#and plot thickens hehe

[agent-green-ultra]

"God, did you get schedule with that shithead?"

"Yeah, nurse already got burn paste or whatever, it is going to be a pain in the ass"

"Danm Kohaku bastard, couldn't he take a leave literally any other day when that gremlin isn't around."

"I heard is something with his spouse."

"Idiot, should have dodged that bullet."

"Hey, that isn't always the case you know."

"O yeah absolutely because you still has eyes for-."

"Shut up!!"

Kurorgiri wanted to sigh, but he doubted the spyware didn't have a two way access and accidentally set the two morons about a breach, and then he wouldn't hear the end of it from Tomura.

But his attention was snapped back into the conversation with the sharp crack of the rage in his heart.

"I bet the Shimura kid would be so much better-."

"O my god-."

"I'm serious! he-."

"Just because a kid 'presumaly' matches well with your quirk.-"

"It would and you know it! And our tag team always get to them sometime."

"It is unfortunate that i have to agree with you."

"You would liked to see what we could do with such powerful quirk, jujst admit it."

"I plead the fifth."

"That's a american thing and you know it."

"Fuckin' shut it you dumbass."

"I think they would go with something like Agent Ash Dusk."

"As if the superiors have any poetic taste to come with that."

"Suggestions are open the last time i saw."

"Not like, 12 years ago tho."

"I bet we could still make him an agent today tho-."

It is with every fiber os self restrain that Kurogiri doesn't imediatelly shut the transmissor with a slam of his hand, instead, he got to the simple task of filing the real names and quirks of the agents still chattering in his ears that he was trying to not even listen, but he could hear his grip on the pen make the plastic creak dangerously.

Finally, he could shut it off.

Yasu Hikaru, Quirk: Sanding. Shiori Katsumi, Quirk: Good Neighboor. transformation and mutation, doctor would like the former and Sensei would definetly enjoy the latter, and their bodies would be sure candidates for more trials of the vessel project.

Kurogiri forwards those to both Doctor, who is sure to inform Sensei, and their usual harvesters of their new target, and now with a turned off computer, Kurogiri exits the room.

The Bar was quiet, Tomura may enjoy violent games with all sorts of visuals of violently doing things, but there is agreement betwen the two that the sounds and "music" most of those port are too grading to any ear.

It is with strides that Kurogiri get's behind the bar counter, he knew like the back of his hand where every beverage and items were, so it was effortless to pick one of the low names in one of the shelfs, it was some sort of beer like one, more to sweet fruit than the everyday can.

Kurogiri slammed it down the sink, not shattering it at first, but opening and closing of a portal pair soon made the somehow soothing clinking sound to the enraged mind, and with the tap water running, he nailed the coffin shut by turning up the garbage disposal, their industrial grade quality soon giving an end to any shards into fine dust and down the drain with the beverage it cointained.

"So, who's dying tonight?" The snapping attitude imediatelly left Kurogiri, turning to look to his ward inputting a series of rapid commands, Kurogiri breathed easy.

They could do nothing to him, they couldn't twist Tomura like Eraser had, and if they tried, Oboro Kurogiri wouldn't save qualms to revert the act and make sure they payed double over it.

"None of your concern, Young master."

"Tsch, fine, keep to yourself, i don't care."

Kurogiri wouldn't dare to laugh at the tension now presenting from his ward shoulders, but he did find comedy in it.

"Could I suggest you go over your studies one more time instead of stressing over this level?"

"Shut it, i got everything and we both know it."

Kurogiri did chuckle at the petulant cute tone of hiw ward.

"Then perhaps you would find okay to invite those two, hot and red ones."

Tomura hissed, but Kurogiri atributed it to the game over screen he just gained then his offer.

"Do whatever, i'll stay here."

Kurogiri nodded, satisfied with the answer and the knowledge that he would stay there, and no one would make him otherwise.

Well, there is always Sensei, but Kurogiri trusts his judgement.

The dark body darted behind the crates, no sound came from their steps as the took their way around any wandering eyes, just a bit more until she reached the desk, ignoring the papers on top, the figure took to the bin next to it, swinddling four crumpled papers.

The figure rested a hand on the top of the desk, filling their quirk do it's ways and much information away, it was just two minutes they stayed station, but she didn't want to test luck, and soon made their way in the warehouse until a door to exit was meet, She would count victorious to not being caught, if the door didn't open itself to show a burly man walking inside.

He hesitated in the sight, She didn't.

Darting bellow the leg pair, she took sprint, making sure to be near any wall, they pivoted turn and turn almost to not hearing the screams of those working in that place.

It was with a welp and hearing the majorly distant shouting that the figure tripped forward, not stopping down, with hand and knees she pushed until they were safely hidden behind a dump, and so she held her breath in 5 seconds, slowly realeasing through her not visible mouth.

The was the suspense for several minutes, but the was no thumping feet or shouting anymore, so she could finally relax and close their only eye.

Northern breathed safe, and let their quirk eat away the information at the paper she held, and discard it too in the dump when standing up and slowly making her through the streets, exchanging the dark shirt for long red sleeves and downing a skirt over their pants.

Some blocks away and finally they started to look over the information gotten, and hoped it wasn't just tax balances that she was almost killed over, because that moving company was a cover for fitting ring with perhaps some mercenary deals, and they would be the first to know-.

BINGO!!

Northern exhaled relieved, it was an order for sure of elimination, there was no receipient but the pay was already given, and their targets were workers in the wrecked facility, but why-

A Fae like quirk??

Nothern fastened their step, wishing they did buy that discount retractable cane, this didn't sound good if the other leads were pointing.

It is one thing a nobody have that overpowered thing.

Another to have the king of underground crime to have it.

#kurogiri #shigaraki tomura #agent northern #fic #d biok au #d-biok au #don't blame it on the kids au #murder plan #kurogiri is very pissed hehe #mother hen #and plot thickens hehe #dad-ect-events #Obscure-DadsWeek1 #yes this was for an event no my disappearance WASN'T #sorry sorry but i'm back (i think) #so everything's alright

[adrift-in-thyme]

CHAPTER 8 IS UP

The Chain enjoy a day at the bazaar. Meanwhile, Link grows worried for his brothers' safety. Especially Sky's.

#hehe the plot is thickening #i'm getting nervous tbh #cause most of my decisions during the planning stage are being finalized now #and i've got to actually make them kinda make sense XD #but i'm very excited too #we're arriving at the second part of the arc #and growing closer to that climax i'm so eager to write #linked universe #linked universe fic #first meets the chain au #lu first #lu sky #lu chain #chapter update #trin writes

[whatlovelybones-if]

The voice called my doctor by name, but our twin so far only called us our nickname... I may be reaching but I don't think the voice is our twin

👀

#asks #the plot thickens #hehe 😈 #what lovely bones #bonnie nonnie

[smuggonifico-lmao]

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#rottmnt #rottmnt au #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #TWIOH Au #rise michelangelo #rise donatello #rise raphael #rise leonardo #Cw unreality #cause i wanna tag this just in case since #yknow #points at all of this #hehe the plot thickens as one might say

[lovemari]

Who?

KEEP US HIDDEN!

Scaramouche x Fem! Reader SMAU

You, an outcast at your school is introduced to 4NEMO by your best friend, Xiao. Specifically, you were introduced to Scaramouche. You ended up writing a song yourself and Scaramouche noticed the song and instantly texted you about it. You two quickly fall in love but you need to keep this relationship a secret for the both of you.

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Notes: I am back! also, the plot thickens. finally! we meet scara!!! [name] sounds like a b*tch but there's a reason for that. hehe! keep reading to find out!

Taglist (open): @localscarasimp @shutingstar @ukinya @lily-lmao @yourfavoritefreakyhan @chemiru @veekoko @kqbukimono @skyoverkill1 @aphrodict @vernith @viannasthings @aruatsu @gingerblxssxm @wanderstarr @karma-gisa @mercy-not-merci @morgyyyyyyy @magica-ren @meadowofdarts @scaraenthusiast1 @crossedtoesforluck123

#🐚 | keep us hidden #scaramouche #genshin scaramouche #genshin impact scaramouche #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche smau #wanderer smau #genshin impact smau #genshin smau #smau #genshin impact wanderer #wanderer x reader #genshin wanderer #☁️ | lovemari's work #scaramouche x female reader #wanderer x y/n #wanderer x you #wanderer #genshin x reader #genshin impact fanfics #genshin impact x reader #genshin self insert #genshin impact self insert #genshin impact #self insert #genshin x fem!reader smau #female reader #fem!reader #genshin scaramouche x reader

[eliplague]

Penny for my thoughts | The Sunshine Court (Part 1 maybe)

Just finished The Sunshine Court so I need to get some of my thoughts out of my head because there’s just too many. (Spoiler warning read at your own discretion)

1. Expect the Jean and Niel parallels post ‘cause it’s COMING

2. Never in a million years would I have ever known how much I needed to see Jean getting adopted by lesbians, thank you Nora for opening my eyes.

3. Renee and Jean friendship had me MELTING INTO A PUDDLE, I need everyone to know how dear that friendship is to me and how close I hold it to my heart.

4. Jean giving up information through freudian slip every damn time had me wanting to slap him upside the head, but I knew he wouldn’t have said anything other wise. Necessary evils and whatnot (If you get it you get it).

5. I still cannot decide if Jean holding into his ruined belongings is more of a self sabotage situation to remind himself he should be submitting or a “I know we ruined each other closely beyond repair, but you are still the only familiar thing to me”. Could be a little bit of both but I’m leaning more towards the first one.

6. LOVED all the representation in the book and how fast Jean was to accept it, my boy really dgaf.

7. My prediction that TSC was going to have to be cut into two books was correct and I’m glad Nora decided to do it that way. Like I said in THIS post, Jean has to deal with his trauma on the first book to make way for Jerejean to blossom, in my opinion, it was the best course of action.

8. Cat and Laila my beloved. Cat is my favorite character and I loved her the moment she was introduced, Laila being the handler to Cat’s chaos made me super warm inside.

9. Barkbark Von Barkestein is an incredible name and when I adopt a dog I will be naming it this.

10. I KNEW Grayson was going to make an appearance the moment his name kept coming up, even though it was coming I still had to stop breathing some fresh air when he inevitably did, because the seething rage I felt can only be compared to the Drake scene (as Jean so graciously did)

11. I’m so damn curious about Jeremy’s past I feel like I’m about to implode (hehe) from curiosity. Nora had me running mental laps trying to theorize why his family hates him so much. At first I thought it could be because he’s gay but then he mentioned Exy… 👀 the plot thickens

There’s so much more I want to talk about but I don’t trust myself to write an eloquent enough paragraph right now. I’m drunk on excitement and exhaustion from reading the whole book in one sitting. Did I procrastinate on some assignments because of it? Perhaps but that’s for future Eli to figure out.

#the sunshine court #jeremy knox #jean moreau #catalina alvarez #nora sakavic #niel josten #renee walker #barkbark von barkenstein

[witch-and-her-witcher]

Krampus, Dearest

elucien | E | krampus AU, smut | 3k

Tada! I am the Naughty SuS, @moonpatroclus! And I hope you enjoy this unhinged gift, Happy Holidays!!! <3 <3 <3

(thanks as always to @wilde-knight for the read through and enabling this unhinged plot bunny hehe)

*this fic based off of a pic that iykyk

~*~

Metal clanks across the cold, damp stone floor of the dungeon.

Hot breath rattles against the magical containment mask.

One beacon of gold light cuts through the single eye hole, locking on to the female who has broken the enchantment on the cell door. She steps inside in a swirl of sweet cinnamon and toffee, a billow of ebony velvet fabric of a cape with a hood pulled up to cover her features.

The male chained to the wall doesn’t react.

How long has it been since another has entered his cell? Since he’s heard the thrum of another heartbeat in close proximity?

The female pushes back her hood, lets her honey curls cascade around her heart shaped face. Blood red lips part as another spell is whispered. The metal falls away from the male’s wrists, his hoofs — the mask clatters to the floor last, with a resounding clunk.

Krampus is free.

Decades spent locked away.

“Oh, darling, darling,” the female coos, rubbing at the harsh lines dug into his flesh. “What has that cruel Saint Nick done to you?”

Krampus jerks away, his russet eye blown wide. The cloying sweet smell reminds him of —

“Only to hide the scent of the poison, my dear. To remove the guards, I had to ply them with gingerbread treats with a dash of Krampus spirit.”

“Who are you?” he asks, voice rough from disuse.

The female’s hands are back on him, carding through his fire red locks, stringy from lack of care. Her fingertips graze the base of his horns and Krampus shutters at the shocky wave of sensation that bursts through him.

His exposed cock thickens between them unbidden.

Eyes limned with silver; she pulls him firmly against her soft, plush curves. “It’s me, Elain. Oh, my dear Lucien, this rivalry with your brother has gone too far …”

“I don’t know what you speak of.” His voice is so gruff, grating in his throat. Krampus ruts his hips forward. He’s forgotten what the feel of his swollen, slick red cock along a female’s body feels like, that he’s certain of.

Elain?

He doesn’t know Elain. But he wants to know much more of her.

Tucked close, he picks up the anise concentration beneath that sickly sweet smell, the spicy cinnamon, the snap of ginger … Yes, poison for the guards. Not a lie. As his nose explores the gape of her neck she exposes to him, her hands slide down his body to rest on the unkempt fur on his hips, beneath the lean corded muscle of his abdomen.

“Not here, dear. Home, let me get you home and washed, fed, then there will be plenty of — oh! You naughty creature!” Elain giggles girlishly as his thrusts quicken, chasing the heady pleasure of friction against her body. It’s the loll of his thick tongue along the bottom of her jaw that elicits the strong response.

Krampus has been locked away for so long.

Too long.

This creature, this female, this Elain, is delicious now that he tastes the salt of her skin. The lingering flecks of the guards' blood brought along with her.

“How I’ve missed you, Lucien. How I’ve missed you.”

Krampus likes the sound of her featherlight voice on his ears. It’s been his own harsh breathing echoing in his ears, the slap of water droplets on the stone floor, the occasional grunt of the guard throwing his food onto the floor.

Elain whispers a spell that swallows them whole and deposits them in an overwhelmingly warm space. Krampus flinches at the glowing flames of the fire in the hearth, the candles lit all around —

“Shh, it’s alright. Let me help you.” She cups her hands over his eyes. The gold one whirs, trying to adjust to the return of nothingness.

The frantic beat of his heart calms. Krampus growls from deep within his chest. Unsettled.

Elain’s ample curves press against his back and her scent is muskier now, shot through with arousal. A lingering waft of ozone from whatever spell cleared away proof of her deeds to rescue Krampus. Krampus can’t think with the press of her body against his.

“There you are, my sweet,” she whispers against his ear. “You’re safe, you’re home. Let’s go to the bath now.”

They lounge in the bath. The longer Krampus soaks in the aromatic, bubbling hot water, the more his thoughts become less fuzzy. At the edge of his mind, memories are tugging and fighting their way back to his consciousness. 

Elain smiles, the supple arch of her cupid's bow stretching. “As the magic fades, you’ll remember more. There’s no rush, you’re safe here with me.”

“Elain.”

“That’s right, darling.”

Krampus likes the way “darling” curls around her tongue.

He also likes the way his tongue curves around her sudsy breast, the rose petal bud of her nipple. There isn’t an inch of her body he doesn’t want to touch, feel, claim. Perhaps the only kind thing his brother had done when locking him away was taking his memory of this flesh from him, repressed along with his magic with that horrible, cold mask.

Elain’s laughter slides into a breathy moan.

“I haven’t finished your hair yet. Or oiled your horns.”

Krampus bares his pointed canines at her, his tongue still dancing a wicked rhythm across her hot skin.

“Don’t think you’ll scare me, Krampus,” she says, brows furrowed as her lips part and her cheeks flush prettily. “You’re less intimidating than a hungry Lucien, I promise.”

“I’m very hungry now,” he growls, hooking her feet around his hips and drawing her to him.

Elain carefully wedges his erection between their bellies. Hers, so soft and giving. His, hard and rippling. “Just a bit longer of a wait, my love. I know how you hunger; I feel quite starved myself.”

A voice Krampus doesn’t know answers her. “You’ve been faithful?”

Her lashes become dewy. “Always, Lucien. There is no one else for me.”

Krampus blinks away the daze, metal eye whirring in confusion. In the quiet that lapses between them, Elain sniffles and lets fat tears roll down her cheeks while she fusses over his hair, his horns, with tender touches and herbal scented concoctions. 

He’s still painfully erect.

But something binds his curious hands only to her thighs, his tongue to the confines of his own mouth. Respect for this female’s emotions roiling to the surface. He doesn’t understand and Krampus has a deep desire to punish the off-putting display — he’s free, only debauchery and joy should reign. Yet he bides his time, certain he'll get what he desires in a howling end.

She towel dries his hair, squeezing the excess moisture from the now clean length of liquid flame. Krampus watches her breasts squeeze between her arms as she tenses and releases with each motion. 

Touch, he needs to touch.

“Where is the bedroom?” he demands.

Elain bites her bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth. “Are you sure you don’t want to rest first?”

“Where?”

“Through that door with the golden doorknob — Krampus, oh my!”

Krampus has her thrown over his shoulder, flush bottom under one hand to steady her. So close to his face, the honey sweet musk of her sex wafts to him between her parted thighs. The head of his cock weeps with anticipation.

As he swings open the ornate door to the bedroom, he nearly crumples under the weight of memory surging over him. The dark four poster bed, the plants growing in every corner, hanging from hooks and trailing viney growths around the bed’s canopy. The thick rug under foot. The great, arched windows overlooking a stand of trees and a garden he can’t see in the dark but he knows exists below.

“Elain,” he gasps, setting her onto her feet and staring deeply into her doe eyes. “Home, you’ve brought me —”

The clarity chokes as his hands rove her backside and the fleshy asset there pulls Krampus to the surface once more.

“On the bed. Now.”

The shift doesn’t throw her off. Elain nods eagerly, mounting the bed and waiting for his next command.

Krampus is too hot with desire to think through where he wants her next. He can only surge forward and press his cock into the crease of her backside. The slick red of his cock slides between her cheeks as he presses them together, taking handfuls of her flesh. All for him, taking it all for Krampus to revel.

“Where?” he demands on instinct. He doesn’t know what he’s asking the location of, but he knows he needs it.

Elain gestures towards the bedside. “There, darling.”

A bundle of birch branches. A length of black satin.

“Here,” she guides gently. “You’ll need to bind my wrists, dear. Do you remember how?”

“Of course.”

The ribbon flows easily into place, magic from a slowly refilling well. His hips drive forward, seeking more and more. Whatever knows her, knows how to please her, but more importantly sate his own hunger … Her ass begs for his punishment, milky, unblemished skin too perfect, too pert. It needs to bear his mark. 

Krampus ties her wrists in front of her and takes his rute in hand.

Pliant, flushed, supple and awaiting his next command, Elain is kneeling on the bed with her face pressed down into the mattress. Lips parted, breaths shallow. Lashes thickly sweeping along her cheeks. Ass high, an appetizing peach ready to be bitten into.

Krampus’s fingertips ghost over the flesh of her ass, over the black silk and lace panties that do nothing to dampen the heady scent of her blossoming arousal. He grazes the ribbon that holds the panties in place, feels her tighten in anticipation … Then moves his hand back down so the round of his palm is on her exposed plump of skin where her backside meets her thighs.

He rubs a few warming circles there, lets his thumb graze her inner thigh.

Elain whimpers.

Krampus brings his rute down on that warmed through spot of flesh with a resounding, punishing thwack.

The sweet gasp that rents through the female beneath him curls his insides. His cock aches with each sound of pleasure, the thrill electrifying, mouthwatering.

Each hit, each slap of unforgiving reed along tender flesh, pulls another gasp, another whimper, from those salaciously full lips. Elain pinches her brows together, tries to bury her face into the blanket — but Krampus pulls her chin back so he can see what he’s doing to her.

How he’s wrecking her with the punishment of his rute.

And he hasn’t even touched her dripping cunt yet.

He lets the bundle of birch slap against her ass until he’s satisfied with the red fractals of swollen skin blooming, the thin sheen of sweat on her skin, how she tenses with each strike and then dips her spine into a tempting curve when the pain passes …

The slick, sticky arousal he can scent seeping between her thighs intoxicates him. It’s like the first greedy guzzle of life’s richest champagne, to have a female wanting for his touch … Krampus has missed this.

His divine purpose, to sow mischief and revelry. To fornicate and punish wicked deeds.

And wicked Elain is, for she peers over her shoulder at him, and asks, “More, Krampus?”

More.

More.

“How naughty have you been while I was away, sweet girl? Was that enough of a punishment? Or do you have more to pay retribution for? Don’t lie or I won’t be able to make you feel better after.”

“I haven’t, Krampus,” she spills out fervently, “Only those guards, I only did away with them to get to you. Otherwise, I have bided my time, studying and improving on my skills so I could only free you and be with you again!”

Krampus rubs the swelling tendrils left by his rute and hisses through his teeth as her breath catches in her throat at the pleasure-pain. How she sucks in sharply when he presses his thumb nail along one of the ridges that is pin pricked with blood.

“I believe you, so I’ll reward you.”

His cock is so hard, so swollen with need, it pulses with its own heartbeat. The throbbing makes him too hasty to fiddle with ties or ribbons. Krampus rips her panties away from the flesh he desires so carnally.

The cunt revealed is too sumptuous to deny himself a taste.

Krampus presses his fingers into the flesh of her thighs to part Elain’s legs wide enough for his mouth to slot between those tempting folds. His chin nestles against her thatch of golden girls, his tongue lathes her cunt in a broad stripe before swirling around her entrance.

When the long, thick appendage pushes inside of her, his ass clenches with the resistance he meets.

“My sweet,” he gasps, reeling back. “You really haven’t …”

“For you, Krampus, only for you,” Elain proclaims, knees wobbling. “Please, please, don’t stop.”

Stop? As if such a possibility could exist.

He flicks his tongue over the swollen nub at the tip once, twice, as many times as it takes until she’s shaking and bucking with need, and then he plunges back into her. If he wanted to, he could press his nose closer and inhale the earthy aroma of all of her most intimate parts, but Krampus needs to work his darling open slowly and fears too much of his tongue too quickly will ruin her for his cock.

The weeping, jutting red of his erect cock unsheathed from his foreskin will just have to wait.

“Oh, oh, just like that, Krampus,” she croons, and he thinks he could get her to say anything he wants as he plays her like a puppet.

The walls of her cunt begin to flutter and tense against his tongue. He can taste how close she is, the heavenly slick of her insides coating his chin, his lips, and he needs to taste, to feel her —

Elain cries out in ecstasy as she shakes and comes undone around him.

Krampus crows with pride in his gut, as low as the searing arousal harbored there.

Yes, yes, yes. This is what he has been craving, alone in that cell with only his own hands to occasionally pleasure himself. He bites the sensitive skin of her inner thigh and flushes further with male pride as Elain keens beneath him.

“Wicked,” she calls him like it's the sweetest compliment. “Oh, how I’ve missed your wicked tongue.”

The lilt of her blissed out words, the blush streaking her freckled cheeks, her neck, her breasts if they weren’t hiding from him …

He turns her over, pressing her bound hands above her head. Holding them needlessly in place with one hand over her wrists. He straddles her and stares down at this perfect female beneath him. Stretched out, bared, all for him. A willing sacrifice of flesh to his wicked ways.

His fur covered knees shuffle along the covers until he’s straddling her breasts and his thick cock is hanging just above her lips.

“Open.”

Elain opens her mouth, holding her tongue out flat to graciously welcome the head of his cock into its warm embrace. She wets the rest of his length with her hot mouth as he pushes in. It seems like an impossible fit, but there’s minimal choking as Krampus presses to the back of her throat, stretching sweet Elain’s cherry red lips at the widest part of his cock.

Krampus reaches down to knot his hand in her honey waves. Her eyes are shut, gentle moisture rolling from them and while he should know it for a bodily reaction, Krampus can’t help but know deep in his core they’re tears of joy to be reunited with his cock. Elain is grateful to have him in her body once more.

Pulling back out enough to thrust back in nearly undoes him, but it’s when she swallows around him when he sheathes himself once more … Krampus can only last through a few more quick thrusts before his balls are taut and he’s cresting into climax.

Elain takes it all.

Krampus howls with delight.

His punishing thrusts as he empties himself down her throat, the harsh yanks on her hair, with adoring fawn eyes turned on him, watching his every twitch and expression as he wrings himself dry.

“Elain, Elain, Elain.”

When he draws back, fae legs replace the furred ones. Feet where there were hooves.

“Oh, Lucien.” This time, the tears are obviously joyous as she throws her arms around him and pulls him down into a crushing embrace.

Lucien nuzzles into her hair, gentles the spot on her head that must ache from his hold earlier. He chokes on his own tears as memories, emotions, self-awareness comes crashing back to him. His brother has kept him in his demon form for so long, the dissociation is overwhelming.

Elain sobs even as his cock hardens once more, just from the proximity of her.

“Let me untie you.”

She clutches the sides of his face, a delirious smile on her lips. She kisses him tenderly, and then with searing passion while lifting her hips up to meet his thickening erection.

“More, my love. More.”

“I’ve missed you,” Lucien whispers into her skin as he pushes inside of her and gives her anything she could possibly want — and more.

It’s only as they lay in a heap of limbs, chests still heaving in post-orgasmic bliss, that Lucien lets reality creep into his thoughts.

“Elain …”

“Yes, my love?”

“Just how many guards did you …?”

“I’d expect a visit from St. Nick or his partner by the end of the night.”

Lucien groans happily and pulls Elain’s leg back over his lap to better angle a kiss. His sweet angel of death, willing to impart any punishment necessary to return him, Krampus, to the freedom he deserves.

“What will I do with you, darling?”

Elain’s devilish eyes glint on the rute once more. “I have plenty of ideas.”

#for my sweet sunshine darling! #sorry i cant be normal hehe #krampus au #elucien #elain x lucien #acotar #acotar fanfic #smut #a little bit dark

[mygwenchan]

Nont, that was very Vegas-coded of you 😌

Damn Prom, you better run... Cause this one is gonna eat you up!

Also, love the vibrant colors in this scene

AHA! So Prom is the one who transferred all the money to Nant!

Where did he get the money from though? Steal it from the Playboyys, which is why they complained about the shitty pay? Maybe some other shady stuff?

And the plot thickens! Ok, so Nant had debts, but not with Prom or anyone we already know. So it has to be a third party. I guess Prom tried to help Nant to pay off the debt and that's why he gave him so much money?

Now I wonder why Nant was so deep in debt that even several hundred thousand baht weren't enough to pay it off... Don't know if it really is that plausible that he needed the money to help his sick mother. Gambling debts maybe? Or maybe he and/or his mom were involved with the mafia somehow?

Not necessarily Could also be that Prom already knows you're Nont and not your twin...

Wait... Is Nont imagining he's talking to his twin or...

This kind of reminds me of that older Japanese BL movie Itsuka no Kimi e. It's about a boy who meets twins and falls in love with both of them. But in the end it turns out that one of the twins had actually already died and that the remaining twin developed a split personality with his alter being his dead twin brother.

Or Nont is simply possessed, might as well be a ghost story 🤷‍♀️

Yes, punish him daddy! (I had to XD)

Looks like someone is into spanking hehe

Ring the bells! Turn on the sirens! 📣✨

We've officially got a D/s couple!!!

Or not...? 😭

#playboyy the series #gwen's watchlist #playboyy ep2

[nessieartss]

I really love your rendition of Kaori since she wasn't talked enough in the manga 😭. I imagined her someone who was a special grade that left the jujutsu society because she wanted a normal life and met Jin (that until Kenny decided to be silly and wanted to be a woman for once)

But, imagine this actually happened and everyone just took the puzzle pieces for Sukuna's origin of his cursed energy like "You're kaori's son?! That explains it" *gestures at the itadori brothers*

Hi! Oh i think the idea that kaori was/is a jujutsu sorcerer or had a ct herself, came from this anon here, so i don't take credit for that hehe.

Ooh the way the plot thickens like a fine soup tho. Sukuna and yuuji would be amaze to find out that their mother was a special grade sorcerer this whole time, ugh my heart 😔

#jjk sibling au #ask #anon #student sukuna au #answer

[chol1na]

I FORGOT I SENT THAT IN EHHHHH-

but uhm. yeah. update: i discovered saku’s twitter (his selfies more specifically) and yeah no i’m fucked. i’m really embarrassed about it toooooo 😭😭😭😭 (don’t want to sound like one of those crazy fanboys-)

oh yeah, and saku’s channel was also my ✨gay awakening✨ so there’s another layer of complexity you can throw in there 🥲😂💓 (at first i was like ‘no, i just like the plot and he’s got a good voice. that’s all! i only like women’. …yeah that didn’t age well hahah)

ohhh the plot thickens~

(i don’t think there’s any harm in a crush! and you said yourself you know it’s parasocial, so i think you’re good hehe)

loooooool~ i saw a similar ask on gba’s tumblr! i wonder how many people discovered their sexuality through asmr heheh

thank you for entertaining me!

#confessions ✧ ೃ༄ #zsakuva #sakuverse

[fandom-friday]

Abandoned Unit by Skits (https://archiveofourown.org/works/37948960) The Murderbot Diaries. Murderbot is stranded on the survey planet after the humans evacuated. Sometime later, another ship crashes onto the planet, with another group of humans called PreservationAux on board. Murderbot takes it upon itself to protect these humans, especially from it’s damaged appearance. It doesn’t want to frighten them, after all. The humans deciding to return the favor and help Murderbot, even when it’s asking them to terminate it is very heartwarming. I was left wanting more to see how the humans helped Murderbot get repaired and get off the planet.

I LOVE THIS IDEA, and this portion of the summary really sells it in IMHO:

Of course, something goes wrong. Something always goes wrong.

THAT IS WHAT WE'RE HERE FOR. I LOVE IT WHEN THINGS GO WRONG. THAT'S WHERE THE PLOT THICKENS. hehe. This seems like another wonderful recommendation. Thanks so much for sending it in!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

#FANDOM FRIDAY #creator appreciation #fic rec #fanfiction #the murderbot diaries #martha wells #murderbot #dr. mensah #dr. gurathin #alternate universe

[arc-misadventures]

Goodwitch MFK Jaune Ren Oscar

Glynda: MFK

Glynda: Must I do this?

Port: You lost the bet~!

Oobaleck: So do it!

Glynda: Haa… Fine… Oscar Pine.

Oscar: Yes, Ms. Goodwitch?

Glynda: Kill.

Oscar: What, why?!

Glynda: For starters Mr. Pine you are 15 years old, a minor. Illegal.

Oscar: Oh, good point.

Glynda: Not to mention, Ozpin is in your head… That thought is revolting enough as it is.

Oscar: Shit, I thought this would work…!

Glynda: ‘I?’

Oscar: Uh oh…

Port: The plot thickens!

Oobaleck: How will, Ozpin react?

Glynda: Ozpin…

Oscar: H-Hi, Glynda! How are you…?! Whaaa?!!!!!

Port: And, there he goes straight through the wall, and well on his way into the, Emerald Forest!

Oobaleck: But, will he be able to survive the fall?!

Port: So lomg as he has his semblance, he should be fine!

JR: What semblance?

Port: Haven’t you seen, Ozpi… Oscar’s semblance before?

Jaune: Mmm… No, have you, Ren?

Ren: No I haven’t.

Port: Oh… Oh my…

Glynda: He’ll live. okay… I would… sleep with, Mr. Lie Ren.

Ren: R-Really?

Glynda: Yes, I would… in separate beds, far away from one another as possible.

Ren: Ahh, that makes sense.

Jaune: I don’t get it?

Ren: She would sleep with me, but not sleep-sleep with me.

Jaune: Oh, I get you. Ya, there’s nothing in the rules saying she has to be romantically involved in any of these.

Ren: Of course, she’s a grown woman, she can do want she wants.

Glynda: Why thank you, its so nice to see such smart caring young lads.

JR: No problem Ms. Goodwitch!

Port: What are you talking about!

Oobaleck: There are rules for a reason they have to fu…GRKK?!!

Glynda: You know… Oscar may have, Ozpin’s immortal soul in his body, but his body hasn’t developed the necessary muscles to use those skills. I think he could use some help… Would you like to join him, Oobaleck…?

Oobaleck: N… n… noo…?!

Glynda: Oh, that’s a shame…

Oobaleck: (Gasp!)

Port: Well… Mr. Pine should be fine! why my father used to throw me into, Grimm filled forest all the time! It builds character!

Glynda: Does it now…?

Port: Yes…

Oobaleck: Yes indeed…

Jaune: You think these two know how to handle, Goodwitch since they’ve be around her for so long…

Ren: Apparently not…

Glynda: Now where were we…? Ah yes… I would marry, Jaune. And, at long last, you are mine~!

Ren: What is she talking about?

Jaune: I made a promise when I was six to…

Ren: What?

Jaune: I made a promise to… Glynda…

Port: Speak up, lad!

Jaune: I made a promise when I was six to marry, Glynda!

Ren: Wait… You two have known one another since you were six?

Jaune: She’s my oldest sisters friend! She came to see us all the time, one day I asked her, and she said yes. I was a kid, I thought she was just playing with me! I didn’t think she actually wanted to marry me?!

Glynda: I was just playing with you! Your mon then gave me the ultimatum that either I get married, and if you became of age, and I wasn’t married, I had to marry. And, the last guy I dated became a huge jackass so I was going to confine in my fate, and begrudgingly marry you! Then, you just show up one day, this adorable hunk of a man! With scores of woman chasing after you?! You promised to marry me, an Arc never goes back on their word, so you will marry me, UNDERSTOOD?!!

Jaune: …

Ren: …

Port: …

Oobaleck: …

Jaune: O-Okay…

Glynda: Wonderful~! I’ll go let your mother now, and we can start planning the wedding~!

Jaune: Okay…

Glynda: Also, Jaune, I want to have at least, eight, maybe nine kids. Alright?

Jaune: Trying to beat my moms record? H-Hehe…

Glynda: Oh~! There’s a marvellous idea~! I best ask your mom for advice on that. I’ll see you later love~!

Jaune: …

Ren: Well… Nice knowing you, Jaune?

Oobaleck: Well done, Mr. Arc!

Port: I do believe you will be a fine couple, treat her well, Mr. Arc!

Jaune: …

Jaune: Okay then…

#rwby #jaune arc #lie ren #oscar pine #rwby ozpin #peter port #bartholomew oobleck #glynda goodwitch #glynda x jaune #jaune x glynda #rwby arcwitch

[cyanferret21]

For the ask game, f g and k?

Ask game! (sorry for taking so long to answer)

F. Share a snippet form one of your favourite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Okay, I think the first moment that comes to mind immediately to me is this dialog from the start of the series, the “What the storm brings” fic:

“That was Yiga. If you see one, have no mercy” He then turned to them in profile, eye burning with hate, and Wars would swear they actually glowed. Storm’s voice dropped down to a growl. “Cause they for sure won’t have any for you.”

I was just starting the series and the plot was just slowly thickening and the image of this scene in my head was too cool to not put it in) Also, the slight implications in this line from Link is my favourite part, especially since I still didn’t post the chapter with his past that explains such reaction)) hehe

G. Do you write your story from start to finish , or do you write the scenes out of order?

You see, if we talk about writing the chapters themselves, I’ve been always writing the scene one by one, not to confuse myself and miss some detail in the process. Only recently did I allow myself to skip some scenes to write them later if I don’t want to in the moment.

With the whole story though, it’s funny really. Mostly, it’s all written in order, right before I post them. I even have a plan for my chapters. Here, take a look(without spoilers)

BUT (and that’s the funny part) , when I started this whole thing back in august, I firstly wrote THE ANGSTIEST PART OF THE SERIES! I still don’t know why I started from it! It explained some things for my version of Wild, true, but STILL! really?! Only when I figure out that it would be wrong to start from this chapter, I wrote the “What the storm brings”, and only after it the opening part - ‘Child of lightning”. After that, I mostly stick to the plan, only from time to time adding additional parts in between)

K. What the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

Oh boy…. Well, I have a chapter for the future where Wind and Wild are separated form the rest, and the kid is hurt. Badly hurt! Wild will be caught in a loop of fear of revealing his secret and wanting to protest Wind from the monster that have them surrounded)

And all this time Wind would cry from pain, and that he don’t wanna die and that he wants to go home….

That’s all I’ll say about this chapter)))

Thanks for the ask)

#ask game #child of lightning au #linked universe fanfic #linked universe au #fic writing

[i-gotyou-dontworry]

I saw someone tweet about going to the after party. Zendaya decided to call it an early night, I guess. The plot thickens hehe

zendaya said: enough for today, tomorrow is a new day to shine.

[bemsss]

happy friday, guys :) 🪷🍄

i present to you, the long-awaited crush chronicles update. let's really get into it.

so dude is a dj and he played a very specific song a party last saturday. i wasn't there but my cousin told me about it. my cousin is a bestie and a dj. we've connected over music since we were kids. we send each other songs often and it's always cute and love and vibes. my cousin DOES NOT KNOW that i have a crush on dude btw, the song is just very important and it's so significant that he told me dude played it. & that dude even played it. i'll explain!

i sent the song in question to my cousin some months back when we were getting my birthday party playlist together. he told me i changed his life with the song (lol) and it's been on his rotation and in his sets since. for context, the song is an old, old Cameroonian song of a specific variety. it's a classic and it'll faithfully get the people going.

the song was played at my cousin's birthday party last month and dude just so happened to be there. note: i didn't know i had a crush on him at the time, this was the week before i made the realization (LOL) i outlined in crush chronicles ep. 1. i felt a way about us not talking that night and in previous encounters but couldn't put my finger on the feeling. anywho, he was at the party and i remember the moment the song came on. i was dancing with my friends and wasn't paying attention to him lol. i don't know how he reacted to the song. i doubt he had heard it before; he's not Cameroonian. but i'll tell you, the song was played and it got us going.

and so the plot thickens! let's go back to what transpired last saturday. my cousin texted me on sunday but i read the text on monday morning. when i tell you i FREAKED OUT??!!!!! i freaked. OUT! giggling and screaming on my way to work with the song playing in the background. i lost it. i felt so freaking powerful. i felt like that girl, which i already am and have been but this really spoke to it. i had an effect :p. THE BEMSI EFFECT! i influenced him! 🤭 it was me!

i've heard crush/dude/dj's sets at other parties before. i don't go out much lol, but i can tell you i have never heard him play that song let alone any other Cameroonian song before. and neither had my cousin! it is a niche song, it's ours, it's not common. so this really made me lose my mind lol but it made me feel special, too. where else would he have heard it if not my cousin's party? he doesn't know it's because of me hehe, but it is. and that's more than enough for me. it's like we're connected. <3 it feels like a secret, but one that i'm sharing with all of you lol. okay i'm blushing now a bit so i gtg! writing this while at work.

tysm for tuning into this crush chronicles update! talk soon xx :*

#b

[nya-vivi]

those posts about your ocs made me really interested so would you like to tell me a thing or two about some of them? :>

HIII LEN ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡ Sorry for the late reply, I have been kidnapped and subjected to academical torture but here I am again!!

Lolol I have a bunch of ocs!! Mostly of them are fandom ocs (so if there's a fandom you are interested in, do tell! I might have something, I love talking about ocs) and a few non-fandom ocs, I wasn't sure which one do you want to know about so I'm just going to ramble a bit (๑'ᴗ')ゞ

I think I will begin with my main two Genshin ocs and a secret third I'm currently working on 🤭, Lore (travelersona), Vivi (self-insert) and Qinxi (Liyue oc I'm working on, provisional name), because they may be the closest to my heart due to the heavy editing I have done to them!!

More under the cut to not clog the dash!!

The premise is like this: she is an adventurer who is searching for her lost sister, and found Aether (since I choose him at the beginning because pretty boys) and ended up forming a tag-team, since they knew both of them wouldn't distract themselves from their individual goal.

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So the first one of them is Lore/Lorena! She is an oc I created based on how I used my traveler and what I did with them. She is under very heavy editing, which she needed, because I have a need of being correct about the lore labdmsdl.

She loves climbing and uses a claymore. Her vision was going to be anemo, but that may be put under revision. She also loves gliding and jumping off a cliff only to open the glider last second hehe <33 she's kinda an adrenaline junkie.

In the end, the lore I thought for her was that she and her sister were children who ended up living in Khaenri'ah and was saved by Gold from a disease (under the exchange of letting her doing experiments on her) so she ended up having a artificial heart (this is a classic for me ♡) and living far more than an average person. For the fall of Khaenri'ah I had thought of having her sleep (as in, making it seem like the operation was close to that event) so her sister (alongside Lumine, because I stan Abyss Lumine so much, they are girlfriends) saved her somehow. Now the details have to be carefully thought more. But that is the general premise I wanted her to have.

But because of the recent lore, I'm afraid I will have to put her on hold, since they touched quite a lot about Khaenri'ah.

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And now, my darling, mi joya de la corona, the character I have most thought of and the one I probably love the most.

Vivi is a self-insert that was born due to the question: okay, but realistically, what would I do if I ended up in Teyvat? The answer was to try to work in the Knights of Favonius' Library. And it just, snowballed from there.

Mind you, this story is also completely self-indulgent and I'm proud about it. But I also wanted angst, so I had to balance both. And since I know myself and I know I would not get involved in the plot whatsoever if I knew where I was, I decided to give her a 'reincarnated villainess'-que type of beginning but making it spicy.

(She's a geo catalyst)

She's the adopted daughter of a mechanic from Fontaine and she learned a lot from him, but decided her call in life was learning ancient languages (she didn't know where she was getting into truly 💔) and got into the Akademiya. And here is where the plot thickens!

She was roped into trying to connect with the Irminsul (since a lot of people can't at first time, she was like 'why not, once and last') aand ended up connecting with the Irminsul. With that, she got her memories from her previous life (this will be expanded about if I ever get to write a fic lol) and was like 'shit'. In the end it was too late for her to withdraw from the Akademiya because she already knew canon characters (aka Kaveh and Alhaitham) and the students' debt was going to be incommensurable. So she graduated and took a job as archivist in the Akademiya.

And as soon as she could, she asked for a transfer and booked it off to Mondstadt.

She's obsessively afraid of Celestia and about knowing things (since I am a lore player) and about being persecuted by them, so she didn't want to get a vision nor have anything to do with any canon event if she could help it. So she gets a vision and let me tell you she's excited (not). She legit threw it out of her window when she saw it.

And now rightfully afraid since Celestia is aware of her, she lives her life as if she didn't know anything in Springvale.

Okay this is messy but I have a lot of lore about her, so I might expand on a different post if only for archive purposes.

For now, I am brainstorming about Sumeru's archon quest, because she will not be spared of it and her relationship with Nahida and Wanderer. It's getting pretty interesting to say the least, but still a work in process.

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The last one of my ocs is Qinxi (沁汐 to seep; night tides; still working on the name and having to fact-check ;-;). She still doesn't have an assigned vision or weapon, but I'm inclined towards hydro.

She was going to be a pharmacologist or a collector of medicinal plants and work with Baizhu, but the idea quickly evolved into her being a make up maker. Like, the very expensive type of make up.

She's not quite developed yet, but I have a bit of her backstory: she wanted to be an artist but her family wanted her to follow their steps (they are all make up makers). It wasn't like she didn't want to be a make up maker but wanted a bit more of life. Now she fulfills both of her dreams, making make up and hand-painting the boxes.

Both of then are so finely done that Ningguang has a full-time contract with her so she gets priority in her orders (and who's going to complain??).

She definitely deserves to have more brainstorming but a lad does as she can ಥ‿ಥ

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That's it, at least. All of them still need a lot of developing process and tie down details, but they are all my darlings who I love. If you have any questions I'm happy to answer them (timely this time I promise 🥲) either in comments or asks! I hope this wasn't too boring ajdbkabska I try to make things interesting and I know some people don't like to know the whole process of creating an OC, so I tried to keep things simple, short and sweet.

#len🎆 #not going to tag this because I don't want exposure #not the first time i had an oc stolen 💔 #i will just tag it on the reblog #thank you for the ask! i have had fun developing them while thinking about how to explain them #so it was a very good exercise #sometimes you have non-tangible thoughts about ocs but these questions help to make them more tangible