer #ask #about my writing #bill goldilocks cipher

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copiousloverofcopia · 3 months

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HI there Ghesties!!!

I know it's been another long one since I posted, but your girl has soooooo much on her plate right now.

it's been really hard to find time to do my stories justice and I don't wanna just give you guys anything that I am not happy with.

So, thank you all for being so patient with me and I am back with some Hunter's Moon celebrations with our beloved Secondo x OC Marcus content for the lovely @ashley-ghuleh

Commissions are OPEN, please see pinned post for Carrd info!

💗 Special thanks to @gothdaddyissues for the beautiful dividers!

The Hell Torn Heart

After a recurring dream leaves Marcus, a half-demon/half-hellhound, dealing with the ghosts of his troubled past and visions of a place he has never been. He is unexpectedly thrust into an unknown world. Guided by a mysterious couple to the Ministry, surrounded by ghouls and siblings of sin. The once outcast struggles with what haunts him and learning to find himself—until he meets Secondo.

Chapter 5: Hunter's Moon

Also available HERE on AO3! Haven’t started yet? Read from the beginning HERE!

Definitely NSFW below the cut!

The sound of the ice clinking in the glass filled the otherwise hollow of the room. Secondo sat sullen at his desk, pulling out his bottom drawer and retrieving an old, leather-bound ledger. A group photo tucked inconspicuously inside. Between the faded and tattered pages—a totem of times long passed.

He sat back against his chair, looking down at the old Polaroid held in his right glove. Recognizing the handwriting of his elder brother—Samhain celebration. The year written now faded into a smear of ink. With only the faint hint of 19 still visible.

It was bittersweet now to look at it. More bitter than sweet if Secondo was being honest. A group of clergymen, all much younger than they were now, dressed in their best robes for the autumnal festivities. Primo, Secondo, Terzo, and even Nihil all in attendance, but it was the man standing just beside Secondo that held his attention. The man that held that bitter taste that lingered in Secondo’s mouth. James, his once good friend and colleague—Marcus’s father.

He had been sitting with the knowledge of Marcus's lineage for weeks. Holding in close to the chest while he waited for the right time to reveal it to his brothers. Debating to himself on whether or not Marcus would be safe if he chose to reveal it to the whole of the Ministry. After all he wasn’t the only one who James had betrayed.

Staring at them in the picture. The perfect portrait of gluttonous fools who were high and mighty in both their lust for power and pursuit of sin. Each of them at one time like brothers to one another. Even James who at one time even Nihil considered a “son”.

The pain of his betrayal still ached deep inside Secondo. A thought he had worked hard to push deep in the recesses of his mind. Finally, he became sick of looking at it. Crumbling up the photo in his hand and tossing in the dusty forgotten corner of the room.

“Satana, potrebbe davvero provare a tornare?” he whispered to himself before finishing up the watered-down spirits in his glass. Just as he resigned to moving on with his work, there came a knock at the door. Secondo letting out a deep sigh as he called them in. His brothers just on time.

“Fratello. You asked to see us.” Primo said, stepping into the office. Head held high and prideful as expected. He was always such a source of knowledge and reassurance for Secondo. Having practically raised both him and Terzo for their entire childhood, Primo was a father figure unlike anything Nihil could ever be.

“That I did, thank you for coming. I know it's a busy afternoon for us all.” he acknowledged watching as Terzo came following shortly behind. Secondo’s head had already begun to pound. Rubbing at his temples before motioning for his brothers to take a seat—they had much to discuss.

“What's this about? You know I'm missing confessional for this.” Terzo huffed, slouching down in his chair like a petulant teenager who had convinced himself he had better things to do with his time. His annoying, although all too predictable behavior, sending Secondo and Primo’s eyes both rolling in their skulls. Knowing that the only reason Terzo would be miffed at missing his duties at the confessional, was because he was planning on spending the day fucking inside it.

“There is a situation that has been brought to my attention and I think you all should know.” Secondo began, his eyes traveling over to the crumpled-up photo. Terzo, noting it. Hopping up from his chair to retrieve it, unwrinkled it to see the daunting image staring back at them.

“It's…” he began, his mind flashing back to the night of James’s uprising. A night that his head was inches away from being served on a platter. Handing over the photo to Primo for him to see. The air in the room turned ominous as they all sat in a moment of silence.

“He is Marcus's father.” Secondo admitted, breaking the quiet between them. Both Primo and Terzo's eyes widened at the news.

“Oh cazzo. You have to be fucking joking.” Terzo sighed, taking a seat on the edge of Secondo's desk. Primo allowed himself to slowly sink back into his chair. The audible sounds of his bones and joints settling filling the space between them.

“Are you sure?” He asked him, even though he knew that Secondo would not be the one to joke about such a thing. Understanding that for Secondo, it was especially devastating, if their new resident Hellhound and his brother’s unsung lover was the spawn of one of the Ministry’s, and the Emeritus line’s, greatest adversaries.

“I'm sure. He told me himself. Seems that he finally managed to summon a Hellhound of his own.” Secondo explained, exhaling hard with his words.

“More like found her, knocked her up, and took advantage of her, it sounds like.” Terzo hissed.

“Do you think he knows? Is war on the horizon for us?” Primo asked, worried that Marcus's appearance at their Abbey had been no coincidence.

“You don’t expect James to just come strolling back, do you?” Terzo asked.

“If he is being used to infiltrate us, I can assure you, he knows nothing of it.” Secondo groaned, realizing what Primo was implying. It was certainly something he himself had considered in the beginning. From the moment Marcus told him, there was always the fear in his mind that they were being set up. However, he couldn’t bring himself to think Marcus was involved.

His feelings for the wayward dog were growing stronger with each passing day. Though he had yet to fully admit it to anyone. Maybe Marcus was trying to get close to him in order to give his father the upper hand. It would be his former best friend who would be most devastated to be betrayed once more by him again. He just couldn't bear to think it—something told him Marcus was genuine.

“Aware or not…this spells trouble. We need to talk to him, find out more…”

“In time Terzo, I don’t think it would be wise to bring it up before the celebrations. Maybe after—until then we will need to keep our eyes open and our ears to the ground. I suggest we notify the clergy of possible threats and have the ghouls keep a keen eye out until we know more.”

“I agree, no need to ruin the Hunter's Moon Hunt over sheer speculation.” Primo began, rising up from the chair so that he and Terzo could get things settled, “but fratello, make no mistake, we have to do something soon.”

“Agreed.” Secondo nodded as they headed out the door.

The night sky was illuminated with brilliant shades of indigo, amber, and vermillion. The sun, having begun to set as the Hunter’s Moon hung high in the above. The enchantment, circling the grounds, emanating a haunting, green light. It had become something of a sport for the Abbey to celebrate this night. The night of the Hunter’s Moon—a time honored tradition.

It started as a celebration of the feral nature of all Hell beasts. A time when their powers would be at their utmost capacity. Usurping the otherwise willfulness of them to be tamed—to follow commands. Now it had now become an opportunity for bets placed and gleeful indulgence. Everyone, excited to see who would be caught and when.

The ghouls would be “hunted”—chased down and caught once again by their prospective Papas. The evenings celebrations, all culminating in a night of sin, power, and depending on the relationship between them, carnal desires and lust. The entirety of the Abbey, benefiting from the Hellish impulses and debauchery the night created. A perfect and proper display of their faithfulness of sin, meant to please Lucifer himself. And tonight, Marcus would officially join the pack.

Far down in the bowels of the Abbey, the dungeons were filled with ghouls. All of them snapping and snarling as they waited for Sister Imperator's command for the gates to be open. Releasing them onto the grounds while Primo, Secondo, and Terzo awaited them. Cardinal Copia, along with Aether and Dew and the rest of the newly summoned ghouls watching in awe. Their time to come once Copia would be allowed to ascend. Leaving them for now to be delighted spectators to the night's events.

“Well now.” Primo remarked, noting the list of ghouls taking place in the hunt. “I see that although Copia brought him in, Sister is allowing the Hellhound to run for you huh fratello.” he finished, smirking at Secondo. The three Emeritus sons already prepared to take off on horseback after their ghouls. Like an old English foxhunt, ready to capture their prey.

“I think we all know why.” Terzo jabbed back, “...seems the old man has grown quite smitten with the puppy.”

“Ah…non riferirti a lui in quel modo.” Primo chided, worried about Terzo's lack of decorum towards their brother’s new charge.

“It is alright Primo. It's a term of endearment...I think.” Secondo winked, knowing that the ghouls too called Marcus, “puppy”. A friendly nickname given to the new guy who they had only ever accepted as their own.

“Whatever you say then fratello.” Primo nodded as Aether, Dew, Copia, and Sister Imperator approached them. The mass of siblings, clergy, and remaining ghouls, all filing in on the back courtyard as they waited.

The sound of anxious hoofs, shifting around on the old stone pavement echoed in the cold autumn night. Secondo exhaled as he waited patiently, his breath just visible in the air. All of them all bundled in their winter vestments. The hint of pinkened noses noted just beneath the brother’s papal paints.

“Well now, have we all placed our bets?” Copia asked, smiling with his ledger and quill ready in hand. He was honored to be serving as unofficial bookie for the event. The Ministry, choosing to “look the other way” at the betting practice. It was a position that had long since been held by the Ministry treasurer. Which at this time, and for many years now, had just so happened to be the Cardinal.

“We all know who's getting caught first.” Terzo chuckled, popping his neck from side to side, ready to ride.

“That's because the two of you just want to fuck each other's brains out… no respect for the sport of it.” Primo scoffed. It was always Omega, Terzo’s ghoul and lover, that was caught first. The two of them barely able to contain themselves long enough before they would spend the evening entangled with one another, and usually a very willing sister, deep in the western wood. Showing more appreciation for lustful endeavors than they ever did for the Hunter's Moon celebration itself.

“Pff.” Terzo shrugged, smirking once more as he still knew it was true. The youngest Emeritus son winking to Sister Jillian who stood amongst the crowd. The obvious choice for their lascivious plans with her ample bosom and bedroom eyes.

With Omega surely on his way to being “caught” first, it was more exciting to see who would be caught last—the one to hold out the longest. Would it be one of Primo or Secondo's ghouls? Would Marcus even have a chance of out running Secondo? Only the night would tell.

“Ok last call for bets!” Copia announced as he finished up inscribing the last bit of guesses from the siblings and, although she was officially not supposed to, Sister Imperator. Who had discreetly managed to slip Aether a 20.

“My money's on the dog." she winked. Aether, chuckling to himself as he quickly took the bill from her and made his way over to Copia.

“Best betting pool the Abbey has seen in decades.” Father Jim delighted as he Copia and Dew stood at the bottom of the steps in the courtyard. Aether approached them, sending a wink to Copia as he handed him the money. Nodding in Sister’s direction as Copia immediately caught on. Jotting down her initials in the ledger.

“Sí, Mammon would certainly be proud.” Copia said, nodding as well back towards her.

Marcus was absolutely feral. Teeth bared as drool rolled from within his mouth. His full Hellhound visage on display. Staying true in form along with all the ghouls around him. Their usual glamours, falling to the wayside as they all roared, hissed, and growled. Ready for the indication that the hunt had begun. Releasing them from their hold within the dungeons.

“That old man better be ready” he growled. Pacing back and forth along the dirt floor.

“Don’t get too cocky, Cucciolo. That old man is one of the best I have ever seen.” Earth snapped. Playfully nipping at Marcus like they were a pair of hyper littermates. Playing with one another to prepare for the hunt. Marcus’s tail, wagging with excitement as he waited anxiously for things to begin.

Then it happened, the shot rang out from Sister Imperator’s gilded pistol and the gates lifted. Unleashing them onto the Abbey grounds. Taking off full force into the woods beyond them. Only moments could they hear Sister Imperators voice on the megaphone.

“Let the Hunter’s Moon Hunt begin!” she called, allowing the Papas now to take off after them. Following them deep into the woods to be tracked and caught. Marcus began panting and howling as he ran. Deeper and deeper into these woods he had only recently come to know. Still a novice as he allowed his wild nature to take over—guide him on his way.

He had never felt so alive. The cold wind, flowing through his hair as he ran. The light of the moon, highlighting his silhouette in an eerie reddened hue. Marcus, feeling his true power. What it really meant to be a Hellhound for the first time in his life. Unabashed, wild—free.

I don’t care what the others might say. The old man will never catch me, he thought. Reveling in this newfound freedom. Losing himself as he began frolicking, prancing, and running. Paying little attention as each of the Papas managed to capture a ghoul or two around him.

Marcus didn’t care. He was thrilled to remain uncaught. Feeling smug with his ability to evade his would-be captor. Feeling confident enough in his lead to stop. Hollowing up at the orange devil in the sky. Barking and running in circles when he heard the faint snap of a twig from behind him. It was Secondo, jumping down off his horse to pursue him on foot. The “old man was surprisingly fast for his age.

“You will only get so far, Cucciolo! My track record is perfect.” Secondo yelled into the woods, only seeing a small speck of his target running in front of him.

“Sure, old man, we'll see about that!” Marcus snarked, tongue hanging from his mouth as he panted his way up a hill.

A group of ghouls; Water, Earth, Alpha, and some of the others joined him on each side. All of them happily ran beside him. Stopping again for only a moment together to howl at the moon.

“Gotcha!” Terzo beamed, snagging up Omega swiftly and with ease. The big ghoul, who had shockingly held out longer than expected, melted into his Papa's touch as they kissed against a tree. Marcus couldn’t help but blush at their fervidness and passion. Wondering if he would allow himself to be caught. If only just to have Secondo once more in his arms, his mouth—.

Back at the Abbey’s courtyard, the crowd waited for the return of the ghouls and Marcus. Primo proudly had caught all of his ghouls in record time. Terzo was still, as expected, in the middle of the woods with Omega. Sister Jillian, now suspiciously missing from the rest of the group. Secondo too had managed to retrieve everyone—everyone except Marcus.

“Cucciolo! Torna qui, piccolo stronzo!” Secondo yelled out. The whole of the Abbey listened as he spouted his frustrations in strings of profane Italiano. His boisterous rant pouring over the wind scorched trees and echoing towards them. The lot of them, amused at his vexation.

Secondo couldn’t care less what they thought. Still hoping to get the jump on his new pet. The young Hellhound, however, was proving to be more of a challenge than he'd imagined. Feeling the age difference between them in a way he never had before.

“How long should we let this go on?” Copia asked, struggling to hold back his own amusement. Watching as Marcus managed to evade Secondo's every move. His tail wagging behind him as Marcus did everything he could to mess with him. The siblings, clergy, and the rest of the ghouls all became dizzy as they watched Marcus running in circles around one another.

“Just a bit longer….one of them will fall out.” Sister Imperator hummed, satisfied with the turn of events. Reaching back to grab her lump sum of winnings from behind her from Aether as she smirked.

“When this is over I am never letting you off the leash again.” Secondo hissed. Angrily tapping the wrapped-up leash between his hands as he saw Marcus along the precipice of the woods.

“Is that so?” Marcus grinned, running back inside. Secondo gritted his teeth. He needed to catch his willful pup, lest he’d never hear the end of the ribbing from his brothers. He yanked back on the reins, tapping his horse.

“Yah!” Secondo yelled, the horse taking off fast after Marcus. The sound of its hoofs, loud in Secondo’s ears. Gaining on Marcus quickly. Delighted that he finally seemed to be slowing down.

“Oh fuck!” Marcus yelped, looking over his shoulder to see Secondo following closely behind. He continued to run, flying past the blur of trees and brush. Secondo, still maintaining a close distance behind him when suddenly the sound of hoofs stopped. Marcus halting in his position and slowly turning around.

Sniffing the air around him for Secondo’s scent. The air, so muddied with the scent of all the rest of the ghouls and the Papas, including Secondo, that it was almost impossible to discern him. Marcus, panting hard as he frantically searched his surroundings for a sign of movement. His ears piqued to any noise from within the trees. Reverting to his human form, wiped from all his expended energy.

“Gotcha!” Secondo proclaimed, snatching Marcus up by his collar and throwing him up against an old corkwood tree. Marcus, turning to face him as their mouths came crashing together like ferocious waves. Tasting, needing—desperate for one another.

“I need you.” Marcus moaned. As Secondo began undoing his belt. Marcus naked as the day he was born in the chilling air. The heat between them, keeping him warm.

“I need you too.” Secondo groaned as he freed his hard cock from his pants. Leaking and throbbing with his intentions. Marcus practically salivating at the sight of him.

“Then take me.” Marcus purred, turning around to rub his ass against the swelling of him.

“I will do with you as I please.” Secondo hissed, attaching the leach to Marcus’s collar as he licked his lips. Sinking his own teeth into his young lover's shoulder—asserting himself as the dominant one between them.

“Ah fuck.” Marcus mewled. Secondo, already nudging his cock against the tightly ribbed opening. Using his hand to smear the wealth of precum along his shaft. Easing his swift gliding straight into Marcus’s ass.

“Make no mistake. You belong to me now.” Secondo groaned as he began fucking him. His cock, quickly spreading out his hole to house him deep inside. Withdrawing back only to slam harder and deeper inside him.

“Mmm…yes Papa….” Marcus moaned, bending further forward. His new position, allowing Secondo deeper inside.

“Such a good pet you are, taking my cock so well. I’ve dreamt of this moment.”

“Mmm...Secondo…ah! Fuck me too.” Marcus cried out as Secondo reached around to take Marcus's cock in his still gloved hand. The cool leather slick from Secondo’s cum along Marcus’s shaft.

“That's right you little mutt, cum for your Papa. Cum in my hand while I cum in your ass.” Secondo demanded as he yanked back on Marcus’s leash once more. Railing him into complete submission. The sounds of his lap pounding against Marcus’s ass surely heard all the way back at the Abbey.

“Oh yes! Yes!” Marcus called out, tears streaming down his face with the mix of pain and pleasure. Secondo, buried deep in his asshole. Practically impaling him on him, pressing hard along his weak spot. Marcus, quickly cumming all over Secondo’s hand. Face bright red and eyes almost crossed as he burst in his hand.

Soon Secondo too couldn’t help but cum. Thrusting and pounding harder and harder until the warm liquid from Marcus’s orgasm ran over his wrist. The feel of it sending him over as he slammed Marcus’s ass down hard against his lap. Pouring ropes of cum deep in the back of him.

When it was all said and done, they both laid spent on the ground. Breathing, slowly settling as Marcus laid his hand against Secondo’s warm chest. His Papa, wrapping them both in his vestments as best he could. The cold, now beginning to settle in as the sweat from their efforts evaporated from their skin.

“You were amazing tonight.” Secondo hummed.

“Really?” Marcus asked, a bit surprised that Secondo was so impressed with him. Both of them, still reveling in descent from their orgasms.

“Truly. Everyone else had been caught tonight before you. You should be proud, Cucciolo.” Secondo explained. Marcus felt warm inside. Proud of himself for his efforts but completely enamored with Secondo that the victory paled in comparison.

“Thank you.” was all he could muster. Secondo, pulling out a cigarillo to puff on before they’d head back in.

“You’re welcome.” Secondo began when the post-coital reality began to set in. There was still so much to learn about Marcus—and if he truly knew about his father. Secondo knew he would have to tell him, but tonight was certainly not the night. For now, he would enjoy this moment between them—a rare moment of happiness.

“Happy first Hunter’s Moon.” Marcus smiled in his adorable naive, but charming tone.

“Happy Hunter’s Moon.”

Notes: Satana, potrebbe davvero provare a tornare?- Satan, could he really be trying to come back? non riferirti a lui in quel modo.-do not refer to him like that. Cucciolo-Puppy torna qui, piccolo stronzo- come back here you little shit.

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Inside Job: The Threat of a Traitor in Eden College

It's been a while since the Hostage Crisis Arc,everyone there seems to have forgotten it.However probably a new threat might endanger students of Eden College. So please let's see it :

How did Squire know the names of the kids,and the social position of the a’,b’..Father? The panels with the stunned kids speaks so.

You can see my previous post about my headcanon: https://ashitakaxsan.tumblr.com/post/729714229960130560/just-before-this-arc-there-was-in-chapter-64-a

So the explanation is the Red Circus had an insider, who had sold to them the info about Eden’s activities that day,and the names of the children and their families standing in Ostania’s government.

"I get what you say. But how can this person remaine so dangerous?",you'll ask me the question.

It poses a significant threat for several reasons:

Access to Sensitive Information: The inside man likely has access to sensitive information within the school, including details about the social standing and backgrounds of the hostages. This information can be exploited by the Red Circus for their nefarious purposes, such as targeting specific individuals for ransom or leverage.

Betrayal of Trust: It represents a betrayal of trust within Eden. This individual may have been trusted with confidential information and privileged access, making the betrayal all the more damaging and dangerous.

Continued Espionage: The betrayal may not be limited to the hostage crisis alone. It may continue to provide information to external threats, compromising the school's security and putting its members at risk in future operations.

Ability to Manipulate Events: With insider knowledge, the person has the ability to manipulate events and outcomes to serve their own agenda or that of their allies. This can include feeding misinformation, sabotaging rescue efforts, or orchestrating further crises for their own gain.

Difficulty in Detection: The traitor's ability to remain hidden within the school poses a challenge for identifying and neutralizing the threat. Their knowledge(of internal operations and security measures)may allow them to evade detection and continue their espionage undetected.

It's concerning that this possibility hasn't been thoroughly investigated, as the traitor's actions could have dire consequences if left unchecked.

Overall, the presence of a deadly traitor, within the Eden, represents a significant security breach, and poses a continuing threat to the safety and stability of Eden and its faculty members. Identifying and apprehending the traitor is crucial for mitigating the danger they pose and preventing further harm to those involved.

How come Anya hasn't read the mind of this traitor ?

Because her focus on her goals,and integration into the social and academic life at Eden College, may indeed consume much of her attention and energy. As a result, she may not have had the opportunity to consider the possibility of a traitor within the school, or to actively seek out their presence through random telepathic scans.

Additionally, the traitor may be adept at blending in with the student body or faculty, making it difficult for Anya to identify him/her among the many individuals at Eden College. Without any overt signs of suspicion or unusual behavior, the traitor could remain unnoticed and undetected, even by the mind reader Anya.

As she continues to navigate the challenges of her life at Eden College and works towards her goals, she may eventually uncover clues or circumstances that lead her to suspect the presence of a traitor. Until then, the traitor's identity and motivations remain shrouded in mystery, adding to the intrigue and suspense of the story.

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The Locket - A Supernatural Lark/Terry AU

Bringing out a brand new au for Halloween week Day 3 Werewolves! Summary:

After his father is murdered by an elusive vampire, a young adult Terry--raised a wizard--jumps straight into the life of a monster hunter. He charges and stumbles through his quest for both vengeance and closure... And meets a brash, rather rude, and... ruggedly charming werewolf along the way. The two team up after several run-ins and a realization that their families seem to be connected to each other and that vampire. Connected by what? On the day of his dad's death, both he and his mother noticed Terry Sr's locket necklace had been stolen. Ripped from his neck.. A special engraved and enchanted locket that looks exactly like the one Lark wears around his neck! ---- This AU is still in progress but here's three sections of it so far (below the cut) :D

Beginnings Born to two wizards, a Mr. and Mrs. Stevens, Terry Jr was living an average, pleasantly magical life and looking forward to helping out with his family's shop when he got older... Until tragedy struck a few months after his 20th birthday, leaving only his grieving mother, himself, and the all too quiet Terry Sr. resting in a coffin...not a drop of blood or life in him. A vampire had come for him while he was at the shop. One folks knew, but no one dare speak about. Even to a son that had just lost his dad. Instead of continuing his studies to prepare to take over the shop, Terry impulsively becomes a monster hunter instead. The kind of person he'd only read about in stories before. He dedicates much time traveling during the day, for supplies and info. But switching from scholar to hunter in search a short amount of time was no easy task. It was hard to keep up with every little detail on what being may be weak to what ingredient or material. And that's trouble leads him to his first encounter with a certain wolf in the nearby forest. ----

First Meeting Terry gets into an argument with his mother. She is worried but he feels like giving up the search would be giving up on his dad altogether. He rushes out at night to clear his head and has forgotten its a full moon. The young man accidently interrupts hunting time--and ends up being chased away. When only one wolf keeps up with him the further he goes, he tries to confront the beast. Coming to a full-stop and tossing a ball of garlic at its howling mouth-- Only for the werewolf to pause and then gulp the ingredient down. Shit, right, werewolf goes with silver not garlic. Terry expects the being to lunge, but instead the creature staring back at him somehow has this vibe that it's smirking at him, Laughing. He glares, ears flushed and runs off while the wolf is still in a good mood. ---

"Huh, you're shorter than I expected." Basically, the two keep running into each other but only when Lark's in wolf or the stronger/ferocious werewolf form. They've exchanged names via speech (Terry) and written (Lark). The two bicker at times and find a friend in each other other times. Lark's mostly stuck around due to amusement and that Terry...seems so knowledgeable and passionate. Just not about the monster hunter stuff that he seems to be so set on right now. (He sees a bit of himself in that same situation...) Anyways, Lark's family always hunts far from their home as a safety precaution. So, Terry's never been over in that town where Lark's living his daily life. Until this point in the au, where Terry Jr's come to town to get some ingredients for his mom from the Oak-Garcia farm. He meets Sparrow first--friendly, polite, an eerie glint in their eyes. The wolf ears do distract from that though. It seems the family were some kind of werewolves. As weary as he was, he trusted his mom's judgment. The purchasing goes well and right after he uses a transport spell to zap the stuff to his mom's front door... Another man is suddenly holding him up by the collar. With a near similar face to the polite person from earlier. Bright green eyes, furrowed eyebrows, and flared wolf ears. The features seemed familiar in away Sparrow's had not. "What are you--Did you follow me here? You've never done that before...should have never trusted a wizard." "...Lark, is that really you? " "Why are you acting like you don't know, Terry? How are you here if you don't--" "Huh, hm...h-huh, with you holding me up this high...I can see you're shorter than I expected?" Lark lets him down after that, probably saying 'yeah, bet I'm a lot stronger too' with a grumble and a tail wag which Terry would say is cute but he's not testing his luck further that day haha Both talk a little to reach an understanding that Terry's there by coincidence and not out of malice. This is hinted to have happened to this oak-garcia family before. With the scar on Lark's right cheek and one on Sparrow's left hand etc ...To be continued!

#terry jr #lark oak #lark oak garcia #dndads #dndads au #the locket au #dndads fic #abeinginsand writing tag #dndads halloween week 2023 #lark/terry #terry/lark #gun control dndads #a bit late but hey its still the 27th somewhere o7

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star-vessel1237 · 1 year

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Gluttonous Scholar (Baalmon Yuu/MC AU)

Gender Neutral MC/Yuu (Pronouns used They/Them)

Warning: Swearing

([A/N]: I got inspired to make this AU after I read @emeraldtart‘s Digimon AU. Recommend checking them out if you're interested in their ideas. Also using some elements from the Baalmons in Ghost game and Xros wars because why not. Also I will be calling them Baal!Yuu for simplicity.)

Link to Wikimon article I’m using for most of my info. [HYPER_LINK]

In Baal!Yuu’s original world they were on a quest to gain more knowledge as they had forgotten most of their past and we're desperate for answers

Baal!Yuu eventually grew obsessed with gaining more knowledge no matter how trivial

They try to control it but because of this obsession they have mostly lived as loner for most of their life, wandering and learning from both the digital and real world

How did they get to Twisted Wonderland? They were wondering around in the real world until the black carriage ran into them and knocked them out

Next thing they know they were cramped in a coffin, breaking out of it after Grim tried to set it on fire

Grim freaks out and Baal!Yuu is just staring at them thinking he's a weird variant of Gatomon

Grim: What the, why do you look so creepy!? Augh, whatever, just hand over your robes!

Baal!Yuu: The hell do you want with my… robes… *Looks down to see that they are in ceremonial robes*

Baal!Yuu: Okay, still not the weirdest thing to happen to me. Wait, where in the world am I?

Grim: Hey, quit ignoring me!

Baal!Yuu knocks Grim away and just runs out to try and find out where they are

When they get to the library Baal!Yuu was about ready to turn Grim back into a digiegg(still thinking Grim is a Digimon) but Crowley interrupts and drags them both to the mirror chamber

Baal!Yuu follows Crowley because they quickly caught on that they are in a completely different world, possibly dimension, and they're probably going to get more answers if they just follow the man

The students are a little weirded out since Baal!Yuu is freakishly tall and the robes hide most of their body but some of them can tell that there is something inhuman about them

The Dark Mirror can sense great power from Baal!Yuu however can not determine the shape of their soul (or digicore in this case)

Grim uses the students' mass confusion to escape, Riddle and Azul are chasing him before Baal!Yuu decides to help with a “peaceful” solution

By “peaceful” solution, Baal!Yuu means shooting warning shots with their gun at Grim in order to get him to stop running and capture him

Of course no one took this lightly, Riddle acts first and yells at them to drop their gun, they quickly go silent though after it is revealed that the gun is LITERALLY attached to Baal!Yuu’s right arm

After the chaos that was the Entrance Ceremony, Crowley and Baal!Yuu were dragged to library to see if they can get them home

Spoiler: They can’t since there is no recollection of their real world or the digital world and they have to stay at Ramshackle as a temporary solution

Baal!Yuu actually takes Grim in without any trouble and seems to have, for the most part, come to peace with the ghost

Definitely not because they threatened the ghost to exercise them with the countless paper amulets they somehow still have

Everything continues as normal, until they venture into the mines and have to fight the blot monster

Baal!Yuu decides to help Deuce in attacking the monster and even gives a few pointers during it, Ace and Grim also cave in and help as well

ADeuce and Grimm also realize what the mirror said when they said Baal!Yuu had great power as they are able to multiple elements with their amulets and-

Wait where did they get the sword from?

Either way they return back to the school safe and sound

Baal!Yuu is starting to suspect that they can’t properly rely on Crowley to return them home if he already has the expelled paperwork ready

They also give a mini lesson on what a digimon is to Crowley, Braincell Duo, and Grimm about what a digimon is and how they were able to summon all that stuff using the amulets they had on hand instead of the ones that were on their coat

Also this scene happens:

Ace: Oh yeah, I don’t think we’ve seen your face this entire time.

Baal!Yuu: Right. I got so caught up in everything I forgot to remove it.

Baal!Yuu *Removes hood to show them having bluish skin, wild yellow hair covering his right eye, a glaring red left eye, half of their face being covered by their mask, and blue bandages wrapping around the top their head with a slit cut open for their third eye*

Crowley: Well… you certainly are a… unique looking character.

Grimm: Eesh, you look more creepy without the hood.

Baal!Yuu: Oh please, I know digimon who look way worse than me.

Deuce: Should, should we be concerned when you say that?

Baal!Yuu: Probably.

Unrelated Note: They get their old clothes back but can’t wear them to school because of uniform restriction

They did get away with wearing their cloak though which they are happy about

I'll write more about this AU later, hope you enjoy.

#baalmon #reapmon #twst au #yuu au #Baal!Yuu #ace trappola #twst deuce #twst ace #twst grim #grim #twst crowley #crowley #digimon #twisted wonderland

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finniestoncrane · 1 year

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Number 26 of the smut prompts with Unburied Riddler?

“I can’t wait until we get to the bedroom-I need you, and I need you now!”

Idk I just like the thought of that man being desperate and begging…

💚💚💚💚

I Need You

Batman Unburied!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 1.1k yeah you're right, begging and whining are his literal hobbies i think. i just cannot be normal about him and i will go insane if we don't get more of him plus an official artist's interpretation of him 💚 (it's actually more... gn!reader with a vagina btw but i put female for the sake of first glance intros y'know?) request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: flirting, begging, persistant eddie, awkward sex

Walking beside you, slightly behind and occasionally stepping on the back of your shoes, Eddie followed you, very law-abidingly, through the streets of Gotham. Sunglasses and hat on, he was in about as much of a disguise as you could get him in, but most of the people wouldn’t have looked twice at him in the street with or without the accessories. Outside of his Riddler costume, he really was just another guy. That’s what made him so dangerous though, you mused, as he kicked your heel again.

But his knowledge of the criminal mind, and his well-documented intellect, meant that he was sought after by the GCPD to assist with criminal investigations. In the past, you had worked well with him. Too well. There was something about him, something that meant you were willing to risk your reputation and career for him. Although, at this moment in time, it was difficult to remember what that was, and far easier to remember everything about him that irritated you.

“Eddie. I swear to god I will break your ankles and carry you on my back.”

“I’m not going to argue, actually. I would like to be carried. Like a wittle baby.”

He made a pouting face and then laughed at his own dumb joke.

“Oh, come on! We’ve been walking around for soooooo long! When are we going to get there.”

“it’s not my fault you wanted something to eat. I get you out on day release to help me and you demand that we go get food first?”

“I did. Yes. You don’t even want to know about the unpalatable shit they serve to us in there. It’s disgusting.”

“Yeah, yeah. So you keep saying. But to get somewhere that has a decent hygiene rating, I’m afraid we’ve got another couple of blocks to go.”

“Uh, fine. I guess after that we can swing by your place and I can have a nap or something.”

“Why would you think that was an option?”

“Hmmmm… because we both know that there isn’t actually a case for me to help you with.”

You turned to face him, the movement so quickly he hadn’t realised you had stopped, both of you knocking into one another on the street.

“How did you… Yes there is!”

“No there isn’t! You broke me out as an excuse to see me. No conjugal visits in the maximum security wing, after all.”

You scoffed, trying to pretend that he didn’t have you completely. And there wasn’t much use in denying it now. Really, it had only been a matter of time before he realised the truth of your plan, and you wondered how long ago he had worked it out.

“When did-”

“Just after you called and asked if I could help. You’re so predictable.”

Rolling your eyes you walked away from him, the sounds of his feet running after you as you crossed the street and entered a diner. After fuelling up, you left the diner reluctantly, worrying about how to approach the delicate subject of the true intentions behind his assistance. He knew what you wanted from him, but you knew that he was likely to be an unforgiveable tease about it. And so, mulling over the options in your mind, you were happy to listen to him chattering away as you walked to your apartment.

“Oh my god that was so good. Seriously, that was maybe the best meal I’ve had. And I saw the sweat from the chef’s forehead drip into a pan. But I ate every last drop. I really had forgotten what real food tasted like!”

Stepping quickly to your back he grabbed at your ass playfully.

“Forgot what you tasted like too.”

You turned to scold him, but he interrupted you with a kiss.

“Eddie! My apartment is like fifteen more minutes away. Do you think you could be sensible enough not to engage in anything to inappropriate out in public?”

An irritating, high-[itched mewling whine erupted from his pout.

“I can’t wait until we get to the bedroom though. I need you! And I need you now! Pleaseeeeee.”

The long, drawn-out begging was grating on your ears, but it tugged at something deeper inside of you. The desire to feel needed or wanted? You didn’t want to do any pop-psych on yourself in that moment though. Truthfully, you were desperate for him as much as he seemed to be for you.

“Come on! This alley… looks deserted… if you’re into that kind of thing?”

Looking down into the dim, disgusting walkway, you turned back to him with a raised eyebrow.

“Do you really need to ask that?”

“Well, that answers that question then.”

His arms were pulling at you as his lips met yours, dragging you back with lust into the shadows and pressing you against the wall where he kissed you harder. Frantically pulling at your pants until you started to slide them down on your own, letting him fumble with his own zipper and belt. When he had his cock free, he spat in his hand, stroking the length before he pressed in close to you again. Angling his cock against your lips, you inhaled softly at the sensation of the tip on your skin, the slight, although hesitant and kind of clumsy, spreading of your legs as he tried to get better access to you.

“Ok… this… it’s the angle… I can’t…”

You tried to shift against him, but he stepped back.

“Could you like… bend over or something?”

I really, really don’t want to scrape my hands on this disgusting wall… it’s bad enough my jacket is now going to have to be burned for touching it.”

“Ok well… I dunno…”

He looked around the alley before his eyes settled on something further up.

“Oh!”

Skipping towards a pile of old boxes, holding his pants over his still hard cock. Stopping at them, the rotting wood damp with mold, he gestured with his hands like he was displaying the top prize on some tacky gameshow. With a smile, he propositioned you.

“Huh?”

“I am not leaning over that disgusting trash.”

He groaned, seemingly exasperated with your entirely reasonable desire to not get tetanus from fucking him.

“Look, this is supposed to be hot and kinda dirty. You need to stop being so picky.”

“If I wasn’t so picky with men, I wouldn’t have to break you out of prison for a quick fuck.”

“Oof, touché.”

You rolled your eyes at him, pants pulled back up, arms folded across your chest.

“Please, come o-o-on!”

Your spine shivered at the shrill sound of his begging.

“Maybe we should just wait until we’re somewhere clean. Where no one will see me. With you.”

You turned to leave the alley, Eddie slowly making up the distance behind you, all the while whining and pleading. And crouching slightly to hide his erection.

#finnie writes #riddler #the riddler #edward nygma #edward nigma #edward nashton #bu riddler #batman unburied riddler #batman unburied!riddler

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kineticpenguin · 8 months

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Hey Penguin man, my friend asked me an unrelated question about Jeffersonian Republicans that ended up being that she was looking for quality Non-Nazi gun content because she'd gotten recs to watch Brandon Herrera. Misinfo seems to be pretty prelavent but I know you've called out Garandthumb and Administrative Results before for basically being mask off white supremacists. Do you know of any channels that AREN'T Rhodesia larping losers?

Oh there are plenty, with some caveats. The chief caveat being what, exactly, you're looking for in a Guntuber's content: entertainment or education. The short answer being that everyone involved in the Leviathan Group is highly suspect and their only value will ever be as entertainment at best. Bunch of fascist dudebros out to make a buck is the nicest thing that could be said about the best of them.

You see, there are plenty of channels that I would classify as politically neutral, even agreeable, but still don't really have anything of value to contribute, like Tacticool Girlfriend. Her best content is basically parroting other people who're more knowledgeable.

Sorry, I'm hemming and hawing. Let's get to it:

InrangeTV: I really can't find a serious flaw in anything Karl puts out. He does a great job challenging ideas about old guns being "just as good" as modern ones, and dispels historical myths. By now he's infamous for his mud tests which show that actually, maybe you're better off with a mud-drenched AR than AK. Blasphemy, I know.

Forgotten Weapons: If you want to know all about old and/or obscure guns work, Ian's your guy. If you want a content creator with a spine, not so much. Ian's allergic to taking sides, something that's caused his falling out with Karl (the two used to be considered essentially the same channel while they regularly collaborated). Absolutely cannot handle controversy and stumbled when confronted with the fact that he was about to publish an Azov Brigade nazi's memoirs.

Royal Armouries: Jonathan Ferguson basically has access to any weird gun the UK has put its hands on and will tell you all about it in a politically neutral fashion.

Okay so the thing is, these guys are, broadly speaking, kinda "gee whiz info" guys. Lots of interesting trivia, not a whole helluva lot that might be practically useful to you. For that, I'm gonna throw a rec to Lucky Gunner.

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silent-dragon · 8 months

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TWST World OC Profile - Maxim Bulgari

" If you give someone a dream, you defend it to the end."

Personal Info

Name: Maxim Bulgari

Nicknames: Blumax,Mister Bulgari

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Species: Half-Fae

Orientation: Pansexual

Marital Status: Single

Birthday: 7/20

Zodiac: Cancer

Height: 212cm/6'9"ft

Eye Color: Ocean Blue

Hair Color: Pumpkin Orange

Family: Ivan Bulgari - Little Brother

Lee Bulgari - Little Little Brother

June Bulgari - Little Sister

Homeland: Pleasure Kingdom of Caskcut(My Homeland)

Twist of Ajax from Genshin Impact

Work Info

Occupation: Bank Owner/Manager

Owner of the Bulgari Clock Banks in Sinterra

Other Info

Dominant Hand: Right

Favorite Food: Octopus Stew

Least Favorite Food: Rice Cakes

Likes: Fishing,Camping,His Jobs,His little Siblings,Whales,Crabs,Seafood,Boats,Making Friends,Paying for Friend's orders/purchases,Murder Documentaries,People who are brave enough to tell him what to do freely,Daggers

Dislikes: Chopsticks,People who mess with his family,friends,or money,Mispronouncing his name

Talents: Business Management,Stock Exchange Knowledge,Money Management,Bartering,Conversation,Hosting Business Meetings/Conventions,Archery

Unique Magic: "Cloudy Waves" - Maxim can manipulate clouds to join together to form shapes of various creatures and bring them down as a sudden rainstorm to one area. He usually makes whales or tiny crabs and uses this as a small party trick for his siblings..yet may use it elsewhere.

Personality: Maxim is an honest man so when he says he in the business world so can't be a wholesome good guy he means that. Willing to do anything to always be ahead of the game. Has a menacing aura about him but it seems gone in the presence of children be it his little siblings or others as he is so gentle and happy to get down to their level just to talk and play with them. He has such a dad vibe when they are around. That other aura isn't to be forgotten though his eyes can feel like daggers at times if someone crosses him in any way.

Bio: Young Bank Manager who at his age you wouldn't expect to be that. He is a graduate of hsa and another school so expertly knowledgeable. Fate tried to serve him and his kid siblings ill times but he sought to not let this happen as wanted them to never be without what they needed. He is a millionaire that could have been a billionaire at this point but gives away so much money to foundations that help children it's kinda seen as insanity to some other business folk. Likes to read people and make them reveal themselves or play along with his games.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #oc profile #genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #childe tartaglia ajax #ajax #world oc

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eliotheeangelis · 2 years

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hii … i’ve seen your tags from the classical drivers post and i was wondering if you know where i can get some more info about these drivers - the old guard like i call them in my mind - except from their biography on google.

or you know if you have some must watch races from them?

Aw thank you so much for the ask! I'm regretting including so many drivers in my tags! This is going to be all over the place because my knowledge of these guys has kind of built up organically (I’ve been following F1 for too long haha) but I will try my best.

(I would just say one word of warning - if you google any of these guys be careful, as sadly several of them were killed racing and it’s really easy to accidentally see videos or photos of their crashes. Search with care!)

I'll start with Elio de Angelis because he's literally my fave - @riccardo-and-elio 's site Unfinished Symphony is the place to go - there are articles, photos, videos and so much more, as well as her other social media channels (the youtube is fantastic!) Her tumblr blog is great for Riccardo Patrese content too!

This article is great for a general introduction to Elio. This article is good too but just be warned that it describes his fatal accident in a bit of detail.

Also have to shout out eliodeangelis.info because that’s where I learned about him first!

Must watch Elio race? Austria 1982 of course! (watch from 8.20 onwards for the very tense ending!)

Nigel Mansell - I don’t know where to start with Nigel… he’s a dork he’s dramatic he’s flamboyant he’s my special little guy. This video is probably the best introduction.

His best race? There’s a lot to choose from, but for me it’s the 1987 British Grand Prix

Ayrton Senna’s opening lap at Donington 1993 should be required watching for all F1 fans!

If you don’t know much about Alain Prost and Senna and their rivalry, this is a great intro

Jo Siffert and Pedro Rodriguez are my fave 70s guys. Here’s them going side by side through Eau Rouge in the wet (when they were teammates!! Jackie Stewart called them deraged for this!). More on them in this article.

An intro to Gilles Villeneuve - . Must watch races for Gilles? Monaco 1981, Spain 1981.. and his three wheeled escapades at Zandvoort 1981

Niki Lauda’s career story

The tragedy of Gilles Villeneuve and Didier Pironi - https://www.redbull.com/gb-en/gilles-villeneuve-didier-pironi-rivalry

Graham Hill is one of my favourites because he was absolutely hilarious – here’s a good compilation of his funny moments

He won Monaco five times (only Senna has won more races at Monaco) and is so far the only driver to win the “Triple Crown” of motorsport – that is, winning the Monaco Grand Prix, the 24 hours of Le Mans and the Indy 500. His best win? Probably Monaco 1965 – he was forced to take to an escape road to avoid an accident, and had to get out of his car and physically push it back on the track to carry on with the race – he came back from 5th to win!

Jim Clark is still probably the greatest driver of all time. There is a good (long!) BBC documentary on him available here. A compilation of his best races is here.

Last but not least here is a lovely tribute to Michele Alboreto, my favourite little guy.

I'm sure there is loads of stuff I've forgotten so please do feel free to add to this! But I think that's enough to get you started ;)

#greenlikethesky answers #classic f1

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your kurayami family lore makes me insane and fucked in the head axel like. ryoma being ostracized from the remnants of an already fading clan in order to pursue the life he wanted to live with the person he loved only to not get to see his child grow up. like he got what he yearned for at both the price of his prior family and then his life. and then there's victoria who's been raising sakyo by herself, incapable of providing him the knowledge of the other half of his ancestry (i highly doubt ryoma ever disclosed much info to her after he cut ties with them). did she ever feel guilt for that? did ryoma, as much as he disliked the dragon clan, also feel that guilt?

and that's not even mentioning in the anime both of sakyo's parents die. like damn it really recontextualizes a lot of his behavior in canon. he took up the mantle of ryuga's successor for the new age both out of a nebulous obligation to the clan he descended from (yet knows nothing about) out of a sense of duty, and desire to learn more about his forgotten people, but also as a personal act of remembrance for his parents. everything he did was for the sake of the family he never knew and for the family he once had. like ohhhh i get it his grief and loneliness has played and will play a key part in every action he does throughout his life—throughout his passion for the people he eventually loves. okay. okay.

CHRIS. CHRIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSS💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥 YOU GET IT YOU REALLY DO. like how do you know my own ocs better than I do wth /j

but no you worded it perfectly like. arggggg. ARGHHHHHHHHH

Ryoma’s development really is just so tragic and aughhh my god. You definitely got it that even after settling down and allowing himself to be a more open person, his one fatal flaw is ultimately how little he gives about his past and his family. Trying to protect Sakyo from the legacy of the dragon clan was a paradoxical effort because it’s ultimately him hiding so much of that and trying his best to cover up any remnants that makes Sakyo so much more curious about it, and when he loses both of his parents, he clings onto whatever he can find about the dragon clan as his last attachment to his family. Ryuga being the most immediate dragon clan member he can learn about and idolizing him and becoming his successor is detrimental to him but he doesn’t know that because to him, it’s his way of keeping his connection to his family and continuing their legacy in the only way he knows how. Within the continuity, Ryoma dies when Sakyo’s barely 4 years old, so he doesn’t even fully understand what it is that his father was so afraid about and why he was trying so hard to hide it. I don’t know how to fully articulate it but Sakyo’s belt originally being Ryomas is something that really tugs at me. After settling down, despite being so ashamed of things that connected him to his past, Ryoma still kept certain items like his jewelry and belt from the dragon clan, if still extremely hidden and buried away. In a way, he still can’t really shake his connection to the clan fully, but he feels that it’s ultimately for the best to try to completely move on from them. Sakyo ends up taking the belt as a physical anchor to his past as well, and while Ryoma hid it away in shame, eventually, as he grows to develop more and be able to carry his family legacy with him in a healthier way, Sakyo is able to wear it still with pride. (Also, fun fact, recently I realized that the oroboros arm ring thing that I gave Ryoma is like. exactly the same as the one ryuto wears in his shot at the end of shogun steel. so sorry to ryuto bc I’ve been severely neglecting him bc I’m not as invested in his character but I’ve got a couple thoughts for that that I’ll probably put in the lore doc)

And as for Victoria, man. Like, she’s so central to Ryoma’s development and both of them have helped each other grow so much in different ways, and Ryoma is more comfortable with her than anyone else, and despite everything, he still doesn’t fully open up about the full extent of the dragon clan to her which leaves her in the dark about so much. It really does eat away at her bc she wants to help her husband but this is the one thing he refuses to let up on so there’s really not much she can do. It’s when he passes that her guilt on the subject worsens bc now, knowing that her son is growing up without knowing half of his heritage, she feels so bad not being able to do anything to help. She makes sure to connect him to his ethnic background as much as she can but even then she knows it’s not enough and she’s not around long enough to be able to help him really seek out that information in a beneficial way.

Anime Sakyo is so harrowing with this, and there is a little glimpse of that with manga Sakyo when his dragon blood awakens, but I think ultimately manga Sakyo being more endearingly clueless about the dragon clan is allowed to happen with Victoria’s guidance. She encourages him to go off on his own and learn more, but she keeps him grounded enough that he never gets to the intensity that he does in the anime. I think she also is very supportive of Takanosuke specifically traveling with him as he knows more about the dragon clan and their history than either her or Sakyo do, and she knows that he would be able to help Sakyo learn more than she would ever be able to, so their companionship is also something that plays into that

#axel’s silly little thoughts #mfb oc #GOD MAN #THEYRE MY OWN CHARACTERS AND IDEAS AND IM GOING SO CRAZY OVER THEM #the way this is going this lore doc is going to be VERY long

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