#vhs is my muse

[neos-nero]

What VHS Sans does to a man

[chaoticdesertdweller]

📸 DJF

[kiwibirdlafayette]

it doesnt fit with the post canon that i have but i cant stop thinkin about To Someone From a Warm Climate as a post-canon Tom song where he never sees Jordan again after S2.. like my f e e l s dude

Or its basically the universe where Isles never happens and Jordan moves on

[vixlenxe]

No one:

Not a single soul:

This Erodosa icon:

[ewatsonia]

i really, really need to get another bookcase for my room.

[brinefrolick]

a strange tape rests quietly upon your bedside table. you can't remember having put such a thing there; perhaps there were some things you don't quite remember doing in tired stupor. the tape was worn, tremendously so, with cracks on the plastic and grime all about the black of the tape itself. looking to the label itself on the front, it was torn and battered, but had some hurried scribbling on the front.

'watch me', written in near-fully-faded ink.

[more-than-a-princess]

Do you like sailor moon?

Also asked by @redvelvetfanblog

I'm guessing this is a question for me, the mun, and not Sonia? Tbh Sonia likes Sun Witch ♪ Esper Ito! She may have dressed as the heroine from the magical girl anime for Halloween once. Or twice.

In any case, I'll answer for myself:

That's a really funny question for someone my age (aka. old) because there was a time that such a question was pretty much the way one found out if someone liked anime in general or not.

For many in my generation, Sa.ilor Mo.on was the first anime I ever watched: in bits and pieces as a kid and then finally the 90s series in entirety, plus the PocketMixx manga, 20+ years ago in middle school. I remember watching Pretty Guardian S.ail.or Mo.on when it came out as well (very pixelated streams hours after the episodes premiered in Japan!). I watched a little of Sa.il.or Mo.on Crystal but didn't go further than the first handful of episodes, though: by the time it came out, magical girl series weren't really my favorite genre. Though I will always hold a soft spot for Rev.olutio.nary Girl Ut.ena and its predecessor/not magical girl but many tropes apply, Ro.se of Ver.sailles.

I remember renting a lot of the DIC VHS tapes in the very late 90s/early 2000s, though. And I had the movies on VHS (and maybe one or two on DVD, when DVDs were still a new thing!). Sa.ilor Mo.on S: The movie and the manga story it was based on were my favorites though: as a kid, I was always asked to pick my favorite senshi, which proved to be a challenge because my favorite character overall was always Luna.

And I still love eating konpeito/sugar stars for this reason.

Shoutout: If you remember renting the Sai.lor Mo.on movies/DIC tapes from Block.buster or another movie rental store, it's time for you to take your pain medicine, check for gray hairs, and dread your next high school reunion.

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

OMG I’m so excited for this!!! Can I request Vil with the prompt rainy nights?? Can it be fluffy and romantic? Anyway I hope you have a wonderful day!! :)

Rainy Nights; Vil Schoenheit

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, established romantic relationship

Content Warning; Reader cries because of a movie, death (movie)

Word Count; 700+

Author's Note; I had a vision; watching old movies with Vil as the rain came down. I had a lot of fun writing this, and this is also my first solo Vil piece, so I hope I did him justice here.

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

You were rummaging around the TV console, going through the numerous DVDs and VHS tapes that were just sitting around and collecting dust. Tonight was your night for movie night, as yesterday was Vil’s, so you were weighing your options. Sure, there were streaming services, but there’s just something that hits differently with a physical copy, flaws and all. Plus it’s not like you could go out since it was raining like no tomorrow outside. So, movie night.

“Having any luck,” Vil gently called from the washroom, still doing his nightly routine.

Your eyes still scoured the various cases, trying to find the perfect one. “Not yet. Just give me a minute, m’kay?”

Vil gave you a hum as an answer, leaving you be.

Horror movie? No, he wouldn’t like that. Mystery? Too predictable… And then you found what looked like the most faded cases, colour worn away from age and a hand going back time and time again. That one.

Pulling it out, you dusted off the case, inspecting the title. Of the smudged-out words, you could make out The, some kind of smudged-out word, Blossom. It looked like a black-and-white movie, and on the front were the protagonists with their backs together, flower petals surrounding them, and a dagger above them. This, this is perfect.

Vil came out of the washroom, wearing his matching royal purple pyjamas and house robe, and glowing from the various skin products that he used. He looked curiously over your shoulder. “Hmm, The Bitter Blossom,” he mused, turning his gaze to you. “Is that your pick, Schatz?” His tone was light, a sign that he approved, and was mildly surprised at your pick.

“Mhm,” you hummed, placing the VHS tape into the VCR player. Whoever had played it last had saved you the trouble of rewinding it. “Have you watched it before?”

“Surprisingly, no. Copies of it are extremely hard to come by.” He got the sofa ready, adjusting the pillows, grabbing one of the many quilts, and a box of tissues, just in case. He noticed the look you were giving him, “I haven’t watched it, but I have heard about how it ends.”

You raised a brow, but shrugged. You pressed play and scrambled over to your spot next to Vil, getting comfy and pulling that handy quilt over the both of you — the rain had made it a little bit chilly.

The Bitter Blossom started playing. Not only was it in black-and-white, but it was also a silent film. The protagonists were two lovers who met by chance, their relationship going from cold strangers to a budding romance. 

But why had Vil grabbed the tissues? The movie was almost over, it couldn’t possibly—

But then the antagonist, a jealous ex of one of the main protagonists, stabbed the love interest in the back with a dagger. The movie ended with the protagonist hugging their love interest, flower blossoms falling down around them.

“Do not let the bitter blossom of hatred and vengeance bloom in your heart or mind, my love. Do not let it ruin the happiness which we fleetingly had.” The words flashed on the screen before the movie ended with the screen fading into black.

That, that was why Vil had grabbed the tissues. Wait, were you crying? That would explain why Vil was gently dabbing away the stray tears as they rolled down your face.

“A lovely film, love,” he whispered, “I should have warned you about the ending—”

You stopped him by grabbing softly at his hand, bringing it up to cup your face. “No, it’s alright. It was a beautiful movie,” you hiccuped, leaning into his touch. 

Vil caressed calming strokes on your cheek, the slow movements helping you focus on him. He placed a kiss on your forehead, a gentle hum escaping as the kiss lingered. “Oh potato,” your old nickname from when the two of you were still just only acquaintances, “what am I going to do with you?”

You grabbed a tissue and loudly blew your nose, “Cuddles?”

Vil sighed softly, but put his arm around you, resting his head against yours and placing a kiss to your temple. “Alright,” he hummed and continued humming a gentle tune until you were falling asleep. While he would prefer sleeping in bed, he supposed he could stand to cuddle with you on the sofa as the rain eased up outside.

~~~~~~~

Schatz; German for treasure, a common term of endearment

Tags; @azulashengrottospiano [I've seen the Vil brain rot and gushing], @eynnwwyjth, @xxoomiii

[lilydalexf]

You are welcome for the lists! This one is fics recs for "Orison". They are all related to that episode, though they're not all angsty smut fics. So it's not quite the ask, but I hope you and others enjoy the stories! Another Dark Forest by @aloysiavirgata Post-Orison sex Anyone with a Gun by V. Salmone (Punk and Sab) Mulder, Scully, and a gun. Atomic Split by Pteropod The world is glued together by the strong force, the weak force, the electromagnetic force, and gravity. Better Angels by wonderland (@amplifyme) “She’s okay, Maggie, I promise... No, no, just forget whatever you might hear. Don’t even watch the local news. She’s okay. She’s safe and resting. I got it.” Jesus, how many times had he had this conversation with her, or one very much like it? More than he’d ever wanted to. Black Hole Season by Penumbra (@mashnotesofthemythopoeic) Mulder muddles through the aftermath of Orison. Ceremony by @darwin-xf What’s left when words fail? Cold Comfort by Joann Humby When 3 men die, the killer seems to have a story to tell, but is it the same one that people are hearing? X-Files are dangerous, very dangerous if you're working alone. Exorcist Stairs by Elanor G Scully is adrift and on her own after the events of Orison. A chance encounter forces her to confront the banality of evil... fluorescence and night on all sides by audries (@audriesfic) He steps over a corpse to touch her. Ghast by @leiascully (No summary provided) Glub-Glub-Glub and Calming Spells by PostApocolypticAlien (@scullysexual) “you can stay here, tonight. for as long as you’d like.” / “Hey babe, babe, wake up.” The Devil's Instant by Maria Nicole Post-ep for Orison Incorruptible by Anjou A submission for an epistolary challenge on the Scullyfic/E-muse list in January of 2000. Set mid-season 7, immediately after the events of Orison, when Scully has been faced with an evil from her past. Mytharc heavy. i have your dreams and your teeth marks by audries (@audriesfic) Also in the trunk of the car: the latest edition of JAMA, The Amityville Horror on VHS from Blockbuster, Moby Dick, a Jewel CD, a bag of clementines. Her still-closed Bible. - post-orison. mulder takes scully on a witch hunt. there's nail polish involved. Imperfect Shadow by Nicknoc In a dark time, the eye begins to see, I meet my shadow in the deepening shade. Intuituve Reasoning, I Say Obsessive, You Say Compulsive, and I Can Eat Glass by Mish You can’t fool *all* of the people, *all* of the time. / Kosseff vs. Mulder - one analysis, seven minute time limit. / A late night distress call shatters the calm. The Nearness of You by a_steady_wish Her first night back in her own bed after the events of Orison, and Mulder is there to comfort and love her. Neptune's Ocean by M. Sebasky (No summary provided) Nothing Apart by Dyann Zimmerman What happened after the events in 'Orison'. Noyade by Rocketman Noyade--(french) whirlpool. Of Ladies Most Deject And Wretched by Circe Invidiosa and Helen Quilley (@invidiosa) It wasn't a question worth answering...post Orison. Orison by @scullywolf The aftermath of Pfaster's attack takes its toll in more ways than one. Possession by @mldrgrl Based on this prompt request: Mulder and Scully have both dealt with abductions and kidnappings where they were held against their will. I imagine that it took a while for them to feel comfortable with any type of bondage. I think it’d be interesting to explore how or when they became comfortable with that and if it felt really empowering the first time. I especially see Scully having reservations at first but maybe requesting it. the praxis of a water bed by skuls (@ghostbustermelanieking) Five of the first times Scully woke up in Mulder's bed. Right Here by @smalldisbeliever The soft thud of her duffle bag hitting the floor marks their arrival at her apartment. It’s been a little over a week since Donnie Pfaster tore through the space.

Sedimentation by Maria Nicole Musings on the edge of sleep Sins Remembered by rah What happens after they leave her apartment. soap bubble memories by @softnow five times mulder and scully showered together + one time they bathed. Some Nights by otto_tis_eratai Or "Six times Mulder and Scully slept together, and one time they did something more". A collection of seven one shots, all post/mid episode (although it can be also read as one story). Some fluff, some angst, some hurt/comfort elements, eventual smut, a lot of friendship. Submerged by hellsteeth (@wexleresque) Mulder helps Scully cope with her post-Orison anxiety Taller Than Other Waves by amyhit (mayhit) She read Salem’s Lot at ten years old, was brave enough to kiss her partner by thirty-five. That Was Then, This Is Now by @mldrgrl The difference between how Scully deals with the aftermath of Donnie Pfaster in Orison v. Irresistible.

Unintended Consequences by Sarah Segretti Just when you think you know how you’d react to a horrific event, life steps up to surprise you. Scully and Mulder deal with the aftermath of the Pfaster shooting. Untitled by @aloysiavirgata Prompt: alternate post-Orison where Scully doesn’t get to her gun and Mulder is the one that kills Pfaster. Untitled by @aloysiavirgata Prompt: Scully to Mulder: Make me feel alive again... Untitled by @o6666666 Prompt: can't wait to read their argument for anniversary date. who would win??? Walls by Ellie I can't hold out forever; even walls fall down. An Orison post-ep. The Weight of Water by @dashakay The aftereffects of trauma are sometimes unexpected.

[baronessblixen]

Fictober Day 17: Timeless Revelations

Prompt: "Strangest thing I ever heard"

20 years ago, Scully tried to seduce Mulder and he had no idea - until now. Rating: T, wc: 841. Inspired by THIS post.

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober24

Scully rolls off him with a sigh, kissing his chest and shoulder before she snuggles into his side. He doesn’t know what expression she’s sporting, but he’s grinning. In bliss. Of all the things Mulder missed about her, sex didn’t even make it into the top three – to his surprise. But he’s missed her. Missed being with her. All of it.

“That was good,” she says, sounding satisfied. After all these years, sleeping together feels like coming home. Like slipping into your coziest, warmest sweater on a cold winter night.

“Did I ride you speechless?” She hides her giggle against his rib cage. It’s one of his favorite things about making love to her; her playfulness. During the day, she conceals this part of herself beneath her professionalism and her suits, but he’s long found out about her secrets.

“Did you tire out your mouth?” she asks again and he pretends to be shocked by her crudeness. They share a grin and he leans over and presses a soft kiss against her lips.

“My mouth is fine,” he assures her. “A bit out of practice maybe.”

"Hmm, we can work on that." In these precious moments, she’s as open as a book, vulnerable and genuine. Like a vanilla orchid, she blooms for only a brief moment, but the beauty of it is the most spectacular reward he can imagine.

“You surprised me.”

“Hm?” He loses track of his thoughts, watching her. Her lips are thoroughly kissed and her hair a wild, chaotic mane. Her cheeks are rosy, and if anyone were to walk into the room right now, they couldn’t deny that they’ve just violated the Bureau’s policy against male and female agents consorting—or fraternizing—in the same hotel room. He can only hope that they’ve updated the rules by now.

“You and me, having relations while on assignment. I remember times when this was strictly off limits.”

“Mulder, we’re old,” she says matter-of-factly. “Us having sex while working this case won’t make a difference.”

“We can finally save the FBI some money and share hotel rooms,” he muses.

“In your dreams.” She taps her finger against his forehead. “I tried once, you know.”

“Tried what?”

“Seducing you.” She shakes her head, smiling. “I don’t know if that’s the right word.”

“When was this?” he asks, searching his brain. Scully trying to seduce him while on a case? Now that’s something straight from his dreams.

“Don’t you remember? The Mothman case.”

“The Mothman – oh. You were… wow.”

“You didn’t know?” she asks, genuine surprise in her voice and expression. She sits up and her breasts right in front of his eyes momentarily distract him. As if reading his mind, she reaches for his t-shirt and puts it on.

“I didn’t know,” he says, dazed. The moment replays in his mind as though it were an old, worn-out VHS tape. Scully walking into his hotel room, looking so much younger than she is now. She was holding something – his memory is fuzzy there. How was he supposed to know that she was coming on to him?

“All these years I thought you just weren’t ready,” she says, reaching out to touch him. In all honesty, he most likely wasn’t. They weren’t. Not then. It took them another while – over a year if his math is correct. Scully is the math whiz in this relationship.

“Were we? Ready, I mean.”

She mulls his question over, playing with his chest hair. When she’s come to a conclusion, she glances up at him. Time has treated her well; every line on her face is a story carved by life. He can’t help but wonder how many of these he’s caused himself.

“I don’t know.”

“We would have had more time,” he says.

“Or we would have broken up a few months in.”

“Never.” His whisper is reverent and he kisses her, needing to banish the mere idea from his mind. Their one break-up, still so recent and painful, has been enough for one lifetime. He knows he can live without her; he’s had to learn. But the truth is that he doesn’t want to be without her.

“It all worked out in the end, didn’t it?” He hears the question she’s really asking. She’s no longer talking about the past.

He kisses her softly, whispering “it did” against her lips. She responds to his kiss, deepens it. Parts of his anatomy get the memo, slowly waking up again. Things take time these days. He rolls them over so that he’s on top. He teases her lips with his own, simply enjoying their closeness, when she murmurs something into his mouth.

“What?” he asks, reluctantly breaking the kiss.

“You really didn’t know,” she says. “You believe in Bigfoot, the Jersey Devil, the Sasquatch, but you couldn’t imagine that I was coming on to you.”

“Strangest thing I ever heard,” he jokes. “But Scully? I believe it now. No doubt in my mind what your intentions are right now.”

“Good,” she says, capturing his mouth again.

[kitten4sannie]

22 - ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴜʀʙᴀᴛɪᴏɴ - ʏᴇᴏꜱᴀɴɢ

ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴜʙʟᴇ

pairing: pervert! yeosang x pervert! reader (fem) feat. wingman? wooyoung  

genre: college au, smut

summary: you finally meet your match.

w.c: 3.1k

warnings: hard dom! yeosang, sub! reader, perversion (obv), implied stalking, olfactophilia, heavy degradation, sweat fetish?? idk, name calling, manhandling, masturbation, oral (giving), deep throating, cum drinking

a/n: the man’s got pythons for arms i’m telling you. also the category is: filth. like this shit is gross hehe <3

FFF Masterlist

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When people asked you why you were always hanging around the track club after your classes ended, you usually told them that it was because you liked to watch people run, which was true, to be fair, but there was a deeper reason — one that you could never actually tell anyone. Or else you risked looking like a…a….

“Y/N,” Wooyoung called out, walking up a couple bleachers in your direction, waving his hand around to catch your attention, though you continued to sit there in silence, watching the various runners make their way around the bend of the track you were near, your heart thumping away in your chest when your muse made his way towards you.

“Y/N!” he tried again, this time walking into your aisle and placing his hands on his hips, waiting for you to acknowledge his existence.

Kang Yeosang. He was unlike anybody you’ve ever seen before. He had the face of a prince, but the body of a beast. Always going without a shirt when he ran, his sweaty, solid upper body was always on display for you to gawk at. His muscles were always so tense when he ran, his hands formed into fists, making his biceps and triceps pop out, his many veins taut against his porcelain skin. It was like he was sculpted by Donatello himself. He could probably toss you around if he wanted to. Take you any way he wanted. Hold you down. Put you in your place. Oh no. You were doing it again.

Before you could stare at his thick thighs, Wooyoung took a step in front of you and blocked your view of him. He glanced back at Yeosang, before waving his hand around in front of your face. When you came to, looking up at him with wide eyes, he said, “Are you really that cock-hungry that you didn’t even hear or see me this whole time?”

“What do you mean?” you asked in a slightly higher tone, feigning innocence. “I was just…staring off into space. That’s my whole thing, you know?”

Wooyoung let out an exasperated sigh, sitting down next to you and lowering his backpack to the floor to give his shoulders a rest. “Y/N, if you like Yeosang so much, you should act like a normal human being and just talk to him.”

Talk to him? That would require you to actually interact with him, see his pretty face and smell his intoxicating musk up close, hear his deep, sultry voice, and have his intense piercing gaze focusing solely on you. You didn’t know if you could handle that, but then again...maybe it’d be alright if he found out you’re actually a…

“Runner,” you mumbled to yourself, not saying it loud enough for your friend to hear.

“Huh?” Wooyoung questioned, squinting at you and leaning closer, encouraging you to hold up a finger, like you just came up with a grand scheme.

Without realizing, you had grabbed Wooyoung by the shoulders and shook him a bit too fast, making him whine. “I’ll join the track club! Then it’ll be more natural for me to interact with him! Isn’t that genius, Woo?”

Once you let go, he patted your thigh supportively, giving you a crooked smile. “You make Bill Nye look like a goddamn joke!”

“Huh?” you mirrored his reaction from earlier, your face crinkling up in confusion. “Bill Nye…? The guy from those VHS tapes?”

Wooyoung waved his hand nonchalantly, not bothering to explain himself. He stood up and slung his backpack onto his shoulder, giving you a soft smile, holding his hand out towards you. “Let’s go to the office so we can get you signed up, lover girl.”

-

Sitting on the asphalt with your legs spread apart, your fingers slid forward along the ground, your upper body slowly moving forward along with them.

“Here, let me help,” Yeosang said out of nowhere, his large hands on your back, crouched down behind you, prompting you to whip your head back to look at him like a deer in headlights. “Didn’t mean to scare you. Just want to help you stretch…Y/N, right?”

He made sure to say your name in a puzzled voice, acting as if he didn’t know everything about you. Where your favorite place to visit was. It was a local boba shop. Your favorite drink to order was a matcha milk tea with honey boba. You were so adorable. He also knew the bus route that you took home. How you always fumbled with your keys before entering your apartment. How your blinds were always open just enough for him to see you playing with yourself in the late night hours.

Looking away just in time to hide your perverse smile, you answered, “Thanks. Yeah, that’s me.” You felt his hands push onto your upper back, slowly folding you down, your legs still spread wide. “Yeosang, right?” As if you didn’t know his full name. His address. How he preferred to wake up at 5 in the morning for runs, but not before he had breakfast. His favorite thing to eat was always a protein drink and a granola bar. He was so cute.

“That’s right,” he mumbled next to your ear, his voice low and breathy, pushing you farther down, making you let out a small whining sound, your legs starting to burn painfully. “I know it hurts, but it’s supposed to…and it’s okay, since you like this sort of thing, right?”

Were you hearing things right? How did he even know about your kink preferences? Or was he simply also a–

“A masochist?” you questioned, letting out a strained moan when he grunted into your ear and pushed you down further, your face almost making contact with the rough ground. “Are you–fuck–trying to ask me if I enjoy pain, Yeosang?”

“It seems like you do, Y/N. You would’ve already told me to stop if you didn’t.” Yeosang held you in place for a bit, licking his lips after hearing the low whimpering sounds that were coming out of your throat, knowing you were in a significant amount of pain.

He didn’t let up until you murmured, “So does that make you a sadist, Yeosang?” You looked up to watch him stand and lift one of his shoes up back against his glutes, holding the end of his shoe and giving his thigh a good stretch.

“Mm, yeah, it does,” he nodded, swapping one leg for the other to stretch it properly, watching you stand up in front of him and stretch too. His gaze traveled down your half clothed body, focusing on your too-small sports bra and the tiniest pair of bike shorts he’d ever seen. And you were drinking in the sight of him just like he was doing with you. You were finally in his grasp.

Fucking. Finally.

After consuming jar upon jar of protein powder and forcing himself to complete fierce sessions of cardio with weight lifting intervals, he had finally gotten big and bulky. His trainer and gym friends praised him on the daily, but his perfect body wasn’t for him — it was for you. He knew you’d like it considering all the porn you watched involved someone with his build. Someone big and strong. Someone who could treat you like the pretty little doll you were. It was finally his turn.

Giving you a smile that was almost borderline threatening, he added, “Guess we’re a pretty good match, huh?”

-

Running wasn’t exactly the easiest thing to do if you hadn’t done it consistently since high school. You definitely realized that now. Your thighs and calves burned, your hamstrings screamed at you to be put out of their misery, and you were starting to get a cramp in your stomach, but it was all worth it. Completely worth it. Your muse, your everything, Yeosang, looked so delicious running ahead of you, allowing you to become entranced by his almost snow-white hair bouncing along with his movements, his big thighs that routinely rubbed against one another due to being so large, his shorts routinely hiking up to reveal more veiny, porcelain skin. You wanted to lick it. Bite it. Taste it. It was probably salty and sweet. Your favorite combination.

Feeling your eyes on him from behind, Yeosang gazed back at you over his shoulder, the slightest smirk visible on his otherwise neutral face. You bit your lip, wiping some sweat from your forehead, wondering if he had any idea how truly dedicated you were to him. If he asked you to give him a bath with only your tongue after a run, you would without a second of hesitation. There probably wasn’t a limit to what you’d do for him.

Once most of the runners slowly exited the track and headed to the shower rooms, you plopped down onto a nearby bleacher, trying to catch your breath without looking like you were about to have a heart attack.

Yeosang made his way over to you, sitting down beside you, his sweaty, solid upper arm pressing slightly into your bare one, making you scream internally. “That was a good run, huh?” When you smiled at him and gave him a small nod, he let out a low groaning sound, leaning his head back. “God, it feels so fucking good. The endorphins, you know?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, replaying the sound he just made inside your head over and over, wondering if that’s what he sounded and looked like when he was getting head. “Yeah. It feels really good…”

Yeosang leaned his shoulder further into yours, his large thigh slowly pressing into your significantly smaller one, making you look down for a second to appreciate how his shorts were starting to ride up. “Do you think it’s better than cumming? Like when it feels so good, your body’s shaking and your eyes are rolling back into your head?”

Were you dreaming? Was this one of your countless daydreams you somehow got yourself stuck in?

“I’m not really sure…” you murmured, already so soaked that there was a wet patch forming on your tight gray bike shorts. However, you didn’t even notice, not wanting to tear your sights away from the slight bulge that sat inside Yeosang’s own shorts, your eyes trailing the outline of his cock going down the inside of his thigh.

Yeosang shook his head slightly, wetting his lips. You were so precious. So pretty. Such a p– “Should we test it out then?”

You were definitely dreaming, and you never wanted to wake up ever again.

“Test it out…?” You slowly looked up at him and into his brown eyes, unable to keep a lewd expression from presenting itself, your cheeks burning. “When?”

With a flip of a switch, Yeosang’s entire persona did a 180, his eyes losing any semblance of kindness, his lips forming an eerie grin, instead reflecting the same perversion you offered him. “Who knew the shy ones were the biggest whores? You just met me and you’re willing to fuck yourself in front of me, hm?”

You bit your lip at his words, feeling a zap of arousal hit your center. You didn’t know if you were still stuck in a dream, but you weren’t about to pass up the opportunity. “Yeah, I am.”

Yeosang leaned in, placing a slender finger up into your chin, tilting your head up so that you had to look at him, his warm breath hitting your skin. “ ‘Yeah, I am’, what? A whore? A whore that’s willing to spread her pussy for a stranger and show him how soaked she is?”

“I mean…” your voice trailed off, not expecting him to grab your closest thigh and tug on it, forcing you to open your legs. You looked down, gazing at the large dark spot that formed below your pelvis, your shorts sticking directly to your pulsing cunt, feeling both humiliated and turned on from having his eyes on you. Now he definitely knew you were a–

“Pervert,” Yeosang sighed out, his fingers roaming your tense thigh and sliding closer to the inseam, eventually reaching your mound to make contact with the wet clothing. “So, that’s what you meant.”

Seeing you light up with pure, unadulterated lust at the name he called you made him very, very happy, indeed. Despite being one himself, he preferred being the one in control. The one with the power to do what he pleased with such a pretty toy like you. Things were finally looking up.

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Inside one of the more secluded bathrooms on the campus, you were sitting on a toilet across from Yeosang in a stall, who was standing in front of you with his hand fisting his cock. You had your legs spread as wide as you could, your knees pressing into the sides of the stall, with three fingers inside your sopping wet cunt.

“Look at that face you’re making, Y/N. You’re drooling like some kind of brainless slut,” he chuckled, moving his hand so quickly, his muscles tensed up more than they did when he was sprinting. Even the ridges of his abs pushed against his skin, making you want to trace the outline of them with your tongue.

You whimpered at his words, continuing to fuck yourself the best you could, your fingers slipping out of you occasionally from how wet you were. “Yeosang…” you whined, unable to handle only being able to inhale his overwhelmingly masculine scent. “Let me taste you…”

“I haven’t showered yet, whore.” Yeosang moved closer to you, his hand starting to slow down, despite his reddened cock throbbing and twitching in protest. “My cock’s been sitting inside my gym shorts all day. You really want to taste it?”

“Fuck, yes. Please, give me your cock,” you begged, swiping at your clit instead, practically vibrating at the thought of having Yeosang’s sweaty cock and balls inside your mouth.

“Filthy fucking bitch.” Yeosang couldn’t hide the sadistic smile he wanted to show you, so he revealed it anyway, his shiny white teeth and canines on full display for you. He grabbed the back of your head and yanked it forward, slapping his cock down onto your face, before sliding it back and forth on it, his clear pre-cum getting smeared over your features.

“Fuuuuck,” you moaned, opening your mouth, only for a bit of saliva to drip out of it and onto the seat below. Yeosang pushed his cock further up, his heavy balls pressing against your parted lips. You licked and sucked on them one at a time, savoring the tangy flavor as best you could.

“God, you’re such a nasty slut…Where have you been all my life, huh?” Yeosang groaned from above you, grabbing your jaw and forcing it up, before sliding himself into your mouth one inch at a time, making your lips sting at the corners. “Mm, you like how it tastes, don't you?”

Rubbing your clit even faster than before, you emitted an eager ‘mm-hmmm’, before bobbing your head obediently, taking as much of him into your throat as you possibly could, only choking a bit when his cockhead tickled your uvula. It was just how you imagined: his cock was heavy and hot in your mouth, his taste was salty and tangy, his musk almost made your eyes water, but your cunt was leaking just like you thought it would. It was everything you dreamed of. You never wanted to wake up.

Yeosang gripped your head with both hands and began pounding himself into your mouth, going so fast and deep that his balls slapped roughly into your chin, and his pubic hair routinely brushed against your nose, making you want to sneeze. “Take it all, you disgusting little pervert…” he groaned out, feeling his cock begin to pulse so heavily, he knew he was about to bust. “Gonna cum…gonna cum inside your filthy mouth…”

You were in heaven. Complete bliss. It was everything you wanted and more. Even though you weren’t focusing on your own orgasm, it felt so good you thought you might– “Mmmmmfff….!” you let out a loud, muffled moan, your eyes rolling straight into your head, your legs twitching, hips jolting, as your arousal came pouring out of you and down your inner thighs. You were a mess, in every sense of the word.

That was it for Yeosang. He couldn’t believe he made his pliant little doll cum untouched just from throat-fucking her with his sweaty, unwashed dick. You were so, so filthy. Maybe even filthier than him. “Oh, you dirty fucking bitch,” he moaned out in a strained, harsh tone, thrusting one more time and holding you still, his cock so deep down your throat that his pubic hair was once again tickling your nose. “Here it comes, Y/N. Just for you.”

A hot stream of cum began to shoot down your throat, making you choke and reach up to Yeosang’s hips for stability. Your nose felt itchy and your eyes watered before it happened. Yeosang sensed it, pulling with a loud ‘pop’ just in time, so his dick didn’t get chomped off. You sneezed. It burned. Cum shot out of your nose and dribbled down past your lips. “Ow…” you whimpered, gazing up at Yeosang with reddened, watery eyes, wiping the milky liquid from your face.

“Aww, did that burn, little whore? That’s too bad.” Sweaty and soiled with his essence, you finally looked like a true cum dump. Just a useless doll for him to cover in his load until he got bored. He couldn’t ask for anything more. Yeosang grabbed your jaw again and continued to stroke his length, shooting ropes of cum onto your tongue and into your open mouth.

In a daze, you simply sat there and took everything he had to offer, swallowing gulp after gulp of his cum, feeling more slick drip out of your aching cunt. “Thank you, Yeosang…” you mumbled, giving him a small smile, just for him to force your jaw open more.

“Thank you? You say thank you after getting face-fucked and guzzling down my cum like you need it to live? God, you’re such a fucking pervert. It makes me sick,” he spat, tapping his cockhead on your tongue to deposit the last few drops of his release. “I bet you’d drink a bottle of it if I gave it to you.”

Savoring the saltiness that resided on your swollen lips, you nodded your head like an obedient pet. “If you could even fill a whole bottle, yeah, I would.”

He finally met his match. Someone who willingly met his criteria. You were the one he’s been waiting for all this time.

Smiling softly, Yeosang ran his fingers through your sweaty hair, as if he didn’t just get done defiling you. “I hope you’re looking forward to next week’s track meet. I’ll make sure you stay hydrated.”

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[neos-nero]

My muse!! Yippee!!!!

(Speedpaint under cut!)

[storiesbreathed]

absolutely failed at doing this last time but take two- hit that heart for a starter from my most active muses! specify if you would like to!

allura vysoren ( critical role )

annie cresta ( the hunger games )

astrid becke ( critical role )

beauregard lionett ( critical role )

belle ( vhs christmas carols )

carina smyrh / barbosa ( pirates of the caribbean )

claudia ( interview with the vampire )

cyriel ( critical role )

dea ( the grinning man )

delilah briarwood ( critical role )

della ( vhs christmas carols )

elizabeth swan ( pirates of the caribbean )

elphaba ( wicked )

eurydice ( myth / hadestown )

fearne calloway ( critical role )

francesca bridgerton ( bridgerton )

glinda ( wicked )

gwen stacy ( marvel )

imogen temult ( critical role )

justine grizwald ( cinderella’s castle )

kate sharma bridgerton ( bridgerton )

laudna ( critical role )

leona pike de rolo ( critical role )

lucy grizwald ( cinderella’s castle )

lydia ashmore ( cinderella’s castle )

martha crachit ( vhs christmas carols )

mj/ michelle jones ( marvel )

natasha rostov ( the great comet / war & peace )

putrice ashmore ( cinderella’s castle )

rio vidal ( agatha all along )

satine ( moulin rouge )

sophie beckett ( bridgerton )

tashi duncan ( challengers )

tessa gray ( the shadowhunter chronicles )

vax’ildan ( critical role )

wyll ravengard ( bg3 )

[kiwibirdlafayette]

along the line of musical themes, cassell and flash’s relationship in aitheaca is described really well by helium by glass animals and thats very much intentional

i just got. reminded of it again bc im listenin to the song. But yeah. Yeah

[hiskillingjar]

ugh your kinktober fics ruled so hard!!! Also, if you were up for taking requests, could I request some fox streaming mc with humiliation/general nastiness. I really loved the parts that touched on that for day 29

thank youuuuu and i gotcha ✌

1000+ words, fox/mc, third person. is it humiliation if you're too dumb to be embarrassed? the world may never know. cw for coerced consent :P

"You know what happens, folks! If we get to three hundred tokens in the next hour, I'll turn up the Sybian another notch!"

Fox grinned widely as he watched the subject writhe helplessly on top of the heavy-duty toy, their thick, parted thighs trembling wildly as their hips bucked against the vibrating rubber, desperate and hungry for more.

Thick chains and shackles around their wrists kept their arms held high above their head, and a metal ring between their teeth reduced any pleas or beggings for mercy into mindless mumbles and spittle down their chin and their heaving chest, ample breasts bouncing and moving in time with each of their erratic thrusts.

His own private porno, that he was being so gracious and sharing with hundreds, if not thousands of happily paying viewers.

Seeing such a mindless display of desperation would have been humiliating for anyone, especially when it was played back in real-time in front of their wide, waiting eyes on three full-size computer screens, each screen fixated on a different angle of their naked, shaking body, not an inch of skin left behind or not scrutinised over.

But not for this subject,

Their dead, thoughtless eyes were fixed on a fourth, smaller screen on Fox's computer desk, which was playing their favourite loop of endless VHS static, keeping them in a blissful haze of conditioned thoughtlessness and ignorance, no longer a mind but a body, a body built for service and submission, a vessel for pleasure and delicious pain.

Speaking of which…

"Ah, there we are, three hundred tokens already." Fox mused to himself, turning his attention onto the computer screen with a hidden grin, smiling even wider when the number of tokens kept ticking upwards, showing him just how eager his audience were. "My, my, we're an eager bunch today, aren't we? Of course, I had no doubt we'd get there with plenty of time to spare. I have total faith in my lovely audience!"

Fox let out a playful huff through his nose as he approached the subject, tilting his head as an involuntary spasm shot through their body, making it still and shiver mindlessly on top of the buzzing toy.

"Well, you know what comes next, darling," He crooned, pushing a hand through the subject's hair (for the sake of the camera more than anything else, since they were past the point of feeling any sensation other than the toy between their legs) as he crouched down at their side and turned up the notch on the toy. "Up we go!"

The subject squealed helplessly as their writhing body thrashed on top of the toy, the rumbling vibrations getting louder and louder as they were gradually inched up, vibrating against and stimulating their sopping wet cunt even more.

"God, I hope you can all see that," Fox mumbled hungrily (mostly to himself), hurrying to stand to his feet and take a smaller camera from its tripod, bringing the lens down to his level at the subject's side and zooming in on the wet mound of their slit. The wet sheen of pre-cum totally covered the short fuzz of pubic hair over their mound, their thighs, and the rubber top of the Sybian. "Just look at that, would you?" He said, indulgently running his tongue over his jaws under his metal mask, getting all the more hungry himself. "And not a single thought behind those eyes but getting their cunt wet. Fuck."

He idly palmed himself under his trousers, squeezing as his cock grew harder and harder at the sight of the subject as the camera panned up to their sweaty face.

Their eyes (empty, expressionless, like glass eyes embedded in porcelain or plastic, a doll's eyes) were still glued ahead and fixed on the static, dazed and totally thoughtless, giving away not even an inch of interest towards their audience (or towards Fox) as they huffed desperate little whimpers and whines against the metal ring gag, still drooling thick strings of spittle down their chest.

It was utterly pornographic, but Fox didn't mind that at all. In fact, he'd found that he enjoyed the nature of these streams, even a little more than his last ones.

At least, the clientele wasn't as pushy.

"They don't even have the good grace to be embarrassed about what they're doing," Fox then rasped as he set the camera down on the ground (what would one fucked up angle do, really?) and reached forward to hungrily grope the subject's chest, indulging in their luxuriously smooth skin and the heavy weight of their breast in his palm. "Too dumb, too stupid to even be humiliated. God…" He dragged a claw over the blooming bud of their freshly pierced nipple, giving it a little squeeze. "Can you even imagine how good it would feel sinking your cock into a dumb, little doll like this, that doesn't even have the brain to fight back?"

"Upmff-NNF!"

The subject whined loudly again as another vicious spasm overtook their body, the muscles in their soft thighs tensing up and their thoughtless eyes squeezing shut suddenly, as a sudden gush of liquid shot from their cunt and covered the rubber surface of the Sybian, marking another orgasm earned from their endless torture.

"HA!"

Fox brought his head up with a bark-like laugh, looking over his shoulder to see an explosion of excitement and emojis in the chat, message after message coming in, barely seconds after each other.

"Oh, wow! How impressive! Tell me, was that the third time they came or am I miscounting?" He asked them, ever the attentive showman for his audience, standing back up to his feet and approaching the computer, where the chat was confirming a third orgasm from the subject (and their obvious enjoyment of the display). "Well, well. How sweet, they can't even hold back for a second, can they?" He let out an airy titter as he started to palm his cock again.

"So, you all certainly know what comes next, don't you? If we get to FIVE hundred tokens in the next hour, I'll turn up the Sybian another notch!~"

[bitterbutblue]

anby demara <3

come right on me- i mean camaraderie! ☆ anby demara x reader

~ can u tell im a sabrina carpenter fan yeah im a sabrina carpetner fan COMERIGHTON ME I MEAN CAMARADERIE SAID URE NOT IN MY TIMEZONE BUT U WANNA BE

very dialogue heavy fic guys

song: bed chem - sabrina carpenter ~

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The first time you kissed her had Anby wondering if she needed to go to the hospital. You were sitting on the roof of the Cunning Hare's car, talking about the universe and all it's glory under the now corrupted sky. Each person who lives in New Eridu doesn't know which day will be their last, and you knew that you wanted to at least get to know Anby before the worst happened. You told her about your life, your time in high school, your relationships- which lead to her interest in relationships piqued and she asked you about it.

"Is it like the movies?"

"Not really. I mean it feels that way at first, but it's like a star that stops burning as brightly after a while."

Anby just humed in acknowledgement as she took another bite of her burger.

"Have you been in relationships?"

"No. Never had the time to." She shrugged as she swallowed "Seems nice though."

"It's cool."

"Have you ever kissed anyone?"

Your cheeks flushed a light pink at that question.

"Uh- yeah?"

"Is it like the movies?"

"Well, it's not as insane and heart throbbing as they make it out to be." You laughed

Anby stares into the abyss of the starless night, chewing on a now-stale fry before turning her attention back to you.

"Can you kiss me?"

You choked on your drink, sputtering like an embarrassed mess as you wheezed.

"Huh?"

"I wanna know what it feels like"

"It doesn't feel good if you're kissing someone you don't actually, like, love."

Anby muses over that for a bit, but she shrugs.

"I still wanna try."

Who were you to deny her puppy dog eyes she does unintentionally? You haven't kissed anyone in a while, especially after joining the hares. You hope you aren't too out of practice. You grabbed one of the napkins from inside the take-out bag, wiping your lips.

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"Okay."

With the napkin now stuffed in your pocket, you turned around to face her. She looked at you with a look you can't quite read as you move a hand up to cup her cheek.

"You ready?"

She nods.

The kiss wasn't... mind blowing or anything. Your heart fluttered but that's normal when you kiss someone, or anyone, right? It was short but it was sweet. You pulled away pretty quickly, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

"So... how was it?"

Anby just kind of stared. Like just really stared at you for a bit, her eyes practically boring into yours and you were starting to feel a bit intimidated.

"I gotta go."

What a terrible way to end your first kiss, Anby.

A week had passed since then, and Anby could not get you out of her mind for the life of her. She has been avoiding you like the plague while you mentally cursed yourself for fucking up another friendship. She yelps when Nicole suddenly grabs her arm one day, shoving her into a nearby room.

"Nicole-"

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"What?"

"Why are you avoiding the new recruit?"

"No reason."

"Bullshit!"

Anby looks away, suddenly finding the posters about the N.E.P.S. rather intriguing.

"Bitch!"

"What?"

"What happened?"

"Nothing."

"LIAR!"

"What's going on?"

Wonderful. Billy Kid had invited himself to join the room- soda cup in one hand (he can't even drink soda, what is he doing????) and Starlight Knight VHS tape in the other.

"Anby was being weird around the new recruit, right?"

"Totally." He nods, his eyes narrowing "I thought you two were getting along."

"We are."

"You guys went on a mission together and she came back complaining that you refused to talk to her the entire time!" Nicole groans, impatient now

"I don't like working with her anymore."

"Why???" Billy whines

"She makes me unfocused."

The two go silent after that, just sorta staring at Anby with '???' eyes.

"What?"

"Elaborate?"

The pair spoke at the same time, and Anby just huffed.

"She's weird. She makes me feel weird and I can't focus. When we kissed-"

"WHEN YOU WHAT?"

Anby winced at how loud they were. And of course, it gets worse because Nekomata pokes her head through the gap of the door that Billy left open.

"Anby kissed who?"

"THE RECRUIT-" Nicole screeches

"WAS IT GOOD?" Billy's question was completely unnecessary

"ANBY YOU KISSED HER??"

They were truly infuriating. Anby shoots them a glare and they shut up, but they don't stop giving her this odd look that she doesn't quite enjoy either. Nicole breaks the silence.

"Why'd you kiss?"

"I asked them to."

"Gay." Billy mutters

"WHY?" Nicole's face was red from anger at this point

"She likes the new recruit." Nekomata cackles from the beanbag she has seated herself on, curling up as she nestles her head into her arms.

"I do not." Anby deadpans, unaware of the shade of pink on her cheeks. "She is just... odd. And makes me feel odd. We should kick her out."

"No." Nicole snaps "I'm not kicking out a valued member in the Cunning Hares because you're feeling gay!"

Anby's face is undeniably red at this stage, huffing as she crosses her arms.

"It is not like that."

"Yes it is."

"No it's not."

"You kissed her."

"As friends."

"You're avoiding her."

"Because she's weird."

"DAMMIT ANBY-" Nicole groans "It's okay if you want to kiss her again! Or hold her hand! Or scis-"

"NO!" Billy shrieks, interrupting Nicole

"They have too much sexual tension! That's the problem!"

"Wha- No!" Anby scoffs, visbly embarrassed now

Truthfully told, Anby could not get that night out of her mind. Every time she saw you, she felt like she was going to combust on the spot- which was definitely not normal. Her heart rate also had her thinking she needed to go to the hospital to get something checked out. Maybe it was a cardiac arrest? Maybe she should check herself into the hospital, she's not sure if she-

"What's going on?"

You peek your head to the room in confusion, seeing all four of them gathered together upset you a little bit. You knew being a new recruit would mean probably being excluded a bit but seeing it happen just sucked. Nicole's eyes widened when she saw the hurt expression on your face you tried so hard to conceal.

"Oh, wait it's not- we're talking to Anby about... uh..."

"Sexual frustration." Nekomata nods, you choke on nothing and Anby hurls a pillow at her

"It's not sexual if I want to kiss someone!" Anby scowls

"Anby's figuring out a crush." Nicole sighs

"I don't have a crush!"

"You wanna kiss them?" Billy questions

"As- as a friend?"

"NO!"

You just watch in confusion, unsure on if you should join the conversation or not. But Anby looked so uncomfortable, the usually calm and stoic girl now face red and looking away. You couldn't help but feel this pang of guilt, even though you hadn't done anything.

"Guys, cut it out." You sigh, walking up to stand next to Anby "Just leave her be."

The three just kinda shoot weird looks eat each other. Nicole opens her mouth but is quickly elbowed aggressively by Nekomata, who flashes you a charming (yet devious) smile as she drags a whining Nicole out of the room, Billy following suit.

"Are you okay?"

You weren't sure how to break the silence. It was way too awkward for your own good. Anby would look at everything but you, acting like as if you weren't even there. Finally, she swallows and speaks as she eyes at the wall panelling.

"I need to go-"

"No."

She freezes at the tone of your voice, a tone she had never heard before. You sounded harsh, irritated, hurt. The last one stuck out the most because it made her feel like her heart was closing in on itself.

"Why are you avoiding me?"

"I'm not."

You scoff

"You totally are! After the night we kissed, you just stopped talking to me! Did I cross a line that night? Did I make you uncomfortable?"

You can't stop yourself, feeling yourself get emotional now. It hurt to see the person who you grew to admire in the Cunning Hares go from being vulnerable to closed off within the blink of an eye.

"No."

Anby's voice is much softer compared to yours, looking around the room as her eyes dart left to right.

"I don't know how to... deal with what I feel around you."

You huff out angrily, crossing your arms.

"What do you mean?"

She fidgets with her fingers, picking at the skin next to her nails as she bites the inside of her cheek. You feel yourself hesitate in that moment, you want to be mad at her but the way she's looking at you makes you feel like you're suffocating. You step forward, a cautious test, to see if she'll flinch. She doesn't. So you take another step forward, moving to take your hand into yours so that she stops picking at her skin until she bleeds. Her hand is cold in yours, and Anby feels her head growing light.

"What do you mean?" You ask again, less sharp this time.

"I-"

Fuck it, she would die one day anyways, right? Could be tomorrow, could be in two decades.

Fuck it.

"I feel different around you. Like warmer. I keep thinking about that night, and I-" she licks her lips "I want to replicate what we did."

She looks up at last, golden eyes staring into yours.

"You said it wouldn't feel like a movie kiss. But I felt everything you said I wouldn't feel."

She takes a deep breath in, trying to stop her voice from shaking as much as it should be shaking. She feels your hand that's holding her tighten but she can't stop now.

"Maybe something's wrong with me? If I shouldn't be feeling those things then why am I-"

She doesn't even get to finish her sentence because you pulled her hand so that she stumbled forward. You put your other hand on her cheek right before putting your lips on hers, kissing her with the same softness as that night. That night under the now-corrupted sky, a reminder of their inevitable downfall as a species but that sky is so beautiful to her now.

"Nothing's wrong, you dumbass." You say breathlessly as you pull away "God, if you want to date me, just tell me!"

Anby feels the room grow warmer, her face getting even hotter as you brush your thumb against her cheek.

"I am confused about what I'm feeling. I feel very... light." She whispers, and you just smile.

"You're adorable, Anby."

Her blush was so intense, you got a bit worried at how red one's face could get but at the same time it was genuinely the most heart-melting thing you've ever seen.

"Can I be yours?"

Your words knocked the damn air out of her lungs as she stares into your eyes- who knew you could feel so much just from looking at someone? She's learning a lot right now, she didn't realise she could end up like... this.

"Please."

She'll never curse that night sky again, or the corruption that eats away at her future because the present is you, the future will always be you.