#grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr fuck that discord link fuck it so hard

[hella1975]

Hi, so, like the, the discord link, it's, invalid, so, please?

i have relinked this fucking discord.........so many times............so many......... it's like a weekly thing............. how are there still more of you wanting to join it............im both flattered and terrified and exhausted.......... i'll do it now love

#grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr fuck that discord link fuck it so hard #wait #fuck it hard (violent) not fuck it hard (sexual) just so we're clear #did i really need to say that? no. could i have gone back and reworded it? absolutely #suffer #ask

[ultrasopp]

thought saying it once would be enough but. well. tog fandom is racist and objectifying as hell and if you interact with me and you’re part of That discord server im blocking you on sight, so just. keep to yourself lol. im not wasting my energy on racists in a fandom im not even active in

#literally all of u are insane. if u follow me for tog and you are in That discord server i am talking abt you. fuck off im so tired of u all #i am on the sidelines i am literally not active in any discussion here i only see snippets here and there from mutuals #and yet somehow i have far better grasp of whats being said than any of u? literally delusional thinking nd xtreme victim complexes all over #if i can sit by myself and use my brain to think critically (and empathically!) for one second- #-then so can u when multiple people write nuanced and calm heads-ups n link multiple articles n studies on the subject. its not fucking hard #keep saying im shocked and speechless at how balantly racist n islamophobic the fandom is but. again. im shocked and speechless #and no i dont give a shit who tops thats not why im repulsed by ppl in the server. even tho its REALLY fucking weird and objectifying af lol #txt #ALRIGHT IM DONE LMAO. too many were in my notes from my last art had to get it out of the system #from now on its blocked on sight

[oworiio]

(greasy) gamer boy chifuyu scenarios + visuals.

cw: 🔞 ! discord, reddit, masturbation, pet play, vaginal sex, anal play (?), thigh riding, daddy kink, cock warming, exhibition, blowjobs. nicknames: master, puppy, daddy, baby.

tagging: @tooweirdforyou, @takenyoomies, @chloe-nanami, @baji-san.

— note: this might be rushed... & not proof read like always oops.

You met him purely by chance, needing more friends to play games with. Stumbling upon 'Gaming and Anime.' Perfect! You loved games and anime, two birds and one stone, right?

It started with you chatting with a random member nicknamed ‘Master Chifuyu.’ Corny, but you didn’t really care. Getting to know him was amazing, charming, likes the same games and anime as you, good at games, easy to talk to— not to mention his voice was so attractive and god, when he revealed his face, you swore you were about to ride your goddamn screen.

No fair at all, discord mods were usually fucking horrendous inside and out. God was truly looking over you, he found you attractive and he lived close to you too! That’s how your ‘relationship’ started.

— 1 visuals: link (it's a car but just pretend)

Chifuyu was a horny bastard, never having a girlfriend for long enough to have sex with. He had a porn addiction, sadly— You caught him in the act a couple of times, cock in hand with him desperately jerking off to some videos he found on Reddit. It actually made you kinda sad. I mean, he has a girlfriend for a reason. You were always willing to help him if he was horny or stressed.

Panting and sighing as he tried not to moan as his palm met his sensitive head. Porn with loud fake moans blaring out of his headset as you entered, dropping your bags and immediately forgetting whatever you were gonna say.

“Oh- oh shit! Baby! I didn’t know you were comin’ over.” The male gasps, shutting off whatever he had playing on his monitor, turning his chair around to face you— completely shadowing the fact his hard cock was in front of you.

God he had a decent size, extremely thick too. “‘M sorry Y/N, promise. I just-” his words completely fly through you. Now you were turned on as you just gawked at his sex, running over to assist your boyfriend, dropping to your knees.

Your hands gripped to his shaft as you looked up at him, stroking it softly. "Hah- baby you really don't have to-"

"I know. I wanna help." You cut him off, staring at his face as he tries not to moan out and fuck into your hands, so cute.

— 2 visuals: link, link

Something you learned as you finally started having a sexual relationship is that Chifuyu liked cosplay. Actually he loved it when you did it, started making you cosplay his favorite characters just for him to fuck you and soil your costume with his cum. But the thing he loved most was when you’d pretend to be his pet. Collar, leash, everything. Even started making you wear butt plugs with a tail attached to it.

“Fu- Master it hurts, s'so big!” You whined as he stretched your insides with every inch, he was so thick.

“Shh, it’s only for a little bit, promise.” He cooed, grunting as his whole length bottomed inside of your cunt. That tail up your ass was making you tighter than ever, gummy walls squeezing around his fat length.

“Calm down or master won't last long.."

He rubs your ass as he starts slow, the pain quickly turning into pleasure. “So good, master!” your babbling comes out muffled as you face the pillow, gripping the sheets beside you—moving your hips with him, tail bouncing. “Want your cock so badly.” Your collar jingled with each stroke.

“Don’t worry puppy, master will take care of you.”

— 3 visuals: link, link, link

At times, Chifuyu would neglect you sexually. It would be about a week or two since he’s even touched your cunt. He's been too caught up in his game to even pay attention to you. Only ever interacting with you when he asks you to hand him another Monster in the fridge. But you were needy and wanting some sorta stimulation. Handing him his drink but instead of leaving, you sat on his lap. The end result is something you didn’t want, but you weren’t ungrateful for either.

Holding onto his neck, hugging him as you huff and whimper into his ear. Mindlessly grinding your naked sex all over his thigh as he continues to play his game.

"Daddy!" you whine, holding onto him as he ignores your existence— your cunt getting wetter with each hump to your clit. The moaning did get to Chifuyu, cock aching in his pants as he tries to focus on CSGO, he sighs.

"Fuck, let daddy game. Please, baby?"

If you were lucky and you did that, Chifuyu would allow you to sit on his cock, but he wouldn’t move. And you better not even try to bounce on it either, any type of movement reverts his attention to your sopping cunt and not the game.

"'Fuyu please move, please! Do anything for it!" You whine, grinding your hips against his pelvis, the stimulation mixed with his cock stirring inside you made your cunt leak, liquid dribbling to his chair.

"Shut up."

His crude reply makes you suck your teeth, pouting with a 'hmph!' but you obey, allowing him to enjoy his time. When Chifuyu would get frustrated at his game, he'd thrust inside of you, grunting and cursing at his screen.

But it wasn't all bad, if you were being a brat he'd just straight up forget his game, fucking you like a cock sleeve.

"Hah- Daddy, fuck- m'sorry!" You cry out, his grip on your hips will definitely leave a mark after.

"Shut your mouth, You were begging for this." You mewl at his response, the handle on his desk tightens as he gets more rough, wood and electronics thumping against the wall.

— 4

But neglect like that got even worse when he started streaming, completely shutting you out as he focused more on his streams. You were jealous, not only was he not paying attention to you, but he was paying more attention to his server and female viewers more than you.

You were fed up, the reminders and talks did nothing but give you a 'I get it already.' and sighs, he was so caught up in this bullshit he's practically throwing away his relationship.

It was another one of his 4PM streams, Minecraft again. You came up with a perfect plan to get back at him— which kinda benefits him but who's really paying attention.

Crawling under your boyfriend's desk as he continues to pay attention to his stream, not batting an eye at you as he actively makes jokes with them. Curious hands find his thighs, two fingers stepping and trailing over to his crotch, unzipping and unbuttoning his jeans, finally acknowledging your presence.

“What are you doing?” He whispers to you, but you just smirk at him pulling his pants along with his boxers to his thighs he gasps. Looking back up, he forgot he was streaming.

“Ah, heh.” He scratches his head, nervously laughing. “Sorry guys my cat is playing under the table, You guys met Peke J, right?”

You scoff at his quick thinking, grabbing his shaft, quickly licking a fat strip on his slit, he sighs.

You continue your ministrations, sliding it in and out of your mouth, you wish you could see his face as he tries his hardest not to look out of the ordinary. But eventually he learns to shut you out, cocking a brow at his sudden neglection.

You weren't gonna let him enjoy his stream. Not a chance, downing his whole length inside of your throat, making sure you choked, he groans in response, legs squirming underneath his desk.

"Sorry guys." He clears his throat.

"I gotta the end stream, my pet's giving me problems."

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #chifuyu smut #chifuyu x reader #chifuyu matsuno x reader #chifuyu matsuno smut

[thesolferino]

True Calling

⤷ dream x f!reader.

⤷ word count: 3.9k

⤷ requested: yes, by this lovely anon!

— summary: dream meets his favorite singer on an among us livestream.

“Dude, what could go wrong? Just do it.”

“What could go wrong?! Literally so many things, you ass.” 

Dream heard Sapnap sigh through the mic right into his headphones, the dim grey of his Discord background doing barely anything to illuminate his features as he stared at his open messages blankly.

“First of all, don’t.. speak to me like that, I am doing you a favour by sitting here and listening to you panic about stupid shit. Second of all, nothing big could go wrong. What, you’re a little awkward in the beginning, maybe, and that’s it.” Dream adjusted his headphones a little bit, Sapnap’s rant flowing into his ears but dissipating somewhere halfway to his brain, because, yes, things could go wrong and he can’t be proven otherwise.

“Did you forget that I’m a public figure? And that my fans are insane? I say one wrong thing and it’ll be memed and haunt me in my dreams. Did you forget that SHE’s a public figure? And that this is live? God…” he retorts back, listening to Sapnap helplessly sigh once again in response. He anxiously switches from his Discord to Twitter, then to YouTube, to Twitch and then back to Discord, frantically clicking around. In reality, he knows Sapnap is right, and it’s anxiety whispering into his ear that he’s gonna somehow fuck up, but maybe it’s simply easier to stay and argue with him into the night instead of actually responding to that message.

The stream is still going. Quackity’s voice speaks over Sapnap’s quiet breathing. “Damn, he’s still not responding. Um, let me try Tubbo, maybe?” 

Before he knows it, the opportunity to join the stream is slipping out of his fingers, and Dream isn’t sure if he’s happy about that or not. On one hand, he gets to meet one of his favorite artists whose album he’s played way too many times to count, and on the other, the chances of him embarrassing himself in front of that same artist and a hundred thousand other people are extremely high, and he’s not sure if he likes the odds of that.

“Man, I don’t know. You won’t listen to me, anyway. Don’t join if you don’t want to.” Dream hears the annoyed tinge in Sapnap’s voice, and that’s what pours the last bit of courage into his veins because the best way to do anything in life is to follow Sapnap’s advice after you’ve already irritated him to the point of defeat, and he murmurs a quick “bye” and hangs up before the other can even respond, typing a rapid “Sure, send me the VC link” back to Quackity. 

He hears a delighted exhale coming from his Twitch tab just as Quackity forwards him the link. “Okay, nevermind, we’ve got Dream! He’ll join in a second.” 

With that, he swiftly closes the Twitch tab and with an encouraging sip of water, he finally joins the Discord voice chat with the rest of the players. Your Discord image sticks out like a sore thumb to him despite being a super basic, Googleable picture of you that he’s probably seen a million times by now, and upon seeing it, reality slaps him right over the face and he realises that, oh shit, he actually joined.

“Hey everyone.” Dream speaks into the mic and a mix of excited voices greets him at the same time as he loads up the game. Your icon is missing the green halo. He stares at it, as if you’ll magically speak up if he stares long and hard enough. That, apparently, works.

Pokimane’s “Dream, hi!” seems to set something off in your brain, and you speak again.

“Oh, Dream?” the green halo appears, and Dream resists the urge to say something stupid or bite his hand or anything of the sort when you say his name. “Aren’t you the guy who listens to my music all the time?” you giggle.

Quackity laughs loudly in his usual fashion, and Dream feels his hands go cold as the Among Us loading page pops up. “Wh-huh?” 

“Yeah, you-you listen to my music a lot! Your fans always tag me under that… ‘Dream’s Spotify’ Twitter account, I remember you.” Dream swears his heart is about to jump out of his chest and start bouncing around on the floor because his ribs are way too restrictive for that type of movement, but he tries his best to play it cool and laughs lightheartedly.

“I do! I’m, like, your biggest fan.” he grins, as if you can see him, and you laugh in return.

“Yeah, man, you pay my rent. Thanks.” you say and a couple of people laugh while Dream inputs the code and his character finally pops up, immediately running around like the rest of the group. He runs around your purple character and hears you chuckle as you run around him too, but not for long, because the game starts and everyone mutes themselves. He audibly sighs, because he can afford to, considering he’s not streaming and nobody can hear the amount of courage this whole thing is taking him. 

A notification pops up on his screen - the Dream Team group chat seems to be talking. Must’ve already found some way to make fun of me, he thinks to himself as he huffs out a large breath and runs through cafeteria and weapons to do his tasks in navigation. Corpse is hot on his tail the whole time, and not to say he’s an untrustworthy guy, but Dream isn’t really looking forward to getting killed before even speaking to you properly, so he runs around, trying to find somebody to stick with so Corpse doesn’t shove a knife in his back while he’s doing a task. 

Thankfully, Karl emerges somewhere from the direction of storage right into communications where Dream was going, too. Just as Dream starts finishing download and Corpse and Karl line up behind him, his screen flashes bright red and white and the bold letters “Dead body reported” pop up. Everyone unmutes themselves and his eyes bore into your character, immediately.

“Alright, the body was in top left of the… uh, upper engine. I need everyone’s positions.” Rae immediately spoke.

“I was in electrical, I-I went through cafeteria to the upper engine with Poki, there was nobody there, we did our tasks, went down to lower engine, then Poki left with Toast, and I went to electrical and the body was reported.” Sykkuno said, and Pokimane confirmed with a hum of agreement.

“Dream?” Rae asked, and he spoke up.

“I never even went that way, I went through weapons to nav, and then to communications, and then the body was found. Corpse can vouch for me because he was following me the entire time and I kinda thought he was gonna kill me. And Karl saw me in communications, us three were all together when you… reported the body.” He rambled, trying to defend himself.

“Yeah, it’s true, he was with me the whole time.” Corpse supported.

“Karl, which way did you get to communications?” Toast asked.

“Uh, through storage.” Karl replied quickly.

“That’s funny, ‘cause I was in security, and I could swear I saw you walk past.” Toast said, and a couple of “ooh”s echo through the call.

“That makes no sense because even if I did go that way, I wouldn’t have time to get to communications and start doing my task with Dream and Corpse if I killed Ethan! And Rae, you-you saw me do my task in storage!” Karl loudly defended himself.

“...that… that’s true, yeah.” she said.

“If you ask me, Toast, you’re being real sus for lying about that.” Karl threw it back at Toast, who protested.

“Listen, I didn’t say you killed anybody, I just said I saw someone run past!” he claimed.

“Bretman and Y/N are being real quiet, though.” Corpse points out, and the green halo around your icon lights up once again.

“Oh shit, I didn’t realise I was muted. Sorry, guys.” you laughed. “Um, I was with… Quackity, in… what’s that shit on the right called?”

“O2.” Quackity quickly jumped in.

“Right, O2. I went to… top left, first, and I did my tasks there, and then to weapons and then to O2, and then the body was reported.”

“You were in top left?” Rae repeated.

“Yeah.”

“And was there anyone with you?”

“Um… no? I was alone, and then I saw Quackity in top right, and then we went to, uh, O2 together.” you said and Corpse sighed loudly.

“That means she could’ve had the time to kill Ethan and run.” Toast points out.

“Hey! I didn’t kill anyone! I don’t even know how this game works…” you whined into the mic and Quackity laughed.

“Yeah, I dunno Y/N, you were dancing real suspiciously around me…” he said, causing you to defend yourself louder.

“Why would I kill anyone?! I don’t even know how to do that, I’m a nice person!”

“I don’t think she did it, guys.” Dream pipes up, tugging at the wire of his headphones absentmindedly.

“Shut up, you simp.” Quackity fires back instantly, making everyone in the call laugh, including Dream.

“Damn right, I’m a Y/N simp. She can do no wrong. I mean, look at that innocent face! She did nothing, I’m-I’m sure.” He argued, making you cover your mouth and giggle.

“Their face is literally the same as everyone’s! We’re all astronauts!” Rae protested, but Dream kept shaking his head.

“No, hers is more innocent.” he said. “Toast, why are you so set on accusing everyone, anyway?”

“Oh, you’re so not attacking Toast right now-”

“Guys, I think we should skip.” Sykkuno pipes up to calm the conversation, and everyone agrees, even though most of them mumble “sus” under their breath as soon as they mute their mics.

Dream’s tiny green astronaut stomps his way over to the left side immediately, changing paths this time and making his way into the Upper Engine, trying to finish his tasks in time and possibly find someone to accompany him so he at least doesn’t have to argue over his alibi. He had four tasks left, two of them in Upper Engine, so after that he was free to roam around wherever his heart desired. Just as he started doing one of them, he watched your purple character step in and run circles around him, earning you a quiet laugh that he didn’t know he uttered until he heard himself do it and silently scolded himself for getting that flustered at something so simple.

The two of you did your tasks together before going down to reactor. Just as Dream started doing one of his tasks, a dead body was reported again and he unmuted himself as Toast immediately started borderline yelling into his headphones. 

“Bretman just killed Sykkuno RIGHT in front of me. I literally watched him do it. He killed Sykkuno in COLD BLOOD.” he confidently claimed and Dream, quite uninterested, grabbed his bottle of water and lightly sipped on it, wiping beads of sweat resting right above his eyebrows with his forearm, blindly looking around the darkness, trying to get his eyes to adjust looking away from the computer screen. His eyes searched for the window - it was open, just enough to let a fresh breeze inside, but it never seemed to do that, letting humid air in with open arms like a welcome guest. Florida is fucking hell, he thinks, gulping down some more water.

“No, I didn’t! I seriously did not, he’s the one who killed him and is trying to frame me now. I swear to God, Toast…” Bretman shouted into his worn mic, trying to argue back. 

“Yeah, to be honest, Bretman, you were silent the whole time when Ethan died.” Rae reasoned, earning quite a lot of “ooh”s and causing little “voted” signs to appear next to Poki, Toast and Karl’s names as Bretman tried his best to fight back.

“I didn’t know I was muted the whole time! You know I’m bad at this! Why would I... you know what, nevermind! Vote me! Vote me! You’ll see when Toast kills you all, I don’t care anymore. I literally saw-”

Dream slumps further into his chair, sure that the foam would have a dent of his body shape imprinted even when he’s long gone from it, and unlocks his phone with a quiet sigh. He opens Discord, and wishes he hadn’t, because Sapnap and George are always on the front lines and ready to make fun of him at any chance possible. He types back a stupid joke, calling them losers, but before he can press send, a Twitter notification pops up on his phone that almost makes his painfully sweaty hands lose grip of the phone. 

“this is so boring” your message reads, from your official Twitter account. Dream blinks a few times, and looks up from his phone to observe his murky, empty room, eyes flashing from the window to the ripped chocolate bar wrapper that somehow made its way onto the floor to a cup of coffee from this afternoon. Did the humid air finally get to him? Hallucinations?

He clicks on the notification - it proves to not be a product of his imagination, after all. Three dots dance around on his screen cheerfully, but they suddenly stop. His ears tune in. Bretman is still defending his honor. Something else must’ve interrupted you. His shaky hands barely hit the right letters.

He takes a handful of screenshots amidst his euphoria, and forwards them to the group chat with no caption besides an emoji sticking its tongue out - he wants to tell them to suck his dick, or something along those lines, but your message remains a priority as he rushes back to the Twitter app to reply.

“Right” he manages to write without a typo. “They’re annoying”

Three dots immediately return to his screen like a happy memory, and he almost can’t believe you’re texting back so fast. George would probably humble him by saying it’s because you have nothing better to do, but what George doesn’t know can’t hurt him, Dream supposes, and clicks on your profile instinctively as he adjusts his headphones on one ear. By the time you finish typing your message, the group decided to vote out Bretman, who ended up not being an imposter.

The three dots disappear as quick as they came, and so does the anticipation that bubbled up in Dream’s throat as he sourly leaves to finish the rest of his tasks. The rest of the game stays as boring as it started, save for the giggles and hushed laughter that came from you at every few jokes he made - of which he made quite a lot, in a desperate attempt to make you laugh, at least a little bit. Of course, Quackity was there every step of the way to accidentally mention how Dream sounded a lot more hype and alive during this game than he does ever, but you win some, you lose some, eh?

In the next game you actually decided to set up proximity chat, so of course Dream followed you around everywhere, hot on your tail at all times - what else is he supposed to do, when the chance presented itself, really?

“Are you imposter?” His character obnoxiously ran circles around you as you did your wires task slowly and unsurely since this stream was your first time playing.

“No, but I wouldn’t tell you even if I was, dummy.” You replied, running around his own character briefly before running up to do the rest of your tasks, watching the green astronaut follow you close behind. 

“Why not?” Dream questioned, eyes following all your movements since he didn’t have anything better to do considering he finished all his tasks. 

“Do you not know how this game works?”

“Yeah, but you’d tell me, right? I wouldn’t… rat you out.” He heard a sigh coming through his headphones in response, and his grin widened just a little, watching your character walk away from him.

“I know you wouldn’t.” you replied. “I’ll tell you if I’m imposter, I guess.”

“You wouldn’t kill me, would you?” Dream spoke into his mic, reaching to fix it and realising the way his hand trembled a little, fully aware he was walking the line between flirty and obnoxious more than usual. He lowered his gaze just to see his keyboard reflect the light of the computer back to him - the sweat from his palms seemed to seep onto the keyboard. He refused to think about the mocking things his best friends would say if they found out how nervous he was just to talk to you. 

“No, of course not! I wouldn’t be able to kill you.” You chirped just as a dead body was discovered and the two of you were torn from the conversation. 

In the next one, his screen flashed an ominous black and red with the word “Impostor” and your purple character stood proudly next to his green one, and he snickered to himself, adjusting his headphones one more time (the more he did it, the more he was convinced it was one of those anxious habits of his).

Shifting in his chair, he started moving and couldn’t believe his eyes when he realised the two of you managed to lock yourselves in a room with Corpse and Sykkuno, accomplishing a double kill in barely the first two minutes of the game. The two of you vented while Dream muttered curses under his breath, breaking out in a sweat wondering if you’re going to get caught or not as you casually hummed to a random tune while faking tasks, hitting the notes in such an effortless way that it made Dream relax and get even more nervous at the same time. It didn’t take too long before the body was found, and you seemed to adapt to the game very quickly, as Dream just sat back most of the time and watched you stretch out a whole essay on why you and Dream could NOT have been imposters. 

“Why would they stick together the whole time? Couldn’t they get at least someone else to vouch for them?” Toast complained. 

“Girl, Dream wants some… alone time with Y/N, obviously.” Bretman said, despite being the one most sus of you in the first place, forcing laughter out of the whole lobby, Dream’s sticking out the most as his mood constantly swayed from finding the whole thing funny to being worried sick if you actually find him weird.

“Exactly! And we’re gonna have our alone time if we want to, thank you very much.” 

Well, Dream thinks, taking a stressed gulp of water from his bottle, at least we cleared that one up.

“I don’t think that sounded the way you wanted it to, Y/N.” Karl pipes up, making Quackity burst into another fit of loud laughter, and you immediately protested.

“It sounded exactly the way I wanted it to! Now, vote Rae or else.” 

When the meeting was over, he ran after you through cafeteria, grin splitting out on his face before he even spoke.

“You’re pretty…” his silence extended as he watched your character stare at his. “...pretty smart.”

You snorted. “Right. You’re pretty…” you extended your silence in return, mocking him. “...too.”

His heart jumps. “You forgot a word there.” he says as you stomp out to storage.

“I said what I said, Dreamy.” 

He swears this can’t be healthy for his blood pressure. In the corner of his eye, Discord notifications pop up like crazy. The boys must be watching your stream. His heart swells with both pride and dread, knowing he’s about to be called something along the lines of pretty Dreamy for the next two months.

“How do you know I’m pretty? You’ve never even seen my face.” Dream replies as heat creeps up like a spirit rising from soil, from the back of his neck, seeping into his ears and cheeks somewhat equally. His eyes dart to the window again. Of course it’s the stupid Florida weather that has him burning up, flustered. Maybe he should open another window.

“Is this an invitation to see it?” you say, a teasing tone clinging off your voice and he can practically hear you smiling. 

“No, I’m just saying! If you want to see it, though, that… that can be arranged.” he bites his lip as a physical attempt of holding back the smile that breaks out as he waits for your response, chest puffing in both nervousness and odd confidence.

“Can it? I mean, I don’t need to see it, I just know already, you have those… pretty boy vibes. But I wouldn’t…” you chuckle. “...be opposed to seeing it, for sure. Don’t count on me not to leak the pictures, though. I want the clout.”

“What do you MEAN you want the clout, you’re Y/N! You don’t need clout from a Minecraft YouTuber!” He argues back, a small wheeze escaping him mid sentence as you giggle and run around, with him following your every move.

“You keep my fucking lights on, man! Whenever your Spotify Twitter account thingy tweets that you’re listening to my stuff, the streams go up! I need your clout.” you say as you run into admin and snap Toast’s neck and run back out casually, as if nothing happened. 

“Yeah, that’s how me listening to your songs on repeat works.” he says and you let out some sort of irritated groan.

“Shut up, smartass.” Just as you say that, somebody seems to find the body and you’re pulled into a meeting, where Rae susses both of you immediately.

“No, because both of you are always together! And someone always spots you walking by the place where the bodies are found! At some point that can’t be a coincidence, right?” she accuses, practically yelling into the mic.

“Of course they’re always together, check- check fuckin’ Twitter! They’re trending on like three different spots already!” Quackity jumps in, loud as always, and the lobby gives off mixed reactions.

“What? We are?” Dream asks, and Quackity confirms with a “yeah, man! Check!” and so he complies, quickly pulling out his phone to check the trending tabs. Sure enough, among the politics and sports, “DREAM Y/N”, “PRETTY BOY” and “DREAM FACE” are crammed, sat at 7th, 14th and 18th place, respectfully. A satisfied grin breaks out on his face. At least they see it, too.

“This has to be the first time Dream has trended for something heterosexual.” Karl points out, earning loud laughter from Quackity and Bretman, less loud on your part.

“Exactly! We’re a power couple! Stay mad!” You shouted, with Dream supporting you in the background, although still shyly adjusting his headphones every few seconds, unable to comprehend that oh, this is actually happening.

Both of you get voted out during the next few minutes, but that really means nothing to Dream - they actually do him quite a favor, because the two of you get to excuse yourselves and he sees those three familiar dots dance on his screen again as he leans back into his chair with a dopey grin, playing with the strings of his sweatpants, waiting for your next and next and next message. 

He opens Discord on his computer to type one last message into the groupchat before turning it off for the night:

Dream (03:14): maybe Minecraft wasn’t my calling after all

Dream (03:14): can’t believe I just met my soulmate on Among Us

#dream x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #dream imagine #dreamwastaken imagine #dream fanfic #dreamwastaken fanfic #dream fluff #dream x you #dreamwastaken x you #dream x y/n #dreamwastaken x y/n #mcyt imagine #mcyt fanfic #mcyt x reader

[storiesforallfandoms]

proposition ~ corpse husband

word count: 1880

request?: no

description: in which her friend invites her to play video games with them and she decides to playfully proposition the stranger with the deep voice

pairing: corpse x female!

warnings: swearing

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You had been bored out of your skull until you got a message from Sean asking you to play Among Us with some of his friends. You had met some of his closest friends, like Felix and Mark, of course, but he made sure to warn you that there would be some new people in this group. While that made you a little anxious, you knew that playing a video game would help you to warm up to the new people.

Sean sent you a link to the Discord call and you joined almost immediately. You weren’t sure if anyone else was in the call, so you didn’t speak for a moment while you set up the game. It wasn’t until an unnaturally low voice spoke that you realized you weren’t alone.

“Hello?”

You jumped at the voice, shocked that just that one word made your heart race a million miles a minute.

“H-Hello?” you responded.

“Who’s this?” the voice asked.

“Who’s this?” You immediately cringed at the lame response.

The voice chuckled, another sound that made your heart race. “I asked you first.”

“I’m (Y/N),” you finally responded. “I’m friends with Sean.”

“Oh yeah, he’s mentioned you a few times. I’m Corpse, I’m friends with Dave and Felix.”

“Corpse?” you question. “Is that your real name?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

You couldn’t help but smile at this. You were shocked at how fast you were warming up to Corpse, but there was just something about him that was just so warm and welcoming.

The two of you talked for some time until Sean popped into the chat. “Geez, (Y/N), you fucking nerd. You’re so early.”

“I had no other plans tonight!” you argued.

Corpse’s low chuckle alerted Sean that he was in the chat as well. “Ah, (Y/N) I see you’ve met deep daddy.”

Your face burned with blush, although you weren’t sure why. “Wait, deep daddy? Please tell me you guys don’t actually call in that.”

“Jason does,” came the familiar voice of Felix as he joined the chat. “Can’t blame him, Corpse’s voice even makes me question my marriage with Marzia.”

The more people that joined, the more jokes that were made about Corpse’s voice and how upset they were that Corpse was playing because he was such a good imposter. You sat in silence, chuckling every now and then but never really speaking. Not like anyone was giving you the chance with how much they were yelling over one another.

You started missing talking to Corpse one on one, but you knew the game had to happen eventually. You just hoped that it would go better than you were expecting.

The first few games started with you as a crewmate. You were killed first in the first game by Sean, who immediately self reported and got voted out because of it. The second game, you made it three rounds before catching Toast kill someone and got him out. The third game, you were in the other room when Corpse killed someone and he blamed you, leading to you getting voted off.

By the time the fourth round came around, you were teamed up with Corpse as the imposter.

“Easy dub,” you commented to yourself. “He’s too good. He’s gotten imposter like three times in a row and no one has noticed.”

You followed Corpse for a while, pretending to do tasks with him. You walked into a room that had only Felix and Rae when your kill button was ready to go. At the same time, you and Corpse killed them both and raced out of the room.  You were about to kill Sean when Toast found Felix and Rae’s bodies.

“I don’t want to sound sus by pointing fingers,” he began, “but Corpse and (Y/N), you haven’t left one another’s sides all game. What the fuck?”

“I’m watching her back,” Corpse responded before you could say anything. “(Y/N) is so small and innocent, if she died on my watch I would never forgive myself.”

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself at this.

“You blamed her for your killing last game!” Leslie argued.

“That was last game! I’m not imposter now!” Corpse responded.

“If Corpse was imposter I fully believe he would’ve killed me by now,” you added. “He has no reason to keep me alive.”

“Unless he likes you,” Jason singsonged, causing the group to all talk at once about you and Corpse.

“Get back to the game!” you called over them, even though the thought of Corpse potentially liking you made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

No one was ejected (Skipped).

You tried not to think about what everyone had been saying, but it was hard not to. You didn’t know what Corpse looked like, he made you aware that no one knew except for a select few YouTube friends, but you found yourself drawn to him. Sure, his voice was hot, but in the short time you two had to talk together you found that his personality was equally as attractive. 

The distraction caused you to forget what you were doing and almost kill right in front of Toast. You held your breath, hoping you hadn’t accidentally clicked on the mouse and absolutely decapitated Sean right in front of someone. When nothing happened, you quickly ran out of the room and as far away from them as possible.

Your phone chimed. You took your eyes off the screen for a moment to see that it was a private message on Discord from none other than Corpse himself.

“What was that about? 😂”

“I was distracted and almost killed Sean in front of Toast. Had to make a speedy exit.”

“What were you distracted by? 😉"

Lucky for you, another meeting was called before you could respond.

“Okay, for real (Y/N),” came Toast’s voice. “What the fuck is going on? You were just stood in admin with me and Sean, then suddenly you raced out, and now you’re just standing in the middle of the cafeteria not moving at all.”

“She’s distracted,” came Corpse’s voice before you could respond.

You felt your face heating up again. “I was distracted, by my dog. He’s currently at my feet with his toy. He keeps looking at me with his big eyes, it’s hard to concentrate.”

“Awe, send me a picture of the little guy! I miss him a lot!” Sean said.

No one was ejected (Skipped).

You took a deep breath and concentrated on the game. You decided to stick with Corpse again, only breaking off to make it look like you were fixing the sabotages that you were setting. You and Corpse managed to kill three other bodies, leaving you with one more to kill before winning. And you knew exactly who you wanted it to be.

You sent Corpse a quick message before going to look for Sean.

“Do not kill anyone, leave this to me”

Seconds later you got a response. “Aye aye captain.”

You entered electrical as Sean was doing a task. You walked up behind him and hit the kill button without hesitation. You watched your character cut his body in half before the victory screen came up for you and Corpse.

“I fucking knew it!” Toast exclaimed. “You guys were too sus!”

“What can I say, we make a good team, right (Y/N)?”

You smiled to yourself as you responded, “Yeah, we do.”

Everyone started talking the one time again, joking around with each other. You started feeling like you were fading into the background again, which normally you’d be okay with, but you were starting to feel more comfortable with the group. You wanted to feel more comfortable with Sean’s friends, especially with Corpse.

Suddenly, an idea popped into your head. You smirked to yourself as you declared into your mic, “Guys! Guys, I have something I wanna say! Everyone, shush!”

The talking soon died down as everyone listened to you intently. Your heart was hammering in your chest, but you knew there was no backing out of it now.

“I have a proposition for Corpse,” you said, which was met by cheers and exclamations of excitement. When everyone silent down again, you took a deep breath and forced the words out before you chickened out. “Corpse, are you single?”

You heard his low chuckle through the voices talking excitedly. “I am single, yes.”

“Good to know.”

There was a silence as everyone waited to see if you’d follow up on your comment. When you didn’t, Sean exclaimed, “What was the proposition?!”

“Wouldn’t you guys like to know,” you said with a knowing smirk to yourself.

The game went on for another few hours before you finally had to call it a night. You said goodbye to everyone and exited the game. While shutting down your computer and getting ready for bed, your phone chimed. Another message from Discord.

“It was really nice meeting you tonight. We make a pretty good imposter team, you should play with us more often.”

You couldn’t help but smile at Corpse’s message. You felt like a giddy teenage girl as you got into bed, clutching your phone tightly in your hands.

“It was really fun, I’m glad Sean invited me. I’ll definitely come play more in the future if you guys want me!”

You saw the three dots pop up, showing that Corpse was typing. They went away a moment, then popped up again, then away again. This happened a few more times before another message came in.

“About that proposition...”

“What about it? 😉”

“Was just wondering how serious you were about it, or if there was an actual proposition at all.”

You looked at the message for a long time. Of course, at the time you didn’t think it was serious. It was just a fun joke at the expense of your friends. But now that he was asking...what did you say?

You thought about your message for a long time before typing, “I was as serious as you want me to be.”

There was an extended pause on Corpse’s end before he responded, “Well, I know we just met, but I’m pretty serious about it. I’d like to get to know you more. You seem like a really nice girl.”

“You seem like a nice guy.”

“Can I Skype you tomorrow?”

The question shocked you considering what he had told you earlier. “You’re willing to show me your face?”

“Only a select few know what I look like, I trust you to be one of those few.”

Your heart fluttered yet again as you typed your response. “Well then, I’d love to Skype tomorrow. I’ll send you my name so you can add me.”

You laid back in bed after adding Corpse to Skype, feeling excited for the next day. You could hardly sleep now thinking about what you’d get to do in almost 12 hours time. It felt like too far away, you wanted to call him right then and there.

Just as you were starting to drift to sleep, your phone chimed again. You checked it one last time before bed to see a final message from Corpse.

“Goodnight, see you tomorrow”

“Goodnight Corpse, see you tomorrow”

#corpse husband #corpse #corpse husband imagine #corpse imagine #corpse husband x reader #corpse x reader #imagine #one shot #youtube

[aithorin]

A Lesson in Possession - All Smite x Reader (18+)

Summary: When you make the mistake of revealing that you find one of the top ten heroes attractive, Smite wastes no time in reminding you that you belong to him.

Warnings: Villain AU, Villain!All Might, Possessive behavior, Dominance, Vaginal fingering, Possessive sex, Unhealthy relationships, Degradation

Archive Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30772664

Very much NSFW!

All Might was ignoring you. Intentionally ignoring you. And you didn’t like it. Not one bit. For the last 20 minutes, you’d tried in vain to get him to finally sit down on the couch with you yet to no avail. He just continued to rustle around in the kitchen, seeming to clang together every goddamn pan in existence while looking for who knows what. At any rate, it was clear your attempts weren’t working at all.

Letting out a huff, you turned away from the kitchen to face the television. Raising the volume to drown out all the fucking noise he was making, the newsreporter babbled on about a battle that had happened earlier in the day. The fight in question was between none other than All Might and a horde of the top heroes. But what else was new?

‘Boooooorrrrring’ You droned out in your head. Picking up the remote, you flicked to the next channel only to be met with the same regurgitated garbage from the last. Sitting up straight, a spark of irritation fired through you as you began cycling through all the channels, going through them faster with each disappointment.

“All Might-” Next

“Earlier today, Symbol of Discord, All Might-” Next

“Top hero Endeavor and All Might faced off-” Next

God, was there nothing else to fucking watch? Huffing in frustration, you hit mute before tossing the remote onto the cushion beside you. Crossing your arms, you settled further into the sofa as a small pout crept onto your face. Glaring at the TV, you gave it a scowl that rivaled All Might’s. However, as you kept your eyes trained on the now silent news report, your glower slowly faded into a wicked grin as an inkling of an idea began to take form. You knew exactly what to do. All Might wouldn’t be ignoring you for much longer.

Sitting up, you swung your legs up onto the couch and schooled your features into the epitome of relaxed and unbothered. Slinging one arm over the back, you kept your gaze glued to the TV and called out, “Your fight from today is all over the news.”

A particularly loud clang was all you got in response. That was okay. It was to be expected. On to phase two.

“They’re saying you destroyed half of Kamino Ward. And with five of the top heroes there too! That’s pretty impressive you managed to make it here without a scratch. I guess even the best have nothing on you.”

This time you got a clang followed by a grunt. Okay, so flattery was a no go. Time to change tactics. But no matter, you had saved the best for last.

“Although…” you began, dragging the word out, “While they may not be a match for you when it comes to power, I do have to say that some of them rival you quite well in the looks department. Personally, I think Hawks comes pretty damn close.”

Bringing a finger up, you tapped it against your lips. Amending your previous statement, you said, “Hmmm, wait. On second thought, I think he might actually be hotter than you. He is pretty attractive, you know.”

At your words, all clanging came to an abrupt halt. This time all that greeted you was deathly silence. Reveling in it, your smirk grew tenfold. Checkmate.  

Slow footsteps rumbled across the ground, sending tremors through the floors of your apartment. But you wouldn’t let yourself be intimidated. Keeping your eyes trailed on the screen, you refused to look at him, knowing it would anger him more. With the sole intention of pretending not to notice you had just pissed off the number one villain, you nonchalantly picked at invisible dirt in your nails.

Standing in the doorway that separated the living room from the kitchen, you could feel his glare burning holes into the back of your head, but you held steady to the charade.

“What,” All Might growled, “Did you just say?”

Giving a noncommittal hum and schooling your features, you threw a cursory glance at him over your shoulder before turning back to the TV, feigning disinterest. Once you were out of his line of sight though, you couldn’t help letting the devilish grin return. It was all going according to plan. He was absolutely pissed. You didn’t think you’d ever seen him so angry before. Just a couple of words and his aura had darkened so much it cast a shadow over the whole room. With his eyes blazing and his lips curled back in a snarl, his fists were clenched at his sides, trembling ever so slightly in an attempt to keep his anger in check. At any rate, it was clear your comment had gotten his blood boiling.

“Hmmm, what was that?” you finally replied. Looking at the TV, you continued, “Oh, I was just saying that I think Hawks is way hotter than you. No offense.”

Letting out a snarl, he began to stalk towards you. “You’re playing a dangerous game doll. Are you trying to make me mad?”

“No,” you said, giving a small pout, “I’m trying to get your attention. You’ve been ignoring me the whole time you’ve been here!”

“Insolent girl!” All Might growled, “And you thought insulting me was the way to do it?”

“Well nothing else was working!” you said haughtily, crossing your arms, “Besides, from my view, it worked perfectly. You’re certainly not ignoring me now, which is all I wanted in the first place.” Letting the irritation slide off your back, you gave him a cheeky grin and waggled your eyebrows.

Yet your words seemed to have the opposite effect on All Might as his expression grew impossibly darker. Giving you a derisive smile, he sneered. “Fine,” He said, voice sinister yet full of promise, “Have it your way then.”

The change in the air was palpable. Grin fading from your face, you realized that with nothing more than a few words from him, you’d lost all control over the situation. The knowledge sent a wave of nervousness down your spine. There was no denying it. The tables had turned, and while you may have won the battle, you were most certainly about to lose the war. God, you should have just kept your mouth shut. Why did your impatience always land you in such deep shit? Would it really have been so bad to wait another 15 minutes?

You’d played with fire and now you were about to be burned. From the look of All Might’s heated gaze, it seemed you were in for a world of painful pleasure. He’d give you what you want alright, but the bastard would be sure to reduce you to a writhing, sobbing mess beforehand. Yet despite the fact that your head was screaming at you to get away, your body seemed to have other thoughts. To your horror, you realized that the idea of being so completely at his mercy was actually turning you on. Just thinking about it had you shifting uncomfortably in your seat as a dull throb of need began to build in your abdomen.

In a flash, his looming form hovered over you, encasing you with his shadow, and the glow of his blazing blue eyes burned with a smug self-satisfaction at the sound of your breath hitching. Somehow, he’d gotten ahold of your arms, and they lay trapped in one of his hands held high above your head. His actions had caused your shirt to ride up ever so slightly, a fact which had not escaped All Might’s attention. Taking a moment to rake his eyes over your form, you could feel your body heat under his appreciative gaze, tendrils of want slithering through you.

Leaning over you, All Might trapped you with his body, your chests touching. His nearness created a warmth, and with it your heart began to beat ever so slightly faster. Tongue darting out to nervously lick your lips, you waited to see what he would do. With his free hand, All Might came up to swipe his thumb across your bottom lip, getting rid of the moisture you’d just laid there, before tilting your chin up and somehow getting impossibly closer. It was more than enough to unnerve you, and it was obvious he was doing it on purpose. The damn bastard knew you were helpless to resist when he was that close.

Bending down, he pressed his face toward your ear. “You want attention?” He snarled, his hot breath fanning the shell of your ear and sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine, “I’ll give you attention.”

Pulling back, he made sure his eyes met yours. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget that bird brained freak even exists. But first, I’m gonna teach you a lesson, doll. Mark my words, you’re gonna regret opening that pretty little mouth of yours.”

And that was all the warning you got. Leaning down, he captured your lips in a bruising kiss, demanding entrance. But the brat in you couldn’t help resisting. You met him full force, refusing to give him what he wanted, goading him. In response, he growled against your lips before biting down on your bottom one, not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough to surprise you. Releasing a tiny yelp at the shock, he seized the moment to push his way through. In an instant, he had his tongue tangled around yours. And there was nothing loving about the embrace. Rough and bruising, it was pure punishment and you were helpless to do anything about it.

As your need for air began to become overwhelming, All Might started to pull away, leaving a trail of saliva connected to your lips, thinning ever so slowly before finally splitting in half to land against your chin. Chest heaving and yearning to feel his lips against yours again, you sought his touch the only way you knew how.

By baiting him.

Sitting up ever so slightly by wiggling one arm out of his embrace, you propped yourself up on it and gave him a roguish grin. “Is that all you got, big guy?” You asked.

At the jab, he let out a growl. “I’m not anywhere close to done with you, girl.”

Leaning down, he grabbed hold of your T-shirt and tore it straight in half in one fell swoop before doing the exact same with your bra. Letting out a gasp, your exposed nipples began to harden in wake of the cold air, and All Might smirked as you rushed to cover yourself.

“Uh Uh Uh” He tutted, waggling his finger at you, “You know better than that.”

Slowly you began to lower your hand, and All Might let out an appreciative hum. “Good girl.” He purred.

Leaning down, he latched onto one of your nipples, swirling his tongue around the tip before taking it between his teeth and giving it an experimental tug. Your body, desperate for the slightest touch now, responded immediately. Letting out a breathy moan, you arched into his touch, silently begging for more as the sensation sent jolts of pleasure dancing across your chest that headed straight to your core. Smirking in satisfaction, All Might chose to ignore your plea. Grabbing onto your hips, he began trailing his lips down to the waistline of your pants, leaving warm wet kisses with his tongue across your belly while his thumbs stroked the sides of your waist. Arriving at the top of your pants, he reached one hand over to flick them open before sliding them over the curve of your ass, taking your panties with them and leaving your glistening pussy fully exposed.

“Look at you. You’re positively drenched, and I’ve barely even touched you. What an eager little slut you are.” He said, dragging one long finger along your slit.

Gasping at his touch, you watched, entranced, as he pulled his finger away, your juices dripping off of it. Bending down, he held it up to your mouth.

“Suck.” He commanded. Looking down at it, you hesitated just a moment too long, and his face twisted into a snarl.

“I’m not gonna ask you twice, girl. When I tell you to suck, you suck. ” He growled, squeezing your jaw open with one large hand wrapped around your cheeks and pushing his index finger into your mouth.

Tentatively you took the length of his finger into your mouth, wrapping your lips around the base of it. As the back of your tongue touched the pad of his fingertip, the warm, slightly salty taste of yourself met it. Swirling your tongue around the digit, you slowly began to bob up and down on it, thoroughly lubricating it with your saliva.

Letting out a satisfied smirk, All Might purred, “Good girl.” Shoving his finger back in as far back into your throat as he could, you gagged trying to catch your breath as he finally removed the digit, bringing your bottom lip down with it.

“That was for earlier.” He sneered, “Don’t disobey me again.”

And then, beginning from your mouth, he traced a path down your chin with his wet finger, going between the valley of your breasts and the soft curve of your belly. As the wet trail he made quickly dried, you shivered as the dampness met the cold air. Arriving at your pussy, he began to prod at your entrance, easily slipping the digit in.

You couldn’t stop from letting out an immediate moan at the stretch. From one finger, he had already managed to make you feel deliciously full. The mind numbing emptiness your body had been begging for him to satiate was finally being remedied.

Beginning to pump, All Might turned his attention toward your clit. As his fingers thrust inside you, his thumb began to rub slow circles over your clit, pulling all sorts of gasps out of you. Working you open, his pace began to quicken and before you knew it he was slipping a second finger in.

Dissolving into putty at his hands, you could feel your climax fast approaching.

Yes!” you moaned, “Just like that.” You were so close. With one more thrust, you’d be gone. You could feel his fingers pulling out, preparing to send you over the edge, when suddenly they were completely gone, leaving you painfully empty.

Choking from the force of being denied so suddenly, your eyes flashed open just in time to see him climbing off of you. Face sweaty and cheeks flushed, you were an absolute mess. Lost in a haze of need, you could barely even comprehend what was happening. All you could see was that damn smirk on his face.

Unbuckling his pants painfully slow, he seemed to revel in your agony. As he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his pants, a distinct clink floated through the air as his loose belt buckle hit the metal of his pant button. And then in one swift motion, he took his pants off, his cock springing free. Painfully hard and red, it seemed to almost pulsate. Following the line of one thick vein, you saw that the tip was already oozing pre-cum.

Licking your lips in anticipation, you waited for All Might to approach you once more, but he remained standing. In fact, he moved farther away from you, making you want to cry.

Stroking himself, he seemed to completely ignore you as he lifted his other hand to rest on his chin, a thoughtful expression came over his face. “You know, I’ve already been quite lenient with you. Maybe it’d be better to just take care of myself.”

At that you wanted to sob. Nothing in the world mattered more to you than having his cock balls deep inside you at the moment. “Please please don’t do that!” you said, wanting nothing more than to pull him close, but he was just out of reach, and by then, you were too out of it to do anything else but stretch a weak hand toward him.

“Ple-please touch me.” You whined, legs rubbing together, desperately trying to regain even the slightest amount of friction.

Letting out a snort, he taunted, “And give me one good reason why I should. You haven’t exactly been on your best behavior today. Need I remind you that this is supposed to be your punishment?”

“I-I know you want to though.” You said, breathless. Raising your head to look at him through hooded eyes, you purred, “It-It’ll be so good.”

Taking a few steps toward you, he looked down into your eyes. Face becoming almost pleasant, he questioned, “You want this? You want my cock?” As you watched him stroke himself, you eagerly nodded. You wanted nothing more.

In an instant, his face turned dark once more as he growled, “Then beg for it.”

At that, a look of confusion spread over your face. “Wh-What?” You questioned.

“You heard me. If you want my cock beg. for. it.” He said.

Under normal circumstances, you would’ve laughed in his face, but, well, being incredibly horny does make a difference. Swallowing your pride, you whispered, “Please. I want your cock. I want you to fuck me.”

And yet, true to the utter asshole that he was, All Might pretended not to hear you. “Hmmm. What was that?” He said, lifting a hand up to cup his ear, “I didn’t hear you.”

“I want your cock!” You shouted, looking up to glare at him, “I want you to fuck me.”

“No need to be so mean kitten,” He said, a mock pout coming over his face, “That’s all I wanted to hear.”

Before you could even register that he’d moved, All Might was back over you again, one last self-satisfied smirk being the only warning you got before he buried his cock in you. Moaning from the sensation, tears sprung at your eyes from how far he was stretching you. God, he was so big, yet you couldn’t even find it in yourself to care because it felt so good.

Fully inside, he gave you the small mercy of allowing but a single moment for you to adjust. Before you knew it, he was pulling out only to thrust back into you again, setting an absolutely brutal pace. Eyes rolling into the back of your head from the force, you briefly registered him attaching onto your neck, sucking hard enough to leave teeth indentations.

Grabbing hold of his neck, you wrapped your legs around his waist to give him better access as breathy groans escaped your lips. Already you could feel the coil inside beginning to wind again.

“You filthy slut. You like this, don’t you? Me using you for the whore you are.” He said, wrapping a hand around your throat and grunting as he bucked into you.

“I’m the only one who’s ever gonna be able to fuck you this good. I’m the only one who can make you feel like this. You got that. You’re mine.” He growled, reaching hand down to flick at your clit, never once slowing down.

Lost in pleasure, you barely even processed his words. That is until he leaned down to snarl in your ear, “Say it.”

“I-I’m yours, All Might. You’re the only one who can fuck me this good.” you groaned.

Coming in close, he caught your lips in a bruising kiss, before thrusting in once more, going so deep you were sent flying off the edge. Gasping, you saw stars in your eyes as white hot pleasure wracked its way down your spine sending tremors throughout your body. As you came, your pussy clenched around him, causing All Might to climax as well. Hot seed coated the insides of your walls as you both fought to recover. As your heavy pants gradually became more controlled, he slowly slid out of you.

With sweat coating his brow and his breathing ragged, All Might looked down at you, blue eyes blazing,  “Nobody makes you feel the way that I do. Nobody. And you’d do well to remember that, doll.”

Climbing off of you, he began to make his way down the hall, throwing your pitiful form still sprawled out on the couch one last glance.  “The next time you want to try something like what you just pulled, I’d suggest you remember our little lesson today.”

#all might x reader #all smite x reader #all might #all smite #toshinori yagi #toshinori yagi x reader #mha #my hero academia #villain all might #villain au #all might smut #all might x you #yagi toshinori #my hero fanfic #all might imagine #smut

[normally-alexis]

(the link to the requests didnt work so im usin this) can you do a nsfw punz x reader x sapnap in a discord call?

( The current links only work for PC I don't know about mobile though but I'll fix it someday. )

Pairings - Punz x Reader x Sapnap

CW - Threesome, riding, Smut.

Punz and sapnap were in the discord call because they would plan something sooner or later and didn't want it spoken out loud. They're pretty close together mainly for their competitive actions inside of games.

Sometimes they would argue about the dumbest shit like " who had a girlfriend " or " who was a virgin. " You had always overheard most of their childish conversations because it was pretty funny.

You were sitting on punz's thigh and drinking the white monster. The two men weren't doing anything but going back and forth about who wasn't and was a virgin.

You weren't interested mainly because you weren't a virgin yourself neither was punz. " I'm not a fucking virgin you piece of shit " sapnap just replied with a very small and sarcastic " sure. "

Punz went on mute for a second and told you to get up off of him. You stood up and looked down at him, sapnap was still rambling on about something but you couldn't tell the exact words.

Punz pulls down his pants, " cmon sit in my lap. " you would have agreed if sapnap wasn't still on the call. Even if you were muted it could unmute anytime.

You bit down on your nail and sat on his lap with your legs spread out on each side. He grabs his headphones and then places them on top of you and then up mutes in discord.

" Why'd you mute idiot," sapnap was busy yelling through the headphones " no punz went to go do something." Sapnaps voice lowered and it was a slight sigh, he went on about bragging about how much better than punz he was.

Punz started taking your shorts off pushing them off to let them drop on the floor. You move slightly "Stop it, idiot." You were talking to punz but sapnap thought it was directed towards him.

" I'm not doing anything, what the fuck " you bring your attention back to punz and him taking your underwear down sliding it down your thighs to your ankles.

He places his hands back on himself and slides his boxers down. He grabs onto his dick and looks up at you, "C'mon don't be the shy princess." He's so smooth on his words making him seem like a god compared to you.

He grabs onto your waist and places you on top of him. You grunt into the mic and look down at Punz. You try not to make as much noise as possible.

"Sorry, I was stretching" You were covering up for Punz's disgusting deeds. He moves your body lifting you up and down, You bite down on your lip closing making your lip shiver.

You didn't like being publicly humiliated but it was an amazing sight for punz to embarrass you and make you look like a slut. You had your arms wrapped around his neck.

You buried your head into his neck trying to cover up your heavy breathing. He keeps moving your hips up and down on top of his dick. It's hitting a nerve inside of your body sending you in sorta a shock..

A few moans did slip out while trying to ride him, It's hard to swallow down moans and keep communicating with sapnap on the call. "Pass the headphones," Punz pulls the headphones off of your head and unplugs them from the computer.

"Hey, sapnap, what's up?" Punz was still taking control of your lower half just with one hand helping you ride him. You were still riding but you did need help if your legs ever gave out.

" Didn't know you and your girlfriend were having sex on a call, should have just left." Sapnap doesn't like third-wheeling especially from having to deal with Dream and George flirting and people falling for it.

"I wanted you to listen to her poor whining" It's just teasing at this point and listening to him degrade you and having to ride him was amazing as always. You could say you hated it but that would just be lying through your teeth correct?

"C'mon princess don't you love it when you're taken care of, isn't this what you wanted?" Sapnap was teasing you a little with his words, "Fuck off."

#dsmp smut #mcyt smut #mcyt x reader #dream smp x reader #mcyt x reader smut #sapnap x reader #sapnap smut #punz smut #punz x reader smut #dsmp x reader smut

[nojey]

unnoticed

quackity / alex x streamer!reader

genre: fluff -> angst pronouns: they / them word count: 2.1k warning(s): cursing, suggestive jokes

synopsis: you had known alex since you started streaming but none of your viewers knew. you started getting closer and eventually you started streaming together but your viewers didn’t like that.

“(y/n)!” alex screamed into his phone after you answered the facetime call.  “yes, my love?!” you screamed back. alex giggled and asked, “do you want to stream sometime soon? i mean like, we’ve known each other for a few months and we haven’t streamed together, i know you’re a fairly new streamer but i even asked dream if you could come onto the smp, and i have something planned- well karl and sapnap helped me plan it- but that’s not the point, the point is-” he rambled.  “alex? are you asking me on a minecraft date?” you asked. “no! well, maybe, okay yeah. i’m asking you on a minecraft date.” he confirmed.  “i’d love to go on a minecraft date with you, alex.” you said, blushing a bit. 

truth is, you’ve had a crush on alex for a few months. when he first slid into your dms you didn’t really expect it, but it turned out to start a beautiful friendship. you always flirted with alex in hopes that he’d notice, but it never seemed like he did. he never retaliated back but little did you know, he was just too shy to.

“uh- okay great! tomorrow, at 3pm your time, stream it. we’re going to have a lot of fun. wear pajamas, or you know- just be comfortable okay?” he rushed. you laughed a bit and said, “yes alex, of course. bye now,” then smiled and hung up. 

you immediately went tot twitter and started a thread: @(y/s/n): this weeks stream schedule (times are pst): @(y/s/n): tomorrow @ 3pm: minecraft date w/ someone i haven’t streamed with yet  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ↳ @ quackity: i wonder who this might be hmMmMMmm @(y/s/n): tuesday @ 1pm: i somehow got invited to an among us lobby w/ corpse, sykkuno, valkyrae, disguised toast, quarterjade, masayoshi, peterparktv, jacksepticeye, and ludwig  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ @(y/s/n): wednesday @ 1pm: if things don’t go well w/ person on monday- looking for a mc boyfriend! ↳ @ quackity: WELL THAT’S RUDE TO ASSUME THAT THINGS WONT GO WELL (Y/N) @(y/s/n): thursday @ 3pm: chitchat w/ nihachu !! @(y/s/n): friday @ 2pm: pummel party w/ ??

as soon as you tweeted all them out, you looked at replies and saw that quackity had replied to both monday and wednesday schedules. giggling to yourself, you replied back to him.

@(y/s/n): @ quackity way to make it obvious alex, if you wanna date me just say it (¬_¬) @(y/s/n): @ quackity how can you assume that it will go well alex (Ő-Ő) ↳ @ quackity: i just know (y/n)!!! truST ME!!!!

laughing once more, you plugged your phone into the charger and went to bed, excited for what alex had planned for you two tomorrow. 

getting ready for the minecraft date was very nerve wracking. the only thing you could think about was whether alex considered this a real date or not. deep inside you hoped that this was a real one. 

the ringing from your phone disrupted your thought. looking down on the screen you saw that the one person you were thinking of was calling you. 

“hello?” you answered. “hi, (y/n), are you ready?” alex asked. “uh, yeah, i just- i just need to start my stream and introduce what we’re doing.” “okay, um- i’m going to send you a link to the dream smp discord server. join it and join vc 4.” he replied.  “for sure, see you then.” you smiled. “see you.” he said and hung up.

“fuck,” you said and wiped your hands onto your pants. you definitely weren’t ready but still, joined the discord server and joined vc 4 then deafened. you set up your stream and hit go live.

“hey everyone! as you may know, if you follow my twitter, today i’m going on a minecraft date! uh no, no one knows who it is yet, but i have a feeling a LOT of you already know who it is.” you said, reading chat and wiggling your eyebrows.

“okay, i’m going to join the server and then share my screen when he’s standing in front of me.” you started playing some music so your viewers didn’t get bored while they waited for you to start. 

once you were logged into the smp you privately messaged alex and asked him where he was. before he could answer you turned around to look at the walls you were surrounded by and screamed out after seeing quackity’s naked body behind you. 

“chat, i’m okay, just got scared. um anyways, yeah.”  you said and showed your screen, revealing the man himself. “quackity!” you screamed into your mic. “jesus christ, (y/n) we can save screaming my name for later.” he said in a suggestive voice. you then started punching him and after each punch you said, “stop. saying. suggestive. comments. we haven’t even started the date yet!”  “okay, okay, okay! i’m literally going to die, (y/n) stop!!” he yelled out. you kept hitting him to see if he was lying but after the second punch quackity was slain by (y/mc/n) showed up in the chat. 

ranboo: i see that the date is going well

you started laughing uncontrollably while alex was silent. “(y/n),” he said in a more serious voice. you hummed as he continued his sentence. “why did you kill me?” “i wanted to know if you were lying. was that a canon life? i think that should be a canon life.” you laughed. “no it wasn’t a fucking canon life. (y/n) you’re not even an official member of the smp!” he said. “i could be,” you said wiggling your eyebrows and crouching up and down. “anyways. follow me, i’m bringing you to where we’re having our date.” so you followed him and when you reached your destination you were at party park with karl and sapnap standing in front of you. 

“hello boys. what are you doing here on our date. is this an amusement park date, quackity? i didn’t take you for that type of guy. it’s kind of cheesy.” you rambled. “no! this isn’t where our date is happening. jeez, have a little more faith in me (y/n).” he said, moving his minecraft character to look at you slowly and creepily. “well there wasn’t much to begin with,” you said, chuckling a bit. you heard karl and sapnap giggling to what you had said.  “hey! take that back!” quackity said, punching your minecraft character. you audibly gasped and turned to look at karl and sapnap again. “you guys saw that right? he just hit me.” you said, faking shock. they both quickly nodded their heads. “i can’t believe you would hit me on our first date.” you said, turning to look at him this time. “you literally killed me!” he yelled out.

so this went on for about 30 more minutes till quackity explained to you that your date would pretty much be a minecraft manhunt with quackity, sapnap, and karl hunting you but you had to find something instead of defeating the enderdragon. if they killed you and they won, you owed alex a real date. no stream, just them. 

“you’re going to hunt me for our first date?” you asked in disbelief. quackity then nodded his head up and down in a very fast motion. “mm cool,” you said as you punched him and ran away in a different direction.

it had been about 45 minutes and you killed karl and sapnap twice, but quackity had not been seen the whole time. but as you were running away from sapnap, quackity appeared in front of you and you faked trying to kill him, letting him just kill you because you wanted to go on that second date with him. 

(y/mc/n) was slain by quackity ranboo: date still going really well, looks like you guys are really hitting it off!

“awe man, looks like i have to go on another date with quackity!” you said. sarcastically faking the disappointment. reading your chat for the first time this stream, it wasn’t your usual happy messages. instead they were filled with negativity.

i don’t see why quackity wants to go on a date with them why did dream let them on the smp?? there are so many other content creators who deserve to be on the smp way more than they do they’re so fucking annoying begging for attention much?

so you grew quiet and just listened to quackity end off his stream while you ended yours without saying anything. but once he finished saying goodbye to his stream, you immediately said bye to him.

“i’m gonna go now alex, thank you for the minecraft date. text me the details for the next. bye.” you rushed.

alex found it really weird that you had just left like that, you guys almost always stayed on call after he finished streaming for at least 3 hours just talking. but he let it slide, hoping it wasn’t something he had done.

you went onto twitter to update about your streaming schedule. @(y/s/n): looks like my stream schedule may be moving around because i’m going on a second date with @ quackity!

alex quickly went to go reply to it but gazed over the replies to your tweet and wasn’t very happy with them. you don’t deserve to go on another date with him you’re literally just using him for clout what an attention whore leave him alone already!

knowing that you barely ever got hate, he quickly called you instead. thinking very hard about what he was about to do. looking at your phone you saw that alex was facetiming you, you wiped your face from the tears that had fallen and sniffled, hoping you didn’t sound too congested.

“hello?” you said. “hey um, i have to tell you something.” he replied. the serious tone of his voice got you very nervous. was he about to confirm everything your chat had told you or even the tweets you just read? “i really like you, (y/n).” he said. you looked at your phone in surprise and he continued. “and i really don’t know if you feel the same way about me but i read the replies to your tweet and i know that you’re a pretty new streamer and i just don’t want you to already be getting hate because of me, you don’t deserve that. you’re an amazing person and i just, i don’t want to be the reason you’re getting hate. so i think it’d be best if we just laid off talking to each other for now.” “i like you too, alex.” you whispered. “but i respect your decision. goodbye for now?” you said, offering a smile to the screen he was displayed on. it looked like he was just as shocked as you when he told you how he felt. “uh, yeah. goodbye for now. don’t be a stranger (y/n).” you smiled once more and hung up.

as soon as you hung up you started crying again. you really liked alex, but maybe you didn’t show that well enough, because if you did, maybe you guys would’ve been together at this point.

the next day, you streamed normally with a faked high energy that nobody seemed to notice, this time not paying attention to your chat. deep inside you really just wanted to curl into a ball and sleep all your stresses away. it really sucked to find out the guy you’ve had a crush on liked you back but he decided to end whatever you guys had going on.

but your chat couldn’t know so you kept a fake facade on, hoping no one asked about him.

though to alex, it looked like you were so unbothered by him pretty much ending your friendship. he started slightly believing the tweets that mentioned how you were just using him for clout. but after really thinking about it, he realized, why would you have been friends with him months before, without any of your fans knowing if you really were just using him. so he scolded himself and went about his day.

you were ending your stream with a big smile, as soon as you hit that end streaming button that smile was gone. you changed into a hoodie and curled into your bed. you just looked up at your ceiling and started crying, you pretty much lost the guy you really liked. your feelings being unnoticed by the public eye.

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[existslikepristin]

This picture is unrelated, other than Eunha being the discord server mascot.

"What the hell is this?" you are obviously asking yourself. Well let me tell you. A while ago I told a bunch of people that they had to do assignments because... something something I'm a professor? I think was the context? So anyway, I came up with a bunch of nonsense prompts to give to people to write for fun and these fine folks came back at me with actual results. I was just gonna steal all the ideas and post them as my own, but that seemed moderately shitty, so here's some stuff I did not write.

Tags: I don't know, this went all over the fucking place man, just read the "Assignment" parts and you'll ?probably? get an idea, please excuse the lack of formatting because these people put in actual effort and I'm just copy/pasting, also go read the other stuff these people have written, the names are links except Plateau's I'm working on it

The Lounge Server Assignments

Author: @akibaadmirer

Assignment: Gyuri trying to brush cum out of her braces.

Grade: Full marks, because I loled

Your damp rod enters her mouth. Not used to the activity, you push a little too hard, causing her to choke a little. You withdraw, before gently inserting, little by little until she gets used to the length. Explore her mouth with your thing. Drag the tip on the silver path, making sure to hit the particularly rough spots. Repeat the motion until you settle into a rhythm. Gyuri starts stirring, subdue her with a hand on her jaw, forcing her to take you deeper. Push deeper, making sure you reach the back. Gyuri’s spit starts leaking from the side of her mouth. Not power, but technique. You change directions. Slow and deep thrusts, making sure to get every angle. Up, down, left, right. Seemingly random directions, but purposeful towards your goal.

Sweat trickles down your forehead as you finish. Gyuri’s closes her mouth, keeping all the white liquid within. She rushes to the bathroom, where you hear the loud noise of a gag, before hearing the rush of water from the sink. Five minutes pass, and Gyuri get’s out of the bathroom, showcasing her full set of pearly whites, lined with a shiny brace.

“Thanks for brushing my teeth, oppa! It was really hard for me to remove the cum on the braces by myself.”

Author: @worldsover

Assignment: Yiren achieving orgasm via spaghetti noodle slurping. The longer the noodle, the closer she gets

Grade: D-, not because it isn’t good, but I’m bringing Levi’s GPA down out of pure spite and malice

How forward of her on the first date. Definitely the opposite of the expectations your manager friend gave when she set you up with the idol. As you sit across from Yiren in the dimly-lit Italian restaurant, she has not stopped teasing you underneath the table, naughty feet and hands even while talking to the waiter. Her shoes on the floor. Yet despite the burgeoning hard-on that her deft touch coaxes, it seems she's much more the recipient of bliss. It starts with an innocent moan with a slurp of a noodle.

"I'm hungry, oppa! Mmmn, so... god, good."

You don't have much of a reply as she strokes the bulge over your pants with the arch of her foot, leaving your mouth open.

"Oh my god, it's so long." She twirls the strand of spaghetti—admittedly an impressive length since there's still a bundle of it on the plate when she pulls it up—then pokes her tongue out and licks the creamy sauce off the noodle. Yiren stops for a moment and notices your perplexed brows. "What? I'm just eating." Yiren licks her lips, then after a devilish grin, brings the single spaghetti to her lips. With the slow suction, her foot loses its focus; you can even see her toes curl.

"Just eating?" you ask. She nods, her mouth a vacuum that uncoils the one long string of spaghetti from the dish. Your head swivels back and forth at the other restaurant-goers, worried that someone would notice the absurd sight of Yiren getting closer and closer to her edge. Her arms lose strength, barely able to hold up the fork, her eyelids twitch, and her tongue fully sticks out in a perfect recreation of ahegao, complete with drool which lets a bit of sauce fall with the saliva from her lips. Before the final inches of spaghetti down her throat, her feet wrap around your legs tightly, and at once, her whole body is overcome with a shiver while her eyes roll back into her head. Yiren has to completely restrain herself from turning her orgasm into an alarm of groans and flailing for the restaurant to see.

After her dramatic orgasm, her feet return back to your crotch. "If that's the way I eat one piece of spaghetti..." Her voice becomes a whisper when she leans over the table to your ear. "Imagine how I'd swallow your cock later tonight."

Author: @nsfwmaemi

Assignment: Yena trying to win a butt plug out of a claw machine (and probably failing)

Grade: B, for “butt stuff incoming” hehehe

"Shit!"

The claw fails to grasp the prize Yena has been playing for.

"I'm good for three more tries. Let's get it." An exasperated sigh follows after trying to cheer herself up. Watching from behind, she looks like a child in a 22-year old's body, but seeing her face, it's the most focused she's been outside of idol training.

"Motherfucker!" Her cussing grabs the attention of other people trying to win the same thing.

"Two more tries. Please, just one cat tail for oppa's birthday." She loads another coin into the machine.

"Son of a bitch!" She exclaims more frustratingly than before. Trying to regain her composure, she closes her eyes and takes one deep breath. Her eyes then open, focusing on the cat tail anal plug in front of her. With a paper bag containing the rest of her cosplay in one hand and the joystick on the other, she measures by eye the alignment of the claw to the anal plug. Walking to the side of the machine, she realigns the claw in the other axis, until the claw moves on its own.

"What the fuck? Why is it.. TIME'S UP?! WHY IS THERE A TIMER?! WHEN DID THAT GET THERE?!" She fails her mission in getting the entire cat cosplay for your birthday. Her face goes from frustrated to disappointed after she runs out of questions of frustration towards the machine. Worried about how you'll react, she waddles back to your place.

"Oppa, I got you your request, but it's not complete. I missed out on the tail because of that stupid machine."

"It's okay, baby. A duck doesn't even look good in a cat costume." You let her hop on your lap.

"I'm sorry, oppa. It would've been the first time I'd use a butt plug. Maybe next year, oppa."

"I can wait another year for that, baby, don't worry. But for now, we can fill your ass with something else."

Author: PlateauWorld (link goes to AFF)

Assignment: Yeonjung playing doctor with the OC

Grade: A+++++, because Plateau finally wrote straight up smut

After a long day at work in Starship Medical, and finishing yet another complicated case, it was time to head home to your beautiful loving wife Yeonjung.

Whilst on the subway getting back, she texted you that she's expecting you as soon as possible after work, because she noticed the last case you were working on really took a mental toll on you — granted it did.

Getting off the station, walking a few blocks to your condo, ascending to the 21st Floor via the lift, you made it to your flat, and when you unlocked the door with your key, you opened the door to see the lights were off except in the bedroom.

You hung your overcoat at the rack, and opened the living room light before marching to the bedroom. Once you got there, you saw the tempting image of Yeonjung kneeling on the bed, wearing nothing but your white coat, and stethoscope around her shoulders.

"Doctor Yeonjung is in, please take off your shirt, I'm going to do a physical exam."

You were trying your best not to pop an erection already since you'll be ridiculed for it, but alas you were failing when 'Doctor Yeonjung' started teasing you by giving a tongue depressor a few licks and a suggestive blowing action.

You tried playing it cool by just walking towards your wife and giving her a kiss on the cheek saying "Hello, dear."

'Doctor Yeonjung' didn't kindly respond to this, she quickly grabbed you by your crotch and squeezed it like she was craving for it.

"Hmmm, elevated heart rate, unable to make eye contact, overactive parotid glands due to nervousness or excitement. Oh, and penis becoming erect against his own will." 'Doctor Yeonjung' diagnosed you spot-on.

You decided to just play along at this point 'cause you're going to have sex either way.

"Yes, Doc. I've been feeling a little off these days, very stressed and tired from work." You alibied.

Doctor Yeonjung then slapped you on the face and gave your neck a slow and sensual lick.

"Take off your shirt so I can give you a physical then." She demanded.

You nodded your head like an obedient schoolboy, and you stripped your top off and you tossed it to the corner of the room.

Doctor Yeonjung used the tongue depressor she was playing with earlier to fondle your left nipple with. You were trying your best not to mewl, but Doctor Yeonjung combined that with playing with your crotch using her other hand, so everything was escaping under your breath.

"Sudden discomfort on the crotch area, both nipples erecting, and increased heart rate." 'Doctor Yeonjung' adds.

"What should be the treatment, doc?" You whimpered.

"Let's alleviate some pressure on your crotch area." 'Doctor Yeonjung' unfastened your belt, and unbuttoned your trousers before dropping it down on the floor.

She then proceeded to lower your underwear to your knees, and she started giving your a handjob.

"Feel better?"

"Yes, doc." You were trying your best not to moan still.

"I think your hard erect cock needs a cold compress to help with the swelling. Sadly, I don't have one, so let's just use my tits — put it in between." 'Doctor Yeonjung' unbuttoned the white coat she was wearing and lifted both her tits up to give a titjob.

You did as instructed and with a help of the 'doctor's' spit, your dick was lubricated and fucking her tits with ease.

'Doctor Yeonjung' added a new treatment plan by using her mouth to suck your nipples whilst you fuck her tits. After a good minute or two, she grabs by your dick and pulls you into the bed. She takes off the white coat she was wearing, and tosses it to the floor.

"My cum is the best remedy, but you have to work for it." 'Doctor Yeonjung' sits her pussy on top of your mouth.

You start giving 'Doctor Yeonjung' cunnilingus, and after a bit of tongue work, she turns her body around so she can return the favour to release some tension on your dick. Now in the 69, you can feel 'Doctor Yeonjung' tremble with every movement of your tongue in her pussy.

She feels so good that she can't even give you a proper fellatio anymore, and she's just moaning like the horny bitch she really is—wanting this all day, keeping it in her thoughts.

After a combination of using three fingers and your tongue to satisfy every bit of 'Doctor Yeonjung's' quivering clit, she cums right on your face, and she makes sure to press her vagina down your opened mouth.

"Every. Last. Drop." She muttered.

Not yet over with her agenda, she gets down from top of you and lies down next to you, using that stethoscope to tie around her neck, and then she urges you to use the final solution to relieve your erection.

"Fuck me hard, daddy." She whispered.

You got on top of her, and inserted your cock inside her still throbbing vagina. You then grabbed both ends of the stethoscope and tightened the slack to start choking 'Doctor Yeonjung'.

The combincation of 'Doctor Yeonjung's' obstructed moan and whimperings drive you to ram her pussy even harder than the last.

'Doctor Yeonjung' then grabs both her tits with her hands and asks you to suck them as part of your daily recommended calcium intake.

Can't argue with the physician, so you continued the same pressure on her neck, whilst switching back and forth on her tits.

Sensing you're about to cum, she taps your hands rapidly, and you swung your hands up in the air.

"I need my milk too." 'Doctor Yeonjung' tells you.

You pulled out the last second, and 'Doctor Yeonjung' bounces up from the bed to meet your dick halfway.

You cum lots, and 'Doctor Yeonjung' takes it all in her mouth with no hesitation, swallowing like the semen-wanting slut she is.

"How'd my physical go, doc?" You jested after giving her forehead a kiss.

"All good, you're as healthy as a bull." 'Doctor Yeonjung' said whilst panting.

She then carefully placed her hands on your nape and slowly pushed you up to her tits.

"But I'm afraid you might have hypocalcemia, so have some more milk."

You gladly did what the 'doctor' recommended for your health.

Author: @passingnotions

Assignment: Yeji skipping naked through a flower field with seasonal allergies acting up

Grade: C…+...-, for oh my gosh ew gross I love it please stop

“I think this is far enough?” She asks while craning her neck over the small hill behind you.

“I think so, yeah. That tree over there looks good to set up.”

The tripod takes a moment to balance on the rocky dirt. Yeji’s idea—public porn for her amateur site—certainly took you by surprise. She’s never been the risky type, but she’s always the one trying to be seductive and spice things up even though you swear to her your sex life is perfect. The tree lines up with one of the many paths inside the chest-high flower field.

“Ok, so, maybe get the shot of me undressing here and move into the field for the rest of the shots before we fuck, yeah?” She turns, her nose reddening.

“I can tell you’re already—”

“Achoo!”

“I can tell you’re already going to hate this”

“No, I’m fine.” She is, in fact, not fine, her stuffy nose tone already in full swing.

The shoot proceeds as per usual. This amateur venture with Yeji has actually helped improve your camera work, making the process smooth and allowing you to focus more on her body than the ISO settings. It’d be a lot sexier and easier to film if she didn’t need to stop and sneeze every minute or so.

“Achoo!”

“Is that a bee?!”

“I swear something just stung me.”

The slow-mo for the intro comes off as particularly cheesy, allergies interrupting even these quick, momentary clips as she skips between patches of yellow flowers. You can tell how unbearable her runny nose has become with Yeji sniffing constantly to keep everything from spilling out. It’s somehow both disgusting and adorable; your erection almost forgetting how sexy she also looks with sunbeams bouncing off her perfect skin.

When it’s time to record the paid content, you wonder if she’ll even be able to breathe through it properly. You position yourself at an angle as the camera counts down to start recording. With both the heat and light breeze of the afternoon, Yeji’s outer lips are still as dry as can be. You reach into the bag for some lube but, fuck. Left it at home.

“Hold on,” she says when noticing the complication. Alien sounds emerge from her throat for a moment, one hand goes up to her lips to then come back around her exposed ass. She smears the phlegm over her entrance and runs some of the residue over her asshole. You watch in disbelief, unsure of which body part of yours is more confused. Your cock overpowers your brain, though, and you watch the sticky snot mix with her inner arousal.

“Achoo!”

“Lube is lube, I guess.”

Author: @panchatea

Assignment: Yuqi celebrating International Horny Day by asking OC to send nudes, and she'll send some back.

Grade: C, for “chacha making me download and reupload two pictures and I know I didn't say not to but what the hell this isn't sustainable”

ChaCha Assignment: Webcam Request

Click fast, think fast, and aim godly. These are the things you need to master as a pro player. Endless ticking and clicking sounds coming from the mouse and keyboard filled your room. Your eyes glued to the screen, the rounds weren’t exactly on your odds and the game is close to overtime, however, you’ll win the game if you win this round.

“Shit! I’m sorry they got me! I got one tho...” There they went again a Jett auto-lock who rushed every round, “2 left on A Short, they could have gone to B link and go Hooka Window or B long.”

You clicked your tongue, they should have just held the site instead of rushing and peaking but they didn’t listen.

“Reyna and Omen, be careful at A Bathroom. Just fucking hold an angle and the site,” you warned them as you hold B site near the window while your other teammate holds B garden in case the enemies rotate to your side. This round is still possible to win as long as the two holding A site.

“A Bathroom trade me, Reyna!” Omen said as he rushed through two players. Of course, they wouldn’t listen, these cocky immortal players.

“Fuck what was that flick!” Reyna cussed, looks like she got killed also. Just thank god she was able to take at least one with her.

“I’m flashing them!” Skye at the garden said, releasing her hawks at someone sneaking from the B lobby, “Blinded!”

“Good call! Don’t peak, Skye.” However, just as you told her not to, she peaked and died from an operator sniper.

“Sage, I’m sorry. It’s on you now to clutch this game.” Fuck them for putting you in a three versus one situation and worse you are using a sentinel—an agent good at defending but have less than battling capability compared to other agents.

There are three enemies left: Skye coming defender side spawn to flank you, enemy Sage that might be coming from B Window or is tailing Jett, and lastly Jett coming from B teleporter.

First off, using your wall you walled B Window to block anyone coming from there and give yourself a higher unusual angle place boost. Then, you threw one of your slow orbs at B hall to slow down Skye who was flanking.

“Peak Jett you bitch!” You cussed, and just as you said, the enemy Jett peaked with her operator to shoot you. Unlucky for her, you were in an unusual higher angle, resulting for her to only hit your legs, and although the gun was strong, it’s the legs that she hit so it won’t kill you; Lucky, for you that you pre-aimed her using the vandal and everything is one shot with it as long as it’s the head.

“One down!” Continuing the clutch moment, you threw the last of your slow orbs at the garden in case the enemy Sage rush from there, and then you got down from your wall boost for reposition.

You held out your healing ability and helped yourself with it. Then pre-aimed the Garden from a different angle just right at the bottom of your wall.

"Guys let me show you the thing called Sage diff." You smirked and as if on cue, Sage appeared. The enemy shoots at the high position you were once in, and with that mistake from her. You were able to outsmart her and kill her.

Two down.

Last one and you will be able to win this game.

YUQI POWER!

Your headphones gave a sound not coming from the game. Based on the sounds and luxury of a second screen, you were able to confirm that it was your idol girlfriend Yuqi calling you.

However, at that one moment, you weren't able to hear the footsteps of the enemy coming from behind. You quickly flicked your mouse to aim for the enemy, but just as you turned around, you were greeted by a flash that blinded you to death.

Round Lost.

You weren't able to win the round. You were frustrated but it wasn't Yuqi's fault. After taking a deep breath, you answered the call.

From the screen, Yuqi appeared with a big smile on her face.

"Hey, babe! Can you send me a dick pic?"

"Yuqi, what the fuck!?"

Author: @ifeelsounsure0

Assignment: Less than 200 words of futa!Liliana x hardcoregoth!Yujin(Kep1er) falling in love and fucking. But you fail super hard if you use more than 200 words to portray the entire event, first sight to afterglow of orgasm.

Grade: A+, because frankly it’s awesome and you wrote it extremely quickly and I don’t have time to say anything silly about it before I post this

“W—what are you?”

“Don’t worry about it, lover.” The dark beauty’s hand strokes down Yujin’s cheek before darkness surrounds them.

Yujin reopens her eyes to a dimly lit bedroom, purple torches illuminate the room, inky mirrors form the walls, and black furniture dominates the color palette.

“What did you want?”

“You. I think you’re beautiful.” A blush creeps up Yujin’s face. “It seems like you liked that.”

The girl nods before being pulled into a kiss.

The kiss was entrancing so much so that she barely noticed her feet were floating midair.

“These clothes are annoying.” A flick of her hand and their clothes disintegrate into nothingness.

“You have a dick?”

The woman smiles. “Magical, but yes.”

“It looks so real.”

A smile before the woman raises her hand slightly, pushing Yujin to the wall and lifting her legs. “May I?”

A cute nod from Yujin.

“This may hurt.” Her lips run down Yujin’s neck as she pushes in.

“Yess.” Deeper. “O-oh!” Halfway. “Ahhh fuck!” All the way. “Oh god fuckkk!” Yujin’s arousal perfumes the air as she squirms in the woman’s arms.

“Beautiful.” Warmth fills Yujin’s trembling core before they crash into bed.

“My name is Lilliana.”

[bullshxtvixen]

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HEYHEYHEY! This is the very first NSFW Server Collab by the Haikyuu Headquarters Discord Server!

This has been weeks in the planning and we’re all super excited to share the collab with you!

Our 18+ server members were given the following prompt and asked to choose a character and write a fic based on the prompt. They’re allowed to do whatever they like with the fic as long as the prompt is included!

This weeks prompt: Mirror Fuck.

We have over 10+ members taking part so there’ll be a lot of new content coming your way!

When does this masterlist go live?: Monday 3rd August 11:30pm U.K time.

Masterlist status: Active

As stated in our very first SFW server collab, these were inspired by my friends over in the BNHArem server, so if you’re into BNHA, i highly suggest checking their server collabs out here (SFW and NSFW)

Don’t forget to like/reblog to bookmark or to check back here tomorrow to see the masterlist when it goes live!

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Akaashi - @just-the-mouse

Aone - @des-the-girl

Atsumu - @animewh0re

Daichi - @saetyrn9​

Hanamaki x Kiyoko - @multifandhoem

Kuroo - @simpkuroo

Kyōtani - @nyxdelanuit

Oikawa - @thisisthehardestthing

Osamu - @soft-for-shoyo

Suga - @weyheyjxlya

Tendou - @dadchis-girl​

Terushima - @joyousandverywarlike​

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All links will be active tomorrow, so make sure to bookmark now and check back in 24 hours and enjoy reading <3 (Don’t forget to let the writers know you’ve enjoyed their work, everyone’s worked super hard on these!)

(Link’s that aren’t active after the masterlist is live means that the writer is yet to turn in their work.)

If you’re interested in being a member of the server, you can check out this post here, we’d love to have you!

#hqhq server collab #haikyuu #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #tendou x reader #ushijima x reader #terushima x reader #suga x reader #sugawara x reader #kuroo x reader #oikawa x reader #osamu x reader #daichi x reader #atsumu x reader #bokuto x reader #kyotani x reader #akaashi x reader #aone x reader #hanamaki x reader #kuroo tetsurou #bokuto koutarou #ushijima wakatoshi #kyotani kentaro #oikawa tooru #akaashi keiji #miya twins #miya atsumu #miya osamu #aone takanobu #hq x reader

[vagabond-sun]

this is a post addressing some criticism #WolfGetsReal is getting. a good post, i promise. because people have made some good points. i’m not reblogging the post they’re from because there’s enough that i disagree with that i don’t want to just amplify it onto my own followers, but there’s also enough well-reasoned and productive criticism that it deserves a response. like, geuinely, i really want to emphasise that we do give a shit that some people think this was poorly executed (or a bad idea in general) and to enter into a dialogue about that, so we can do it better. tumblr is a fucking godawful platform for any kind of productive communication, but here goes.

cc @a-dragons-journal @spiritus-sonne @shadowfae, come get y’all juice.

the most salient point that i think was made is about how emotionally exhausting this has been for some people. i don’t think it’s selfish to point that out. i disagree with the assertion that this isn’t worth making noise about, but it doesn’t do any of us any good to alienate or exhaust people like yourselves who feel that way. while we’ve been doing our best to meter out our own posts, and formulated the hashtag with blacklistability in mind, we set into motion something that we inherently wouldn’t be able to exert that same level of control over. we tried really, really hard to strike a balance between making people see this as a problem worth taking action over without making it seem like the end of the world. that balance clearly hasn’t been managed well enough, and is definitely something that will be getting even more attention from this point on (and if you have any specific feedback on how we can do that, that would be appreciated).

speaking of which, i’m seeing you saying that this is only being taken as metaphor, and that’s why this isn’t a big deal. that’s why we think it is. in both instances, the movies were panned because they thought the inclusion of nonhumanity was queerphobic. like i said here, yeah, the movie’s bombing, but it’s getting attention from slate and polygon and the washington post - outlets with innumerable eyes on them. innumerable eyes learning about this species dysphoria thing for the first time by journalists they trust telling them that it’s a mockery of ‘real’ issues. and that’s why we saw this as a big enough deal to merit speaking out about it.

that has been communicated poorly. particularly on twitter, the focus we put on the interview with the director was... uneccesary? and has had a clear cause-effect on the message people are taking away and the actions they’re taking as a result. that’s a pretty obvious goof with a pretty obvious lesson. i at the very least thought more people would click through for the full context and nuance of the tumblr post - i thought that was pretty ok (and so did our discord users that we ran it by) but maybe you disagree?

i will admit, the whole grimes thing kind of passed me by - hell, maybe if we had been more aware of it and studied how it went, we would have formulated our approach differently. rani had concrete suggestions here, which i appreciate:

[...] make a point of talking in whatever tags are relevant about our experiences, about real species dysphoria and what it’s like and how we deal with it and why it isn’t whatever demon the movie made out of it, about real nonhumanity, about Otherkin 101, etc. etc.

we did ask people to do some of those things, but again, that part of the message seems to have been lost and/or we didn’t put the appropriate amount of focus on it. so, yeah, noted. while the campaign’s still alive, we can make followups with calls for these more specific and productive actions (indeed, that’s kind of what i was trying to do with the post linking to articles).

this criticism is important to hear because we definitely intend to do more calls for responses to media in the future. we are going to get more bad alterhuman representation, that i’m sure of. hopefully, taking what you’ve said into account, we can do them better. considering all this has left me with two big questions which will hopefully spark more discussion:

something that stood out to me was luteia saying ‘we don’t have any power we can use’ - how do we build that?

how do we strike a balance between motivating people in our own communities to see alterhuman awareness as a real issue without stirring up fear and panic?

genuinely, thank you for your opinions.

#i'm not gonna say 'don't reblog' but this would be kind of a weird one to #it's not a dunk or Content or anything i'm just trying to have a conversation in earnest on the worst designed website in the world #i'm not putting it in any tags for a reason #ETA: i mean people who i haven't @d here. if i'm adressing you please do respond :v

[luci-cunt]

im about to go to sleep but when i awaken i hope to find an essay from you on how i get into hermitcraft

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH (just got home from work and I have a new puppy so I will be dead for the next week but here's this very quick overview bc I love you and also Hermitcraft)

SO--YOU WANNA FALL DEEPER DOWN THE MCYT HOLE BC DSMP WASN'T CONVOLUTED ENOUGH???? TIRED OF INCOMPREHENSIBLE LORE AND HARD-TO-FOLLOW PLOTLINES FILLED WITH ANGST AND TRAUMA??? WANT SOMETHING A BIT MORE LAID BACK????

OH BOY DO I HAVE THE ANSWER FOR YOU!!!

First of all: Hermitcraft is essentially a series where a bunch of super talented and pretty longstanding mcyt-ers play on a single minecraft server for a period of a "season" and build absolutely fucking insane bases and vibe together. It's all very structured and organized so on every member's channel u'll find playlists for each season.

(oh and by longstanding mcyt-ers I mean literal pioneers in the mcyt community, people who have redstone inventions named after them bc they've been around longer than the redstone itself--etc)

The server is super chill!!! Everyone is very nice and they all get along super well and coordinate things on a discord server so that everyone's got all the info and they also prioritize building over basically everything--which means like, fire tic is off (meaning fire cannot spread), you do not steal anythign unless you will pay it back at least like twice over (once Grian accidentally killed ppl so he grinded them out full enchanted netherite armor/tools + some blocks and this is literally just like, what everyone does)

But!!!! besides all that!!!! where do you start *watching*!!!!

There are something like,,, 30 members on teh HC server??? more??? I cannot remember. Every one of them posts Hermitcraft episodes to their youtube channels, but there's also a HC recap youtube channel dedicated to weekly recaps of all hermit activity which you can find here!!

The thing about HC is that everytime there's a new update to MC, or even just the server starts to get stale--they throw out the world and start a new, completely empty one from scratch and thus is a new "season." Currently we're only a few episodes into the 8th season!

I watch a very limited scope of HC but--here are my limited reccomendations

GRIANNNNNNNN: because of course, we love grian, we stan grian, he has cats--what more could you ask for? Yes you've seen him gracing your screen in MCC and killing it, and you've also most likely seen him in fanart comparing him to Philza bc both are badass MC players with ✨wings✨he's chaotic and super creative and very kind! he also builds lots of mega builds and they are *incredible.* You're gonna wanna watch him if you want some good, lighthearted gremlin content.

Goodtimeswithscar: my BELOVED!!! This man is like, chaos but make it absolutely harmless. He is Dr. Doofenshmurtz levels of unfunctioning in the best ways possible. Mans tries so hard to be a villain and he just akjsd;lfja;sldfkj cannot pull it off and I adore him so much for it. Also he's got a new vibe every season--last season he was a wizard who lived in a giant snail before moving into a massive mining-construciton-thing??? And this season he has very much Howl's Moving Castle vibes. He also streams on twitch!!! Which I would totally recommend bc he's very chill and fun to listen to. You're gonna wanna watch him if you want a little bit more spice to your episodes--what is that spice exactly? Just watch and you'll see >:))

Some honorable mentions of ppl I don't really watch but love:

Pearlescentmoon: she's a new member to the HC server this season and I love her!!! I've only seen her a bit in Grian and Scar's vids but she took down an entire build just to rotate it like 90 degrees we stan an icon.

Mumbojumbo: a redstone fucking madman--also like--posh?? but in an unoffensive way?? I have no idea this man is so white but also I love him?? that doesn't describe him right just--just watch something of his and you'll understand.

Bdubs: my BELOVED!!! he's just aslkjd;flajsdflk everything, idk man just watch a vid and you'll be in love he's just aslkjdf;lasjkf everything. His starter house is a massive moon with a clock hanging from it it's so pog I love him so much watch his videos

OH AND WHAT'S THAT???? YOU GET HOOKED ON HC CONTENT BUT THINK,,,,,,, 'HM--THERE'S NOT QUITE ENOUGH MURDER IN THIS'???

BRO I"VE GOT THE ANSWER FOR YOU!

(also it's very short--I think there's only like 8 episodes cuz there was only 8 sessions--it's complicated but Grian explains it in the first ep dw)

3rd Life SMP

(everyone has 3 lives--losing the first 2 means nothing, but once you die 3 times you goal becomes to kill every other player on the server. It does not go over like this. Roleplay ensues. Gays are had. What the fuck why does Ren have a scottish accent--why is he dead--MARTYN WHAT--)

You want wholesome gays with a bit of angst but an overall happy ending that will make you cry???

Watch Mr. Gaming and Scott Smajor's POV

(they live in a flower filled valley in little hobbit holes and they are husbands and they are not going to murder people bc that is not what nice people do and--oh my god did you just fucking kill my husband alright murder is ok--)

You want lighthearted, roleplay light hilarity???

Watch Grian and Scar's POV

(there's a llama named pizza, grian is bloodthirsty and not even on his red life, and scar really just would rather steal cookies and scam ppl out of their nice clothes than kill ppl)

You want somethign I can't even really describe but there's royalty involved?? and people dying for one another and very dramatic rp??

WATCH THE RED KING AND HIS HAND BRING UPON THE RED WINTER

(there's not even an explanation I can give here, I love them, they're killing it)

(there are other awesome ppl on the server but that's who I was mostly watching, also--Maj--to get you invested here's some mostly spoiler free cool fanart to hook you and some shitposts that are hilarious and very accurate <3 XDD)

Be warned tho man,,, that last episode--on anyone's POV alk;jsdf;lajsd it's ajlsd;fkjsad;lfkj just

Ok sleep time now, I had to cuddle a needy puppy like, throughout this whole thing and typed most of it with one hand you would not believe how hard it is to find and link this many things with one hand if you do not click on every single link I will know and I will stab you <3

#luci doesn't shut up #hermitcraft #3rd life smp #love thes ebitches #plz watch 3rd life I love it so much and no one else has watched it alsdkjf;lajskdfasdf #maj plz #do this for me #also plz enjoy hermitcraft it's so great #scar's streams are so good #and grian is jsut fantastic #goodnight now

[thebiscuiteternal]

“Paper Scraps”

Post-Canon, Angst, Hurt/Comfort...ish?, Reconciliation, Discussion of Suicidal Ideation, Ghosts, Implied Sangyu, Mo Xuanyu Gets To Be Mourned, Wei Wuxian and Nie Huaisang Are Going Through It

Series Link on Ao3

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"To what do I owe the surprise visit?'' Nie Huaisang asks, and his voice is so devoid of emotion that Wei Wuxian has to bite back a shudder, suddenly very much aware that he is treading in completely new and potentially dangerous territory.

Nie-xiong is as dead as his beloved elder brother, and the Headshaker was nothing more than a mask. All that's left now is Nie-zongzhu, whom he knows nothing about and threatened the last time they actually spoke to each other in person.

Still, he sucks up his nerve and plasters on one of his usual careless smiles. "We need to talk, you and I. Just you and I."

"Wei Ying-"

He holds up a hand to cut off Lan Zhan's protest. "How about it?"

"And what, exactly, do you think there is for us to discuss, Wei-xiansheng? Have I not been behaving well enough for your liking?"

Ouch.

"Okay, I deserved that," Wei Wuxian says as he waves off his defensive husband and friend a second time, suddenly wishing he'd just snuck out and come alone.

Then again, that probably wouldn't have gone well either, judging by the wary looks he keeps getting from the handful of Nie disciples who linger defensively near their sect leader.

Okay... okay. No more trying to joke around. He takes a deep breath and lets it out, then straightens his back. "I'm here about Mo Xuanyu."

Nie Huaisang’s face betrays nothing, but the fan in his hand snaps shut with enough force that it's audible throughout the room. “Everyone, please escort our other two guests to the main gardens so that we may speak privately.”

“Zongzhu-” one massive bear of a man starts to protest.

At the same time Lan Zhan moves in front of Wei Wuxian to growl “We are not going anywhere,” and the tension in the room ratchets sharply to hair-on-end levels as the situation threatens to turn into a standoff.

Wei Wuxian pinches the bridge of his nose to stave off a building headache, then reaches out in an attempt to tug his husband back. “Lan Zhan. I’m the one who requested a one-on-one meeting, remember? Literally just now?”

“He cannot be truste-”

“Wei-gongzi, he might-”

“Enough,” Nie Huaisang snaps, the unexpected whip-crack of his voice making them all, a few disciples included, jump. “Let me remind all three of you that you came here and none of you are required to stay. In fact, today would be much improved if you didn’t.”

“Lan Zhan.” Wei Wuxian hisses.

Lan Zhan doesn’t budge, hand still tight on the hilt of Bichen. “If you harm Wei Ying-”

“Yes, yes, you and the Ghost General will cut me open and hang me with my own entrails just to start with,” Nie Huaisang replies irritably, giving a dismissive wave of the closed fan. “I’m well aware.”

Judging by the startled and utterly appalled looks that cross Lan Zhan and Wen Ning’s faces, that had decidedly not been on the list of options of what they might potentially do. But the descriptive suggestion does work to knock them off guard, and Wei Wuxian bites his tongue hard to keep his expression neutral as the two of them are herded out without any more fuss after Nie Huaisang makes a short gesture to his disciples. “You did that on purpose.”

Nie Huaisang turns without responding to the jibe at all and walks off towards another door.

Ouch again.

He trots after the other man and falls into step beside him as they enter a hallway that’s clearly not for public use. Part of him wants to ask where they’re going, if just to break the uncomfortable silence, but he keeps his mouth shut.

They finally stop at a door that, when Nie Huaisang slides it open, leads to a tiny garden so deep in the sect's keep that the back wall of it is cut into the mountain itself.

And in that little carved out cave, shielded from wind and rain and snow, sits a funeral tablet on a table shrine.

Wei Wuxian involuntarily sucks a sharp breath through his teeth at the sight of it, his hand coming up to clutch at his chest. Guilt wells up hot and stinging and bitter in his stomach, then higher into his throat. Dizzy, he sways on his feet and is only vaguely aware of the hands that catch him.

Once his resurrection had been revealed, everyone simply accepted him as “Wei Wuxian”, not “Wei-Wuxian-In-Mo-Xuanyu’s-Body”, seemingly having just... forgotten that the face he has now once belonged to someone else. He had grown so settled into this body that until the dreams had begun, he had barely given Mo Xuanyu a second thought.

But right at this moment, staring at the name carved into that tablet, held up by the one person left who had remembered- had loved the original owner of this body enough to memorialize him, he has never felt more like an invader in it.

His vision, gone fuzzy from the sickening torrent of emotion, slowly begins to come back into focus and, for just a moment, he is staring through Mo Xuanyu’s eyes into the worried expression of Nie-xiong before the lingering memory clears to the more neutral face of Nie-zongzhu.

He is on the ground, his head in the man’s lap, and the sudden urge to cry hits him hard. “Do you hate me?” he asks without meaning to, voice coming out plaintive and half-strangled by his effort to hold back the tears.

“You were the one who decided there was nothing left between us worth salvaging.”

“I did. And it was stupid. But that’s not what I mean, and you know it. Do you hate me for having this face?”

There is a pause, then a quiet sigh. “No, I don’t.”

“Why?”

“If it wasn’t you, it would be someone else. Or something else. Yu-er was…”

Nie Huaisang turns his head away, expression softening into a complicated mix sadness and pain, and Wei Wuxian finds himself thinking that while ‘his’ Nie-xiong might be dead, Mo Xuanyu’s Nie-xiong might still exist somewhere deep under the protective layers of Nie-zongzhu.

He swallows hard, then makes himself sit up and looks again at the tablet and its small offerings.

“Determined,” he says quietly, finishing the sentence. A tiny wet laugh bubbles out of his throat. “I thought… I really did believe that you had forced him into it,” he continues, and in the edge of his vision, he sees Nie Huaisang flinch at the accusation. “But no. No. He... really was determined to see it out to the end.”

“How do you-”

“Ah.” He scratches his cheek, then scoots to face the other man. “That’s actually the reason I needed to talk to you. I’ve been seeing- fuck, dreaming his memories, I guess… though they were more like nightmares, considering what was in them-”

“Wait,” Nie Huaisang says, holding up a hand. “When did this start?”

“Mmh. Just a little over ten months ago, I think? Or maybe closer to eleven. The first one was of your visit right after his mother died.”

Nie Huaisang goes slightly pale at that, though whether it’s from the admission of the length of time or the contents of the memory, Wei Wuxian can’t tell.

He gets an answer when Nie Huaisang gets up and rushes to the table, returning with something carefully cradled in his hands.

It’s a spirit pouch.

His hands are shaking as he holds them out to accept the tiny burden, and he’s vaguely aware that he’s gaping like a fish. “Huaisang…” he chokes out when he finally manages to find his voice again, but that’s as far as he gets.

“I… have studied a lot of ways of finding and contacting the dead,” Nie Huaisang says, and Wei Wuxian nods along numbly because that makes a ridiculous amount of sense, given the circumstances. “I know what the ritual notes said, but seeing that there was still something left of Da-ge after everything that had been done to him…”

He reaches out and touches the pouch and Wei Wuxian finds himself thinking of a gentle hand ruffling his (but not his) hair.

“I’m just sorry it took me two years to get up the nerve to go looking.”

But you went, Wei Wuxian thinks. You went.

He’d never even considered it. It had never crossed his mind at all.

“Eleven months ago, right?” he asks, voice still a little squeaky.

“Mm-hmm. I should have written to you about this long before now, but it seemed like every time I’d prepared myself to send the letter, something would happen that would remind me that… well.”

That we’re not friends anymore.

That you want nothing to do with me.

Wei Wuxian closes his eyes and rests his hands in his lap, still holding the pouch as if it’s made of porcelain instead of cloth. “I probably wouldn’t have read it,” he confesses quietly. “Or I would have, but I wouldn’t have believed you. I would have thought it was a ruse, a setup-” A tiny, wounded laugh escapes his mouth and he tilts his head back to stare up at the sky. “Maybe that’s why I started having the dreams. His way of telling me I’m an idiot.”

“A little drastic on his part if it was.”

“Can’t say it wasn’t necessary.” The pouch gives a jangling, discordant little hum when he pets it, the fracturing of the soul within vastly different from what he’d felt from Xiao Xingchen. The pieces feel smaller and fewer, yet heavier. “Oh,” he murmurs when he realizes why.

“Oh?”

“The array was designed to consume the resentment of the caster based on negative memories of the person or persons they wanted to curse. That’s why the memories of you and the flashes of his mother were so vivid when the rest of them weren’t. That’s why you were able to find these pieces. He really did see you two as the only bright spots in his life, so those memories were spared.”

Nie Huaisang makes a choked noise in the back of his throat, and when Wei Wuxian turns his head, the other man is looking away in a clear attempt to hide his expression. “He was wrong.”

“A year ago, I would have agreed,” Wei Wuxian mumbles. “After everything he showed me, though… I don’t think he was. I get it.”

He takes a deep breath. He has never talked about this, not with Lan Zhan, not with Wen Ning, and certainly not with Jiang Cheng, even if they are taking tentative baby steps towards being less awkward around each other. He’s not sure he should be talking about it with Nie Huaisang either, but-

“I know what it’s like, just wanting everything to end. Deciding the whole world can go to hell. Maybe I didn’t intend for the backlash from breaking the seal to kill me, but I sure didn’t fucking care what it would do to me one way or another. Nothing and nobody could have saved me by that point. You couldn’t have saved him even if you’d dragged him home with you like Lan Zhan wanted to do to me.”

“Wei Wuxian-”

He ignores the little flutter in his chest that they’ve at least moved back to an address that feels less precarious than the icy ‘Wei-xiansheng’. “Let me finish, okay?”

“Okay.”

“So... So... Ah, fuck,” he mutters, gently shifting the pouch so he can scratch the back of his neck, trying to catch the lost trail of thought. “You know… I never questioned the clothing I woke up in when I was resurrected. As brutal and nasty as the Mo family were and as disgusting as that little shack was, it should have come off as weird that I was wearing such nice robes.”

There is a quiet sniffle, and Wei Wuxian pretends not to see Nie Huaisang wipe wet eyes with the edge of a sleeve as he continues talking. “He appreciated those. Appreciated that you tried to take care of him.”

He raises the pouch to eye level, and it gives another little crackly hum. “And clearly he still appreciates your efforts, considering his method of dragging me here to make me apologize for thinking the worst of your relationship. So, I’m sorry for that.”

Nie Huaisang gives a watery little chuckle and swipes at his eyes again. “Accepted. Is he… Is he alright? I only know how to contact souls, I don’t know anything about tending to them.”

“Honestly… I’m not sure what can be done,” Wei Wuxian admits as he begins another examination. “There’s really so little of him left, I don’t know what will happen if a purification ritual is attempted. He seems to be more stable as he is than Xiao Xingchen was, but there’s no guarantee he’ll stay like that. Still, I owe it to him to find some way to help him out, so I’ll do what I can.”

“If it would be easier for you to take him back to the Cloud Recesses for study, then… then you should,” Nie Huaisang says, and Wei Wuxian is a little bit impressed that he was able to make the offer despite how much it must have hurt.

“I think he’d be much happier staying here,” he says, then tentatively adds, “But that would mean visits, plural, and while I’m definitely going to have a very long talk with them about all this, I doubt I’ll be able to come without either Lan Zhan or Wen Ning… probably both at first.”

Nie Huaisang rubs his temples with his fingertips, his expression cycling through a complicated series of emotions too quickly for Wei Wuxian to follow, then he sighs. “We’ll figure something out,” he says as he reaches out and takes back the pouch.

Wei Wuxian can’t help smiling at the tender way he cradles it against his chest as he gets up to approach the funeral tablet and put it back in place. “Yeah. We’ll figure something out.”

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[auramindedd]

I Like This Girl - SMAU*

Part 11

CorpseHusband x FemReader

Warnings: cussing, mentions of depression

A/N: there is mention of depression coming from y/n’s side, but it’s not gonna be a huge point in the story unless you guys want it to be. i’ve been going through a lot, hence why i mentioned what y/n was going through, but i don’t want to put it in the smau since it can be a heavy topic. i was thinking about it because it’ll make some plot points, but if it makes ANY of you uncomfortable, i won’t. also, super sorry for not updating as frequently as i was. i’m trying to get back on that. school is consuming my life like... well read the story and you’ll see like what ;)

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You sit on your chair, waiting for Corpse to call. Yes, you wait for him because you don’t want to look like a desperate bitch and call him first.

“Whaddup, baby,” Corpse greets. Same fucking greeting like every other time he’s called you, but you still get butterflies every time you hear it.

“Hi, babe,” You greet back, a smirk playing on your lips. Yeah, it’s not ‘baby,’ but it’s something. The only reason you’d called him ‘baby’ through text was to get him to say yes.

Corpse chuckles, and you can hear him shifting in his seat. “Yeah, well, baby works better.”

“I know. It got you to watch Miraculous with me. I like my men simple.” You shrug, getting Teleparty up. You send Corpse the link.

You hear him sigh and it makes you giggle a bit.

You’re so invested in the show - mostly Adrien - that you don’t hear Corpse calling your name.

“Y/N!” Corpse screams into his mic, making you jump slightly.

“What the fuck do you want?” You laugh, trying to stop your heart from beating so fast.

Corpse chuckles, “This is the man you’re simping for? He’s so ridiculously and utterly stupid.” Corpse speaks with some passion, and you can’t help but giggle.

“I guess I can say I like my men so ridiculously and utterly stupid, too.” You shrug. “I think it’s cute, you know? The fact that Marinette likes Adrien and Cat Noir likes Ladybug.”

“No, it’s stupid.” Corpse scoffs. Cute. He’d obviously been invested into the show - enough that he has an opinion on it. It’s not a normal call with him if you don’t tease him about it.

“You like it!” You tease in a sing-songy voice.

“The show? Uh, I don’t. It’s stupid...” Corpse defends himself, but you hear the faintest of a smile in his voice.

“You do!” You exclaim, wanting to jump out of your chair.

Corpse sighs, “I do because I’m a simp for Ladybug just like Cat Noir is.”

You hang up the Discord call, earning spams of messages from Corpse. You’re not actually mad, but Corpse probably thinks your somewhat upset. You can do that - pretend you’re upset when you really aren’t. That shit works like magic when playing Among Us.

He calls you through Discord again, and you give up on pretending to be mad at him.

“What do you want?” You say, trying your best to hide the smile in your voice.

“The only reason I like Ladybug is because she’s hard to get.”

“Mhm?” You drawl, waiting for him to go on.

“Never mind.” Corpse sighs.

“What the fuck? You can’t just do that. I hate when people do that.”

“Do what?”

You throw your hands in the air, “That ‘never mind’ shit. Like motherfucker, you were just about to tell me...”

“I was about to tell you, but decided against it. I don’t know. I’m a pussy.”

“Yeah, I know.” You laugh.

You both steer away from that, starting up a new conversation.

You don’t think you’ve ever laughed so hard with someone else - not even with Karl or Alex, and that’s saying a lot. Corpse is a genuinely funny guy. Sure, he’s made you giggle and laugh here and there, but when you guys are both slamming fists onto your desks, wiping tear, sniffling, and complaining your guys’ stomachs hurt, it’s different. It’s nice. You want to be able to experience it everyday, all day, never wanting to stop laughing with him. Never wanting to stop talking to him.

Corpse’s POV (this time in first person)

Gosh, never have I ever felt this way for someone before. I’ve only known Y/N for a little less than a month, but our friendship is amazing.

She’s funny, sweet, genuine, caring, loving, and so fucking gorgeous.

I know Y/N’s been through a lot. It’s something we’ve talked about before. I hated the fact that she had went through so much. It made me want to switch places with her. I wanted to be the one experiencing the pain rather than her. I can’t even imagine her hurting, crying herself to sleep, feeling the physical pain through mental pain.

It fucking breaks me, but I’d do anything so that I could’ve been the one being put through that shit - even with the shit I’m going through now.

Hearing her small, even breaths over the phone calms me down. I let myself relax, pulling the phone close to me, wishing it was Y/N who was really here.

She’s consuming my life and I’m not mad about it. For fuck’s sake, I can’t even watch a kid’s show without comparing her to the main character.

But the last thing I want to do is push her away.

I like this girl. Like, like like her.

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[angeltiddies]

What was destihellers dni night? I wasn’t here for it :(

it was a brief and fleeting moment on february 1st 2021 where i posted a destihellers dni banner amidst the banner era of spnblr bc it was funny and then it got out of hand and everyone who was awake (like 10 of us) was posting it incessantly and people waking up to it were like what the fuck, and then the next day it was just like wiped off the planet. this was also the night thatisahotsoup posted cas with little bee wings. overall, incredible night, i don't think ive laughed that hard in my life. i was sitting in an empty room on the floor amidst moving to a new apartment just crying laughing on discord vc. i ate chicken tikka masala and cookies and cream ice cream. i remember everything. then i put it on redbubble and all of us bought it and funded the DJ Qualls deangarth cameo and also contributed to a cameo from misha. truly iconic. 100% of proceeds from the sales continue to go towards heller shenanigans so it's a good cause.

and that's the story of

ps. here's a link to that day on my archive where i rbed all the posts, so u can relive it if you want

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[mellohidisc]

╰ ☆ ╮𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 - discord au ✰⋆

1.2k 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 | 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: "𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘦, 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘐 𝘢𝘮." // "𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳."

𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘: 5/5 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 || 𝘺/𝘯 & 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱

I plopped my bag on my unmade and definitely in need of a wash bedsheets. I looked down on it, scrunching my nose seeing blemish marks upon my white sheets. Don’t ask me what it is, maybe dirt? Marker? Maybe the last drops of a monster energy drink that I chucked across my room into the garbage can. I’m not too sure what exactly it is to be quite honest. I’ve been so busy and tired, and the state of my bedroom defiantly showed it. University is hard, especially when it isn’t your only responsibility. With all the homework, my job and trying to keep my long-distance relationship above water it is especially hard.

But for once, the world was on my side. It was the weekend, I didnt have work and nothing due soon for school. I could get a rest, fucking finally. I walked my self over to my desk, and sat down in the chair. Unlike George and his streamer friends with these super expensive duel monitor and pc set up bullshit, I just had my laptop, and fuck Dream for making fun of me for it. I unfolded it, pressing the power on button. I watched as it slowly booted up.

Okay, maybe Dream is right but still fuck him.

I refuse to give that man the satisfaction of saying "I told you so." After waiting for a few to let it boot up all the way, I clicked through onto discord.

sex havers and y/n.

fucking idiots, all five of them.

looking over to the voice channels i saw them all in vc 2. I pondered, and questioned if I was mentally stable enough to listen to karl and quackity scream into my ear. I knew the answer was no but...oh, my finger slipped.

"y/n!" karl yelped with excitement. I felt a second wind rip through my body. that was the effect these boys had on you, if you think you're tired you're actually not.

"hi george." i said brightly, knowing it would offend karl greatly.

"hi hun." he said shortly, taking me off guard. i could hear him slamming on his keyboard.

"what are you playing?" i asked, going to click on his discord profile to find out.

"phasmaphobia, come save me from karl. he's been screaming the whole time in the lobby."

"hell no babe, you're on your own im sorry."

"for once, i agree with them." dream chimed in, making me roll my eyes and make a fake gagging noise at him.

dream has one of the kindest hearts i know of. we just fucked around with each other, but we could never seriously hate each other. he was like a brother to me, and no not one of those weird fucked up "i have a crush on my boyfriends best friend" things, but just a genuine great friend.

my thoughts we're interrupted by a loud scream from sapnap, and quackity and karl yelling run. I winced, smashing the volume down button on my laptop.

"alright nope! no no im done! i am closing the game." george said frantically, you laughed as you watched his discord status change.

"awe did the ghostie boy scare you?" i tease gently, testing the waters. with george sometimes, i could never tell when the teasing would be too much.

before he could anwser, i saw karls face appear on my computer screen making me giggle. he had the camera zoomed all the way into his face, staring dead into the camera.

"george..." he growled lowly, making you laugh.

"yes karl?" george asked innocently.

"SCREW YOU!"

the whole call bursted into laughter, i watched my screen go from only karl to karl and quackity.

oh dear god...

anytime alex has his camera on we knew we were in for it.

i watched quackity as he grabbed a stuffed pillow from behind him, and a pair of scissors off his desk.

"george listen- listen to me. this pillow-" he waved it in front of the camera.

"this is you. now this is a pair of scissors." he proceeded to wave them in front of the camera also.

"now george, i want you to turn your camera on for me."

george groaned in protest.

"why-"

"SHUT UP AND DO IT!" quackity yelled, i whined at him to shut the hell up.

I watched the screen grow again into three cameras on, butterflies filling my stomach as I saw george's smile. sometimes it just feels so surreal to me, how he gave me the time of the day really. when I first meet him he didn't seem like the type to date anyone, and if he did he would have been the type to forget he was dating someone and not answer for days.

yet he proved me wrong.

being with george has been one of the best relationships i've been in. he was kind and caring, and yeah he had a hard times being comforting but he showed his compassion in other ways. whether it be a meme he made himself to make me laugh, or a something as small as sending me a cat video link.

"y/n! turn on your camera." sapnap demanded, making you frown your brows.

"what! why? since when did you have yours on sap?"

"well if you weren't day dreaming ab mr gog mister over here you would have saw me put it on."

I rolled your eyes. I scanned my bedroom and made a face. It is a fucking mess in here.

"okay but dream doesn't have his on." i point out, knowing that wasn't going to help me.

"yeah thats because its dream." karl retorted.

"turn it on."

"turn it on."

"turn it on."

The four of them stared to chant, as dream laughed in the background.

"I fucking hate you guys." I groaned, hitting the camera button on discord.

Quackity placed the bear and scissors down, standing up out of his seat to lean closer to the computer screen.

"holy shit y/n! did a hurricane come through your room or something?" he laughed, half jokingly.

the boys knew they couldn't genuinely say shit, after all they are boys.

"oh fuck off. i would love to see your bedroom."

"i guess this makes me the organized one in the relationship." george says proudly, gleaming with joy.

the boys and i laughed at him, watching his mouth slowly open wide and a look of disbelief spreading across his face.

"what! why are you laughing?"

"george, you and i both know you are the least organized person in the world." dream told him.

i giggled watching georges reactions to their comments. his mannerisms were apart of his humor, the hand gestures and the facial expressions.

"no okay no guys please. listen-"

"guys pleaseeee" sapnap whinned mockingly, sending us all into laughter.

"screw off! babe tell them how organized i am!" he yelled through a laugh.

my eyes widened, fuck. you tried quickly to think of a lie to make him look stupid but good at the same time.

"last night he ate his fruit loops by color." i said, nodding trying to sell it.

"HES FUCKING COLOR BLIND YOU LIAR!" dream yelled loudly.

i covered my mouth from laughing so hard. holy shit. thank god i dont have anything to do tomorrow its going to be a long night.

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