#☹: dark content

[raven-moon-ink]

Yan!Kane x reader darling

Pairing: Yandere Vampire OC Kane x reader

Content: MDNI!! (๑•̀ㅁ•́๑), TENTACLES, uhhh….unprotected sex??(tentacle condoms not applied ☹), feet fetish (sorry, I read a Nanami fic with this and have been low-key obsessed ever since), rough fucking, edging, suuuper dubby-con- yeah say bye to consent cuz he kinda manipulates her into thinking it’s a dream (never give up consent irl babes!!), BLOOD, biting, vampire kink, reader is mostly an oblivious soft cinnamon roll who already has a huge crush on him, daddy kink surfaces for a bit lmao, vampy dark romance aesthetic, oh yeah- yandere oc~ (✿ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)⁾⁾

Reader is a young writer who got selected for a writing retreat that is being held in a medieval castle. Only ten participants were selected after the interviews.

You were absolutely bewitched by the dark, mysterious castle that was nestled deep in the upper woods. When you first entered the castle, you roamed it for hours, excitedly skipped around the long, lonely corridors, your soft laughter waking up the castle monster. The stained windows with splashes of bright red on melancholy purple and green sparkled vividly on your beautiful skin. You stood next to them, basking in the morning light, unconscious of another splash of bright red- two glittering orbs that stared at you, hypnotised.

At dinner, the retreat organiser stood up and raised his wine glass to the tall figure that glided into the dining hall. “Lord Kane,” he said enthusiastically. “Thank you so much for hosting the Young Writer’s Retreat. Your castle is so otherworldly!”. You looked up from the mouth-watering food to the face of the castle master.

Your face heats as you stares into the most breathtaking face you has ever seen. Sharp, angular features framed by spiky silver hair. Your eyes distractedly wander the slopes of his broad shoulders and tight waist that strained against the velvety black of his shirt. Kane’s smiling eyes move from the organiser and rest on you, the cold garnet eyes enchanting in the bejewelled light of the chandelier. Your eyes flinch back to the silverware, heart stuttering nervously in your throat.

Yan! Kane ignores the empty spot next to the organiser and slides into the seat next to you at the end of the table.

You focus all your energy on not choking on the itty-bitty ass bites you shove down your dry throat. You reach for your wineglass, before realising it’s empty. Kane produces a bottle out of the shadows and pour the dark liquid into your cup while you stare at his long fingers that balanced the cold bottle, mind blank.

You hear him chuckle under his breath and murmur something. Huh? Did he just say “Cute” ? Aah, you must have misheard. You smile and murmur your thanks softly, not noticing the way his red eyes flashed the moment your lilting voice came out. “Is the food not to your liking?” he asked, looking at the painfully small bites you were taking. Your stomach twisted anxiously, “No, no- the food is lovely. I… I just don’t have much of an appetite today.” you said apologetically meeting his eyes.

Yan! Kane who pours all his energy on putting you at ease throughout the meal, asking you about your story and yourself. He is absorbed in everything you say, blood-red eyes resting on you warmly. You slowly relax and start smiling brightly as you chattered— both of you wrapped in a cocoon of your own, while everyone else talked amongst themselves.

You are the last to leave, as you hang on to Kane’s stories about the castle (not at all distracted by his dark red lips or husky voice or intoxicating scent that wrapped around you with how close he stood).

“Good night, Lord Kane.” “It’s just Kane.” And you half-ran back to your room, chiding yourself for being such a romantic all the time.

But you can’t deny the way you were clenching your legs after drowning in his scent throughout dinner. You can’t help whimpering when you caress your sensitive folds while soaking in the bath. Your fingers disappear into your warm hole, while you think of his veiny arms and fingers gripping the bottle. Since when did you get so horny by someone you hardly knew? You guiltily draw your fingers out, before climbing out and drying yourself. You fall asleep fitfully, your thighs rubbing to stop the ache in your still achy cunt.

The moonlight withdraws from your windows and your room is washed in darkness when your door opens silently. A shadowy silhouette walks to the foot of the bed and watches your sleeping form.

Yan! Kane didn’t think much when he offered to host the event. In the many hundreds of years he had lived, he had always supported the arts, and the writer’s retreat sounded intriguing enough to him. He loved the quiet of his castle, where he could work on his magic all day and go hunting in the privacy of his enormous property, which his servants looked after meticulously. But doing the same thing for a whole decade can tend to be boring…and mortals were interesting little things.

Yan! Kane who was obsessed with you the moment he saw your dreamy face as you wandered the halls. What a darling creature you were! So pretty and adorable. Were you trying to tempt him with your shy eyes and tiny smiles and that fucking sweet voice?

He was so fucking hard throughout dinner, his mind drowning in your sweet voice. He glared at the rest of the company who peeked at you now and then. How dare they listen your lovely voice or look at your enchanting face? He wanted to rip their eyes out and drown them in the lake nearby for their impudence. You were his now, and only his. His pretty little darling~

He knelt next to you feet on the bed and gentle lowered his lips to brush the skin. You squirmed in your sleep and he grinned lightly, sharp canines glinting in the darkness, and made his way up your leg, planting wet, open mouthed kisses on your calf and your soft, plush thighs. His dick throbbed as he bit lightly into the soft flesh of your inner thigh. It would look so even prettier painted in his cum.

You shivered in your sleep and he tilted his head to frown at the blanket you had kicked off the bed. Whatever. He had other ways to warm you. His eyes glowed scarlet and smoky tendrils gathered around his back, curling and uncurling curiously as they solidified.

Two long tentacles slid up your nightdress, pushing it up past your waist and revealing your clothed pussy to him. His nostrils flared as your arousal hit him and he reverently dragged his fingers up the wet cloth.

More tentacles wrapped around your ankles and your thighs holding you open, as he pressed a soft kiss to your core. You mewled softly in your sleep, and pressed your legs together, pushing him in deeper.

Your eyes opened and you blearily looked down at Kane’s face between your legs. “K-K-Kane?,” you ask, shocked. “Shhh, darling, it’s just a dream,” he whispered his eyes glowing eerily in the darkness. Your mind felt pleasantly hazy and you hesitantly smiled down at him, “I-It is?” He moved the scrap of fabric hiding you from him, a silky growl escaping him when he sees how fucking wet you are. With a snap, he snapped the fabric off, making you yelp. Wrapping his corded arms around your waist, he buried his head in your core, his tongue lapping at the slick. “Kane!” you gasp, when the tentacles up your dress wrapped themselves around your soft breasts. The little suctions at the tip sucked hungrily at your hard nipples making you cry out from pleasure.

Kane nibbled and sucked on your clit, making you tremble and grab his hair. He abused your poor clit till you were grinding desperately on his face, your walls clenching emptily.

“Kane!,” you sobbed softly and he groaned into your heat, sending delicious vibrations up your womb. You repeated his name like a plea as you bucked into his mouth. He raised his drenched face and grinned at you.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Touch me, please,” you sobbed shamelessly (this was a dream after-all, right???), tugging at the long strands of his moonlit hair.

Yan! Kane inserts two fingers into your hole, before slowly driving them in and out, the dragging pace driving you insane. His fingers buckled and pressed against the sweet spot that made your mind blank and arch off the bed. Your juices run down his fingers as he drives it in faster and faster, pushing you closer to the edge. “Kane, it’s too much!” your fingers push weakly at his head, but another pair of tentacles bind them and hold them over your head as he feasts on you. When he wraps his mouth around your clit and sucks, you fall apart, coming with a fractured moan. While the orgasm shocks pulsed through your body, he licks you through it, his tongue cleaning up everything you gave dutifully.

“You’re so perfect, darling,” he whispered happily, rising up and hovering over you. His eyes widen in surprise when you push up and capture his lips, tasting yourself on him. He returned the kiss greedily, sucking and nibbling on your soft lips. His tongue slipped in and drove into you with the same rhythm as his clothed cock grinding against your slick cunt. He drank in your moans with a heady grin, grinding more and more harshly against you.

He finally pulled back when you looked like you would pass out and sat back on his haunches at your feet, while you gazed up dazed, with your hands and feet still bound by his tentacles.

“Such a good girl. And you know what happens to good girls, sweetheart?” he cooed.

You blinked at him softly. He groaned.

Another tentacle rose up beside him, different from the others. Little suctions lined the underside, while the body was ridged and bulbous. He panted as he stroked it up and down, making it jerk excitedly. He smiled up at you as the tentacles moved towards your pussy.

“They get fucked like the sweet, little sluts they are.”

“Don’t you want daddy to fuck your pretty little cunt, princess?,” he asked, rubbing the hard length up and down your dripping core. It sucked along your folds, squelching as it slid along your wetness.

“Yes daddy,” you shakily whispered, thrusting your hips.

“Such a good girl,” he praised as he slowly fed the tentacle into your pussy.

Your eyes rolled back with a whimper, while your back bowed jerkily against the mattress, as it stretched beyond anything you ever imagined. He pushed deeper and deeper till it would go no further, and you felt so full you couldn’t think. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned, grasping one of your feet. His appendage move inside you, sucking along your sensitive walls and making you cry out. He rubbed the bulging tent of his pants on your bound feet, humping it like a dog in heat, while his tentacle fucked you roughly, it’s bulbous head hitting against the spot deep inside that made you shake and scream, over and over, till tears streamed down your face from the overstimulation.

“Kane, kane, KANE,” you moaned like the sweet darling you are.

He bucked against your foot, his eyes rolling deliriously and a lopsided smirk on his lips.

He leaned forward and kissed sloppily along the underside of your breast, while you moaned and whimpered incoherently, your body bucking from the way his tentacles thrust into you, curving and filling your tender walls.

Another smaller tentacle played with your clit, edging you relentlessly. You mewled and clamped around the tentacle pounding into you, making him hiss.

“K-Kane! I’m …!”

He nipped his way up your chest, marking the delicate skin. Your thighs shook as pleasure built up like a storm. He reached your throat and the sharp canines dragged across your skin. Right before your climax overwhelmed you, he bit down. Blood trickled slowly, mixing with the aphrodisiac of his saliva.

You broke with a scream. You came for what felt like forever, squirting pathetically, with stars glinting sharply in inky darkness of your vision while you floated weightlessly. When you came to, you felt his tentacles release you and slowly drag out of your cunt. It thrusted gently into you once more before pulling out with a wet pop.

Kane groaned one last time as he bucked against your feet, before he shuddered and collapsed on you.

You shivered weakly, the soft caress of his lips on your neck and his body wrapping tightly around you being the last thing you register before passing out.

“Sleep tight, darling.” He smiled into your hair, bloody canines flashing.

“Tomorrow has only just begun.”

#yandere #darlingcore #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yanderecore #yandere smut #oc x reader #yancore #smut #tentacles #tentai #yandere monster #monster smut #tentacle smut #teratophillia #vampire x reader #vampire smut

[zizephy]

[Tempo] Intro! 𓅪

My art blog: @zephartchives My NSFW/Suggestive art blog: @azraelsgarden My RP blog with my partner (Hailskull): @hailskull [Skip to the bottom part if you're looking for my persmissions]

━─━────༺༻────━─━ ☂ Greetings! Please call me Zei or Zeth, either works! ☂ I'm not a minor and my blogs mostly consist of 16+ contents so I would prefer to be interacted with by those over and around that age. I speak English and Tagalog! (Preferably English though) ☂ I am an artist and I mostly draw OCs in a fantasy setting. Quite dnd? Quite not! I love world/character-building a lot and I often hyper-fixate on them. I do want to warn you that my work can get a little "Edgy" simply because of vent arts or dark thematics of my world. (Sometimes I do fanart for things I like) ☂ If my artwork or I personally happen to upset you, you are free to unfollow/block me. However if possible, If I did something wrong, let me know. ☂ Spam likes/reblogs are highly appreciated! And I may return the favor if you're a fellow artist. ━─━────༺༻────━─━ DNI IF: ☹ You're an asshole and can't respect other people's interests. ━─━────༺༻────━─ Art status: ☂ Commissions: Open ☂ Art trades: Open ☂ Request: Depends Permissions: ☂ Can you use my art icon/banner? As long as there's credit, you may do so! Unless the art is for someone else. In that case, go ask them. ☂ Can you use my designs in your RPs/TTRPG? Absolutely not. Due to personal reasons, I abhor the thought of my characters being used for unknown reasons. You can take inspiration from my characters, no Idea is original after all. Just that I ask you to not heavily take inspiration from them that they've become an alternate version of my character.

☂ Can you make Fanarts of my character? Yes, of course! I will highly cherish it forever♡ ☹ Here are my boundaries with fanart: - No Hate/Disrespectful art - Heavy gore is okay! Just don't make them die so lame /hj 😭 - Ship art is adorable, but please ask me first if you're gonna make it unless it's obviously canon. - Interaction with my character and yours is okay! Just don't make it weird. ☂ Can I talk to you? Absolutely! My DMs and Asks are open! You can ask my discord in DMs if you want to talk there. I'm more likely to respond there. ━─━────༺༻────━─

#intro post #intro pin #2023

[heart-of-wool]

7/9/2023

Weigh in, WIEIAD, ranting

Just weighed in, today I am... 90 lbs exactly!!!! GW ACHIEVED!!! I think I'll be in the 80's tomorrow!!!! I'm really excited because my ugw is 85 lbs!!! Now I'm just waiting one more hour so I can eat my omad, it was sooooo good yesterday!!!! The egg yolk kinda tasted like cheese... I can't remember the last time I ate cheese. My lunch is good every day because it's the same thing pretty much every day.

I do OMAD, and I OMAD lunch. I do lunch because it's something to look forward to, and something to look back on and remind myself after that I don't need any more. I always start making it at 5:00 pm. There are two things in my lunch that NEVER change and I eat every single day, and that is one can of tuna and one boiled egg. Usually it's soft boiled because I love runny yolks. I've always loved tuna. I just eat it straight out of the can, usually with a little salt and pepper. Sometimes I heat it up, but I haven't done that in a while. Maybe I'll do that today. The third part of my lunch only changes sometimes, for now it's been a banana, but it used to be oatmeal. Bananas are probably my favorite fruit, I LOVE bananas so much!!!! We're almost out though ☹︎ when there are no more bananas I will switch back to oatmeal, it's so so so filling and so so so warm and delicious and mmmmmm its perfect. Oh yeah!!! And I ALWAYS ALWAYS drink tea!!! NEVER FORGET TO DRINK TEA!!! I usually drink peppermint tea with my lunch. It's warm, it calms my stomach down, and personally I think it's helping me lose faster. I really believe warm things make you feel more full, in your stomach and in your heart ☻

Onto the ranting part... I was FREEZING yesterday!!! I was so so so so so cold my fingernails were like a dark bluish purple. I can't wait for sweater season. Soft, warm, fuzzy sweaters. My blankets are also soft warm and fuzzy so I'm pretty content. I've been watching too many mukbangs lately. Mostly I watch VNM, because I have a MAJOR sweet tooth. Watching her eat brownies and cookies and cakes and chocolates... we can't always have what we want, and that's okay. Temperance is a virtue after all. You have to have a lot of patience and discipline to achieve your goals. I'm working very hard!!! My days are mostly the same. I'm kind of lonely, I know I can do something about that but I'm so tired these days. I'm also pretty moody... I don't like it when I'm moody. I'm just hangry, I feel this halo of peace when I finally have that sweet sweet succulent omad. I can feel my organs tensing up with hunger, but I don't feel any pain. I always feel the mental hunger though. I miss you, desserts and sugar ☹︎

But, we resist or we regret. There was so much pizza and fried chicken last night, it looked and smelled so so so good... I opened up the boxes, looked at them, smelled it a bit, then I brushed my teeth and went to bed. Not a single slice or chicken wing was put in my mouth. I was sad at the time but now I'm happy, proud, and I weigh less.

That's all for today. If you made it this far, thank you for reading!! Lots and lots and lots of love, heart-of-wool 🐑💖

#tw ana diary #anorex14 #eedee tumblr #thinner is better #tw ana shit #🕯️as a 🪶 #ed no sheeran #tw restrictive ed #tw ana rant #ana trigger #need to lose more weight #thinnblr #i wanna be weightless

[strbymacaroon]

❀𖧷 AOT Masterlist! 𖧷❀

❀ Welcome to the cruel and beautiful world of Attack on Titan. From suspenseful moments fighting alongside hero’s, to chatting about meat with cadets. Or, exploring different alternative universes with the main cast!

❀ I am your hostess, Angel! Allow me to assist you in the story you wish to take, the story you’d like to read!

(Just to remind you! These are the disclaimers!!)

Disclaimers signs!

☦︎︎ -> Smut

☹︎ -> Mature themes (As in heavy topics.)

☁︎︎ -> Fluff

⚠︎︎ -> Angest

♡︎ -> Requests

✿ -> Crack Humor

❀𖧷 Brave Soldiers 𖧷❀

❀𖧷 Eren Yeager 𖧷❀

❀Master-List: The Amazing Spider-Man: Destiny and Fate. Series.

☁︎⚠︎︎ ☹︎❥ An alternate universe where Attack on Titan and the Marvel universe collide. Where the Spider-man universes collide!

Where the new spider is the one and nerdy, Eren Yeager. Who happens to have a world stopping crush on you. (Contains major character death.)

Master-List: Here.

CW: Major Character Death, Alternate Universe - College/University, Marvel/Attack on Titan crossover, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Heavy Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Slow Burn.

❀ Master-list: "Roomie Series" Series.

☁︎ ☦︎︎⚠︎︎✿ ❥You live in a boring, depressing, and lonely world of college. With little to no money, too much homework, and that one weird dude always hitting on you, it was safe to say college was kicking your ass. The only thing keeping you going, the beautiful, sexy —fictional— Eren Yeager. Your one and only love.

One day, like any other you have to go answer to your roommate. She probably left her keys of something. But, you feel weird —Iron deficiency? Maybe?— and go to open your front door.

Yet, nothing in the world could’ve prepared you for the person standing behind it.

Eren fucking Jeager.

A playful smile on his lip, a bag of food in his hand, and a few playful words of- ‘Hey Roommie!’

❀𖧷 Jean Kirstein 𖧷❀

One-shot: "That's Jean's girl": 28.5k Words.

☦︎︎ ☹︎ ⚠︎︎ ❥ Jean. Kirstein.

Jesus Christ, who didn’t know his name? Everywhere you looked you were sure to find someone talking about. Looks, sex, attitude, money, anything you could think of was latched to that name. And, he lived up to his reputation perfectly. A toxic, full of himself, man-whore. Someone who uses other people for his own gain.

And his next target? You.

A sweet, innocent, naive, freshman girl.

Right?

CW: Alternate Universe - College/University, Revenge Sex, explicit video recording, Oral Sex, dark content, Porn With Plot, Jean Kirstein Being An Asshole, Maneater Reader, Bottom Jean Kirstein, manipulation.. when you squint, Degradation, Toxic Relationship.

One-shot: "Confession": 16k Words.

☦︎︎ ☹︎ ⚠︎︎ ❥ Sunday.

The day we dedicate to God, for he is our lord and savior. You, a dedicated Nun who wishes nothing more than to serve your savior. But, is starting to sin more often than normal.

With a certain desire for your priest…

Father Jean.

CW: Shameless Smut, Creampie, Overstimulation, dacryphilia, Praise Kink, Degradation, dark content, Priest Jean Kirstein.

❀𖧷 Armin Arlert 𖧷❀

Master-list: After Last Night. (I think I’m in love with you.) Series.

☹︎☦︎︎❥ You loved your line of work… enough. That is if you could even call it a line of work.

It paid good, and you had your best friend Connie by your side. It could be worse. And now, you had another thing to worry about… Hiding this not-so approving line of work from your new roommate, Armin. A boy who rivals your own major, more than two academic weapons.

Tensions are high, and you are always one second away from clawing out his throat. And, for some reason, the way he's so patient with you, only furthers this emotion. To say this situation was less than ideal was to put it lightly. And, unfortunately, it wasn’t in the sexy way your classmate, Historia, romanized it to be.

But, you can’t shake the thought—why the hell does he look so familiar?

CW: Questionable Job Choices, Gun Violence, Deception, Past Sexual Abuse, Psychological Trauma, Trauma, enemies to lovers??, Double Life, Violence, Alternate Universe - College/University.

#anime #fiction #writing #writers on tumblr #aot fanfiction #attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan eren #attack on titan #aot season 4 #aot x reader #aot x y/n #aot fandom #fan fiction #rating: mature #jean x y/n #eren jaeger

[kumeko]

Prompt: Dec 18 // in my chaotic heart of darkness

A/N: Why is it so hard to find good quality screenshots of the show? ☹ I love how messy these two are, the tragedy in her meeting him just too late to change his path and how he’s a warning of just what she could become if she’d experienced what he had.

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Alina’s eyes are guileless as she stands next to Kirigan. It is something that fascinates him to no end—despite all that she’s experienced, despite all of her losses, there is something utterly naïve and hopeful in the way she behaves. In the way she looks at him.

In the way she views hatred.

“There’s so much to do,” Alina murmurs as she leans forward. The strategy table is large enough to fill his study, small models scattered on the world map to indicate armies and obstacles. Her fingers brush a soldier’s token before moving toward the structure representing the Fold.

“There always is,” Kirigan replies quietly, more than content to watch her as she tries to find the end to centuries of hate. The steps she’s taking are ones he’s taken himself. It’s like watching a mirror at times, a memory of simpler times when love was enough. Time had not yet tempered her into realizing otherwise.

Part of him hopes that it never does.

The rest of him is certain she’s strong enough to handle the ugly truth of their world.

“I know, it’s just…” Alina chuckles awkwardly, gesturing at the soldiers. “I’ve seen this all firsthand but it’s something else to see it like this. The world’s so big and yet…so small.” She touches the Fold and knocks the structure over. “If only that were gone. At least then we’d be working together instead of apart.”

“If only,” he repeats. But the world isn’t that kind. More than anyone else, he knows just how cruel people can be. They were hunting Grisha long before the fold came up and they will hunt them long after it goes down. ‘The Heretic’ is just the latest face to their hatred. “But somehow, I do not think it will be that easy.”

“No, but…we have to try, right?” Alina looks up at him again, that guileless smile once more. There are no secrets in her eyes, no dark intentions behind her actions. She is transparent, her heart on her sleeve, an open book he can read at leisure.

“Yes, we have to,” Kirigan replies softly, taking her hand in his and kissing it softly. There is no need for this action, this response, but he does it anyway. There is no need for him to spill memory after memory, to dig into the depths of his past and talk about Alek the boy, and yet he’s told her about a time he had long wished to forget. 

It’s her eyes, he thinks. It’s the only explanation he has for why it takes a look, a question, a smile and he’s no longer Kirigan but Aleksander. Her light illuminates his shadows, drawing into the spotlight all the things he’d regulated to the dark. Perhaps it is her powers, but perhaps it is Alina herself. Alina and those eyes that look at him as though he is the hero he wishes he could be.

She steps closer, her other hand reaching up to cup his jaw. “Together.” Alina squeezes their still joined hands and leans forward, her lips brushing his. “You’re not alone, after all.”

Her skin is warm. If only he could see the world through her eyes. Hope stirs within him, a feeling he has not had in eons.

“I’m not,” he agrees, closing the gap between them. “Not anymore.”

#darklina #the darkling #general kirigan #alexander morozova #alina starkov #shadow and bone #can this guy have only one name please #he is like half the tags #sir you didn't need that many names #drabble #will i write something bigger than a drabble for this series #only time will tell

[doiefy]

Okay but someone needs to do a hunger games themed fic & more apocalypse, camp half blood, hogwarts & detective au's because it's interesting to see each writers take on it & it's rare to find them these days💀.

The only hunger games fic I've seen till now is by @daybreakx Another Place and not a lot of blogs write apocalypse au's anymore & if they do I haven't seen them ☹. Please we're running dry of these au's 😭.

Also do you have any fic/blog recommendations?

detective and apocalypse yes absolutely that's my shit, and i'm working on some more crime things 😎😎

personally not a big fan of crossover fics when it comes to writing them, because i feel like there isn't as much room to expand and world build. i'm sure there's still a lot you can do (e.g. come up with new game concepts for hunger games, write new godly wars for pjo or write another triwizard tourney for hogwarts), but i do usually end up feeling constrained to an existing world. having already read those texts and conclusions written by the original author, it feels a little weird to come up with new conflicts/scenarios within that world even if they could feasibly exist.

i'm sure good ones exist (and will def take a look at the one you linked!), there's a lot of people who enjoy the au and i've seen plenty here. but i don't read too many, so sorry i don't have any recs for those :( i'll put some apocalyptic/sci fi-y things under the cut!

shameless promo, i've got dark clouds and 10:28 am, osaka for post apocalyptic, and ofc my baby at dawn for murder mystery 😎

some of my favs:

literally anything by @neonun-au/@gyusense. particularly from what i once was and the expansion she's working on for that!! ritual is a classic, return our lives, hardtops & sodapop. ily mads <3

@heartshyuck mina my beloved. lavender fields, the monster fic that is ascension to the throne and the entire king's crown series (pending lol), lost memories, and watch out for her next series on cults, murder and magic 👀👀

@kjmsupremacist into the woods (still haven't recovered from heartbreak, thanks the bucket list, the defeat of creation, and i really need to get on warm like a gun but it looks so fucking good. also shoutout to xiami for doing us a huge service with all the mxm content <333

@ncityrave playing god !! i've read only two chapters so far and really need to get on the rest of it, but absolutely insane writing and storytelling in this one.

@97-liners/@naptaemed knock on your door and the epilogue drabbles, i've had chrysanthemum terrace on my list for a while now and the historical setting looks *chef's kiss*

@itsapapisongo specter of the goblin, animam agere, and of course the dreaming. if you're interested in anything marvel, superheroes or star wars, javi's your guy :)

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[hvly]

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[includingyuu]

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The tidbits of “the Far Outsider”

This story has several references included in it. I mentioned three off the bat. The prepose storyline concept and preposed new character of the Clone Wars were elements of my fanfic. The character of Nyx Okami was supposed to tag along with Ahsoka, who had just left the Jedi Order, though recent canon removed this idea and replaced it with two sisters. I’m actually okay with this change because why have a forced love interest.

I’m also fine with the Clone Wars series never tackling the Yuuzhan Vong storyline, since I figured they would butcher it. Mostly, it’s due to the cartoon format. No way the censors would allow for such violent content, so it would be watered down. Even my story with no graphic description was violent.

The violence came from two sources. The first was Darth Krayt’s backstory from Star Wars Legacy of being tortured by the Yuuzhan Vong. I kept one aspect of it, but nothing else. I didn’t like the idea of A’Sharad Hett turning to the Dark Side. Instead, I did have him experience a brush with it. I don’t like carbon copying another reference. With the help of new Outer Limits episode "Quality of Mercy, I morphed the Yuuzhan Vong experiment onto poor Xiaan Amersu. What would be worse than being tortured? Watching someone you love being tortured.

Being a fan of Dark Horse’s Star Wars Republic series, I have the side characters of Master Sian Jeisel and Master K’Kruhk. A lot of my background characters aren’t made up except for Captain Jace. The Yuuzhan Vong Riina’s name was stolen from the novel series Tahiri Veila’s split alter ego.

Now to the embarrassing part of the fanfic, it had been my fifth story posted online and the poor middle child of three long fanfics. Years later, I read through and found some paragraph missing. See, I cut and paste all my fanfics, and I must have accidentally missed a small part of it. I guess you live and learn ☹

Anyway, this story inspired a few later tales such as “Following Orders,” “Daughter of the Dewback,” “Exposed,” and “Tales of the Jedi Temple” that has a deleted chapter reincorporated into this tale.

The Far Outsider - Chapter 1 - DarthChocolate - Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

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BEAST Movie Spoilers

So I did watch the early show on Dec 20, but I wanted to wait till the official release date to post this. Please make sure to read the followings before moving forward.

· This post contains spoilers, a lot of spoilers, and might be pretty detailed. Please don’t read it if you plan to watch the movie later and think that it will ruin your experience.

· There might be a few parts that I missed or didn’t remember clearly. I try to keep it as accurate as possible but I may come back after watching the movies more and fix things if necessary.

· The movie just came out today in Japan, so please be extra careful when discussing it on Twitter. Do not take too many screenshots. If you want to share it with someone, you can link them to this post. Don't repost this anywhere else out of Tumblr. I actually don't have any clear rules I just don’t want to be noticed because a lot of Japanese fans also use Twitter so please understand :(

· DON’T GO TO THE AUTHORS’ OR OFFICIAL TWITTERS TO COMMENT ABOUT THE CONTENTS OF THE MOVIE, WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT. HAVE SOME RESPECTS.

If you are okay with all the above, feel free to move on to the spoilers. I just wrote down whatever I remember, mainly the parts where the movie is different from the novel.

HEAVY SPOILERS AHEAD

· The movie didn’t show much of Akutagawa background as a kid. It started with his friends being killed and Akutagawa running off to avenge them. In the movie, Gin took a bullet for her brother.

· We didn’t get to see the scene where Oda found Akutagawa at the river bank on screen, but we got a scene of them eating curry together.

· The whole thing about Akutagawa collecting ADA’s approval stamp did not happen in the movie. The movie kept the babysitting scene and it was really sweet. He looked like a big brother to them, carrying them and asking them to help with housework etc.

· The house where the children stay was also attacked and the uncle also got stabbed in the movie. They made it look like what happened in Dark Era, only that this time Aku and Kenji appeared in time to save the kids from the kidnappers. (Honestly my heart skipped a beat here cuz I didn’t know what was going to happen to the kids).

· There was no farming scene with Kenji, but we had a new scene where Aku and Kenji met an old lady on the street, who commented on how thin Aku is then gave him a lot of stuff, telling him to eat up. He was so happy his eyes were shining.

· Kyouka in BEAST still loves crepes but no dates for her and Atsushi here ☹

· Oda is still friends with Ango. Ango works for the government and is Oda’s informant. He was the one who gave Oda information about the “man in black” that Aku was looking for. In the novel, it is said that Oda spent 3 days to look for a video of a secret meeting between Dazai and the government, so that Aku can confirm his face. In the movie, Oda also did that, but we got to see him actually breaking into the place and fighting the guards etc. That was when he met Fyodor, who gave him the data, but also slightly poisoned him (almost by the same method Ango did in Dark Era) as a warning.

· The video Oda got was not of a secret meeting as in the novel, but a video of Dazai and Chuuya 6 years ago (?) when they were fighting Shibusawa. In order to stop Shibusawa, Dazai told Chuuya to use Arahabaki but Chuuya didn’t want to because he couldn’t trust Dazai. Dazai then stabbed himself in the leg (not sure why he did that? Maybe to prove he won’t run away? I will have to watch the movie again and come back later). He asked Chuuya to believe him and said something along the line of “To protect this world, I cannot lose either Chuuya or Port Mafia.”

· There were quite of a few of flashbacks from Dark Era in Dazai’s mind. And those flashbacks always ended with him waking up in his office in BEAST.

· Dazai in the movie couldn’t keep his cool in the bar scene, as he did in the novel. He was already so emotional the moment he saw Oda. Oda was really indifferent to him in this scene. He pointed the gun at Dazai upon finding out that he was the Mafia boss, and later even put the gun on Dazai’s forehead when saying “Don’t call me Odasaku.” Dazai was on the verge of tear the whole time he delivered his last goodbye.

· Gin was really going to be executed in the movie, but the ADA came to rescue her and Aku. She also tried to kill herself with a gun (probably because she hast lost all hopes) but was stopped by Yosano. Ranpo appeared for the first time in this scene.

· In the scene where Dazai jumped, Oda was seen in the bar holding the lighter and looking up as if he could sense something.

· Atsu left PM with Kyouka as per Dazai’s order but he didn’t meet with Mori in the movie. Sometime later, he was called to a government prison (?) by Chuuya. Apparently after Dazai’s death, Chuuya became the boss. He went on a rampage (which Atsu wondered happened because of Dazai’s death) so he was captured and chained up by the government. Chuuya talked about how much of a trash Dazai was, how he looked down on people with his multiple personalities and how it was the worst of the worst to be teamed up with him etc. He waited 7 years to kill Dazai but Dazai went and died without a reason. Chuuya then told Atsushi to start a battle of revenge against the ADA, to erase ADA’s name from the phonebook and the map. Because the Mafia will have no face if they let the organization that caused the death of its previous boss to keep operating like nothing happened. Atsushi refused but Chuuya said Kyouka has accepted the offer. Atsushi then said maybe it is also Dazai’s plan for Chuuya to fight the ADA. Chuuya laughed and said something along the line of “So that mean if we keep fighting the ADA, it’s like Dazai is alive? (I’m really not sure what he means in this part. Maybe I misheard something so I will confirm later when I rewatch the movie). Or you don’t want to take revenge for Dazai?”. And Atsushi’s eyes looked fired up when he heard that. We didn’t get to know what happened after that.

· In the last scene, Fyodor was watching a footage of Dazai jumping off the building. It seems like he also knows the truth now. He told his subordinate that the next targets will be Atsushi and Akutagawa because having so many people know the truth will make the world unstable. He said he is okay with being the only one who knows the truth. And in the last scene of the movie, Fyodor said that what happens next will be the battle to save the world and told the viewers to look forward to it.

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[2:02PM] - Happy birthday, Miya twins!

Warnings: dark contents (obsessives & possessive twins); post-time skip (twins and reader is of age); explicit smut; breeding; non-con recording; reader (y/n) might be a little dumb and oblivious; 18+ Note: not edited

Part 2 - Part 3 (read this after the side stories) - Rin's story - Atsumu's story - Osamu's story .

After nearly ten hours, you finally logged off work for the day. You massaged your temples, feeling the tension gradually dissipate. As you tap your phone’s screen, you notice numerous unread texts demanding your attention. However, what caught your attention was the date displayed on the screen.

M O N D A Y, O C T O B E R   4

You swore, swiftly navigating to your text messages. Among the numerous messages from various individuals, you noticed none from the twins.

[You] Hey punks, sorry I’ve been busy with work and overlooked that tomorrow is ‘yer birthdays

[You] I have not booked a restaurant #IMSORRY

You have known the twins since you were six; they’re turning twenty-six tomorrow. It has become a long-standing tradition that whenever it was your birthday or their birthday, you and the twins would always gather for a meal together.  

[Tsumu] Wow. You don’t love us anymore.

[You] … 

[Samu] It’s okay; we know you’re busy

[Samu] and don’t care about us anymore #sadface

[Tsumu] My favorite Y/n is finally forgetting about us ☹

[You] I am not! Stop being babies! I didn’t entirely forget. It’s still TOMORROW.

[Tsumu] Lies. You forgot about us!

[Samu] That’s why you moved far from us, huh?

Since you all entered your pre-teen years, the twins had developed a peculiar and somewhat possessive attachment to you.

You were theirs.

Neither of them has dated nor allowed boys to get close to you if they had any say.

‘Yer boyfriend will make ‘yer stop hanging out with us.

We’ll lose ‘yer forever, don’t ‘yer see?

You thought they would grow out of it, but their possessiveness only seemed to have evolved through the years.

It got out of hand during high school when girls hated you or questioned why you were dating both twins.

Rumors circulated that even the slightest shift in your demeanor or a slight distancing in your friendship would trigger the twins’ keen perception, leading them to become immediately clingy.

After high school, Osamu stayed in Hyogo while you moved to Osaka for university. It was shortly after you learned that Atsumu joined you in Osaka.

You were surprised one night at the bar when a hand rested on your hip and a familiar voice whispered into your ear, “hey, love.” Atsumu made it difficult to shake off when he attracted all your friend’s attention; he ended up by your side the rest of the night.

The following day you caused massive wildfire speculation on campus that you were dating the new setter on MSBY Black Jackals.

You ignored him as much as possible, but it became difficult that he was just everywhere.

You could not have been more thankful to have accepted the scholarship to study abroad. You spent the last two years overseas and applied for an additional scholarship for the graduate program, and ended up staying out of Japan for four years.

While you lived abroad, you maintained occasional communication with both of them. The time zone difference conveniently provided a plausible excuse for not being to take their video calls or respond promptly to their messages.

Your return back to Japan without notifying them triggered an uproar. Their cold shoulders left you feeling terrible, realizing that you often succumbed to their demands, even when it wasn’t necessary, and despising yourself for being too lenient with them.

[You] If I didn’t care, I obviously would not be writing to you two boneheads right now.

[Tsumu] ☹

[Samu] ☹

You groan.

[You] Okay. I’m sorry. You two are my favorite boneheads.

Silent.

They gave you the silent treatment for ten minutes.

[You] Okay. Because I failed to plan, what can I do to make you both happy? You can have anything in the whole world.

Unexplainable chills zapped down your spine as soon as you sent that, making you shudder. Below your message, you saw double-check marks, meaning they both read it.

Silent.

You were in the middle of writing something when Osamu replied.

[Samu] I’ll come to ‘tsumu and cook dinner, meet there.

[Tsumu] My place tomorrow for dinner. Be ready to cum.

You frown.

[Tsumu] Sorry, autocorrect. COME.

. .

You arrived at Atsumu’s place first since you lived closer.

“Could you please put on a shirt?” you half-ordered and half-complained, trying to avoid looking at the half-naked Atsumu. His sweatpants sat incredibly low on his hips, showing off his defined abs and sharp V-lines. He had just finished showering, evident from his damp hair and the towel casually slung over one shoulder.

“Why do you still get shy around me? You’ve seen me naked before.”

It was a memory you buried deep away. You were over at their house and knocked on his door to ask him a question, and he replied, telling you that it was safe to enter his room when he was naked as the day he was born.

A few days later, the same thing happened but with Osamu.

Thanks to them, you understood the male anatomy.

Ignoring his presence, you explore his apartment’s vast expanse. “You have such a spacious place for just one person,” you remarked casually.

Your words were abruptly interrupted when his arms encircled your shoulders, startling you. “Well,” he whispered, his voice filled with a hint of mischief, “you could always move in with me.”

Gently wiggling out of his embrace, you created some distance between you. “It’s okay,” you replied, calm but firm. “I prefer being close to work. It makes commuting much more convenient for me.”

Before you could react, his fingers swiftly touched your ear, rubbing it with a familiarity that caught you off guard. It was one of your weaknesses. “I can get you a car, and you can drive to work much easier.”

He steps closer to you, and you step back.

You backed against the wall, and Atsumu pressed your hand against his bare abdomen—the ripples of his abs defined underneath your palm. He closes in the distance and grabs your other hand, and shifts it down to his visible straining cock against his thin sweatpants.

Your hand balled up into a fist, “’Tsumu…” you warned, but your tone was too soft. He brings your fist to the bulge of his crotch, and you submit easily, fist loosening and palming his crotch.

“I want you to say my name like that when I am fucking you deep.” Your eyes shot up to look at him; his mouth cracked open, panting as he forced your hand to rub against his hard bulge. “Let me fuck you, Y/n. I’ve waited too long,” he begged.

The doorbell rings, distracting you both, and you take this opportunity to escape from him.

Atsumu has been more physical with you than Osamu, but he has never made you touch him physically like that before.

You hurry to the door, swinging the door open to see Osamu. He walks in with arms full of stuff and shoos you away when you try to help him.

He settles everything on Atsumu’s kitchen counter and pulls you into a hug. His arms wrap around your waist as he crushes you, chest to chest. His nose buries against your neck, making you flinch as he inhales deeply.

“I missed you.”

A gasp escapes your lips as you feel a nip and a hot tongue lapping your neck.

You pulled away, and a hand immediately touched where his mouth just suckled, your hand wet from his saliva. “What is wrong with you guys today?”

Osamu ignores you and begins to unload his stuff, “I make your favorite stuff.”

You carefully watched him and walked around to the other side of the counter. You watch him quietly as he finishes any last-minute prepping.

Your palms press against Atsumu’s granite countertop, watching Osamu that you hadn’t realized the two giant hands that press next to yours.

“What are we eating?” Atsumu asked, over your head, pressing you into his counter. His thick and hard cock purposedly pressed into your lower back. As if he knew you would pull away, his hands gently lock yours on his counter. He threads his fingers through yours and presses them onto the countertop.

“’Tsumu,” Osamu warned, “after dinner.”

“What?”

Atsumu drops his head on your shoulder and kisses your neck; the opposite side Osamu kissed. “Just dessert.”

. .

Osamu had always been the better cook of you three. It’s no wonder his small shop is doing well at home.

“Keep eating,” Osamu scoops another spoonful of mashed potatoes onto your plate. You make a disapproving face at him because you are already full. “You’ll need all the energy.”

Atsumu has been quiet the rest of the night, fidgety, to be exact. He is seated beside you; his legs are spread wide, so one leg touches you. You had to slap his hand away twice when he would rest a hand on your thigh, rubbing and squeezing.

“Is it time for dessert?” he whined.

You brought the cake without letting them know and stood up from your seat before they could react and head to the fridge. You added the numbers 2 and 6 onto the cake and lit the candles.

You return to the dining table with the twins, both looking impressed.

“What? You don’t like the cake?”

Osamu’s mouth curves slightly.

Atsumu’s nose scrunches; you made sure to buy strawberry flavor, his favorite.

“I want dessert.”

After wishing them a happy birthday, you waited for them to blow out the flames when you noticed how the twins looked at each other with identical mischievous smiles before looking at the cake and blowing out the candles in sync.

As you placed the cake down, preparing to clap your hands in celebration, each suddenly grabbed onto one of your wrists, firmly holding you in place.

“Y/n,” Osamu calls, “we want something from you.”

“We’ll forgive you for almost forgetting our birthday if you do something for us?” Atsumu added quickly.

Narrowing your eyes, you maintained a momentary silence, sensing a warning from your intuition. “I’ve known both of you for a long time,” you spoke, voice laced with suspiciousness. “There’s nothing that could make you both agree on something so peacefully. What’s going on?”

“Oh, but we both agree on something,” Atsumu tugs your left wrist, “we both want you.”

“Me?”

“To submit to us.” Osamu finished.  

Submit to us.

Submit to us.

Submit to us.

“Like…” you pause, “like have sex… together?”

“Threesome,” Osamu clarified with his charming smile.

“Just us.” Atsumu chimed.

“Well, I sure hope so.” You snapped.

“Do you agree?”

You tugged your wrists but failed, “no, that’s crazy.”

“Y/n,” Atsumu whines, “how is it crazy? We both know you love us, and we love you too.”

“This is weird.”

“How is it weird? It’ll just be sex.” Osamu assures with a smile.

“It’ll be the best birthday present you can give us.”

Your eyes shut as you fight the urge to say yes. Atsumu’s rough fingertips rub your knuckles while Osamu rubs circles on your hand.

“No anal.”

Atsumu’s lips curved into a triumphant smile while Osamu pouted, “boo.”

. .

The tie is secure over your eyes, “why do I need my eyes cover?”

“Up?” you hear Atsumu instruct, motioning for you to lift your arms. Your shirt is raised and tugged off, leaving you in your black bra.

“You’re going to guess who will fuck you,” Osamu answered, pressing you down on your back. A pair of hands fumbled at the waistband of your yoga pants, which were tugged off. “A black thong, sexy.”

You lay on your back in your undergarments, “guys?” You don’t feel their presence.

“Give us a minute here; we’re trying to see who gets to fuck you first.”

You hear them mumbling, ‘rock-paper-scissor-shoot.’ “Are you guys serious?” You lift yourself onto your elbows.

You feel the floor creak by your feet, and your heartbeat races. Suddenly, warm breaths by your cheek and their mouth crash onto yours unexpectedly, fast and hungry, knocking you back. They pin your wrists beside your head, so you can’t touch them, probably to figure out which twin they are.

You know enough; Atsumu has an undercut, while Osamu’s hair is long.

His tongue mingled with yours in a deep kiss, and when you inhaled for air, his mouth lifted off of yours and kissed along your jaw before pulling away completely.

Your wrist is released but quickly ordered, “leave them there or else you’ll be punished.”

Your mind is too hazy to tell who it was.

The rest of your undergarments are removed, leaving you naked, blind, and vulnerable.

With rough fingers, they hook their arms underneath your knees and pull you to the bed’s edge, your lower half hanging off the bed. Your legs are then widened, and thick fingers play at the entrance of your pussy.

“So wet,” they whisper before plunging a finger inside, pulling it out, and pushing it back in.

With just one finger, it is enough to curl your toes as you beg for more.

Something rounder and thicker presses at your entrance where their finger was just at, “I can’t wait anymore.”

A thick hard cock plunges deep inside of you and doesn’t allow you to adjust before they’re pounding hard into your pussy. Your back arches, and a moan resonates from your throat. You grip the comforters, barely anchoring yourself as you shift with each fast thrust. Large hands grip your thighs, holding you still as they thrust harder and faster.

You touch their hands holding your thighs; the veins and rough knuckles aren’t enough to determine which twin.

“Fuck, hurry.” You hear a hoarse voice demand towards your head. “Baby, give me your hand?”

One hand reaches above your head, unsure, but a large hand closes your hand around something hot, soft, yet hard. “I’m gonna fuck your fist.” The cock in your hand slides back and forth fast that you have to tighten your grip. “Fuck-fuck-fuck- your fist feels good!” they moaned loudly.

A smack behind your thigh sent you crying as the one fucking your pussy reminded you who was giving you the pleasure. Your legs are pushed forward and hooked over their shoulders, pressed in half before the heavy body is fucking you into the mattress.

Heavy panting fanned your face, “I’m going to cum… inside you.”

You weren’t on birth control but couldn’t find your voice to tell them no.

“If you don’t answer- I’m going to cum inside of you….” his hips begin to pound at yours, fast and hard.

“Yes! Yes! Cum inside me!”

A deep chuckle sends chills down your spine, “good girl.”

His cock twitched inside you, and with four more hard thrusts, he stills and jerked as he cums. The weight of his body collapses over you, keeping you pressed in half. His loud groans mixed with your moans.

“I’m going to fuck a baby in you, love.” He growled, and your walls convulsed and gripped around his cock at his statement.

“A ba-baby?”

The cock in your hands slips out and leaves your hand abandoned.

“My turn.” The weight is suddenly pushed off of you; the sudden withdrawal makes you flinch and gasp at the sudden impact of emptiness. “Hands and knees, baby girl.” You’re rolled over onto your stomach, and they help adjust your lower half to their liking. “Hang in there for me, baby girl. I’m close to cumming thanks to your fist, but I want to cum inside you too.”

Your throat is hoarse, and you desperately want to remove the covering over your eyes.

The bed shifts, and you feel the dip near your hands and head. “Hey love, lift your head for me, please?” You lift your head, and something soft yet wet touches your lips. “Open, please?”

A musky smell hits your nose before your jaw drops slightly but the prob of something hot and soft presses your lips open. Your tongue licks and swirls around the tip of the cock in your mouth.

“One second,” your mouth is empty, and as you were about to question, without warning, your pussy is stuffed in thrust. You’re caught off guard, and you’re jerked forward.

The cock in your pussy keeps a steady rhythm; this cock felt different. This one was less thick but longer.

“Stick out your tongue,” the thumb rubbing your lower lip pushes your jaw open, “suck me, please.”

Their cock slowly pushes into your mouth, taking in what you can. You lock in your elbows and take in more of his cock until it hits the back of your throat, and you quickly retreat before you gag.

The covering over your eyes gets tugged off swiftly before you can comprehend. Your eyes adjust quickly to the dim light in the room. You blink, staring straight at the wide hips and defined V-lines. Familiar V-lines.

You didn’t dare look up.

He withdraws his cock from your mouth and tilts your head upward.

With teary eyes and a slightly ajar mouth, you gaze back at Atsumu. “You’re so beautiful.” His thumb swipes over the corner of your lip where drool leaks. “How is she, ‘Samu?”

Your mouth shuts as you bite in your moan when he particularly thrusts harder.

“Amazing, she feels fucken amazing.” He grunts, “worth the wait.” His grip on your hips is bruising.

Your cheeks are pressed in by Atsumu’s hand, “me too, love. Can I cum in your mouth?”

Your tongue darts out to lick his length, licking the softness of his length before swallowing him entirely. Your eyes look up to see his mouth open, watching you right back. His fingers comb your hair behind your ear, “I’ve waited a long time to see you like this… sucking me….”

Much like Atsumu, you feel Osamu twitching with each sloppy thrust. That increases your suckling, hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue around Atsumu’s cock.

Your pussy clamps down on Osamu’s cock just as your mouth does for Atsumu’s cock. They groan and grunt as they come simultaneously, one in your pussy and one in your mouth.

Osamu’s cum only mixed in with Atsumu’s earlier and filled you even more uncomfortable. You could swallow most of Atsumu’s cum, but some dribble down your chin.

Atsumu pulls out his cock and wipes the dribbling cum back into your mouth. “You did well, love.”

He drops onto the bed beside you and reaches to fondle your hanging tits. “I knew your tits would be lovely. I’m going to fuck them next.”

The upper half of your body collapses on top of his hand. “No, you’re not,” you confirmed, breathless.

He flips onto his side, elbow supporting his head. “Why not? Wasn’t this fun?”

“Because I’m going to fuck her tits next,” Osamu said at the end of the bed. He slips out of flaccid cock and rubs your thighs before straightening your lower half. He drops beside you and rubs your back.

“You got to fuck your fist and her pussy!”

“You got her pussy and her mouth?”

“Shut up.” You groan, exhausted. You rolled onto your back, shifting near Osamu. It wasn’t long before Atsumu scooted closer, unable to allow his twin to have more of you.

Your eyes shut as exhaustion creeps up on you.

“Did you know it was me fucking you first?” Atsumu whispers into your ear, a hand massaging one of your tits.

“Yes,” you muttered; with your eyes still closed, you swat his hand away. “You’re the only one who calls me good girl and love, and Osamu only calls me baby girl when he wants something.”

A few minutes pass by in silence. You’re alerted when fingers trail from the valley of your tits down to your navel before cupping your sex. “I wonder which twin’s baby you’ll carry?”

Your eyes snap open, and you bolt up, but an arm locks you down on your back. Osamu hovers over you, his heavy muscular arm holding you down. “Hang on, baby girl.”

You watch Atsumu get up and off the bed, naked. He walks over to his dresser, and you see the phone propped horizontally on a tripod. He takes the phone off the tripod and points the camera at you, “totally fucked out; the best birthday gift ever, right ‘Samu?”

Osamu forces your face to look at him, “as of now, but you want to know what would be best, ‘Tsumu?”

The bed dips with Atsumu crawling over, and he straddles your thighs, the camera still pointed at you. “Hmm?”

“There’s a baby Miya,” Osamu’s palm on your abdomen, “right here.” . . .

E/n: Sheesh. That's probably the darkest stuff I've ever written. Now, I'll get back to Once Again.

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu x you #miya osamu #miya atsumu #haikyuu miya twins #haikyuu miya osamu #haikyuu miya atsumu #atsumu smut #osamu smut #haikyuu smut #miya atsumu smut #miya osamu smut #miya twins smut #Happy birthday miya twins

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the niragi "will you go out with me?" one was so cute ☹☹ can i request a sequel to that where reader appears at the beach and niragi's (who had been there for awhile alr) reaction to seeing them? & tysm for the aib content u feed us with !!!!!!!

will you go out with me? - suguri niragi

ｎｏｗ ｌｏａｄｉｎｇ . . .

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ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ!

・❥・ requested

AN: It's a no problem! ♥ I kind of went all out in this...

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→ female!reader

"If you're right handed, use your right hand to grip. Hold it firmly and not grip it."

You blushed as you felt Niragi stood behind you, his hands slowly enveloping yours to demonstrate how to hold the Glock 30 in your hands.

"Don't put your trigger finger on the aim unless you're about to shoot." He says, his breath sending tingles down your spine. Slowly, you nodded your head and stared at the plain cutboard in front of you.

"Then shoot."

And with that, you pulled the trigger. And woke up.

Staring at the moldy ceiling, you wished you waked up in the real world. But no matter how many times you told yourself that this is your new reality, you had to get used to it. For now.

'Nothing is permanent. Only change.' You reminded yourself before sitting up on the mattress as the orange sun sets, preparing yourself for tonight's game.

As the night falls and welcomes the dark skies, the nearest game arena to you is the bright lit apartment complex, and by the entrance were other players waiting for the game to commence.

Girls wearing clothes that looked like they wanted to spend a rad night, men wearing suits, an elderly woman, a scared or nervous looking guy wearing a blue cap, a muscular guy who and a smaller guy who both wore weird bracelets and a guy who looked like he was around her age and stared at the floor while earphones were plugged on his ears, you took a phone from the table before standing on the sides.

'With this many people, the game is probably a spade game.' You thought to yourself, trying hard not to stare at them.

"Excuse me...do you mind if I stick with you?" Said the guy who wore a blue cap on his head. Your mind told you not to, people like him would only slow you down and have yourself killed. But your heart said yes, choosing to remain human even in a crazy world like this.

Smiling, you nodded your head before your eyes darted to look at the other people playing. A girl matching a sporty outfit and two guys who looked like best friends, one with a blonde hair and the other had dishelved hair.

As the waiting game was over, you felt a small sense of pride when you correctly predicted that this game is indeed a spades game, though it was a five number, it would still give you enough days to not play.

"With this many people, it would be impossible if there is only one tagger. Perhaps two, maybe three." You said, suddenly letting out a soft gasp before turning to the guy who stuck beside you.

"I'm sorry for not introducing myself. I'm Y/N!" You said, offering him a smile while extending your hand out to him.

The smaller guy smiled while he adjusted his cap. "Tatta" he said and shook your hand. He too, wore the same bracelet just like the two other guys you saw.

'An alliance?' you thought to yourself before shaking your head.

"If we want to finish this game, let's split up." You proposed to a now pale looking Tatta upon hearing your words.

"I-" Tatta started to say but you cut him off.

"You go look for the safe zone and I'll take care of the tagger for you." You said, taking your hands inside your oversized hoodie pocket.

"Take care of the tagger?! Are you crazy? How are you gonna take care of them?" He asked half shouting at you.

Lazily, you shrug your shoulders. "With this" then stuck your right hand out holding a glock 30.

Tatta widened his eyes at the sight of the gun in your hand before nodding his head vigorously.

"Don't start looking at the lower floors too, start around the middle. Maybe at the fourth floor?" You suggested before walking to the stairs of the apartment. "Don't die on me, Tatta! I hate being left alone!" You said, waving your hand at him in the air before going to the third floor.

Upon reaching the third floor, you took out the gun in your hand and readied your position, ready to aim at any given moment. Slow and steady steps, you tried to feel if a presence is within your range, and in the corner of your eye, it was only a buff guy who hung with him is the smaller guy with a bandana.

"You have a good hold and aim." Said the buff guy who looked at you with a stone expression. "A right handed woman who looks like in her early late teenage years or early twenties" He continues to say.

Gulping, you wondered if this man ever knew you in the real world.

"Hey Aguni, we can use her to bait the tagger just like we planned!" The bandana guy suggested, grinning before he slowly raises both of his hands up in the air as you aimed for him.

"No." Said Aguni. "Let's take down the tagger together."

Since that was your sole purpose, you nodded your head. And in that instant, heavy footsteps could be heard. Getting into their hiding place in the little corner, you took a peak to see what the tagger looked like. Wearing a horse head mask, the tagger wore the same exact pants as Aguni, but much darker. Holding a gun on the right hand and is tall in height.

You wanted to come up from behind the tagger and shoot it, but Aguni raised his arm, slowly shaking his head. Suddenly, the first gunshot rang throughout the apartment complex.

After some time, you, bandana guy and Aguni walked out of the little corner as the gunshots came from the upper floors. You wondered if Tatta found the safe zone already, given that the apartment complex sure seems to have a lot of doors in one floor.

Loud panting breaths grew louder in your direction before it disappeared.

"Arisu! You go first!" You heard someone say, popping your head to take a look, it was the blonde guy wearing a dark blue button down, holding a knife in his hand. "Damn it. Let's take the tagger out."

"Were going up against a machine gun here." Says the other guy who came with him. Leaning your side on the white wall before tilting your head to the side. "A machine gun is a machine gun. But can a person stay human forever in a situation like this?" You asked, the two of them staring at you with wide eyes.

"That's human" you heard Aguni say. "The tagger is 190cm and weighs 90kg. Dominant hand is their right hand." He spoke coolly with his hands in his pockets. Most likely an ex SDF officer or policeman."

Hearing Aguni describe the tagger made you slightly nervous to be around him. Before shifting in your spot, the bandana guy came with a fire extinguisher in his hands.

"I got it" He says before handing it to Aguni who then handed it to them.

"Take this" He said. "Let's go hunt down the tagger." And before walking away, he added "Go search the safe zone."

As the five of you split, you followed the bandana guy down and was about to turn left when a hand stopped you. You raised the barrel of your pistol and ready to the person in the head, but it was only Aguni who placed his index finger in his lips, signalling you to be quiet.

You understood his motive. He used his companion as a bait.

"Aguni?" You heard the bandana guy say, nervously looking at the tagger in front of him. "Aguni?" He called out once more.

"Aguni!"

Three bullets pierced through him before falling down on the floor. Still hearing his grunts, the tagger shot twice again. Aguni came out from behind the stairs with an used the extinguisher to mess with the tagger's vision.

Coming out from behind the stairs as well, you heard gunshots that made you duck down.

Clink!

The sound of the tagger no longer having ammo was music to you ears, shooting the tagger on the leg as the air wasn't as foggy as above. With Aguni on the floor, you tried to run up to the tagger, only to be kicked in the stomach, flying back and landing on the floor with a heavy thud, knocking you out in the process.

Slowly, you fluttered your eyes open and the first feelings you felt were soreness all over your body. Blinking multiple times, you noticed that the floor is carpeted, racking your brain for what happened.

"Had a good sleep?" You lifted your head up and saw four people before you, one of them was Aguni besides a woman who wore shades.

"We heard from Aguni that you're an asset. Though got knocked out during the game." The woman who wore shades said, slowly lowering her voice on the second sentence.

"Where am I?" You asked.

"Utopia! That's where you are!" Hatter said, explaining that the place you are now is called Beach, a community for all players to collect cards and hand it to him when returning.

'Everyone has a choice, but they choose to be pawns.' You thought to yourself, however, you too became a pawn by default. Seeing as Aguni saw potential in you, Hatter took interest in you and decided to make you a part of the militants.

Being a part of the militants was somewhat a good idea. In a place like this, you'll never know who you can trust and having your pistol with you is a good start. Putting on a two piece black bikini and a short denim jumper, you walked out of the hotel's dress rooms and roamed the place.

Literally everyone was free to do as they please. But it astounded you how everyone chose to party at daylight and not fear for their lives as they could die at any given moment, time and day.

Softly sighing and crossing your arms, you left the pool area and walked behind the hotel. You wondered what had happened and why did your life became like this. You were happy being with Niragi until he disappeared, and now you in this strange world.

Lifting your head up, you saw the blossoming cherry blossoms above your head and then a sad smile painted your lips, reminded of the wish you once made when you were in high school, standing in the same trees you once made a wish.

I want to see you again

"Y/N?" you heard someone ask behind you, the same voice you've been longing to hear for months.

Feelings your eyes tearing up, you turned around and slowly you came face to face with Niragi, hair now tied into a half ponytail and just like back then, holding a rifle because he always loved them and told you how he fantasized about killing his tormentors with a rifle gun.

"Hey shh, don't cry" He said, wiping away the tears falling down with his thumb. "I'm here now. You're all that matters to me now." He spoke softly before pulling you in a tight embrace. Finally, you're in the same place with Niragi again.

(gif not mine. credits to the rightful owner!)

#niragi suguru #niragi x reader #niragi x y/n #niragi fic #niragi suguru x reader #aib niragi #aib x reader #aib x you #niragi scenarios #alice in borderland niragi #niragi alice in borderland #alice in borderland fanfic

[youarestellarverse]

WIP Wednesday - Thalia's POV miniseries

Content warning for brief mention of puking.

It's dark out, despite the fact that it's barely past noon. The rain pounds on the glass, almost as loud as the crashing thunder. Jason's curled up in Thalia's arms, making an awful noise— pained, but tired. 

He shouldn't be hurting this much. The shirt he's whimpering into is fresh; he threw up on the one she was wearing before, about an hour before the storm moved in.

"It's okay, shrimp," she coos softly, because when she doesn't pitch her voice as quietly as she can, it makes him whine. "I'm here. Do you still have a tummy ache?" 

"Mhm." Jason pulls at her sleeve with one chubby fist. "I bed now."

She picks him up. There's a flash of lightning and a crack of thunder and the tightening of little arms around her. 

"I know. It's hurting your ears a lot." 

Jason nods, burying his face in her shoulder. 

"Too lights." 

"The light hurts too, huh?"

"Yeah." 

Thalia frowns as she pushes open the door to their room. She's seen her father grit his teeth at the sun, and flinched when he snapped at her to keep the volume down. It never occurred to her that it might be something genetic. 

"Okay. I'll close the curtains."

She puts Jason down on the mattress and tucks him in. He immediately grabs for Lupa and hides his face in her fur. 

"No lights," he says, muffled. 

"No lights," she agrees, her throat stinging. She makes her way back to the bed and sits on the edge, pulling the wastebasket close by just in case.

"You stay," he adds, peeking out from behind Lupa's shoulder. 

He looks miserable. His eyes are all red and his little mouth is tight with discomfort. She reaches over and touches his forehead, feather-light; her hands run cold, and it seems to soothe him. 

"Go to sleep," she whispers. "I'll be here when you wake up." 

"Okay," he mumbles, wiggling down under the blanket. "Love you." 

Babies can have migraines, which absolutely sucks— that's way too much pain for a person that tiny. ☹ I've had them as long as I can remember, so part of this is based on my experience.

I can't remember if Jupiter (who still doesn't have a proper name replacement— probably Jove or Giovanni, the only names I've found thus far that are actuallu derived from "Jupiter") had the whole giving-birth-to-Minerva thing too, but given Zeus, I think I can get away with it.

#i wrote this #wip wednesday #thundersibs are go

[uravichii]

♧ <3

you’re my: moot i also need to talk to more 💀

how I met you: @/cupidines shipped us in an ask game 🤩

why I follow you: ur content + being moots with u is cool 😎

your blog is: also very pretty n i love the self ship tags for ur moots ☹

your URL is: @/carmillous sounds so pretty ,, @/fushigurin (canon 🗣) sounds so cute

your icon is: it'S DARK I CAN'T SEE but from ur writing blog ー the prettiest megumi <3

a random fact I know about you: we hate the same characters from naruto 😌

general opinion: u're so cool and fun to talk to :> and i need more of ur megumi hcs bc i love him <3

a random thought I have: i have 2 hrs of chem + 1 hr of pe later im gonna cry

#[💌] : rin ! #☁️ーchats