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🌙 starring. Choi Seungcheol x afab!Reader 

🔮 preview. He’s this big, strong, business major and frat president- but right now, he’s putty in your hands… and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t feeling extremely powerful from this.

tw/cw. Unprotected sex, cam girl reader, mentions of alcohol/drugs/porn, masturbation, use of sex toys, multiple reader orgasms, oral (both m/f recieving), blow job, pussy eating, overstim, multiple sex positions, dirty talk, praise, etc… I pet names: (hers) baby.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 6.3k 

🍭 aus. Svt cam boy au, frat au, university au, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. This is part 2 of a 3 part cam boy svt au. Each story can be read as a stand-alone, but exists within the same universe :) Wonwoo is April, Seungcheol is May, and Mingyu will be in June. The complete masterlist is here. 

Prologue:

It’s a generally unspoken secret amongst the frats and sororities at your university that some of the students within the ‘Greek system’ are a part of the adult entertainment camming industry. When notorious gaming streamer ‘No Face’ had made his debut in the more erotic style of video making, there had been whispers about Sigma Veta Tau’s Jeon Wonwoo being the man behind the mask. 

“I swear to God,” your friend Kelly says one night as you’re all watching Legally Blonde for the tenth time, “No Face had another cam show last night, and I’m like a hundred percent sure he was talking to someone behind the camera.”

“So?” you sigh.

“So… everyone knows Wonwoo has that new girlfriend! I would bet my scholarship that Wonwoo is No Face, and he and his girlfriend are into some weird in front of camera and behind the camera masturbation type of shit.” 

“If they are, that’s their own business,” you shrug. 

“I wonder how much money they make,” Kelly frowns. “Like… No Face is huge- I wonder if he makes like… thousands every month.”

Now your friend's words draw your attention. It’s one of those weird things, you’re aware of camboys and camgirls, aware of the porn industry and everything, of OnlyFans- but with so many easily accessible free porn sites, you’d forgotten that a lot of content creator’s have switched to behind paywall options in order to make actual income on their work.

“I heard he’s making over ten thousand a month,” another sorority sister pipes in. “There are rumours that Sigma Veta Tau’s frat president, you know, the business major one, supports the whole thing and helps with marketing and style and all sorts of stuff so that it’s more profitable.”

Your skin is prickling now… ten thousand a month? Just for… diddling yourself on camera? Wearing a mask would make you anonymous, and as a female, if you did a wig, it would be even better…

You shake your head at yourself, you can’t actually be considering this… can you? 

One:

It’s been about six months since you started camgirling, and it’s going alright. It had been a definite learning curve, as you don’t have some business major to talk you through the ropes, and unlike No Face, you didn’t start with a preexisting following from being a gaming streamer- no, it’s slow going, but sometimes with things like this, it just is what it is.

Being an anonymous camgirl doesn’t stop you from having fun though, and tonight, you’re with Kelly at a Sigma Veta Tau frat party. 

There had been talk about frat president Choi Seungcheol being a mastermind behind the possible camboy ring in this frat, notably No Face being the most famous, but you push that aside. You’ve been into Seungcheol since you first saw him, and, expertise or not, you’d do anything for a chance with him.

The two of you know each other in passing; you’re both in the ‘Greek system’ after all, so when you get to the party, you zero in on Cheol by the beer pong table.

He looks up as you approach, a smirk working its way onto his mouth. 

You’ve had near misses with this man, misses that you’ve since dwelled on incessantly.

There had been that time your sorority and his fraternity were doing a bake sale together, and the two of you had been stuck at the booth all day due to scheduling conflicts with other volunteers. The booth had been small, and there had been numerous moments of contact, you trailing your hand along his shoulders as you moved behind him to grab cupcakes, his hands on your hips to gently guide you out of his way so he could access the cash box-

Christmas had been interesting, with the two of you stuck under the mistletoe only to be interrupted by first-year Dino, who had come to warn Seungcheol that Hoshi and Seokmin had spiked the punch with LSD by accident- how had it been an accident, you might ask? Well, the jury is still out on that one.

Seungcheol is definitely your ‘maybe’ man, the man you maybe will kiss, the man you maybe will fuck, the man you maybe will fall for… if the situation allows it. 

“How are you doing?” Seungcheol says, immediately wrapping his arm around your shoulders to pull you in.

It’s a forward approach, but you don’t mind as you snuggle up to the big, muscular frat boy. 

“Doing good, you?” 

“Been drinking,” he notes, holding up his red solo cup for you. “Promise there’s no LSD in this one.”

You laugh, accepting the liquor. It’s a mixed drink, something strong, and now you know why Seungcheol is so relaxed. This is pure giggle juice, and if you’d had a whole cup of this, you’d be just as forward with Seungcheol as he’s being with you right now.

“What did you put in this?” you ask.

“I don’t know, Dino made it.” 

Sometimes you forget that Seungcheol is one of the older men here, and he’s the president, so he has a whole house of dudes ready to do anything he asks. It’s funny how often he picks on Dino, but at the same time, you know Seungcheol loves the kid and sees him like a little brother.

“Are you sure there’s no LSD in this, then?” you tease.

Seungcheol chuckles. “Dino’s more of a weed guy, and Vernon only sells the flower shit, which would be hard to hide in a drink, so you don’t have to worry.”

You love the inner workings of this community. Hoshi and Seokmin are the trouble makers with a thing for getting too messed up on alcohol or anything they can get their hands on. Seungkwan, their bitchy mother figure/younger cohort who always runs around with them, or with Vernon - the resident weed seller - even though Seungkwan is a total musical theater kid and hasn’t touched any drug in his entire life.

Then you have the likes of Jeonghan, Joshua, and Seungcheol, three of the older members, the business majors. Woozi and Wonwoo are more on the quiet end of the spectrum, avoiding parties. There are Jun and Minghao, who can have a crazy streak, but also prefer to seclude together rather than come to big gatherings. Mingyu and Dino are both just puppies, and they’re constantly running around and getting into trouble.

No, you love this frat, and regardless of the camboy rumours, you’re happy that they’re the brother frat to your sorority. 

You continue to sip on the drink, standing with Seungcheol while you watch Seokmin and Hoshi versus Jeonghan and Joshua in beer pong. It’s a riveting game, with all sorts of fake-outs, crying, screaming- Hoshi pretending to sip his drink, then doing a trick shot that fails, only for him to sprawl onto the floor in disappointment. Seokmin laughing at his teammate’s antics can probably be heard over the music throughout the whole house.

Jeonghan and Joshua end up winning, and the ‘evil twins’ - as some call them - celebrate accordingly with shots.

Seungcheol can only laugh, turning to look at you. “How’s that drink working out?”

“Are you trying to get me drunk, mister Choi?”

“Just a little tipsy, not drunk,” he smirks.

“And why would you want me to be tipsy?”

“So you’ll dance with me,” he admits, and for the first time, he actually looks kind of shy. This big, beefy, muscle-head businessman who always fills out his suits - or his blue jeans - is shy about asking you to dance… You couldn’t be more into him than you are in this moment.

“Cheol, you need to be more confident,” you tell him, grabbing his hand to lead him onto the dance floor.

“I am confident,” he argues. 

“Yeah? I don’t believe you.”

Seungcheol swallows thickly, and then he grabs the back of your neck. He tugs you to his chest, closing the distance between your mouths. You kiss him back eagerly, latching onto his plain white t-shirt as your tongues begin to clash deliciously. 

Seungcheol groans, his hand slipping from the small of your back to your ass, and you realize that maybe this man wasn’t being shy at all, maybe he just wanted your first kiss to feel right. After all, there have been so many near misses-

No, this is perfect, and you get lost in the taste of Seungcheol as he kisses you on the dance floor.

You don’t feel exposed even though you’re in a crowd like this- you know no one is paying attention to you, and you also know you’re not the only couple making out on the dance floor right now.

Your heart is racing when Seungcheol finally pulls away, and he looks down at you with a grin.

“My room?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

He grabs your hand, pulling you off the dance floor.

Your heart is still thundering as you follow him. He takes you up two flights of stairs, all the way to his back corner room. 

Lots of frat boys have double rooms that they share with others, but there’s a select handful that have solo lodging like Cheol’s.

You’ve never actually been in his room before- most of the frat boys keep their doors locked, and you’re shocked at the neon blue hue created by many panels of mood lighting along the walls. There’s a massive gaming station in the corner, a desk, a big bed- it looks like a room that suits Seungcheol, but there’s something about the aesthetic that’s throwing you off.

The neon blues are No Face’s colours- but you know Cheol is not No Face, he’s much too big to be the lean, thick anonymous gamer turned OnlyFans celebrity. 

“You good?” Seungcheol asks, closing the door behind you.

“Yeah, just never been in here before,” you lie, shaking your head as you grab Seungcheol again, pressing your lips to his desperately. 

He wraps you up in his large arms, leading you over to the bed. You fall onto the mattress as gracefully as gravity allows, looking up at Seungcheol.

His expression is one of complete lust, you can tell you’ve both been waiting for this for a while.

“Here,” you offer, undoing your jeans and lifting your hips so you can shimmy out of them.

He immediately grabs at the fabric, helping you tug it off. Next is your shirt, and you remove that too-

Then you notice Seungcheol staring at you, but his expression has shifted to one of confusion.

You look down and realize he’s staring at a faint birthmark on your inner thigh.

“Wait…” he shakes his head, “are you camgirl BabyDoll246?”

Two: 

Seungcheol’s whole world has stopped. Things had been a little fuzzy from drinking mixed booze for a couple of hours, but now, the world is extremely clear. He can’t stop looking at the mark on your thigh, the tiny mark- so small you could miss it, so small it would likely be insignificant in every scenario- except Seungcheol has been looking at that mark nearly every night for the better part of two months.

As someone involved with unofficial guidance in the camming industry, Seungcheol has made it his job to keep an eye out for competition… but at the same time, Seungcheol’s not about to watch all the male camboys. No, he’s taken to watching the girls, seeing what works, what doesn't-

And then he’d found anonymous, mask and wig-wearing camgirl BabyDoll246, and he’d become obsessed.

You… you can’t be camgirl BabyDoll246… except, it’s your mark, on your thigh- and now that Seungcheol thinks about it, other things are starting to fit too.

“Y/N,” Seungcheol repeats, “Are you camgirl BabyDoll246?”

“Cheol…”

“I’ve got so many business tips for you!” Seungcheol belts out, his grooming as a businessman taking over, without the aid of his usual charming lines, which are blurred by his tispy countenance. 

“What?” You blink up at him in confusion. “You’re not mad that I’m a camgirl?”

“Why would I be mad?” Seungcheol asks in shock. 

“Because, uh… well, some men are very controlling and protective over the girls they sleep with?”

“Some men need to grow some balls, and also, we haven’t slept together yet.”

“Which brings me back to the fact that I’m in my bra and panties on your bed, so are we doing this, or what?” You chuckle, but there’s a nervousness to it.

Seungcheol gets the impression that the whole camgirl thing is a touchy subject for you. Not many cam people are proud and loud about what they do for work, and Seungcheol knows it’s hard to face the judgment that comes with being an adult entertainer while also trying to get a university degree.

His mind is spinning, and Seungcheol does his best to push it all down.

He thinks maybe he’d had too much to drink earlier, and Seungcheol’s the kind of man who struggles to get hard when he’s been excessive with his alcohol consumption. But he’s not about to pass up this opportunity, not when his mouth still works.

The frat president sinks to his knees, hooking his fingers in your panties to remove them.

“Eat you out now, talk business another time, when I’m sober,” he promises.

“You’re not going to fuck me after eating me out?” you question.

Seungcheol would normally be open about his failings as a man, but now that he knows you’re camgirl BabyDoll246, he doesn’t want to embarrass himself in front of you. So instead, he tells you, “I don’t want to rush things,” then he pulls your core to his tongue.

You don’t question him further, your head lolling back, a whimper escaping you.

God, you sound even prettier in person, and it encourages Seungcheol to go harder, giving you everything his mouth has to give.

He’s watched you cum on toys of all sorts, and he’ll be damned if he can’t make you cum on his tongue. 

Three:

You can’t believe you’ve agreed to a ‘buisness meeting’ with Choi Seungcheol- but after he’d made you cum on his tongue three times, you hadn’t been in the mindset to argue with him about anything.

So here you are, after dinner on a Tuesday, walking through the nearly deserted library until you find the frat president in a far corner on his laptop.

Seungcheol waves you over, and he even stands to give you a lingering hug.

“Missed you,” he whispers, and if he didn’t sound so sincere, you might find it laughable.

By now, you’ve worked it out that Seungcheol is a major fanboy of yours. What had felt like a push-pull power dynamic ‘maybe’ relationship has been flipped on its head, and now, you’re acutely aware that you hold all of the cards. 

“I made a PowerPoint,” Seungcheol announces as you both sit down next to each other.

“What?”

He opens his laptop, and you find yourself staring at a Google Slides document with the apt title ‘BabyDoll246 - rebranding prospects for financial gain.’ In tiny font at the bottom, there’s a ‘by Choi Seungcheol’ note, and you find yourself laughing.

“You can’t be serious,” you tell him.

“Deadly serious,” he warns you. “Now, if I could have five minutes of your uninterrupted time, I can present this for you.” 

You sigh. “Okay, I’m listening.”

“I wanted to start my presentation today by discussing my qualifications,” Seungcheol announces - as if this is some sort of job interview - as he clicks the next slide. “Although I should be maintaining client and marketing manager anonymity, I need you to know that I’m the mastermind behind streamer No Face’s success on OnlyFans. I helped guide him into the world of adult content by keeping his brand simple and focused, which is what I can help you with too.”

He hits the next slide, but pauses momentarily.

“I also want you to know that I think it would be a lot easier for you to get big on OnlyFans because more men watch that kind of shit than women do.”

“Do you have the statistics on that?” you tease.

“In a recent study, OnlyFans estimated that seventy-nine percent of their monthly traffic came from male users, as opposed to twenty-one percent for female users.”

“Oh, you actually had the stats.” You blink at him in shock.

“I’m a business major, I come prepared,” he reminds you. “Anyways, there are a few avenues for growth when it comes to you. First, we need to get your brand narrowed down. I’ve noticed you switch a lot between masks and wigs and lighting, there’s no set mood or colour, which makes it hard for repeat watchers to realize it’s you and not one of the many other anonymous camgirls.”

You consider his words.

“So… you mean like No Face has his whole blue thing, and one mask, and that’s it- you always know it’s him,” you clarify.

“Exactly, you need to find your brand, and stick to it. You can mess around with outfits, but one mask, one wig or wig colour, and one lighting set up.”

“That could work,” you admit.

“I also think it would be interesting for you to have a…” he hits the next slide, which just says, “Camera man.” 

You laugh, but then you realize he’s being serious. “Cheol, this is camgirl stuff, it’s not real porn with a real director-”

“But a lot of male audiences like the whole ‘pov’ style of thing, and also, as a man… if I were your camera man, I could help direct you with things your audience would want to see.”

“Oh, so you’re my cameraman now?” you chuckle.

“I think it would help your platform. Not always camera man videos, but sometimes… I’ve also found it helps some cam performers to have a partner behind the camera, someone to talk to, to make the dirty talk more real.”

“Like Wonwoo and his girlfriend?”

“Wonwoo?” Seungcheol’s skin turns pink. “I never mentioned Wonwoo- Wonwoo’s not No Face-”

“Cheol, you don’t have to hide that Wonwoo is No Face, I’m pretty sure everyone knows.” You release a breath and look back down at his PowerPoint. “If I’m being honest, these aren’t the worst ideas in the world.” 

“Then think about it,” Seungcheol says. “You don’t have to agree to anything right now, but just… think about it.” 

Four:

You’ve taken some of Seungcheol’s suggestions to heart. Getting ready with a pink wig, a pink purge mask and pink lighting, you can’t help but think you might be ripping off No Face- but to be fair, Seungcheol had helped Wonwoo’s marketing, so you’re not stealing anyone’s ideas of Seungcheol’s the one who told you to do this.

If this whole thing works, then it works. You know Wonwoo’s not about to sue you for ‘copyright of camming aesthetics’ or something stupid, so you take a breath and turn the camera on, inspecting yourself on the screen. 

One of the good things about the mask is that you can just stare at yourself. There’s no awkward eye contact since no one can see your eyes… however, the mask and wig do get stuffy. 

Pushing the uncomfortable sensation aside, you relax against your bed.

You’ve worn a pink babydoll-style lingerie set, and when you spread your thighs, it shows off your crotchless panties.

“I’m so wet already,” you murmur, playing it up for the camera. In the back of your mind, you consider what you’d be saying if Seungcheol were with you right now, so you draw on that for inspiration. 

“I’ve been wanting you inside me,” you groan, reaching down to rub your clit. “Want to feel your tongue again, want to feel your thick fingers and your massive cock.”

You can see donations coming in, and you realize Seungcheol was onto something with upping your dirty talk game by being in the moment.

“My little fingers just aren’t enough,” you continue, pushing one inside of yourself. “Maybe I should add another.”

You continue teasing yourself and dirty-talking to the camera until you have enough donations, and then you reach for your vibrator. 

Thinking about Seungcheol is making you wetter than than ever before, and as you bring the toy to your clit, you know you’re not going to last long tonight.

You throw your head back, deciding to moan and whimper instead of dirty-talking further. You imagine it’s Seungcheol holding this toy to your clit- and thinking about that brings back the memory of him eating you out, which only makes you more turned on.

God, his tongue had felt so good that night- 

You’d gripped his hair, riding his face for the third orgasm, your chest heaving, heart racing, skin clammy from exhaustion. 

You get lost in the memory, the tension building in the pit of your stomach. Soon, you’re falling over the edge, your pussy clamping down on nothing while desperately aching for Seungcheol to be filling you up-

You ride out your orgasm, waves of pleasure surging through you with each wiggle of your hips.

Seungcheol’s voice swirls through your head, and as the show comes to an end, you realize you want to take him up on his offer.

Five:

It’s been all of ten minutes since you turned off your cam show, your wig is off, and you’re resting in bed just trying to collect yourself, when there’s a knock at your door.

“Uh… busy?!” you call, thinking it’s a sorority sister.

“It’s me.”

Seungcheol’s voice makes you sit up abruptly. “One second!”

You wrap a robe around your body, nearly falling on your face in an effort to hop off the bed. You unlock your door, opening it to find the business major standing there.

He looks disheveled, frantic even, and he immediately pushes into your room.

“You took my advice,” he says.

“Hmm?”

“I just watched your stream. All pink monochrome colours and aesthetics- of course you’d choose pink, fuck you look so good in pink.” Seungcheol is practically pacing in front of you, and you wrap your rope tighter around your naked body.

“Are you alright?” you ask.

“I got too caught up in drinking and business last time, I should have fucked you, but I didn’t, and you have no idea how much I’ve been regretting that.” 

You realize he’s still hung up on the night of the frat party, and you also realize maybe Seungcheol’s been thinking about you as much as you’ve been thinking about him. 

“I’m not used to this,” Seungcheol admits, taking a seat on your bed and running his hand through his hair. “I’m a business major, I’m supposed to keep a level head, but fuck- I found out  you were BabyDoll246 and I think it just made me feral.”

“You’re cute when you’re a fanboy,” you tease, sitting next to him.

Seungcheol groans, but he accepts it when you open your arms for him, and he cuddles close to your chest, breathing in heavily. You stroke his hair, giving him space to speak.

“I want you,” he says finally. “I want you so fucking bad. I offered the cameraman thing to be close to you, and I’ll still do that for you, I’ll help you with your brand, but- even before I knew you were BabyDoll246, I’ve been into you for months.”

“So why did you never make a move?”

“I’ve got a porn addiction,” he admits. “Well… maybe not an addiction. I’m pretty ingrained in the OnlyFans industry, not personally, but… I’m involved, and I know that can be rough on partnerships in this day and age-”

“So this situation is kind of perfect, huh?” you grin. “Can’t microcheat on me by watching porn if I’m the one you always want to watch.”

Seungcheol chuckles. “Guess that’s true.”

“What if you only like me because I’m BabyDoll246?” you joke.

“Fuck,” Seungcheol shakes his head and lets out a sigh. “I’m going to simp for you so hard.”

“I think you already are,” you grin. “Making me cum three times on your tongue, not even fucking me yourself- how were the blue balls after that party?”

“So bad.”

“And how are they right now after watching my show?”

“Maybe you should take my pants off and see for yourself,” Seungcheol teases.

You stare at him for a moment, and then you sink to your knees next to the bed. You push open his thighs, hands reaching for his button and zipper.

“Shit,” Seungcheol cusses, letting out a shaky breath as you begin to tug his pants down. 

“Didn’t think I’d actually do it, did you?” you grin.

“I guess not,” he chuckles, swallowing thickly. “Are you sure about this?”

“I am, are you?”

Seungcheol nods. “Yeah, but uh… no pressure.”

Now it’s your turn to laugh, and you pause to look up at him. “Seungcheol, you made me cum three times with your mouth, I think you deserve this in return.”

“I don’t uh… keep track like that,” he says shyly.

“Then don’t keep track. Sit back, relax, and let me do this.”

Seungcheol nods, watching you carefully as you hook your fingers in his underwear, tearing them down his legs.

God, he’s so thick. His shoulders are broad, his thighs are juicy, and his cock looks like something out of a fever dream, all hard and big-

He might have the biggest cock you’ve ever seen, and when you wrap your hand around the base, you realize you’re already practically drooling.

“Try not to choke,” Seungcheol says, and you flash a glare up at him.

“For someone who seems shy at points, you’re actually pretty cocky aren’t you?” 

“I mean…” he bites his lip, “I think I’ve got a lot to work with.”

You have no response to that, because it’s true. You simply shake your head, taking a breath before leaning forward.

You start by licking at his tip, teasing it while he groans above you. You like his sounds, and they prompt you to take more of him into your mouth. You continue to suckle on him, paying attention to the sensitive mushroom head.

Men always want more, they always want to see how much you can fit inside your mouth- so to start like this, well, it will tease Seungcheol and make him even more eager for you than he already is. 

His hand finds your hair, and he strokes you as you suck on him.

“Feels good,” he groans, shifting a little so he can lean back, his other hand now pressed against your mattress.

You moan a sound of affirmation, sinking down on him further.

“Fuck,” Seungcheol breathes. “You’re so good at this.”

You’re a glutton for praise, and you do your best to hollow your cheeks, moving up and down on his length.

When it comes to sexual activities, blow jobs aren’t usually at the top of your preference list, but there’s something about pleasuring this man- about hearing him come undone for you.

He’s this big, strong, business major and frat president- but right now, he’s putty in your hands… and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t feeling extremely powerful from this. 

You’re practically slurping on him now, your mouth starting to make obscene sounds from the effort, and Seungcheol echoes the noises with groans and grunts of his own.

“Fuck, baby, I don’t want to cum from this.”

You pull off of him. “Then don’t cum?”

He lets out a shocked laugh. “It’s not that easy.”

“No?” You trail your tongue from his base to his tip. “Can’t control yourself?”

Seungcheol meets your gaze, and you see something harden in his eyes.

“No, I can’t.”

He grabs you suddenly, lifting you off the ground and tossing you onto the bed.

Then Seungcheol stands up, tearing off his shirt so he’s now naked for you. God, he’s so gorgeous- he’s all big and muscled and-

Seungcheol reaches down, opening your robe with one motion, and just like that, you’re both naked.

“Condoms?” Seungcheol asks.

“I’m protected, as long as you’re not some STI-riddled frat boy.”

“I’m clean,” he laughs.

“Me too.”

“So… you’re okay with this?”

“Stop talking and fuck me,” you whine, opening your thighs to expose yourself to him.

You’re wet already, and it’s not just from the orgasms you’d had on cam half an hour ago. No, you’re more turned on than you ever have been before, your pussy already practically aching for something- anything, to lessen the feeling of complete emptiness.

Seungcheol joins you on the bed, and your thighs wrap around his hips.

He presses his lips to yours eagerly, your tongues immediately clashing in a passionate dance.

Your hands grab his strong shoulders, and you love the feeling of your chests pressed together like this. Seungcheol moans, rutting his hips so he can grind down against your wet core.

The sensation of his hard cock teasing your clit has you whimpering, and the kiss deepens.

You’re eager for him, but just as you’d played around by making him wait when you sucked him off, it seems Seungcheol is intent on making you be patient as well.

God, each grind of his hips has your core tensing, your clit nearly throbbing with need.

“Seungcheol,” you whimper, breaking the kiss so you can gasp at the feeling. “Please-” 

His lips move down to your throat, and he teases your sweet spot there, making you moan even louder.

“Please!” you say again, with more force.

This time, Seungcheol does as you ask, his hand slipping between your bodies to grab the base of his cock. He lines himself up with your core, slowly sinking into you inch by inch.

You gasp at the stretch, loving the feeling of his big cock as it splits you open.

“Fuck,” Seungcheol groans. “So fucking tight.”

You can’t say anything in response, you can only writhe against your bed, your core finally appeased. The sensation of his thick length working every inch of your inner walls- it has you feeling dizzy already, and when he begins to thrust, your mind goes practically blank except for the pleasure that washes over you.

Seungcheol adjusts your thigh, spreading you open so he can sink even deeper. He hits every spot perfectly, and you feel feral as you lay there, taking everything he can give while moaning like a whore in heat.

“You look so good like this,” Seungcheol tells you, panting from the effort. “Could fuck you for hours.”

“Cheol- I’m sensitive!” you warn him.

“Came a few times on cam, but you can still take more, right?” He lets out a small laugh. “What would be the point if you can’t take more?”

“I can cum,” you tell him, nodding enthusiastically. “Just- don’t break me.”

“In one of your shows, you came five times, I think that’s your limit. You just came three times on your show tonight, so I think that gives me two to work with.” 

Your muscles clench at the idea of cumming two more times tonight, but you’re not about to argue with him, so instead you just whimper, “Please.” 

“Anything for you, baby.”

Seungcheol pulls out of you suddenly, and you look at him in confusion, only for his lips to wrap around your nipple. He gropes your other breast, and you can’t help but moan, tangling your fingers in his hair desperately. 

He gives your chest the attention it deserves, and then his mouth continues its descent.

Seungcheol is lying on the bed now, his hands adjusting your thighs so they’re braced over his shoulders. 

“Been thinking about eating this pussy every fucking day,” he tells you. 

“Me too,” you admit.

“Yeah? Bet you were thinking about it during your show earlier.”

“I was,” you whimper, wiggling against the bed, your clit stimulated from his breath alone.

“Guess I shouldn’t make you wait.”

Seungcheol dives in, not holding anything back as he pushes his tongue into your core, rubbing his nose against your clit at the same time.

Your thighs are already beginning to shake, and you grab at the bedding, trying to keep yourself anchored while your muscles begin to tense.

Neither of you needs to say anything else. It’s clear Seungcheol has a goal in mind, and he’s quickly approaching the finish line. There’s something so sexy about a man who’s messy while eating you out, a man who clearly enjoys himself and doesn’t hold anything back.

“Shit,” you whimper, feeling the build up as it begins to tingle through you.

Seungcheol groans against your core, turning his attention to your clit. At the same time he shifts so he can push two fingers into your wet pussy, crooking them so he can stimulate your g-spot.

“Just like that!” you cry out. “Don’t stop!”

Seungcheol has no intentions of stopping, and he works you all the way to your high. 

“Cumming!” you announce, core clamping down on his fingers as intense throbbing errupts through you. 

You know enough about Seungcheol from the last three times he made you cum with his mouth to know he’s not the type of man who stops the moment you orgasm. No, he’s the type to work you through it, to eat you out with even more vigour until your legs are shaking, your heart is racing, and you’re physically pushing him away.

You’re still sensitive from cumming on cam, so it takes very little for you to reach the point of being overstimulated.

One push to his head makes Seungcheol pull away, and he looks up at you.

You’re both breathing heavily, and you watch him lick his lips, his pupils blown as he stares at you.

“That was one of two,” he warns you, and you would find it comical that he’s keeping track like this if you weren’t so overwhelmed from that orgasm.

You open your arms, a wordless urging for him to join you again.

But Seungcheol doesn’t comply, instead, he moves to sit next to you, his back against your headboard.

“Come here,” he says softly, helping you up. You straddle him, and he guides you down onto his cock, which fills your still aching core deliciously.

You both groan from the sensation, and you simply cockwarm him while you get your bearings.

He begins to kiss you, soft kisses that tease your skin.

One of his hands begins to massage your breast, and you let out a sigh of pleasure, throwing your head back.

You grab at his shoulders to anchor yourself, beginning to circle your hips so you can feel how deep he is inside of you.

Seungcheol wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer, his lips now moving to your throat.

“You look so good like this,” he tells you, and your core throbs from his words. 

You take a breath, steadying yourself so you can begin to move.

Bouncing is effort, and you know you’re not going nearly as fast as Seuncgheol can go when it comes to fucking, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He lavishes on you, kissing your body, groping your breasts, all the while moaning, which turns you on even more. 

Soon, he’s grabbing your hips, helping you bounce on him. You love how fucking strong he is, the way his biceps bulge with effort.

There’s something so slow and sensual about this, for you to be on top but still controlled by him. It feels amazing, and you feel very close to Seungcheol. There’s no rush; it’s simply an enjoyment of each other, and it allows you to lose yourself in the feeling.

However, soon, you can’t help yourself.

Your hand reaches for your clit, and your entire pussy clenches around Seungcheol as you begin to rub your sensitive bud.

“Fuck,” Seungcheol groans, moving you faster on his cock.

“Want you to cum with me,” you whimper, eyes closed as you focus entirely on the feeling beginning to build inside of you again.

“Let me know when you’re close,” he tells you, continuing to bounce you on his cock. 

You give yourself grace to enjoy the build-up, there’s no pressure or time constraints, and soon, you’re nodding. “Okay, I’m almost there.” 

Seungcheol nods, and with one motion, he flips you onto your back so you’re in missionary again. Now he has full control, and Seungcheol begins to fuck you fast and hard. It’s a contrast to the slow way you’d been moving on top of him, and the new change of pace feels amazing.

You rub your clit even harder, your eyes clenching shut as you get closer and closer to the edge-

“Cheol!” you whimper.

“I’m almost there, too,” he tells you, panting against your throat.

“Fuck, fuck-” Your entire body tenses, and then you fall over the edge. Your pussy clamps down on Seungcheol like a vice and he groans deeply, signalling his own release as he fucks you through your shared high.

You’re both gasping, panting, and clutching each other desperately, with Seungcheol all but burying his face against your throat. You thread your fingers through his hair, holding him close as his motions start to slow.

The pleasure is surging through you, all the more amplified by the sensation of closeness with Seungcheol.

Soon, he comes to a stop, and you hold him tight, both of you just trying to catch your breath.

You feel Seungcheol swallow, and he pulls away from your neck, looking down at you. “That was amazing.”

“It was,” you agree, teasing your thumb across his cheekbone. “So… you’re my new cameraman.”

He chuckles. “Going to be hard to watch you do any solo things.”

“You’ll just fuck me right after, like this,” you say simply.

“Fuck, what a life.”

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Heyyy, I’m feeling very filthy and maybe disturb by asking that but I need Bucky trying a cock ring for the first time 😭😭

Love your work!!

New and Interesting » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: You talk Bucky into trying out a cock ring for the first time.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, cock ring, handjob, unprotected sex, riding, praise kink, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the filthy request, nonnie🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star / divider made by me

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

“C’mon, baby. It’ll be fun.” You say.

“I said no.” Bucky says.

You’re trying to convince Bucky to try something new and interesting in the bedroom. New and interesting as in a cock ring. Bucky isn’t a fan of sex toys, which is why you’re trying to convince him to try out a cock ring.

“Cock rings are supposed to make you feel good.” You say.

“All I need is you to make me feel good, doll face.” He says, rubbing his hands on the tops of your thighs.

“Baby, please!” You pleaded in a whiny voice.

“No matter how much you whine and beg for me to try that stupid little toy, I’m not doing it.” He says.

You huffed and pouted. The pout quickly turned into a grin when an idea popped into your head.

“Will you try out the cock ring if you fuck me with it on?” You asked in a sultry voice.

That idea intrigued Bucky. He thinks it could be interesting.

“Ok, fine. Get the stupid toy.” Bucky caves in.

You squealed in excitement and kissed him. You grabbed the cock ring and got back on the bed.

“Take your clothes off, pretty boy.” You say seductively.

Bucky strips off his clothes, dropping them on the floor.

“I think this would be more fun if you told your clothes off, babydoll.” Bucky says, toying with the strap of your tank top.

You giggled softly before stripping out of your clothes. Then you wrapped your hands around his cock, stroking it for a moment before putting the cock ring around his cock.

“How does this thing work?” Bucky curiously asks, looking at the cock ring.

“You’re about to find out, baby boy.” You grin, showing him the little remote that came with the cock ring.

You turned it on the lowest setting to test the waters with it. Bucky’s hips jolted a bit when it started vibrating against his cock.

“This is- fuck… this is interesting.” Bucky moans.

“I told you.” You kissed his lips softly. “Now, relax and enjoy it.” You say seductively.

You turned it up to the next setting.

“Holy shit!” Bucky moans, the setting catching him off guard.

You bite your bottom lip and wrapped your hand around his cock, stroking it in your hand. You gave him a kiss on his bearded cheek before marking up his neck. Bucky’s hand grabbed ahold of your thigh, giving it a squeeze.

“How high- fuck… how high does this thing go?” He curiously asks.

“Wanna find out?” You asked.

Bucky nods and moans. You turned the cock ring up to the highest setting, which definitely caught Bucky off guard. You moved your hand faster on his cock.

“Oh my god…” He moans.

“You like that, baby boy?” You asked.

“Mhmm, yea. Fuck…” He moans.

Bucky’s head fell back against the headboard. He thrusted his hips upward, fucking your hand.

“I need- I want-” Bucky couldn’t form the words to tell you what he needs or wants due to the pleasure he’s receiving from the cock ring and you.

“What, baby? What do you need or want?” You asked softly in his ear.

“You riding my cock.” He finally says.

You grinned and stopped stroking his cock. You got on top of him, straddling him. You lowered yourself onto his cock. Both of you let out a moan of relief. Your hips jolted against him when you felt the cock ring vibrating against your clit. You moved yourself against him, getting used to the cock ring vibrating against your clit.

“Are you going to bounce on my cock or what, doll face?” Bucky asks.

You leaned down and gave Bucky a filthy kiss. Then you placed your hands on his chest and began moving yourself up and down on his cock, the cock ring buzzing against your clit each time you went down.

“This feels so good! Oh my god!” You moaned.

“Yea, you like that, don’t you, doll?” Bucky says.

You hummed and nodded. Bucky’s hands found their place on your hips. He held your hips as you rode him.

“Look at you. Enjoying the toy that you bought for me.” He says gruffly. “Looks like both of us can benefit from this little toy at the same time.” He says.

“Yes!” You moaned, agreeing with him.

Bucky’s hands moved to your ass cheeks, giving them a squeeze. Then he lifted you upward and slammed you down onto his cock.

“Oh my god! Bucky!” You moaned loudly.

“Yea, that’s right, doll face. Moan my name. Let the neighbors know who’s making you feel good.” He says gruffly.

The cock ring was supposed to be making Bucky feel good, but it’s also making you feel good. You and Bucky don’t know why either of you didn’t think of this before.

“Fuck…” Bucky moans, tilting his head back against the headboard. “I’m not going to last much longer.” He moans again.

You bite your bottom lip and leaned in towards his ear.

“Cum for me, pretty boy. I know you want to cum in my pussy.” You say softly and seductively in his ear.

That was enough for Bucky to blow his load inside of you. A white ring of his cum formed around his cock just above the cock ring. Bucky’s hands remained on your ass cheeks. He then planted his feet on the mattress and began fucking up into you.

“Bucky! Oh god, yes! James!” You moaned loudly.

From the force of Bucky’s thrusts, you grabbed onto the headboard. Now, your breasts are basically in his face, but Bucky isn’t complaining. Right now, he’s on cloud nine and so are you. Bucky’s mouth latched onto your nipple. He sucked on it and lightly bit down on it.

“Oh fuck! Keep doing that!” You moaned, putting one of your hands on the back of his head.

Bucky continues marking up your breasts. Then your orgasm was building up quickly, due to Bucky fucking up into you and the cock ring buzzing against your clit.

“I’m going to cum!” You moaned.

“Cum for me, gorgeous. Make a fucking mess on my cock.” Bucky says against your chest.

Bucky stopped fucking up into you. He held you against him so the cock ring was vibrating against your clit. Then you finally came, soaking his cock and the cock ring. Bucky grabbed the little remote to the cock ring and turned it off. He lifted you off of his cock and laid you down on the bed next to him. His cum was dripping out of your pussy. Bucky took the cock ring off his cock and dropped it on the bed, along with the little remote to it. You two stared up at the ceiling with grins on your faces while panting.

“What else is in that bag?” Bucky curiously asks. “Don’t say that there isn’t anything else in that bag cause I know there’s something else in the bag.” He says.

“I may have bought something for me when you’re on missions and work trips.” You say, bitting your bottom lip.

“Get it.” He orders. “Since you used this little toy on me. I get to use whatever little toy on you. Just know, you’re in for a long afternoon, doll face.” He says.

-Bucky’s Doll

[emacrow]

Danny glared at Scarecrow man from the corner of his play table in the living room pt 3 by emacrow/creator

Stabbing his orange colored playdoh shaped scarecrow with his plastic fork as he stared hard at the sweating bullet Johnathan Crane, who was sitting in the dark purple couch with Lilith making drinks in the kitchen behind.

He could feel the dark energy radicating off this little toddler with the glowing eyes, teeth looking a bit too sharp as the kid stabbed the playdoh repeatedly.

"My mommy." Growled the possibility of a long lost distant related demon brat Robin.

Meeting the demonic toddler once more after 2 months after the wedding with his legs barely able to walk like a goddamm baby lamb toward the kitchen while Lilith looking more refreshed, moving easily the he was.

"You leave like the rest of them after I'm through with you, in the dirt."

That child is a dangerous little monster under an angelic face that can trick Lilith with how this kid attempted to have him killed on multiple occasions.

"She not your mommy."

Don't even get him started on the forever frozen icicles in the shower that almost killed him, fucking tiny plastic sword trap the kid's closet that was sharpen to almost stabbed him in the gut when he opened it to put away the brat's toys or the fake tantrum to scream so loud that his eardrums nearly went deaf.

"You don't deserve mummy."

Kid had a vendetta over him, just even being 3 feet close to Lilith without him death glaring him like a vengeful spirit.

The staring contest only lasted for a few seconds when Lilith came out of the kitchen with her favorite medieval mug of tea, a cup full of coffee with three drops of honey for him, and planet designed sippy cup full of hot chocolate and side of marshmallows for Danny.

That brat's evil face suddenly switched like a god damn switch, eyes sparkling with that gaping tooth smile staring at Lilith like she brought the moon itself to him, kissing her cheek with a soft giggle.

"Thank you, mummy." He said, sipping his sippy cup, his little feet swinging back and forth.

Lilith doesn't realize she was fooled by that demon in disguised.

Well, at least he got one thing on his side, which was the dark massive horse that lived in the backyard of Lilith home in the stable house. Nightmare was her name, and she was obsessed with him and scarecrow masks, probably due to the fear toxin residue.

Lilith had a stern talking to that stalker horse after he almost freaked out, seeing that horse somehow in his part of the closet trying to steak his ninth spare scarecrow outfit again to hoard in the stable right when he tried to get ready for the meeting, dragging Jonathan back to Lilith's house by his jacket.

He has evil plans to do goddammit!

Previous pt 2 link here<-

[hobies-princealbert]

pornstar! hobie brown x pornstar! reader | (obviously nsfw)

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☆ pornstar! hobie brown whose name you've heard floating around your feed since your first appearance. The one who you've been dying to get in touch with, but feared that your small following wouldn't interest him, like some of the others you've asked.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown, a veteran in the game, and by what you've heard is one of the best fucks some of the most seasoned creators have ever had.

☆ yeah, that same pornstar! hobie brown that just messaged you asking if you were down to collaborate with him one day.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who had you screaming into your sheets and kicking your feet cause not only does he knows you exist, he wants to collab!

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who you immediately said yes to.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown and you then stayed up all night discussing the location, time, equipment, condoms, toys etc. you know the good stuff. he was surprisingly thorough, most people you've collaborate with just wanted to make sure you were clean and had a good camera.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who when he showed up in the lobby of the hotel he booked, took your breath away. the man was ridiculously gorgeous. not to mention thay voice. god, fuck me sideways he's hot asf.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown took the initiative to started up some small talk as you made your way to the room. he could tell you were nervous, since you were much more talkative on the phone. and he could hear the excitement in your voice. but now you couldn't even look him in the eye. guess he's gonna have to do his best to ease your nerves.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown offered to do most of the heavy lifting like the setting up the cameras, lights, sanitizing the sheets, just whatever prep was needed. all he wanted from you was to get relaxed and ready.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who started you off with a slow heated makeout session. he was a damn good kisser, and his lip piercing made the experience even better. he told you to guide his hands to wherever you wanted them. his hands were much bigger than yours, but still his palms were soft and warm to the touch.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who's breath hitched once you directed one of his hands to cup your clothed cunt. you both stared at each other, both afraid to make any sudden moves.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown did his best to ensured you times that ""jus' say the word love, and all this stops. i won' be disappointed ok?" even though he said it with a half hearted tone, his gaze in his eyes was serious. the last thing he wanted was for you to force yourself.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who was doing his best to ignore the mind numbing throb in his pants, as he waited on your response. you then moved his hand pass the waistband of your panties, so he could put his finger in between your folds. once he did, his eyes grew slightly wide. you were soaked.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who you had to now ensure you were ready. "trust me I want this as much as you do, i promise i do". and with the simplest nod, he went to work.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown, that you found out was a real pussy drunk, had used his tongue to push pass your folds and was now tongue deep in your cunt. his hands pressed your hips further into his face anytime you even squirmed in the slightest. its not like you could help it. he sent the first few minutes searching your inner walls for the spot that made you cry out the loudest. and once he did it was hell to get him off it.

☆ the man, pornstar! hobie brown, was a messy ass eater. you could hear as he suckled hard on your clit. how whenever needed a break would just run his pressed tongue along your slit. and how he would groan whenever your walls tried to push out his tongue whenever you reached your peak.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who reminded you to breathe as you struggled to ease in his length. he knew it would probably be a tight fit, that's why he made sure to coat your cunt with slick and spit before he tried. "don' worry jus' breathe love. shhh i know, but imma need you to relax for me. no it will fit, jus' stay with me now".

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who loved to give you face a light tap whenever your eyes would roll back or you mumbled to him when he asked you a question. he would most definitely grab your chin if he caught you staring at the camera instead of him. he knows it's for the optics, but hell he's the one fucking you dumb, so eyes on him. "don' focus on them. 'm right 'ere love. set thos' pretty eyes on me. trust me please baby. just you and me"

☆ pornstar! hobie brown that loves to run his fucking mouth. you almost told him to shut up, especially since he realized how your walls would pulse around him whenever he so much as let out a groan. what can he say, if he sees an opportunity to make you cum, he'll do whatever it takes.

☆ speaking of cum, pornstar! hobie brown who tell you to open your legs wider so the camera can get a good shot of the mess your cunt made of your inner thighs and his dick. "let 'em see baby, aw look at that. oh i kno' they gonna be so proud of you, but probably not as proud as me. good girl, lemme clean you off." yes he gave you a tongue bath.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who just by fucking you to the edge in some random hotel room, helped you blow up practically overnight. don't be surprised if he hits you up for a part 2. (he would even if there was no camera)

[pricegotmedickmatized]

Hi! New to your page but very much enjoying your writing!

I seen requests were open and had a thought about a prompt and while my immediate thought was Johnny for this prompt, any and all of the 141 are welcome, but them having a big crush on the girl that works in their favorite sex shop? (Johnny was the first thought because well toys...)

Anyways thanks for reading the idea even if it doesn't spark anything, I appreciate your time ☺️

nonny you are the SWEETEST omg and HELLO??!?! johnny with a SEX SHOP WORKER??? that's so good oh my god i love it lets dive in

johnny is admittedly a horn dog. he likes to fuck! what's wrong with that? it's him and doechii on a soapbox together declaring how much they like sex and he's chill with that reality. part of liking sex is liking sex with himself. just because he's masturbating doesn't mean it can't be fulfilling, or fun, or toe curlingly good. he goes to efforts to make it good, unlike some others he could name who half ass watching porn or who jerk the chicken in the showers like they're on a time limit. no. johnny likes to indulge himself.

and indulgence means toys. lots of them. enter his favorite sex shop. it's a small business sort of place, which he prefers over the massive corporate controlled spaces crowding out the sex industry with their clinical and minimalistic feel. nah, no thanks. he prefers places like this. its his favorite shop not just because of the wide selection, clean space (without being medical or clinical in The Wrong Way), and wide range of operating hours. nah, his favorite shop is his favorite almost entirely because of the staff, or really just the one.

he likes being able to go in and actually have a chat with the girl behind the counter and her perky tits bouncing free behind her shirt, how he can see the tiniest nubs on either side of her nipples that hint at piercings there. how she laughs and playfully smacks him every time he asks her (seriously, fuck, he's so serious about this) if he can have her demonstrate a toy for him. preferably naked. he likes how her eyes linger on him when he's handling the display models, testing how the sexdolls 'realistic' flesh bounces when he smacks it, how the clear fleshlights look taking his fingers, how she squirms and chews on her mouth and blushes a storm when he asks her to tell him her favorites, and then immediately purchases them.

but it's gotten to the point now that his self care time doesn't just include audio porn from his usual favorite creators. it's recommendations from his girl at the shop, and imagining that it's her pussy wrapped tight around his cock as he fucks the fleshlight she suggested with the lube he tasted off her finger has him coming fast and hard every time. but it never quells the ache in his gut, even when he's gone four rounds with himself in a single night and even the thought of touching his dick again makes him want to cry. no. he needs something deeper. something more. needs his girl from the shop to finally take him up on his offers and let him use his collection on her to have her cum harder than she ever has in her life.

maybe after that they could even do something really crazy like date and eventually get married. who knows?

[angelsluva]

"i think i like u"

hamzahthefantastic x influencerreader! ⚠: none! wrd count: 1.4k

📝: In where 'influencerreader!' moves to the busy, chilly, Toronto, Canada and eventually meets Hamzah as they both find each other falling for one another and constantly flirting eventually becoming a thing.

part 1 | navi

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yourusername:

: finally got out of fucking Cali 3 months ago…Toronto pls be good to me.

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user23: gorgeous girl ever!

user45: cutie

user7: I just know that girl got a whole band in her hand disguised as naked babies 😭 ↳ yourusername: LMFAOOOO my pockets are CRYINGGGG

mandys_iphone: Sonny angel hunting!!! ↳ thatmartinkid: say thank you for the money daddy🥺😇🍆 ↳ user6969: OMG MANDY AND Y/N KNOW EACHOTHER WHATYTT!?!??!

quenblackwell: Girl pls come back to cali imy 💔 ↳ yourusername: stop I'll fly you out mama </3

hamzahthefantastic: hey ↳ quenblackwell: out.

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You recently moved to Toronto, Canada all by yourself. Surprisingly. You made this huge decision after being so overwhelmed with your hometown a.k.a Los Angeles, California. You felt sort of suffocated in a way due to you being a influencer and a micro-model. Paparazzi and drama, those two words sent shivers down your spine. Also due to the fact you were a small content creator filming grwm's and your hobby in collecting trinkets - a small YouTube channel by the name of : @ mandys_iphone , reached out to you.

Now, you were walking in the cloudy, busy, downtown Toronto with Mandy. The two of you barely met two months ago but the two of you were hip-to-hip since you guys had the same interests and humor. You barely had just moved so you haven't really seen the hidden gems of the city so Mandy decided to have a catch-up with you. "Okay this is my favorite spot like ever. Me and my boyfriend always come get breakfast here when were too lazy to cook." She pointed to a building that you can already smell the coffee beans blocks away. "Oh my god I just realized you never met Martin and our friends that well huh? You need to met them, you'll love them!" she smiled, "I dunno', still testing the waters trying to socialize.." you gave Mandy a worried like smile as she scoffed "Well this is a perfect way to socialize! Trust me, you'll all get together just fine. Nothing to worry about!" she slightly shook your arm as you couldn't say no to her. "Fineee, but you better not ditch me for Martin!" you swung open the café door letting her in as you were slapped with the smell of coffee.

You both sat down at a table outside the café trying to get used to the chilly, dry, Toronto weather. Nothing you were used to back in sunny Los Angeles. "Okay so Martin and Hamzah, they both have had this YouTube channel since 2023 called 'Slushynoobz' and they basically just post vlogs, gaming, mukbangs and other shit like that." she said sipping her coffee as you almost spat your drink from your mouth, " 'Slushy noobs' ? I'm sorry I can already tell they're sense of humor from that name" you giggled as she did as well, "Trust me, they are the loudest people on earth." she rolled her eyes sarcastically.

You both decided to look for the nearest toy collection store trying to get your hands on some trinkets. You walked through the towering buildings of Toronto absolutely admired. It was as busy as Cali but negative degrees. You and Mandy spent definitely more than you two implied to, you walked into your car and unboxed them all filming for her YouTube channel.

"welp that was fun" Mandy looked at you and at the wrappers thrown all over your car as the both of you died of laughter due to the silence of the car. She ended the recording and helped you clean your car.

"You better show up or I'm beating the shit out of you!" Mandy pointed her finger at you as you laughed, "Yes, I'll show up I promise!" you replied as she shut the car door waving goodbye to you.

After a couple hours of cleaning your apartment and laying your sonny angel's everywhere throughout your house you began to get ready. Re-touching your makeup, straightening your hair, and changing you slipped into light washed loose jeans, a small cropped pink sweater, and a over the shoulder white Chanel purse. You stepped into your car anxiously driving you to Mandy's place. Your palms became sweaty at the thought of people not liking you. You tried shaking this emotion off as you were minutes to arriving. You took a deep breath as you shut your car door behind you walking to Mandy's door step.

Your knuckles hovered right above the door as you re-thought everything all over again. You feeling like this was one of the reason you hated those big influencer parties back in L.A. but since Mandy had reassured you it was no where near that your knuckles lightly hit the door. The door was swung open by Mandy holding her dog 'eddy'. "Y/n!! Ahh come in quick!" she exclaimed as you stepped into her place. She's always been over to yours but this was your first time seeing her home. You loved it. "Please come in, come in! Martin!" she waved her hand towards the couch as you sat on the edge.

You saw Martin for the first time, his hair straight and a quirky look on his face. "Hi!, Martin." he shook your hand pulling you into a side hug, "Hiii!" you smiled receiving his hug as you sat back down "Now Mandy has another person she can go get trinkets now!" he laughed as you nodded, "well this is our pet's; fish, carl, eddy, and Rudy! There all small so they won't bite!" he pointed to the cats and dogs positioned in different places all over the house. You suddenly heard a knock at the door mimicking a song as Martin went to go answer it. It was a tall guy with a 'obama' plastered beanie walking in with grey sweats and a phone sideways recording Martin. Claire then walked in (you already knew her), and lastly a tall curly head with frosted tips walked in catching your eye. You noticed Claire walking up to you reaching for a hug, "Hi y/n, oh my gosh I haven't seen you like in ages dude!" she said rocking you side to side "I know!" you smiled still keeping that curly head in mind.

"Okay well, Y/n this is chase.." Mandy pointed to the camera guy that walked in "Hi, nice to meet you y/n!" he hugged you as you greeted him. "Anddd...this is Hamzah!" You looked up at him as you couldn't help but notice how cute he was. You felt as if you were staring at him since he stepped foot in this house. "Hi, I'm Hamzah nice to meet you" he shook your hand as he pulled you into a hug. He felt himself get a little nervous. He's never been around a pretty girl like you. "Nice to meet you, Hamzah." his name rolled off your tongue satisfyingly. You could get used to him.

You all spent the night making drinks and talking with each other about what they all usually do here in Toronto. After taking sip after sips of different drinks you all felt yourself become tipsy.

You plopped onto the couch as It was just you and that pretty boy Hamzah. You looked over at him as he chuckled, "Hi" you said lowly as he looked at all your unique features. Especially your lips. "One to many drinks?" he questioned as you scoffed, "Quite like that" you shrugged your shoulders nodding. He couldn't stop looking at you, he was almost getting lost in your beauty. "I- um, how long has it been since you moved?" he questioned, "like 3-4 months ago. I couldn't handle all the stress back in cali." you replied. "Really? Me and Martin would love to go to cali!" he sat up intrigued into the small talk. "Yeah it's nice but you need to have like a lot of help, I was kind of navigating on my own." you explained as his eyes were glued to yours.

It was safe to say Hamzah wasn't close to being 100% sober either, "I hope you don't find this weird but your stunning" he admitted as your cheeks grew red. You felt butterflies take over your stomach, "Thanks, Your pretty handsome yourself too Hamzah." You had a sly smile. He folded. He felt like he got pinched with a everlasting blade, he hated it. He hated how easily flustered he got. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that...You know if you have a boyfriend -" "I don't" You cut his sentence off as you played with the ends of your hair looking around the room. "Woah, you? No boyfriend?" he questioned as you bit your lip hiding your face "Unfortunately" you replied. "Woah, a lot of guys with zero taste in women in L.A. huh?" he scoffed laying his hand across the top of the couch, you shyly looked at the opposite direction of his. "I'm serious!" he said. You spent the rest of the night talking with Hamzah until you felt more sober to be able to drive. You couldn't help but tuning him out some times and just staring at him. You caught yourself blushing every minute.

"Y/n right?" Hamzah questioned as you nodded, "that's me" you smiled. "We should hangout more often, mind if I get your instagram?" he handed you his phone. You typed in your Instagram, "Phone number too much?" , "Not at all".

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adri’s note: omg this is my first time writing anything like this, kind of nervous!

[rae-writes]

dirty secret(s)

Levi x cam!reader

wc : 0.7k

warnings : nsfw

synopsis : Levi had a dirty secret. You had an even dirtier one.

a/n : honestly don't know how this thought popped into my head but my gods am I fucking glad it did-

While Levi usually thought of himself as scum of the Devildom at most normal hours of the day, he thought he was even scummier when he locked himself in his room, headphones pressed snugly against his ears, with his sweatpants kicked off to the floor. 

The slick sounds filling his ears were absolutely vile— in the best kind of way. Plastered over his main monitor, lighting up his flushed and sweaty face, was the sight of someone bouncing on a pretty dragon dildo; it’d become his guilty pleasure to get on the site and watch them get off- someone he found by complete accident as he was scrolling online. 

The only thing he knew about them was they never showed their face, they always had a blank black sheet as a background, and they never talked. 

But it didn’t really matter when he was fisting his cock at the pace they were riding their toy, biting down on his tongue harshly to hide his moans when they came, forcing him to paint his abdomen white as he came right after. 

No, it didn’t really matter— especially when it was just Levi’s dirty secret. 

Until it wasn’t. 

You weren’t supposed to swing by his room that day, but you had some time and thought it would be best spent with Levi- only he wasn’t in his room. 

The only active sound that had been in his room was the whirring of his desktop. You only meant to shut it off- you weren’t supposed to see the way the screen lit back up with the sight of someone bent over, faux cum spilling out of their hole. 

You weren’t supposed to find out his dirty secret— but you did. And it became your dirtier secret.

Because the person on the video was you. 

It started off as a joke- just a little bet you lost with Asmo. When your first video got so much attention, you curiously did another, just to see what would happen; the money sent in as tips and donations made you make another video, and then another, and another. 

After a while, you spiffed up your page and made it all pretty and official— it became fun. Alluring. 

And then you found out Levi was watching and it changed everything. Suddenly, there was a particular heat constantly pooling in your stomach that wouldn't go away and your videos became centered around what you thought Levi would like. 

He was none the wiser. 

He didn’t suspect a single thing, not even when his favorite (and only) porn creator began making videos in anime cosplay of his favorite characters or began using tentacle related toys instead or made videos of them trying to not cum while they played his favorite video games. 

It all flew right over Levi’s head— right up until their latest video, posted only a few seconds ago. 

For the first time ever, they weren’t using a black backdrop. It was eye-catching— dark, but with bright leds. The shimmer of what seemed to be water washed over their bare lower half as high-pitched moans left them, hand desperately shoving a new toy in and out of their hole; it was another ‘tentacle’ but it was plain, dark colored, with scales carved in to create ridges for extra friction. 

The more he hyper fixated on them, the more things he started to notice: their toy kind of looked like his tail, the lighting looked exactly like his room’s, and the hoodie they wore…

With a choked moan, Levi’s eyes nearly pop out of his skull as he finally realizes he’s watching you— you in his room with his hoodie on, getting off on a toy that was meant to replicate his tail. 

And as the increase of your moans flowed through his headphones, getting louder and whinier until you were cumming with a choked cry of what could’ve been his name had you been just a little bit louder, Levi was practically sprinting through the halls of the house before slamming open the door to his room. 

And there you were, phone tossed aside on his bed as you laid back on his pillows with your legs spread and shiny with your cum, toy tossed aside to the ground. 

“Was waiting for you to figure it out...wanna feel the real thing, Levi…come play with me?”

[chickenkurage]

"The Author" (Reality Warped AU)

This is the villain.... "Alan"

He's not that scary yet XP...... Anyways, lore!

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Summary/Synopsis:

Imagine sitting at your desk, writing the ending of your own book. When all of the sudden you wake up in a world that you literally made! Goodness this is an author’s wet dream! At least that’s what Alan is supposed to feel, until he remembers what kind of person “Alan” is in his story….

Where Alan Becker, the author of Animation vs Animator and his standalone Animation vs Minecraft (kudos to Mojang) was suddenly sucked in his own book, now he finds himself in place of his self insert character named “Alan”.... He’s supposed to be glad because he’s meeting his own creations (his own characters! Can you believe that?!), until he remembered he’s the “supposed” villain of the story.

Oh well, he can change things up right?

Ugh, right…. He is the villain, and being a villain means it’s hard to gain your character's trust (why did he even write his character as a villain?......a right because he couldn't think of any other villain, so naturally he wrote himself as one.... ugh).

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LORE:

“Alan” in this AU is the villain, the creator of victim, The Chosen One, The Dark Lord and The Second Coming: The Chosen One’s Return. He was the worst out of the worst, he only thought of them as some play toy. Telling them what to do, and such. He was the fucking worst, at least to their point of view…. Actually, scratch that, he was the worst to everyone’s eyes. Even the Color Gang hates Alan (and somehow, they were the “chillest” out of them all). They were so used to Alan treating them like dirt at this point. Then all of the sudden he’s all kind now? What games is he playing?

Alan Becker is just an author, a really well-known author that created Animator vs Animation, originally a story he created as a teen then he tweaked it a little bit when he got older (his writing was atrocious, it clearly needed some work). But nevertheless, he was proud of his work, he even gained a fandom because of it. Met a lot of people too, and friends too! As a child, he always wanted friends on his own computer, always fantasizing how he would be with them and how fun it would be. So naturally he made a story, and that story became a sensation years later. He really should be thankful for his family and friends for giving him a push to actually publish it. After losing his interest in drawing (he clearly was not improving) he decided to just hone his writing skills better, after all a lot had said he was better at writing than drawing. And somehow, he’s glad he actually continued it. So, tell him, why the fuck did he suddenly wake up in his own story?!?! Not only that, but he also has no face?! Oh god he has no face (actually it was his fault for not really going in depth on how “Alan” looks like, now he suffered the consequence of losing his own face).

Now he's stuck as his own self insert character, forced to play a villain role, before deciding, fuck it and fed his characters kindness and love, because for the life of him he cannot act like an asshole; he feels too bad............ Naturally, he also knew how the story would end, and it won't end on a good note. So thankfully, acting kind will MOST PROBABLY change their ending... Hopefully, oh god out of all books he gets sucked into, it's his own book which probably has so many plot holes?! Someone please save him now!!!

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Here is your well-deserved lore everyone! We finally got another Alan who isn't crazy, turned crazy, evil, a terrorist need I say more? - S

[thebaldursmouthgazette]

I think it’s really weird that so many people are interpreting leaving the veil up as “keeping the status quo” and therefore bad.

First of all there are some “status quos” worth keeping. For example, medical personnel washing their hands to avoid infecting their patients is currently the status quo in most of the world. We don’t want to get rid of that, because then more people will die for absolutely no reason. Destruction for the sake of destruction is not a good approach, and just because something is currently the way the world works does not make it bad.

The veil was bad and destructive (to the status quo in fact! But also like, the world in general) when it went up, but that was several thousand years ago. And during those several thousand years, the world adapted to its presence. Mortal society and spirit society both adapted to its presence, and both would be destroyed by it coming down. And to what end? A world that is different, but no better, than it was before. There is no real benefit to the destruction of the modern world, the biggest benefit is that it will ease Solas’ conscience that he has undone something he regrets (and only at the cost of lives he doesn’t consider real or of consequence)

But secondly we aren’t keeping the status quo, we’re destroying it. You are all just focusing on the wrong status quo.

When speaking to Mythals fragment she speaks from the perspective of a god, conversing with foolish mortals who are “a thousand years from knowing the proper words” to describe what Elgar’nan and Ghilan’nain are doing. If you tell her the people of Thedas do not need gods she calls you “a petulant child who complains that your room does not have enough pretty toys” and tells you “you’ve no idea how many monsters lurk outside the walls of the house your parents created to keep you safe”. She says something similar if you deny her godhood as an elf.

Elgar’nan names himself the “world’s creator” and claims that he was trying to restore glory, casting the mortals of Thedas once again as foolish children, incapable of making decisions for themselves, needing him to guide them so they could blossom and thrive.

Solas too, has acted since inquisition like he is far wiser and more knowledgeable than all the mortals he encounters. He does not even truly consider them people. While he does not claim the title of god himself, he certainly holds himself like one, and treats mortals as foolish children all the same. This is reflected in his first ever words to Rook: “you have no idea what you have done” in a disembodied voice, echoing with power around the fade prison. He knows best. All who oppose him just don’t have the capability to understand. They’re just mortals, you see.

Before the final battle Viago declares that “Thedas will be free”. It’s a riff on his “the crows rule Antiva and Treviso will be free” slogan, designed as a direct response to the daily announcement by the occupying antaam in Treviso that "the Antaam will rule Antiva, and Treviso will learn to kneel."

But free of what? What statement of freedom is being made on this day? It is freedom from the “gods”. Freedom from the machinations of people who have put themselves in a position of godhood, and declared that they should govern the world because the mortals are foolish children who do not understand enough to make their own decisions.

The veil never needed to come down. That is something Solas decided was necessary. And he ignored every mortal trying to convince him otherwise because he decided he knew better. These mortals did not need to be listened to. They are tiny children, incapable of understanding his actions and the reasons for them.

With the deaths of Elgar’nan and Ghilan’nain, and the banishment of Solas, Thedas has declared itself to not need gods. The people of Thedas are not foolish children incapable of understanding. They’re not going to calmly place their head on the chopping block, trusting that it’s okay because Solas knows best and sure it looks to them like they’ll all die horribly, but they’re just naive children who do not understand as Solas does. They have said no, we do not need you. We do not want you. We do not think you are our betters. You are not gods, and you are certainly not our gods.

We’ve not maintained the status quo, we’ve demolished it. We’ve gone up to the people claiming godlike superiority and told them to go fuck themselves, they’re no better than us.

But I think some of you aren’t seeing this because you believed Solas when he told you he knew best.

[game-boy-pocket]

Maybe i'm just hanging out around the wrong places where the new Donkey Kong design is being discussed, but Donkey Kong fans sound a lot like what people say Sonic fans sound like right now, and they're being very alarmist about the future of Donkey Kong. I've heard really shitty things being said. Things like "Nintendo is doing this because they hate Rare, they're trying to spite them! They want to erase Rare's Donkey Kong!" and "This is the end of DK as we know it, this art style is prepping him to be swallowed up as a permanent Mario character now. We'll never get a solo DK game again!"

It's nonsense. I understand not liking the new design, but giving him a new design at all can only be seen as a sign that Nintendo has big plans for the franchise in my book.

Let me go over all the evidence to suggest that Donkey Kong is going to become a huge IP in the near future, and not merely a bit player in the Mario spinoffs.

Donkey Kong had a huge presence in the Mario movie, there was more Rare references in the movie than we've seen in a long time, and DK himself was probably more active in the movie than even Luigi. Why would they portray DK the way they did instead of being an escaped zoo animal kidnapping mayor Pauline if their plans for him were to absorb him into the Mario franchise forever? Miyamoto also chose to address the design very directly, which he didn't do for other characters. He had a hand in the design, this is not "Illumination Donkey Kong" this is Donkey Kong, as updated by his own creator. So you might as well divorce this design from Seth Rogan in your brain, it's still gonna be the voice of Ganondorf coming out of this ape ( most likely. I still miss Grant Kirkhope peresonally )

Super Mario Odyssey's New Donk City was obviously an homage to Arcade Donkey Kong, except it wasn't JUST an homage to the arcade era. There were more Rare easter eggs than you could shake a stick at, every street sign was named after something from Donkey Kong Country including Animal Buddies Kremlings and Kongs not yet present in the Retro Studios games, you can see the full list [here].

After years of selling Donkey Kong toys and other merchandise with "Super Mario" logos, they stopped doing that a few years back. Now, Donkey Kong merch is using actual Donkey Kong Branding. Again, this is not something they would do if they wanted Donkey Kong to be swallowed up by Mario.

Donkey Kong got it's own lego set, which includes Funky, Dixie, and Cranky, yes they were in tropical freeze, but they wouldn't be using those characters at all in new merchandise if their plan was to dissolve DK into Mario.

www.donkeykong.com used to redirect to the Nintendo home page. Now it leads to a portal for all things Donkey Kong. If you test a number of other Nintendo IP, Star Fox, F-Zero, Warioware, Yoshi's Island, what do you see, you either get redirected to Nintendo's front page ( currently advertising Donkey Kong Country Returns HD ) or a picture of Wario saying "nope, doesn't exist."

Nintendo always seems to add Donkey Kong stuff in batches to NSO and Nintendo music. This hasn't happened for other franchises, but they always make Donkey Kong stuff a big deal.

King K. Rool did so well in the Smash Ballot, that, while he was not realizable at the time ( because secretly the Smash Ballot was never about Smash 4 ), they added a Mii costume into Smash 4 to throw fans a bone. DK Vine has an insider reporting that Nintendo was stunned by his popularity, they were unaware he had so much support. Retro Studios wanted to add him into the Switch port of Tropical Freeze, but it was decided Smash Bros would be the more meaningful re-introduction for the character. That's all rumor, but the fact is, they chose King K. Rool for Smash Ultimate.

THEY OPENED A GOD DAMNED THEME PARK. Does Star Fox have a theme park? Does Kirby have a theme park? Is there an F-Zero ride at Super Nintendo World? Did Pikmin get anything other than minor appearances in the Mario lobby? DOES ZELDA HAVE A THEME PARK?? No to all of these... Donkey Kong has a theme park, it's modeled after his IP, and while it's main influence is Donkey Kong Country Returns and Tropical Freeze, the theme park was in the works so long ago that those were the most current games at the time. They might not have much merch outside of DK and Diddy but it's not like the Mario park has the most diverse merchandise either. I didn't see a single piece of Wario merch while I was there. I'm sure as the years go on, more merchandise will come to these parks. I doubt they'll be selling the same things forever.

Donkey Kong has new key art made for a calendar for 2026. And yes, Diddy will be in the calander too. No word on other characters but K. Rool was in a 2020 Donkey Kong Calendar. Why would they be making DK merch for TWENTY TWENTY SIX if they want to kill his franchise and absorb it into Mario??

And finally the big rumor, again, from a DK vine insider. A 3D Donkey Kong game was reportedly in development from Vicarious Visions before Activision pulled the plug because they didn't want to develop single player games anymore after Skylanders sold poorly. DK being a guest in Skylanders just makes this rumor seem even more likely. Rumors say that Nintendo finally decided to make Donkey Kong a series they would develop internally like Mario, and bring him home to Japanese devs, instead of always relying on partners to develop Donkey Kong.

The Mario Kart redesign further supports this, as it heavily resembles the way Japanese artists have been drawing Donkey Kong for years, if you look at his gallery in the Mario Wiki, you'll notice the resemblances long before the movie design was revealed.

Last thing, they chose to close out the Nintendo Switch's life with remakes of Mario vs Donkey Kong, and Donkey Kong Country Returns. They could have remade anything, but they think Donkey Kong is valuable enough that people would want to play it. Yeah, it's fully priced, which sucks, but just take it as a sign that Nintendo sees Donkey Kong as a premium brand.

Donkey Kong fans have been dooming about the state and future state of the IP for so long that they're ignoring all the signs right in front of their noses that the IP is very healthy, and I don't think there's a reality in which we don't see a new Donkey Kong game in the first few years of the Switch 2's life, and it's not going to involve Mario. I will say I can't guarantee they'll bring back every Animal Buddy, Kong, and Kremling the fans have been missing, but it would be extremely weird and dumb to dump all that after... well *gestures to the bulleted list above*

Donkey Kong is going to be just fine.

[the-white-void]

THOSE LOST IN TIME SEARCHING FOR WHAT CANNOT BE

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Caged little bird - You, who once held so much power, abandoned it all for freedom from the one who loved you most, yet, they still crawl from the death of your mind to drag you back.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Escape of the Burdened Oni - one unworthy of such treatment, you grant them the presence of your benevolence (date).

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Mine Mother - One favoured by the world's sentience

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Divine Mischief - Oh, mischievous god toys around with their little followers.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Little Bird, why do you Sing such a sad Tune - those of the dive favour their pet, until it runs away and meets its one look-alike from another world.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Bloody Mary - Blood of gold stained the soil of the world that was supposed to revere your name, yet, you treated like a vile villain that plagued this world. And when the world knew the truth, only carnage filled your eyes.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ "O Divine Creator, we humbly bow to you whilst you're on your throne-" I'M ON MY TOILETTE!!! - As you innocently play Genshin on your phone, the seven Archons that are known in the game claim you as their creator. All while you were releasing the remains of the sustenance you had from the past two days.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ You are my only Haven -  A little girl watches over a human that she has waited so long to meet “Will you please wake up? I’m really lonely” she whispers hoping to see your eyes and hear your voice.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Teyvat's Diary - Teyvat, a small oblivious creature, only sees the world formed on her by humans through eyes that do not belong to her. All her thoughts were written in her diary.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Teyvat's opinion about the children - what the sentience of teyvat thinks about the children.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Unbounded by the trivial - You are an imposter but you don’t really care about anything anymore so you just let it be, it’s not like if you try hard enough you could change it.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ "Who are you? Wait, there's TWO?!" - simple texts between what was supposed to be nothing but an AI, yet, how did casual texting two Tsaritsa's end up with both coming to your world.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Moving On - You're moving away. We want you back.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ My Momma - little scenarios with a child’s mother figure

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Otherworldly Things *Part 2- The archons come to your world but cannot return to theirs, so they start getting to know yours.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ La Seine (Monster in Paris AU) - Running away from the captors along with a friend, you find yourselves in a bar where you end up dancing together to hide from the guards.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Let the Play Begin - The Imposter is caught. How shall the play end?

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Life, Death, Rebirth - “Thee hadst been thrown into teyvat wh’re i did rule. Thou art mine own heir, mine own physical f'rm, yet those daws besmirch t by leaving thee with scars and wounds. And i shall nay longeth'r standeth aside while those imbeciles taketh our headeth”

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ "The Story" 1 2 3 4 5 - This story is a Samsara, one you cannot control. *WARNING* this work may contain topics or language that may make some audiences uncomfortable.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Scriptor De Re - The Traveler is known for their grand accomplishment throughout Teyvat, but who pulls the strings behind the scenes.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ I Miss Home – You miss someone special to you, someone very special to you. Voided of memories of them to fill the emptiness you feel, only a bare hole of the love you have for them. Yet sharing such things to a child that knows all too well feels warming.

Special

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖₊˚⊹ Interactive Player AU - A story you build. You decide each choice [name] makes. And each choice could change how the story progresses and ends.

✧˖°. How it works - You send an ask of who your character is and where they start. The story begins until you need to make the choice again, there, the fic will stop until you decide what happens next. Long story short, a role-playing game.

Works

Dès le Début: Noraa 1 by: @udretlnea

[msriri030]

The man that I love Pt 1

Unum x reader with a yandere Nulla. Empire Au. Masterlist

Tw: Greif, losing a partner.

Summary: it has been ten years since Unum went to war, now stranger is asking for your hand. Based on this song. Part 2

In the quiet cradle of early morning, just before the sun had crested the horizon, you slipped out of bed with the practiced silence of someone used to leaving unnoticed. Around you, the gentle rise and fall of your sister-wives’ breaths filled the chamber, tangled in the soft sighs of sleeping children. Their tiny hands clutched plush toys and embroidered blankets, unaware of the ache lodged in your chest.

You reached for the robe — the deep crimson  silk one Unum had gifted you on your wedding night, its embroidery still smelling faintly of the sacred oils used in your union rites. The cool fabric kissed your skin as you wrapped it tightly around your form. Your eyes wandered to the middle of the grand bed, the place where your husband should’ve been. Cold. Empty. Untouched.

You exhaled slowly, not wanting to stir anyone, and padded across the mosaic-tiled floor. The door creaked faintly as you opened it, and you winced, pausing — but no movement stirred behind you. With a last glance at your sleeping family, you stepped into the dim corridor, pulling the door shut behind you.

The palace halls stretched before you, long and shadowed. The encaustic tiles beneath your feet were cool, decorated with symbols of the old gods — a cruel reminder of how little comfort they’d offered. Your steps began soft and measured. But once you turned the corner and disappeared from view, your stride grew faster. Sandaled feet slapped against marble. Your robe flared behind you like a banner in the wind.

You were running — breath sharp, heart wild — unbecoming for a consort of the Emperor. But titles didn’t matter in this grief. Not when your heart beats only for a ghost.

You burst into the garden as if it, too, were holding its breath. Dew clung to the grass, glistening like scattered starlight. Rare fruit trees arched high above, their twisted branches heavy with plums the color of midnight and citrus that glowed faintly with gold. Flowers climbed every surface — naked man orchid, blood-colored hibiscus, and pale mourning lilies blooming in profusion. Some were shaped into arches, trailing petals down onto the path like a gentle rain.

The garden path gave way to polished marble, veined with silver and opal. You slowed as you reached the edge of the garden’s balcony, set atop a cliff overlooking the ocean. The wind tugged at your robe, salty and cold. Below, the sea was endless — a vast, undisturbed sheet of gray-blue, flecked with distant birds but no sails. No sign of him.

Ten years. Ten years since Unum had vanished into the war by Bishop Septem’s request — a war for the 'Creator’s glory,' they said. You remembered how you clutched his arm and begged him to stay, your voice breaking with every word. "Just wait, the twins were just born," you had pleaded.

But he promised it wouldn’t take long. He’d be home before their first birthday.

Liar.

Your grip tightened on the balcony’s rail, marble biting into your skin. You had every reason to hate him — to curse his name until your throat gave out. But still, night after night, you whispered to every god you knew. Please, you begged. Just let him come home.

A soft voice broke your thoughts.

“(Y/N).”

You didn’t turn. You didn’t need to. Aeliane’s voice was always calm, always careful — like a breeze through paper lanterns.

“I need to…” you said, voice trembling. “He still might…”

“I know.” A pause. “I miss him too.”

You heard her footsteps behind you, soft against the marble. “The children are in the kitchen,” she said gently. “They’re making breakfast with Ignis and Solaris. Burned toast and all. We should join them… shall we?”

You finally turned, tears balancing at the edges of your lashes. Aeliane stood in a gauzy robe of pale rose, her amber hair loose around her shoulders, eyes shining with the same quiet sorrow. She reached out a hand, steady and open.

You took it, letting her pull you into a gentle embrace.

You held each other — not as rivals, not as co-wives, but as people who loved the same vanishing man, and who bore the weight of his absence every single day.

When you stepped into the sun-drenched kitchen, a soft smile tugged at your lips. The space was alive with warm light pouring in from the wide glass windows, gilding the stone walls and casting golden halos across the wooden floor. The scent of fresh pancakes, berry compote, and cinnamon butter drifted through the air, wrapping around you like a hug.

You didn’t even get a chance to take another step before you were tackled.

Two small, giggling bodies crashed into you with a joyful cry, “Good morning, Baba!”

The twins knocked you off balance, and you stumbled back with a surprised laugh, landing on the cushioned rug with a gentle oof. Shams clung to your waist, her short hair bouncing with excitement, while Noor scrambled up your chest, snuggling into your neck with a content sigh.

“We made pancakes with Mama Ignis and Solaris!” Shams announced, eyes wide with pride.

“Yeah!” Noor chimed in, voice muffled against your shoulder. “We made them just for you.”

You laughed, the sound bubbling up from deep within your chest, a kind of joy that had been buried beneath ten years of waiting. You wrapped them both in your arms, pressing tight kisses to their round cheeks as they squealed and tried to escape your grasp.

“Babaaa, noooo!” Noor giggled, legs kicking.

“You’ll never escape the kiss monster,” you teased, raining another flurry of smooches on Shams, who shrieked in delight.

When you finally released them, they sprang up and ran off, chasing Solaris through the kitchen like tiny bolts of lightning. Solaris let out an exaggerated yelp, raising their arms dramatically as they fled, the hem of their robe trailing behind like a cape.

“Scaredy-cats,” Ignis muttered from the stove, chuckling as she flipped another pancake onto the growing stack as flour dusted the edges of her sleeves. “They act like you’re a villain when you hug them too hard.”

“They’ll grow out of it,” Solaris said with a grin, catching Noor mid-run and spinning him gently in the air before setting him down with a kiss to his forehead. “They’re Unum’s children, after all. And we all know how he was addicted to our affection.”

Your smile faded just a fraction, touched with nostalgia.

“That he was,” you murmured, brushing flour from your robe as you rose to your feet.

You glanced around the room — the sunlight, the laughter, the messy plate of syrup-covered fruit on the table. It was all a beautiful, chaotic harmony. And even if one piece was missing, you still felt him in every echo of laughter and every pair of shining eyes.

For a moment, you let yourself simply exist in the joy. The soft thud of little feet on tile. The sweet warmth of breakfast is still cooking. The quiet knowledge that no matter how long he’d been gone, love had stayed behind — in these children, in your sister-wives, in this home.

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After everyone had eaten their fill of the sweet, golden pancakes, the house gradually settled into a quieter hum. The children were ushered off for their morning lessons, and the scent of syrup and butter slowly gave way to the clean aroma of rosewater and parchment.

Now, you sat in the imperial throne room — regal and composed, though your hands still remembered the warmth of little fingers and sticky syrup.

You were in your place: to the right of the central throne, which was carved from gold and inlaid with sunstone. Aeliane, poised and serene as ever, sat on the left. Between you, Unum’s throne remained untouched — a monument to absence. A silent testament. The banners behind it fluttered gently from the sea breeze that snuck through the high windows, whispering of tides and time.

Father Rafael, robed in ash gray, stood a respectful distance behind your chair. His pale, inked-stained fingers clutched a scroll, and his gaze flickered between you and the speaker with sharp interest. Beside him stood Bishop Septem, draped in his ceremonial violet and gold vestments, a man of fewer words but deeper, more calculated silences. His eyes missed nothing — especially the expressions you tried to hide.

The court was filled with the soft rustle of silk and the calculated tones of petitioners. Today, like most days, there was a suitor — dressed too boldly, speaking too confidently — trying to win your favor. Claiming loyalty. Promising glory. Some were clever. Some were beautiful. None of them were Unum.

As usual, the attempts ended in embarrassment or quiet dismissal.

By the time the court recessed for the midday break, your spine ached from sitting so straight, and your heart throbbed with a dull, tired rhythm. You excused yourself from the others, nodding at Aeliane before slipping away.

You found yourself again on the balcony overlooking the sea, the same one from that morning — though now the light had sharpened and the wind tasted more of salt than dew. The ocean below churned gently, the waves licking at the base of the cliffs, speaking to you in a tongue only you seemed to remember.

You leaned on the stone rail, eyes searching the horizon once more, even though you already knew — there was nothing.

Your voice rose softly — hesitant at first, like something fragile waking after a long sleep. It was barely more than a whisper, but it carried through the garden air like smoke, curling into the warm morning breeze. You stood at the edge of the balcony carved from pale stone, the sea stretching before you like an open wound that never healed.

It was a song older than you, older than the empire. A melody passed down through your bloodline, once sung under moonlit balconies and in candlelit nurseries. And it was his favorite.

Unum would hum it under his breath when he braided your hair. He used to sway to its rhythm as he held your babies close to his heart, feet bare on the mosaic floor while you sat smiling, watching the sun pour golden light across their skin.

Your voice cracked on the final line. The sound wavered in the air and was swept away by the sea wind before the last note could finish. You clutched the marble railing, the coldness grounding you, a contrast to the burn in your chest.

“The man I love is not afraid of anything,

But when he loves, he shakes everything.

A restless warrior after adventures,

With strong, soft hands.

The man I love, knows I love him —

He takes me in his arms, and I forget it all…”

Below the balcony, the waves rolled against the cliffs, a steady rhythm that mocked the absence above. No sails on the horizon. No ships. No banners. Only the salt-bitten silence of waiting.

Behind you, the garden bloomed in soft defiance of your grief — white-petaled lilies trembling under archways woven with twilight roses. Fruit trees, rare and sacred, bowed gently with heavy harvests. You had once walked here hand-in-hand with him, a crown of blossoms in your hair, giggling as he pressed you against the warm trunk of a fig tree and kissed the corners of your smile.

That was ten years ago.

“Still no ships,” Aeliane’s voice broke the silence like lace tearing. She stood a few steps behind you, her hands clasped before her, her expression gentle but etched with the same ache you carried.

You nodded, swallowing the lump that had lodged in your throat.

Aeliane moved closer and stood beside you, her shoulder brushing yours. “I remember how he loved that song,” she murmured. “How he made you sing it to the children so they would never fear storms. He said if they could fall asleep to your voice, no monster could ever reach them.”

You smiled faintly, though it felt more like an old scar stretching. “He thought he’d come back,” you whispered, “before we ever had to sing it without him.”

You looked out over the sea again, the color of it deepening under the morning sun. Somewhere, far beyond what your eyes could reach, was the truth either swallowed by salt or waiting to return.

Aeliane slipped her hand into yours without a word. Her grip was firm, steady. Familiar. You let your fingers wrap around hers and leaned into her warmth.

Together, you stood side by side in the garden above the sea shaped by a shared love watching the horizon and waiting for a ghost who had promised to come home.

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Your shared moment with Aeliane was shattered when the heavy doors to the balcony burst open with a thunderous crack.

Father Rafael stumbled through, breathless, his face pale and tight with fear — a kind of fear that didn’t belong in a man known for silence and composure.

“Consort (Y/N)... Consort Aeliane…” he gasped, voice trembling, “we have a major problem.”

You didn’t wait to ask.

You and Aeliane exchanged a sharp glance before your feet carried you down the corridor, silk and gold fluttering behind you like war banners. Your heart thundered in your chest not from running, but from a dread you hadn’t felt in years. The kind of dread that told you, before you even saw, that something sacred had been touched.

As you neared the throne room, the sound of raised voices echoed off the high marble walls.

“How dare you sit on the throne?!” Bishop Septem’s voice cracked with fury. “Do you have no respect?! That is the Emperor’s seat!”

You froze in the doorway, your breath catching in your throat as your gaze snapped to the dais.

And your blood ran cold.

There, lounging upon Unum’s throne like it was nothing more than a merchant’s stool, sat a stranger draped in obsidian armor etched with glowing red sigils — the ancient kind. The pauldrons curved like the wings of a raven, and his gauntlets gleamed as though slicked with blood.

His black hair was slicked back, and his posture was relaxed, but nothing about him spoke of peace.

His black, dull eyes stared down at Bishop Septem with disinterest, as if the man were a buzzing fly, barely worth his attention. But the moment those eyes found you, they sparked to life. They were filled with love. No. It was with obsession. 

“Ah” His lips curled slowly across his tan skin, like a serpent tasting warmth. “The person I came to speak to has finally arrived.”

Aeliane stepped protectively in front of you, her hand twitching at her side as if reaching for a blade that wasn’t there. “You dare defile this hall with your presence, let alone sit on his throne?”

The man’s smile deepened. “His?” He looked around mockingly. “Strange. I don’t see your precious Emperor anywhere. Do you?”

Gasps rose from the courtiers still in the room. The throne was never sat upon. Not even by the children. Not even by you.

You stepped forward, steady despite the ice creeping up your spine.

“And who are you,” you asked, voice ringing with iron, “to cross our gates, wear war armor in sacred court, and insult the absent King?”

He stood slowly, each motion deliberate, as if unveiling a secret. His boots echoed loudly against the marble steps. When he reached the last step, he bowed deeply not out of respect, but mockery.

“I am General Nulla,” he said smoothly. “I came to claim what mine.. and the last to see your husband alive.”

“What…?” you breathed, the word barely leaving your lips.

It hit you like a blade beneath the ribs.

Unum. Your Unum. 

Dead?

The throne room blurred around you. The marble walls, the courtiers shouting in disbelief, even Aeliane’s sharp intake of breath — it all fell away.

Your mind betrayed you, pulling you into memories. The warmth of his arms on cold nights. The way he laughed, full and golden, like sunlight crashing through storm clouds. The hush in his voice when he told you nothing could take him from you. The way he held you when the fevers took you, whispering lullabies as if they were spells meant to keep death at bay.

He was gone?

You blinked. You stood frozen, your breath shallow. It was as if the very ground under your feet had shifted, and you were left hanging in the air, untethered.

The court erupted behind you — guards drawing weapons, advisors shouting, Bishop Septem demanding answers with fury in his voice. But you heard none of it. You only stared at the man before you.

General Nulla.

His eyes, voidlike, glinting with cruel amusement, bore into yours as he stepped closer, slowly, deliberately. His gloved hand rose, reaching toward your cheek with a gentleness that sickened you.

His fingers were just inches from your skin when—

“Don’t touch them!” Aeliane’s voice cracked like a whip as she yanked you back, shielding you with her body. Her eyes blazed with protective fury, her stance feral despite the silks she wore. “I don’t believe you,” she spat. “You come in here wearing armor like a conqueror and dare say our husband is dead?”

Nulla didn’t flinch. He lowered his hand slowly and smiled, a mockery of comfort. “Believe what you wish,” he said smoothly. “But denial won’t change the truth. I stood on the scorched field where he fell. I held his whip. I heard his last breath.” He turned slightly, addressing the whole court. “Your Emperor is gone. And I have returned in his place.”

You trembled.

Not from fear. From grief—sharpening into rage.

Unum’s whip. His throne. His name.

All in the hands of a stranger.

But something in Nulla’s eyes. The spark when he looked at you, the way he smiled not like a victor, but a man laying claim.

There was more. Far more.

And you intended to uncover every word of it — no matter what truth it shattered. You gathered your courage to ask a simple yet heavy question, “Why? Why did you come here?”

“You. I want you.” Nulla’s words weren’t a request. They were a claim.

The room recoiled in stunned silence — courtiers froze, soldiers faltered, even Aeliane stiffened beside you. But you could barely hear the ripples of shock behind the thunder of your heart.

Nulla’s gaze roamed over you, not with lust — no, something more unnerving.

Worship.

“If you knew…” he began, stepping down from the dais with slow, measured steps, “how long I’ve watched you — how long I’ve wanted you.”

He stopped only a few paces away, the red light from his armor casting faint shadows across your face. “It was the first time I saw you,” he said, his voice oddly gentle, as if recalling a dream. “You were standing on the cliffs, hair caught in the wind, singing to the sea. I thought you were a vision. A god’s answer to a soldier’s prayer.”

You stiffened, your breath caught in your throat.

That moment. That cliff. You remembered it — years ago, long before the war, when you stood alone while the palace still slept. You thought you had been unseen.

He continued, eyes darkening with remembered fury.

“But then he came. Unum.” His lip curled around the name like it burned him. “He kissed you, held you like you were already his. I nearly brought down the skies right then. I almost killed him for touching what should never have been his to hold.”

Aeliane stepped forward. “You speak like a madman.”

Nulla didn’t even look at her.

“I loved you before I knew your name,” he said, eyes only on you. “That's why I started the war. And when he died, I felt nothing but hope. That I could finally stand where he once stood. Not to rule. Not to reign.”

He took one more step closer, close enough that Aeliane’s hand twitched again.

“But to be yours.”

You stared at him — this man cloaked in black steel and sin. A presence too sharp to be called a suitor. He was not a visitor, nor a petitioner, nor a passing shadow.

He was a storm. And storms never ask.

“If I don’t…” you began, your voice trembling like a candle’s flame caught in the wind, “what will you do?”

Nulla’s gaze softened, not with kindness. With possession. His hand reached for yours with all the tenderness of a lover’s vow, yet it felt like a trap made of silk. He pressed your knuckles to his lips.

“Then I will destroy everything and everyone,” he whispered against your skin, “until you do.”

Tears pricked your eyes, but you held them in place, refusing to fall apart — not in front of him. The room was frozen. The court was too frightened to breathe, the guards too stunned to act.

“But…” he continued, pulling away with a smile that should not have belonged on any man’s face, “I am a gentleman.”

He stepped back, arms open as if to offer a blessing, a mockery of peace.

“So I will give you the sunrise. Tomorrow. One dawn. One breath of mercy. Mi vita.”

And then, before you could blink, he was gone.

He said the words like a brand — not a confession, but a claim burned into your skin.

My life. Not a title. A possession. A vow drenched in madness.

His body broke into smoke — a violent unraveling. Black feathers exploded from where he’d stood, scorched at the edges as if they’d flown through fire. They rained down like dying embers. One landed with eerie precision on the arm of the throne.

Unum’s throne.

The throne room swirled into chaos around you, voices overlapping, footsteps scrambling, but all of it felt distant, like echoes underwater.

Your knees buckled under the weight of its memory and fear of locking your body in place.

You couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t scream.

Aeliane clutched you from behind, her sob muffled against your shoulder. Her nails dug into your waist. A tether. A plea. Then the court erupted.

“Messenger! Now!” Bishop Septem’s voice thundered through the chamber. He stood, eyes blazing, robes sweeping the floor like a war banner as he pointed toward the doors. “Get eyes on the coastline! I want citadel eyes and every rider dispatched now!”

Pages ran like scattered birds. Guards surged forward and faltered, some pressed to the windows, others clutching their halberds as if prayer could be sharpened.

Father Raphael stood at the center, hands raised, robes fluttering like wings. “This is not yet a declaration of war,” he cried out, voice cracking under pressure. “P-please! This panic... it only gives him more ground!”

You stood in the eye of the storm — and you were unraveling. The world trembled around you. So did you. Your ribs were iron cages. Your breath was dust.

But then— You remembered.

And now…You took a breath.

Unum.

The warmth of his hands. The sound of his laughter echoing through the halls. The way he kissed your fingers one by one when the world felt too heavy causing you to wipe your hand of Nulla’s kiss off.

Then another. Slow. Deep. Your heart screamed, but your spine straightened, forged from the pain he left behind.

“I won’t let it fall,” you whispered. The vow left your lips like a secret sent to the gods. “Not while I still stand.”

You pulled gently from Aeliane’s grasp, squeezing her hand in return giving her what little strength you had.

Then you walked — no, rose — each step up the dais like a ruler claiming their battlefield.

You stood before Unum’s throne. The throne where your love once ruled.  The throne where a monster had just sat. You brushed the black feather from its arm, the gesture simple but deliberate defiant.

Then you turned and spoke.

“Ground yourselves!”

It wasn’t a request. It was a command — forged in fire. The court froze.

“I, alongside my sister wives and Bishop Septem,” your voice rang out, “will come to a decision by sunrise.”

A breath rippled through the chamber — a single, collective inhale. Even Bishop Septem stood stunned, silent. Father Raphael lowered his hands. 

“But until then—” your voice held steady, sharpened like a blade, “no harm will come to this empire.”

You paused, letting the silence fall heavy as stone. “Not from beyond. Not from within. Not while I still breathe.”

Your voice was the sound of steel drawn in mourning — regal and relentless. 

Aeliane joined your side, shoulders squared, eyes dry now — fury replacing fear. Bishop Septem gave a slow nod. No arguments. Just understanding. Even the guards seemed to stand taller, as if drawn up by the strength of your resolve.

And on the marble floor, black feathers still lay scattered like omens — a trail of darkness across sacred ground. Each one whispered the same warning:

Sunrise is coming.

And with it… the storm.

[unabashednightmarepizza]

A/N: This is like the backstory of both AUs I'm writing, minus the Dainsleif love from hundreds of years ago in "Last Champion" and the one with the regular SAGAU.

And yes, this is me begging for some SAGAU, Creator!Reader ideas/requests alonsgide with Dainsleif and Baizhu, or any other characters

Okay so, in both of the Creator!Reader AU's I'm writing, reader favoures Khaenri'ah more but never outly says it in fear of a War or the Archons not taking it well. They are the "pride and joy" of Them, (the people worships Them, and yes they are godless in a way but they devoted themselves to the Creator so who is mightier? Mondstadt? Natlan?) and when not even the Archons or the Four Shade knew of the Creator's face, They were sitting with Dain eating peacefully or playing with the children of Khaenri'ah as They let the younger ones play in wonder with Their powers, the makeshift toys and park with Their golden powers, with Their starry hair and braid it as they liked.

It wasn't a norm, nor was it forbidden to be touchy with their Creator since They insisted on it. Every day, the Creator would come and watch them, or up on the throne, as they accomplished more and more each day.

And in the meantime, They also understood their ambitions and love for the nature of life. They had become much more humane, understanding of feelings and why they did what they did and why they reacted in certain ways.

The first time They felt pain was one that gave Dain nightmares-

But the day They felt love was... even more chaotic and also wholesome.

Platonic love when a mother rushed to her child when the kid fell and romantic öne when They... saw a couple kissing.

"Dain, what's that?" You pointed softly with a confused tilt of your head and Dain had to refrain from smiling softly at you.

He had a reputation to uphold, even if it included his God.

"Hmm? Oh, a couple, Your Grace." He stated obviously, watching you hum for a second before your starry eyes found his blue, star-shaped one and caught it in a soft and intense way. You held his hand thightly in yours, your heart beating loudly inside the mortal cages of this body as a foreign feeling coursed through you... Unknown to the way Dain's heart as well beated harshly under his own as a blush rose to his pale cheeks.

"And what are they doing?"

"They are kissing... It's what people who love each other do." He said breathlessly and stared at your lips. That was wrong, but you were just so kind... so understanding and loving.

And all the time you two spent together made hım slowly fall for you, all the time he watched you force someone in the palace to have a walk with you or play pranks while trying to stiffle his own chuckles captured his heart.

"So... does that mean we can do that too?"

*shocked Pikachu Dain as he tried to explain that you can't do that with everyone but your lover*

But, no one could deny the fact that their captain was so obviously in love with Them. So captivated and enchanted by them that it really touched their heart whenever they saw him carrying You between his arms with a lovesick smile as you laughed serenely, lighting their souls and heart up, while pointing to somewhere that caught your attention.

There were some that preferred you to show the same affection to the Royal family, but most were pleased and happy that it was someone they relied on. So much so that there were many festivals on both of your names, though you two sneaked away and under a white canopy...

Had your first kiss ever, with a promise ring soon gifted to each other that represented eternity with your pure love.

You foolishly believed everything would be better, no one would suspect anything and you would get to court him peacefully. You didn't slack on your job, and Dain understood that. Of course he did! He was glad and happy that he had the eternal love of the Creator after all, and the times you two spent time together in either his or your bed, talking idly with him tracing shapes on your back and you listening to his heart as you laid on his chest, creating even more memories to look back to, the lights of the City reflecting on your bodies as your love for the man warmed him in a protective cacoon...

It was true heaven for both you, Teyvat and Khaenri'ah.

But nothing good lasts forever, not when you forgot one trivial thing

Celestia knows tho, all the times you ascended down It watched you with jealousy and hatred as all your affection was poured on them and this Dainsleif. It was your first creation, It was there before Teyvat, that Dainsleif was there. It was who you loved the most once...First the Archons, and now Khaenri'ah took you away from Them.

And if They had to get rid of them, and all the people that took you away... So be it.

And shit goes down to when the Cataclysm happens and as the Creator, who also had to fight Celestia so that your children would be safe, at one last attempt at defending and protecting Khaenri'ah who had become more like an actual home that people you should have never cared for in the beginning, you give away your powers so that they would be saved from the evil clutches of Celestia and live.

(Even though it wasn't enough to prevent the "immortality curse" and "eroison".)

But! That also means that Celestia would be able to easily overpower Them and torn the Creator!Reader apart, to make Them even more weaker to chain them forever with them, or maybe away from Teyvat to where they could watch Them forever.

And Dain, as your beloved, is obviously angry. Angry at everything, at the curse on him that slowly ate his memories with you away, his humanity away but then... Then he remembers, he remembers the time you worriedly told him that Celestia had been acting strange, like what they called "a spoiled child".

But you never even for once thought about the possibility of your first creation to betray you like that, even when he talked about his concerns about your safety, to be more cautious.

"They are my first ever, we have been side by side for so long, They would never do that!"

And now, you were forced to watch as they... everyone screamed in pain and agony, begging for help and loosing their minds, and their lives... Dain becoming the shell of the man he once was as he became a nomad... Ei loosing Makoto, Morax loosing his friends and Guizhong, Barbatos loosing that batd friend of him that thought him of Freedom, Buer giving herself away...

But none of them, not even for once blaming you.

But, if there was one thing Celestia didn't think about... It was the fact that you would never leave your people alone to die, to perish.

And as you waited in the shadows, in a deep slumber, until your time came, you silently made your plans.

For now... You let Celestia believe that They were victorious.

For now... They wouldn't face the true wrath of the Creator, as they too, changed.

[ilium-ilia]

I never know how to approach fic writers outside of posting/messaging a “hey I love X! Keep up the great work”. but what I’d love is to pick my fav writer’s heads apart I want to know all of your thoughts from the mechanics of writing to just silly fandom brainrot. But like! I also firmly believe in a creator deserving privacy and stuff so I never know what a good in between is. I don’t want to be overly familiar and annoying.

you know what this is super fair! sometimes interacting can be very daunting, especially because via messaging it can sometimes be really hard determining tone/intention without the physical/vocal indicators and stuff. i am also the same way as a reader, though. wanting to pick apart an author's brain about what they were thinking when writing xyz scene.

really, the privacy stuff is a super easy thing to work around, so long as you're keeping comments/questions story centric, ya know? i think usually as long as you don't pop up and ask "hey what's your mum's maiden name" you're probably good lmfao.

still, I cannot speak for all writers, but here's some examples of some comments/questions/etc that i've really appreciated as an author, and maybe it's something you or other people who are nervous but want to leave more in depth comments/questions can work off of!!

Emotional reactions

I think one of the main reasons why a lot of authors create and write in any capacity, including fanfiction, is to make people feel something. Good emotions, bad emotions, happy, sad, hell, even horny. Some good examples are

"ALL CAPS TEXTS OH MY GOD AHHHH AND A VIOLENT USE OF EMOJIS"

"Oh my gosh, I really felt (emotion) when (character) said/did this!"

"This specific quote here really made me feel (emotion)"

On top of this, I always laugh at the "Kore when I get you, when I get you Kore" or any meme related comments. There are some bad emotional reactions though that I would recommend avoiding/keeping to yourself.

"I'd just kill myself if (plot) ever happened to me" -- gross, unnecessary, and might I recommend reading a different story? (especially when commented on darker fics)

"I really relate to this story because (insert traumatic life event)" -- I'm sure authors are very happy to write something you can relate to, but please keep in mind we are not your therapists, you probably don't know us, and maybe keep all the gritty details to yourself! As Early once said, might I recommend a diary?

Predictions/Theories

I love seeing where my readers think the story might go, or the clues they're trying to pick up on! This is a really good way to start a conversation with an author as well, if you're wanting to pick their brain apart! Some examples of how you could word things would be:

"This quote here has me thinking that (plot) might happen." -- Even if the author knows it's not going to happen, sometimes it's fun for us to pull you along. "Oh, interesting theory!" or a "That would be crazy because (xyz)." I love stringing my readers along in the comments anyway lmao.

"Wait, so if (xyz) does that mean (zyx)???" Of course you probably won't get an exact response, but again, it's a good way to get an author to open up and maybe playfully toy with you a bit haha.

Really, as long as you don't straight up as "Is this going to happen in this story?" it's a good way to start conversation! You get us thinking/talking about plot stuff and it makes it easier to ask more direct questions!

Learning/real life application

Perhaps not as common, but I love talking with my readers about stuff that they can connect in real life. For example, for my "single" mom au, someone commented about something they learned about in psych class, and how they see it represented in the story. I also had another anon talk about some medications that were discussed in the story, and what they knew as a nursing student and things of that sort!

Foreshadowing

Usually this is easier for completed works/longer works, but maybe the best way to look into someone's mind is to ask them about foreshadowing that you've noticed.

"(Insert quote from a previous chapter) Was this foreshadowing (plot point)??"

"(Insert quote that foreshadows something in canon works when reading a fanfiction) Oh I know what you're doing here!"

I always love seeing people read something, or reread and notice things they didn't before and then freak the hell out. I love having people playfully yelling at me in my comments!

General types of comments to avoid

"Is (event) ever going to happen?" wait and see? If I wanted to tell you I wouldn't have written a whole ass story for this haha.

"I'd just kill myself if I were in this situation" Talked about this earlier, but please just read a different story if you feel the need to comment something like this.

"I refuse to believe (character) would do (xyz)." Unless the author is intentionally sowing doubt about some weird lies/betrayal thing, maybe don't comment this. It's a little rude/the character might be doing/not doing something and you just don't know yet if it's a WIP!

"(Character) needs to do this!" I'm sorry, is this a group project? (Unless it's something funny like, character needs a nice relaxing bath after this. Context always matters, of course).

"When are you updating?" This is the most useless comment/question ever. This seems to be pretty split among authors on if they don't mind this type of comment or not, but 1: it can be very overwhelming, especially when people won't stop asking 2: most of the time the author doesn't even know, especially if it's a WIP they're currently writing. The most you can hope for is a ballpark range of when they'd LIKE to post, but very rarely do I ever see people offer up a specific time or date. And when you ask this question without ever commenting anything else, it's disheartening and very consumerism centric.

General types of comments I personally love, and others might as well

"Here's me quoting several lines in your story as well as my thoughts about every single quote and why I like it and what it made me feel" Okay I'm getting down on one knee, when's the wedding?

"I really am intrigued by (plot dynamic) what made you think of it?" A chance to talk about something that's probably been raging in my brain forever? Thank god.

"I really like (very small detail that the writer never thought anyone would notice or care about)" I'm kissing you on the MOUTH.

"What's your favorite part of this story?" Oh you're giving me time to yap thank you, thank you.

To wrap things up...

Authors are artists. We create to interact. To make people feel things. Please never be afraid to ask questions, because most of us are dying to talk about the nitty gritty of the story. Ask us our favorite things about the story. What we like most about your favorite character. What's the hardest thing to write about a certain story. What our favorite lines are. What we're most excited for. What we were thinking about/what we were trying to do when we wrote a certain scene. You're not over familiar or annoying asking things like this, for wanting to know the little details that the author might be too nervous to share, for wanting to know the thought process; you're an excited reader who is participating in fandom. So unless you're asking something like "Did you write this because you share the same trauma" or something outrageous, I think you're pretty safe, haha!

Of course everyone is different, so some people might not be comfortable answering certain things, but usually as long as you come forward in good faith and you're not demanding, no one's going to yell at you for it or anything! Most of us are dying to talk about stuff but feel as if most people don't care. If you look through my AO3 comments you'll see me yapping away paragraph after paragraph in response to questions lmfao.

I hope this helped anyone who is nervous about interacting with authors! I welcome other writers to put their two cents in if you'd like! And I'll be free to answer more questions related to this if anyone wants to send them to my ask box/comment (:

[bunni-v1]

🍓Hi so I can’t get my OC out of my mind, so I’m just gonna bite the bullet and make a post about her so I can rest in peace 🙏 Please excuse how messy the sketches are :(

This is Strawberry Shortcake Cookie, made with the sweetest ingredients for the purpose of keeping the Heroes company! Being immortal and all powerful can be lonely, having a companion to stay by your side for life is a must! That’s why the witches made Strawberry Shortcake.

Her sweet and helpful personality exactly what the heroes need to keep things running smoothly. She offers them comfort and rest where they normally have none. A shoulder to lean on where a regular god might not have.

Strawberry Shortcake Cookie travels between their different kingdoms, a friendly face welcomed by all their subjects, and maintains that all of them are doing well. She spends most of her time with Shadow Milk and Eternal Sugar, enjoying their kingdoms the most of the five, but would never neglect her other dear friends.

She has no magnificent power, only blessed with immortality by her witch creators to uphold her position as long as the heroes exist. Which is why their corruption hit her harder than anyone else. She sees real time each of them falling, and she can’t do anything to help.

Shadow Milk Cookie sends her away before things get ugly, an futile mission to find some kind of cure in a land she knew nothing about — one they both knew would result in nothing. But what more could she do? She wasn’t a god, she was just a companion. A toy to be thrown away when she was no longer needed.

When she comes back to Beast Yeast they’ve already been sealed away in the tree. The surviving citizens are wary of her — rightfully so — but Elder Faerie Cookie takes pity on her. He allows her to rest in the kingdom, allows her to help his citizens with menial tasks, allows her to grieve the loss of her dearest companions. He is a kind light in her sea of loneliness.

So while the faeries celebrate their success of defeating and imprisoning her beloved friends, she sits quietly beneath the tree with only her thoughts to comfort her.

She no longer has a purpose, no reason for being alive, but she can’t bring herself to crumble. Not when she can still feel them through the tree, how could she betray them like that? She should stay strong for them, but… what does she do when they aren’t here?

White Lily Cookie is the one who gives her the idea to explore, find her purpose outside of the former heroes. It takes her a long while to get up and go, but when she does, she does not return for years. She traveled far beyond Beast Yeast to the land where the witches congregate, and that is where she meets her creator.

Her human name, Hikari, is odd on her tongue. Nothing like their cookie names, but she is kind and gentle. It’s a stark difference between the tales she’s been told of witches. Hikari takes her in (without the knowledge of her witch friends) and gives her a place to stay. She teaches her magic, tells her of history she’d never heard before, and finally finds a reason to live again.

She learns that Hikari didn’t make her for the purpose of being a companion, she made her to give herself peace of mind (selfishly, she admits). Her daughter died young to an illness that had no cure, so she made Strawberry Shortcake in her likeness to give her daughter a semblance of a new life, a chance to live. What happened after Hikari handed her over to the other witches for their little cookie society was up to fate, but when she saw her wandering around places she should not be she had to intervene.

When she feels satisfied enough with what she’s learned, she makes the decision to leave Hikari’s side. This time with her own personhood and a new name: Mimi, after the little girl she never got to be. She returns to breast yeast, discarding all traces of Strawberry Shortcake to become a wandering nomad who helps cookies in need.

She feels happy in her new life, willing to spend the rest of eternity caring for cookies in need.

Yet, when the beasts finally wake up, she finds herself scooped up and stolen away by Shadow Milk Cookie once more. Her sense of justice and longing for her dear old friends clashing against each other.

[confused-bi-queer]

COC 23: Goats @carryon-countdown

This is the first time I make fanart and this was inspired by my new interest EPIC: The Musical.

Simon and Baz have a kid, and they all dress up for a party!

Explanation of this idea below:

For those who don't know it/haven't heard of it, it's a musical made from the Odyssey. The creator, Jorge Rivera-Herrans, is a Puerto Rican man that wanted to do a musical Hamilton-esque, but he didn't have the resources, so he started publishing the songs by themselves, as concepts, involving his family and friends to voice the Greek gods or other characters. People loved the idea and started to create their own animatics, creating their own interpretations of the characters. Now, Jorge (or Jay) works with fans that help him officially make the animatics and on Dec 25th, the entire musical will be finished. We're waiting for him to have the opportunity to take him to the threaters.

I was staring at the cover of Wayward Son and thought to myself "Simon read the Odyssey, didn't he? Would he have liked the musical?", and then I thought he would have!

One of the most popular animatics have a distinct design for the god of Water, Poseidon, and every time I see him, I think of Baz. He looks so much like him. And I thought Simon would think so too, and he would love Poseidon because of that.

Then I thought, if EPIC was matched with Carry On, Simon would be undoubtedly Odysseus, and Baz would be Poseidon. How would that work given their enemies and hate each other so much. Exactly like that. My idea is that Baz-Poseidon killed all of Simon-Odysseus' troops to keep him to himself and not let him go back to Ithaca with someone else. Maybe Baz-Poseidon is condemned to watch the love of his life fall into someone else's arms.

Simon and Baz's kid here is from @martsonmars fanfic "The Tale of the Cursed Meal" @letraspal made fanart for. Leo. (It's not the same kid, I just borrowed his name). Leo's favorite plushie, a sheep, is the reason of this EPIC AU.

I thought Simon would be obsessed with the musical and when asked to dress up, he would want to be Odysseus. But they have a kid! So he thinks... Baz is as hot as Poseidon, and Leo's favorite toy is a sheep, which is Polyphemus (cyclops and son of Poseidon) favorite as well!

Simon tells Baz and even thought he's offended of being perceived as a villain (again), he doesn't mind when Simon shows him the design of Poseidon. Which is this:

They dress up and go to a party EPIC-themed.

I'm glad to announce I'm also thinking of making the rest of the gang as EPIC characters. We'll see...