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straykeedz · 3 months

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can i request a han jisung smut where he's submissive pls? it's okay if not and if u aren't taking requests anymore , i totally understand 💞💞 tysm !!

🎀 tw: softdom!afab!reader ; sub!jisung ; female anatomy ; nipple play ; dry humping ;

🎀 wc: around 1,6k ;

a huuuuuuuge thank you to @jilixthinker for her feedback on this and for encouraging me to post it 🤧🩷 #cheanzia

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Jisung’s head is buried in your chest as he kisses every inch of skin his lips are able to reach.

He does it effortlessly, as if his life depended on it, as if he had no other purpose. Desperate and impatient for you, as if you were his only cure and he’d die without you. Some days, he believes it’s true, that his existence won’t make no sense if you’re not there by his side. Silly thoughts, his, because you’re not going anywhere. You love him so dearly, so deeply - how could you ever leave him?

His hand rests on your hip, brushing the skin as he toys with the hem of your panties. You’d think he does it to tease you - it helps him to calm himself down, on the contrary, as he gets lost in the feeling of your warm breasts, of your essence that’s making his head spin. It’s incredible, the effect you have on him - he’s addicted to it.

Your fingers are entangled in his dark hair as he worships you, making cute little sounds as he presses his face in your body.

He had a bad day today. Work was shit, apparently, and he wanted nothing more than to lie in your arms, pressed on your body, kissing the valley of your breasts with such reverence as small huffs escape his nostrils when you tug at his hair.

“Did my baby have a bad day today?” You murmur in his hair, kissing his forehead and he lets out a whiny noise that makes wetness pool in your panties. Your baby boy, you’d do anything for him. He nods weakly, eyes still closed as he squishes his face between your breasts. If he’s not breathing, he doesn’t care - he’ll die a happy death. “Do mommy’s tits make you feel better, my baby?”

Jisung is red in the face, and squeezes his legs to find some sort of relief from the friction. He whines pathetically when you remove your hand from his hair only to sneak it behind your back and unclasp your bra quickly. His fidgety hands would take too long, and you know he’s impatient and too far gone already. He reluctantly pulls away from your body, but at the sight of your naked breasts in front of his face he can’t bring himself to be upset at you.

He licks his lips, ready to latch his mouth on your nipple, but you stop him.

“Ah, I need words,” you place two fingers under his chin and lift his head. His pupils are completely blown and he looks so deliciously vulnerable and soft, “tell me how much you want mommy’s tits in your mouth.”

His chest rises and falls quicker now. His underwear is stained with pre-cum, a wet patch is clearly visible in the front, darkening the soft material. He nods - quickly, desperately. “I need them, need mommy’s tits to make me feel better.”

He licks his lips. If he tries hard enough, he can almost taste you in his mouth - but it’d be useless because his imagination could never compete with the way you actually taste, the reality is so much better.

“Good boy,” you praise him, rewarding his diligence with a forehead kiss, giving him permission to use you as his personal stress relief.

A faint hmph is the noise he makes as soon as he wraps his lips around your nipple. At the same time, his arm circles your waist to pull you closer, and his cock comes to rest perfectly between your legs, hard and throbbing sitting precisely on your clit. It’d be so easy to grind on him and get yourself off from humping him, but you don’t move - he’s gonna do it for you.

Jisung’s tongue swirls around your nipple, and then he sucks, and then he licks. Soft, whiny sounds fall from his lips as he releases his frustration buried in your chest. The best way to relax, definitely his favorite - when you peg him is a close second, though, don’t get him wrong.

“You’re so good to mommy, my baby,” you whisper to him, entangling your fingers in his hair once again, “you don’t want to help mommy out, too, though?”

He nods with your nipple still in his mouth, wet and swollen. He pulls away only to breathe out a faint “yes, wanna be mommy’s good boy,” before wrapping his lips around your other bud.

You smile at how fucked out he sounds already, your sweet baby. You know that in this state, you could ask him to do anything to you and he’d easily oblige without complaining. He never complains.

“Grind on mommy’s pussy, baby,” you mumble, “make mommy cum from your pretty little cock.”

He loves you so fucking much.

He grinds on you slowly the first time, letting the outline of his length part your clothed folds, his tip bumping on your clit. You both hiss - he holds you tighter. He presses harder the second time, but the pace is still slow, up and down your folds, as he savours the feeling of your wetness staining both your and his underwear.

Speaking of which…

He feels one of your hands toying with the hem of his oversized t-shirts, and his breath hitches when you lift it over the curve of his ass and tiny waist. His face is red, even the tips of his ears are by now. He feels so exposed, but he loves it and he knows you do too.

Jisung’s cute little ass looks so pretty in the baby blue lacy panties he’s wearing. You smirk at the thought that he’d left for work wearing these under his skinny jeans this morning. The thought turns you on even more. His hips jerk against yours when he feels your hand on his asscheek, then on the lacy hem of his panties. His. They’re not yours, they’re his - he wears them only when he’s feeling particularly needy.

“My baby made himself pretty for mommy?” Your voice drops an octave, sultry as you palm the soft flesh of his ass, lifting your head to get a better look. It’s not exactly a thong, because the panties are kind of open in the back - slutty. You bite your lip.

Jisung nods. His legs shake as he continues to drag his barely clothed cock up and down your folds. The panties are even prettier on the front - see through and soaked wet right now. You’ll take a closer look in a couple of minutes, after he makes you cum.

“You’re doing so well, baby… feels so good,” you praise him, and he whimpers when you land a soft slap on his ass, “you’re gonna make mommy cum soon,” you bite your lip at the feeling of Jisung’s cockhead brushing your clit.

Jisung loves being praised by you, he really does - the problem is, he gets too impatient and his movements become too frantic too soon. Before you know it, he’s rutting against your hips at a quick pace, stimulating your clit and himself at the same time, bringing you closer to the edge sooner than you intended to.

“M-Mommy,” he whines, letting go of your nipple, burying his face in the valley of your breasts as he pants heavily and continues to dry hump you, “mommy tell me- tell me I’m a good boy. Please, mommy,” he chokes, squeezing his eyes shut as he feels his cock throb inside his panties - the lacy material stimulating his cockhead deliciously.

You smirk. Even though it is not how this was supposed to go, you decide to let it slide for tonight. It’s obvious he needs this, needs you.

“You’re so good to mommy, my baby,” you squeeze his asscheek, “you’re mommy’s good boy, aren’t you?”

“I- I am,” he sobs in your chest, “mommy’s good boy, yeah. I’m mommy’s good boy.”

With a chocked sob, he cums. It was pretty inevitable, and you’re not mad, because you find your release mere seconds later, for he doesn’t stop moving against your body. Your orgasm washes all over your body intensely, as it always does when you’re stimulated over the clothes, and you can feel both your and Jisung’s release on your skin.

You leave a few more kisses on the top of his head, but you don’t really give him the time to fully recover from his orgasm - before he knows it, you’re sitting on the bed, unwrapping his arms from around your figure. He’s too fucked out to react, though, so he lies there, on the mattress, panting heavily.

You have other plans.

By softly pushing him on his back, you’re now able to see him fully. The panties are ruined - Jisung’s cum is all over them. He made a mess, but you can’t help but stare at him in awe. His cock sits there, inside the thin lacy material, the tip of an angry shade of pink, looking swollen. And his panties are most definitely too tight for him, because his balls don’t fit inside the soft material - too round and heavy, still pretty much full. They won’t be anymore after tonight, you’ll make sure of that. The panties are open in the back, which means you can clearly see his pretty hole from here. Oh, how you want him. You can’t wait.

Jisung opens his eyes as soon as he feels your hot tongue on his tummy, licking his orgasm off his skin. He kicks his head back in the pillow and bites his lip when you wrap your mouth around his tip. Even though he’s too sensitive for that right now, he still whines at the loss of contact when you pull away.

“Ah, don’t worry. Mommy’s gonna take care of her babyboy tonight. You’re in for a long night, my baby.”

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i’m super sorry for the loooong wait anon, hope you like this 🥹

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running2reanimation · 3 months

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Trim

Sometimes, in order to thrive, you need to trim the dead parts.

He stared at his reflection; he was definitely looking better than he did a month ago. He wasn’t as gaunt, his facial hair was shaved and his eyes no longer had such heavy bags under them.

But there was still one thing that stood out. His hair. It was long and wild, and that was after both his and Purple’s attempts to brush it out.

“It needs to be cut,” A simple statement. It filled him with dread.

He hadn’t cut his hair since before… the accident. It was something that Gold had seen and touched and letting even this little piece of himself that Gold loved felt… like too much.

But, like most of the changes King had gone through without Gold, the boy would not have liked this part of him either. It was a mess. He was a mess. Still. Forever.

Besides, he couldn’t cut it himself and asking Purple to help him with yet another bit of cleaning up the mess he was turned his stomach. That meant making an appointment with Crystal, his hairdresser.

He didn’t want to talk to Crystal. He didn’t want to sit and have her chatter at him about metaphysics and chakras and what rocks are helpful with grief.

But at least she wouldn’t ask questions. She would already know. Not the full extent, of course, but enough.

He grabbed his phone off the sink, opened his contacts and hit call before he could think himself out of it. It rang one, twice, three times before she picked up, “Hello King.”

“Hello, Crystal,” They both sounded so stiff and businesslike, as though they’d never been friends. As though that were another life, “I’d like to make an appointment for a haircut.”

“Sure thing. I actually just had a cancellation this morning, if you’re available now,” They both knew he was.

“Sure, I’ll be right along,” He wasn’t sure if he wasn’t going to convince himself out of it on the short walk there, let alone if he had to wait several days, so sooner was better than later.

He pulled on his jacket, slipped on his shoes and strode out the door, trying to walk with purpose. At least the crunch of the dirt road underfoot sounded nice and the morning sun was pleasantly warm on his face, despite the slight chill still in the air.

The old farmhouse where Crystal lived and worked looked the same as ever, though maybe it had the windows redone.

He rang the bell and she opened the door immediately, clearly having been waiting just beyond it, “Come on in, the chair’s ready.”

She guided him to her little salon and he took a seat in the chair, “Cut off the mess, but try to save as much as you can.”

“You got it,” Crystal nodded, touching his hair and inspecting it before soaking it and giving it a good rinse.

Normally there would be conversation, but Crystal didn’t initiate and King didn’t feel like talking.

“You know, this isn’t as bad as it looks,” Crystal finally said, scissors in hand, “I mean, it’s still bad, don’t get me wrong, and don’t let it get this bad again, but it’s not unsalvageable. I’m not gonna have to shave you bald, which is good because I don’t think you could pull that look off.”

“Hmph, rude,” King teased, feeling a bit like his old self.

She laughed and returned to silence once more, focused on getting his hair under control.

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“Aaand… done! What do you think?” She asked, turning King to face his reflection. He peered at the shoulder-length hair that nicely curled at the ends, just long enough to pull back into a ponytail. He looked like himself. Finally. Again.

#alan becker #animation vs minecraft #animator vs animation #ava #avm #avm king mango #avm king orange #avm king #avm mt #avm mango #avm oc #king #crystal

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fentibeauty · 1 year

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━ 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭.

summary- you walk in your dorm with a serious limp after dance practice. your roommate and girlfriend notices and offers to help by stretching you out.

a/n- this randomly popped up in my head while i was listening to brent and i had to write it down before i forgot it lol. otw to my cruise so this may be the last fic i write until next month lord

warnings- mentions of sexual activity , profanity, shuri being an amazing girlfriend. shuri also being a little sneaky thang.

tags— @melodykisses @shuris-whore @saturnville @haechvn @ppawmpkin @cherios @vargskelegore @angeliquebones @szalipcombo @shurireigns @rxcently (comment if you wanna be in tag list)

*. * · ݈ hbcu! shuri ✗ black!reader *. * ·

you unlocked the door and slowly limped into your dorm. your girlfriend shuri was laying on her head reading a book she has to write a report on.

with small groans you made it to your bed with a loud “hmph.” shuri put her book down, “are you okay, my love?” there was a tone of humor in her question.

“everything hurts.” you mumble. even though what you said was a bit incoherent, shuri was able to hear you. “why does everything hurt? you’re a pro at dancing. you do everything with no effort.” she asked as she got up from bed and sat on yours.

shuri started to rub your legs, “do you need help?” she asked quietly. “how are you going to help me, ri?” shuri got on her knees and positioned herself in front of you.

“let me stretch you out.”

you won’t lie, when those words left shuri’s mouth your mind took a left and thought of other thinks you knew she wasn’t referring to at the moment. shuri soon caught on and held a sly smirk before laughing. “not in that way, you nasty girl.”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you smiled. shuri let out an amused scoff and looked down at your legs.

“okay, let’s see what we’re working with here, shall we?”

shuri was now between your legs, started off by using the pit of her hands to massage your thighs. you let out a noise of discomfort but also relief. shuri looked down at you, the face you had on your face reminded her of previous events.

“this position is fairly familiar, no?” shuri teased as she continued with what she was doing.

“but i was the one with my mind in the gutter.” you commented. shuri let out a smile laugh.

she rubbed over this one particular spot that was the most tender causing, what sounded like a moan leave your lips. you realized it was a bit too much for shuri when she paused her movements.

“oh, i’m sorry. it slipped out.” you let her know, shuri looked into your eyes before continuing, it seemed as though she was fighting something within her. “no need to apologize, love.”

shuri then grabbed the pit of your knees and spreaded your legs apart. you winced and hissed in pain, “it feels like you’re hurting me on purpose.” you whined.

“never love, you’re just very tense i can feel it in your muscles.”

shuri got closer, and made herself taller. she looked down at your crouch before looking back at you with a smirk. “shuri! be focused.”

“so very sorry, i can’t help it. she’s looking right at me. she wanted to say hello.” she tried to reason. “oh please, it seemed like you want to say hello.” you looked up at her with your legs still in the air; in her hands.

“i do want to say hello.” she leaned down and became face to face with your pussy, “hello, good to see you again.” she joked as she left a kiss on the top of it making you squirm just a bit.

“will you stop??!” your cheeks heated up, even with your chocolate skin, shuri could still tell you were blushing. “distracted aren’t i. that’s just what you do to me.”

shuri watched you once more, “god i love your thighs baby.” she complimented. you were indeed a very thick girl, you grew up with your greens and cornbread. it was bound to happen!

as you walked around campus with shuri, people wondered how shuri could handle someone like you. the girls you danced with swore you would break shuri as easy as a twig but they were wrong.

most nights after sex, you would be the one limping and needing to be rejuvenated. shuri on the other hand would be just fine.

shuri is definitely stronger than most people think but that’s not any of their business, they can think what they want to think.

anyway.

shuri bent your legs back as much as you allowed it. your legs very much did go to your head and boy was shuri amazed. “jesus, you are so damn flexible.” she gazed at how she had you folded like a pretzel.

shuri couldn’t help it, she couldn’t.

she brought her front and pressed it against yours. “oops.” her tone with two octaves deeper. you knew shuri wouldn’t be able to control herself.

“s-shuri.” you said in a warning tone, yes you were sore but you’ll never decline any sexy time with your lover. “sh, sh. let’s continue.” she went on like nothing happened.

she put one of your legs down and focused on one leg. she straightened it and bent it back. another moan left your mouth, this time it was far more clearer to shuri’s ears. she tucked her bottom lip and stared directly into your eyes.

“okay yeah, maybe we should stop before i make you sorer than what you are now.” she was deadass.

shuri was dead fucking ass.

#hbcu!shuri x black!reader #shuri udaku #shuri x black!reader #shuri x woc!reader #princess shuri #letitia wright x black!reader

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otomefiend · 11 months

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Alfons Sylvatica

Collection Event: Absolutely Obedient Maid

I took some liberties in a few tricky places. I just think Al is a shameless tease and will usually lean towards such interpretation. He is definitely pushing the boundaries (or rather stepping over them) in this one, so enter only if you're up for it. Highly suggestive content ahead.

Alfons: "I'm surprised you've never tried this type of situational play..."

Alfons: "What kind of sheltered life have you led before?"

Alfons: "Ah, it's so thrilling to think I can corrupt you."

Kate: "This was not part of the deal... I'll sue you for fraud..."

Unaccustomed to wearing a maid's uniform, I felt my cheeks turn red and glared at Alfons.

Alfons: "Aha! Who are you going to appeal to? It's just a punishment game."

Liam and Alfons invited me to play cards in the common room, and my luck ran out the moment I haphazardly decided to join them.

I was utterly defeated, whilst Alfons was the winner.

As a punishment, I was ordered to be an "exclusive maid for a day."

Alfons: "... now, if you don't mind, please sit here. You're my maid after all, yes?"

Alfons: "You must absolutely obey your master's orders. If not..."

Alfons: "You never know what kind of punishment you might receive?"

(Ugh...)

The thought of sitting with my back turned towards him made me strangely nervous.

Kate: "Hmm, normally the master sits on a chair, and the maid stands beside him, right?"

Alfons: "I'm a kind master who lets his maid sit down."

(It's impossible to have one over Alfons with words...)

Kate: "Hmph...just don't do anything weird."

Alfons: "You're a troublesome maid, giving orders to your master."

Kate: "It's not an order, it's a request..."

I gave him a pointed look before sitting down on the chair.

Sensing his presence right behind me made me restless.

Alfons: "People love to role-play, don't they?"

Alfons: "Do you know the purpose behind it?"

Kate: "Purpose...?"

Alfons: "It's about being liberated. Forgetting your "true" self, leaving shame and common sense behind."

Alfons: "Focusing only on what makes you feel good."

He came around to face me, then rested provocatively against his desk and reached out his hand to me.

Alfons: "Please, take it off. Oh, and don't use your hands, use your mouth."

Kate: "...."

Feeling my face heat up, I bit the black leather glove that was wrapped around his fingertips.

(I decided to play along, I did lose that game after all)

(Besides, it's better than some more objectionable forms of punishment)

Though, why on earth did my chest begin to throb at the sight of his hand that gradually became more and more exposed---?

Alfons: "Heh, what did you imagine being done with this hand to make you look so indecent? What a shameless maid."

Kate: "..... there's nothing shameless on my mind."

Alfons: "Is that so? You're disqualified from being my exclusive maid if you can't even imagine anything indecent."

Kate: "Eh...?"

Alfons: "I have to train you so that when you take off the gloves like this, you won't be able to stop your lewd imagination."

(Are you going to show me an illusion and do something strange again?)

He was able to distort a person's perception simply by touching the nape of their neck with his bare hand.

I couldn't help but brace myself, thinking that his hand would reach my neck ---.

Kate: "Eh........hmm!?"

Unexpectedly, his fingertips were gently pressed against my lips.

When my mouth parted in surprise, I could feel them slip inside it.

(Wh ...... What are you doing ...... )

Alfons: "Heh, what a lovely face."

For some reason, his fingers were slightly sweet, like candy.

Kate: "Nn....., ah....?"

I couldn't control my voice when he started playing with my tongue.

Alfons: "Does it feel good? Haha, you're a talented maid."

He rubbed the sensitive parts of the tongue, then tickled the mucous membrane of the upper jaw,

Thick, watery sound stirred up unexpected images.

Alfons: "Here, please lick it properly yourself."

Alfons: "Isn't it just me doing all the work so far?"

Alfons: "It won't be over until you're willing to get yourself into a dirty tangle with me."

(....what are you like!)

It briefly crossed my mind that if I bit him hard enough, he would pull his fingers out of my mouth,

I could only imagine a future where such a mistake would be used as an excuse to toy with me even more.

Kate: "N......., n........!"

Alfons: "Heh.... yes, you're very good at it."

As I entwined my tongue around his fingers, a sweet whisper came out... I closed my eyes, trying to forget my embarrassment.

(Why am I doing this....?)

Kate: "Hah........, fuh......"

(...now I'm Alfons' maid......)

(Because if I disobey, I will be elaborately punished...)

(Ah......, my head is getting fuzzy. My tongue is.......hot. I feel like I'm going to melt.)

From time to time, his fingers were mischievously drawn in and out, causing my head to go numb.

(When will we be even? Is this not good enough? Is there a different way to do it?)

Growing impatient, I slightly opened my eyes ---

Alfons: "Well done. What a good girl."

My head was stroked with the palm of his glove-wrapped hand as if it were a reward.

(Oh, thank goodness. I managed in the end)

(......!?)

The moment I thought that in my dazed state--I suddenly came to my senses.

(What, "thank goodness"......?)

It was as if I had truly become an obedient maid. I felt my cheeks heat up.

Alfons: "Did you imagine something obscene again?"

He smiled pleasantly and noisily withdrew his fingers from my saliva-wet lips.

Alfons: "It was a rather clumsy service, but a good one for you."

Embarrassment and frustration welled up inside me at being played with and made to imagine all those things, just as he wanted it.

(I won't accept being toyed with like this)

Kate: "... truly loving each other would surely result in an even greater service."

Kate: "This should be enough for the 'play', don't you think?"

Alfons: "....my my."

Alfons: "You can say such provocative things with that pure mouth of yours."

Kate: "Ah......!?"

He rested his knee on the chair, splitting my legs apart.

I pressed my hand against the backrest, feeling trapped with nowhere to run.

Alfons: "I envy those who'd get to enjoy what you call 'an even greater service'."

Kate: "....you don't really think so, do you?"

Alfons: "No, no, I'm serious."

Alfons: "Alas... for me, 'true love' is a bit of a burden to be asked of myself or demand from someone else."

Alfons: "I'll just have to put up with the 'play' quality of service."

He gave me a faint smile and gently stroked my cheek with the back of his hand.

Alfons: "Well, a maid who served you well deserves a reward."

Alfons: "Shall the kind master treat you to a delicious drink?"

Kate: "....is this punishment game still going on?"

Alfons: "Of course, it's an 'exclusive maid for one day' kind of deal."

Alfons: "Since we have this rare opportunity, let's make it even more fun, shall we? My pitiful and cute, exclusive maid."

#ikemen villains #ikevil #alfons sylvatica #ikevil alfons #collection event #fan translation

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arthurtaylorlester · 6 months

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RETURN OF THE KING: MALEVOLENT LIVEBLOG EPISODE 37 THE FARM

spoilers (you already know)

back at it with some humming!

JOHN MY BELOVED !!!! youre so bitchy i love him

HES SO PETTY HELP

harpers hill mention omg (harpers hill hijinks coming soon)

“MY BOOK HMPH 😤” girl 😭😭

“i didnt realise” yes because you cant see and john is like really really dumb

it kills me that john is bitching about oscar not finding anything but like what information have you contributed in the last 3 episodes

ive missed bullying john

malevolent is a comedy and i will stand by that

mmm rain sounds

HYPNOS GREEK GOD MENTION ‼️

“can you imagine hahah” yes i can it was the best arc of the show send tweet

well you havent seen his face

whys john being so quiet all of a sudden?

OH WHAT THEFUCK I SAW RHIS COMING

“i suppose ill just watch again” SOMEONE IS A JEALOUS GIRL

arthur ignoring john….. the girls are going to DIVORCE

“not you sorry ^_^” and then he goes back to ignoring john?? girl

oh wait that was very sweet

WHAT THE FUCK I JUST TOOK ABDHDNFN

sorry arthur speaking to john like that just destroyed me

I TRUST YOU AND YOUR MY FRIEND??? IM NOT TRYING TO IGNORE YOU?? THEYRE COMMUNICATING A

“its not because i dont care 💛” “…yes?” oscar this isnt about you

poor guy though he must be so confused

arthurs tone changes so much when he speaks to john

someone get john a pair of glasses either that or he was too busy daydreaming to see the turnoff

oh of course john would want to split off because he hasnt ever seen a horror movie arthur if you die then it’s your fault for not showing him the movie 🙄

“we might have to sleep in the car” okayyyy

oh so now john wants to give him info because he deserves to know

aaaand now he doesnt want to tell him. we love a hypocritical king !!!

return of the canadian sourry

you dont need to sound so smug that he looks hurt john 😭😭

okay oscar love the existential crisis while reading very relatable

is he gonna say arthur is his purpose

oh for fucks sake

NOT THE SOFT “oscar”

ok oscar is def into arthur and arthur saying “i don’t believe in god” is like rejection. this is how unrequited blindfaith can still win.

also god believes in you? well john and kayne sure seem to believe in him for what its worth

oscar nooo dont devote yourself to arthur that never ends well

john i dont care about oscar either but you have got to stop laying it on so think jfc

john the undefeated more like john the opportunist

“woAH” same john same

oooh so john can see auras now basically?

what monster are we gonna find in the barn 👀

oh that sounds fun actually though /j

AWW I KNEW HE WAS GONNA ASK IF HE WAS OK

ok i love how prominent the dreamlands are this episode i was just thinking about how good it was

john just wants his alone time with arthur because he cant answer his questions

“i need another set of eyes” thats like the one thing john can do it must be kinda sad to like, not be able to fully do the one thing you used to be great at

“ *gasp* a forgotten one :0” john dont act like you know what that means

hey is john a forgotten one then. is he. is he though.

can everyone except arthur feel the weirdness of places

NOT THE MUSIC BOX MUSIC IN THE BACKGROUND HARLAN WHEN ARE YOU GIVING US AN OST PLEASE IM BEGGIN YOU

ITS MIDNIGHT DONT GO IN THE FUCKING BASEMENT ITS RAINING YOURE BEING CHASED BY AN EDLRITCH THING

john its ok if you didnt see it you dont need to justify yourself ❤️‍🩹

john sounds almost scared to go in the basement lol

the stairs are gonna give out at a later date im calling it

what could possibly happen in the last 15 minutes

a door ajar omg is that a wtnv reference

did arthur almost die by getting crushed by a bunch of furniture

oh a barricade i know what this is about

oh happy halloween btw guys

OSCAR JUMPSCARE

my honest reaction too john

what… what did you just sink into….

oh hole in roof, cool

arthur pay attention oscar hes gonna set hjmself on fire on accident

the jarthur was too busy analysing the painting to pay attention to oscar

OH GODDAMIT ARTHRJ WHAT THE FUCK JOHN WHAT THE DAGGER? THE ONE HE SLIT HIS THROAT WITH

oh he wants to cut it off ok

jfc 7 minutes oh no

I CALLED THE STAIRS CAVING IN

GUYS HE WAS READING THE BOOK OFC HE KNOWS

question: how strong is arthur physically

“A TOWEL!” “A TOWEL?” as i said a comedy

WE GOT A “WELL DONE ORTHUR” LETS GO

you know its weird that i can handle this fine but couldnt deal with the michael torture in the woe.begone finale

NO ARTHUR ITS NOT OK

HES ISNT GOING TO MAKE IT

oh ok hes fine sort of ok

the music goes so hard again

that arthur was so scared

ok the arms alive run

or get john to arm wrestle it idk

“what thE fUCK WHAT THE FUCK” my daily vocabulary

and oscar was right :)

RUN YOU IDIOTS

arthur you could at least carry him instead of dragging him that poor poor man

i find it amusing that this mostly happened because of jarthur studying a painting and ignoring the man currently in possession of their braincells

indeed what do we do now

and thats a wrap! oh boy what an episode i have THOUGTHTS (oscar is not surviving this)

i know like maybe 2 people read this type of posts but i enjoy making and reading them back. so if youd like me to keep going with these i will :)

#malevolent #malevolent podcast #unhinged aromantics #arthur lester #john doe #john malevolent #arthur malevolent #malevolent john #malevolent arthur #oscar malevolent #malevolent oscar #malevolent spoilers #mr scratch #malevolent part 37

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geewintg · 6 months

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Hydro archon, hydro archon, don't cry

Fandom: Genshin impact Characters: Neuvillette, furina Theme: Angst, relief, 4.2 spoilers

Hydro archon, hydro archon, don’t cry

There was a children’s story in Fontaine that when it starts to rain, the hydro dragon is weeping. Therefore, people would say, “hydro dragon, hydro dragon, don’t cry!” Yet none consoles their dear archon that sheds a tear.

Perhaps it was fate that her suffering was her own, despite her sacrifice, she bleeds where she bore the weight of sins not her own, of lives she is not held accountable… but partly, she knows she is. All according to plan by her divine self. Thus, she feels half as responsible for people’s suffering.

But what o’ can a little mortal do? Powerless against divinity and fate having only but a mere human case?

And so she weeps, and she weeps, until tears roll to rivers. Her sorrows and madness trapped chasing each other’s tails in an empty room echoing around her.

Who is she now if she is not the hydro archon?

Who is she now if she no longer has a role to play?

Who is she now if she no longer needed?

Please tell me… who am I?

A mask that sews itself to her face, if unsewn, would leave its mark of holes that will never be undone having to bury its needles and threads for centuries on the skin. The mask—the role has become her, and she is it. It gave her purpose—to be as fit and perfect the mask sits on her face, but at the same, hide every flaw of her underneath it.

No holes, no cracks, no breaks.

A lone tear rippled the girl on the water. A distorted image of her reflection, a visage of superficial anatomy yet she thinks it fits her all the same.

“Is that the hydro archon?” A child voice gushed. She flinched, instantly pulling the mask on seamlessly like she had honed for centuries. No holes, no cracks, no breaks— no. It wasn’t like she was any other else. She is Focalor, the hydro archon.

Pfft, who else could she have been?

“Wait, Hydro Archon, are you crying?”

She burst out to haughty laughter. “Crying? Me, crying?” She cried out ridiculously, a hand over her stomach. “What a wild imagination! Oh I even shed a tear! No mundane things can ever make an archon worry. Hmph, what such a bold allegation, child! You should know that it’s a crime to assume things about an archon! Are you ready to face the consequences in court?”

“Uhm…” The child tilted his head in confusion. “What’s making you sad, hydro archon?”

Furina made an offended face. “As I’ve told you, I am not sad!” But her features softened once she saw him frightened. “I just…” Her unspoken thoughts hung in the air as her gaze drifted. Every ounce of strength left in her drained as everything all seems to be for naught.

In a small soft voice, the child mustered, “Hydro archon, hydro archon, don’t cry…”

How could she cry? She’s not the hydro archon anymore…

“If there’s anything troubling you, feel free to come and visit. All of your needs will be taken care of and though I lack understanding of emotions, I will do my utmost best to see what there is to be done.” She remembered him say. Such a concise reply, she expects nothing more from their renowned chief justice.

Yet she gave out only an exasperated sigh. “No need to trouble yourself. I can handle my own. I wouldn’t come to you for any of those anyway, don’t worry. We both know those aren’t your strong suit.” He may look unfazed but she knew his silence wasn’t. She had known him for centuries after all.

Although she already had her back turn on him, he still insisted. “I will be here if you need anything…” But she never looked back.

Yet after all those reassuring resolves, she finds herself yet again in front of the damned building that brought her so many bad memories. With her own two feet. What it is that she wanted? What is it that she wants to speak of him?

She had no clue. She doesn’t even know what to tell him when she sees him.

She found her steps faltering as clouds dimmed the sky. It seems that it’s about to rain… What could have made him feel as such? She wonders.

“Furina…?” The disbelief in his voice.

Did he go out? How was she not informed?! What now? Out of all the timings… it just had to be this. How unfortunate she is.

“Oh, uhm! I didn’t know you were out, ha-ha…” She didn’t expect her voice to come out so meekly but she detests it.

“What is it that’s troubling you?” He took steps closer that made Furina panic.

“N-nothing! Nothing’s troubling me! How on teyvat did you even come to such conclusion?” she faked a laugh but she knew there wouldn’t be fooling this person no matter much of a professional she may be. It worked for five-hundred years before but not now—not this.

“I can sense the water’s woes.”

Never in Furina’s life had she ever felt this small next to someone, always sitting up in the high chairs—she is the one who looks down on everyone—yet now, she does. Neuvillette waited for her to speak but her throat tightened around the words until only silence hangs in the air while the rain drowns everything around them.

And it was just the two of them.

She tore her gaze away. “Nothing’s wrong…”

“Furina…” She turned. “Furina, you can cry…”

Because the rain will hide it away, and only he will know.

#writing #genshin #genshin impact #creative writing #furina #neuvillette #fontaine #whos cutting onions not me you are #these two #I need more of them #not sure if this counts but #neuvifuri #i guess #people kept saying don't cry hydro dragon but what about the hydro archon #we must protect furina at all cost #hydro dragon hydro dragon don't cry #but then #furina furina you can cry #is just

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evillittlebirdie · 6 months

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Salvation (Kar'niss/Tav)

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine

"Astarion deserves all the credit for this idea," Tav complimented with a smile. She stopped near the tree where, at the base, sat a bucket and a small bag.

"Where would you be if it wasn't for this creative brain?" Astarion delightedly responded. The two laughed, and Kar'niss pursed his lips.

Before Kar'niss could ruminate on the apparent insolence Astarion showed, his attention was taken away by Tav climbing the tree. He watched in interest as she swiftly moved through the limbs before settling on one near Kar'niss's height. "Kar'niss! Walk over here. I want to see if I'm high enough."

Kar'niss obeyed as though her command was as second nature as breathing. He walked over to her. His head reached the height of the branch she was perched on. "Perfect! I guessed correctly," Tav beamed. She straddled the limb and raised her hand against Kar'niss's hair.

Ilhar grabbed Kar'niss's hair and pulled him from the vanity. Her manicured nails clawed into his scalp. There was no use protesting, but Kar'niss still squirmed against his mother's grip. She dragged him out of his bed-chamber and down the hallway. Servants and slaves scattered out of the way. Only one, a female duergar slave whose mind was far gone, lingered. They dutifully picked up the pieces of ribbon that fell from Kar'niss' hair.

Kar'niss is slapped and berated for an infraction he doesn't remember committing. Ilhar says he disrespected his tutor. Kar'niss doesn't remember, but obviously, he must have.

Kar'niss didn't move as Tav touched his hair. He kept his breath, ready to be hit for his committed transgressions. Instead, Tav explained, "If it's alright with you, I would really like to wash your hair. I didn't want to offer until I could figure out the logistics. I can't exactly ask you to lean into a basin." She gestured towards his body.

The drider never had the misfortune of being thrown through the air. Still, Kar'niss imagined the sensation was similar to how he was feeling now. What she proposed served no purpose. His extra eyes could see the thin layer of grime that now appeared on Tav's fingers.

Filthy creature. Putrid, rotting from the inside out. Fit only for caves and dirt. Blood, bile, mud, viscera, oil, matted, wiry-

But suddenly, Tav's soft voice entered his mind. "Kar'niss."

The other voices scattered away once Tav's light entered his mind. Soothing and sweetly, she told him, "Please do this. Trust me."

His Majesty's Chosen commanded him. Alight with renewed purpose, Kar'niss ignored his mind's insults. He nodded in agreement and was rewarded with Tav's pearly smile.

Astarion grabbed the bucket and the bag. He held both items up high for Tav to grab.

"It may be cold," She warned him as she waved her hand. The bucket suddenly filled with water. She sat on the side saddle on the limb and placed the bucket between her legs.

"Ah yes, she warns the drider the water is cold. Not me." Astarion lamented.

Kar'niss wished he could use one of his legs to kick the elf away. But he stopped himself. Astarion was obviously a pet favorite of Her Majesty's Chosen. Kar'niss would only need time to prove the vain elf's heresy. He could smell the elf's faithlessness. He believed in nothing.

"For the hundredth time, I apologize," Tav sighed, rolling her eyes. "I'll remember that the next time your arms are so sore you can't lift them up."

Astarion huffed disrespectfully, his arms crossing his chest. "Hmph, well, I will leave you to your beauty parlor." Tav chuckled in response, waving to Astarion with her free hand.

Kar'niss was relieved to watch Astarion stroll off. "Can you tilt your head back for me?" Tav asked him. He forgot about Astarion and obeyed Tav. He tilted his head back, and the back of his neck hit the bucket's rim.

The water that cascaded from Tav's hand was cool, but it wasn't the temperature that made Kar'niss flinch. How long had it been since he felt the water on his hair? He remembered his first few days on the surface. It rained one day, which was a very jarring event for him. And before that, it was when he fell into the water the first day he saw his reflection.

Kar'niss' heart twisted in mortification. It had been years then. So many years. His hygiene never bothered him before. He had grown used to the layers of dirt and dried blood. Before he was introduced to the Absolute, he was content. He had hoped that one day when she made him whole, he could be clean and pure.

***

Tav didn't care to admit she had a secret motivation for washing Kar'niss's hair. She needed information. And she knew she could ply it out of him.

Tav ran her fingers through Kar'niss's hair, pulling at the knots. Underneath the oil, Tav could tell his hair was strong and thick. It just needed some tender care. And she was happy to provide. She made sure to pull her fingers carefully through the tangles. She didn't want to hurt his scalp or accidentally pull more hair than necessary. She began to speak as she rinsed his hair, "I used to wash the hair of all my brothers and sisters. I came from a pretty big family. I was the oldest of twelve. What about you?"

"Only son. Disgrace," Kar'niss mumbled quietly, "Five sisters. Proud, proud daughters. All yathrin, priestesses of the spider bitch."

Tav frowned at his self-depreciation. But didn't know if she should address it or not. She hesitated as she looked at the water. It was already brown, almost black from all the grime she cleaned. She placed her hand under his neck and eased him up. She could feel the hard shell of his exoskeleton rising up to his hairline, where there was a thin line of skin. She pretended not to hear the Kar'niss's breath catch in his throat. She pretended not to feel his pulse quicken. She ran her fingers through his hair, squeezing the excess water into the bucket.

"You grew up very differently than me. I had six brothers and five sisters..." Tav disclosed as she tossed the bucket of dirty water on the ground below. She filled the pail again with clean water and returned his head to the bucket.

"Six brothers..." Kar'niss echoed in amazement. Tav couldn't fault him for finding the situation strange. She heard that most noble Drow families allowed for two sons before they began to sacrifice the males.

Tav reached her wet hand into the bag and pulled out the small bottle of rosemary oil. She poured half of the bottle's contents onto Kar'niss's hair and began to lather.

Kar'niss inhaled deeply, obviously picking up on the aroma of the oil. "Courtesy of Astarion," Tav explained, "No disrespect to my fellow companions, but he's the only one whose hair doesn't smell like lye."

"Mistress likes this smell?"Kar'niss clarified.

"Rosemary? Oh, I love it. I can do without that pomade he douses his hair in. But I love the scent," Tav imparted.

Kar'niss hummed in response, a chirp vibrating in his throat.

Despite herself, Tav giggled softly and told him, "I like that sound you make. That little chirrup. It's cute."

Kar'niss's extra eyes began to blink rapidly. "Mistress?" He called in confusion. Tav might as well be speaking Draconic rather than Common.

Tav avoided his call and continued to later his hair in the water. His hair was as white as fallen snow now that it was clean. She moved her fingers to his scalp and began to massage the skin. She was concerned when Kar'niss started to tense. But slowly, he relaxed under her ministrations.

"Moonrise Towers. That is where you were taking those pilgrims, correct?" Tav inquired.

"Yes. They sought to pray in my Queen's glory. Our Queen," Kar'niss replied. "Her Majesty's Chosen, General Thorm, is preparing an army."

Fuck.

"An army, you say..." Tav continued on, moving her fingers along scarred skin. How long had it been since Kar'niss had been touched by anyone? How long had it been since a kind, delicate hand gave him mercy? She should be ashamed of herself for taking advantage of him.

"They shall follow, or they shall submit," Kar'niss answered reverently. A soft moan vibrated in his throat. He bit his lips to quiet it. "But General Thorm cannot move yet."

"Oh?" Tav tried to choose her words carefully. As far as Kar'niss knew, she was one of the Aboslute's Chosen. She rinsed Kar'niss's hair again and allowed the bucket to drop. She reached into the bag to pull out a comb. She brushed through Kar'niss's hair. "He is searching for the weapon." She thought about the Astral Prism safely tucked away at camp.

"Not much longer," Kar'niss hummed. A purr vibrated in his tone. "He'll find it soon. That and the Nightsong. Balthazar is close to finding it."

The Nightsong. So, this mysterious artifact was connected to the cult as well. Just as Tav suspected. Well, Tav had to find the Nightsong before this Balthazar did.

Tav didn't press her luck. She finished brushing Kar'niss's hair and began to braid it. The movement was as second nature to her as any other caretaking activity.

"Mistress?" Kar'niss spoke, his voice tentative and still vibrating.

"Yes, Kar'niss?" Tav acknowledged, taking care of her styling.

***

Kar'niss allowed his mind to wander to a place he had no right to be in. He thought about turning his body to face her. He would reach to pick up Tav in his arms. He would cradle her against his chest. His abominable body would ache, searching for a release he could never have. He cursed the Spider Queen. But he would do what he could to please His Majesty's Chosen. Kar'niss had served well and was granted a tender touch. And he would spend the rest of his life cherishing Her if only Tav would touch him one more time.

"Never mind," Kar'niss answered. He was a coward. And he deserved to rot in the shadows rather than have any grace. "Forgive me for distracting you."

"No forgiveness necessary," Tav commented in her affectionate tone. She gave his hair a final pull before taking a long ribbon from the bag. She used the ribbon to tie his hair back.

Pretty things long ago. Far and long ago. Ilhar wants me to marry. I do not want to marry. I want to be a cleric like my sisters. Ilhar will be proud of me. Lolth will shine upon me.

"You look absolutely stunning. Your hair is beautiful," Tav remarked.

Kar'niss hesitantly brought his hand to his hair. It was still damp, but he could already feel the difference. He ran his fingers down the braid to the silk ribbon that tied it together.

"Thank you, thank you, Mistress..." Kar'niss gratefully murmured, feeling tears form in his eyes. He blinked his eyes close, averting his gaze from Tav. "I feel my strength returning with each day. Maybe soon I can join you on your travels," Kar'niss offered, desperation tinging his voice. He could feel his abdomen tremble in anticipation.

He would draw blood for her.

#whumptober2023 #no.30 #It's okay just to say I'm not okay #bridal carry #not much longer #fanfiction #baldur's gate 3 #kar'niss #kar'niss/tav #bg3 fanfiction #angst

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echo-goes-mmm · 4 months

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Hoarding Behavior #8

Masterpost

Warnings: none

River was having a wonderful dream. Warmth all over, soft kisses with brushes of sharp teeth, claws trailing lightly down his stomach, a gentle scaled hand tucking under his waistband-

He woke with a start, an uncomfortable wetness in his pants. Ew.

“Mmm?” hummed Noct. Uh oh.

Master opened an eye at his silence, yawning. “Whasss it?” he slurred from across the nest.

“Nothing!” he squeaked. Master narrowed his eyes.

“Um…” there was no way he was going to tell Noct he had a wet dream, and he especially wasn’t going to say it was about him.

“I just really need to wash up right now.”

Master yawned again, stretching, and River very carefully did not look at him.

Noct pulled the key out from under his nightshirt and unlocked the cuff. River awkwardly got up, hoping Noct didn’t notice anything.

But Noct got up with him, sleepily following him to the bath.

“Um. Can I go by myself? Please?”

Noct tilted his head. “Why-” his eyes went wide, nostrils flaring, and he glanced down at River’s pants and then looked away. “Go ahead,” he said, embarrassment in his voice.

So much for that. How humiliating.

He scrubbed himself down in the bath, trying to get rid of a scent he couldn’t smell himself. He took a moment to relax a bit in the water, trying to delay further shame.

Of course, what to do with the soiled clothes? He completely forgot to grab a change of underwear in his rush to get out of there.

He’d have to go without boxers. He wouldn’t be able to look at Master again if he went in wearing dry cum stains.

Noct was still awake as he walked into the den. He was staring up at the ceiling, flat on his back. He pointed to a folded set of pajamas and fresh underwear on the edge of the nest.

“Thanks.”

“Mhm.” Noct rolled over, facing into the cut stone rim of the nest. River shuffled into the new sleep clothes.

With any luck, they’d never talk about it.

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It was the first day with “outside time”, and the weather was perfect. Sunny, with fluffy white clouds far in the distance.

Master was laid out in his large form, stretched out and relaxed like a cat.

“Do not wander too far,” he rumbled.

“Yes, Master.” River looked out into the woods. The sunlight streamed through the tree leaves, sunbeams glittering onto the foliage.

River had spent his life in cities, as slaves did, with little signs of nature. Even city parks were off limits to them, and only the wealthiest had courtyards worth mentioning.

Birds sang on the branches, as if the dragon just a few yards away was nothing.

He glanced back towards Noct. His head was between his long front legs, his eyes shut. Smoke curled up to the sky from his snout.

He looked back into the forest. There was a narrow path off to the right.

A little walk couldn’t hurt.

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The sun felt so good. Of course a human needed the sun, how could be so foolish? It felt too nice to not be good for health.

He shifted his wings, stretched them up into the air and folded them back down. So nice.

He kneaded the soil beneath his claws. A sliver of bone poked his palm. Hmph. He ought to clean up these bones. They had served their purpose. He didn't need them anymore.

That was for another day, though.

Noct took in a deep breath, tasting the sweet smell of plants and game in the air. But River’s personal scent of soap and herbs was not so close. He shot up, listening for him.

The birds had stopped singing.

“River,” he called. “Come.” He heard twigs snapping and leaves rustling as his precious gem rushed back, but there was an unease in the air he didn’t like.

“Master?”

“Come here.” Noct didn’t look away from the woods.

“What is it?”

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“Hush.” Master was more alert than he’d ever seen him, staring off into the forest.

Noct grabbed him suddenly, tucking him in between his front leg and side.

“Lie down. Do not move.” His voice was urgent, and River kept still.

It was warm, a little too warm, but he didn’t move. He looked up at Master’s face.

His eyes were narrowed, his mouth ajar. Smoke poured from the corners of his jaw, and his teeth gleamed. But there was no snarl or intimating hiss. Master was tense, but made no move to threaten whatever it was.

But then the atmosphere became thick, and a buzzing stirred under his skin. The air itself seemed to vibrate, and his hair stood up on end.

He dared to peek out from under his curved claws. Nothing. Then he saw it.

A shadow in the distance, blocking out sunbeams and glints from under the trees, moved slowly through the forest. It was hard to tell the size of the thing; it could even be bigger than Master for all he knew.

It lumbered like no beast he had ever seen before.

Master relaxed; his head coming to rest between his legs again.

He wanted to ask, but Master had ordered him quiet and the creature was still there. Looking at it gave him a headache, so he turned away.

River waited and waited, and after what felt like forever:

“It is gone,” rumbled Noct, “you may come out.”

River stepped out from the heat and into the sun. The breeze was nice on his face, and the birds were singing again.

“What was that?” he asked.

“Oh, it was only a Thing of the Woods.” Huh?

“Thing of the Woods?” Noct cracked an eye open.

“Have you not heard of the Things? They are in the sea, deep in mountains, skies, forests. Harmless. Spirits of the great nature. Distant parents of all things some say.”

“Never heard of them.”

Noct tutted, and with a whoosh of smoke he was small again. He pulled River into his lap.

“You humans are silly creatures,” he said. He began to purr, and he flopped on his back into the dirt and tugged River along to lie on his chest.

“It is a beautiful day. Nap with me,” he commanded.

"Yes, Master."

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findmeinasunshower · 2 years

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𝑩𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔: 𝑺𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒔𝒂 𝑲𝒊𝒚𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒊

word-count: <1k. lil baby blurb

summary: protective!Sakusa. hurt/comfort, fluff.

warnings: bullying, some derisive language

“Hmph.”

You smirk into your drink at the familiar feeling of Sakusa’s forehead meeting your shoulder. His hand comes to rest on your hip as you rock gently back into him, eliciting another exhausted, “Hmph.”

“Battery that low already?” you tease.

Your boyfriend trails his nose up the back of your neck until you can feel his breath on your hair. “Well, my battery decided to abandon me in favor of the dessert table.”

“Mmmm can you blame me?” You spin on your heel and meet his gaze with a smirk, popping a chocolate truffle in your mouth as you do.

A rare smile blooms across Kiyoomi’s face, and you see his cheeks redden slightly under the warm lighting of the event hall. “No, I can’t. Though, Hinata was pretty upset.”

“Oh, was he now?” You giggle and set your empty drink on the table behind you before throwing your arm around Kiyoomi’s neck. “He can deal. I’ll see him at the game tomorrow.”

“I don’t know, H—“

“Is that (y/n)? (y/n) (l/n)?”

Kiyoomi looks away from you with a slow blink at the sound of an unfamiliar voice saying your name. Never once has he taken you to a work event where you’ve been recognized by someone other than his teammates.

“That would be me,” your voice comes out shakily, and he frowns at the shake of your voice. You step purposely back into him and he blinks in confusion before his frown deepens at the movement.

You shrunk back into him. He’s never seen you shrink in front of anyone.

The second woman laughs. Well, one could call it a laugh: Personally, Kiyoomi likens it to the sound of a hyena. A glass of white wine dangles carelessly from her fingertips and she has the nerve to cock an over-plucked eyebrow at your dress. “Oh, darling, you look even worse than high school!” she giggles drunkenly.

Sakusa’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. There’s not a chance in the world this woman just said that.

The first woman agrees with her friend’s statement by nodding. “No wonder you never had a boyfriend, you couldn’t even age well. What are you even doing these days?”

You fidget with your bag on your shoulder. “I’m, uh, still in school.”

The two women laugh once again. “Oh, that is hysterical!” And the way your chin drops slightly as these two nobodies laugh in your face is the last straw for your boyfriend.

Sakusa slips his arm around your waist and tugs you smoothly into his side. “Ladies, I suggest you stop talking to my partner like that before you’re banned from these events for the rest of your life.”

He swears, the hyenas didn’t even notice him before. They blink in surprise almost simultaneously at the very attractive man in front of them. One of them hiccups before asking: “She’s your partner?”

“That’s correct. And I guarantee you that the rich men who made you trophy wives don’t have nearly as much power as me in this room, so I suggest you walk away and never look in my or my partner’s direction again.

With that last jab, Kiyoomi takes your hand and pulls you away from your old “friends.” You’re dazed as you stumble out of the main ballroom after him. “Who the hell were they?” your boyfriend growls as he tugs you into a little nook in the hallway.

“Just some old friends from high school,” you joke dryly.

Kiyoomi cocks an eyebrow. “Friends.”

And for the second time in his life, Sakusa sees you shrink. You curl back into the wall and hug yourself, trying to make yourself as small as possible. “Obviously not friends, Kiyoomi,” you whisper.

The man blinks and retracts his hand from reaching out to you at the bitterness in your tone. He purses his lips and grasps your shoulders before carefully wrapping you in his familiar warm embrace. You sink into his arms, burying your nose into his pressed white button up and feeling satisfied when you can smell him beyond the freshly-laundered scent.

His lips ghost over the top of your head. “I can pay Miya to spill a drink on them.”

You snort into his chest before propping your chin up to look at him. “We both know you wouldn’t have to pay him.” You drop your gaze to the mole on his chin. “Besides, it wouldn’t be worth it. They’re just bullies. And as much as I love you, you didn’t have to do that for me.”

Kiyoomi snorts and you feel his breath ghost over the top of your head. “You are impossible.”

You smile. “I know. Let’s go find Atsumu.”

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 7 months

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Art Credit: @/simibraun

Midnight Mum's

Headlights ran through the room you were sitting in. It was dark, save for the soft glow of the fire dancing around.

You stood up from the couch and peeked through the large living room window to see if it was your boyfriend getting home.

He had some friends from high school visiting and they all went out to catch up on life and all of its infinite happenings.

You could hear him laughing and talking as he built up to his goodbye.

"Yeah, yeah, my girl's prolly asleep by now. I'll hafta be quiet." Reiner said, way too loud.

His friends said something that you couldn't quite catch. But the way he responded to it, you assumed it was dirty.

You chuckled as you watched him stumble up the walkway to the door.

He bent over to ... tie his boot? No, he's picking a flower from his own garden.

"Oh my -- Reiner. You idiot." You said to yourself as you hurriedly closed the flue on the fireplace and jogged down the hall to your bedroom. You have no idea why you did this, but you wanted to pretend you were asleep when he got home.

His keys jingled in the door and then you heard it open as he kicked off his boots.

"Oh-kay, shhh, shhhh, shhhhh, Reiner. Baby is asleep. Ya gotta be qu- quiet. Ok. Where's the damn bathroom at. Why'd she move it. Pffffttt she can't move a bathroom. Duh, dipshit." He always talks to himself when he drinks. It's one of the things about him you find so sweet. Stupid, but sweet.

You hear everything. Him talking to himself. He doesn't say anything incriminating - not that you'd ever assume he would do something awful. He just talks about what he's doing. How he brushes his teeth, flosses and rinses out with the mouthwash that "burns like a bitch."

It makes your heart swell with love for him, these rare occasions he lets loose. He's usually your watchful eye. Always choosing to be the designated driver so you can embark on a little journey of self-indulgence.

You always make it up to him when you get home, though. So he never really complains.

"Shit, forgot to lay out something to sleep in. Au naturel it is, then. Hmph. Serves me right. Drunken asshole -" He chuckles softly to himself as he thinks he's sneaking quietly down the hall to get into your shared room.

When you heard him say he forgot to lay out something to change into for bed, you quickly ripped your clothes off. It wasn't anything special that you were wearing. Just an old t-shirt with some band he used to listen to on the front. Your panties weren't even that sexy. Cute, sure. But not sexy.

The door softly creaked open and you heard his breathing immediately after he stepped inside.

What you didn't expect was him standing beside the bed for a couple of minutes. You assumed he was looking at you, your bottom half covered and your top half for the taking.

His breathing changed, it quickened. It got deeper and a little faster.

Oh, how you wanted to roll over like he'd woken you. But you clung to what little resolve you had. Knowing he was just inches away from you, naked. Drunk. The thought of his fingers grazing over your skin was starting to turn you on.

"Hmm ... bed. Oh, oh god, fuck I love this bed. You did so good pickin' it out baby. S'soft. But like, firm. Firrrrrmmm and s'soffffttt. S'perfect, baby. Jus' like you. Mm-hmm. Jus' ... *yawn* ... like ... *stretch* ... you.

He rolled to his left side to throw his right arm over your exposed waist but when he did he 'accidentally' tucked it up under your breast.

You stirred a little. Rubbing your bare ass against his half-hard cock. You knew it was all for a reason. But he thought you were just being sweet, trying to cuddle up closer to him in your sleep. The way your body misses him after a long day of being apart from each other.

"Ohh ffffuhh-hoo. I'm home, baby. You snuggin' in close on purpose? Or you just wanna be closer to me? I missed you t'night. Couldn't stop thinkin' 'bout ya."

He tucked his face into the back of your neck and inhaled so deeply it made you shiver against him.

"Hey, you 'wake? Did'ja hear me? I missed ya, all night long. Wan'ned to call but my boys put a drink in my face everytime I mentioned your name. That's why m's'drunk. Heyyy, where are your clothes?"

Reiner reached down to let his hand graze your ass.

"Oh f- baby, you're ... you're not wearin' any clothes." He ran his hand across the warm skin and nudged your shoulder with his nose. Kissing in between breaths.

You rolled onto your back and put your right arm above your head, praying he wouldn't tickle you. This didn't feel like it was headed toward a tickle sort of night, though.

He accommodated your shift in position and scooted back a ways.

Laying there, just staring at you like he'd stumbled upon some beauty down at the hidden part of the beach. Lounging in the sun with no cover whatsoever.

"God, you're testin' me tonight. And I'm gonna fuckin' fail. So hard. M'gonna fail. But that's all right, 'cause t'morrow is a brand new day. I'll be better t'morrow. K? God? Thank you for this meal which m'bout to receive."

He ran his rough hands over your breasts to perk your nipples. "Oh god ... you're so fuckin' soft, baby."

You wanted to jump on him. You could feel how hard he was at this point. It was driving you crazy playing this game. And with who? Who were you playing with? Yourself? By yourself. Hoping there was still a way you could win, you moaned a little in your fake sleep state and threw your right leg over his left one.

Luckily, you often sleep tangled or splayed out on one another. So this probably seemed perfectly normal to him, how you laid just then.

"Thaaat's right, such a good girl. Even ready f'me in your sleep. Goddamn ..."

He ran his middle finger up the middle of your cunt, spreading your lips open just enough that he could dip his finger inside you.

"How - wh - you're s'wet, baby. You have some fun while I was out t'night? Or you just reactin' to me bein' this close to ya? Mmm, I wish you'd wake up."

Sucking your juices off of his finger he positioned himself right between your legs. Throwing both of your knees up over his broad shoulders, he grabbed you gently around the thighs and pulled you down a little bit.

"M'gonna have a midnight snack now, ok, baby? I need somethin' on my stomach ... other'n beer n'whiskey. You've been warned."

When Reiner said 'you've been warned', that usually meant 1 of 2 things: He was going to eat you like he'd die if he stopped or he was going to be so gentle and take his time with you so much so that you wouldn't know what the fuck to do with yourself.

You kinda hoped it was the latter. You missed him ... a lot. And you loved it when he came home to you after being apart. Whether it was for 9 hours or a week. You two always reconnected immediately.

It was one of your favorite things about being with him; how he always wanted to bridge the gap. No matter how large or small.

He started off lower than he usually does. Kissing your ankles and massaging your feet a little bit. You relaxed about the tickling. If he was going to tickle you at all, he'd have done it when you tossed your arm up and left your pit wide open. You weren't worried about your feet at all.

You did shift again, though, not much. Just opening yourself up further for him. As if subconsciously, like one of those dreams that seems too real, you made room for him between your legs.

"You're gonna wish you were 'wake for this, baby. I swear ... I'm only sorry m's'drunk. But I'll remember. Y'know what, doll, maybe I'll just set up my phone over there to record this. Jus' so I can show you later how good I made you feel in your sleep. Ahh, no. Then I'll have to move. I don't wanna move."

Reiner situated himself between your thighs, sucking and licking on both of them before he exhaled heavily on your wetter-than-it should-be-while-you're-sleeping cunt.

His breath made you moan a little. The soft heat of it all washes over your most sensitive spot. He looked up at you as his tongue met with your spread lips, licking such soft swipes on your clit.

You were almost out of your mind at this juncture. Watching him eat you out was almost spiritual. His eyes never left yours as he dragged his tongue over your pussy. It was so hard to keep quiet and not whip your eyes open to see his beautiful face stuffed in between your thighs.

He memorized the faces you made with how he moved his mouth. Reiner knew exactly what the fuck he was doing to you.

You were losing this little stupid game you were trying to play. Did he know you're awake? Is he doing this on purpose?

Words were right on the tip of your tongue while you were right on the tip of his.

How content he was, holding you open, lapping at your clit.

You were doing ok until he slid 2 of his calloused fingers into you. He prodded you with his fingers, feeling around for just ... the ... right ...

"Hmm, Rei'."

… spot.

Oopsie.

"Heyyyy baby girl. There ya are. So sweet, waking up for me. Hi." He cooed. "I didn't think you'd ever wake up. But I got'cha. I know how to get'cha up."

He pumped his fingers in and out of you slowly, watching your face. You knew he'd never let you live this down and he knew you were awake the whole time.

"You're so good, Reiner. So good. You get me every time." You giggled and reached your hand out to the back of his head to tangle your fingers in his hair, pushing his face back down to your pussy.

He moaned against you as he licked and sucked on your clit. You felt like you were getting close already, he could tell. You were breathing heavily, you had your right hand on his head and your left hand over your mouth.

"Mm-mm. No coverin' up. Lemme hear ya." Reiner took your hand and laid it on his back, he put his right hand on your lower stomach to rub your clit with his thumb while he worked his tongue in and out of your pussy.

"Ahh, god. Reiner, I'm gonna cum, please -" You couldn't hold back anymore. You just needed to feel him.

He pulled his fingers out and moved his mouth over your opening, sucking and licking and moaning like he was the one getting the orgasm of a lifetime.

He kept it up until you came all over his tongue.

"That's my girl. Cum for me, baby. I love it. I love it." He whispered softly as you rocked against his mouth.

You weren't even tired. You didn't know what time it was but you knew it was late.

Reiner crawled up to you and laid beside you.

You rolled onto your side to face him.

"Hi." You said quietly, your body still feeling the effects of him working his magic on you.

"Hi yourself." He smiled, licking his lips.

"You tired?" You asked, walking your fingers around the hair just above his pelvic bone.

"Mm-mm. Not yet." Reiner leaned in to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his lips. It drove you crazy (in the best way, of course) how much he loved to taste you. You didn’t really understand and every time you bring it up, he just shakes his head and says not to worry about it. He “fucking loves it and that’s all that matters.”

You reached down to wrap your hand around his cock, slowly stroking it. He closed his eyes and groaned in your ear.

"Fuck, baby. I want you so bad." He opened his eyes to look at you as you scooted down to lay between his legs.

You wasted no time, taking his entire length in your mouth. He bucked his hips up and let out a soft "ahhhh, fuck."

You bobbed up and down, running your tongue across the bottom of his dick. He grabbed a handful of your hair and held it back for you, so he could watch you work.

"I'm gonna cum, baby. Do you - do you wanna swallow or -"

You looked up at him and shook your head no.

"Ok. Ok." He was trying not to lose his cool. He was trying so hard.

You stroked him as you pulled your mouth off of him, licking the tip and smiling up at him.

"I want it ..." Reiner let out a long sigh as you climbed up his body and sank yourself down on top of his hard cock. "... here. Can you cum for me in here, Rei'? Please? It feels so fucking good when you cum inside of me."

You gave him your best innocent look as you began to ride him.

Reiner held onto your waist, bucking up into you and kissing your breasts as you bounced up and down on his cock.

He moaned your name as he felt himself getting closer to his peak.

"Oh, shi-. Oh baby, fuck..." he grunted and groaned as he came inside of you, filling you up and gripping your waist so tight it was like he was afraid to let you go.

"Stay with me, baby. Stay with me, right here, please." He whispered as he came down.

You laid on top of him, your head on his chest. You could feel his heart beating fast, and it made you smile.

He rubbed your back as you listened to his breathing slow down.

"I have something for you." He said softly.

"You mean more than what you just gave me?" You asked.

It was quiet for a minute.

"Mm-hm, s'over on the nightstand. I wanted it to be the first thing you saw in the morning. Well, after me, I mean." He gently guided you back down onto your spot in the bed and he climbed over your legs to reach for it.

"You didn't have to get me anything, Reiner." you said as you squeezed his ass.

"Oh, no. I know. It's really nothin'. Was just comin' home and saw it and I remembered the day we planted them in the front. I jus' wan'ned to give ya this."

He handed you a chrysanthemum and watched your face light up.

“Doesn’t smell or look as pretty as you always do, but I,” he scratched the back of his neck and looked up at you from under his brows, “well, I just wanted to give this to you.”

Your heart was exploding in your chest.

You sat up to kiss him and he wrapped his arms around you.

You felt so safe and secure in that moment. You never want your time with this man to end.

"I'm gonna put this in water and then ... Do you want to try and get some sleep?" You asked, rubbing his arm.

"Yeah, that sounds good. Thank you, baby. You're so sweet." He smiled and laid back on the bed as you walked over to the bathroom to rinse out a small vase.

You smiled to yourself as you put the single flower in the water.

You sighed happily as you stared at the flower on the nightstand and felt his grip on you tighten.

You were going to cherish that memory for the rest of your days. Together. Him and you. Just like this. Just as it should be.

#reiner braun #reiner braun smut #reiner braun x reader #reiner braun x you #reiner braun x y/n #reiner smut #reiner aot smut #reiner attack on titan #reiner attack on titan smut #reiner braun aot #aot #aot smut #attack on titan #attack on titan smut

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year

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Can I have "they keep staring at me" with gold?

"They keep staring at me..."

"Who?"

"........"

Gold just remained silent and kept his head low. You frowned in worry and looked towards the nearby small group of Pokémon that he previously held his gaze towards. They seemed to be babies, looking terrified and confused at the limbless trainer floating beside you.

The Azurill trembled and a Togepi started crying in fear, hiding behind an Elekid who just glared at your boyfriend--as if he meant to scare them on purpose.

But in reality..he never wanted to scare anybody in his life.

Especially not the creatures who used to be his best companions. Even wild Pokémon all over Johto once looked up to him in admiration, hoping to become part of the champion's team one day. His team.

Now? They only saw him as a monster.

Bloody tears filled his own eyes, which only freaked them out more. You noticed it too, and put a hand on his back, trying your best to rationalize this situation. “It’s okay, sweetheart..they’re just-”

“Afraid.” He rasped in hurt, his frown deepening as he stared back at the group, feeling his anger rising. “Stop looking at me..like that. Do you think..I-I WANTED to look like this?!”

Most of them flinched, and the Elekid snapped back at him with a growl, before tiny electric bolts shot out of its hands.

Gold gasped and immediately jerked away, but it was too late as he felt a stinging sensation on his cheek. For a few moments, he hovered closer to the ground, groaning in pain and keeping his eyes shut.

But..it was his fault, wasn’t it? He scared them, and got attacked for it.

Maybe he deserved this.

“Gold? Are you okay?” You reached out to him in worry. Even one of his Unowns emerged from its pokeball to defend him, but then he suddenly moved away from you, eventually flying off in a different direction off the forest’s path. “Hey wait!! Come back!!”

Yet he didn’t listen.

With an exasperated sigh, you watched the Unown he left behind float closer to your shoulder, before you turned around to look at the baby Pokémon.

You weren’t angry about their reaction to him, just disappointed in the Elekid specifically. “That’s quite rude. I know he looks scary, but that’s no reason to attack my boyfriend. I gotta go find him now..who knows where he could be..”

The baby electric-type pouted in response, and even the others seemed ashamed that they upset him. They didn't mean to, his appearance just caught them all off-guard.

“Ele..kid..” It took a few steps towards you, bowing its head in apology. “Kid, kid.”

‘At least it feels bad..’ You kneeled down to scoop it up into your arms, hugging it. “It’s okay, little one. Let’s have Unown lead us to him. I can prove to you he’s not all that bad. Whatdya say?”

Elekid hesitated for a moment, before agreeing to join you. With Unown taking the lead, you followed it through the dark forest. Fortunately, the spark between Elekid’s horns kept the way somewhat lit, so it wasn’t too bad at first.

Then the sound of Gold’s haunted wailing drew nearer, causing the poor thing to tremble in your arms. But you consoled it the best you could. “Shhh, I know..it’s okay. You’ve been a brave Elekid so far. I promise he won’t hurt you.”

“...hmph, Elekid..” Nodding, it put on a brave face as you eventually found your boyfriend near a quiet lake. You set Elekid down on a nearby rock, telling it to wait, before you approached him.

He was curled up against a tree, sobbing his eyes out up until he noticed you joining him on the ground. For a moment he seemed surprised that you found him, though when you opened your arms up he fell right into them, his cries becoming sniffles now that you were here.

And you held him closely, not minding the blood too much as he nuzzled his face into your chest. Comforting him mattered more than anything else.

It was definitely surprising to see him break down like this. Sure, he was sad a lot of the time, but he seemed completely numb to his situation, hardly showing any other emotion.

Though..it must’ve been devastating to know that most Pokémon will never look at him the same way again--and having that reality hit him hard when those baby Pokémon cried at the sight of him...

You hated seeing him in pain, but part of you was glad he could still express it.

A few minutes later, he managed to calm down as he sat up and sniffled, frowning at the blood he accidentally left on you. “I’m..s-sorry. I ruined it..y-your sweater..” He whimpered.

“It’s alright. I’m just glad I found you.” You reassured him with a gentle smile. Then you opened your bag up, taking out a burn heal before cupping his cheek so you could look at the burn mark on the opposite side. It was small, but noticeable. “Now sorry if this stings-”

“I’ll be fine..” He tried to decline, shaking his head. “I’ve suffered worse..”

For a moment you just stared at him, before chuckling softly. “I still wanna take care of my boyfriend. I don’t think you have a choice in that matter.”

Gold remained silent, knowing he couldn’t object to that, and allowed you to spray the potion onto the mark. After it disappeared, you leaned forward to kiss the spot, causing a light blush to dust his face. “There, all better.”

“Thank you. I-I’m..sorry for running off..” He muttered, looking down. “I don’t..want everyone to be scared of me. But...they can’t help it, can they?”

“Sadly no.” You reluctantly agreed. “But listen, Gold...um...”

At that moment, you noticed the Elekid was no longer on the rock, realizing that it might’ve been far too scared to stick around. But you couldn’t blame it; both of you could understand if it never wanted to see him again.

Even so, you hoped it would’ve believed you..

“I..forgot what I was gonna say but..that Elekid truly was-”

“Kid!!”

“Pi!!”

“Azu!!”

Hearing a collection of various Pokémon voices, you and Gold looked to see the little group from before coming over to visit you, with Elekid leading the way in a confident stride.

He was in utter shock, especially when the baby electric-type approached him first and frowned, apologizing for hurting him. It even did its best to hug him despite his lack of arms. A few other baby Pokémon joined in as well, feeling just as guilty for their previous reactions to him.

Gold’s smile was even bigger now as he teared up, overwhelmed with happiness this time. He mouthed the words “thank you”, still slightly insecure about frightening them with his voice, but relieved they showed up.

Then a few of his Unowns appeared, surprising the group, though they all simply laughed and took the Psychic-types down to the lake’s shore. There, they played around in the grass and sand as the sun slowly began to appear over the horizon.

It was such a sweet sight to behold.

You smiled warmly and leaned back against the tree, wrapping your arm around Gold. In turn, he cuddled against you, relaxing as he no longer felt sad about earlier.

For the first time in a long time..

He truly felt happy.

#oop this turned to fluff at the end #but cmon bro deserves it #clanask #pokepasta x reader #fnf hypno's lullaby x reader #hypno's lullaby x reader #lost silver x reader #angst/horror prompt #fluff

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howlingday · 1 year

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The Schnee Family

Whitely: According to the schedule, in less than five minutes, we will begin family discussions regarding the company's global control.

Weiss: I really doubt we'll actually discuss anything.

Winter: I'm willing to bet lien that you're wrong.

Jacques: (Enters) Children, welcome. The others should be joining us shortly.

Winter: Others?

Bleiss: (Walks in) Ugh, this place still smells like old people taint... (Sees siblings) Oh! Ahem! ...Greetings, dearest family.

Weiss: What is SHE doing here?

Jacques: She is just as much a part of this family as the rest of you, Weiss.

Weiss: That's easy for you to say; I've actually LIVED with her!

Jacques: And YOU literally threw me in prison!

Bleiss: Really? Shit, I wish I was there.

Weiss: He's exaggerating.

Winter: Is he, though? You did throw him pretty hard into that cell with your glyphs.

Bleiss: (Laughs) I forgot what it was like having a family! And how much I fucking hate it.

Jacques: Enough bickering! You're all gathered here for one purpose...

Schneebling: To help take over the world.

Jacques: Okay! Well... Yes. Yes, that is why you are all gathered here.

Bleiss: Okay, no. I have a better idea, Jackie. Why don't we all participate in a nice, healthy family activity?

Jacques: I refuse.

Bleiss: Come on~! A little family competition never hurt anyone.

Whitely: I... can't help but agree. There are innumerable statistics to support her claim that competitions are healthy. I suggest a contest to see who can suck the most dick.

Bleiss: Up-bup-bup! Don't listen to him! Let's start with something simple. Perhaps a family game?

Whitely: Hide and suck dick?

Bleiss: Wh- No! Dammit, Whitely! That is not a family game!

Winter: I refuse to associate myself with this degenerate.

Bleiss: Oh, come on, Winny! I'm just as much your sister as you are mine~.

Winter: All the more reason for me to throw up elsewhere. (Leaves)

Bleiss: Hmph... What about you, sister? What's your suggestion?

Weiss: Oh, so now my opinion matters?

Bleiss: Okay, look, I was kind of preoccupied-

Weiss: Debasing yourself until you were Jaune's pig-slut?

Bleiss: That's not what he calls me.

Weiss: That's what you are, and you know it!

Bleiss: I didn't intend for those photos to be leaked! They were for my private collection!

Weiss: I'm aware, because you only share them with me!

Jacques: Enough bickering! Children, we must seize this opportunity to take over- WAH!

Willow: (Drops glyph, Jacques falls down) Oops! Was that me? I'm so sorry... Sometimes I forget my own strength. (Notices Bleiss) You're... Gelé's girl, aren't you? My, look at how you've grown. Last I saw you, I was holding you in my arms. Who would have thought you'd have grown to be so beautiful?

Bleiss: Haha, yeah... Uh, who's the MILF?

Weiss: Oh, that's right. You never officially met our mother.

Bleiss: Wait... HE FUCKS?!

Whitely: Uh, I can confirm that, for a time, our father did indeed fuck.

Bleiss: OH GOD, I SEE IT WHEN I CLOSE MY FUCKING EYES! ARGH! (Falls backwards)

Willow: Fufufu... I've heard you've become quite the huntress, and have even managed to court a handsome young man at that. Perhaps you can bring him to the manor for a proper introduction? If you permit, of course.

Bleiss: Ahem! Uh, y-yes, of course.

Jacques: This is blasphemy! I will not be usurped in my own home! AGAIN!

Weiss: (Readies glyph) I regret nothing.

Bleiss: Okay, can we all calm the fuck down?

Knock, knock, knock

Gyeiss: Oh, um, is this, like, a totally bad time?

Jacques: ...I can explain.

Bleiss: Oh, you mother FU

#rwby #devilartemis #jacques schnee #winter schnee #weiss schnee #whitely schnee #whitley schnee #bleiss schnee #willow schnee #gyaru weiss schnee #gyeiss #gyaru weiss au #gyaru weiss

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resurrection-of-soul · 3 months

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Flashback | BIOHAZARD 8

Writer: Akira (日日日)

Characters: Keito, Kaoru, Koga, Rei

Rei: (Ughhh… No way~ My former self is so embarrassing~) (What're you acting so cocky for? Be more honest!)

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Time: Minutes later.

Location: Inside the underground live house's karaoke room.

Keito: What is this place?

Kaoru: What do you mean, what? It's karaoke, y'know? Karaoke. Mr. Honor Student, are you seriously so "all work, no play" that you've never been to a place like this?

Keito: No, even I know what karaoke is. What I'm asking is, why is there a place like this in the back room of a live music house?

Kaoru: My household's pretty strict in various ways, y'know? So I was like, let's give expanding the business a go~ I had soundproof practice rooms with full-scale professional equipment installed back here, but it totally flopped with the customers.

Koga: Hmph. 'Course it ended up like that. Yumenosaki students should be way more interested in a facility like that than anyone else, but none a' those assholes have any interest in makin' music at all.

Kaoru: Yup. That's why I decided to repurpose this practice room as a karaoke room, making it more accessible to the general public. It's a new feature at our store~

Koga: (Oh yeah, I remember this.)

Kaoru: (I totally put my blood, sweat, and tears into managing that business, y'know? I worked real hard to learn aaall sorts of things...) (But towards the end, we became like an emergency shelter for those who couldn't fit in at Yumenosaki, and those kids actually made use of the practice rooms for their intended purpose.) (So even though I went through all the trouble of renovating this room into a karaoke room, it wasn't long before I ended up having to put it back the way it was. We didn't have enough practice rooms, y'know?)

Kaoru: (Ahh, this is so nostalgic... I really did give it my all, huh.)

Koga: (You shoulda spared some a' that energy for your studies n' idol activities. I pretty much never saw you at school back then.)

Kaoru: (Well, y'know~ I was like, totally not into that kinda stuff at the time ♪)

Kaoru: Hmm~? This is like, super weird?

Keito: What is it? Did you find something suspicious?

Kaoru: Nah, more like the opposite. Sakuma-san was supposed to be waiting for us here, but I can't find him.

Keito: …Sakuma-san came personally? Just what does he want from me after all this time?

Koga: Oh, oh! I'm gonna get to see Sakuma-senpai! Woohoo, I've been waitin' for this! ☆

Koga: (…God, I was such a die-hard fanboy back then, it's seriously embarrassin'.)

Kaoru: (You can still be pretty embarrassing about him nowadays, y'know~?)

Rei: Heeey. Kept you waitin', huh. My bad… I got caught by a scary guy, y'see~ I had to explain all sortsa stuff to get 'im off my back, but it ate up a lotta time. Man, it sure is rough bein' popular.

Keito: …...

Rei: Wow, you actually came, bouzu¹. What a law-abidin' citizen you are.

Keito: Bastard, you're the one who called me out here.

Rei: That's true, but… You've sure got some guts, showin' up in front of me again just like that. Aren't you embarassed? The other day, I thrashed you so soundly you'll never recover~ ♪

Keito: …...

Rei: (Ughhh… No way~ My former self is so embarrassing~)

Rei: (What're you acting so cocky for? Be more honest!)

Koga: (…Is that you, Sakuma-senpai?)

Kaoru: (Ah, just as I thought. Our real selves are totally following our past selves around, huh?)

Rei: (Indeed. 'Twould seem you two have already grasped the situation. At the moment, we are as like spirits, watching over our former selves.) (Alas, being forced to witness my past self's mortifying behavior from up close and personal is akin to being thrust into my own personal hell. What manner of sin have I committed to warrant such punishment?)

Koga: (Hah, this's your own fault. I ain't ashamed a' the way I live my life, so I've got no problem watchin' my past self behavin' like thi—)

Koga: AAAAAH! SAKUMA-SENPAI! AHHHHHH! I-I-I-IT'S AN HONOR TO SEE YOU AGAAAAAAAAIN!

Koga: (......)

Rei: (What remarkable mental fortitude you possess, Koga… Seeing this, can you still claim to feel no shame?)

Koga: (IapologizeI'membarrassing)

Kaoru: (Woah, how rare, Koga-kun's speaking formally. I'm better off than you two at least, but I'd still rather not be reminded how immature I used to be.) (Why's all this happening? It's probably related to the AIIE experiment somehow, right?)

Rei: (Mm… Tis difficult to speculate much further than that.) (Were I to hazard a guess, perhaps our dreams have become intertwined due to our brains all being connected to the same device.)

Koga: (Does it really work like that? Ain't dreams meant to be more— more personal, or whatever?)

Rei: (Who can say? Tis new, untried technology.)

Kaoru: (It's way too late to say this, but I'm, like, totally going to regret agreeing to participate in such a shady experiment, aren't I?)

Rei: (What is done cannot be undone, for there is no way to turn back time. We should focus our attentions on adapting and responding to the current situation as quickly as possible.)

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A term used to refer to buddhist monks, but also a somewhat old-fashioned, diminutive way of saying "boy" or "young man," kinda like calling someone "laddie."

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"Er. Ah..."

"Excuse me!"

A strange sort of shuffling can be heard behind Azama's head. Should he turn to look for its source, he'd find Sain in a state of distress. He's trying every method under the sun to look past him, but whether he ducks left, hops right, or tries to push his way past, the monk's movements perfectly block the knight's line of sight.

It has Sain stumped. Surely this can't all be on purpose, right?

"If it's no trouble, sir," he continues, delivering a gentle tap to the Hoshidan's shoulder, "Could you... Perhaps move out of the way? That mess of hair atop your head is stopping me from looking at all our ball beauties!"

(Well of course it's on purpose.)

For a moment, it almost seems as though the monk might entertain Sain's request. But. Hm. Well. No. Azama does not think he shall, not yet.

At the tap to his shoulder, he glances back, brows lifted.

And then brows dip, furrow in consternation as Sain continues. Oh dear. This won't do. This won't do at all.

"But it is a trouble, sir," the monk replies with a hum. "You see, I am perfectly content in my spot right here, and there is plenty room enough for you to harass the 'ball beauties' in places that are not right here."

The monk's smile is a bit tighter than the usual variety he might afford his opponents. Being insulted does that to a person, sometimes.

"And as for my beautiful mane, why, I never!"

The audacity of this man!

"Better this 'mess atop my head' than the clump of moss atop yours! Hmph!"

And with a swish and a splash of finality, Azama's champagne has somehow wound up dumped upside down over Sain's hair.

"Oops." Ah, there's the characteristic smile, blithe, unassuming. "That silly Air elemental, tsk, tsk~"

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Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Shin Maniac [Epilogue]

ー The scene starts with a flashback

Monologue

ーー Nii-san’s existence in this world,

is absolute.

Exactly because of that,

I want him to ackowledge my own strength.

And one day, I wish to surpass him.

Those were the only two desires,

inside my heart.

As frustrating as it may have been,

at the same time,

I felt as if it gave my life a purpose.

There was not a single person in this world,

who could raise questions about Nii-san’s strength or existence.

And I am trying to catch up with someone like that,

I simply did not have the time to waste on anything else.

I had to get closer to him, even if just one step.

As soon as I let down the pressure, I will get left behind.

It felt like chasing a shadow.

...Even though I felt that way.

ー The scene shifts to the inner courtyard at Banmaden

Butler: S-Shin-sama!? H-How did you get so badly injured...!?

Shin: ...Che...I made a careless blunder...

Butler: ...What on earth...?

Leader of the Vibora: ...This scoundrel had the nerve to run rampant on our land. Therefore, we gave him his rightful punishment.

Shin: Rightful? My ass. Ironic coming from the people who set up such a dirty trap...

Leader of the Vibora: However, I am fairly certain we had warned you many times beforehand, asking you not to cause any trouble on our territory.

Shin: Listen...I made myself very clear plenty of times as well, didn’t I?

The Demon World belongs to us Founders. There’s no ‘Vibora territory’ to start with!

Leader of the Vibora: ...Well then, if all Founders think that way, I do not mind recognizing it.

ーー In which case, I declare war.

Shin: War? Heck yeah, bring it on!

Butler: ...!! W-Wait, please...!

???: What is this turmoil about?

ー Carla arrives to the scene

Butler: Carla-sama! Thank god, just in time...

Leader of the Vibora: That name...So you are the infamous...

Carla: ...

Shin: Nii-san! There’s no need for you to participate in this quarrel.

I’ll fight in their little war and beat this guy and his goonsーー

Carla: ーー Watch your words, Shin.

Shin: ...!?

Leader of the Vibora: ...I see. It appears that you are someone I can talk to.

In which case, please bring your King...bring Giesbach here. Without the presence of the King, we cannot settle this conflict.

Carla: Unfortunately, he is absent at the moment.

And above all...Regardless of what the circumstances may be, I do not wish to summon him for something which may bring distress.

Leader of the Vibora: Hmph...So you are implying that I am not worth his time? Your kind sure thinks highly of themselves...

I said that you seem like someone reasonable earlier, but I take back those words.

Please pass this message to your King.

ーー I accept your declaration of war.

And that we will make sure to wipe all Founders off the surface of this earth!

Shin: ...! What did you say just nowーー

( It’s unforgivable for some puny Vibora to insult us Founders like that. )

( He deserves to die in the most horrible way imagineable. In fact, I’ll kill him right here on the spot...! )

Carla: ...Step back. Keep quiet for a bit. This is an order.

Shin: ( Wha...? Nii-san...? )

Carla: ーー Wait, Leader of the Vibora.

I do not believe it is worth waging war and involving many unrelated individuals over a farce caused by this dimwit over here.

Leader of the Vibora: ...Oh? Are you chickening out because you know that you cannot win this war?

Carla: If that is what you wish to believe, go ahead.

As his older brother...Allow me to apologize for his blunder in his place.

...Just like this.

ー Carla bows down

*Rustle*

Shin: ( Wha...!? Nii-san lowered his head... )

( Why...? Why would he do that to a Vibora...!? )

Leader of the Vibora: Hooh...This is the first time I’ve seen a Founder lower his head towards a Vibora.

ーー Not bad. Quite a pleasant sight, if I may say so.

Carla: ...

Shin: ...Nii-san...

Nii-san!! Raise your head!!

Carla: ...

Shin: Can’t you hear me!? A Founder should never have to bow their head down for a Vibora!!

Kill that guy! Just end him!! It’s such an easy to do for you, isn’t it!?

Right!? Nii-san!?

( You shouldn’t be doing this!! )

Leader of the Vibora: ...Fufu. This is painful to watch...

Shin: ...!

Leader of the Vibora: ーー Carla. I shall take you on your word and cancel the war.

However...I cannot go back empty-handed. I need to set an example for my people.

I suppose I could take the head of that guy over there back with me?

So, what will you do, Carla?

Carla: ...

Shin: Nii-san...! I’d be willing to sacrifice my life, so...!!

Carla: ...You can take my younger brother with you.

ーー However, only one of his eyes, that’s it.

Leader of the Vibora: Hahaha! What a joke!

Not only did the future King of Founders bow his head to me, but now you’re begging me to spare your brother’s life!? Pathetic!!

Shin: ...!

Carla: ...Shin, you heard me.

Kneel down in front of the Leader, and offer him your eye.

Shin: ...No.

Carla: Are you scared?

Shin: That’s not it!!

At this point, just kill me already...Put me out of my misery!!

I’m a proud and almighty Founder! I shouldn’t have to submit in front of a Vibora!

( And Nii-san...You are much, much grander than I am... )

( You are supposed to be someone out of my reach...Aren’t you!? )

( So why!? )

Carla: Shin. What you want simply does not matter at this point.

If you value your pride as a Founder that muchーー

ー The scene shifts to the night sky

Carla: ーー Then do not make a single sound.

Shin: ...!!!

*STAB*

Shin: Uu...Uaaaaaah!!

ー The scene shifts to the bedroom

Shin: ...

( My vision...is narrow...I guess it makes sense...since I lost one eye... )

...Hehe...Ahahaha.

( Even though my eye is gone, the last thing I saw with it has been engraved in my memory... )

( That sight of Nii-san...!! )

( Why? Just why!? You...You are...!! )

...Why...!?

Monologue

There was not a single person in this world,

who could raise questions;

about Nii-san’s strength or existence.

ーー Or at least, that’s how it was supposed to be.

My whole world,

crumbled apart so very easily.

Making me wonder,

what exactly I had been chasing this whole time?

Just how little am I worth,

if despite all of this,

I know very well that I am still no match for Nii-san?

The more I think about it,

the more my eye socket begins to ache.

I swear upon this pain,

that I shall never forget about today.

About this dreadful day.

ー The flashback ends as the scene shifts to the dungeon of the Tsukinami manor

Yui: ( ...I am...inside the dungeon...? )

Shin: ...

Yui: Shin-kun...Did I...die...?

Shin: ...Idiot. We wouldn’t be able to talk like this if you were, would we? You’re alive, don’t worry.

Nii-san...seems like he suddenly decided to hold back...

Yui: ( Thank god... )

Are you...alright...? You haven’t been injured?

Shin: Who do you think I am? I’m in tip-top shape again. ...Well, I did see somewhat of a bad dream though.

Anyway, you...Why did you do that? You could have very easily died back then.

Yui: But, I mean...

I didn’t want you to get hurt.

Shin: Hah...?

You don’t want the guy who has treated you like a toy this whole time to get hurt?

Yui: Exactly...

Shin: Listen, you...You’re a really bad liar, did you know that? I almost took you serious for a second.

I would get why you’d want me to get a good beating, but instead you want to keep me safe from harm...?

Yui: I’m serious.

Shin: ...

Yui: Listen, if I’m being honest, I’m kind of surprised myself...

I won’t deny that you’ve done plenty of horrible things to me.

So I think it’s fair if you choose not to believe me...

...However.

I swear that I genuinely did not want you to suffer any more.

ーー Your pain really hit home for me after all.

Shin: Hit home, you say? I can’t say I enjoy how you’re talking as if you relate to me.

Yui: ...I’m sure I’ll never be able to fully relate. But you know...

Still, suffering from something beyond your grasp...

That feeling of being overpowered...Like you’re just a slave or something...

Being reminded of just how powerless you truly are.

Shin: Your own powerlessness, huh...?

Yui: That is incredibly painful. I know that very well.

I feel like I understand now that both humans and Founders share that feeling...

Shin: ...

Yui: ( I guess he’s done with me... )

Shin: ...Haah...

You really are a fool.

Shin: Should you really be saying that to the guy who has been overpowering you?

You’re an idiot, for real...I can’t keep up with you.

Yui: Yeahーー Achoo!

Shin: You’re not only stupid but frail on top of that. You truly are hopeless.

Like I give a damn about someone like you. Enjoy shaking and shivering back there in your little corner.

Yui: Okay...I’m sorry for stepping out of line.

Shin: ...Why do you apologize?

Any normal person would expect some gratitude in return and get upset, no? You did risk your life to safe me after all.

Yui: Y-You think so...? But it’s not like you ever asked me to.

I did it because I wanted to, that’s it. So...

Shin: Hahー... This kind of pisses me off. The way how you’re acting like some kind of Saint.

Go ahead, make you feel good about yourself like that; But I hope that you realize you won’t gain anything with it.

Yui: ...Yeah...

Shin: ...

...Ahーー God! I’m so done with that attitude of yours...I want to just kill you. Actually, I think I will just kill you already...

But...Before I do.

Come on, scoot closer.

*Rustle rustle*

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“God...For some reason, I can’t just ignore you. Guess I have no other choice but to do this.”

“Don’t look at my face...This is just some weird ‘spur of the moment’ kind of thing...I’m not doing it for you or anything.”

Yui: Eh...!?

( Ah...He pulled me in his arms... )

U-Um...?

Shin: ...Did you know? Wolves will huddle up like this to share body warmth.

I’ll hold you like this for a bit...Before I kill you.

I mean, you’re still recovering from taking that blow so...I bet you still feel unwell?

I can imagine it’s a bit warmer and more comfortable like this?

Go and enjoy the moment before you meet your end.

Yui: ...Shin-kun...

Thank you.

Shin: Again with the ‘thank you’? Is that the only word in your dictionary? I don’t need your thanks. It means nothing after all.

Yui: Ahaha...

Shin: ...Just in case that wasn’t clear already, this makes us even, okay?

Yui: ...Yeah, thanks.

Shin: For the millionth time, I don’t need your gratitude. I don’t want it, so take those words back.

Yui: ...Okay...

( But still, thank you... )

Shin: ...God...You look totally relaxed...

...Haah...

Yui: ( How strange. I used to be absolutely terrified of being with him but...Right now...I can feel at ease... )

Shin: ...I’m really sick and tired of it...

Even though Nii-san and I...are undoubtedly blood-related brothers...

...Why are we so...?

...

Yui: Shin-kun...

( I don’t know what to say to him right now... )

( No, I’m sure that anything I’d say would just be futile. )

ー The scene shifts to the outside of the Tsukinami manor

Mertz: ...

A Founder and a human relating to each other...

...How interesting...

This is a truly fascinating outcome. Fufu...!

ー He walks away

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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