#⭠ ​technically no but it’s an umbrella tag now

[nicksbestie]

Nooks And Crannies - M. Sturniolo

a series

part five (read part four here)

Summary : You always seem to be somewhere in the bookstore Matt works at, never buying anything, just reading, and while Matt is technically not supposed to talk to customers for so long while he's on the clock, he can't help himself.

Warnings : none!

Word Count : 1038

Pairing : Matt Sturniolo/Reader (romantic)

A/N : i didn't forget about this little project, don't worry!!

You stared at the bookmark, and the number scribbled onto it, pushing down the anxiety and deciding to send a message.

hi! is this matt?

You didn’t have to wait long for a response, the almost immediate ping of your phone catching you by surprise, indicating a reply.

(XXX)-XXX-XXXX : yes! i assume this is ____?

You quickly saved his contact, simply saved as “matt :)”.

“yes! how are you?” 

The conversation only blossomed from there. You were glad that you lived alone now, because had you still been living at home, your family would have teased you about just how much you were smiling at your phone. You texted Matt nearly nonstop, and you had been enjoying every moment of it. It was just like your normal conversations at The Ivy, sharing book thoughts, or snippets of your day, or even funny jokes. You had received a ton of silly pictures from Matt’s brothers, as they had a habit of stealing his phone and sending random selfies. You found it funny, Matt found it annoying, but either way, you always had something to talk about. Conversation with him was never dry, which you had been slightly afraid of when you had texted him for the first time, and he always replied as quickly as possible, unless he was at work. 

When you weren’t talking, you couldn’t deny the fact that you missed speaking to him. It was really nice to have someone who actually wanted and enjoyed talking to you. It was another couple of days before you could actually take any time off to leave your apartment, and of course, the first place that you went when you left that afternoon was The Ivy. It had been pouring rain, but you couldn’t stand being inside your room for one more minute. So, you pulled on a raincoat, grabbed the umbrella by your door, and began the short walk downtown. Since it was warm out, and the sun was peeking through some clouds, the walk wasn’t miserable, and you actually quite enjoyed it. You had always loved the rain, and since you had an umbrella to keep you dry, you didn’t mind being out walking in it. 

It wasn’t long before you pushed open the door to The Ivy, shaking your umbrella out beforehand. You wrapped it up, putting it into your bag, and moving to a shelf that had some colorful book covers, as they had caught your eye the second you walked in. You noticed that a lot of them were new shipments, having just been placed on the shelves, and you were so excited to pick up a couple of them and pore over the pages. You read the backs of a few of them, and they seemed intriguing, so you held them in your arms as you made your way over to the cafe to get a cup of coffee. Besides, you deserved it after your insanely busy previous couple of days. However, when you got over to the counter, there was already a cup with your name scribbled on it, with it being your usual. 

You went and picked it up, smiling when you noticed Matt waving at you, sitting at one of the tables with his own cup. “Was this you?” You asked, motioning to the cup. He smiled at you, nodding. “I saw you walk in, figured I’d order your usual for you since I was grabbing my own coffee anyways.” You smiled, taking a drink from it, enjoying the way you automatically felt relaxed. “Well, aren’t you sweet.” He grinned, a smirk on his face. “I try.” You read the back of the book that he was reading, nodding in slight interest, and it was at this point that you noticed the name tag being on his shirt.

“Wait, are you working right now?” 

He shook his head, turning a page.

“Nope. I’m on my break, but I took it so late that I actually get off only fifteen minutes after I go back on shift.”

You sat with Matt for the rest of his break, chatting about random things, mostly books and coffee, but also how both of your mornings had gone prior to being at The Ivy. Matt had worked a short mid-day shift, so he hadn’t been there all morning, which he was grateful for. He had picked up a coworker’s shift since they had been searching for coverage due to a family emergency, and he was heading right back home as soon as he got off. You found a good book to read when Matt had to clock back in, and you dove right into it. You were enjoying the gentle atmosphere, and the time flew. You were a fast reader, so you got through a good chunk of the book before Matt got off the clock and found you still at the coffee table, coming over to say goodbye before he left The Ivy. 

“So, where are you heading after you leave here?” 

You softly laughed, shrugging.

“Honestly, I’m not sure. The rain has gotten a lot worse, and I was going to go walk around shops, but I’m not sure I want to go back out into that. I may just stay here for a while until it lets up, but I’m glad I got to see you! Even if it was within your working hours.”

He smiled, removing the name tag off of his shirt.

“Yeah! One of these days, we’ve got to hang out outside of this shop. I do have a personality other than work.” 

“Oh, I’m sure that you do. You’ll have to show me it eventually.” 

Matt looked like he was pondering an idea, so you quietly waited for a response.

“Why don’t you come home with me?” 

You were slightly taken aback, and nervously laughed.

“Damn, you have to ask me out first!” 

Matt smiled, shaking his head.

“Not like that. Just for dinner. You can meet my brothers, we can spend time together outside of where I work, a nice get to know you more night. If you’re not interested, I totally understand!” 

You smiled at him, walking towards the door with him.

“I would love to.”

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[inkyami]

Wedding

Illustration for the soon-to-be released finale of the "Our Garden" dilogy (part of the Golden Lands series)

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#artists on tumblr #slavic #medieval #golden lands #сокол и ворон #⭠ ​technically no but it’s an umbrella tag now #wedding #fantasy #novgorod

[non-plutonian-druid]

Behold my magnum opus: Five and Lila should have a dance scene together and i will die on this hill

the concept behind this video is threefold:

1. Lila should get to have a getting-ready-for-a-day-of-crime montage set to a pop song. she deserves it

2. Five and Lila’s arcs are going to be in conversation with each other this season and if they’re not they should be

3. there is no world where Lila is a less dorky dancer than the Hargreeves

#the umbrella academy #tua #umbrella academy #five hargreeves #lila pitts #ok now that we're in the tags #FUCK YEAH #JUST UnDER THE WIRE #SeASON threE IS IN T MINUS 2 HOURS BUT I DID TECHNICALLY GET THIS OUT BEFORE IT AIRS #this will be BURIED but i have achieved my goal and that is the important thing #my shift key is wigging out for some reason so just picture all the random lowercase letters as my voice cracking lol

[spacexoddities]

wip tag

tagged by @duffmckagans to post my most recent wip. technically its not really a wip anymore since i did just post it, but i don’t really have anything else to post.

so here’s a little snippet from my star wars sequels fic “space oddity”, which you can find on my wattpad and a03.

He wondered who got the brunt of it, but deep down, he knew. He warned them earlier that day.

Something shifts and he changes his mind, turning and walking slowly back to the village. He took his time, hoping the First Order would be gone by the time he got there.

At the back of his hut, Rowan watched as they searched the Resistance pilot, and of course, Rowan instantly knew. It was Poe Dameron, the best pilot in the Resistance. Rowan knew of him because of his closeness to Leia, and they themselves had their own complicated relationship. It didn’t help with his extreme cockiness and egotistical behavior.

The stormtroopers holding Poe drag him on board, and Rowan notices the body of Tekka on the ground. He felt bad they ended on the terms Rowan left them on.

Rowan watches as the stormtroopers line up and raise their blasters, pointing them at the line of villagers. Ren’s command goes through and they open fire, the bodies of the villagers dropping and the screams ricochet off the buildings.

Ren turned to march back on his ship, but he halted for a second. They’d only have noticed if they meant to look for it - he glanced towards the side, making dead eye contact with Rowan.

Rowan froze, his palms sweating. And yet, nothing happened. In the second he noticed Rowan, Ren turned again and boarded his ship, leaving the ruins of the village and Rowan behind.

#brady speaks #brady was tagged in #brady writes #rip to my 80s rock band fanfic era #and welcome to the star wars fanfic era #technically now whatever i want to write era cause i also have my umbrella academy fic #and possibly a teen wolf fic coming soon #but horray cause i finished all my 80s rock fics #sort of

[bergamotmandarin]

holy shit, not being on here for a few weeks and coming back really does feel like getting back to your bedroom after being on a long vacation

#bergamot personal #vent incoming?? i guess technically #honestly been dealing with some shit lately and needed to come back. feels like home #dealing with some normal depression shit and health issues really has been taking a toll on me so i had to come back to my tumblr diary #also i think im having another sexuality reawakening???? #im starting to realize i might be gray ace? for as long as ive been online i didn't know that was a thing but it really fits #honestly ive kinda had a feeling i was under the ace umbrella for a long time but now its really starting to set in #but accepting it has honestly made me feel better!! i feel more like myself now. weird how having the right label can do that! #god i missed tumblr. the sublime feeling of shouting into the tag void 💕💕 #its only been like two weeks but it felt like forever

[bucknastysbabe]

So. I saw this picture. He looks so soft and huggable. Therefore my brain spat this out. Obvi I love chubby grump Bucky who can F U C K

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2, 623 words

Synopsis: Bucky is having a mid-life crisis at 100 something years. His girlfriend is an aggravating little angel shit who doesn’t understand why. Cue pool time and ripped blonde superheroes making poor Bucky extra grumpy.

Tags: Chubby!bucky, avenger!reader, size difference, age gap (twenties and technically late thirties), pnv!sex, daddy kink, Bucky’s hating ass internal dialogue, the reader is a slut for the extra Fluff, pwp, fluff and smut, him Jealous, and Big, I tried to make it humorous heehee

Poolside blues

It was hot. Bucky sucked on his popsicle angrily, sulking under an umbrella. He wore his t-shirt even in the blazing heat. Bucky grimaced at the cloth sticking to his skin, pulling at the fabric with a huff. He didn’t want to run around shirtless when the likes of Steve and Thor were basking in the sun— the golden gods they were.

So Bucky sucked on his popsicle, his fourth one already. He flexed his metal fist, cursing it for being such an eye sore. The assassin was convinced his body had it out for him. Mess of a shoulder, ropey bullet scars, and way too much extra weight he didn’t ask for. Bucky stared down at the soft flesh adorning his midsection, lips twisting into a frown.

Hydra had royally fucked his metabolism up, serum or not. Add a plethora of mood stabilizers and Bucky looked like a damn chipmunk hoarding up for the winter. His girlfriend thought it was cute, cooing and pinching his fleshy hip. Bucky did not think it was ‘cute’. He’d never been like this in his over-extended life. Soft.

He’d held thick muscle since the serum and kept that up at the least. The brunette worked out religiously to rid himself of that extra pudge. Now he was jacked with the stupid layer over it— making him feel like a bulky lummox. Therefore if he was going to sweat to death by the pool, so be it.

Bucky’s icy eyes flickered to his best girl playing around with Thor in the water. She giggled and batted at the blonde god while he picked her tiny frame up. The brunette’s eye twitched while gripping his popsicle stick until it crushed. His girlfriend was too cute for her own good, often drawing attention from the other sex.

“Are you just going to drill holes in them with your mind or get in the pool?”

Bucky glared at his oldest friend. Steve smiled down softly, big hands on his waspy waist. He grumbled, “I’m fine. Punk.” The blonde teased, “That’s why your shirt is soaked then huh? Go get in the water you’re making me miserable looking at ya.”

“Nope,” Bucky shot back, popping the ‘p’.

Steve sighed and dove into the huge pool. Bucky pouted efficiently from the side-lines. Thor had his stupid blonde hair and stupid white teeth and stupid washboard abs. His girlfriend appeared in his line of sight, her brows knitted in concern. Bucky attempted to not stare at her perky tits— nipples peaked under her blue strappy bikini.

She hummed, “I can feel you drowning in self-pity over here. Why don’t you get in babe?”

He was staring at her tits now, he didn’t care, not really. Bucky shrugged, “You have fun I’m fine over here. Thor is waiting.” She narrowed her eyes up at him, pushing back damp hair. Bucky licked his lips, holding the woman’s glare.

In a swift motion she launched onto the concrete.

Clambering up she swayed toward the grumpy man, droplets running down her tight body. Bucky took in the view, getting lost in it really. He could watch her all day and sometimes would. The assassin grunted as she plopped onto his lazily spread thighs, soaking him. Bucky hissed, “What was that for?”

The coolness of her skin felt amazing. He willed himself to not pop wood in front of the few teammates milling around. His girl leaned over, breasts about to spill, and pressed against his padded chest. She simpered, “Buck, c’mon, you know no one around here cares. You’re perfect.”

Bucky snorted, “To you, maybe.”

She frowned and lightly slapped at his shoulder, lips pouting. Bucky hated when the pretty thing pouted— he somehow would up doing what she wanted in the first place.

Every. Single. Time.

She ran a finger down his chest, big eyes begging, “Get in the pool, please? You look so upset over here and that makes me sad.”

Once again Bucky lost to her feminine wiles, groaning out a strained ‘fine’. Her mouth split into a toothy smile, cheering, “Yay!” He rolled his eyes at her enthusiasm. Sometimes Bucky forgot she was a little over ten years his junior. If one took off the cryogenically frozen periods. She hopped back into the water, eyes eagerly flickering to the side.

Bucky hauled himself up and reluctantly peeled off his dark shirt, revealing his pale skin and soft parts. He willed himself to not curl into a ball or run away screeching. Steve wolf-whistled, sending an embarrassed flush across the brunette’s full cheeks. He barked, “Knock it off Rogers!”

Sam, as always, had ESP for people flustering Bucky. He shouted from the grill, “Looking thick my man! Whole slice of beef!” The assassin was convinced he was going to self combust, sliding into the water to cover himself up. His girlfriend snickered when Bucky resurfaced from his shame dive, splashing his face.

He frowned down at her, the spitfire raising a brow in challenge. Bucky slung her over a thick shoulder, hand across the backs of her thighs. She laughed and kicked, playfully squirming. Bucky had half a mind to leave a mark on her ass, show the Asgardian who she really belonged to. She stopped thrashing and murmured, “If you do not stop being jeal-“

The assassin cut her off when he dunked under the water. She spluttered and cursed at him, Bucky laughing, “Sorry sweets, what were you saying?”

“Put me down or I’m ripping your hair out!,” she howled. He chuckled and slowly let the angry avenger down. She shook her head, flicking the sensitive skin below his belly button. Bucky winced and gaped petulantly— horribly trying to block of the feeling of jiggle. The woman latched back onto him, pressing a feathery kiss to his bearded jaw. With a dirty smirk, spirits lifted, Bucky led them to the shelf in the deep end.

Sitting back he groped at her ass under the water, earning a squawk and another slap in return. She whispered angrily, “Stop that! Not in public!” Bucky grinned dumbly, eyes flickering to her perky chest. He apologized, saccharine sweet, “Sorry baby, you’re just so pretty I couldn’t help myself.”

Tony Stark and Natasha approached the pool, him lowering his sunglasses at the pair. Stark sipped his drink and loudly observed, “Horndogs at it again. Barnes you’re a nasty old man, you know that?”

Sam sniped, “They call him Bucknasty for a reason!”

Bucky’s temples throbbed with annoyance. He shouted at Sam, “No one calls me that but you! Bird brain!” He needed to scoop the girl up and take off— now. Steve was howling with laughter, hand slapping his chest, Thor smiling in confusion. She turned and grinned at Tony, “He’s my nasty old man.” The woman laid an exaggerated kiss on his cheek. Stark pretended to gag and situated himself in a lounge chair. Natasha’s lips quirked up, green eyes sparkling with amusement.

Bucky rumbled quietly, “I’ll show you nasty if you keep it up acting like that in my lap.”

Her tits bounced when she inhaled sharply, shit-eating grin falling from her face. Bucky lecherously grabbed another handful of ass for example. Her voice quavered when she weakly replied, “Very funny Buck. Not in front of everyone!”

“I’m not being funny. Seeing you getting flipped around by the blondes has me feeling…some type of way.”

Bucky was proud of his updated lingo, courtesy of the sexy trembling thing in front of him. She huffed quietly, squirming minutely on his thick thighs. “Jesus Christ, they’re all going to know when we both leave.”

“I think Clint complaining about us being loud all the time lets the team know what the deal is,” he smoothly pointed out.

With another harsh look Bucky regretfully watched her get out of the pool. Now he had to walk in front of everyone without a safety blanket again. He briskly climbed out after her, keeping his eyes focused ahead. Tony complimented, “Looking yoked there Barnes, trying to bulk right now?”

Bucky wanted to hiss at the billionaire like a feral cat. He felt like he’d been bulking for months. Just not allowed to cut— so sayeth the metabolism. He grabbed a towel and threw it around broad shoulders, aggravated with how his belly was on display. She was toweling her hair off.

“C’mon then you beast,” she snickered.

“Beast?,” he echoed.

Bucky hauled her up again, the smaller one yelping. He snatched his sweaty shirt up and carried her to the elevator. She sarcastically questioned, “Do you always have to carry me around like a caveman when you get jealous?” Bucky grunted in agreement, thumbing at the soft skin of her thighs.

She said, “You do know I only think about you, like, all the time.” Bucky couldn’t help but let his heart skip a beat. Still he whinged, “I don’t know why when there’s all these… ripped guys hanging around.” His girlfriend scoffed and rolled her doe eyes. She remained quiet on the walk, ensuing quiet ride up the elevator, and the remainder of the trip to his rooms.

Deposited on the bed she informed Bucky, “No matter how many times you shrug it off, I think you’re really hot. I like a little fluff on my men.” The brunette shook his head, crawling onto the covers. He muttered, “I don’t. I follow you around like some goddamn oaf.”

She pinched his cheek, grinding out, “You’re a little soft and I happen to enjoy you fucking me into the bed. Stubborn mule.” Bucky’s dick twitched at her words, grabbing an ankle to pull her closer. She continued matter-of-factly, “It’s also nice to have my big scary boyfriend behind me. It turns me on.”

Bucky peered at her, face set in suspicion. She ran a hand down his side, finishing it’s path at the laces of his swim trunks. Her face was cutely set in determination, deft hands untying the shorts. The assassin groaned low in his throat as the cloth fell down, exposing his aching cock. He climbed out of them and threw the shorts across the room.

Bucky eyed her up, watching her cheeks heat at his gaze. He gently positioned himself between her legs, pointedly keeping his weight off to her chagrin. Bucky sealed his watering mouth over a covered nipple, sucking eagerly. She whined and flexed under him, thighs wrapping around his hips.

“Ah! Buck!”

Her long lashes fluttered when his other hand untied the strings on the top. Bucky eased off the flimsy fabric, whistling lowly at her full tits. He nipped and flicked his tongue on a peaked bud, tweaking the other. She cried out, rutting up against his heavy cock.

Bucky’s lips split into a grin when he realized she was also untying her bottoms with shaky hands. He pulled off a nipple and teased, “That needy for it, huh?” She yanked off the offending fabric with a nibble at his jaw. Bucky would purr in contentment if he could. Until the nip at the flesh under his chin— which granted he has always had but still didn’t appreciate it.

He grumbled and lightly swatted her ass with a grimace. She mused, “You’re so hot. Honestly. I wish you would believe me Buck.” The assassin ignored her comment, instead sucking marks on her collarbone. She writhed underneath him, the wetness of her pussy sliding against him. The woman whimpered, hands holding his cheeks insistently, “C’mon and fuck me, please daddy.”

Bucky almost exploded, came back, just to explode again into a puddle of goo. She wanted to play like that today. He gripped her hips with low moan, eyes traveling up the expanse of skin. His girlfriend’s chest heaved, eyes darkly glazed. Bucky growled, “Y’want me to fuck you? Shouldn’t daddy finger you first?”

Huff. She shook her head no, dragging the molten slick across his need. Softly she begged, “C’mon daddy please, want to feel the stretch, need you.” Bucky’s eyes rolled in sheer desire, nudging the blunt head of his cock against her opening. He slid in with a curse, eyes clenching shut.

She was snug as always around him, pulsing and seemingly sucking Bucky in. The woman whimpered, wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders. She gasped, “So big, fuck daddy, don’t stop!” Bucky was not going to stop unless he magically disappeared.

He braced an arm beside her pretty flushed face to get leverage. With a lewd smack Bucky clapped his hips into her, enjoying the wanton whine. The brunette pulled back to give another roll of his hips, moaning lowly. He got into the rhythm he knew she liked— slow but forceful. Bucky smiled down, cooing.

“You’re so pretty babygirl, taking me so well,” he emphasized with a deep thrust. She clawed at his shoulders, pressing sloppy kisses to his throat. Wide eyes met his, her breathing, “No you’re pretty.” Bucky narrowed his lids, apparently his girl wanted to be a little shit.

“I don’t understand why you won’t let me- shit! Daddy!,” she cried out with a smile, “Compliment you!” Bucky picked her legs up and hiked them higher, driving his hips into that silky-soft spot. He grunted in pleasure as she arched and yanked at his hair, mouth hung open with punched out ‘ah’s’.

Bucky rumbled, “I don’t like it- fuck sweets so tight- because it’s exaggerated!” He was panting with exertion now, reveling in the tell-tale slaps of skin echoing. The petite Avenger under him whimpered when Bucky hit her g-spot dead on, tears pricking her eyes. Bucky kissed a droplet, murmuring sweet nothings.

“Keep fucking me daddy, I’m gonna hah- cum!,” she wailed. Bucky urged, “Yeah babydoll, want you to, c’mon need it.” He thumbed around her clit, breathing into her lax mouth, swallowing up those broken keens. She sobbed his name into the kiss, clawing and scrabbling when she clamped down on him. Bucky’s eyes rolled up at the pulsing and gush of slick, fucking her through the orgasm.

His baby’s loud keens turns into little whimpers as he kept thrusting into her tight body. She quavered, “Cum in me please daddy!” The woman nipped along his jaw again, rubbing at his flexing ass. Bucky felt his lower belly tighten, a swirling fog gathering in his brain purely driven by need. He growled, “I’m gonna fill that sweet pussy up, you want that from Daddy, huh?”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Ask and one shall receive. Bucky felt his balls draw up and he came with an embarrassingly slutty groan. He drooled onto her neck, gasping through the brunt of his body emptying into her wet heat. She cooed, “Oh, so good, ah thank you daddy.” Bucky collapsed halfway onto his girlfriend, still firmly snug inside.

She rubbed a trembling hand across his bloodied shoulders, serumed body already working on knitting the claw marks back up. Bucky simply breathed, unable to come up with intelligent words. His brain had probably shot out of his dick. She maddeningly caressed his, ugh, love handle.

Bucky groaned, “Stop it.”

She retracted the touch and rasped, throat bruised from yelling, “One day I’m going to convince you Buck. Perfect as you are.” Bucky snorted, “We’ll see about that.” He softened at her lithe hands pushing his sweaty hair back, grinning like he’d hung the moon. He murmured, “You’re going to be the death of me.”

She giggled and cuddled up like a damn koala. Bucky didn’t truly mind, albeit she may be delusional and think overweight one hundred year old former assassins are sexy. He was glad he’d been able to find the loon, all his to boot. Bucky shook his head in amusement, the feeling of her sharp teeth on his chin again, him starting to protest.

#bucky barnes x reader #chubby!bucky #avengers are shit stirrers #bucky barnes smut #dom bucky barnes #reader is sunshine rainbow bitch #Bucky Is Over It #centenarian life crisis

[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave You (Pt.70)

(Sneak Peek) (Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: The pack meet with Moonbyul to discuss terms.

Tags: Fluff, drinking and drunk characters, hurt/comfort, trans! tae, dress up, girl on girl fluff, themes of forgiveness, vomiting, eating disorder mention but everything's good, brief sexual content, oral f. receiving, Exhibitionism, car sex, Talks of mental disorders, implied/confirmed autistic jimin,

W/c: 12.1k

A/n: Trying my hardest <3 I'm admittedly having a tough time right now, this chapter felt very nice to write because it's all about the beginning of the packs happy ending <3

Previous part - Masterlist - First part

At least Yoongi is sort of talking to you again. Sort of getting over it minute by minute. It’s hard. Namjoon watches you from where he's sprawled on the couch, holding a near empty bottle of champagne by the neck while Jungkook and Jin wrestle on the floor, sort of making out, sort of scenting each other as they go. Jimin requests a song that Tae would like- and then Yoongi and Hoseok are leaning over Yoongi's phone to make her the perfect playlist. happy to have something new and mundane to bicker over.

Morning is just cresting over the rooftops and the music is just turned down when gets up from the couch, slowly, dizzy. You're perched on the counter in your pj's watching Jimin and Jungkook chase each other around the room. the need to scent and wrestle and get all your restless energy out near palpable.

Hoseok and Jungkook have a tiny paper drink umbrella tucked behind their ears, the same one that Jin stuck in your drinks so that you can keep track of whose drink is whose. He and Jungkook gang up on Jimin to stick one into his hair, the tiny little baby bun that tae tied in his hair.

You giggle as Jungkook gives up and just loops his arms around Jimin's neck, no technice to it and all body weight dragging the three of them to the floor. Sprawled next to the library room door, now open. Tae’s makeup collection spread out on the green carpet like the fallen petals of some red flowering tree.

It changes from wrestling to tickling. and then the three of them are getting up and surrounding Yoongi, a paper umbrella in their fingers, Ganging up on your mate who takes it all with a huff and a surprisingly whiney, “guys.“

You still when Namjoon walks over, the same way you'd still if a wild animal were approaching. He doesn't settle close, just stands next to you, and pours himself the last melted bit of the drink in the blender. Pink and yellow swirling delicately. He makes a noise in his throat and looks at you like he hasn’t barely said a word to anyone in the whole last 24 hours, hasn’t barely said a word to you since you got off the phone with him and Moonbyul left the house. 

You sip at your drink, lips pursed around the straw and when you're done, Namjoon takes it from you and puts it on the counter. You think at first that he might be cutting you off but then he fingers the gauze there.

"I should probably check these." You nod obedient, wordless, unsure what to say. 

Fingers prodding at the red skin, delicate but knitting itself together slowly. “How much do they hurt?” he asks. 

“Probably a two,” you rate, almost without thinking, staring at his downturned eyes. The way his eyelashes still cling together from salt. Face glossy. You want to wash his face, pad across his cheeks gently the way that Jin does after you've been crying (something that you admittedly do a lot- the pack's resident crybaby). 

"So should I consider that a four or-" 

"No, this time I'm being honest," Namjoon stiffens, "It doesn't hurt when I touch stuff unless I'm not careful." Being honest about your hurts and pains has never been easy for you. But Namjoon has shown you time and time again that he's willing to take your hurts and fix them. You have no reason not to tell him the truth. 

Namjoon grips your palm, turning it over his hands again and again, looking down at your love line lifeline all tangled there and leveling you with a look that is neither angry nor resigned.

“Do you notice?” He asks, you swallow. Eyes itchy. 

“Notice what?” His finger presses to the center of your palm, the hollow there. 

“Still dry.” He says. 

You think of the mice, of drowning, you don't pull your hand from Namjoon's grasp, but you know he wouldn't let you anyway. You think about the mice, of dying, of trying to stay dry despite the things that try to swallow you whole. Water is not gentle, water is hungry. The rain pitters against the dark glass and melts the snow outside. But you and namjoon and the rest of the pack are dry and warm and safe in here. 

Your breath hitches, but you close your fingers around his hand and nod. “Still dry.” You agree. 

Namjoon closes his eyes and breaks the tension and this distance between you. Pulling himself between your thighs where you sit on the kitchen counter. Wrapping his arms around your shoulders to tug you to his chest, and breathing deep in the hollow of your throat. 

He pulls back just as abruptly. Hands resting on the counter on either side of your thighs. All up in your space and sour-smelling. It takes great effort for you not to turn away and keep his piercing eye contact. 

“Don’t do something like that again. Ever.” His jaw rolls and his scent spikes angry. But it's all temporary as you nose under his jaw to soothe him. Namjoon has every right to be angry with you for leaving, the same way Yoongi does. 

“Never. Promise.” You hold out your pinky and you mean it. 

Namjoon looks at you for a second, staring you down, waiting for you to look away. But then after a second, he loops his pinky through. 

Coming Saturday May 18th at 5PM EST (Time Zone Adjustments Below)

#bts omegaverse au #bts a/b/o #bts x reader #bts poly au #bts gang au #bts mafia au #bts polyamory au #bts au #bts fluff #bts hurt/comfort #bts werewolf au #bts angst bts omegaverse fic #bts hybrid fic #min yoongi fic #kim namjoon fic #kim seokjin fic #kim taehyung fic #park jimin fic #jeon jungkook fic #jjk #pjm #myg #knj #kth #ksj #jhs #jung hoseok fic #min yoongi x reader #kim namjoon x reader #kim seokjin x reader

[floatmeintothesun]

Recovery

Summary: You’ve gotten sick from being outside in a storm for too long and Zhongli fusses over you

Tw: zhongli calls you petnames frequently like my dear, darling etc

tags: fluff, comfort, cuddling, gender neutral reader, little to no angst, zhongli being zhongli

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“Darling, as smart as you are, I must admit that this particular decision was not one of your finest,” Zhongli says softly at your bedside, kneeling down next to you. Technically it’s his bedside since you are resting at his house, but he insists what is his is yours as well. You cough weakly, smiling at your lover.

“I know, ‘Li. It was pretty stupid of me to try and help transport goods through a storm, huh?” You chuckle self-depreciatively and his brow furrows. 

“No. Not stupid, but rather quite kind and brave.” He hums, carding his large hands through your hair gently. “I’m impressed with your determination to help others…but not at the expense of yourself. I will always admire that trait.” He admits, pressing small kisses to the hand wrapped around his.

“I swear I didn’t expect to get sick! Honest!” You exclaim and he nods rather indulgently.

“Yes, yes. I know, but please, take an umbrella or some sort of cover with you next time. You were soaked to the bone.” He points out and you sigh, relaxing further into his impossibly soft cushions. “Or…perhaps ask me to come with you? I’d love to spend more time with you, even if it’s struggling through harsh weather.” You blink at his subtle poking, turning to smile fondly at him.

“You were working with Hu Tao, I didn’t want to bother you.” You say and he clicks his tongue in disapproval.

“I was only doing paperwork then and Hu Tao would have surely understood. I could simply ask her for another favor, my dear.”

“Mr. ‘Li, don’t think I don’t know about how many favors you owe Hu Tao.”

“...Ah, It appears I am unable to hide anything from you at all. Well, what’s one more? If it’s for you, then I wouldn’t mind a thousand favors to that child.” He smiles warmly, tapping your nose with a light finger. You giggle, and Zhongli sighs quietly in contentment.

If he could freeze this moment forever he would. Engrave it permanently in stone so that forever exists for both of you. Eternity is a long time, but he doesn’t mind spending it with you.

You shiver suddenly, even buried under all the blankets Zhongli has you wrapped up in. You pray to Morax (somewhat ironically, knowing that your lover is the god himself and can probably hear it) that he hasn’t noticed. Unfortunately, he only sends you a slightly amused look and you groan.

“It seems you cannot hide anything from me either.” He chuckles, and you pout exaggeratedly. He hums lowly, standing up and dusting off his slightly rumpled clothing. “If you do not mind, I’d like it if I could join you in bed. Do you object?” He asks, giving you a loving peck on the cheek.

“Of course not. How could I?” You laugh and he huffs lightly against your skin. The bed beside you dips down and you feel his warm limbs wrap snugly around your middle.

“Perhaps you won’t shiver now that I am here?” Zhongli asks hopefully, burying his nose in your neck. You turn around with some difficulty so that you are facing him.

“Maybe, but I don’t mind either way. I still get cuddles.” You say matter of factly and Zhongli chuckles, the low timbre of his voice making shivers crawl up your spine. 

“Hmm? Cuddles you say?” He asks playfully, before gently placing a hand over your eyes. “One moment my dear. I don’t want the light to hurt your eyes.” You feel him…shift, his form growing bigger and his hand growing larger, When he retracts his palm, you see that he’s changed.

Golden marks run up and down his skin like shining waterfalls and a pair of magnificently crafted horns sit atop his head, growing from somewhere behind his hairline. You caress them and he leans into your touch, enjoying the feeling of your hands on the smooth structure.

“I’ve seen you like this before, but I don’t think I’ll ever get over how beautiful you look.” You confess and his cheeks redden slightly. He coughs lightly, before pressing his lips carefully to the crown of your head.

“My dear, I am flattered. Thank you.” Zhongli murmurs and you can feel him smiling against your skin. You blink when you feel something wrap around your ankle. It’s fluffy tip and scaly texture clues you in that it’s just your draconic lover’s tail, curling sweetly around your leg.

He nudges you closer to his body, and you melt into his embrace, feeling him nibble lightly on your shoulder and neck. His teeth graze lightly against your cheeks and you stifle a small laugh at the ticklish feeling.

“Hey..! Ah, come on, ‘Li, you know we’re never going to sleep if you keep doing that.” You smile, and he hums in acknowledgment.

“I know, dearest. Forgive me though, as you’ve been in bed for most of the day and I feel a lack of your daily affection.” He replies, before planting sweet little kisses on your face. Zhongli inhales deeply, his instincts swelling up with pride.

You are completely covered in his scent and his mark. His possessiveness is somewhat immature, as no one will be able to detect his claims other than some of the adepti (and they know quite well that you're his) but it makes his chest rumble with happiness. 

Zhongli is over 6000 years old, but he thinks that being immature is alright in moderation. Plus his darling human doesn’t deserve a cold and totally serious potential husband.

(When he says potential, he means he’s already got a ring and a mile-long proposal speech memorized to whip out of his pocket at any given moment.)

You snuggle into his chest and he rests his chin on top of your head, tangling his legs around yours. You smile slightly to yourself at the faint vibrations rumbling through his body and he curls his body around yours protectively.

“My darling?”

“Yes, ‘Li?”

“Please do tell me the next time you go out in unfavorable weather. I’d like to prevent another illness. Only Morax knows how hard you push yourself sometimes...”

“...Wait, ‘Li aren’t you…?”

“Shh, my sweet. Let us go to bed now.”

“No, wait, Zhongli wake up! Did you just address yourself--”

—

An: I love the old dragon grandpa he’s so cute

#zhongli #genshin impact #zhongli fluff #zhongli x reader #geo daddy #zhongli x you #zhongli x y/n #fluff #no angst #This is kind of for @zhongrin #I read some of their stuff (amazing btw) and I got inspired!! #<3

[bump1nthen1ght]

Campus Romance

Pairing: Art Teacher!Sex Demon x Writer!Gender Neutral!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1786 words

Summary: You stumble into an art lecture while around your new college campus. Luckily, the hot professor doesn’t seem to mind

Request: UH BELZ HELLOOO???? You can’t give this gay anon a He/They art professor sex demon and not expect them to request a fic??

Anyways- can I humbly request a meet cute fic of Belz with a reader (GN or Male either or) who’s a writer? Maybe they meet on the college campus Belz works at or they meet over the phone cause of Belz’s night job, whatever floats your boat I just want flirty demon pls (/lh)

A/N: For those who haven’t read it, heres the piece where I introduced Belz!

What a perfect first day. No rain coat, no umbrella, an open campus and a downpour of rain. You hold your (hopefully) waterproof binder over your head as you race across a crosswalk, just avoiding getting splashed by a campus gardener.

This is what I get for waking up early. This is a sign from god.

You had meant to peruse around the college today, taking a note of the building you’d soon be teaching out of and the general layout. But the rain has turned everything into a blurry mess and you end up ducking into the nearby arts building. Your future office is technically only one over, but you’d rather not spend that extra 5 minutes and have your jeans get soaked through.

After shaking off like a dog, you begin wandering down the halls trying to find a bathroom, at least to see how much of a mess you must look like. The building is heated, thank gods, but only few of the classrooms are occupied. You’d guess most people decided to ditch or cancel their 8 AMS after seeing the weather outside.

You’re shrugging off your damp sweater when you see a propped open door, a vivacious voice and the sweet smell of incense luring you in. At first you intend only to peek, maybe ask where the nearest restroom is, but what you had expected to be a dull lecture room ended being much more interesting.

Numerous paint cases and student exhibitions line the wall, the tables well loved with paint splatter and pencil scratches. In the center of the room is a giant marble statue of a man in a rather artful pose, surrounded by multiple students and their easels. They all sit hunched over, charcoal smudged on their fingers as they sketch the form in front of them. But what really catches your eye is the lecturer, standing right next to the subject.

“Now, I want you pay special attention to the movement lines of this piece.” They say, running their fingers down the statues upturned arm. Long, black nails trail down the side of the figure, tracing the defined side and the hip bones. “Notice the flow of the Contrapposto stance, how it positions his limbs around the slight twist in his torso. If you want to come and see up close, you may.” The lecturer smirks, “Starting next week we’ll have live models, so this will be the only subject you can get flirty with.” The lecturer slaps the statue’s butt, a general murmur of laughter coming from the students.

The lecturer steps off the stand and brushes back their shaggy hair. Their billowy shirt exposes a lean clavicle and several necklaces. Their blue skin is complimented by the dark red of their boho pants, only adding to their relaxed air. Their gaze wanders around the classroom, observing their students before landing on you, the wet stranger lurking in the corner. You give a wave, hoping it doesn’t look too awkward.

Their eyes go wide at your soaking wet form, briskly walking over. You’re able to catch the small name tag pinned in their shirt.

Belz (He/They)

“Howdy.” They mock salute, eyes wandering down your wet clothes. “My goodness, you’re drenched! Here-” They reach over, grabbing a smock from a nearby hanger, “It’s not much but hopefully it should warm you up some.” Before you can protest they’ve thrown it across your chest, ducking behind you and grabbing onto the laces. You feel the faint brush of their claws as Belz quickly ties up the back, cinching it tight to your waist with a few precise movements. The fabric itself may not be particularly cozy, but you feel a warmth covering your body nonetheless.

“There,” Belz mutters, rubbing some imaginary dust off your shoulder. “And look at that, it fits perfectly.” He mutters, his chuckle at his own little joke just as inviting as the classroom itself. “Now, what can I do for you, stranger?”

“Oh, nothing! I actually was just escaping from the rain when I saw the door open. I guess I just got…drawn in?” You straighten out the front of the smock, realizing now how random this encounter is. “Just thought I’d observe. I hope I’m not intruding.”

“It’s no problem at all, my lessons are for all, as is art itself.” Belz brushes a stray hair back before sticking out their hand. “I’m Belz.”

“____.” You shake their hand, “I-I’m actually a new literature professor, I was supposed to be touring the campus today, but, well….” You gesture outside, an ironic crack of thunder echoing as you do. But Belz isn’t dissuaded by the storm, a big smirk coming across their lips.

“Well, I’m happy to be your welcoming party, Professor ____.” Belz wraps their other palm around the outside of your fist, enfolding your hand in theirs. Their warm palms feel refreshing against your icy skin. “Now, do you like muffins?”

“Oh, yeah, I guess so-”

“Perfect!” Belz keeps your hand in his as he leads you to his desk, a big tray of different muffins sitting right by his laptop.“My mom always said the cure to bad weather is good food, so you may have the pick of the lot. Though my students have probably pilfered the best ones. Can’t let your mind work on an empty stomach, after all.”

Belz sits down in their chair, giving it a little spin before grabbing a chocolate muffin from the basket.

“Thank you! These look delicious.” You grab a banana-nut muffin, shocked by how warm it still was, like it just came out of the pan.

“I get them every morning from that bakery right near campus. It’s to die for, you have to check it out.” Belz takes a big chomp out of their muffin, immediately swooning at the flavor. Their noises are almost..erotic.

You take a bite of your muffin, trying not to think about that. But Belz is right, these muffins are delicious, you can almost forget about your waterlogged jeans.

“So, you’re a banana nut fan, huh? Underrated flavor in my opinion.”

“Agreed. But I think my favorite is blueberry.”

“Hmm, good to know.” Belz laughs, tapping their cheek as their eyes elevator up and down. You take another bite of your muffin, hoping he can’t see your cheeks flush. Instead you look around their desk, multiple knick-knacks and smaller art pieces scattered all around. Right near their laptop is a framed picture, one of those cheesy ones with a photoshop caption from the early 2000’s, of two rats. The caption reads “Benny and Jet <3”

“Are those your pet rats?”

Belz gasps, excitedly nodsing before holding the photo proudly up to his face.

“Yes, these are my babies, the loves of my life, my platonic soulmates. I would’ve brought them to class today, if not for the weather.”

“They’re really cute.” You point towards Benny, who is almost all white except for the brown spot on his hind. “I had a rat that looked like Benny when I was a kid. She was an absolute sweetheart, though my friend would freak out whenever they saw her.”

Belz tuts, “I don’t trust people who disrespect rats. It’s my ultimate judge of character.”

“Well, one of those friends did throw a pudding cup at me a year later, so I’d say it’s pretty accurate.”

You both laugh, Belz throwing his head back. He’s got a pleasant laugh, resonant like a bass guitar. His countenance is infectiously friendly and when he smiles your way, you can't help but feel a little more giddy.

“Well, good to know you have great taste in food and in pets, Professor. Hopefully that good taste rings true elsewhere, hmm?” Belz leans on their palm, giving you another wink.

You find yourself stuttering, rubbing the back of your head as you try to come up with a funny retort, but then-

“Professor? Could I ask for some advice on something?”

Belz stands up with a flourish, their billowing clothes making the motion seem extra elegant. “Well, it seems my people need me.”

“Of course, I’ll let you get back to work.”

Belz places a hand on your shoulder, that flirtatious smile making the contact feel even more electrifying. “Feel free to stay as long as you like, I have a kettle if you’d like some tea to warm you up.”

“Thanks again, but I probably should go and find my office. Be brave and face the rain.”

Belz smile widens, their eyes wandering down before locking you in with a sultry gaze. “Well, feel free to holler if you need anything. And you can stop by my class anytime.”

Belz begins ti walk away, but keeps their hand lingering on your shoulder. Their fingers glide across the back of your shirt, only loosing contact only when they’ve walked too far away.

Goosebumps rise to your skin, and you know it’s not from the wet clothes.

“Who knows, maybe you could be the model next time.” With another sultry wink, they walk away and to their student, immediately shifting into teacher mode as they look over the sketch.

You scurry out the door with a weak goodbye, hoping the cold rain will help your burning blush.

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Its your first official day of teaching and you're leaving the lecture hall with a pep in your step. Your students are much more engaged than you thought they would be for a morning class and you have a nice hour break before office hours. A warm lunch waits for you in your mini fridge, though you’re slightly regretting not grabbing those cookies you had back home; You were really craving some sweets.

You’re fiddling with the keys to your office door when you notice a small bag sitting right outside. It might have been mistaken for garbage, if not for the sticky note with your name and a heart stuck to the outside. You pick it up, nudging open the door with your hip as you walk inside, opening the bag with two fingers.

The first thing you see is paper wrapping, the thin kind all bakeries use, and then you the sweetest, most delectable looking blueberry muffin. It’s still warm to the touch, with a tasteful amount of sugar crystals on the top.

You place the muffin down on your desk, noticing the note underneath it. You unfold and read it as you sit down in your office chair.

You’re favorite, hope you’re having a great first day <3

-Belz

The smile that creeps up on you is a giddy one, quickly tesring open ghe muffin and taking a large bit.

Damn, this is delicious.

#my writing #reader insert #gender neutral reader #monster x reader #incubi #succubi #fluff #meet-cute

[cranberrymoons]

slow down (you're moving way too fast)

prompt: sweat (kinktober) || "slow down" by ozzy osbourne tags: beach volleyball leading to car sex, my final ode to summer, rated e (18+) notes: again, sort of a loose interpretation of today's @eddiemonth prompt but i did listen to "slow down" about a thousand times while i was writing this, so. enjoy!

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He watches Steve catch the ball and pitch it toward the net, or – pitching probably isn’t the right word, whatever, who fucking cares, but he whacks it in the general direction of the volleyball net, and his arms flex and his back ripples as he does it, and Eddie looks from side to side to see if��anyone else is fucking seeing this ?!

But everyone else looks relatively normal and – yeah. Okay. Fair enough.

Steve’s eyes find him on the sidelines, and his face is flushed and sweaty, smiling wide as he gives Eddie a little wave, and Eddie laughs to himself as he waves back, a little wiggle of his fingers and a lean forward in his beach chair, and this… Steve, sports Steve, waving at him from the court before slapping some other jocky dude on the back and running back into the game.

If sixteen year old Eddie could see himself now.

“You know he’s not going to give you his letterman jacket or whatever, right?” Robin asks from his left hand side as she flips a page in her book. “It would clash with your whole… thing, anyway, even if he did.”

He looks over at her long enough to make sure she sees him roll his eyes over top of his sunglasses, then focuses back on the game, which is moving forward with frankly incomprehensible rules that everyone else seems to understand, but honestly, he has no idea how. 

“It would look cool with my whole thing,” he says absently. “You just don’t like it when I enjoy things.”

“That’s not true,” she says. “I like it when you’re enjoying things that aren’t my best friend’s ass in his tiny, tiny volleyball shorts.”

The shorts really are something, though: neon blue and hot pink and skin, skin, skin, and – Eddie laughs, shooting her another sideways look. She’s technically ignoring him, but he can tell that she’s smiling behind the cover of whatever it is that she’s pretending to read under their shared beach umbrella. She’s wearing a bikini of her own with a giant floppy hat and one of Steve’s button up dress shirts, and she hasn't so much as moved from her chair since they planted their things in the sand.

“Aren’t you like… sporty, or whatever?” he asks, nudging her knee with one of his own. “You know way more about all this shit than I do. Why aren’t you paying attention?”

“Because I like to be contrarian,” she says, finally looking up to meet his eye. She dogears the page in her book and squints out across the loosely-outlined volleyball court toward the ocean. “And because I have a paper due next week, and if I don’t finish this book by then, I’m definitely going to fail, so.”

Eddie nods slightly. “Fair enough.” He links his hands between his spread knees, elbows on his thighs. “Maybe you should just do what I did. Join a band, get famous enough that it doesn’t matter whether you went to college or not.”

She snorts. “You’re not that famous.”

[continue reading on ao3 || 4,586 words]

#eddiemonth #eddiemonthafterdark #kinktober 2023 #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fic #steddie #stranger things #my fic

[ask-whitepearl-and-steven]

Hey chekov uh, not to pry or anything, but in a post a few weeks back you mentioned something about Japanese people not believing LGBTQ people live there and I'm just wondering. Like what? How... bad is the bigotry there towards LGBTQ folk

You've caught me at an unfortunate time - I'm really not in the mood for writing a huge essay post on the topic. I would direct you to my main blog to peruse the tags and see my old posts on the subject, but... those are now out-dated by a few years.

There are far too many aspects to this question to answer it simply, or briefly. There are varying attitudes towards the people who fall under the LGBQTA umbrella - and just like in the states, depending on where you are, what you do, what you look like, and what you identify as, your experience will be completely different.

I recommend trying to search it up and read other people's personal accounts they've already written - preferably people who are LGBTQA themselves and currently live in Japan and are therefore qualified to comment - as that will be your fastest way to discover a variety of viewpoints on the subject. I understand that I am technically one such person, but I am not able to slap down a brand new blogpost on command, so you'll have to go digging.

#chekhov answers #lgbtqa

[thothxv]

I really don't want to talk about the present AO3 controversy (I have opinions, I think anyone paying attention does, but I'm so. Very. Tired. And the internet chews up tired people with opinions and spits them out for fun. So that's not happening).

HOWEVER!

I see many people out there championing Squidgeworld as an alternative to AO3. If you don't like AO3's staff or leadership and want to go somewhere else, this is actually pretty reasonable. The Squidge folks have been doing this a long time, they know what they're doing. They are a smaller team, hosting on smaller infrastructure (a dog knocked over their server once, apparently), but they seem up to the task of running an archive.

However. I also see people talking how Squidgeworld's policies are better than AO3 in various regards. And I want to address this because it's... mostly wrong. There are some differences in the TOSes, but for most of you they will be the same.

First thing, top of the list: Squidge's TOS is much smaller and vaguer than AO3's. A whole ton of rules around tagging in the TOS are just... not there. There's a bunch of information in AO3's TOS about how complaints are treated, that's all gone, any specificity about how Squidgeworld defines what they do or do not consider acceptable behavior is just... not there. In their place, we have Wheaton's Law: "Don't be a Dick". You might thing that covers it all, but a good TOS that makes it clear what is and is not allowed gives a lot of piece of mind. Nothing is worse than waking up to see that you've been given the boot because you and the mods disagreed about what the TOS meant. It sucks, you don't want that. It probably won't happen to most people, especially if you're not an asshole, but it is a thing.

The next thing in the TOS is the CSEM clause (the technical term for most of what people refer to as child pornography), and this is what I heard a lot of people talking about. I have heard people say that Squidge "actually bans child porn". However, the only difference between AO3 and Squidge's policies on CSEM (which is, to be clear, they they do not permit it) The only difference is this line: "This includes anything deemed pro-child sex or child-sex advocacy symbols." The thing is, that's subjective. A fic that involves this kind of content is not necessarily pro-child sex. Yes, even if it's RPF. And no, RPF is not CSAM. Nor is RPF CSEM, which is a broader umbrella term. At least, not under US law or US definitions, which is what both AO3 and Squidge operate under. I have done my best to get the official definitions for these things: RPF isn't covered. This has nothing to do with my opinions on RPF, it's just fact. In short, if you're upset at AO3 for not banning sexually explicit RPF containing real-life minors, Squidgeworld doesn't ban that either. Whether or not it takes down a fic with that kind of content in it is basically down moderation staff opinion on whether it might be advocating for child sex.

Now here's the juicy stuff. Squidgeworld prohibits links to any kind of fundraising... except in the case of original work. So, if you are a writer who posts original work to fic archives and wants to link your Patreon... you can do that on Squidgeworld. Just don't do it on fanfics. Or in the comments or in your profile. Standard AO3 rules everywhere else. Honestly, unless squidgeworld takes off on a scale that is frankly unlikely, this probably won't matter, but for some of you, this is a good thing, and it's worth bringing up.

Squidgeworld, unlike AO3, does not allow AI-generated fanworks. Now, I'm sure a lot of you are very happy, but this does actually present some problems: Specifically, you can't always tell AI generated and human work apart. Sure, a lot of the time it's pretty easy, but you can mask it, and sometimes the output could be confused for real writing. More importantly, real people's writing could be confused for AI writing. I could easily see fic authors being attacked with accusations that their work is AI generated, or co-written with an AI. I don't know if that will happen, but... well, some people are assholes, and fan communities are often drama-laden. It could happen.

Squidgeworld prohibits web scraping for the purpose of use with AI. AO3 basically has the same policy, and they've taken more technical measures to prevent it now that we're aware it's a thing that happens (the first time AO3 was scraped was pre-ChatGPT, people just weren't paying attention to this stuff. I imagine squidgeworld takes similar anti-scraping technical measures, although I don't know for sure). I think people don't think AO3 does this because in the post where they explained this they also said they allowed AI-generated fics, and they went on to say that they couldn't make it impossible for someone to scrape the site and feed that into a machine learning model. That's something Squidgeworld can't do either: if you really want a website scraped, that website can be scraped. This is why AO3 went on to say that archive-locking your work would make it less likely for scrapers to catch it, and that you could do that if you were concerned.

So yeah. I think broadly that these policies shake out mostly the same as they do on AO3 in terms of content. There's more vagueness and subjectivity and more things that malicious users could potentially abuse to waste staff time and attack other users, but... well, you can always submit false reports. That's a problem on AO3 too. Same as it ever was. And hey, at least there won't be any blatantly AI-generated fics over on squidgeworld. Mind, I haven't seen any in any of my fandoms anyways...

#squidgeworld #ao3 #thoth.txt #god i am so tired

[coldtwaer]

Crossed Paths

Summary: Marcel is a normal pred living in the city of Cyviriar. Reece is a not-so-normal prey on a mission. When they meet, both of their lives change forever…

This is a story in a time where the concept of being pred or prey has been around for a long while but laws have made it so that preds and prey can live together. Also, the idea of consuming prey is seen as taboo.

This is a nonsexual vore story however there may be mature themes (minus sexual stuff)

Read it on: AO3 | Wattpad

Tags: Serial, Vore, Vore-based world, Futuristic, Adventure, Fantasy, Same size vore, Half sized vore, Nonsexual vore

TW (as of now, more will be added if needed):  Mentions of fatal, Violence, Strong language, heavy topics/themes, Manipulation

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Crossed paths

Chapter 1: A meeting and a promise 

Word count: 1,314

Notes for chapter: No vore yet, Just setting up the main two. Enjoy ^^

——

Some say that rain is a symbol of change

That may be true, things always did seem to change when it was raining. That may be the way things were. 

For example, one change that happened is that Reece decided to move his heist to tonight.

—

Reece could hear the rain pouring outside as he snuck through the hall of one of the more heavily guarded places in Cyviriar.  But no security was a match for the infamous Reece Satcliff. 

The man hid behind a pillar as a Cydex bot passed by on patrol. “Top-tier security my ass, this is too easy,” he said quietly to himself with a chuckle. 

Reece pulled back his sleeve to look at his watch. Before he read the time his eyes drifted to the black marking that spread across the lower half of his arm like an unfinished sleeve tattoo. Prey. That was its meaning. That was what he was, and, he didn’t mind one bit. 

He realized that he was getting distracted so he quickly looked back to the watch to read the time.

His watch read 7:00 pm

“Alright, one shot to do this. No pressure” he thought as he took a small moth-looking device from his pocket and coded it to fly over and override the security barrier. The moth flew straight into the barrier and released a strange type of electricity which ended up short-circuiting it and both the moth and the barrier were disabled. 

Once that was taken care of he pulled up his mask and used the cloaking feature to slip past the Cydex guards while they scrambled in confusion.

“Guess that’s what you get for putting your new toys on the front lines of security oh ‘Most Technically Advanced City” He stuck his tongue out at the bots. 

With the biggest obstacle out of the way all that was left to do was simply walk to the seemingly bare stand that had glass encasing it. But that was only for show, a decoy for what was really being protected.

Reece got onto his knees and started feeling around on the checkered floorboard until he heard a beep. When he tapped on the same square he saw a white keypad illuminate on it. 

He looked at his watch, 7:03, he only had two minutes left to do this. 

“I’m guessing the code isn’t 1-2-3-4” Reece chuckled before using his watch’s other function. 

“Ness, decode this would ya?” he pointed his arm towards the square. 

The watch worked as fast as it could but time wasn’t on Reece’s side right now. 7:04

Finally, the decoding finished and the square slid open which revealed the true prize, the hard drive. 

As “luck” would have it, as soon as he picked up the drive, it was 7:05. His cloaking turned off to recharge.

Even better, the Cydex bots recalibrated and looked directly at him.

”Hey guys, I’m just gonna take this and go” Reece threw down a smoke bomb and took off.

—

Marcel made the mistake of thinking he was going to have a normal day.

 The sun was starting to set which would usually make an orange and lilac sky but it was raining so instead it was a dull grey that would eventually fade to black by the time Marcel got home. It was a monotone detail to what had been a monotonous day. 

He held onto his umbrella tightly as he ran across the crosswalk to beat the timer that was already down to 10. As he ran he could see the reflections of multicolored neon lights off of a large puddle that was waiting for him on the other side. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t avoid it. 

“Green, Pink, Yellow…” Marcel started listing the colors he had seen in the puddle as he sat on a bus stop bench and dried off his legs with the end of the hoodie he had taken off. Talking about colors made him feel calm. As an artist, colors were everything.

A small thing was that now that his hoodie was off, the pred marking on his arm was visible. But sometimes big changes only needed small sparks.

“I think it was more of an emerald than a chartreuse,” Marcel said as if he were talking to someone else.

Of course, he wasn’t. He didn’t have friends. At least, not anymore.

Once he had finished drying off he got back up. “I need to get home quickly so I can at least get a few hours of sleep” Marcel muttered. 

Currently, the fastest route would be to cut through Raygate Street and take the eerie-looking alleyways that winded all around the city.  Marcel hated going through those alleyways, but considering he only had four hours before his next job, he didn’t have a choice.

With a twirl of his umbrella to watch the colored light reflect off the droplets, he started to make his way across Raygate

Meanwhile, located on the other side of the town, a short man didn’t care at all about the puddles that were making his socks soggy. He was busy running from enforcer bots as he carried something small in his left hand.

-

Reece loved the night. The vibrant atmosphere made him feel like anything was possible. Or at least, whatever fate had planned.

 He came upon two alleyways as he ran. With his right hand, he quickly pulled out a coin, an old kc cent from a time long before the world had switched solely to digital currency, and flipped it. 

“Heads for left tails for right” he stated in his mind.  He trusted the world, more specifically this coin, would give him the right choice.

The coin landed on tails. He darted to the right and barely missed being hit by a T.A.Z.E dart. “Phew that was close” If there was something that Reece hated, it was being tased by those things.

“Cease resistance immediately,” a Cydex bot said.

”No” Reece looked back at the bot and winked before he went and knocked over a loose pipe to slow the guards down

Though he could evade these bots for hours, he needed to find a way to lose them. 

That’s when he remembered the unpleasant alleyways near Raygate. They were a lot less safe than the ones he was going through here since they were in the lower-class area but he knew them well enough to get by.

”Is it worth testing my luck?” Reece flipped his coin in the air again

 “Heads for yes tails for no” He called as the shiny piece of metal spun.

It landed and ‘the world’ gave him his answer. 

—

Marcel wondered why the world was so cruel. 

He tried to keep his eyes off of the unfortunate souls who were sitting in the alleyway with nothing more than cardboard and some clothes to their names. 

If it hadn't been for his first employer, he probably would have been one of those people.

”I hope the nightclub isn’t too busy tonight I’ve dealt with enough drunk men for one day.” Marcel sighed as he thought about the encounter he had earlier that day.

It wasn’t his fault that he had a more feminine look but it was that guy’s fault for harassing him.

He tried to get his mind off of those thoughts by thinking about how he would see that beautiful woman who performed almost every night. The way her dark curly hair covered her eyes made her mysterious and enchanting. 

Plus, her singing. There was a reason why she was nicknamed ‘The Nightingale’. Marcel would love to talk with her one day if he ever got enough courage.

He probably never would.

”Despite everything It’s oddly peaceful he-“ Marcel didn’t get a chance to finish his thought because someone body-slammed into him.

#vore blog #sfw vore #v.ore #crossed paths #vore story #vore writing #nonsexual vore #I am so late to finally post this but it's hereeee

[brandwhorestarscream]

Masterpost of AUs

As promised, here's the (wip) masterpost of all my AUs. In alphabetical order with a short synopsis, and the tags are all on this post so you can easily search them up :) if there's any I missed, please send them to me so I can get them added! If the laat tags aren't alphabetized that means I need to get on my laptop and move them around lmao

Bittersweet Reunion AU

TFA AU wherein the jet twins are Starscream's offspring specifically produced by the autobot government, and their finding out kicks off an entire domino effect storyline

Blitzbee Baby AU

Exactly what it sounds like. TFA Bumblebee gets Blitzwing sparked up and neither of them realize until he enters emergence

Cross Dimensional Shenanigans

- Umbrella tag for anything that involves more than one iteration of transformers interacting with each other

Cross Dimensional Starblitz

- How the CDS started. Focuses solely on TFP Starscream and TFA Blitzwing’s weird friendship

Cryptid Seekers AU

- Everything is the same except seekers are terrifying cryptids. Nuff said

Cybermorphs AU

- An AU in which a group of warframes working off planet accidentally stumble into an ancient, buried xenomorph nests, and come back to Cybertron bearing what becomes the first generation of cybertronian-xenomorph hybrids, aka the Cybermorphs. Features a lot of world building, Cybermorph Queen Megatron, a lot of fun alien biology, and some angsty MegOP among other ships

Cybertronians Are An Invasive Species

- No war AU wherein cybertronians are an invasive pest species that have moved onto earth and cause the most havoc

Cybertronians Are An Invasive Species: The Soap Opera

- Takes place in the invasive species AU, but specifically is about a goofy soap opera created by humans with the bots as the inspiration

De-Extinction AU

TFA, the autobots have finally run out of stored Allspark energy and, seeing as the artificially created population is completely sterile, are now an officially endangered species. Their only chance at salvation lies with the decepticons and their ability to produce "sparklings"... whatever those are 🤭

Hindsight AU

- Aligned continuity. Arcee goes back in time in an attempt to stop the war with the help of Vector Prime, accidentally creates a much worse world. Goes through several crazy timelines, currently on the Self Imposed Exodus.

OS×BB AU

A TFA storyline wherein Omega Supreme wakes much much earlier than canon, becoming truly self-aware and sentient. He and Bumblebee form a connection and Things Happen

Shadows House AU

- Exactly what it sounds like. All of our favorite bots and cons are parasitic fae members of the Shadows Family. Megatronus is plotting to bring it down from the inside. Lots of secrets and spooky stuff

Subnautica AU

- Starscream and Skyfire (and sometimes the other seekers) stranded on the terrifying hell planet, 4546B

Terran Task Force

- An angsty AU that involves GHOST getting their slimy hands on the Emberstone and making legions of their own little terran warriors

The Repopulation Project

- A dystopian future AU wherein the autobots won the war, and in an effort to save their species from extinction, implemented the repopulation project. It warped and twisted over time til the war frames are kept as nothing but livestock to be bought, traded, and harvested. In an attempt to change the horrific conditions of their present society, Optimus gambles by having decepticon high command reborn in the hopes that they'll be able to overturn the huge mess he made

Unicron Reborn AU

- Technically an AU/what-if of the 5th timeline of Hindsight. Unicron is killed and later reborn as a sparkling on Cybertron; Megatron adopts him. Later gives rise to The Spawn

#amnesiac Starscream au #bittersweet reunion au #blitzbee baby au #cross dimensional shenanigans #cross dimensional starblitz #cryptid seekers au #cybertronians are an invasive species #cybertronians are an invasive species: the soap opera #de-extinction au #hindsight au #megop twins #OS×BB AU #shadows house au #subnautica au #terran task force #tfa rodimags #the repopulation project #unicron reborn au #Megastar Vosian Political Drama Extravaganza #cybermorph au #reincarnation au #tfa baby boom

[wtf-a-psychoanalysis]

Heres a diagram on how i see the Leosagi tag should be. This might anger people but Leosagi is now an umbrella term and there's nothing to do about it and look at the asterisk bc that's very important because technically they don't nor can't have a specific tag if they combine Both characters or have a "different" Usagi.

And having the Leosagi general term is good for people who just want to block both pairings all together

I'll add more the the diagram

#leoichi #leosagi #rise leo #Miyamoto Usagi #yuichi usagi #samurai rabbit #rottmnt #leo x usagi #leo x Miyamoto Usagi #leo x Yuichi Usagi

[kenjakusbrainstem]

Rip Your Brain Out (Kenjaku x Reader x Mahito)

Contains: dubcon, kidnapping, dacryphillia, face slapping, tongue fucking, oral (f receiving), restrained reader, body horror (multiple arms), p-i-v sex, spitting, biting to draw blood, mild mind break, technically choking, cumswapping, reader can't see Mahito, mmf 3 way but only one of them gets it in.

I wrote this in like 3 days because I couldn't get it out of my head. Using writing as a coping mechanism to work through my trauma has been nice. I fear I made Kenjaku a little ooc so I actually cut a page and a half from this where I got too in my own feelings about him (rip). Never written a multiple partner scenario so hopefully this practice helps me actually write something better. Please reblog if you enjoy and leave tags or comments, seeing them makes me motivated! Thank you!

You, were a fool, you thought to yourself as you walked through the rain at 3am. Not even ten minutes ago you were dry inside your apartment, getting ready for a long day at work.

Everything was fine until you stepped outside to get a better look at the weather. Unfortunately your muscle memory took over and as you stepped out your hand locked the door behind you as it shut. Your phone and keys sitting just on the other side.

After standing, staring in disbelief at the door for a few moments you resigned yourself to an unpleasant two mile walk to work in the rain. You'd be a little late and wet upon arrival but there wasn't anything else you could do this early in the morning.

Not accustomed to walking in the dark during a storm, you kept your eyes down on your feet watching your step. The last thing you needed was to trip.

The streets in your neighborhood were normally busy, as they were lined with different apartment complexes and small shops. However, they were desolate at this moment.

You'd been walking for about five minutes before you walked straight into a person. The collision didn't seem to phase them, but you nearly jumped out of your skin. You stumbled back and fell right on your ass.

Looking up you watched as the person, a large man with an umbrella, turned around to face you. He simply stood there and stared at you on the ground.

"I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" you asked, trying not to get too upset by focusing on how you could help him. Not that he looked like he needed it. The surreality of the situation made you unsure of what to do or say.

You couldn't see much other than the dark jacket he wore, everything above the waist blocked out by the darkness and the umbrella's shadow.

When you moved to stand, a large hand presented itself in your face. Despite being unsure about the man you assumed he might just not know what to say. This was a weird situation after all. You took his hand and stood.

Now that you were standing you could see him a bit better. His hair a dark curtain around his face and a bored look in his eyes as he stared at you. You frantically tried to brush yourself off, but the rain made it impossible.

"Thank you for the help, sorry for bothering you," you attempted to excuse yourself and step around him, but his large frame made it hard to pass him. It made you nervous the way he just stood there. "I need to get past you."

He stepped closer instead of to the side, placing the umbrella over both of you. You could feel the heat radiating off his body with how close he was.

"What are you doing out alone so late at night?" the stranger asked, his tone hard to distinguish.

"I locked myself out and I'm now just trying to go to work. I'm already going to be late," you figured honesty couldn't hurt at this point. Maybe he would let you leave knowing you were in a hurry and not just out for a walk.

He nodded at you, as if he understood your plight. You couldn't help but feel like he was scrutinizing you more than a normal person would. It was so hard to guess what was strange about this man and this situation because of how odd it was.

"Come with me, someone like you shouldn't be out at this time or in this weather," he pulled you in closer to his side, you somehow hadn't noticed that he still had a grip on your hand. One arm now around your shoulders, he pressed you firmly into his side as his fingers dug into your arm.

You could barely stutter out a confirmation before he was walking the two of you into the direction you had originally been headed. His presence, the aura he gave off just felt so commanding, like going against him would be a bigger mistake than whatever he could do to you.

Regardless of how nervous he made you, you were going in the right direction. And he was keeping you dry. Maybe he was just socially awkward and trying to be kind.

"So, what's your name?" you figured breaking the ice might put ease to the feelings of anxiety in your stomach. The fingers on your arm stroked gentle circles on the wet flesh, like he was soothing a frightened animal.

"My name?" he asked, pausing to think for a moment. It made your anxiety spike, why would he have to think about his name?. "You can call me Kenjaku. That's my name."

You looked up from your feet to his face. He was still looking straight ahead, his side profile much clearer this close up. He must have been at least a foot taller than you, with a strong jaw and very handsome facial features.

For some reason, perhaps foolishness, his striking looks put you at ease. It would be easy to remember his face, if you ever needed to pick him out of a crowd. No matter how strange this was, he was helping you though. Pushing your doubt and anxiety aside you tried again.

"What are you doing out so early, Kenjaku?" you asked, trying to put your nerves at ease. It also helped that you were only about four blocks away from the cafe you worked at. You wouldn't have to deal with this strangeness for much longer.

The laugh that left his throat felt wrong. He pulled your body against him a bit tighter and quickened your pace.

"Oh I was just looking for someone," Kenjaku said, his voice made it sound like he was telling you a joke. You didn't see the humor.

You wanted to vomit. Or run ahead, but based on your height difference and the muscles you could feel pressed against you, you knew that would be a mistake. He would be able to catch you with no trouble.

"I'm sorry to disturb your search! I- I can just go on by myself, we're almost to my workplace anyway," you suggested, squirming in his hold. Even if he was just a helpful stranger, this could be a good chance for you to not only get out of this scenario, but leave him to his own devices.

The hand on your shoulder lifted only to rest on the back of your neck underneath your hair, his grip much lighter here.

"Nonsense, I think I might have found you," his words made your blood run cold. Before you could process what was happening, the hand on your neck harshly struck the back of your neck.

As consciousness left you, you felt him hoist your body in a bridal carry, the umbrella laying forgotten on the sidewalk.

Kenjaku smiled to himself, even if you weren't suitable for his original plan, he might get some use out of you.

---

Kenjaku didn't take to visiting Mahito's sewer hideout very often. Choosing to leave the young curse to his own devices, plus the smell bothered him. However it was very close by and secluded enough for his potential plans.

He needed to see if you could see curses, at the very least. Kenjaku had set out this evening with the intention of scouting for a potential new vessel. However perfect Suguru Geto's body was, it irked him the way he was recognized by people that could cause potential issues for him. He tried to be out of the monks robes whenever he might be seen, but he was quite fond of the more traditional dress.

He really only needed this vessel until October 31st, which wasn't too far away now. He hadn't expected to find anyone so soon, or even at all. Only happening on you by chance, but what is chance if not the universe's chaos in motion?

Now seeing you in a more well lit area, he could already tell that your form would be unsuitable for him and his plans. At the very least though, your supple form could entertain him for a night.

"Geto! What a surprise!" Mahito exclaimed, he was like a puppy who's master had finally returned home. "What did you bring me?"

Kenjaku scoffed, setting your soft body down somewhat gently on a raised surface that was similar to a table.

"They're not for you. I'm going to run a small test, and if they pass they might be useful for me. If not, they'll be discarded," he explained.

Mahito approached your unconscious body, pressing a hand into the flesh of your stomach, where your shirt had ridden up from being manhandled. Kenjaku reached out and slapped the curse's hand away. A wordless way of letting him know to back off.

"Oh are you going to take their body? Use it like a puppet like in those silly human movies? If you use her for that, can I watch?" Mahito twirled his fingers in his long hair.

He knew enough about Kenjaku's technique to know that he could use bodies, but didn't know anything specific. It's not like Kenjaku went around telling everyone he was involved with his deepest secrets.

Kenjaku thought for a moment, he supposed a show wouldn't hurt. Not that he planned on abandoning this vessel at the moment. Mahito's curiosity unknowingly sealing your fate. Mahito could just assist him in using you, he could find some type of lesson in that for the young curse.

"If you behave. Now, I need you to hold their wrists down. I'm going to wake them up," Kenjaku straddled your hips, putting his weight on you to immobilize your legs.

Instead of speaking, Mahito went to stand above your head at the end of the table. Pulling both your arms above your head and holding your wrists in his large hands.

Looming above you, Kenjaku took in your form for a moment. Your body wasn't perfect, none of the ones he'd inhabited had been. Though he'd already decided against using you as a vessel, he couldn't help himself from imagining using you to bring another cursed womb into the world. You certainly weren't fit to bear another like the Itadori child, but perhaps another death painting couldn't hurt.

Lifting his hand to your cheek Kenjaku slapped your face, hard.

A breath ripped itself from your lungs as awareness was forced upon you.

You attempted to cover your sore face but your hands were stuck above your head. Opening your eyes you saw something unfortunately not too surprising. The man from earlier, sitting on your pelvis.

He was smiling down at you. The hand that slapped you now rested on your throat. Not choking, just caressing your flesh, as if he were feeling for a pulse.

"Good morning, how are you feeling?" the cold voice above you asked.

You felt so stupid for trusting a stranger. For locking yourself out. You really were a fool.

"Why?" was all you could think to ask. Trying not to cry as you struggled against his weight. You couldn't free your arms either, though it didn't look like you were caught in anything, it certainly felt like they were in some type of vice.

Kenjaku shifted his hips against yours. Like he was trying to apply pressure, you couldn't tell if he was trying to grind against your core or just discourage you from moving. Feeling tears prick at your eyes, you started to cry, smudging your already rain ruined makeup.

"Geto! She's such a cutie when she cries!" Mahito exclaimed, once again his overly excited nature getting the better of him.

Instead of responding to Mahito, he simply observed your face for a reaction to Mahito's outburst. You looked troubled to say the least, but no more after his strange words.

"Because I thought you might be able to help me," Kenjaku explained, a bit of disappointment evident in his voice. The way he sounded you almost felt sorry for letting him down, shaking your head you pushed the absurd thought down.

His hand rose to cup your cheek again, thumb stroking below your eye, wiping up a mixture of tears and mascara. Perhaps if he interacted with Mahito you might notice, but he doubted it. Lifting his hand, Kenjaku wiped the streak of black across Mahito's cheek, under his eye.

"I'll do whatever you want!" you exclaimed. The gentle action confused you, it also didn't make sense why he was waving his hand in the air above your head. Regardless, begging was the only thing you could think to do in the moment.

"Tell me, are we alone?" Kenjaku asked, knowing your answer before you even looked around the room. Tipping your head back and staring straight into Mahito's chest, staring through it.

The pressure on your wrists lessened, the grip sliding up your arms as if the invisible cuff on each wrist was sliding up to the elbows. Yet you could see nothing, an itch in your mind told you that something was there, just beyond your perception.

"Maybe? I don't know, I'm sorr-!" your sentence was cut off by a shriek as he slapped your face again.

Looking up at him, his expression changed. He was clearly more annoyed than disappointed.

"She's just a normal human and can't see me. Is that what the test was about?" Mahito understood why you were there now, still feeling the need to ask. He squeezed your arms, moving them around a bit, watching the panic in your face intensify.

"Shut up Mahito, I told you to behave," Kenjaku spat out, annoyed at the childish curse. "I'll let you watch if you're quiet."

Your mind was swimming, cheek stinging from the slaps. Trying to wriggle free again, you pressed your hips up and move your legs. You only succeeded in grinding against your captor.

"Mahito? I think you have me confused for someone else. You can let me go, I won't tell anyone I promise!" you saw a ray of hope. If he was after this Mahito person, maybe he'd let you go once you explained you weren't them.

Kenjaku bent over, putting his face right above yours. Kissing at the cheek he slapped. Despite feeling both of his hands at your sides, you felt a hand in your hair holding your head in place.

The annoyed look in his eyes shifted back to disappointment, resting the tip of his nose against yours, he sighed in your face. When he opened his eyes back up, all emotion had left him. Just a blank void staring into your eyes.

"You don't even know I'm not the only one holding you down. He's going to watch me ruin you, then we will see what to do with you from there," Kenjaku kissed the tip of your nose, "If you put on a good enough show I won't rip your brain out."

When he finally kissed you, it was with none of the gentleness his lips had shown your face. Biting into your lip to get you to open your mouth, as you gasped he shoved his tongue down your throat.

His hands snaked their way under your back, nails digging into your skin as he scratched the flesh while pushing up your shirt.

You moaned into the kiss, the pain was unexpected but you still tried to keep up with the kiss. Just so you didn't choke on the tongue working its way around your mouth.

The hand, feeling of a hand, in your hair tightened. You gasped again at the sharp sensation, Kenjaku taking the chance to bite at your tongue as it slowed down in trying to tangle with his own. The taste of blood filling your mouth. He liked an active subject, it was more exciting than one that just cowered in fear.

"Are you trying to suffocate her?" Mahito asked. He wasn't stupid enough to not recognize a kiss, but he'd never seen the man before him express so much emotion without killing someone or speaking about their future.

Kenjaku ignored Mahito for a moment, choosing instead to suck the blood from your mouth. He must have bit your tongue harder than he realized. The taste of your blood in his mouth aroused him though. It had been too long since he'd partaken in pleasures of the flesh in a male body. And his vessel seemed more than capable of reproduction.

Pulling away from your face an inch, Kenjaku hovered above your gasping mouth. Bringing out one of his hands from behind your back, he used his fingers to hold your mouth open. He inspected the damage he'd done to your lips, it seems he'd made those bleed too.

Perhaps this would be good for him, since he seemed so eager already.

"Do you want to see how Noritoshi Kamo created those death painting cursed wombs?" Kenjaku asked Mahito as he continued playing with your lips. You were still breathing deeply, mouth open. Before Mahito could reply Kenjaku spat your blood and his saliva back into your mouth. Covering your mouth with his palm he forced you to swallow.

"We can just make more? Then why do I have to infiltrate their stupid school?" Mahito asked, bored of watching already. Though he did like to watch you squirm, he would prefer to be the source of your trembling.

Kenjaku shook his head, sliding off of your hips to settle himself between your legs. You attempted to kick him but he manipulated your limbs with such ease you weren't sure you were doing anything but making yourself more exhausted. For now Kenjaku just sat, pressed up against your spread legs, his hardening cock lining up with your core.

"No it takes too long, but I can show you the beginning of the process. Do you know much about human impregnation?" Kenjaku asked as he ran his hands across your plush thighs. Even through your clothes he could feel your warmth.

At the mention of impregnation you attempted to close your legs. Unfortunately he was snugly pressed up against you, causing you to wrap your legs around him. His large hands squeezing your thighs, holding them in place.

It was obvious you were only hearing part of a conversation. As if he were talking to himself, but the hands on your arms and in your hair made you sure you were the crazy one and not him. At least you assumed they were hands, the ghost of a touch with the pain of a vice grip.

"You can't! Please, you can still let me go!" you begged. You knew where this was going. Even without the words, the hardness pressing against you and his violent kisses eluded to what he wanted out of you.

Lightly grinding his hips into yours, Kenjaku stroked your thighs in a psuedo calming gesture.

"Don't worry pet, the process has to be at least a little pleasant for you. I'll make your cunt beg for this vessels cock," Kenjaku's fingers reached to undo your belt as he spoke.

"So are ya gonna impregnate her or kill her? If you're gonna kill her can I just transfigure her into one of my toys?" Mahito asked. The young curse had already forgotten what was mentioned about body snatching earlier, he just wanted another human to play with.

Kenjaku's hands stilled on your zipper. His eyes raising to meet yours, tear filled, cheeks stained red from being slapped. The desperation made his mouth water and cock harden painfully.

His hands tore at your jeans, instead of using the zipper. They ripped in two pieces, the tear forming at the seam and splitting cleanly with his brute force. He pushed your legs up, tearing the clothing from them. Laying the palm of his hand against your mound, he rubbed the sensitive flesh through your panties.

Kenjaku's other hand lifted again to Mahito's face before slapping the curse's cheek. The sound of an impact above your head startled you even more, as you couldn't see what he made contact with.

"If you're so bored, than leave before I make you. They're mine to 'play' with as you call it. I don't need you here for this vessel to fuck them," Kenjaku's hand soothed the cheek he slapped before returning it to your thighs. Pressing them wide open as he lowered himself to his knees.

His hands on your thighs jerked your body toward him, scratching your bare skin on the rough table under you.

You didn't know why he was being possessive, wishing you could hear the rest of the conversation. Not that it'd help, you just wanted to feel less crazy. Part of you thought this might just be an elaborate nightmare, but the large hands on your skin and the pain in your back grounded you in reality.

Kenjaku nipped at your thigh, bringing your eyes back to him. His hands leaving your thighs to pull his long hair up into a tight bun. You wished he wasn't so handsome. You hated to admit that under other circumstances you'd love to see a man this beautiful between your thighs. The only unsettling thing about his appearance the stitches on his forehead.

With his hair tied up he pushed your thighs back, the stretch of your muscle was almost unbearable.

"Hold these still too, I'll reward you if she doesn't move," Kenjaku spoke into your thigh. His seductive gaze landing somewhere above your head. You felt a similar pressure on your ankles to the ones on your arms. The force pulled your ankles to hover above your chest.

Whatever he was talking to, whatever was holding you, had to have at least four arms, maybe even five counting the grip on your hair. The thought made your head ache.

"Good boy," Kenjaku whispered, as he moved his hand to your still covered pussy.

You watched with morbid fascination and mild disgust as he moved your lace panties to the side. He slid a large finger through your folds before holding his soaked finger up to his face. Sticking the appendage in his mouth and sucking off the juices, his eyes never leaving yours.

A filthy heat wormed its way to your core and you felt yourself growing more aroused at the sight. Disgusted with yourself you tried again to wiggle away but the invisible grip kept you still.

With a smirk Kenjaku lowered his face to your wet pussy and began exploring with his tongue. You fought the urge to keep quiet, biting your lip and closing your eyes. His hot tongue sliding through your folds felt divine. It had been so long since you'd felt the touch of another.

Yet despite how good it felt he deliberately avoided licking too close to your clit. His tongue lapping up all of your arousal as it just kept flowing out of you.

Licking down further, his thick fingers spread your flesh open. Exposing your wet hold to the cold air. You shivered at how on display you felt. His tongue circled your entrance before sliding in.

A gasp left your clenched teeth at the sensation. His tongue wasn't extra long or thick, but the hot muscle licking at your walls, truly eating you out as he sucked your essence into his mouth had your legs trembling in place.

Daring to look down you opened your eyes again, noticing he was still staring back up at you. You couldn't help but grind down on his face, it felt so good and shameful at the same time.

When you pressed your hips closer to his face, his nose brushed up against your neglected clit, causing a moan to finally break through your lips. You felt his blunt nails dig into the flesh of your thighs, satisfied with your reaction

The obscene sounds of Kenjaku slurping and sucking your juices as he tongue fucked you added to how overwhelmed you were. Soft moans now spilling continuously from your lips.

He lifted his head, mouth and chin coated in your essence, licking at his own lips.

"Did you know, over one hundred years ago, men of science used to claim that you could tell how fertile a woman was based on their taste? I still don't know if it's true or just a myth used by perverted doctors," Kenjaku spoke. Again he was looking above you, obviously not speaking to you, which was a good thing as the words weren't fully processing in your mind.

Mahito seemed curios, tilting his head to the side. The gesture didn't suit his now uncanny form, two extra arms sprouting from his shoulders to keep your legs in place.

"What's it supposed to taste like?" the curse asked, not willing to say aloud that he wanted to taste.

Kenjaku lowered his mouth back to your pussy, tongue finally giving you the relief you desired by swirling it around your clit before sucking harshly at the bundle of nerves.

Your moan turned into a desperate whine as he sat up, hovering over your body, again interacting with the person you couldn't see.

Kenjaku again rested his palm on Mahito's cheek as he leaned in and kissed the curse. Mahito's mouth opened immediately, allowing Kenjaku's tongue in and swirling it with his own. Mahito sucked at the arousal coating the invading tongue.

The sight above you was so bizarre, and also unfortunately arousing. Kenjaku was obviously kissing someone, his lips pressing in and tongue moving in the air. You couldn't help but miss the feeling of him inside you. Your now empty pussy clenching around nothing.

"Please," you gasped out, still unable to use any of your limbs despite Kenjaku only having one hand on your hip.

Kenjaku used the hand resting on Mahito's cheek to push the curse away.

Both of Kenjaku's hands left you as he stepped back, taking in the sight before him. You spread open, covered in your own arousal, face flushed and covered in tears. Mahito above you and holding your still. It really was a shame you couldn't see him. At least you could still feel him.

Hands dropping to his own belt, Kenjaku stepped back up to you, rubbing the tip of his now free cock against your soaked pussy.

"I can't tell if you're begging me to stop or begging me to make your cunt cum all over this vessels cock. Which is it?" Kenjaku asked teasingly, the head of his cock rubbing against your entrance. His tone playful for the situation he'd forced upon you.

His words made you feel sick, despite the heat swirling in your guts you didn't actually want him to continue. Did you?

Your eyes widened as he started to press the head of his cock into you. You had definitely not been prepared enough for this. His tongue inside you was nothing compared to the thick cock stretching your entrance.

Thankful for his slow pace you tried to breathe steadily as he pressed into you.

"Fuck, your cunt is too tight. Can you relax for me, pet?" Kenjaku whispered. His voice measured, if not slightly strained.

His words and the hands now running up and down your pinned thighs made you want to listen to him. Every time he spoke you felt more compelled to obey, it had been that way since he first spoke to you. No matter how wrong this was, he felt so soothing.

You felt your muscles relaxing, allowing him to slip further into you. Your walls still stretching too far to accommodate his thick cock. While he hadn't fully filled you up, you felt him slide back out of you. Relief flooding your veins at him not being as big as you expected.

Kenjaku locked eyes with you, his hand guiding your face to make sure you were making eye contact. He smiled peacefully before winking at you. A sinking dread replacing the relief in your guts.

He snapped his hips forward, bottoming out far deeper in your pussy than you expected. A choked moan leaving your lips as he split you open. Instead of giving you time to adjust to his size Kenjaku set a punishing pace, slamming his hips into yours.

A chorus of shrieks and moans left your lips, unable to contain the feelings of pain and pleasure his thrusts were giving you. You were trying to stay relaxed but you couldn't help but clench at the violent intrusion. You felt your legs shake against the invisible grip holding you.

Sliding his large hand down from your face while still fucking into you, Kenjaku took hold of one of your legs. Freeing it from the grip it was in and holding it against his body. He manipulated your leg to hold you open at a different angle. Kissing at the ankle that was now in front of his face, his cock pressed even deeper inside of you.

The angle, while allowing him to go deeper also allowed him to brush up against a spot inside you that made your eyes roll back in pleasure. Your voice all moans and choked sobs as you felt your self crying again while he forced you toward orgasm.

"Can you- shut them up- Mahito?" Kenjaku asked, voice lower in pitch and strained from pleasure. While he wasn't moaning, hearing his voice quiver gave you some twisted pleasure. To know you were affecting him like this without doing anything made you not even notice his words.

You also didn't notice the smile forming on the curse above you's face, not that you could anyway.

Mahito lowered his face to yours, pausing just above you to study your face a little closer. He had never heard a human scream in pleasure before, though he guessed from your tears that it wasn't all pleasure. He loved the sounds you were making, but a command is a command.

Mahito slipped his tongue into your open mouth, sloppily kissing you. The angle was odd as is face was upside down, his nose brushing your chin. His tongue moving in your mouth with much less grace than Kenjaku's had with either of you.

Your eyes snapped open, choking on the intrusion. When you looked up you only saw Kenjaku, gripping your leg and fucking his thick cock into your spot with bruising accuracy. Whatever was kissing you must be the person holding you down, Mahito, you think you remember him say.

You tried to close your mouth, the feeling of kissing something you couldn't see unsettling. Though the sloppy movements of the eager tongue in your mouth did feel good, you felt yourself getting even wetter around Kenjaku's cock.

The feeling of the tongue in your mouth growing in size made you panic. What started as a normal muscle now filled your mouth. You could feel your spit seeping out of your mouth and mixing with your tears on your face. The kiss was too much, you couldn't breathe.

The lack of oxygen and the constant assault on your pussy ripped your orgasm from you. Pussy gushing cum around Kenjaku's cock and clenching your already tight hole around him, as if begging to be filled by his release.

The tongue in your mouth eased up into a more normal kiss as you gasped and gagged, choking on the force of your orgasm and your full mouth.

Suddenly the mouth was ripped from yours, leaving you panting and whimpering from overstimulation.

Kenjaku threaded the hand not holding your leg in Mahito's hair, yanking the curse's mouth away from you before forcing him into a bruising kiss. Kenjaku kissed Mahito with more tongue and teeth than last time. Moaning into the curse's mouth as your pussy squeezed his release out.

Kenjaku's thrusts slowing but still pushing so deep inside of you as he painted your womb and walls with his hot cum. Mahito took advantage of Kenjaku's moan by taking over the kiss, greedily sucking on his tongue again and exploring his mouth.

In your post orgasm haze you stared up at a slack-jawed Kenjaku, obviously being kissed the same way you had been. You watched him pull away slowly as his thrusts finally stopped inside of you. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his cock still buried in your pussy.

"You're lucky this was so much fun. Maybe I'll keep you around for a while as my pet until I tire of you. Unless you'd rather me keep my promise of ripping your brain out?"

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