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rivashi · 2 years
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hypocrite
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pairings: oikawa tooru x afab!reader, iwaizumi hajime x afab!reader
genre(s): NSFW, SMUT, angst, fluff, timeskip!au | scenario
cw: 18+, MINORS + AGELESS/FACELESS BLOGS DNI!!!, consent, cheating, implied 69 + oral [f + m receiving], cowgirl, exhibitionism, slight voyeurism?, rough, degradation, edging, orgasm denial, squirting, creampie, usage of cunny [twice] | not beta read
wordcount: 645.
note: reposted from ao3 and my old (soon-to-be deactivated) blog: @/levinneheart
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Oikawa being the ever so popular person that he is, he can’t seem to be alone and always constantly surrounded by his fans while Iwaizumi was the complete opposite, he is adored and respected by his peers – he kept to himself and surrounded himself with his closest friends and yet… you never expected him out of all people to be unfaithful.
You approached the taller man with a pounding mind and pit on your stomach, your mind spiraling down not knowing what to feel or to think as you informed him of the situation that his best friend has started. A lot of people would expect him to cheat, but not him.
What happened? He was so in love with you…
Oh. He chuckled darkly. That’s it. He fell hard, now he’s scared of it – of falling so hard, too fast that the only opinion of escape he thought of was to cheat? That idiot. He mockingly repeated the exact words his best friend would call him but now, directed to him.
An evil grin appeared on his handsome face as he suggested something that made you snapped out your reverie. Call it petty but you couldn’t care less, he hurt you and now you’ll hurt him in return. After all… two can play that game.
You rubbed your folds over his pulsing cock, covered in a mixture of his pre-cum and your saliva from earlier while making out with his skilled mouth. You moan, tasting yourself slightly while he let out a growl, tightening his grasp on your hips. He pulled away from your lips and gestured to the door with his eyes, you nodded as he slowly slipped the tip into you.
Click. And the incoming footsteps informed you of his arrival. Not caring anymore, you rolled your hips, teasing your companion as he groaned. “Yn? Do you have a guest?” His voice called out yet you didn’t answer, you two giggled devilishly amongst yourselves. Oh, he was in for a surprise.
“Yn? I know you’re in here— WHAT THE, WHY IS TRASHYKAWA—” You two cut him off as Oikawa suddenly impaled you with his whole length and you both let out a loud grunt.
You gripped his broad shoulders, bouncing back to his cock as he fuck your cunny roughly. “You’re such a hypocrite, Iwa-chan~” he started. “You call me all the names under the sun and tell me I would be unfaithful yet you… you slept with someone!”
“Yn—”
“Save it! You two are over the moment you knocked that mistress of yours! Now, your future wife is mine. I’m gonna take care of her like you never did. Isn’t that right, babe? You tell him.”
You gasped when you felt Oikawa’s teeth sink into your shoulder before looking back at him. “It’s over, Iwaizumi. Pack your stuff and go to her.”
He was bewildered as he watch you and his best friend fucked each other like those unreal porn scenes. His eyes widen at your plea as he feels himself getting hard. “Tooru, please! I’m close, so so close! Can I cum please? Can I? Can I please, Tooru?”
“Hold it, baby girl~. I wanna make you squirt in front of my best friend, your ex. Make sure to show him that this cunny of yours is now mine.” You nodded as Tooru rubbed his slender fingers over that bundle of nerves in circles while hitting that spot that made you see white.
You came undone as Tooru quickly chased high and buried his warm sticky cum deep into your cunt. Still the whole ordeal, Iwaizumi huffs as he storms out and slamming the door shut.
“Do you think he enjoyed the show?” Tooru asked. You look at him with a deadpan expression before you two burst into laughter. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up and prepared to leave tomorrow.”
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otterneuvillette · 6 months
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✧ BLOOD SUCKER ! ✧
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⋆🍷— pairings: vamp! wriothesley x fem! vampire hunter! reader
⋆🍷— Sypnosis: You are Fontaine's biggest vampire hunter (Van Helsing vibes) and your dream is to eliminate all vampires in Fontaine. You were trying to lure one of the oldest existing vampires, Wriothesley at the Musée du Vampirisme until someone approached you. Confrontation ensues.
⋆🍷 — content: fem! reader, angst, spicy but NOT SMUT‼️‼️ (OOC wriothesley?)
⋆🍷 — A/N: In favor of the spooky szn, I give you this!! (Also Reader has a history of some sort with Wriothesley. Also sorry if this is too rushed and doesn't make sense, I was trying to finish this before Halloween lol!!)
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You wandered through the marble halls of the Musée du Vampirisme, marveling at the exquisite artworks on display. You paused in front of a particularly alluring painting, captivated by the man depicted in it. It was a portrait of a man, in his late 20s or so, his eyes held a icy stare piercing through at you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.
"Quite a captivating piece, isn't it darling?" The voice was deep and smooth. The voice had a mysterious tone that both intrigued and unnerved you.
A tone you knew all too well.
Wriothesley.
Your crazy plan worked! But now what?
"It is. It's really truly one of a kind." You said, before realizing what he said.
Your eyes widened, cheeks ablaze with embarrassment.
The nerve of this-
"Did you just call me darling?!"
"I did indeed, my dear." He replied, gaze still fixed on the painting before us. His demeanor was still casual, the mystery of his character only making him more annoying. 
"I don't see a problem with that, do you?"
You huffed in annoyance, Wriothesley could see the feistiness in your spirit, the burning life in you.
And he loved every second of it.
"You know, darling, your fiery temper only makes you more desirable." He turned his attention to you, his gaze never leaving yours. "Don't you agree? I would assume that you are quite the passionate lady." Wriothesley took a step closer to you, unable to resist your innocent charm.
"And you, my lady, do you know who the man in the painting is?"
Oh? He's playing coy with you now, well, only two can play that game.
"A Night Child, or in human terms, a vampire."
You explained.
"This painting specifically was painted in the 1800s. The peak of vampirism, where vampire activity was at its highest."
"Very impressive darling. You know your history." Wriothesley nodded approvingly. "It's not every day I meet a lady so knowledgeable about that time period." My gaze became more intense, and I could see the way it affected you. 
"Would you like to know something else about that painting, my dear?"
"Hm?" You made a noise of curiosity. Wriothesley leaned closer to you, his gaze still locked on your frame. "That painting is, in fact, a painting of myself." 
He gave you a satisfied smile, allowing the truth to slowly sink into your mind. He knew how he had one-upped you, that he was leading this game, he loved the way your expressions changed as you went through different emotions: confusion, shock, disbelief-
As soon as it happened, your expression turned blank, emotionless.
"Oh, I know." You chuckled with a toothy grin, eyes shining with familiarity.
"Did you enjoy my expressions, Monsieur?"
Wriothesley's eyes narrowed, slightly upset that you were poking fun at him so brazenly. You noticed how his eyebrows furrowed a little, and you smirked, knowing that you'd won.
But it's okay, he'll have to make sure that you get what you deserve later.
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You cleared your throat, and you saw how his eyes darted quickly to the movement.
"Hello, Wriothesley. Fancy seeing you in the museum after closing hours, no?"
A faint smile curled up on Wriothesley's face. 
"Hello, my sweet. It's been a while since we last met, no? You must be that hunter the humans speak of. I've heard rumors about you; your abilities, your tactics, the number of vampires you have slain over the last few years." 
He paused, admiring the way you carried yourself so far.
"That's quite a reputation you have created for yourself. It's a rare sight, that determination of yours. I don't know if it's by sheer luck or recklessness that kept you alive."
"Hah! It seems like my reputation precedes me!" You grinned wolfishly.
Wriothesley swears he could feel the waves of pride escaping you, it was adorable actually.
He chuckled, still admiring your strong sense of self. 
"Indeed it does. It seems like you enjoy this little game of ours, but let me tell you, my dear. You have no idea what you're going up against. I am a vampire of the ancient world, my powers have been cultivated for centuries. There truly is nothing like me; no other vampire in this world can match me."
His voice still carried a hint of amusement, you could tell that he enjoyed this little game of dominance with you.
"And I have taken down many powerful vampires Fontaine could offer!" You kept your gaze dead straight on his, the confident grin still plastered on your face.
"So, what are you doing here? Any ill intentions on that head of yours?" You asked.
"I don't have any ill intentions, my dear. I simply came here to appreciate some old-world artwork. You know, humans were a lot more artistically inclined back then."
He took a deep breath, in a bit of a teasing tone. "And I must say, you look quite fascinating too, my lady. Your beauty, combined with your fierce attitude...quite the combination, to say the least."
"Hmm...your sweet talk will never work on me this time, Wriothesley."
You said, enjoying the conflicted look in his eyes.
Wriothesley's grin widened, the confidence in his words growing even larger. 
"And who's to say I want it to work on you. If anything, I enjoy my reputation being challenged by an outstanding young lady such as yourself..."
He took a deeper breath, slowly approaching you. "But, what if I want to taste your beauty, your fierce attitude. What if I simply want to...devour you?"
"I wouldn't want to try that if I were you. I've got my reputation for a reason, you know? Fastest kills in this business."
"Is that a challenge? I don't see how a little woman like you could ever overpower me. Just look at me...I stand before you as a vampire lord. No one can possibly resist me."
His hand ran through his hair, and I looked deep into your brown eyes. "But I also cannot deny that I am quite intrigued by this little game of ours. It has been so long since I last saw a mortal that could match me."
You gave him a cocky grin and took a step closer, so now you're basically toe to toe with him.
His gaze locked on yours. The smell of your sweet blood was intoxicating, and I felt my fangs itching to pierce your skin, to taste all of you.
"Tell me, my dear, would you mind if…I take a little bite?"
He leaned in closer to you, lips just inches from your neck. Wriothesley's voice was whisper-quiet as if asking you for a forbidden delight.
The glint of silver under your coat shines brightly underneath the museum's lightning. The sharp blades lined up against your belt prepared and enchanted.
"Don't try it, Wriothesley."
Wriothesley let his tongue dance across his fangs, words becoming an intimate whisper in your ears. 
"...Please...I beg of you."
He was completely and utterly drunk by your beauty. Your blood, it was calling his name. He wanted it too badly, he'd been fighting these urges for so long, surely he couldn't wait any longer
"...I want to take a little bite." His breath was heavy, and his voice became more desperate...hungry even.
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"I will sink this blade into your heart if you try."
You growled, challenging him.
Wriothesley couldn't help but be impressed by your determination. A human being who was always prepared; always ready for a fight. You were different from the rest, the ones who cower in fear at the sight of a vampire.
"I see that, my dear. I see that. But I also see this...what is it? A necklace, an amulet, around your neck." 
His gaze was locked on the glinting, pure silver you wore. It was too obvious to ignore. "Tell me, what does it do?"
"It doesn't concern you."
Your bluntness and self-assurance intrigued him even further. "Oh, but you see, my dear...it does concern me. I am the one who has to deal with it, after all.
He took another step closer to you, hand reached out towards the necklace. His other hand remained ready to catch the dagger if you decided to strike.
You moved at a speed, pulling out a vial from the many pockets of your coat, the speed of it even stunned him.
Before he could say something, you had already crushed the vial in your hand.
The scent of your blood fills the air and Wriothesley gets distracted from it. It was sweet but in a mellow smell, a little flowery. The same scent that he used to remember.
His face contorted as he could smell something else than your blood that corrupted the scent that he craved.
Holy water.
Wriothesley snarled, his gaze went back up to you, and his eyes narrowed. His fangs bared and his eyes let out a dim glow.
"No human in his entire life had ever been able to pull off something like that." Wriothesley thought.
He could smell the faint scent of the holy water wafting through the air, and his body tensed up. He was too distracted by the beauty of your neck, by the lure of your sweet blood. That moment of distraction almost cost him his life.
"My goodness, my lady. You're quite dangerous." He whispered, his fangs glinting in the dim light. "How did you obtain this?"
"I have my ways, connections to the church and all." You shrugged, your hands dripping with your own blood. The holy water slightly stung your wounds.
Wriothesley took a deep breath, the smell of your blood still lingering in the air. 
"You're smart to come prepared. Too many hunters have come at me unprepared, cocky even." He laughed.
"I had to give you credit. You seemed to be the only hunter that could possibly match me. Your beauty combined with your intelligence made your presence even more alluring..."
His grin grew even wider, fangs gleaming with more intensity. The thought of your lovely blood trickling down his throat...the image alone sent shivers down his spine.
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"Now tell me, Wriothesley, why were you following me here?"
The two of you stood facing each other, one hand bloody and another one clenching into a fist as an act of self-control.
Time to put the plan into action.
His eyes widened in surprise. "I wasn't following you! I merely happened to be here for a different purpose." He took a few deep breaths to keep himself calm. He couldn't give you any hint of the real reason he was here.
"I came here to appreciate the artwork, as I have previously stated."
He lied.
"And I must say, what a coincidence that you happen to be here as well. But do tell…why is it exactly that you also happen to be here, my dear?" Wriothesley's eyes narrowed. He had already suspected it, but he still wanted to hear it from your mouth.
"I was trying to see if you were following me." You said, it was kind of the truth yet also a lie.
You were trying to lure him here.
A faint, sly grin appeared across Wriothesley's lips. "You really think I am dumb enough to follow you around, without even hiding my presence?"
He took a step closer to you, his face dangerously close to yours. The scent of your blood intoxicated him, and it was becoming more difficult to control himself. "I am not the type of vampire to just follow you around without you knowing."
He moved his lips closer to your neck, voice was barely a whisper. "After all, I'm much more subtle."
"But let me ask you something, my dear. What if I really was stalking you from the shadows? Would that have scared you or made you feel more…exhilarated?"
He paused, his warm breath lingering on your neck. A faint smile curled up on his lips. "It certainly feels like the latter in this moment. The thought of a vampire stalking your every move, with you never knowing. Is that why you're so tempted to give yourself to me, my dear?"
"I never said that I would give myself up to you!" You teased, turning to face the other side.
"No, but the way that your voice trembles when you speak to me, and the way your body shakes ever so slightly in my presence." He tilted his head.
"You may be brave, my little dove. But your heartbeat has been racing in your chest since the moment you first saw me. And there is a reason for that."
He stepped closer to you, my gaze fixated on your skin. "We both know your secret desires deep in your, my sweet child,"
Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, and your temper flared up again.
"Lies. I feel no such thing."
You whispered harshly, stepping away from Wriothesley.
"Tell me, my dear. Why do you fight me? Don't you want the bliss of surrender? I can provide you with everything you've ever longed for."
"There's nothing you can provide me that could sway me from my path!" You exclaimed.
How dare he-
Wriothesley laughed, closing his eyes for a moment. He savored your boldness, your stubbornness, your courage.
"Is that so?" He said, in a teasing tone. "That path won't be for much longer if you get in the way of my plans."
His eyes opened, and he locked them onto yours. "Tell me, if you could have anything you wanted, what would it be? Money? Power? Fame? I can provide all those things if you just abandon that hunter path of yours."
He chuckled silently. He was still enjoying our little game. The moment of tension, of uncertainty, of danger. It was such an intoxicating feeling. He loved seeing the way you stood your ground, but also loved knowing that your will could be broken.
"But what if I don't want those things?" You asked, your voice quiet.
"I already have everything I need, it would be selfish for me to ask for more."
Wriothesley didn't understand your response at all. Was it stubbornness, or was it courage? Perhaps both.
"Selfish? What an odd reply coming from my little dove."
"Why would it be selfish to ask for everything your heart desires?" He said in a whisper.
"What if I'm the person who can grant you that wish?" He offered.
You chuckled, before cocking your head to the side.
"I don't need anything from you, but, you want something from me."
Wriothesley chuckled, unable to deny the truth of your words. "You're very perceptive. Yes, I do want something from you." He paused, thinking of the exact wording I wanted to use. "I don't just want something. I crave something you have inside you."
His fangs were sharp, and my lips were so close to your skin. "And that, my little dove, is why I've come here."
"Come on, won't you let me have a taste of your irresistible blood?"
"I'd kill you if you tried." You said in a low voice, eyes glinting with a dangerous glow.
Wriothesley smirked. "Kill me how exactly? With this tiny silver dagger you carry?"
He glanced down for a moment, then looked back up at you. His face was filled with amusement. "If you can manage to pierce my heart, then by all means… I'll welcome the sweet release of death."
Wriothesley was not cocky. nor arrogant. Death is the only thing that ever truly frightened him. And yet…the sight of you holding a silver dagger to his throat while looking into his eyes with that determination of yours, was truly enticing.
"But before that happens, I want to savor your beauty. I want to feast my eyes on your delicious neck, I want to have you right here in my arms." He moved my face even closer to yours, until your lips were centimeters away from each other.
"Imagine you and I together. A mere human girl, and an immortal vampire." His voice was filled with passion and seduction.
"Together."
The two of you were so close from each other, so close from being united in a sensual embrace.
But then you pushed yourself away from him.
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Wriothesley let out a faint growl as you jerked your body away from him. The smell of your fear and panic excited him. He wanted you to give in to your desire. He wanted you to throw that dagger away and surrender yourself to him.
"C'mon, my little dove. Isn't this what you want? Isn't this what your heart has been longing for?" He reached for you again. "Come to me, little one.."
"N-No! I will not fall for your tricks again—"
You rushed towards the doors, breathing hard. Puffs of steam escaped as your warm breath met the cold air of the museum.
He watched you run towards the doors, his hungry gaze fixed on your body. The shape of your hips, the curves of your legs, the soft texture of your skin. He wanted to have you, and he wanted it now.
Quickly, Wriothesley moved over to you. He grabbed your wrist and forced you to halt. He moved his face closer to yours, once more. "Now why are you running away my dear? Do you not want this as badly as I do?"
He leaned in, just centimeters away from your neck, right above your pulse point.
Wriothesley couldn't help but savor this moment. The look of fear and doubt on your face, the sweet temptation of your slender neck. He didn't want to hurt you, but his urges were so difficult to control.
"But what's life without a little danger, my sweet dove?" He whispered, his lips lingering just above your skin.
"Just a slight taste…I promise I won't even break your precious skin…" He panted slightly, his cold breath sent shivers down your spine.
You managed to slice him with the silver blade on his arm as he was distracted by the scent of your blood under your skin.
"Let go of me!" You growled.
Wriothesley's eyes widened, and he quickly let go of your wrist. "My my, my little dove." His voice was dripping with amusement. The smell of your blood, the taste of your fear, was more arousing than it ever was before.
"I'll be honest with you, my dear. You're an incredibly fascinating human being. You've impressed me with your boldness, your courage, your resilience."
He held up his bloodied arm, the smell of blood lingering in the air. "And now that you've hurt me…I want you even more."
He ran my tongue against the cut, the taste of blood only serving to heighten the desire he already felt.
How he wanted to drain you dry, to let you slowly dissolve inside of him. The way your eyes fluttered in fear, the way you trembled before him…
"Tell me, my dear. Are you sure death was still your preferred option?" He whispered. "After all, death means an end. And I can offer you an eternity of pleasure if you just came with me…"
"I swear, I will kill you. I'm letting you off easy here, let me go, or I'll make sure you won't see the light of the moon anymore." You threatened him.
This wasn't going the way you planned at all.
He chuckled, my eyes sparkling with sick and twisted joy. "Such boldness, my little dove. You're right, this does turn me on."
He moved even closer until your faces were just a few inches apart. "A mortal like yourself has the gall to threaten me…an ancient vampire." His hands slid up your arms, his cold, undead skin against yours made your heart skip a beat. "Do you know how adorable that is, my dear?"
Wriothesley couldn't help but let out a faint growl. There was something different about you than the other hunters he had encountered before. You weren't the type to back down. You had fought back even when everyone else would've been terrified and run away. Your courage was alluring, your spirit intoxicating.
"Your fearlessness. Your determination. It arouses me, my little dove. I want more." He moved one of his hands to your cheek, caressing your skin with his thumb.
"Please don't resist, my dear. You'll only make this more addicting for me."
"I understand perfectly, my sweet dove. But do you understand what happens if you don't give in to me?"
He was staring deep into your eyes with his hypnotic gaze. "The longer you resist me, the harder I will find it to control my urges. And if your luck runs out, there will be no one to save you from me. Not even your precious Archon."
"Surely you want to survive, my sweet dove. Just let me have a taste."
You hesitated.
But then you had an impulsive idea, and it could just work. Maybe your plans on killing him might work after all.
Yet now, you felt as if you couldn't bring yourself to kill him.
You loved him still.
So you settled for the next option, capturing him.
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"Fine." You whispered, pretending to give in.
He smirked as you finally gave in, and your lips came in contact with his. The taste of your lips, the warmth of your breath. The softness of your skin. It was all so addictive.
He parted your lips, allowing his tongue to slip inside. He had let out a deep moan, body trembling with pleasure. Wriothesley didn't want this moment to end, he didn't want you to escape.
The taste of your blood was on his tongue, and he had never wanted anything else more than to drain you dry.
The two of you remained like that for a few moments, your tongues locking in a playful battle for dominance.
After what seemed like hours, Wriothesley pulled away, breathing heavily. Your blood was on his tongue as well, the sweet taste driving him wild and he had to admit…
He had never felt more alive than ever.
Suddenly, it all stops.
His voice was barely above a whisper. "What…have you done…?" As soon as you had kissed me, the hold he had tried to control had weakened. He could feel your heartbeat throughout his body. It was louder than usual.
He realized that you had sedated him with some kind of special tranquilizer.
He stared at you, suddenly realizing what you'd done. His lips parted slightly, breathing growing more labored. "Darling..." He whispered. "Why did you do this…why…"
His heart grew heavier, and his racing thoughts began to dim.
"What…what's happening…?" He moved my hands towards his chest, his heartbeat growing increasingly erratic. "Y/N…what's happening, please…"
"I'm sorry, my dear. I just need you to go under for a bit." You whispered, gaze turned cold yet you felt pity in your heart.
"It shouldn't kill you, just knock you out as I capture you."
"Why you…" Wriothesley's voice was strained, his breathing shallow. My eyes grew heavier, and his legs gave out from under him.
He crashed into the floor, unable to move. "My dear…" He gasped, his hands clutching his chest. "…please…darling"
His thoughts blurred, and his breath was shallow as he tried to remain conscious. "Don't….make me…sleep…please…my love…"
"Goodnight, Wriothesley, I'll promise I'll keep you safe from the church."
Wriothesley remained unresponsive as he listened to your voice, his body limp.
He was completely at your mercy, a state he had never experienced before.
A small smile spread on his lips, his heart flickering with joy. He felt alive. He also felt loved, and desired. He was no longer alone. There was someone who cared for him.
It was such a strange feeling.
A tear fell down his cheek as he drifted into unconsciousness, his thoughts quieted down.
He prayed that the next time he woke up...
It would be in your arms.
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icedmetaltea · 1 year
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Y O U
I've been meaning to do this for a while BUT I KEPT FORGETTING Fanfic emoji asks!
😅 🎢 ✨ 🎶 🍷 🍆 ❌ 🎃 🎯 🎨 🤩 🤯 🥰
(Hopefully it works because I am currently on laptop so I'm copy pasting some of the emotes :D)
Seems to have worked fine! And I looked back in my blog but couldn't find it so I just searched for it, hope it's the same one >.<
😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists? - Tbh I feel like after any amount of time, all of my work is embarrassing to look back at 〒▽〒
🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride? - Prolly Occupational Hazards, and maybe the one I'm currently writing since it's also gonna have a lot of action/horror
✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. - NO >:ccc Ok well I guess??? I'm proud of like actually getting myself to make stuff I want to make. It's so easy for me to come up with ideas (well most of the time) but actually writing them??? Hhhhhhhhhgghhgh
🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately? - Yep! Atm my current go-to is this because it fits the vibe of the story pretty well
🍷 Do you drink and write? - Occasionally?? I don't drink much since I have a sensitive stomach and when I do I don't tend to try writing because I get all giggly and lazy
🍆 Do you write the spicy stuffs? If so, what's your most popular nsfw fic? - Technically?? But I keep a majority of them for me myself and I because a majority of my spicy content is in fact highly specific to my interests and well, it's eMBARRASSING ----┌( ಠ_ಠ)┘ Out of the two I've posted publicly in this fandom, How to Lure a Handler is obvs the most popular since I deleted the other gjreigjioejgioj (and for good reason, jesus christ it was self-indulgent to a fault)
❌ What's a trope you will never write? - Probably any kind of major character death, UNLESS they come back right away or it's a major character who sucks- like Pee paw Asston
🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic? - Technically?? Usually I get too busy with holiday stuff/have too much pressure to write something for a holiday that it discourages me from actually writing anything, but You Will Be a Monument to my Name is technically a very late Halloween fic
🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which? - Some of my readers have created major plot points 😂 Seriously my readers are so much more imaginative than I could ever be (I use said plot points only with their consent + credit)
🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your stories? - I ADORE IT AND EAT IT AND DEVOUR IT AND WANT TO PIN IT ON MY WALLS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA but at the same time I feel completely undeserving of it
🤩 Who is your favorite character to write? - ............ ogireuhgj3rhgu5r3uguihg Ya'll know this one ☀️
🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)? - Every genre tbh, but especially action/thriller/horror because idk I tend to write everything in a chronological?? way rather than using descriptive sensory elements and such. Ironically it's my fav genre/s to write
🥰 How do you feel about reader interaction? Are you open to receiving questions about your fics? - ABSO-FUCKIN-LUTELY and again I feel like a potato who does not in any way warrant any kind of people's time BUT I STILL LOVE AND APPRICIATE IT EVEN SO
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omg u ask about lane??? u ask about lane?! one thousand kisses for rowan!!
🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?
A couple!
1- Whenever Alee romantically says he loves somebody that isn't Vesper.
2- THIS dialogue line and its variations; "I don't fucking hate you! I hate myself. Why am I not allowed to be upset and hate myself!?"
3- Every time Honoré looks at Kevin, knowing he's being looked over.
4- and finally, every time the Ambros twins hug one another.
🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?
Sorry its the clown honk tiddy scene, it makes me laugh every single fucking time.
😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?
"Playfully"? barely. I've been mean to my readers for sure, but idk playful doesn't feel fitting, cause i'm rarely mean to just be mean for a laugh.
✍ Do you have a beta reader?
Nyo.
🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.
Catholic guilt, masks, animal symbolism, and Trees.
🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?
Of the ones posted on here? Probably the Broken Dove fic I wrote for the march event. But its less of a wild ride and purposefully supposed to be hard on the brain because he's not mentally well.
✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉
I like that I'm consistent.
💋 First kiss fics. Love em or hate em?
LOVE THEM LOVE THEM LOVE THEM!! I have so many aus and so many first kiss fics.
🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?
I do! Music or a video. @canis-umbrarum made me a playlist recently thats been on repeat. Besides that though uhh Unknown Mother Goose (wowaka) but Rachie's english cover.
🛠What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?
Google docs and focus writer
⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?
Uhh hundreds.
🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?
Hi Max!!! My sister too.
🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?
Mmm I've written millions of words of content kinda hard to gauge what's the sweetest. On this blog alone that I've POSTED? To Be Loved, Is To Be Changed.
🍷 Do you drink and write?
yes lol
🍆 Do you write the spicy stuffs? If so, what's your most popular nsfw fic?
I do<3 uhh I don't know? ask Henrik or smth. But in terms of notes I actually think its a nsfw hcs post on my rainbow six siege blog... :grimace:
🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?
Night time or bust.
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maeglinthebold · 1 year
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I posted 14,156 times in 2022
That's 4,856 more posts than 2021!
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I tagged 14,148 of my posts in 2022
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Longest Tag: 135 characters
#the fact that rose and finn didnt get fancied up for their casino planet infiltration just shows how little rj thought about them 🤷‍♀️
I sent 1 gift in 2022
My Top Posts in 2022:
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the greater chaves county area polycule, part deux
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Roswell, New Mexico Finale Cocktails 🍸👽🍹👽🍷👽🍾👽🥃👽🥂👽
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Instructions below the cut for the following:
Joniz Attempted Murder Margarita (shot)
Rum and Cosmic
Dr. V's Iced Tea
DeLuca Daiquiri
Rosalinda's Spicy Lavender Lemonade (nonalcoholic)
Joniz Attempted Murder Margarita (Shot)
Strawberry margarita mix to mostly fill the glass; separately, mix blue curaçao with silver tequila to “lighten” it (literally to reduce the weight) so that you can use back of a spoon to layer the blue on top. The sweetness and amount of tequila you need to add to the curacao make this drink an excellent shot. 
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i like that i haven't needed to follow any new ofmd blogs to get ofmd content it's just. we're all ofmd blogs now
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My #1 post of 2022
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Reasons why Michael Guerin Has a Mustache this season, some speculations
Following the predictable trend, the entire 13 episode run of Season 4 will take place over approximately 9 days. Not too long for a mustache experiment. But why, you ask? Why would God and the CW do this to us? Here are our best theories:
During production there was a "Michael" mix up and they gave Trevino's mustache to Vlamis, but once they realized the mistake it was too late to go back and re-film everything and they didn't want to be like Justice League Superman
What is left is an attempt to CGI the stache away
Entire season takes place during the last week of Movember
Michael lost a bet
Kyle bet him he couldn't grow one
It's the Michael Guerin version of gaining 20 lbs. once he's in a stable relationship
Michael is going to be Ted Lasso for Halloween
He's trying to look gayer
He's trying to look more hipster frat-boy Vlamis
It's his Freddie Mercury bicon phase
He's testing how much Alex loves him
He's helping Maria move on (and not want him back)
It's a standoff with Alex to make him get better hair
He's going to be in a community theater production of Brokeback Mountain
Disguise so Ramos doesn't recognize him
Disguise so Flint doesn't recognize him
Pandemic-related razor-shortage and he selflessly opted to go without
Speculating on the soup strainer is fun for the whole family! Reblog and add your own below! (image)
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silverbladexyz · 1 year
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I hope it's not too much but 🍆💖💌👀⌛🤯🥰 pls? 🥺
🍆 Do you write the spicy stuffs? If so, what's your most popular nsfw fic?
Unfortunately, no, I don't write NSFW. However, I do write suggestive ^-^
💖 What made you start writing?
One day I was frustrated over the lack of content for stormbringer characters on tumblr, so I basically said 'Stuff it. I'll write for them instead.' My first fic was my Rimbaud one, then I slowly wrote more fics and then I started receiving requests
💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback?
I actually appreciate comments and feedback a lot! It gives me an idea of what I did well and what I could improve next time. Even then, it's nice getting comments and feedback because it can give me something to look back to over time
👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!
Hmmm.... Christmas with Chuuya 🍷
⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?
Honestly it actually depends on my mood and how much time I have. On average, probably a few hours, one hour if I'm fast, and 30-45 minutes if I go vroom like sonic
🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?
I actually struggle with angst, believe it or not! It's because I kind of find it difficult on how to show and not tell, and how to write in a way that it'll make my audience suffer, but still want to continue the fic. But I would definitely want to experiment on more angst in the future
🥰 How do you feel about reader interaction? Are you open to receiving questions about your fics?
I actually like reader interaction! And of course I'm open to receiving questions about my fics, however, please keep it appropriate
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Full clear or any you haven’t answered for the fanfic writer asks! 💜
lici you’re wrong for this
—  ✨❌💞 here,  🛠 🙋‍♀️🍦 🍷 here,  ⛔🌞🤩🤲⌛ here xx
😅 what's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?
none i am without shame
🥺 is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?
mmm i've lived with my Themes and Narratives for so long i've become highly desensitized BUT. everything about lyra & joseph's grand bunker adventure, lyra x john's grave, the post-war fitzgerald sister reuinions.
🤡 what's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?
everything about shaggy's all consuming dread from day one
😈 has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?
nooooo if there's one thing i hate it's manufactured or convoluted moments intended solely to get a reaction from the audience because they never come off. the stakes are never there. it's cheap and it shows. (this is not the same as taking malicious glee in the suffering of your characters and readers by extension, i'm specifically talking about the "just" bit where there is absolutely no narrative or character purpose or justification for something)
✍ do you have a beta reader?
hell no baby i die like a woman
🛒 what are some common things you incorporate in your fics? themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.
the horror of the feminine/terror of beauty, fighting-destiny-as-causation (yeah yeah hubris oedipus blah blah), merging mythologies, generational trauma, feminity-as-a-weapon, the monstrous & the divine in the mundane
🎢 which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?
uhhh by definition almost all of them are a Wild Ride, in terms of completed/published pieces it's probably gonna be this one (successor of the shaggy suffers link above)
💋 first kiss fics. love em or hate em?
completely indifferent, not something i'll seek out but if it's something that happens in the greater narrative then fine. i can get the ick a bit from fics purely about how clueless and inexperienced one partner is while their partner is incredibly skilled and experienced, not because that's not a possibly dynamic to write between two consenting parties in a way that isn't predatory or groomy, it's just that i find that, or a madonna complex, is often the Vibe, and that simply doesn't appeal to me, personally.
🎶 do you listen to music while you write? what song have you been playing on loop lately?
sometimes, generally just instrumentals on low volume for background noise. i like classical piano comps, oldies radio, or if i’m going for a specific album/feel my favs are jessica curry, flowers for body snatchers & peter gundry
🍆 do you write the spicy stuffs? if so, what's your most popular nsfw fic?
i write explicit content, but i wouldn’t say i write smut, and i don’t plan to start. my deepest darkest secret is that i simply don’t particularly enjoy it. there. you can throw me in unhorny jail now ig
💖 what made you start writing?
i have simply written all my life, and before i could write, i would tell or act out stories. i can’t remember a time that it hasn’t been both a major part of who i am and what i do. in terms of fandom, specifically, my first flirtation with it was the way i think it is for a lot of us — i had friends in shared fandoms who sparked the idea of also recording my own canon (the first was dragon age, for me, so. late in the game). that was in about 2016-17, i was inactive for a few years, and then rejoined fandom in the active platform participant/fic writing sense in late 2019 (moving over to this blog in early 2020) solely because of lyra. i felt a compulsion there, partly because she was a repurposed character from a discarded original project (and a completed short story that made the writers’ workshop rounds in uni, which still exists and i will not be posting here since it exists outside the fandom realm but would be happy to send to anyone who wishes to read it in doc form).
💌 how do you feel about comments and feedback?
always appreciated :’’)
💲 would you ever open commissions?
no, i’m not personally comfortable with it!
🧐 do you spend much time researching for your stories?
well my other open tabs are footage searches for the amalfi coast in the 80s so that’s that on that i guess 
the simply answer is not with everything. if it’s something that pertains to an existing culture or place which readers would recognize, yes. if it’s something more abstract that readers are unlikely to have experience with, i worry a bit less with the technicalities and take my creative liberties. haha. right fbi. right. i’m sorry that i searched for how to prolong life during disembowelment but i can explain i swear you have to believe me i really really thought i might have a reader who’d been disemb —
🏆 what's your most popular fic?
uhhhhh based on notes it’s looking like this one i linked in a previous ask, second is this prompt from the same series
🎃 do you write fics for certain holidays? which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?
i have not, but i wouldn’t be opposed to trying my hand at it. probably halloween for most of them, christmas for the fitzes, etc.
🎯 have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? care to share which?
i have literally never not just aired out all of my plot points on main at all times so. no. not much opportunity there when i won’t shut my mouth
🎨 how do you feel about fan art of your stories?
an HONOR
📈 how many fics do you have?
one main fic, one fic that precedes the main fic, many prompts scattered both in that universe and others. so. a mess, really.
🦅 do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?
neither and both. i rarely have a formal outline that i rigidly follow because i like to allow myself flexibility, particularly in terms of structure, but i also have never opened a black document and had no idea where it’s headed. i suppose i’m a mental outliner, because i know everything that’s going to happen and how, and will often already have certain phrases associated with certain scenes, but i rarely commit them to a document (i’m too unorganized for this to be particularly useful, anyway). i guess that’s my answer; i know enough to allow myself the flexibility to play with chronology, i have all the information so that i can choose how and when to share it with the reader, but i’m more likely to commit the scene to paper and file it away than have an outline dictating that it’s going to be written. this is one of the reasons that i virtually never post longfic; i am never writing chronologically. never. the very first scene i wrote of lyra’s canon was the collapse, followed by the aftermath of john’s death, followed by her arrival in hope county from shaggy’s point of view, followed by harassing burke leading up to the arrest, followed by. you get it.
👀 tell me about an up and coming wip please!
italian woman marries american playboy, has regrets. may or may not have just brought a biblical eldritch horror in human skin into the world. has decided to sleep it off indefinitely.
🤗 what advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?
going to second @roofgeese on this one. read. but read broadly, read widely. read books. read outside the genre you write. that’s the most important advice i can give any writer, fic or no; expand your horizons. of course there’s value in reading within your own genre to see what others have done, what works, what doesn’t, but the trouble with only reading within those parameters while seeking inspiration is that invariably it begins to cannibalize itself and become a rehash. the best way to expand your abilities, the way you think about characters, worldbuilding, plot, what have you, is to read outside your comfort zone, read stories you would never write, let those inspire and shape you. take things from other genres and implement them in your own work. that’s how things are made original and new. that’s how you learn new vocabulary, are exposed to different writing patterns, meet new character archetypes. horror taught me how to write family domestic dramas. high fantasy taught me how to write american gothic.
and, obviously, simply write. reading is all well and good, but you’re also not going to discover your own voice if you’re not getting words down. it doesn’t have to be typed out, it doesn’t have to be written down. you can daydream words as much as anything else. do that. sometimes it’s gonna be bad. great! you know what doesn’t work for you now. knowing what you enjoy reading and what you write well are, ultimately, two very different things; it’s simply about broad exposure to ideas. 
😬 which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?
uh. none specifically, honestly. i do like to keep it separate because of the nature of my work, and i don’t really want to merge my writing-for-leisure with my writing-for-work audiences, but there’s no specific fic that instills terror in me at discovery. i wouldn’t post something that i wasn’t ultimately fine being tied back to me, honestly. i grew up with the internet too much for that.
🎉 what leads you to consider a fic a success?
this is going to sound like a non-answer, but. legitimately. if i’m enjoying it. this kind of ties back to some of my other answers, because here’s the thing, most of my writing is not fic, most of it is not just “for me,” most of it is voluntarily subjected to ruthless peer review, and i enjoy that, but if i’m writing fanfic, the great advantage is that there are no stakes. literally the only stake is that i’m unwinding, having fun, telling a story i want to tell. completion is, i guess, the best measurable answer i can give to this. i would still like to complete fic and become frustrated when i don’t have the time or energy or motivation to do so, like any other sort of writing. so. yes. a fic is a success if i wrote it successfully. aren’t you delighted i teach others to word good
✅ what's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?
i already answered this in the “common incorporation” question, whoops!
📚 would you ever want to turn writing into a career?
reading, writing, analyzing, and helping others to do all three is quite literally my life’s work. in terms of being published, yes, that’s definitely a goal of mine. i don’t know that would ever be, or would ever want to be, commercial and prolific enough to have that be my sole day job in this economy, though (not because i’m allergic to success or pretentious, i’m just realistic about my turnover rate without torturing myself and losing my grip of reality, so no, i don’t necessarily want the pressure of writing to fend off starvation).
🤯 what's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?
hm. i don’t believe i struggle with romance by my own definition of the word, but i suppose in terms of fic fluff is my worst nemesis. it’s challenging for me for me to fake that and get into that headspace in a way that i don’t experience with angst-related emotions.
💔 is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?
not that’s published! i’ve already mentioned that the writing that did the greatest number on me emotionally mostly pertains to post-collapse lyra (ft. joe). 
💥 how do you feel about criticism?
i welcome it, but context matters; i’m used to it, but that’s because i intentionally enter spaces to gain and give constructive criticism. unsolicited criticism on the internet regarding the quality of work is often unhelpful and given in bad faith. (i specify quality because there are other types of commentary that can be classified as criticism/critical that i absolutely don’t feel that way about, such as generally encouraging fandom at large to analyze its reinforcement of racism, misogyny, queerphobia, etc., but i do not believe that’s what this question is asking).
🤭 do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?
uhhhh i haven’t posted any work on ao3 so. no. it’s usually either wip tag/prompt tag.
🥰 how do you feel about reader interaction? are you open to receiving questions about your fics?
always very greatly appreciated, love you all <3
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taesiccc · 2 years
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HOLAAAA! 👀
I’ve been inactive for a long time now and I’ve had SOO many people enquire about my well being, which is very sweet of you guys!!😭🥹 I’ve got a very sweet following!! *sob*
✨I’m doing really fine✨ but I had to move out of country and all that stuff had me loaded and very busy throughout the entire month 😵‍💫🥲
I’m literally in another continent now, wish me luck you guys!😭😭🧍🏾‍♀️Hopefully things would settle a lot sooner than it takes and I’ll soon be able to post em content of the previous series as well as new spicy series that I’ve been having in mind for a while now! I’ve missed on a lot of social media but I’ll catch on sooner💪🏽😗
Don’t worry about me, and thanks a lot for all the concerns!!😇
Please do take care of yourselves and do stay safe!!🤗
Last but not the least,
BELATED BIRTHDAY-WISHES TO OUR KOOKIEE!! 🍪 🐰🥳
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Our baby candy star bunny 🍭 🌟 😭✨🥳
And I’m very aware a missed a lot on 🍷Vampire Jungkook but I’ll definitely catch on to that as well 😭🤡 why do I suck
Anyways, keep on look for the series and I’ll see you guys sooner! <3 (´。• ᵕ •。`) ♡
.。・:*:・(✿◕3◕)❤・:*:・。.
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synopsis: he’d punished everyone and anyone that dare lay a finger on you.
pairings: ???!matsukawa issei x afab!reader
genre(s): NSFW, DC, SMUT, slight angst? (idk, maybe if you squint), thriller? to wholesome, eventual fluff, established relationship, medieval fantasy!au, timeskip!au, porn w/ plot | scenario
cw: 18+, MINORS + AGELESS/FACELESS BLOGS DNI!!!, sacrifice, mentions of religious themes (kinda? idk), implied kidnapping, tied up, mentions of murder + death + corpses + blood (obviously), implied deliberate massacre, GORE [via decapitated head], minor character deaths, manipulation, yandere, size difference, monster fucking, consent, gentle to rough, public, clothed, marking, groping, nipple + clit play, oral [f receiving], cunninglingus, fingering, praise, multi orgasm [f], overstimulation, squirting, petnames [dear, darling, love, good girl], implied multi rounds.
wordcount: 3.0k holy shit, my longest fic yet
note 1: my application for the honeymoon avenue: the beach episode! by @crybabycrisis a.k.a my 1st collab piece in this new blog <3 and special thanks to @karamfilmare for beta reading <3 thank you, moni !
note 2: this is heavily inspired by the games; subnautica, subnautica: below zero, and shadow of colossus !
note 3: ironically despite the cws, the actual smut part is admittedly quite vanilla.
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Today was warm and bright.
The Sun beamed brilliantly as you basked in its heat, breathing in the distinct scent of the air instead of the accustomed whiff of the chilly weather. Several eyes bore into your direction, and those within hearing range spoke in hushed tones to themselves, either completely ignorant of the fact or purposely doing so. 
Call it a hunch or instinct, but you are always most certain you are the subject of their sneaky glances and hush whispers. Especially whenever you are accompanied by the villager's Elders, their gazes harden. As much as they try their best to hide it behind their fake innocent smiles— you knew they were telling gossip about you. 
Rumors of this caliber quickly spread like wildfire around your close-knit community. In every community, there was always a person that spoke behind closed doors, and that person was… her. 
(R/N) disliked you. She openly admitted it to a fellow villager behind your back whenever she thought you weren't listening. Perhaps, she even hated you for being favored by the Elders. Perhaps, she despises how you were exempt from the physical labors because of it. Therefore, she was the perfect person to get information on the ruckus earlier.
So, you wait… 
Spending the rest of the afternoon in your hut, face buried in a book after cleaning the tiny space. The constant ticking of the clock on your wall mildly reminded you of how much time has passed. You remain seated in your lounge, waiting for the surroundings to darken like you've always had – this time to sneak out to gather intel instead of visiting your boyfriend. 
You expertly stepped out of your hut without a sound, heading towards a specific location. The skies were littered with a veil of clouds, making it easier to creep up to your destination: the Leader's hut, where the adults have their meetings at midnight. The bushes gave you plenty of cover to stand near an open window as you listened in to (R/N) carelessly informing the Council about the severe problems caused by the God in the sea.
You knew of the God who resides in the sea. Colossal Emperor, as they call it. You've heard stories from the Elders of its large stature and how it can cause rainstorms every time it resurfaces above the sea. You found the tale intriguing, as terrifying as it might sound to a child and the other village folks. You'd always visit the beach where the said God surfaces, hoping to catch a glimpse when it does. 
You shook your head, trying to focus on the task at hand. "There's only one way to stop these constant rainstorms, and I suggest we bring an offer." She proposed.
"We can't. We have limited cattle and crops." Countered by another.
"How about a human sacrifice?"
"That's inhumane! Everyone has a role in this village—"
"Besides one." Everyone fell silent, and you immediately knew who she was referring to. "She hasn't contributed to this village like the rest of us have. She served this village for no purposes besides entertaining the Elders."
What she said was the truth. Although, advantages were keeping the Elders company, such as being favored by them and being exempted from physical labor. They were not the ones in charge of this village's community. It was the Council and their Leader, Irihata Nobuteru. 
"I agree with bringing an offering for the Colossal Emperor, but," Irihata started, "we mustn't stain our hands with murder." The rest of the Council agreed with the Leader's statement, and there was a slight pause before he broke it. "How about we vote on which approach we should proceed with?"
"Who votes for bringing an offering such as food, cattle, and so? Please raise your hands." Several hands raised their hands, but it was clear that the majority would vote for the next option. "Since the majority didn't raise their hands, is it safe to assume that everybody agreed to offer a living human?" Everyone nodded.
"Let us hope this sacrifice will suffice. We can't afford another rainstorm if this fails." With that, they ended the meeting right there and then.
The following morning came, and two women from the Council were in front of you. It was really quite a sight to behold, watching them squirm and stutter at your front door as they attempt to explain your circumstances that you already knew. The shame and guilt on their faces bring you slight solace for your own sake. You didn't dare interrupt them nor ask for an explanation— you were sure they'd give you pointed and disapproving looks.
The whole village knew you were orphaned, which is why you were close to the Elders, as they were the ones who raised you as their own. Additionally, they knew you didn't have any lover they knew of – making you the perfect sacrifice to offer for the Colossal Emperor.
"… when?" You simply ask, looking down at the ground as you clenched your hands into fists while trembling slightly. A mix of emotions swirled through you: sadness, confusion, frustration, hopelessness, and… rage.
"Tonight, at sunrise." You nodded sadly in understanding before closing the door with a soft thud as you slid down against the door with your hands on your face. You knew it would eventually come to this – it was in a human's nature, after all. To simply discard those who aren't helpful to them. You just didn't know; it would be this quick for them to throw you away.
You spend your morning reflecting on your time here at the village, reliving the memories you shared with the Elders. In the afternoon, you visit them and say your goodbyes after informing them of your fate. These people were the ones who became your parents and family, especially Granny Aoi. You decided to stay there, giving them one last memory before you ultimately disappear from the village and their lives.
Night came faster than you anticipated, and you quickly sneaked out of the Elder's hut when they least expected before walking towards the Leader's hut and knocking on his door. He opened the door, revealing his relatively short yet large build.
"Yes?"
"Just in case, can you promise me that you'll evacuate the Elders and children, taking them as far away as possible?" Your abrupt request seemed to have taken him by surprise. It was unexpected. "This is my only condition."
Irihata reluctantly agreed to your favor, and you left him be for the night. This interaction, however, gave him an unsettling feeling in his gut. It was… as if you knew something that he doesn't, and he can't seem to pinpoint it. Your words stay with him, haunting him until he finally gives in. Irihata woke the Elders and children, telling them to leave the village immediately and to hide in a large cave within the forest until further notice.
Meanwhile, you walked down the beach to visit your boyfriend. This was located underneath a cliff just a few miles away from the village. The Elders have always warned you to avoid that cliff as the Colossal Emperor is said to snatch unsuspecting people there whenever he resurfaces. Yet, he never appears whenever you are there.
But you did meet him there whom you've met purely by chance. It was at night during one of the rainstorms that the said God would cause, and yet, you didn't see a towering monster – what you saw was a man in the water, staring off at the cloudy skies above. You learned that his name was Matsukawa Issei. You're not exactly sure what drew you to him in the first place – he was mysterious and brooding from a distance. Still, with you, he was easy-going and always managed to make you laugh somehow.
A smile forms on your lips as you spot him leaning against the edge of the docks with his lower half submerged in water. "Is it finally the day, my dear?" He asks with a toothy grin when you reach him, and you give a grin of your own in return. 
"Indeed, it is, my love."
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The cold rain breeze made you shiver as you woke up, tied up on a wooden post that was promptly embedded into the ground. The rain trickled heavily, covering your surroundings in a thick mist. Despite this, you can still trace multiple silhouettes in front of you. Besides the crashing waves beneath you and the loud rain pouring, you could still make out a… prayer?
In your stunned state, it sounded almost like a ritual. But before you could recover from your daze – the post you were tied to suddenly spun around, knocking the air out of your lungs as you gasped in horror when you faced the cliff edge. The uneasiness in your stomach grows as you stare at your fate.
Will this be the end? Will this really be how I leave this cruel world by being sacrificed to a God I don't believe in?
A sting of pain on your palm managed to bring you back to reality – a warm liquid dripped down from your hand. You could almost whiff the scent of blood through the overpowering combined smell of the earthy soils of the forest nearby and the briny waters of the sea below.
Then, you and your companions hear the sounds of water splashing on the rocks underneath and accompanied by a low roar. Your heart almost jumped out of your chest as you came face-to-face with the humongous anomaly.
"Oh, Colossal Emperor, please accept this humble offering from us, and in exchange, would you be so kind as to ease these rainstorms?"
The creature brought up a clawed limb, tearing through your bindings, before picking you up in its hand and staring at you. The villagers below rejoiced by God's acceptance of their offering; however, they soon realized that the storm wasn't easing away.
Confusion was written on their faces as they watched the Colossal Emperor open its hand and see you stand on its palm with a triumphant smile. Their confusion slowly turns into fear as it lets out a deep growl when it inspects your wounded hand.
You dared lay a finger on her?
It spoke telepathically in their minds. The voice sounded of a male human with a deep and alluring tone. They could also hear the low rumbling noise from its throat as it raises itself more, showing its proper height to the people.
"We've offered you a sacrifice!" A council refuted.
It clicked its tongue. You hurt her.
"It was necessary!"
Was it? It chuckles darkly. How foolish of you to think I control these storms when I simply emerge when it happens? It paused for a second, letting its words sink in. A shame, really. You all could've lived but
Anyone that touches what's mine is punishable… by death. 
The rain had ceased, and the sunlight shone brightly through the cracks of the clouds in the sky. There you were in your soaked and mud-covered white dress, standing eerily still at the center of bloodied corpses of the adults and former Council members – except one. You crouched down to Irihata's eye level, his blood-covered body trembled as he stared at (R/N) 's decapitated head at the front of his feet.
"Why?" He asked desperately and almost pathetically in a hoarse tone while looking up at you. You saw the immersed feelings of suffering and anguish in his eyes that were practically eating him alive.
You offer him a kind smile, making him almost forget the whole ordeal. "Because you deserved it, leader."
"For you, death is a mercy you aren't entitled to." 
Again, your words echoed in his mind. A forever reminder of his failure to protect his people who were with him as he watched your retreating figure, leaving him there to wallow in his thoughts. You were practically glowing in excitement as you walked back toward your lover at the idea of your new lives together.
He again lowers his palm to the ground, just enough for you to climb onto it. Lifting it up to stare at each other, wordlessly communicating before slowly pushing his torso off the cliff, preparing to take his leave with you. 
"Wait!" Irihata yelled, running to the cliff's edge and hoping to catch up on you before you left. But he was too late, both of you – you and the Colossal Emperor vanished with a massive splash before he could even reach the edge.
You two quickly arrived at your stop, just as hasty as you left. Matsukawa settles you down on a beach shore after roughly dragging you underwater. The wet smooth gritty sand beneath you clang onto your bare feet and in its crevasses, making you cringe at the contact before it was washed away by the tide.
 "We make a pretty good team, don't we?" You turn to face him, mirroring his twisted grin. "I still can't believe it worked." Although still towering over you like a predator, his current form resembles a human-sized scale and height
This, whichever form he took – either his monster form or his humanoid form, was the man you fell madly in love with and would do anything for him— even dirtying your hands with blood.
"You doubted me?" You gasped dramatically and playfully at his reaction, arching a brow in amusement. He shakes his head while chuckling, making you join him promptly afterward.
"No. Of course not, dear." He starts, "I didn't think it would be this easy. It went just as you told me, step-by-step and bit-by-bit."
The early events were all a part of your plan. It started with a misunderstanding about being exempted from physical labor— you weren't, never was, and never will be. However, you planted a seed of doubt in them by letting them think that you are, and they fell right through your trap. The rest you predicted in due time, planting more lies to grow their hatred and pettiness towards you until it ultimately led to their demise.
Your thoughts are interrupted by his excellent hands cupping your face, making you look up and into his dark-colored eyes— only to be taken aback at the rare display of raw emotions: a mixture of adoration and devotion swelling in his eyes. Unable to look away, you watch him glance between you and your lips.
"May I?" You nodded, and his lips captured yours immediately, making you melt into him. The little, breathy sounds you made were driving him to his limit. He so desperately wants you. Teeth grazing slightly on your bottom lip as he sucks on it, fingers twined into your hair and clenching into a fist, tugging on it slightly and earning an airy gasp from you.
When you part with your lips, Matsukawa instantly shoves his tongue down onto you and expertly explores your mouth for the first time. You pull him closer, removing the little distance between you and him. You found yourself snaking your arms around his neck as his tentacles wrapped around your legs, effectively trapping you.
Matsukawa hurriedly untangles his tentacles around you, lifting you up in his arms with your legs securely hooked around his waist before carrying you over to a rock near the shoreline. He gingerly places you on the rather large flat surface. Goosebumps ghost on your skin upon contact with the rock's cool and smooth texture as he grinds his slightly opened cloaca against your clothed sex.
You whimper into the kiss before pulling away and looking up into his eyes with uncertainty and desire as he peers down at you. "You do not need to worry. Just relax, leave everything to me… Let me take care of you." He says, brushing away a stray strand of hair from your face and pressing soft kisses all over it.
He starts rubbing your shoulders and arms just as you like it, making you relax and sensitive at his touch. You feel an unfamiliar writhing appendage slipped inside your dress, tugging at the collar and revealing your breasts to your lover while another pair grabbed your ankles, spreading your legs more to him. At the same time, he continues to hump against you. 
His lips are now on your neck, kissing, licking, sucking, and marking it with love bites. "Mine." Matsukawa said possessively, his lips trailing down as two tentacles groped your now exposed breasts with their suckers, pinching and tugging your nipples.
A gasp ripped from your throat as two more of his tendrils pried your legs apart by your ankles, making your dress hiked up to your hips. Exposing your soaked underwear to your lover's eyes for the first time. Another large one slithered around your waist, keeping you still, while a smaller one pushed your panties to the side.
Instantly, his mouth attaches itself to your dripping cunt, lapping and sucking like a starved man without a care. So pussy drunk on making sure your pussy is fully coated in his saliva. At the same time, he crudely groans, the vibrations shaking you to your core. His only focus is on you, the way you keen and writhe beneath him. Not caring about how obscenely drenched your pussy gets or how roughly you tug on the curly locks of his, practically living for it. "Such a pretty hole… So delectable." Heat rushes throughout your body as he mumbles praise after praise, making you forget your worries and nervousness. And only focus on the newfound pleasure you are experiencing. 
His lips moved to your clit, sucking with his tongue. Flicking and twirling around the sensitive nerve, he plunged two fingers inside your entrance, slowly stretching you out. You were already pulsing around him while you let out unfiltered moans, whimpering as he touched every sensitive spot of your gummy walls. He felt you spasm, warning him of your climax. It only takes a few more thrusts to send you over the edge. 
But he doesn't stop. Matsukawa continues ripping through orgasm and orgasm, again and again from you. It wasn't until you squirt from overstimulation that he pulled away reluctantly with what little resolved left in him. His longing eyes peer down to see your eyes half shut, your mouth open with drool on the corner of your lips.
"Don't fall asleep now. I'm not done with you yet."
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verkja · 2 years
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🍷🍆❌?
Oh my, the asks got spicy overnight, did they? Well, thanks - from this ask game.
CWs for non-explicit mentions of alcohol and sexual content and conditioning, all well within what I think are SFW bounds (but I'm putting the answers under a cut to be extra sure).
🍷 Do you drink and write?
I've written after having a drink or two, but not while actually drunk. I don't like to drink heavily in general, and anyway I'm doubtful I'd produce any writing worth keeping while inebriated.
🍆 Do you write the spicy stuffs?
I haven't published anything very spicy here or on AO3, no. There's one mildly spicy story on here, but it stops at violent making out. I'm not sure I'll ever publish anything truly explicit in this way at all; I don't personally enjoy writing or reading it for its own sake, and most ways it might enhance a story can be accomplished by other means. While I've written some unpublished explicit content, it's all just depressing stuff in a whump context.
❌ What’s a trope you will never write?
There are a lot of tropes I wouldn't write in particular ways, but wouldn't write at all? Hm. Very heavy conditioning, I guess.
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golden-afternoon · 2 months
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𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺! 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦?
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Welcome to my little garden of whatever is rolling around in my brain at the moment! To be quite honest, I've never owned a blog quite like this one before... I've written various things for a long time, but I've never published more spicy things without the safety net of anonymity, but alas, I can contain my brainrot no longer.
If you are to visit my garden here, there are a few things that I should address first and foremost.
1. You must be 18+ to spend time here. If you do not have your age in your bio or pinned post, I will be removing you on sight. No exceptions.
2. This blog will have nsfw content as well as the fluffy stuff. Darker themes will also be present in my writing but I will do my best to tag things when necessary.
3. I am an anxious little thing and I may come and go in bursts of creativity, so please if there ever are asks or requests and they take a while, I assure you it's not you, it's definitely me.
4. Most of my works will be specific to an AFAB! Reader, simply because it's my area of expertise. I may occasionally write for GN! or AMAB! Readers, but no matter what it will be designated in the warnings.
And if you want to know a little about me...
You may call me Sunny! It's a pleasure to meet you ♡
I am 26, and I use she/her pronouns.
I am very happily in a relationship. Please do not flirt with me ^^'
My current fixations are Genshin Impact, What in Hell is Bad?, Twisted Wonderland, and Degrees of Lewdity. Prepare yourselves for the brainrot.
Thank you again for visiting my humble garden here! Feel free to stay as long as you'd like! There will be a directory below the cut to give you a bit of a map around here.
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𖤓 masterlist 𖤓 - ...would be here, but there's nothing to see just yet!
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#sunny rambles - just me chattering away about everything and nothing
#sunny originals - original written works by yours truly
#sunny brainrots - thirsts and barely cohesive drabbles i need to get out there or i'll die
#sunny's babies - things pertaining to my ocs (I know that that's not everyone's cup of tea so I'm not offended if you block this tag!)
#sunny's beloveds - oh look, sunny is simping over her favorites again
#letters in the garden - responses to asks/conversational reblogs
#garden bookcase - lovely writings from others
#honored tea party guests - my friends!!! hi!!!
#a little bit of sugar - the fluffy stuff
#a little bit of spice - the horny stuff
taken anons - 🍷
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seraphimsweetness · 5 months
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˚₊‧꒰ა Introduction ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
(I've never done his b4 so please excuse us, we're still learning how to use this site lol)
・┆✦About the admin(s)✦ ┆・
Hello there! We're Seraphimsweetness…
🌹-- Seraph or Romeo ¦ bodily 19 ¦ they/he/it pronouns
🕯️-- TransmascNB queer T4T
🥩-- We are a system -- be aware that we fluctuate between using we/us and I/me
☁️-- AuDHD & Bipolar… (I mention this bc they effect how we think/interact)
🫀-- We are (happily) taken
🦢-- our primary blog is @creepst-ar (not much there but that's who will follow you lol)
・┆✦About the blog✦ ┆・
🩸-- This blog is meant to be a safe place for me to let those certain thoughts out…
🕊️-- This is an N$FW blog however I'm sure I'll probably stir some SFW posts in here and there
🍷-- Posts will range from silly h0rnyposting about fictional characters to spicy talk about my partner to traumadumping / venting sexual frustrations
🪽-- I aim to be sex-positive but keep in mind that we are hypersexual and have sexual trauma and some posts will be about that…
🥀-- We are Queer and T4T and most (if not all) of our posts will reflect that… Cis/Het people are not excluded from interacting or reposting as long as you are not queerphobic and are respectful when a post is very specifically about our experience as a Queer/Trans person
🐇-- We will do our best to tag posts appropriately, please let us know if we need to add more tags
・┆✦Tags✦ ┆・
🌹-- Some sysmates might choose to sign off on posts in the tags (ex. #-Terzo #-🌙)
🕯️-- #Spicy/N$FW - self explanatory, it's Not Safe For Work
🥩-- #Mild - suggestive content but not entirely N$FW
☁️-- #Safe/SFW- again, self explanatory, Safe for Work
Trauma/Traumadump/etc - Talk about trauma, will probably be accompanied by warnings…
🫀-- #Cw/Tw: (topic) - content warning / trigger warning for a topic in that post
🦢-- #Asks - obviously, just a tag for any asks
・┆✦Asks✦ ┆・
🩸-- Asks are open, all things go except for bigotry, hate speech, illegal content, etc…
🕊️-- Anon asks are off to prevent anonymous harassment…
🍷-- If you want an ask to remain private, PM us and we will try our best to reply as soon as we can
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sahesha · 3 years
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the royal assembly
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Honestly, I don't know the terms of fanfiction on Tumblr, so I'll just call it scenario, lmao :)
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Doflamingo x Female Reader
word count: 722
warnings: NSFW, size kink, blow job, face fuck, sex in a public place
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🍷 Doflamingo approaches you and stands up so close that your face is right in front of his crotch. He likes the fact that you're almost half his height, and he often uses it for your mutual pleasure. You don't mind at all, although sometimes you're confused by his audacious and contented smirk, which he gives you from above. But when he skips the strands of your hair through his elegant fingers and calls you "my little queen," you lose your mind.
🍷 He keeps telling you such hot things, praises you with spicy words, and purrs by his chest velvet voice. All of what he does caress your tiny, pretty ears, which look like graceful pink seashells, and self-esteem. Doflamingo rewards you for being able to win his heart, and that means too much. If the king is not generous, can he then call himself king? But he does it only when you're alone together because a rare human being deserves his openness. And you're the only one of your kind, his priceless treasure, and his eternal curse.
🍷 Doflamingo holds your hair, presses you to his groin, and rubs against your face with aroused dick through the thin fabric of the pants. His movements are fast and rough. The growl comes from the depths of his chest, and all of this inflames your desire more and more. Your face blushes with such a treatment, hot blood rushes to your cheeks, and they look like two coral-red petals with a light, innocent fuzz. For a few seconds, he breaks away from you and looks into your eyes, stroking your cheekbones with his warm thumbs. He likes the way you flush after this wild friction.
🍷 You open your slightly swollen lips and bite his weird belt with your little teeth. You pull it by the laces, then untie with trembling fingers, and the belt slowly falls off his beautifully delineated pelvic bones on the floor. All this time, Doflamingo looks attentively at how you do it and strokes your hair softly, saying what a good little girl you are. Then you unbutton his fly with your teeth, and his giant member sticks in your face: he doesn't wear underwear. You lick a hot throbbing vein on it, taste the soft skin, then caress its wet crimson head with your lips and tongue. He growls with pleasure and pushes his cock into your open mouth, making you accept his impressive size. It quickly penetrates your narrow throat while he holds you with both hands behind your head. The man fucks your face fast, slowly, going from one speed to another so suddenly that you almost choke on him.
🍷 Unfortunately, this piquant fun lasts a short time, because soon you both have to go to a meeting with royals from other countries. But this fact doesn't make it any worse. On the contrary, the element of transience and prohibition gave spice to this little game. You are in a niche behind one of the marble columns supporting the delicate vault of the giant hall. All the kings and queens went to the small tea party, after which they will come again to this hall. The round oak table with a malachite countertop in the center looks lonely without their noisy discussions, craving eyes, and rich clothes. Doflamingo pours his hot sperm with a soft growl into your mouth, his sculptural body trembles slightly, supple muscles of his open chest and his abs tense. You swallow his semen to the last drop, so you don't ruin your decent look. Then you straighten your tousled hair and your pearl necklace, the long thread of which encircles your thin, graceful neck several times.
🍷 "My little queen," he repeats, stroking your rosy face with his palm. "Now you and I are going to make these idiots pay for their stupidity. I want to launch a couple of wars. What do you think of this idea?"
🍷 "I like that," you reply with a little satisfied smile. "That queen with tiny fish eyes called me too short for such an impressive man like you. Why don't we burn her palace to the ground?"
🍷 "Then let's start from her kingdom," Doflamingo smiles predatory, leaning over at you and softly kissing your forehead. "I don't like her either. She dared to insult my precious queen."
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rivashi · 2 years
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