#they've probably explored each others bodies but like

[therxtking]

Ships when they're not even romantic and built on a begrudging tolerance or even a deep mistrust/loathing but a mutual need for something they both need to protect/attain and it evolves into an unshakable bond where they got through all the ugly parts and stayed wether or not they had a choice and become each other's confidant and strength or even safe space where they can be as soft or callous as they truly feel with no fear of the other seeing them differently or getting upset because they know each other so well and never had expectations, why start now? Just two bros who absentmindedly make two cups of tea or coffee and know what to add for the other. Unquestioningly bandwagon on their bullshit and still get mad at them for it. They struggle to express affection still but they both understand what the other means. They don't share a bed because it's romantic, they share a bed so no one can sneak up on them. They can say the most unhinged dark shit and the other will laugh wether they should or even want to or not.

"We healed eachother and it empowered us to be so much worse for the people who took advantage of our broken parts."

[bindibites]

Its done!!! Bunch of rambles and stuff under the cut :) (its long, but I hope you guys enjoy!!!)

-> General Stuff Petra is built like a rectangle with enough muscle to make you experience regret swifter than you may have ever thought you could.

Rips in her clothes aren't super uncommon and she isn't usually super quick to mend them unless its basically ruining the garments. Carabiner. This woman is GAY. If you don't know the full meaning go look for it :) Easy attachment to weapons and tools, Miss Butter is probably akin to a prized possession everything considered; With as much as she's used having mending was a must, but truth be told she's probably about as kitted out as you'd expect end-game diamond gear to be. That sword is never going anywhere if Petra can help it. Especially after the stint with Stella basically stealing her. She has a lot of scars, from a lot of different sources between smaller bumps and scrapes, explosions, enemies... the Wither Storm. Petra's wither sickness in particular was almost deadly, and the damage it'd done to her body never fully went away. The veins in her arm remained discolored around the scar, and the arm is mildly weaker than it would've been pre-withered though through steady use is basically back to being good as new. Petra's lungs also never fully recovered, a mild chronic cough left in its wake, though gets worse whenever Petra is sick and her body is weak again. Speaking of... -> Wither (Sickness) Wither typically enters the body through a physical wound and spreads through the circulatory system. Affecting the blood, it attacks and weakens the inflicteds organs and continues to be spread further by the heart simply doing its job. Variant Two is caused by contact to the Wither Storm (See: What happened to Gabriel.) The wither storm is not the only way to get sick with wither, but is the worst and long lasting. From weakest to strongest: Wither roses - Wither Skeletons - The Wither - Wither Storm. Injuries from all but the Wither Storm will eventually run their course as it doesn't have a consistent source to keep pulling from; thanks to its use of the command block, this does not apply to the Wither Storm. Wither acts similarly to being poisoned, though it acts slower, its side effects and danger are far worse, and dying cannot be ruled out of possibilities even for the weakest source of it. Untreated wither will kill the inflicted if they become too weak before the body can get it out of its system. -> Relationships Generally Petra is very much a provider, she cares intensely for people she's close to and enjoys doing acts of service for them. Her relationships mean a lot to her, and it tends to lead to her putting all of herself into the people she cares about; sometimes for better or for worse. Lukas and Petra have been friends for awhile, well before either of them knew about Jesse and his friends. While not exactly childhood friends, they've known each other long enough to know each other and certainly act the part.

Petra and Stella didn't always have a strained relationship, in fact when they'd first gotten to know each other things were great. Stella respected Petra's capabilities, found her affinity for exploration and her skill in combat to be amazing. Though over time, it became less admiration and more of manipulation, Petra was an easy source of loot Stella both couldn't and didn't want to get on her own... and who better to turn to than the explorer who loved her. Things did not end on good terms between the two, and ended very bitterly given even after Petra gave her another chance she was subjected to getting tricked into doing work all over again. (S2) Petra has a fond admiration towards Olivia, though believing at most that the girl could use a bit more guts and trust in her own abilities; after all she's done things most of the rest of the group couldn't even with all the time in the world! Really a brains and brawn type situation, and the two often bounce off of each other a bit. Olivia appreciates having the company, and someone who even if she doesn't fully understand whats going on is intent to help get the materials to make it possible if need-be, in return Petra has been able to pick up bits of knowledge, the way redstone works at least in its bare minimum and some of the internals of more machinery in Redstonia. ...While the she might never fully utilize that knowledge, it makes Olivia happy to have someone else in the group be attentive and care about what makes her happy. Petra and Jesse have also been very close, though it did take some time for her to warm up to the way Jesse was so... enthusiastic to even be recognized by her sometimes. Though, through everything the two know they can rely on one another to have each others back. Though neither of them could ever see each other romantically, it's still an undeniable how fundamentally close they'd become. It's definitely more than just a friendship, but neither of them could probably concisely tell you anything about their relationship on a level past "Well, we aren't dating..." Even in light of the others having different responsibilities to tend to, Jesse was still there; The adventures didn't have to end, and they didn't, and Petra wasn't alone because of Jesse's willingness to go with her on whatever excursion she needed to, or wanted to. - If you read all of this ur a real one... three thousand wither storms upon you as thanks 💜

[joocomics]

ಬ made in heaven

pairing: dj!jiung x fem!reader

genre: smut — mdni! wc: 1.4k

contains: strangers to lovers trope, car sex, light sub/dom dynamics, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pet names, restraints (handcuffs), voice kink, jiung uses a cheesy pick up line as reader wears an angel costume for halloween and it works

a/n: this was supposed to come out yesterday (10/07), but i was exhausted from work and completely forgot to post it >< happy belated birthday jiung, your blue era will never be forgotten ♡

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“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”

You turn around to see exactly the face you've been wishing to get the chance to see up close. It's been a while since you saw him for the last time and you're surprised to realise that you haven't forgotten his face at all.

It's not just his captivating blue hair that still keeps you intrigued, it's everything about him.

“You’ve probably heard this multiple times tonight already,” he chuckles as the corners of his lips slide up nervously, “sorry.”

You smile back, pleased to see him flustered. As you both allow your gazes to drag up the other’s body, your head tilts to the side playfully.

“Your name?”

Of course, you know his name already. But you don't want him to ever find out that you've asked around about him, or that you stalked his Instagram account the same night you saw him play for the very first time at this exact club you are right now.

“Jiung.”

“Jiung,” you repeat his name like it’s something you can taste on your tongue, “so you don't use a special DJ name or anything like that?”

“No,” he shakes his head; the charming smile doesn't leave his face, “I'm Jiung here as much as I am outside this club. What's your name?”

“I liked your set, Jiung.” Well, you always do. There are a few reasons why you continue to come here with your friends, and one of them definitely has to do with the addictive effects his seamless selections of tracks have on your body. “I’m Y/N.”

“And I enjoyed watching you have fun to it, Y/N.” He makes a quick pause before speaking out your name as he feels lucky to be able to know it. He wants to savour each letter.

The way you danced earlier with your friends caused him to keep glancing up at your silhouette as if you're some sort of a celestial vision. The way your body swayed rhythmically to the music kept distracting him not only because your sexy white dress with small shimmering wings undeniably stood out in the colorful crowd with blazing lights, but also because you've stolen his attention few times before already and he remembers you. He couldn’t help, but notice the way your eyes searched for him too.

“You've been watching me?”

Your bodies move closer. The techno beats which keep on booming intensely in the thick air isn't the only thing bringing you closer though.

You pick up on the way his eyes explore your face like they've been waiting for the proper moment to do so. There's a lustful spark in them that holds onto your gaze and you feel your excited heart come to a halt beneath your dress.

Jiung's lips curl flirtatiously as he’s about to answer and the sight floods your veins with adrenaline rush.

“I think it's impossible not to spot a beautiful angel like you.” His attention goes to your lips as they part slightly in surprise. “I notice you every time.”

At that moment, you both realise that neither of you wants to stay in this crowded club anymore. You both crave some privacy, and it’s time for you to say goodbye to your friends.

You didn't expect for things to escalate so quickly like this; for this Halloween party to suddenly lead you to Jiung’s car where he helps you adjust on his lap, pressing you down harder and groaning into your neck from how nice it feels to have you melting in his embrace.

“You're so gorgeous,” he whispers at your ear before continuing to nibble on your skin. Every time he speaks he sounds as if he's intoxicated, but he's completly sober. “Where have you been all this time?”

For some reason your divine costume of an angel only turns him on even more, and he can't stop roaming his hands along the fabric of your simple, but yet pretty dress that's hugging your curves perfectly, and your fishnet stockings - they occasionally tempt him to look down as his fingertips curiously sneak through them, but soon enough he loses patience and asks almost out of breath from your long kisses:

“Can I?”

And once you nod, because you’re unable to form proper sentences at the moment, with one swift move Jiung rips them off, exposing your panties.

You drag the dress up at your waist before shutting your eyes closed at the sudden, but delightful contact of his fingers against your clit. Needy sounds already start escaping your throat as he maintains circling motions at the right spot meanwhile your one hand keeps your panties to one side, not wanting him to stop even for a second.

“You sound so pretty, angel…” He utters before pressing an open mouthed kiss against your collarbone. “Don’t stop, baby.”

Your skin warms up more and more with each word he says; with each following touch of his gentle lips that travel along your cleavage. And his voice… it spreads so captivatingly in the silence to the point the warm knot of arousal doubles in your body just by the sound of it.

“Right there,” you plead as the fingers of your one hand run through his vibrantly blue hair; the other is pressed against the car window, keeping you steady.

Jiung would love to keep savouring the nice feeling of your pussy, but your rising moans turn him eager to feel you other ways. He slowly retrieves his hand and kisses your neck one last time before leaning back to unzip his pants.

As you anticipate the moment with dazed eyes and racing heartbeat, your attention moves to the right seat next to you. It’s empty except the pair of handcuffs that’s left there.

You look at Jiung questionably as you pick them up.

“I was going to be dressed up like a cop for one of my friends’ parties.” He explains, meeting your sparkling eyes. Your little halo is tilted, he notices.

“I think I’ll wear them better.” A sly smile appears on your lips as you lean in to whisper: “Handcuff me.”

“Why?” Jiung asks playfully; his tone is soft, but in the most erotic way. “You’ve been such a good angel.”

And he’s right, but he does it anyway.

You tell him you can get naughty when you’re impatient meanwhile he simply likes the look of your wrists restrained together and dangling at his chest as you bounce up and down.

Your fingers clench desperately at Jiung’s hoodie at the same time as his own sink into your hips wanting to support your movements; to keep up the nice pace that has you both panting in sync as he bumps into your sweet spot again and again.

“Fuck—“ You mewl when your walls grip onto his cock harder as the firm grip on your body shifts around your waist. “I’m gonna cum,” you utter breathlessly. The way you fall back down starts to look and sound sloppy, but nonetheless eager to reach your peak.

Jiung’s hands go beneath your ass to hold you tighter. “Stay like this for me, angel,” he asks, as now his hips do the rest of the work. The sudden relentless slamming results into your mind going completely numb as you stay still with your muscles tensing from the thrill.

The lewd sharp sounds of his hips flying up to crash repeatedly into you fill the dark small space. Your heavy breaths turn the windows around you even foggier every time they melt into each other until they elevate into one blissful wailing the moment your thighs begin to shake as the climax washes over you.

The intense warmth floods your body in one strong wave, electrifying every part of you as Jiung pulls out in a hurry to release onto your stomach.

You lean back, staring down at the white ropes of arousal marking your skin. Jiung’s voice quietly shakes as his mouth hangs open in delight; the tight fist around his length gradually calms down.

“You have a pretty voice,” you speak up first after he looks up in search for your eyes. Your words come out much more mellow now as you normalise your breathing. “Have you ever thought about a singing career?”

“I don’t think so,” he replies through a coy chuckle.

That’s the last thing he expected to hear from you in a moment like this. He stares at you with an obvious intrigue as you smile, running your hands up and down his chest.

“Well, you should consider it. I don’t need to hear you sing to know you have it in you.”

The truth is, Jiung kind of made up that answer. He often sings not only in his head, but also out loud, as he walks around his apartment, doing different mundane things… but he’s fully aware you already know he just lied to you.

His hands stroke your thighs as they still keep him down. The noise the metal handcuffs create around your wrists rings in the heavy air with lustful aroma.

“I will.” He nods, fixating his lazy gaze back on yours. “You can be my muse. Every artist has one. Right, angel?”

Is this his way to ask if he’s going to see you again, you wonder…

The answer to both is yes.

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[zepskies]

This is more of a Sam and Dean request than a reader and Dean request but what about Sam having a crush on Dean's gf? How would he react to that, I am honestly CRAVING angst and this is the angstiest, is that a word, thing I could think of, I am so sorry if you don't like angst or this makes you uncomfortable!!!

Oh my God. You killed me with this one, hun. 😫😫 I have another SB imagine coming next week, but I thought I'd put out this one for Dean to break it up a bit.

Pairing: Dean W. x Reader, one-sided Sam W. x Reader Word Count: 1,500

Imagine: You are Dean's one exception.

Sam knows it's wrong.

You're smart, with a degree in history that aids them well on hunts.

You're sharp, with a smart mouth that rivals Dean's (and keeps him on his toes).

But you're also kind. You take care of him and Dean with all the feminine grace and care they've never had in their lives.

Sam realizes it when he's up until 3 a.m. in the bunker's War Room. He's sat at the table, researching, eyes bleary, hands cramping from turning pages. And he finds a mug of hot tea sliding next to his idle hand on the table.

You're there with a smile and a hand on his shoulder. "Workin' hard or hardly working?"

Sam clears his throat and nods, chuckles a little. "I'm good." He eyes the mug. "Thanks, though I might need something stronger."

You eye him with gentle reproach. "Nope. Green tea is better for you this late at night. You really should go to sleep, Sam."

Sam tacitly agrees, but only because he can feel the warmth of your hand through his clothing, and it makes his face warmer than the tea. He watches you walk away, notices the curve of your ass in those little shorts. He can imagine your warm hands on his body, caressing him. He can imagine letting his lips graze your skin, exploring you, then devouring you.

And that's when his thoughts stutter to a halt. Sam inwardly cringes.

Despite his sleep-deprived brain, he's reminded that you're traveling down the hall to the room you share with his brother, and for Sam, it's nothing short of torture.

Because he realizes then that he isn't just fond of you. He doesn't love you like an older brother, or even a quasi-brother-in-law. He wants you.

Again, Sam knows it's wrong...but he can't help it. It's one of the saddest cliches in the fucking book. You're his brother's girl, and he wants you for himself.

And it's getting harder to hide it from Dean. They know each other too well -- a result of having no one but each other, but more practically, having lived in such close quarters for so long before they discovered the bunker.

When Sam gets hurt on a hunt, the cut is at a bad angle. He can't quite reach, so you dutifully come around and gently move his hand out of the way to do the stitch yourself. You tsk at him in playful disappointment. "I swear, it's a wonder you and Dean aren't walking patchwork quilts at this point."

Sam chuckles through his nose, wincing when the movement pulls on the stitch. You shoot him a stern look. "Stop moving."

"You're the one making me laugh!" he says, smiling incredulously.

"I don't accept excuses," you retort. "Keep still, please."

"Yes, ma'am," Sam says, his breath hitching for a different reason as he feels your soft hands along his side. He plays it off as pain. "Sorry," you murmur more sincerely. He tells you it's okay. His gaze flicks up, unconsciously finding Dean's face across the room.

He's just finished cleaning a cut on his hand. But he's been watching; Sam can tell. Dean's too perceptive not to notice Sam's discomfort. He probably even knows why. Sam can see a glint of it in Dean's eyes, the stoic front of his face.

"There we go!" you say in satisfaction, and you pat Sam's bare arm. He gives you a wan smile. "Thanks."

"You done, sweetheart?" Dean asks. You get up from your seat by Sam. "What do you need?" you ask.

"You. Come 'ere," he says with a smile, giving you a beckoning finger. "I felt that knot on the back of your head earlier. Think you're slick?"

You huff, but you also smile, in the way you only do for Dean. Sam watches you get up and go to Dean, who touches your cheek, stroking with a thumb first. Then he parts your hair to inspect the back of your head, and you wince a bit. You did fall pretty hard, now that Sam thinks of it. He frowns.

Dean lets out a deep breath. "You've got a nasty bump. You're taking it easy tonight, got it?"

"Yeah? Gonna help me relax?" you whisper. But Sam still hears you, because apparently no one taught you how the hell to whisper.

Dean smirks. "Watch it. I'll think you're flirting with me."

You give him a coy smile as your hand travels up his chest, between the open edges of his plaid shirt, then all the way down, to tease at his belt. "Believe me, when I do, you'll be the first one to know."

Dean's smirk deepens, but his eyes are softer. He closes a hand around yours and brings it to his lips. You lean up and request, wordlessly, for a kiss. Dean obliges you, capturing your lips with a soft kiss.

He eventually breaks from you, only to press his lips to your forehead next, closing his eyes with a sigh. He doesn't like it when you try to hide your injuries from him. You just don't want him to worry so much.

You smile and rest against his chest afterwards. It's clear as day what your heart holds.

It's hard for Sam to watch. His throat constricts, but he takes pains to avert his gaze.

He's so full to the brim with this that he sees no other recourse. He catches Dean alone in the kitchen and tries to make a confession. "Dean, we need to talk."

"Can it wait 'til I'm done?" Dean's plating up some stovetop mac and cheese -- your favorite.

"You're done cooking," Sam points out. Dean looks up at him. "We're doing a little dinner in bed situation. I made her promise to take it easy."

Sam admires the way Dean takes care of you. He really does. But it's also like a small oyster knife twisting in his gut. "Good. I'm glad," is all he says. "Yeah, we can talk later."

"Later" doesn't come for a long time. Weeks, in fact. But every time he tries to broach the problem, Dean finds a way to wiggle out of having the conversation. Always a distraction. A hunt. A fire you almost started in the kitchen. Being "in the middle" of something -- something in the bedroom that you insist needs Dean's immediate attention. Sam gives up for a while after that.

But Winchesters are nothing if not goddamn stubborn. Sam finally catches Dean alone in his room for once. You've gone to the grocery store, leaving the brothers alone in the bunker, but not for long, so Sam needs this chance.

"Dean, can we talk?"

Dean looks up at his brother from where he sits on the edge of his bed. He taps his knee, releases a breath. They both know what this is.

"Are you gonna do more than talk?" Dean asks. It's not what Sam expects. "What?"

"Whatever's on your mind, are you ever gonna do something about it?" Dean asks.

Sam stares back at his brother. He thinks. Hard. He's flipped back and forth for months. If he tells you how he feels, it's over. Things will never be the same between the three of you. It'll confuse you. It might even hurt you. It'll hurt Dean. Sam loves you both, if in very different ways.

So Sam is a bit deflated when he raises his resigned gaze and meets his brother's. "No."

After a moment, Dean nods. "Then we've got nothing to talk about."

But... Sam wants not to want you. Not to love you. Deep, deep down, a large chunk of him feels that he shouldn't have to hide himself. That you have a right to know the depths of what he feels, and what he feels for you.

"I see you're not convinced," Dean says dryly. Sam is silent, until Dean sighs and beckons him over. Sam obliges and sits down next to his older brother, the man he's looked up to (at least metaphorically) his whole life.

"I'd give my life for you. You know that. Right, Sammy?" Dean says. "If I couldn't tear the world apart, I'd lay myself out flat."

Sam sighs. "Dean..." Of fucking course he knows that. Dean already had given his life for him once. Remembering that only adds to Sam's guilt.

Dean meets Sam's gaze directly then. "But this is where I draw the line. She's my line," he says. His face is almost stoic, but his eyes are filled with unyielding fire. "I'm not layin' down on that. Not for you. Not for anyone."

Sam's heart clenches with every kind of pain, but he's also never respected his brother more. He nods. "I get it."

"No, you really fucking don't," Dean says. He's more than serious. "I mean it, Sam. I'll break your damn nose."

After a long moment, Sam nods. He knew Dean loved you. Of course he did. But this is the first time Sam truly understands how deeply. How completely. It's more than jealousy can fathom.

Sam realizes then that he lost, even before he began.

AN: Whew! 😮‍💨 I got way deeper into this than I expected to. Poor Sam. 😭 But I hope this scratched your angsty itch, my dear!

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Oh! Duh, I have an awesome hc theme I've been toying with since I'm planning that fic.

How Dammon, Zevlor, and Rolan (or any other tieflings you'd like to add) would handle a human friend for SO asking about their fiendish traits (horns, tails, eyes, claws). They're hoping for a closer look or even maybe to touch. They've never met or been near a tiefling before. They've of course very polite and even a bit bashful, not wanting to make them uncomfortable. Feel free to throw some nsfw if you want. 💙

This was an absolute blast to write, it's not a secret that I love my tieflings infernal traits :)

I added in just a lil bit of NSFW as a treat, too

Light NSFW under the cut

The bachelors with a partner that wants to explore their tiefling traits

Dammon

Our lovely blacksmith is more than happy to let you have a better look at his infernal traits

Honestly, he finds the way you blush when you try and ask for permission so endearing

Lets you run your fingertips over his tail and horns, Dammon will offhandedly mention they're sensitive

If you bring up hearing that tieflings have ridges and bumps on their skin he'll offer to take off his shirt

You can see the way his breath hitches when you feel the ridges on your chest

Dammons never had so much attention centred on his infernal traits, he's honestly a little embarrassed

If your hand happens to drift nearer to his waistband then he'll be embarrassed for a whole different reason

Once you get to this point, just a single insinuation that you're curious what the rest of a tiefling looks like is enough to get Dammon into bed

He absolutely chuckles at the surprised way you look at his dick, he takes your hand to help you wrap it around him too

By the end of the night you'll be very familiar with tiefling anatomy-

Zevlor

Things go much slower with Zevlor

He's happy to let you feel over his horns and ears, or look into his eyes even if it was a little embarrassing

You'll even be able to feel his tail on occasion, even if you aren't dating him

It's only once the two of you are together and you're reading one of his books on tieflings that you ask if he really has ridges and bumps all over his body

He stumbles over his words a little bit before confirming that they do have them on their bodies, but not quite covering every bit

I feel like you wouldn't see much of Zevlors skin until you two have sex for the first time

Afterwards, while the two of you are lounging in your bed with your bodies pleasantly aching

That's when you can run your fingers over his chest and shoulders to see how they feel

And, surprising you both, Zevlor will start purring

It's then that he runs his own hands over your skin and explains more of his anatomy to you

Particularly about purring, and why tieflings do it

This entire time his tail will absolutely be wrapped around you, likely one of your legs

Rolan

If you show any curiosity for his infernal traits in front of his siblings then they're teasing you both endlessly

If you ask very nicely when in private then he'll let you feel his horns, but he grumbles the whole time

You can get a good feel of Rolans tail when he's tired because it's likely he's already wrapped it around you

And if you want to see the rest of him?

Like with Zevlor, having sex is probably your best chance

Honestly, just give his horns a firm tug while making out and he's snapping his fingers to magically strip you both

I can just see him lying you down on his bed as he pushes into you, taking your hands in his and running them over the ridges on his chest

Definitely teases you for wanting to feel him up

"Is it everything you hoped for, darling?"

Rolan loves when you trace your fingertips over each bump on his shoulders, he absolutely lies on top of your chest to give you easy access

He also looks the prettiest when his head is on your chest, sleepy eyes looking up at you while he purrs

[kpopsexstories]

NCT Dream Dating Ban #8: All 7 members Pt. 3/3

NCT Dream can’t date girls. As their gay friend you help them out with their sexual needs. (Part 3 of 3)

This is a 100% gay smut story. Check out this post for my straight smut and this post for more gay smut.

Pairing: NCT Dream x Male Reader

Content: The boys gather around you on the bed and shoot their loads on your naked body.

Type of Sex: WILD

Word Count: 3.7k

Previous parts in the NCT Dream 'Dating Ban' series: Jisung Pt. 1, Jisung Pt. 2, Haechan, Mark, Renjun Pt. 1, Renjun Pt. 2, Jeno Pt. 1, Jeno Pt. 2, Chenle, Jaemin Pt. 1, Jaemin Pt. 2, All Members Pt. 1, All Members Pt. 2.

You’re not quite sure how you ended up in this situation. What you do know is that you’re loving it, and that the boys of NCT Dream love it too.

The dating ban is unlikely to still be an issue after your week with them. At least from a sexual point of view. You’ve opened up a box of hot sex that they can have with each other at will, right in the comfort and safety of their own dorm. Maybe some of them have done all this before, but probably not to this extent.

Actually, you know exactly how you got to this point. It’s been forty-five minutes since Renjun walked in to join you and Jisung in bed. Things have only escalated from there, and everyone does indeed seem oddly comfortable with the intense, erotic gay orgie you’re currently and unexpectedly engaged in.

Considering how quickly they’ve all accepted it and how into it they all are, you're certain that this is not going to be the last orgie they have.

And you also know why it all started. It's been a hell of a week. Blocked by the company's dating ban Jisung, Haechan, Mark, Renjun, Jeno, Chenle and Jaemin have all come to you for help. They've been desperate and horny, and you've already had sex with each of them individually.

This, all eight of you naked in the same bed, is the ultimate finale to your memorable visit.

You’re on all four on the bed, feet dangling over the edge of the mattress. Behind you, Chenle is doing the best he can. He has his hard dick deep inside you, fucking you for the first time at a wobbly pace. You can tell he’s not used to it but that he’s really enjoying himself.

To your left, Renjun is on his back with his legs in the air. Haechan is on top of him, plowing away like they’ve done this regularly for years. You’ll later learn that it’s actually not their first time, even if it hasn't been a regular occurrence.

Jeno has stepped down from his position at the top of the bed, where he previously observed the hot sex from above while you sucked him. Now he’s laying on his side beside you, caressing Chenle’s leg with his feet while altering between kissing your lips and Jaemin’s above him.

Of all the men except Renjun and Jisung, Jeno is certainly the one who seems the most comfortable with all of this.

Jaemin is laying stretched out in Jeno’s arms, chest to chest with him. While they’re not having penetrative sex they’re making out and exploring each other. The sight is an insane turn-on, the way their broad and muscular bodies rub closely together. It's incredibly hot to watch.

On a chair by a desk in the corner of the room, Jisung has found a new partner and dick besides your own. Mark is sitting on the chair, legs spread wide and Jisung in his lap. The latter is bouncing up and down the way you’ve taught him, with an arm around Mark’s neck and Mark’s hands all over his back and skinny ass. Seeing your best friend riding another man's cock makes you feel exceedingly proud.

As all this is happening you can’t help but reflect on the implications of it. What the boys are doing is a huge risk and you know it. If the company found out there would be consequences, not to mention the trouble they'd be in if the public did. Their careers would be over.

At the same time, they're in the comfort of their own home. You know better than most that what an idol shows on stage and social media is just a fraction of their true selves. What really goes on in their spare time is not something any outsider will ever know about, nor do they need to know.

You contemplate all this as you rock steadily back and forth. Chenle is growing more confident by the minute, and inspired by Haechan and Renjun's rough fucking beside him he's soon plowing you from behind at an increasingly fast and steady pace.

Jeno comes in to kiss you occasionally, and a thought suddenly occurs to you: you're not an outsider. You're in the thick of things, literally. This is perhaps even your fault.

Jisung suddenly interrupts your thoughts. He begins to moan somewhere behind you, another thing he’s learned to do and enjoy gradually during all the times you’ve had sex this past week. The louder his moans get while he rides Mark’s dick on the chair, the more the others in the room become aware of it.

Haechan is the first to react visibly to the fast and shallow panting and whimpering. He suddenly sits up straight and pulls out of Renjun, to turn around and get a better look at what his friends are doing. Renjun too sits up, and together they watch Jisung’s back and ass as he jumps faster up and down on Mark’s lap.

Chenle notices the change in the others. He looks up from your ass for the first time since he began fucking you, and turns to glance in Mark and Jisung’s direction. He meets Haechan’s eyes and they grin wide at each other.

Jeno is next to respond. Jaemin is fully on top of him, outstretched and horny in his arms, but Jeno pushes him off. Jaemin sits up on his knees and looks at your back and shoulder from the side, and on Chenle's shaft still throbbing inside you.

You're the last one to sit up and turn around to get a peek at the show in the corner. When you lean into Chenle's arms and chest and see it, you suddenly exclaim: “Fuck, that’s hot!”

Jisung turns around. He notices all the eyes on him and begins to giggle. He’s definitely graduated with top marks, you think and smile to yourself.

“Hot is an understatement,” Jaemin mumbles beside you.

“Oh my God,” Chenle gasps and abruptly pulls his dick out of your ass.

“Fuuuck me,” Haechan says slowly with his mouth open.

It’s like they’ve only now realized what they’ve all been doing all along, and that the reality of the situation is beginning to sink in.

Mark, who has also realized that he’s being watched, finds the whole thing incredibly arousing. And a little amusing. To play with his friends he suddenly begins to moan and groan loudly. “Ahh, Jisung, mm, fuck yeah!” he says. “Ahhh, fuuck, you’re so tight Jisung!”

Several of the boys laugh. But as funny as they think it is they’re all a hundred times more turned on by it. There’s not a single person or dick in the room that isn’t extra stiff in this moment.

Behind Jisung’s head there’s a clock on the wall. As you watch the show you suddenly spot it. “Fuck!” you exclaim, and not in a sexy way this time. “I have to get to the airport!”

Your visit is nearly over. Today is the day you go home. Everyone is suddenly on high alert, because no one actually wants their pocket pussy to leave.

“We have to come first,” Jeno is quick to say.

“Yeah!” Chenle agrees, a sense of rushed panic in his voice and on his face.

“Yes,” Renjun says calmly and looks at you as if to say, ‘you're not leaving before we do’.

Jisung twists his neck in your direction. “We- better- hurry- then-,” he says while Mark is still thrusting into him.

Then they suddenly stop, and Jisung slowly stands up. Mark lets out a final groan when the tight grip releases his dick, before everyone quickly springs to action.

*****

You're on your back on the center of the bed, legs stretched long and your tongue out while you jerk your dick furiously.

Seven naked men are on their knees around you. By your feet, Mark and Chenle are rubbing shoulders while stroking themselves fast. Going clockwise, Haechan, Jisung and Renjun are to your right, the latter flapping his dick directly above your face.

To your left, Jeno's dick is the closest, his hand almost hitting Renjun's as they pleasure themselves faster and faster. By his side, Jaemin is leaning slightly backwards while pointing his dick outward over your stomach and thighs.

You focus on Jeno and Renjun above you, your tongue ready to catch their cum. You look at Jeno's sexy abs and chest, then briefly glance down to see the others furiously work on themselves, suddenly competing against the clock. You feel oddly excited about what’s to come.

Turned on by the proximity to your face Jeno is the first to burst. He checks out Renjun's slim body before he closes his eyes and announces his orgasm with a grunt.

You close your eyes too and raise your head in his direction. The tip of the dick brushes against your lips. Then you suddenly feel the hot sperm as it shoots out onto your tongue, nose and chin.

You squint and the muscles in your face twist as it gets covered in it. Everyone else is staring at you, eyes wide and mouths open. Surely this must be the most intense sexual experience any of them have ever had.

Chenle by your feet is next. He suddenly bends over, holding himself up with one hand on the bed between your legs. You see his pleasured expression as he moans and groans, and feel the sperm as it sprays across your thighs and crotch. Considering how hard he came the last time you made him orgasm you can only imagine how much he's now producing.

The others keep flapping their hands and flicking their wrists. The sounds you all make fills the room. You catch Jaemin spitting in his hand, lubing his dick up for a more intense pleasure.

Mark holds Chenle around the hip and ass from the side while he waddles a little closer to you. He rubs shoulders with Jaemin to your left. Renjun's dick keeps slapping against your cheek. You briefly catch him and Jisung kiss. Haechan and Jaemin have their eyes closed, and Jeno looks flushed and flustered and has started to breathe heavily above you.

The next to go are you and Mark, who both reach your peak at the same time. The warm sensation of Chenle's sperm on you and his body lingering over your dick and hand – and the salty taste of Jeno's cum dripping into your mouth – makes you hot and horny as fuck.

Mark abruptly jolts and his load shoots in a single long string that first hits Chenle's side and then your chest.

Simultaneously, you shoot yours straight up where it hits Chenle's neck and shoulder. Some even gets on his chin. He quickly turns his head sideways and backs away from you to protect himself, only to get caught in Mark's second wave which hits him in the hair and on his forehead.

“Uggh, shit,” Chenle grunts and quickly gets back up on his knees. Several of the boys around him chuckle.

Jisung is suddenly breathing heavier. Louder, more shallow and rapid puffs of air as his face becomes slightly red and his arms flex harder. He's stroking his cock even faster and leans slightly forward.

“Ahh, Ahhh, AHHHH!” he exclaims. Everyone has turned to look at him.

His dick erupts and he sprays your stomach with his cum. You catch Haechan smirking widely beside him while stroking the man on the back and ass, as if helping and encouraging his friend.

“Ahhh, mmmmpfh,” Jisung grunts while more sperm shoots onto your body. “Holy shit!”

You smile to yourself as your body becomes covered, and feel relaxed as you're coming down from your own high. Your eyes meet Jisung's and he smiles lovingly back at you while he sits down on his knees and ass.

‘I love you,’ you mouth to your friend and smile wide.

‘I love you too,’ he mouths back.

Only Jaemin, Haechan and Renjun remain. Haechan realizes this and leans in over Jisung's body to kiss Renjun. They begin to make out and you all watch, eagerly awaiting their orgasms.

Haechan breaks up the kissing when he grunts and thrusts forward. He grabs his dick with both hands and jolts it between his fingers. He aims the head at your crotch and sprays your half slack dick with thick cum.

Chenle comes in and puts an arm on Haechan's back. He leaning in closer to get a better view.

Renjun is second last. His dick returns to your face and he smears the tip of it in Jeno's cum. Then he flaps his hand furiously until he orgasms and adds more to your painted body. You have your mouth wide open but he misses the target, hitting your chin and reaching as far as Jeno's thigh on the other side.

Jeno doesn't notice. He's suddenly making out with Jaemin, the two of them totally engaged in each other.

Everyone else have their eyes on your face, studying your cum-drenched body with fascination. But they gradually turn to Jaemin, who eventually realizes that the pressure is on.

“Last again,” Jeno says and chuckles. Jaemin pulls away from him and scoffs.

He suddenly makes a move, by lifing a leg over your thighs and crotch, accidentally kicking Mark's side in the process. Chenle and Haechan make some space for him as he sits down on your now soft dick and scoots forward.

He aims his cock at your chest and neck and jerks it, fast and steady. Everyone is looking on in anticipation. Mark and Chenle peek out over his shoulder. Haechan and Renjun kiss again by your side. Jisung smiles lovingly at you from between their bodies, and Renjun's dick slides down your cheek and away from your face.

Jeno comes to stroke your hair with one hand, while staring at Jaemin's hot body and furious masturbation. Jisung pulls himself up with a hand each on Mark's and Renjun's shoulders. Chenle leans in closer again.

There's a sudden silence. Everyone becomes completely still. All except Jaemin, whose whole body shakes until he lifts his ass from your crotch and points his dick straight at you.

“Ahh, ahh,” he pants. “Ahh, I loved fucking you in the woods. Ahh, fuck you're tight. Ahh, ahh, yeah I love fucking your ass! Mm, f-fuuck, ahh, Ahh, I LOVE YOOOU!”

He erupts in a powerful explosion. Everyone is grinning wide. He shoots his load onto your chest and face, and you close your eyes again to protect them.

“Mmm,” you say and smack your lips for his pleasure, when some of his produce gets in your mouth. “Oh yeah, I love the way you fuck me. I've loved the way you've all fucked me.”

Several of the others laugh, a reaction of pure joy and ecstasy. Jaemin sits back down and slides down your thighs. You gently stroke his knees as he moves away, and Chenle and Mark come closer behind him.

Renjun suddenly leans down to kiss your lips. He smirks as he gets cum in his mouth, which stretches between your lips when he gets back up.

Haechan and Jisung kiss. Mark laughs and leans into Chenle's shoulder. Jaemin climbs off you and returns to his place next to Jeno.

Jeno stretches his back, standing tall on his knees while grinning and feeling his own front.

“That was insane,” he says and stretches his arms.

“Fucking great,” Renjun says and swallows.

“Thank you, friend,” Jaemin says and looks at you lovingly.

“You have to go,” Jisung points out. He gives Haechan one more kiss then is the first to get up and out of bed.

*****

“I see what you mean now,” you say and smile at Renjun. You take the towel from Jeno’s hand and begin to clean your soiled chest.

“What do you mean?” Renjun asks while he sits down on the edge of the bed.

“You told me there’s no shortage of women, and hinted that maybe women is not what you’re all after.”

Several of the boys laugh at your words, as they shuffle around to leave the room and find their scattered clothes. Their reaction puzzles you.

To clarify, you add: “I mean, there’s no way you guys haven’t had sex before.”

Jeno has sat down beside you. He looks at you with a soft and sweet smile, as if to say ’you have no idea’. But his words don't match his smirk. “Actually, we never have,” he says.

“Well, some of us have,” Renjun corrects him.

“Who?” Chenle asks while playing with his slack dick. He looks genuinely clueless.

“Haechan and I have had sex before. Jeno and I have… well, experimented. And Mark probably doesn’t remember this, but I came to his bed once and he did briefly penetrate me, but we were both drunk and I don’t think he knows that this happened.”

Mark pretends to look shocked. “I did not!” he exclaims. It’s unclear to you if he's denyining it, really can't remember, or is just trying to be funny.

Regardless, you laugh out loud at the information being revealed to you. “So,” you say and look around the room. “You all actually do have a pocket pussy already.”

Jeno finds the term funny. He looks at Renjun and smirks. “I guess we do,” he confirms.

Mark chips in: “And now we have two.” For a moment you think he’s talking about you, but he’s looking directly at Jisung who is standing naked and slack half way to the door. “I mean, how many times have you had sex this week?”

Jisung looks bewildered. Then the implications of the statement dawns on him. “Yeeeah,” he says and grins. “More than I can count.”

“And how many of those were you the bottom?” Renjun asks.

Everyone is looking at Jisung now. His head turns from side to side and his eyes wander from person to person.

“I see where this is going,” he says with skepticism in his voice.

“Wait, can we fuck you?” Chenle asks and his face lights up. He seems to be the slowest to catch on.

“Pretty pleeease,” Haechan pleads when Jisung doesn’t immediately answer.

“Hey, I know you love it,” Renjun says and winks. Then he turns his head from Jisung, to you.

“Yes,” you’re quick to confirm. Jisung has grown to enjoy your dick inside him over the past week, and considering how desperate he was before you came to his rescue – like all of the boys were – you honestly think a sexual arrangement will be good for him. For all of them.

“Come on,” Jeno says and smiles a naughty smile. “We can’t not have sex again after what we’ve just done. And Renjun can’t satisfy us all alone.”

Renjun laughs and looks at Jeno. “Fuck no, imagine being the pocket pussy for all of you guys! My ass would be so sore I wouldn’t be able to dance.”

You look at him curiously, and when he catches your expression he quickly explains himself. “Oh come on, you’ve only been here a week. Imagine how horny these guys are! The dating ban is real, and they’ll be sexually frustrated for as long as we’re an active group.”

“I thought there was no shortage of women to have sex with in your life,” you say to tease him.

“Do you honestly still think women are enough to satisfy us?”

Everyone is suddenly looking at you, as you’re sitting naked and exposed in the middle of the bed. They all have various degrees of a smile of acknowledgement on their faces.

“No,” you say. “No, I definitely do not.”

And that’s where the conversation on the topic ends.

*****

One by one the boys start to leave Jisung’s room. Jisung steps aside and stands by his desk, while you remain seated on the bed waiting to be alone with your best friend again. In less than half an hour you need to be out of the apartment and on your way.

Mark and Haechan are the first ones out. They walk naked through the door, then disappear each to their own room to clean up and get dressed.

Jeno is next to follow. He turns and winks at you, and you admire his muscular body and flat ass as it disappears around the corner. You suddenly wonder if it’s the last time you’ll ever see him naked.

Chenle walks out naked too, and Jaemin wraps his towel around his waist. It's soiled, drenched in the sperm of eight young men. You catch him glancing at you.

“Ehm,” you say, your heart suddenly weighting heavy. “I… we... it’s...”

Jaemin knows exactly what you're trying to tell him.

“It’s okay,” he says and winks. “Maybe I’ll go to the lake to wash it off.”

“That's not what I meant,” you say and smile empathetically at him.

“I know,” he says and turns around. “I still love you as a friend.”

Renjun is the last one. He stops and turns toward you in the door, naked and with a serious expression on his face.

“Thank you,” he says.

“For what?” you ask.

“Just… Thank you.”

His words are heartfelt and sincere. And with them, a sudden silence falls over the room as he takes his leave.

Jisung remains standing by the desk. He looks at you, still with a faint smile on his face.

“What?” you ask and giggle. You throw yourself backwards on the bed.

“I don’t think you realize what you’ve done,” Jisung says and joins you in the giggle. He comes over to lay down beside you.

On the inside you think you do realize. But maybe the implications of what you’ve been doing for the past week carry a much bigger and deeper meaning than you’ll ever understand.

“Well,” you say and turn to your friend. You give him a quick kiss on the lips while he wraps his arm around your body. “I had a lot of fun. And you’re all welcome.”

Jisung merely smiles, then closes his eyes and rests his head on your chest.

“Please don’t leave,” he whispers.

“I have to,” you say and sigh. “But don’t worry, I’ll be back. One day, before you know it, we'll see each other again.”

[ragnarockz]

Gonna answer the other ask numbers that were not sent to me!

4. Dom, sub, or switch?

Both Agnes and Vidal are switches. I feel like that's only right. There's so much to explore with their power dynamics that it would be a shame to have one ONLY a dom and the other ONLY a sub. LET THEM EXPLORE! LET THEM PLAY!

5. Do they kiss with tongue?

I feel like Vidal does more than Agnes 👀 And I think it stems from Agnes not wanting to 'scare away' Vidal or make it seem like she's being this aggressive partner (but Vidal loooooves it when Agnes initiates kisses with tongue; doesn't happen often but it becomes more and more frequent)

6. What was their first time having sex like?

Vidal getting under Agnes' skin and Agnes realizing she's both super turned on and annoyed by Vidal so...I mean hey, might as well fuck it out 🤷🏻‍♀️ But it was super intimate and of course, it felt like that had done it all before (I think a lot of muscle memory comes back to Agnes being under the spell; little bits of Agatha poke through and remind Agnes of what she likes/dislikes/what Vidal/Rio likes/dislikes). There's some surprises or lapses in that deep seated memory but for the most part, very hot, very physical. Not as rough but bordering it; trying to see where they can push boundaries with each other

7. Who was their first kiss with?

I mean, it would have been Agatha and Rio waaaaaaay back ago so, each other 🥺

9. How often do they masturbate?

Agnes: Every fucking day, it not multiple times a day. She will literally just take off to go touch herself. I feel like she's very in tune with her body and listens to it; she doesn't really deny herself much of anything

Vidal: Often but not as often as Agnes. I feel like, she likes having Agnes actually around or in the room; she likes making Agnes watch 😈

11. How do they handle aftercare?

Agnes: The SOFTEST MOST CARING MOTHERFUCKER OUT HERE. Will literally pamper Vidal to death (hehe); her sweetness will kill you! Makes sure Vidal has everything she needs - reminds her to do all the important things (pee/drink water/sleep). And will just cover her in the softest kisses; super soft massages. Words of affirmation.

Vidal: I feel like Agnes craves physical touch after so, Agent Vidal would just wrap her arms around Agnes, holds her, cradles her head and strokes her hair. Agnes likes to lay her head down on Vidal's chest, stomach, lap. HOLD HER; PLEASE!

12. What is their biggest turn off?

Agnes: Being too rigid with the power dynamic - you gotta let her come back and leave on that one. Don't keep a too long or too short of a leash because she needs room to play with being in control and allowing Vidal to take over at the same time

Vidal: Being purposefully ignored/denied/or even like, Agnes not remembering something she said she liked/disliked. She likes to be heard and listened. She likes someone who can pay attention and retain information (but Agnes is a natural at that so, Vidal doesn't have to worry too much)

13. What do they think about when they masturbate?

Each other omg. Are you kidding me? Or even like, certain things they've said to one another while they were flirting/making out/fucking. A lot snaps back from previous experiences between them and they can both relay on that to get them off. I think Agnes likes to imagine words/audio cues more and Vidal likes to imagine visual cues.

15. Are they loud/vocal in bed?

Agnes more than Vidal. Agnes likes the audio cues, even if they're from herself (does she turn herself on with how loud she gets? duh). But Vidal will play into that, too 👀 She knows what Agnes likes to hear and at what pitch and when; it drives Agnes insane

17. What is the worst sex they've ever had?

Are these two even fucking other people? I don't think so; at least not in my hc. 'Worst' is probably like, if they got too drunk and thought it was a good idea to fuck around and before you know it, one of them is rushing to the bathroom to puke. I feel like that would suck but it's not a deal breaker of them never fucking again 😂 That just means the other gets to baby and take care of whoever was sick 🥺

19. Do they enjoy bondage?

Vidal more than Agnes 👀 Agnes sometimes reminds me of a flighty or caged animal; she needs to be let 'loose' and not so much tied down to one spot for too long. But Vidal has no problem with it; she has the patience of a saint and being tied to one place, one position doesn't bother her as much (it also allows a chance for Agnes to be fully in control and that also turns Vidal on)

[hyog-blog]

Fangs of Fortune (ep. 33 - ep. 34)

Okay, I might need therapy after this show now, but oh boy, did they end on a hopeful note (I mean that sweet special episode that made EVERYTHING better). I almost don't want to recount the torment that was the last few episodes, but it was pretty. And all of them are incredibly beautiful sufferers D:

Li Lun had a spectacular, albeit short, redemption arc, sacrificing himself both for Zhuo Yichen and, most importantly, Zhao Yuanzhou. LL and ZYZ are especially tragic if you come to think of it. They've both lived 30,000+ years, can you imagine the amount of cycles their relationship went through? They could have been enemies just out of boredom, and then lovers again, and then friends, and then whatever. They both don't pose as very sociable beings, so I imagine having each other in their lives was pretty important. Thus, losing the other one was pretty much unbearable. It's akin to losing a part of yourself, of your body and soul (once again, the TORMENT of Li Lun dying and what ZYZ was going through was palpable).

"I can't stand seeing him so useless."

And that moment when Zhao Yuanzhou needed to kill the phoenix but he couldn't utter the goddamn spell because Zhuo Yichen was in there, too, and he could have been killed. Gosh, give that old demon a break, hasn't he suffered enough already? (Mr.Guo says: nope, not nearly). But that handshake was hotter than a kiss, I swear :)

That moment when Zhao Yuanzhou was going to his death, leaving Wen Xiao behind and breaking A LOT at the passageway, realizing he wouldn't be able to keep any of his promises - to her and to him, that was almost worse than the death itself. Hou Minghao played it so well it physically hurt to see him like that.

Don't get me even started about Bai Jiu and how he held onto Zhuo Yichen's hair bells for strength and courage D: In the end, he was the one who saved everyone. A baby boy who was scared of everything.

And what a day it was for Wen Xiao to lose both her stepfather and her loved one. Zhao Yuanzhou did sacrifice him for her (otherwise she would have done it as a goddess for all those people), but a small evil voice in my head (probably Li Lun's XD) whispered that it's just one city, how many ppl could the Chongwu Camp have infected? Screw the city, save Zhao Yuanzhou XD Well, I'm obviously biased, so, yeah. One Great Demon saved the day, finally realizing his deathwish, which was no longer there.

Zhao Yuanzhou and Zhuo Yichen during the killing - it was just pure heartbreak. ZY manned up (if it's even applicable here) and did the deed himself, not waiting for ZYZ to go full-on Ying Long on him. Instant depression for the whole Demon Hunting Bureau, whoever was left there still. But kudos to our boy for saving a part of Zhao Yuanzhou's soul - just like Bing Yi did. And not only that, he went looking for it. I have no idea what you could do with a particle like that (can you grow him back? I'd like to think so, although Ying Long was kinda stuck and didn't seem too happy, hmm).

Also, the last person Zhao Yuanzhou saw was Zhuo Yichen D;

But still, that ending in the special was hopeful. Instantly made everything somehow less dreary and lonely. Zhuo Yichen's character growth was IMMENSE. Our boy went from hating demons who killed his family, then getting to know so many of them, and one especially well, and even to becoming one himself. And in the end, he refused to give up on Zhao Yuanzhou, saying he'd be guilty for the rest of his life if he didn't find him. Well, maybe that, but also because of their love, which was HUGE.

I like how the show explored different types of love - friendly, sisterly, brotherly, m/m, f/f, and everything in between. Unrequited love, platonic love, the whatever love - it's all been there. Pei Sijing's face said a lot when Wen Xiao told them she was also leaving - to stay in the Wilderness. It's not-really-funny how without Zhao Yuanzhou their whole team broke apart (well, some died, but each of them went their separate ways). I kind of hopefully imagine that if he came back, he'd probably want to spend a small eternity with Zhuo Yichen or Wen Xiao (or more likely both) and that could be a whole new adventure for them.

I sacrificed my night's sleep for this, no regrets whatsoever XD Not nearly enough kittens in the world to heal after this, though. But the show is so-so good.

[dare-to-dm]

I have such a love/hate relationship with the Assassin's Creed series.

On the one hand, I hate that it feels like Ubisoft is maliciously designing this franchise to eternally suck money out of my wallet without ever giving me narrative closure or quality design. Like, there are so many cynical at best design decisions in this series. For context, I'm currently playing Assassin's Creed Valhalla, and I've already played every mainline title up to this one, except for AC: Unity, because I've decided to die mad about the whole "It's too hard to make a female playable character" thing. And for a long time now, it feels like each new title is shallowly chasing industry trends in order to try to appeal to a more mainstream audience. In AC Valhalla, there are so many mechanics straight up lifted from other popular games, but implemented so poorly and in such a vestigial way that it doesn't feel cohesive. Like, they tried to implement the pawn system from Dragon's Dogma for some reason, or the puzzles from Senua's Sacrifice. And this is a sad look for a series that was at one time so groundbreaking that it was influencing other franchises instead. In addition to just stealing a grab bag of mechanics from other games, Assassin's Creed is sacrificing its own unique identity to emulate other popular genres, with the combat in AC: Valhalla feeling way more soul-sy than it has any rights to. I mean, there are straight up boss battles in this game.

Boss Battles. In an Assassin's Creed game.

And you can't even just straight up assassinate anyone anymore. Like, if the opponent NPC is a higher level than you, than an assassination is basically just a fancy attack that does a little extra damage. Meaning there's hardly a reason to bother with stealth anymore, you might as well open up combat with a big flashy ability that will at least stun other opponents.

To their credit, you can change this in the Settings. In fact, if there's one thing they put a lot of effort into designing, it's the difficulty options. You can make it so assassinations are always an instant kill. You can make it so that opponents are always the same level as you. You can precisely calibrate how much damage you give and receive. There are also difficulty options for the stealth and for the exploration. You can literally remap the controls however you like. Honestly, I laud them for this. Although a cynical side of me feels like it's also indicative of a weak vision for the game. Rather than crafting an experience for a specific audience, it's another attempt to design for broad appeal.

All this is not to mention all the crap they've gotten up to with their monetization strategies. That could be a whole other post.

I've stuck with the series due to my interest in the story, and it feels a little like they're holding that interest hostage. Each new release gives me tantalizing bread crumbs, but little if anything is ever truly resolved or answered. It leaves me wondering if there's any kind of master plan for the whole thing, or if they're literally just stringing me along with whatever bullshit they think will keep me engaged with no end in sight.

But on the other hand, sometimes those bread crumbs are so good.

Like, there's at least one person on the development team (and probably far more) who is putting real time and effort into making a well researched, intricate, interconnecting story. Someone who makes me feel rewarded for my 100% completion tendencies with all these little nuggets of story and character and clues that feels like it all adds up to something special.

A moment for me in AC Valhalla that reminded me of why I like this series so much is when the viking protagonist travels to "Vinland" and meets some First World People there, who in the game are speaking Iroquois. And there is no translation. Like the protagonist, you are stuck guessing what they are saying from their body language and context clues. It's such a cool way of getting you immersed in the story and setting, and it really stuck with me. And then of course I searched online for a translation, and it feels like the writing team integrated the lore and culture here very respectfully. Like with ACIII, it's clear they consulted with real current speakers of the language, and in addition there is an inclusion of a Mohawk creation myth (which also ties into tidbits explored in both ACIII and AC Rogue). And those creation myths might have been shared simply as a nod to the culture being presented here, but it might also tie into the greater mystery surrounding the Isu, which is cool to speculate about.

Basically, there are some really cool storytelling things happening in this series, and it often motivates me to research and learn a bit more about real history. I just can't give it up.

I've heard that AC Mirage was more of a "return to basics", and optimistically I hope that means the game mechanics are returning to more of what gives Assassin's Creed it's own unique identity. But as long as they keep giving me those narrative nuggets of gold, I'm stuck for the ride.

[hypostatic-oath]

I've the post about how you think comps would work and we are allow to ask. Assuming I read that right.

And if so, I was wonder if you had any thoughts on how Dehya, Zhongli, Ei or Nahdia team would interact. Especially when I often joke she the bodyguards to three Archons, even if she doesn't know Zhongli was a former Archon it still funny to me.

DEHYA MY BELOVED-

I can see her being very proud of being Nahida's bodyguard. That one is obvious right off the bat, those two would absolutely adore each other.

Dehiya is thankful for the old consultant on her team. There is something odd about the man, always in those heavy robes that cover his full body - she has no doubt that out of all of them, he'd have the hardest time in the desert. And yet, the refined gentleman never seems to issue a complaint.

They've developed a kinship, she figures, of being the two mortals sided by two gods. Dehiya assumes he is the one meant to watch over the Electro Archon, just as she is the protector of Lesser Lord Kusanali. His shield is nearly impenetrable, and he is rarely ever startled... to her, it makes sense why you'd chosen him to be Eternity's guardian, even though the man hails from Liyue and not Inazuma.

They get along well, too - Ei seems to hold as much respect for him as he does for her, and the two converse with an ease that highlights the consultant's old age.

As for Nahida, she is slightly nervous. It is true that with Dehiya as her protector, and Rex Lapis raisong those shields of his, nothing will ever harm her. But she is still aprehensive to speak to the other two Archons - it has been a long time, and she has no idea how to introduce herself. She wonders if you'll give them time to play hopscotch together sometime amidst your exploration.

When you name Dehiya as the "Archons' Bodyguard", Ei is curious. She has fought for her entire life. Her skills are unparallelled. Why would she need a bodyguard? She's asked Morax about it, confused. Did you think she was weak? The old dragon had only laughed and said it was probably some sort of term of endearment - that Dehiya had been a bodyguard by trade before. Nevertheless, Ei was still curious about the woman's skill. Whenever you're logged off, the two can be found sparring. Both of them appreciate the opportunity to train.

During these times, the God of Wisdom sits next to the funeral consultant. Though reluctant at firstn their conversation ends up flowing. It is widely known that Zhongli likes to talk, and Buer, if given the chance and the encouragement to do so, will ramble about almost any topic. They have you to thank for placing them together in a team - they've become fast friends, and Nahida feels much more confident about approaching the rest of the Archons.

As for Ei and Nahida, it is almost the opposite. Both have been isolated for far too long, and neither knows how to start. The Raiden Shogun is an intimidating god, and her silence makes Nahida wonder if the ruler of Inazuma would even care to speak to her. As for Ei, she simply enjoys that Nahida has chosen to sit beside her, unaware of the God of Dendro's struggle as they both sit in silence. They eventually bond over their shared love for sweets, and as they grow closer, Nahida's worries diminish. It is not that Ei looks down on her - the Shogun is simply just as bad at interacting with new people as she is, or perhaps even worse. Kusanali is instilled with newfound resolve - she will share with the Electro Archon all that she's learnt from you and the Traveler when it comes to talking to others!

After months of traveling together, of being guided by you all across Teyvat, Dehiya has begun to suspect that there might be something odd about one of her travel companions.

You've named her the Archons' Bodyguard - Archons, plural - so what is Zhongli's role? The more she learns about the Shogun, the more she wonders why the Electro Archon would even need a bodyguard, let alone two.

Plus, the man's occupation makes no sense whatsoever. How does a funeral consultant learn to fight like that? He wears gloves, so she cannot thell whether his hands are calloused, but she's willing to wager they might be - he swings his polearm with an ease that tells her he is an experienced fighter. His dominion over his element is astonishing, and there is something... off, about how both her Archon and the Shogun talk to and about him.

Maybe one day one of them will slip off and call him Morax in front of her. Or maybe one day you'll tell her who he is. Either way, Zhongli drfinitely won't open up - both to preserve his secret identity, and because he knows that Dehiya finds comfort in the notion that she's not the only mortal among them.

[kit-williams]

Space Marine Husbandry Sentience AU Plot Beats

So I decided to write out the BARE BONES Basics of what it means to use my AU

Bonds are the bread and butter of this AU

Warp fuckery: Either it be Space Marines becoming docile (enough) to live with their human or on the human end of being sedated enough to stand the horrors that occasionally slip out... of course they wont remember the nightmarish conditions their Raven Guard said they experienced as a child... the warp wont let that paint their bonded like that

We've got space marines from the unification wars all the way to Primaris marines (Timeline is wide open)

The setting itself is a slice of life with a LARGE importance on domesticity and just humans being humans aka bonding with each other no matter how weird it is all HOWEVER the setting should also (not every story needs it but it is something part of the setting) be aware that there is various flavors of horror (body, fridge, domestic, cosmic, etc) and gratuitous violence in the setting.

The focus of the setting really is about the relationships between people and astartes; either between people who are and aren't affected by the warp; the astartes both early and late into the timeline; and loyal and chaos all having to live together on this one world so deep in the past of the setting.

The fact that Space Marines can do other things and exploring that aspect

What could be explored more?

The fact that they've been around since the 40s (maybe even earlier like the 20s) which means that western culture probably isn't exactly the same (because of Astartes Influence)

Astartes influenced goods/products (Basically there is a whole secondary economy as well as products either made by Astartes for other Astartes or made by Astartes for humans)

[onredrouge]

skk hate each other, and no one's actually surprised.

Everyone seems to be losing their shit over what Asagiri has said. And when I said everyone, it's mostly those skk haters celebrating their imagined downfall of Soukoku. To be honest, what Asagiri said doesn't surprise me anymore. 

I don't really get people saying Dazai and Chuuya don't hate each other when that has been the foundation of their relationship ever since their first meeting. They're both strong in their own ways, and they showcase that by never concealing what they feel about each other. Both of them have never been passively aggressive about that. They show it with their words and their actions; their entire dynamic is built on the fact that they hate each other's guts. Sometimes (or most of the time), it is that "oh, I hate you so much and you should pay attention to me so I could show you how much I hate you" kind of hatred. At some point, it was a childish exchange between two teenagers finally finding a sort of escape from their toxic environment in the form of annoying the hell out of each other. They spent time together, blah, blah, blah, and then it turned to an unexplainable visceral kind of hatred that allows them to work so well with each other like one soul in two bodies. Is it toxic? Maybe it is, just like all the other things they experienced and would never deserve. They're not some high school friends meeting up in a park after class. They're both morally gray individuals who find a sort of familiarity between their shared hatred towards each other. I can't really explain, and I don't even want to try putting into words the kind of connection they have. That's mostly the reason why they're so interesting. Soukoku have this kind of connection that will make you want to rip your hair out just trying to find the right words to describe them.

Hating someone doesn't mean you can't feel other things for them. I think Asagiri just meant to say that hatred is not a mask for anything, mainly because they've always been upfront with their feelings for each other. Whatever other emotions they feel for each other have always been hinted at. I don't know about what Asagiri wants to say about that but it's there. I'd love to see more exploration of their dynamics because I'm genuinely crazy about them, but I've accepted it a long time ago that there's a slim chance Asagiri's going to do any of that. Dazai's still so heavily connected to the mafia, the whole agency is; however, there are so many other connections Asagiri would choose to discuss when it comes to Dazai, and his relationship with Chuuya's most definitely not going to be the first choice no matter how interesting it is for the majority. (I'm going to still dream about that every day though.) It doesn't mean their relationship is suddenly unimportant; that would be contrary to what has been brewing in the manga. It doesn't mean their connection is a thing of the past as their lives are still very much intertwined with each other. However, a deep exploration of their connection is probably only possible once all the major issues in the manga are settled. That's where the derivative works enter the scene. Asagiri's not really going to give us any deeper insight on the other dynamics of their relationship, so fans are free to interpret them in any way they like (just not in a way that trashes their individual characters, like what some skk fans do). Who knows?  Maybe someday we'll learn something more about them. Right now, one thing we're sure about is their hatred for each other (as confirmed by the author himself) and the countless different possibilities fan works can explore. They hate each other? Wow, would you look at that? Another added spice to many series of fics that are sure to come. Soukoku's not ending. Unless Chuuya's going to weirdly disappear in mersault arc, then I don't think this downfall you all are wishing for is going to happen.

[eggslamwich]

I tried lmao

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infodumping bellow

I don't think gender for either is something concrete. Mahito can shape shift into whatever it wants so gender is probably something they find as a frivolous concept that's too limiting. Kenjaku meanwhile has the whole body hopping technique and has been all kinds of people, so they probably don't think too much about gender either.

Same goes for sexuality it's hard for me to pin down. I don't think cursed spirits feel sexual attraction, and even if they did because of Mahito's views on gender I don't think he would have a preference, it would be based on whether she found them interesting. I think it's similar for Kenny as well, I don't think they really have a preference, it's more so are you interesting/serve a purpose to me. I don't know how to answer the libido question because I'm positive they've explored each other's bodies but it's probably more to experiment instead of I'm horny (ie "Can my body do this? Let's find out.")

Some of the romantic leaning questioning I don't really know how to answer because I don't think their relationship is romantic. From the light novels we know Mahito views love as no more special than material attatchment, and let's be real there's no way Kenny has any romantic attraction towards them. Like I said, toy dinosaur you put in water to see how big it gets.

Also I’m ignoring canon of Geto being like 6 ‘2 he does not have that energy to me lmao

[kiiwiigii]

The Bet 

Alec x Fem!Reader

Summary: You use a very naughty word in an attempt to seduce Alec into kissing you. Will it work? 

Warnings: 

Bad words (obviously) 

Slightly NSFW 18+ 

Word Count: 900+ 

Requested?: Yes! I hope you enjoy nonny! 

A/N: I'm sorry this is so late! It took me a while to figure out how I wanted to go about this. 

"Alec, darling." I wrapped my arms around his torso. 

"What is it, amore?" He paused in his typing, looking back at me over his shoulder.  

"I'm bored." 

Alec gave an uncharacteristic snort and put his phone away before pulling away to face me, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. 

"And just what do you expect me to do about that?" 

"Entertain me for a bit?" 

His eyes darkened and a smirk worked its way onto his lips. 

"Not like that, you pervert!" 

"Oh?" 

"No!"  

My cheeks began to redden, thinking of all the naughty things he was implying with just a look. He put his hands in his pockets, leaning forward seductively. 

"Perhaps I can change your mind." He whispered. 

"Now that's just playing dirty." I narrowed my eyes at him, crossing my arms across my chest to hide my suddenly hard nipples. 

"If it lets me have my way, I'll play as dirty as you like." 

"What if I want to have my way for once?" I quirked an eyebrow at him. 

His smirk twisted into something terrifyingly sexy. 

"And what makes you think I would do that?" 

"Because you love me." I pouted. 

Alec was suddenly laughing, and I wanted to smack him. The only thing holding me back was the possibility of breaking my hand. He sobered up after a minute and ran a thumb across my cheek. 

"I do, indeed, love you, mio cara." He shook his head. "But I have something that I think should prove more interesting." 

"And what is that?" 

"How about a bet?" 

I eyed him suspiciously. "What kind of bet?" 

"The kind where I win, but it will keep you entertained either way." 

He pulled back looking smug.  

"Explain please." 

"Whoever gets the other to kiss them first wins." 

My mouth popped open in surprise. That was just plain mean. Downright diabolical. Alec was well aware that I was a very touchy person, and I gave him kisses on the regular. As in it was a habit.  

"You know what?' I sniffed. "I take back everything nice I've ever said about you. You are the spawn of Satan." 

"That would mean Jane is also the spawn of Satan." Alec deadpanned. 

"She has a different father." 

"We are twins, Y/N. We cannot have a different father." 

I waved my hand in dismissal. 

"She's nicer to me than you are." 

"I have to say, you are the first person that I have ever heard say that." 

I tapped my chin thoughtfully before muttering. "I'll probably be the only one." 

"So?" He hedged. "Will you make a bet with me?" 

"This is basically making a deal with the devil; you know that right?" 

"I thought I was the spawn of Satan?" 

I rolled my eyes at him. "Fine. I'll take you up on this bet. Have fun losing, you psychopath." 

I yelped when he was suddenly before me, lips less than an inch from my own. "Oh, I don't plan on losing." 

I groaned but managed to step back. He stayed exactly where he was, his eyes brightening with a challenge. Finally, he straightened back up, his eyes roaming over me with a satisfied glint that one has when they think they've already won. 

I simply glared back at him. I could do this. And when I won, I was going to have him on his knees, begging. I grinned back at him. This was going to be easy. 

"Oh, before I forget. We cannot purposely avoid the other, so no hiding in the library for days on end, amore." 

With that he disappeared. 

Well shit.  

Maybe this wasn't going to be so easy. 

I needed help. It had been almost a week and neither Alec nor I had barely even touched each other, much less kissed. I was going insane, but I was too stubborn to admit it.  

He almost had me a few times. Cornering me and whispering dirty words in my ear, his wandering hands exploring my body. But it hadn't worked, sadly for him. 

But it had given me an idea. 

You see, in all the times he had fucked me, and I mean well and truly fucked me, my eyes rolling into the back of my head kind of fucked me, I hadn't been able to bring myself to talk back in such a way. I had made one attempt, which he thought was cute, and still teased me about it.  

Well, this time would be different. 

We were in his room, and he had me against the wall again, caged in by his arms, whispering dirtily in my ear. 

"I know the bet was for a kiss on the lips, but I think I would rather have your lips kissing my cock." 

I took a deep breath. Now was the time. I leaned up on the very tips of my toes, my lips brushing softly against his ear. 

"And I'd rather have that cock wrapped up in my cunt." 

Alec's head reared back, his mouth open in shock, gaping at me. I smirked. I had never gotten such a reaction from him. He was usually cool as a cucumber. But I could tell he was turned on, his eyes were darkening, and I watched as he swallowed roughly, as if he was nervous or holding back. 

"What is it darling?" I continued, pulling him back in, barely an inch away from my lips. "Is cunt to much of a dirty word for you? Or are you just imagining the feeling of it strangling your cock as I cum?" 

Before I could blink Alec had his hands tangled in my hair, his lips on mine in a hungry kiss. After he pulled away, I gave him an impish grin, while trying to reign in my breathing. 

"Victory." 

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[i-cherish-my-american-girl]

Trying to make a rough storyline

I have no idea where I want this story to go yet, so I think I need to bite the bullet and just make something like a rough plan for it which I can easily change around later. Just saying, I barely know the roles of each main character never mind their plot lines, so don't really count this as The Story. Anyway,

Here are two girls, Artsy and Fashionista, and they're either childhood best friends or high-school best friends. No matter what, their friendship is pretty weird since they're apart of such different social circles, and maybe their classmates don't even know that they're close. Or maybe they do. Maybe it doesn't matter.

Artsy plays an instrument, maybe the keyboard but maybe something more typical of a band. Fashionista plays bass. They could be in a band together, or Fashionista is in a band without Artsy. It's a secret to her popular friends that Fashionista is in a band, or that she plays an instrument, for some reason.

The girls have a secret together, too, besides possibly their friendship, or their band. They've been kissing behind closed doors, exploring each others bodies, perhaps. I'm not sure if one of them might have a boyfriend already, either, but I guess it doesn't matter. Anyway, if this secret gets out, their reputations, or lack thereof in Artsy's case, are totally ruined. Nobody would take them seriously, either, because obviously girls only kiss other girls in order to get attention from boys... (it was around 2007 or so, homophobia, biphobia, all of the phobias were especially rampant)

Artsy and Fashionista are extremely protective of each other. It could even count as obsessive. In short, if anyone were to get in their way of each other, it wouldn't end well for them. I haven't decided the reason why, or how it gets to this point, but I think that I want to take this story in a different direction to my other stories. My other stories are very mundane, which I like, and this one is too, at first. Eventually, though, I think that something like murder will be involved. Either that or just some sort of serious injury made to somebody, if I chicken out of the dramatics. The culprit, in my head, would probably be Fashionista. She went missing one day and was last seen in such a state. (This may or may not be where Besitos by Pierce The Veil has influenced me...) It's shocking to anyone and everyone who knows her because how could she ever do such a thing? She's too perfect. She's popular and gets good grades, but yet she goes unnoticed for the most part, which is good for her keeping secrets, but in the end it makes it so much harder to figure out what she's done or where she's gone. Something that the girls' classmates failed to realise was that Artsy had gone missing with her. Not to spoil everything, even though that's kind of the entire point of writing the whole 'plot' out, but they were in on it together. One thing I'm not so sure about is if Artsy had coerced Fashionista into essentially committing crimes against people they hate together. She could have, but that depends on if I want their relationship to be completely healthy or not. Maybe their heinous crimes were committed by accident. I don't know.

In conclusion: I don't know.

Anything about this could change, it probably will. And I don't know how it ends, either. Make it up yourselves.

[del-stars]

after reading the new chapter a second time i was like huh i wonder why james coming down was delayed and then i was like oh they probably split up to look for sirius and remus just found him first but then i imagined he was busy killing peter too for my peace of mind

damn yall want the apathetic bystander dead⁉️⁉️

this is obv up for interpretation bc sirius was very much hallucinating at the beginnign of this chapter and thus could not give us an accurate depiction of what was going on there BUT sirius mentions 'angels' descending ie remus and james coming down the stairs, remus goes straight for sirius but james has a uhm weaker constitution and gets a bit caught up by the scene of 2 dead (mostly) dead bodies and sirius naked and covered in blood meanwhile remus is like my shaylaaaaaaa

lads i actually do want to write a oneshot abt james and remus' adventure together... thinking abt their drive to vegas kinda kills me like wtf did they have to talk about.... remus trying to find a way to subtly imply that they've explored each other's bodies.... the fact that remus has met james' parents.... james having no idea who this guy is but allegedly he knows sirius so he just hops on in that car