#they're not grossed out by the process so that's good

[bearw-me]

"The dark feathers of her wings expanding like a protective wall around her back to yours." DID SOMETHING TO ME. That fic was TOO good I swear

Soooo, could I request a lute x fem!reader where they're in an argument and like the reader is really calm during it, but Lute is just yelling until she actually says something that strikes a cord within reader and upsets her. Maybe something reader told her in confidence or something Lute knew would hurt her feelings.

But anyways the moment the words leave her mouth Lute's surprised by her own actions and immediate regrets it - especially when she notices the tears in readers eyes before she storms out and locks herself away.

Yada yada lute apologizes her and it ends in a cuddle session with lute wrapping her wings around her!

I'm just really in the mood for angst to fluff 💀. Sorry if this is too long!

thank you so muchh ( TT-TT ) and no request is too long! the more info i gots the better!

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭 — 𝐋𝐮𝐭𝐞.

𐐒 includes : lute x fem!reader 𐐒 cw : angst to fluff, cuddling, swearing 𐐒 summary : during an argument lute says something she regrets, and she'd like to make it up to you 𐐒 word count : 1 k 𐐒 note : i fear i may be too angsty

“Lute,” you tried, voice knotted into a whisper as she screamed at you relentlessly.

“On the promenade!! The FUCKING PROMENADE!” She screamed through her teeth like a banshee, pulling at her scalp in frustration. “Why the fuck would you do that! What is wrong with you!”

“Lute,” you tried again, feeling her words stabbing at your heart like a knife.

‘What is wrong with you!’

You knew better than to try and fight her, or even try to touch her when she was worked up like this. . . but you’ve never seen her like this.

The righteous angel’s wings, unfurled with a fury so hot that they broke everything around it. The sound of broken glass made you cringe, a picture of the two of you shattered beside the nightstand.

“WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU SAY THAT TO THE SERAPHIMS!?”

You stopped trying, screwing your lips shut as you watched on with a blank face-cracked with pain as you laid witnessed Lute’s wraith.

Feather’s breaking from her wings as they fluttered in agony, her finger pointed accusingly at your chest “I’M FUCKING DONE WITH YOU! NO WONDER YOU THOUGHT YOU WEREN’T GOOD ENOUGH FOR HEAVEN.”

And then it sunk in deeper and faster than her spear ever could:

“NO WONDER YOU THOUGHT YOU WEREN’T GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME!”

The world just seemed to stop.

Her wings fell. The whirlwind of her rage stopping immediately, sweeping your hair across your bubbling eyes.

You stared at her incredulously, her eyes popped open in surprise.

She knew how to hurt you. . .

And she did.

You felt your heart smash to pieces, tears and gross sobs wracking your body so fiercely you could’ve sworn she had physically hurt you.

But maybe you’d have preferred that.

Before she could reach out to you and grab you or try to coax an apology through to you by whispering your name, you stormed out of the bedroom. The image of your white tiled floors beneath you; form already hugging your knees to your chest as you cried violently. The sounds of the door being shaken behind you a long-faded noise in your mind.

Who knows how long you were in that bathroom until the tears had dried against your face. You stared up at the ceiling, aching everywhere, and tired. So tired. It had been some time since you’ve cried like that, you thought bittersweetly. And like a trigger you saw Lute’s face in your mind, her lips replaying the worst memory you’d ever received.

You sniffled, turning onto you side with a soft groan. The tiles were hard against your skin, but since you’ve been here a while, they were nice and hot against your face.

You managed a glance at the door, Lute had abandoned it for a while now, leaving you alone to your thoughts and to process the whole thing. . . but you didn’t know if you liked it.

Having her gone was nice. . . but was she gone?

Lute. . .

You scraped yourself from the floor, bare skin padding against the cool tiles. You were just tired, and over this fight, maybe you could think about it more when you had sleep.

The bathroom door creaked open, flooding the dark bedroom with a harsh white light. To your surprise, it revealed Lute laying on the bed, pillows thrown around her back like usual, laying on her side. The massive wings of the angel covering her like a blanket.

It always reminded you of a crab in its shell, the way she liked to protect herself when she slept.

A soft sigh slipped from your lips, and you rounded your side of the bed, reaching to lift her wing up and away so you could rest.

The moment your fingertips grazed one of her primary feathers her entire wing recoiled with a shuttering noise. You stared at her, revealed to you like a precious pearl in a dark, dark place. She had been crying some too. Her eyeliner had run and smeared itself all over her eyelids like a grey mask.

Lute lifted her wing up, extending her arm out on the bed and pulling her legs up in a silent offer. An olive branch of peace.

You tried not to smile, crawling into your normal place with her, face to face on the soft mattress. It felt way better than the tiled floor of the bathroom, especially with her warmth against your chest.

Lute snuggled into your face, never once letting go of your eyes when she spoke the simple: “I’m sorry.”

Silence felt better for you, or maybe you could muster the energy to reply to her. She was just so warm around you. Her wings encasing your body like a cloud. No one ever brought it up, but feathers were always good at keeping their warmth in.

“I only said that because I knew,” she trailed off for a moment, “I knew it would hurt you the most.”

It was quiet again for a minute.

You let your eyes adjust to the darkness and welcomed a short sleep in her arms before the two of you jolted awake, a loud snore breaking the silence.

The tender rays of morning were drifting through the rooms shear curtains. It was morning already.

You turned to Lute, missing her innocently before you realized she was awake too, already looking at you with her golden eyes. “Do you think you’d like to sleep in today? I’m too tired.”

You smiled “Yes.”

“Back to bed then.”

She pulled you in closer, skin against skin in the way that felt most familiar to you both. You smiled into her neck, and you could feel her smile too.

With a newfound burst of love, the cuddly aggression took over the both of you. Your hands going up her ribs and around her shoulders while she rubbed your back, legs locking you in as close as she could muster you. Fully appreciating the feeling of your body next to hers.

“I love you,” she stated, eyes flickering down to your lips before hers crashed into yours.

#hazbin hotel #imagines #headcannons #headcanon #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin lute #reader insert #lute x reader #lute x y/n #lute x you #lute x gn!reader #gender neutral reader #angst #fluff #cuddling

[crimeronan]

i've seen a couple people in the notes of this very good post about fictional polyamory by @thebibliosphere say things along the lines of "oh, i've been doing it wrong :(" or "how do i know if i did this right??" or "i should probably give up and start over, i wrote this badly :(" and. no!!!!

(i AM seeing far MORE people say "oh, this clarified and helped me so much, i think i know how to fix issues i've been having with my own story" which. YES!!!!)

listen. if you're a monogamous person who's writing a polyamorous relationship, and you've been focusing mainly on The Triad and All Three Together All The Time as the endgame, that's literally fine. that's a perfectly acceptable and strong starting point for your plotting, imo. you do not need to give up on a story that you've started like this.

but the things discussed in the post Can and Should improve your execution!

you can keep the same plot beats and overall relationship arc 100%. polyamorous relationships are infinite in their formations, every one is unique. "basically a monogamous romance but with three people" Does exist, as a relationship type. you're not hashtag Misrepresenting (TM) poly people with it

BUT i do think it will help to read up on some poly people talking about how their relationships Differ from monogamous ones.

so i have outlined some basic important concepts about polyamory.

MORE IMPORTANTLY though, i've broken down some questions that you can answer throughout the writing process to strengthen your individual dyad relationships, your individual characterization, & your characters' individual feelings/experiences. this is a writing resource have fun

future kitkat butting in to say i spent over two hours writing this and it definitely needs a readmore. it is also NOT comprehensive. but everything should be pretty simple to follow! feel free to reblog if you find it helpful yourself or just want to reward me for how gotdan long this took KSLDKFJKDL.

i've grabbed quick links for a couple of the important concepts, some have SEO pitches in them but the info largely seems to be good. (if i missed anything Egregiously Gross on these sites i should be able to update the links with better ones later, since they're under the readmore.)

sidenote: this is NOT meant to be overwhelming, despite the length. if you can't read all of this, that's Okay. you do not need to give up on your writing.

here we go:

compersion!

compersion is a BIG thing in a lot of polyamorous relationships. it's joy derived from seeing two (or more) of your partners happy together, or joy derived from seeing your partner happy with someone else.

compersion is really important as a concept because it highlights that every individual relationship within a polycule is different -- and that that's a GOOD thing. it's sort of the inverse of jealousy.

by the "inverse of jealousy," i mean that instead of feeling left out and upset and possessive, you feel happy/joyous/content.

i can use personal experience as an example: it's a Relief for me when my partners receive joy/support/sex/romance/etc that i can't (or prefer not to) give them. and i love seeing my partners make each other laugh and be silly together.

it's 100% okay for a poly triad not to be together 100% of the time, it doesn't mean that the third member is being left out or not treated equally when two people do things alone together.

(i have individual dates with my partners all the time! PLUS larger 3-and-4-person date nights.)

if the third member DOES feel jealous or left out, then the polycule can have a conversation to figure out what needs/wants aren't being met, and solve that. this happens semi-regularly in my polycule, as it will happen in any relationship (including monogamous ones)! it's just part of being an adult, sometimes you have to talk about feelings.

metamours!

a metamour is someone who is dating your partner, but ISN'T dating you. this may not be relevant for people writing closed three-person romantic sexual triads, but it's a super helpful term to know.

the linked article also lists different types of metamour relationships with some fun phrasing i hadn't heard before. the tl;dr is: sometimes you'll be domestic cohabitation friends, sometimes you'll be buddies with your own friendship, sometimes you might not interact much outside of parties, every relationship is different.

there's no one-size-fits-all requirement for metamour relationships. sometimes polyamorous people will end up dating their metamour after a while (has happened to me), sometimes polyamorous people will break up with one partner for normal life reasons, but remain friendly metamours.

the goal of polyamory is NOT for EVERYONE to fall in love. it is 100% okay if this happens in your story, it happens in real life too! but it is also 100% okay for characters to be metamours without ever becoming "more than friends."

(sidenote: try to kill any internalized "more than" that you have when it comes to friendship. friends are just as important and special and vital as partners.)

of course there are a million ways for messiness to occur with metamours within a complex polycule, exactly like with close-knit platonic friend groups. however this post is not about that! there's enough "here's how polyamory can go wrong" stuff out there already, so i'm focusing on the positives here :)

open versus closed polyamorous relationships!

i'm struggling to find an online article that reflects my experience without directly contradicting at least SOME stuff. so i'll give a quick rundown

google has a bunch of conflicting definitions of open relationships and whether open relationships are different from polyamory. the general consensus seems to be that an open relationship prioritizes one partnership (often a marriage), but that each partner can have extraneous flings or long-term commitments (most often sexual in nature).

this is not typically how i use the term wrt polyamory. the poly concept is pretty simple. a closed polyamorous relationship is one with boundaries like a monogamous one. there are multiple partners in the polycule, but they are not interested in having anybody new join said polycule.

an open polyamorous relationship tends to be more flexible -- it just means that IF someone in the polycule develops mutual feelings for a new person, it's fine for them to become part of said polycule if they want to! the relationship/person is open to newcomers.

some groups will need to negotiate this all together, others will just go "haha, you kids have fun." just depends on the individuals!

with open AND closed polyamorous relationships, the most important thing is making sure that there's respectful communication and that everyone is on the same page. but there's no one-size-fits-all way to do that.

i wish i could give you guys a prescriptive "You Must Do It This Way" guide, but that's.... basically the opposite of what polyamory is about, HAHA.

feelings for multiple people!

i was gonna tack this on to the previous section but decided it warranted its own lil bit.

a defining feature (....i'm told?) of monogamous relationships is that a monogamous person only has feelings for One individual at a time. they only want a relationship with one individual at a time. or, if they DO have feelings for multiple people simultaneously, they're still only comfortable dating one person at a time & being exclusive with that one person.

this is perfectly fine!

the poly experience is generally different from this. but once again..... polyamorous people all have different individual perspectives on this.

for me, i have never been able to draw hard boxes around romantic vs sexual vs platonic relationships, & i love many people at once. my personal polycule lacks many strict definitions beyond "these are my chosen people, i want to forge a life with them indefinitely, whatever shape that life takes"

some poly people feel explicit romantic or sexual attraction to multiple people at once, some poly people feel almost no romantic or sexual attraction at all. i'd say that MOST poly people feel different things for different partners, which is not a bad thing!

some poly people are even monogamous-leaning -- they have just chosen one romantic partner who is themselves part of a larger polycule. (so this monogamous-leaning person has at least one metamour!)

or alternatively, they might have one romantic partner AND a qpr, or other ways of defining relationships. (this is a factor in my own polycule!)

i made this its own point because if you're writing a straightforward triad, this is unlikely to come up in the story itself -- but it's worth thinking about how your characters develop/handle feelings outside of their partnerships.

like, is this sort of a soulmateship, 'these are the only ones for me' type deal? in which they won't fall in love with anyone else, and can be fairly certain of that?

that's pretty close to typical monogamous standards but you Can make it work. just be thoughtful with it

alternatively, can you see any of these characters falling in love Again after the happily-ever-after? and how would the triad approach it, if so? what would they all need to talk about beforehand, and what feelings would everybody have about the situation?

it's worth considering these questions even if the hypothetical will never feature in your actual canon, because knowing the answers to these questions will help you understand all of the individuals & their relationship(s) MUCH better.

i've been typing this for nearly two hours and there's a lot more i COULD say because... there's just a lot to say. i'll close out with some quick questions that you can ask yourself when developing the dyad dynamics within your triad

first, take a page and create a separate section for each individual dyad. then answer these questions for every pair:

how does each pair act when alone?

how do they act differently alone compared to when they're with their third partner?

are there any elements of this dyad (romantic, sexual, financial, domestic, etc) that these two people DON'T have with the third partner?

if so, what are they?

are there any boundaries or hard limits within this dyad that aren't shared with the third partner?

if so, what are they?

partner 3 goes out of town alone for a few weeks. what are the remaining two doing in their absence?

(doesn't have to be anything special, it's just to get a sense of how the two interact on a day-by-day basis without the third there)

what is something that each partner in the dyad admires about the other -- that they DON'T necessarily see in the third partner?

what problem do These Two Specifically need to solve in the story before their relationship will work?

how is that problem DIFFERENT from the problems being solved within the other two dyads?

doing this for ALL THREE dyads is VITAL imo. that way, you develop complex and nuanced and different relationships that all have unique dynamics.

those questions should be enough to get you started, i hope

then After you've charted the differences in relationships, you can start to jot down similarities in the overarching triad. what does one person admire in Both of their partners? what are activities that all three like to do together? what are boundaries or discussions that all three share?

but the main goal is to figure out how to Differentiate each relationship!

a polycule is only as strong as the individual relationships within it. if two people are struggling with their own relationship, adding a third person won't fix that.

(UNLESS the third person is the catalyst for those two to, like, Actually Communicate And Work Their Shit Out. i just mean that the old adage of "maybe if we just add a third-" works about as well to fix a miserable non-communicative marriage as, uh, "maybe if we have a baby-")

AND FINALLY.

if you're not sure whether your poly romance reads organically to poly people, you can hire a sensitivity reader with poly experience. if you can't afford that, you can read up on polyamorous resources like a glossary of terms & articles actually written by poly people. (and stories written by poly people!)

you can also just.... ask poly people questions, if they're open to it. i like talking about polyamory and my own relationships so you're welcome to send asks if u want, i just can't guarantee i'll answer bc my energy levels fluctuate a lot and i don't always have time.

polyamorous people are in an uphill battle for positive representation right now & so the LAST thing i want to see is authors giving up on their stories bc they're worried about getting things Wrong. well-meaning and positive stories that treat this kind of love as normal, healthy, & aspirational are So So So Needed. even if you guys end up with some funky-feeling details.

seriously, if you're monogamous then you probably don't have a full idea of Just How Nasty a lot of people can get about polyamory. i wish it DIDN'T mean so much for you guys to want to write nice stories about us, but it does mean a lot. and it means a lot that you want to do it WELL.

in conclusion. this is not a prescriptive guide, it's just a way to raise questions. and also, you all are doing FINE.

#thebibliosphere i apologize for tagging u when we don't know each other at all i just want u to get credit for the initial discussion #given that it is so much more thoughtful and clear than anything i'd think to write. #i did NOT mean to spend multiple hours on this but once i started writing i was like #oh god i actually do have like a lot i can tell monogamous people about writing poly people & the poly perspective #anyway. i mention it in the post but people can send me (respectful. obviously) asks if they have questions #i cant promise to answer all of them bc i am bad at this. but if i'm well enough then i'll try #polyamory #non-monogamy #ethical non-monogamy #writing #my writing #writing advice #relationships

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for making a joke about my sex life to a student? 😏🐓 Nsfw text obv i know the title sounds bad but please read everything

I (Transmasc, 25) work on a school, very open as being gay, pride pins and it all, not as a teacher but I take care of computers, textbooks and the library. The younger folk seem to like me, but it's in high school folks things get ugly. Most just don't care about me, which I can't judge, being a teen sucks. Some hate me for telling them to go back to class. The ones that like me (mostly queer/autistic folk) like me for real.

There's this one boy (he's either 16 or 17 so he's NOT a kid) that always makes fun of me, is always skipping classes, is mean to everyone, implied a old teacher she should be better off dead, bothers everyone, talk loudly and complains about everything on his sight.

And he is. Very bigoted. I saw him more than once hurting the girls he studies with (slapping/punching) and caling the whores and more, telling them to suck him off, ride his dick, gag on his cock, etc, saying very hurtful things on gay men/anyone he deemed gay, and principal can only call his parents so many times before the parents stop showing and taking the concerns seriously. This is an ongoing issue since 6th grade, as far as I know. He hates my guts since I've called the principal on him more than once for going off on me telling me to fuck myself for asking him to go back to class.

My main strategy with him is ignoring him and the second one is answering as I don't understand him. Perks of being autistic I guess, being able to do this with a straight face. So: he calls me a chicken, I tell him they're my favorite farm animal, how did he guess? They're so amazing and cute. He tells me the lunch is gross, I say they can buy their lunch to bring if they want to, school food isn't that good (not true, the school food is amazing. Most students eat more than one plate). The computers are too slow, I ask him to please be patient cause they're old men that don't like to work, be nice to them :(. Guy says that the classes sucks, I tell him that the complaint box is at (governor's address) but yea they suck but at least he has only one year left.

This is where I might be the asshole, because I hurt myself going up and down a chair to organize some textbooks and I already have severe hip/knee pain so this only made me hurt worse so I am already pretty grumpy. A teacher asks for a banner of a periodic table and I have to find the table and go up a chair to hang it, and in the process, I let out a moan of pain becaude my knees dream of my downfall, and the teacher asks me if I am okay, so I tell yea, my hips and knees just hurt like a bitch. And this one student tells me "why, are you beaten up from taking cock in your ass?" And I breath deeply and answer "If it was from fucking I would be damn happy, but it's only from working. Anyways teacher here you go (with the periodic table)" and the teacher looks me with a surprised expression and all the class is silent and uncomfortable so I just left. Now the student can't look in my eyes but at least they're not talking to me anymore and the teacher hasn't said anything. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[soullumii]

masked up | joel miller x f!reader

pairing: joel miller x fem!afab!reader

summary: joel fucks you while wearing his gas mask

warnings/tags: 18+ content MDNI, very self indulgent smut (unprotected piv oops, mask kink 🤭, vaginal fingering, riding joel cowgirl because that is for sure his fav position, little bit of a bulge kink, oral [m receiving]) descriptions of blood and violence, established relationship (married!! whoop whoop!!), making joel call you “my wife” because i’m weak for that shit, soft!joel, protective!joel, this got sappy, pet names galore as usual, NO USE OF Y/N

word count: 4.2k

a/n: i can’t explain how i feel about joel wearing a gas mask. i swear every time he put it on while i was playing tlou pt 1 i moaned /hj. just HEAR ME OUT PLEEK. JUST WATCH THIS (it’s a tiktok edit) OK YOULL UNDERSTAND.

You don’t mean for the mask to become a thing.

But it does. It becomes a Thing™.

It all starts and ends with Joel, like good and bad things usually do. And this thing is no exception.

But it all begins with something bad.

Coming across spores nowadays is few and far between for you. You're not usually on patrol much, your job being to tend to the crops in the greenhouse and feed the livestock. 

Today, though, you’re not so lucky. With Tommy out sick, you’re filling in for him. Thankfully, though, you’re paired with Joel, your very lovely and very experienced in the art of dealing with infected, husband. So you know if you come across spores, your husband will have your back. 

Spores are annoying, but they're manageable with gas masks. When you and Joel enter an abandoned office building on a new patrol route and you catch sight of the little specks floating through the air, you immediately put yours on, Joel doing just the same. 

The floaty fungal fuckers themselves aren't scary, especially not when you have the gas masks to keep you safe. It's just what waits in the shadows that scares you, because where there are spores, there's infected. Lots of them. 

And usually interspersed in that conglomerate of stalkers and clickers are the big, meaty ones. The kind that have been sitting and festering for years. The kind that could literally rip you into pieces, regardless if you have a gas mask on or not. Bloaters, yeah, those big shits. The fucking bane of your existence.

Unfortunately, the one lazing around in this abandoned office building must somehow pick up on your undying hate for them because within minutes of you and Joel looting the place for all it’s worth, it comes clambering out of what used to be a conference room.

It's a big one. Noticeably disgusting, outrageously hideous, growling and slobbering as it slings mycotoxin at you. It's not very fast, and yet it's so fucking terrifying as it lumbers after you, because you know exactly what it’s capable of. 

You're shooting at it with whatever arrows you have left in your backpack (though they’re mostly just bouncing off it’s thick fungal exterior), and Joel's crunching out shot after shot with his shotgun, but neither of you are hardly making a dent.

God, you wish Joel had brought the flamethrower he keeps in his storage room. You’d make a Molotov cocktail, but with the other infected hot on your heels, there's no time. 

A stalker comes crawling out of the shadows behind you, knocking over an office chair in the process, and you whip around to lodge an arrow right between its eyes. Two more come swinging out of nowhere, and you're so focused on trying to get rid of them so that they can't reach you—can't reach Joel—that you don't realize you've left your back unattended until a large, gross excuse for a hand lands hard on your shoulder, lugging you backwards with inhuman strength. 

Joel shouts your name with increased panic, and you hear his gun fire off more rounds into the bloater's back, but it doesn't care, it's hands finding your head and jaw, gripping you so tight you think it might shatter your mandible.

"Joel!" You scream, eyes squeezing shut as the pain in your jaw multiplies.

This motherfucker is about to rip you clean in half—

You think this is it, I'm about to die in front of my husband by being torn from the jaw down, but, thankfully, death never comes. Instead, the bloater releases you with a pained roar as the sound of squelching fills your ears. You manage to back away enough to watch Joel tug the bloater off of you by the handle of his machete, the blade lodged in its chest. 

He pulls the machete out only to swing it down in an arc straight into its head, repeatedly. Blood splatters all over him as he bludgeons the wretched thing. Over his veiny arms, his black mask. It sinks into the fabric of his flannel.

And funnily enough, this is when it becomes a thing.

The bloater crumples to the floor with a gurgling groan as it finally dies, and Joel turns to you, chest heaving and eyes wide and panicked. They soften, relieved when he catches sight of you physically intact, though, mentally a bit checked out.

Whether that’s because you’re in shock or because your brain is rewiring as it files this new image of Joel away, who knows? Maybe it's a little bit of both. 

“Are you okay?" Joel asks, sheathing his machete to look you over. His hands catch your jaw gently, a welcome contrast to the bloater. He turns it this way and that, checking for any damage or possible bites.

A traitorous thrumming starts up between your thighs as he stares you down through the lenses of his mask. 

"I'm fine, Joel," you say, breathlessly. "Thanks."

“Thank god,” he squeezes your arm lovingly, grateful to see you in one piece. “Let’s get outta here.”

- - -

"Do you like the masks?" You ask him eventually, when you're back outside, the setting sun warming you pleasantly as the tall borders of Jackson rise in the distance.

You both took the masks off the minute you escaped the spores, but a part of you secretly hoped Joel would keep his on.

Joel scratches at his graying beard. "They keep us safe. Don't feel much for 'em at all really." He glances sidelong at you, a curious quirk to his lips. "Why?"

You shrug, "No reason."

Just trying to figure out if you'd wear it during sex if I asked you to, that's all.

“Alright, somethin's up," Joel says. "You've got the look.” 

“What look?” 

“The sex look.” 

You halt in your hike, turning to narrow your eyes at him. “What the hell are you talking about?” 

Joel fails to stifle a chuckle. “You’re horny. That’s the face you make when you want to have sex. Like you wanna eat me alive.” 

Shit. He’s found you out.

“How would you know?”

He blinks. “Honey, I’m married to ya. Of course I’m gonna know.”

Valid. Still-

"I’m not horny," you try to defend, though you've never been good at lying, and based on the self satisfied smile Joel wears, you know he sees right through you. "We almost died, Joel. Maybe this is my 'loving every minute of my life' look."

"I know that look. This ain't it."

Jesus Christ.

You sigh heavily. “Okay, yes. Maybe I am a little horny.” 

"Because…what? We almost died? That gets you goin'?" 

"No," you grit. You can’t even look at him when you say it. “It’s the mask.”

His brows knit. “The...gas mask?”

You nod tightly. 

“I don’t think I’m followin’,” Joel says. 

Is he seriously asking you to spell it out for him?

You take a deep, steadying breath. You don’t quite know how to phrase this, so you just go for it. “Watching you save my life in the gas mask just sort of woke something up in me. It was hot.” 

“Oh.”

Yup. He definitely thinks you’re crazy.

“So, what, you want me to fuck you while wearin' the mask or somethin’?”

Heat pools heavy and thick between your thighs at his words, your heart hammering behind your ribs. “Something like that, yeah.” 

Joel straightens. “...Okay. I can do that.” 

Your head whips up. “Wait, seriously?”

“You’re my wife. If you asked me to fuck you with a damn jester’s hat on I’d do it.” 

You laugh. “Okay, let’s not go that far.”

“I’d really do it for you.”

“It sounds like you actually want to wear it.”

He chuckles, and you two resume walking back to Jackson. “Alright, so, gas mask on tonight,” he says. “Any other requests?” 

“Since you’re asking…maybe you could wear a cowboy hat sometime…”

- - -

"Jesus, you're really lovin' this," Joel muses.

You're laid out beneath him in your shared bed, his long calloused fingers deep in your cunt, his thumb circling slowly over your clit, drawing out your pleasure, stretching it like taffy. Your jeans are still on, unbuttoned and unzipped, and your soiled underwear is pulled to the side as Joel’s hands unwind you. 

You're grasping onto his muscled forearm for dear life, moans leaking out of you in a steady stream as he fucks his fingers into you, curling up to stroke that spot that has you clenching down hard on his digits as the burning starts in your toes, climbing up your thighs. 

He looks so fucking good with that mask situated over his handsome face, his peppered hair flipping out over the straps that keep it snug on him. His eyes are dark through the lenses as they watch you unravel before him, almost black from how dilated his pupils are.

His jeans are still on, his erection straining hard against his zipper. The flannel he wore earlier is gone, giving you the perfect view of his toned chest and the dark hair that dusts it. There's still some blood stains on his mask. Every time you catch sight of them, your body ignites with something carnal and hungry.

"’Cause, you look hot," you huff between moans. 

Joel laughs, deep and rumbling, and the mask warbles it a bit, adding a distortion to his voice that for some reason makes everything happening so much hotter. “I still don’t really get it, but if it’s makin’ you this wet, I don’t care.”

You moan particularly loud at the sound of his voice muffled through the mask and cant your hips against his hand, the combination of his thumb circling your clit and his fingers fucking up into you has you dangling dangerously close to the edge.

“I-I’m close, Joel.”

His brows furrow behind his mask, and he quirks his fingers inside you even more, and you jolt against his hand. 

“C’mon then, baby. Come for me. Show me how much this pretty pussy loves this mask.”

Fucking shit. When you first met Joel, he hardly spoke a single word, and even when you got him to open up more, he was thoughtful with what he said, chose his words carefully. Unless he was angry, then he could be a bit of an ass.

In bed though? Shit, if you can get him to shut up it’s a damn miracle.

“F-fuck, Joel,” you whine, legs stiffening as your orgasm swells inside you, a match striking, lighting up your viscera as pleasure fast-releases inside your veins. 

“There you go baby, that’s it,” Joel purrs. “So pretty when you come.”

You inhale shakily as the last few shocks fizzle through you, your clit throbbing as you come down from your high.

“Fuck…” you huff, trying to catch your breath.

He strokes your thigh lovingly, and if you could see him behind the mask you’d assume he’s probably wearing that soft smile that he gets sometimes that melts you into a puddle of mushy gushy feelings.

Joel leans back on his knees. “Now it’s time to deliver on that promise,” he says, and your skin tingles at the sound of his zipper. 

“Wait,” you tell him, and he stops, looking at you in concern.

“Somethin’ wrong?”

“No I just…I wanna show you how much this means to me.”

“Me wearin’ this mask? It’s not a big deal-“

You sit up and plant your hands on his chest, pushing him down until his back hits the mattress, effectively shutting him up.

You swing your leg over him, situating yourself right on his lap and peel off your tank, delighting in the way his eyes widen and his hands come down to settle warmly on your thighs. 

The muscles in his arms shift as he squeezes your flesh. The drag of the crotch of his jeans against yours has you biting your lip, a zing of pleasure shooting through you.

Joel’s eyes have darkened behind his mask, his pupils swallowing his irises whole besides the thin circle of hazel remaining at the edges as he watches you.

“I’ve never hated jeans more than I do right now,” he says lowly, his gaze dropping to the rapid rise and fall of your chest.

His strong hands slide up from your thighs to your hips to your waist, his dry, calloused skin causing goosebumps to rise in their wake. Finally, his palms cup your breasts, unrestrained by a bra because they’re too hard to come by in this day and age. 

He squeezes gently, and your nipples tighten beneath his palms. And then he rolls one between his thumb and forefinger, and your back arches, pressing you further into him. Your hips grind down automatically, and Joel releases a hazy moan. 

“Maybe,” you gasp when you roll your hips again, reveling in the delicious friction against your clit. “You should take them off.”

“Yours first.”

You don’t press him on it. You want your jeans off. So you lift yourself off of him and the bed to tug at your zipper, and Joel watches raptly as you pull your skinny jeans down your thighs, kicking them off your ankles.

And then you’re only in your underwear, and you throw your legs astride him again, the cloth of your underwear catching deliciously on the tent in his jeans. Joel’s hands find your body immediately, like a sweet tooth to a chocolate bar. His fingers dig into your flesh, and he grips your thighs, pulling them apart to set you on him fully. A shudder wracks your spine at the feeling of him pressed against your throbbing core.

“Goddamn,” he growls, eyes roving over you hungrily. “So fuckin’ perfect.”

You grind down on the hard outline of his cock, and Joel can’t help his reflexive thrust into you, and you sigh. 

“I need you in me, Joel,” you whisper, leaning forward to plant your hands on his broad chest, your fingers messing with the hair dusting his sternum. “Need your cock filling me up.”

“Christ,” he swears, eyes falling shut as he bucks again. “Need’a be in you, sweetheart.”

His hands find your hips and then your ass, squeezing the muscle cultivated there from twenty years of surviving in an apocalyptic world. 

His fingers dip beneath the waistband of your panties, warm and confident. He lightly rakes his fingernails over your skin, running his calloused fingertips reverently over the stretch marks on your hips. 

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispers through the mask. “Wish I could kiss you.” 

You shiver and your arms loop around his neck. His back is scarred beneath your hands, and you rub gently into the muscle of his traps, causing Joel to release a groan. 

His hand gravitates from your hips to the apex of your thighs, and your breath catches in your throat at the warmth radiating from his fingers when he positions them just below where you want him most.

He circles your clit again, smooth pleasure seeping through your nerve endings and your head falls back in a relaxed moan. You grind against the hard outline of his cock and the pads of his fingers against your clit, each slow drag of your hips causing pleasure to fizzle through you, like a flavored tab in a glass of water.

Your hands travel down his chest and stomach, outlining the thick, jagged scar there. Over his dark happy trail that starts just above his belly button and leads down to what your body is desperately craving. A little treasure map. 

You deftly undo the button and zipper and Joel makes a wrecked noise in the back of his throat when your hand brushes the hard outline of him through his briefs. 

“Wanna show you how much I like you in the mask,” you purr as you palm him. “How hot it gets me.” 

“Fuck,” his head falls back when you tug him out of his briefs, stroking his thick length to full mast. “Please, baby.”

You inch yourself down his legs so that you’re face to face with his weeping cock. Joel’s eyes widen and his hand comes up to gently stroke your hair appreciatively, tucking a lock of it behind your ear. He looks at you with adoration, and your heart swells in your chest.

“I love you, y’know that?” He says, softly. 

You can’t help but get a bit misty-eyed, always a fan of Joel when he gets soft like this. “I love you, too.” 

He smiles, and glances down at his dick, maneuvering it so that the head skates across your lips, leaving a trail of precum. His heated eyes find yours again. “Go on and show me then.”

“Yes sir.”

You keep eye contact as you lean forward to give his cock little kitten licks, and his head drops against the pillow with a groan, eyes lidded. “Shit, you can’t be lookin’ at me like that.”

You just smirk, and lick a long stripe up a prominent vein and kiss the tip of his cock sweetly before slowly taking him into your mouth. You take in as much as you can (which isn’t much, he’s pretty fucking big), and your hands find whatever you can’t fit.

You start sucking him in earnest, pressing the flat of your tongue against the ridge of his cock, delighting in the way the hand that had softly petted your hair before is now gripping it tight when you tongue that sensitive spot that always gets him reeling.

“That’s it, honey,” he groans, his hips twitching with tiny little thrusts as he tries to hold himself back. “Just like that.”

You moan against his cock, which has him bucking up reflexively, shoving his dick further into your warm mouth. Your throat spasms around the head of his cock when it hits the back of it, gagging lightly and tears forming at the edges of your eyes.

“Shit, I'm sorry, sweetheart,” he says, wiping the tears from your eyes with his thumb.

You shake your head slightly in reassurance, moaning around his cock again, and he releases a heavy breath, eyes fluttering shut once more as you continue to suck and bob and lick, effectively ruining him.

“Okay, okay, baby,” he says after a little while, lightly tugging on your hair to try and get you to stop. “I’m gonna come if you keep doin’ that.” 

You release his cock with an audible pop and send him a pout, “But that’s the whole point.” 

He chuckles a bit, sliding the mask off for a second so he can pull you up to kiss you softly, his tongue swiping over your bottom lip. You moan gratefully into his mouth when he tilts his head to deepen it, opening up greedily. As attractive as you find the mask, you certainly do miss being able to kiss him. You sigh happily when he pulls back to mouth at your jaw and throat, sucking and nipping his way down. 

“I wanna be in you when I come,” he murmurs against your skin, voice rough and gruff and you don’t think you’ll ever tire of it. “How’s that sound?”

You moan softly when he bites down on your throat, his beard and mustache tickling your skin. “Sounds…sounds good.”

He gives you another kiss before tugging his mask back down over his head, and your skin ignites, pussy fluttering.

Joel laughs. “I can literally see the cogs in your brain turnin’ when I put this on. You really do like it, huh?”

You shrug with a guilty smile. “The heart wants what it wants.”

And what it wants is him. Real bad.

So you drift a hand down to pull your panties to the side and shift your hips to position yourself over him, the head of his cock catching on your entrance. You sink slowly down, his length filling you.

The two of you moan in tandem.

“There we go,” he sighs.

“Mm, so big, Joel…” you whimper, and his dick jumps inside you.

You both just hang there for a moment, suspended in time as you get used to the feeling of each other. You’ve done this so many times, know each others bodies inside and out, yet it’s still a brand new experience every time.

You always have to adjust to his thickness. 

You break the spell with an experimental roll of your hips, and Joel’s hands clamp down on your hips with a vice grip.

“Christ—“ he swears. “You’re so good, so good for me.”

He’s filling you so fully, so deeply right now, you’re practically speared on him, and each roll of your hips has your clit brushing against his pelvic bone, amplifying that white hot pressure building inside you. 

When you and Joel first started getting intimate together, he was quiet in the bedroom. Probably a bit nervous around you—he was the one that fell first, after all.

But now after years together, he lets it all out.

Grunts and moans leak out of his gritted teeth as you fuck yourself on top of him. He’s dousing you in praises, telling you what a good girl you are. How perfect you are. How lucky he is to call you his wife. 

It’s all so very adorable and very sexy and you just love him so fucking much. 

Joel plants his feet down behind you, just to get some leverage so he can thrust his hips up into you at a steady pace. Your hands find purchase on his chest, keeping you upright while he fucks you.

His large palm slides around the front of your stomach, pressing down, and you can feel the way his cock moves inside you as he does it.

“You see that, baby?” 

You haven’t really looked down, so focused on the way he looks in the mask, how his breaths are coming out heavier and rougher through it. The way he sounds wrecked. But now that he’s asking, you do. 

You look down, only to see a slight bulge in your stomach with each thrust of his hips. 

A pleasant shudder runs through you. “Oh fuck.”

“Love seein’ the way I fuck you,” he rasps.

You watch his cock disappear and reappear with a slack jaw, eyes glazed as his hands stray to your thighs, squeezing and kneading the flesh.

You’re losing strength in your arms, your nails scraping through his chest hair as you try and remain upright, but the effort of matching his thrusts with your own along with the steady ecstasy filling your marrow is enough to have you collapsing against his chest, boneless.

And now Joel can really take the reins. His big hands grip your ass, holding you still as he pounds into you, your cheek smushing against his pecs with each heavy thrust, your clit rubbing against his sweat-slicked skin.

“F-fuck, Joel. Oh my god—“

“Yeah, yeah,” he grunts. “Atta girl.” 

Within moments you’re already there, eyes squeezing shut, brows pulled together in ecstasy as your climax crashes over you in rolling waves. It ebbs and flows within you as you listen to the heated pants modulating through Joel’s mask, watching his eyes gloss over as he chases his own release. 

It’s so fucking good. So right. Your husband never fails to give you exactly what you want.

His thrusts grow sloppier as he follows soon behind you, the fluttering walls of your cunt pulling him over faster.

“I’m comin’,” he grits. And then he’s grinding his cock into your pussy, holding you still against him as he paints your insides with thick ropes of cum, releasing a long, drawn out, wrecked moan of your name.

You lay pliant on his chest, practically drooling on him as you both come down and his cock softens inside you, slick and cum running down the inside of your thighs. His heart pounds under your ear, a steady reminder that he’s alive and here and that you, thank fuck, didn’t die earlier today.

“Thanks,” you mumble against his perspirant skin.

He tugs the mask off, his hair sticking to his sweaty temple. “‘Course, darlin’. Though as hot as that was, I dunno about having sex wearin’ that again. I think I was startin’ to get light headed from the lack of air.”

You giggle, “I’m sorry.”

“No, no. I liked it. But now anytime we have to wear them again I’m just gonna be thinkin’ about this. Gonna get a damn hard-on when I’m on patrol.”

You smirk, leaning up to plant a kiss on his lips. He opens up beneath you immediately, moaning softly into your mouth. 

“Maybe that was my goal all along,” you mumble, smiling into the kiss.

He pulls back with a quirked brow and crooked grin. “You are into some sick kinds of torture.”

“I mean, if it gets you coming home to me quicker…”

“Oh I’ll be comin’, alright.”

Your face scrunches. “God, you’re sick. Why did I even marry you?”

His eyes melt, one hand squeezing your ass cheek, the other stroking your jaw. “Because you love me.”

That causes tears to well in your eyes again, because despite everything, despite all the fucked up things about this world, you do love him. You’re capable of loving him. And you’re grateful that, even with the terrible way life has treated him, he’s capable of loving you too.

“Yeah, I do,” you say.

He kisses you again, sweet and passionate and filled with all the things he never knows how to say. “I love you, too.”

#joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller #joel miller x you #tlou #game joel miller #the last of us #tlou fanfiction #pedro pascal #hbo joel miller

[unpretty]

from Karen from HR chapter 10:

""I did have an eating disorder for a while, but she didn't even notice that. I read somewhere that most eating disorders are actually about control."

"Mm," Bruce agreed.""

from Gotham High chapter 3:

"""You should eat more real food, too," she added.

"That wasn't real food."

"You know what I mean, though," she said. He didn't respond. "I'm pretty sure you have a disorder." She said it vague and off-hand, as if she didn't actually care; she wasn't sure if she did. He was rich, and he was eating. No one got to that size without eating. He was still better off in every way than most of the people she knew. She could not rationally explain why his careful lists of calories and vitamins felt so wrong to look at, seemed so inhuman.""

the fucking. DETAILS. the stupidly wonderful way you weave character details throughout your stories make me scream. it's so good

also I wonder if he still has that eating disorder??? or at least, disordered eating habit. like, he STILL doesn't like most "junky" foods (I'm specifically thinking of Tim suggesting he try Doritos from Anti-Social chapter 7, and Selina suggesting coney dogs from Stolen moments)

but SOME foods that can be kinda gross he IS okay with and sometimes even seems to prefer (like bad Chinese and hot dogs from Third Wheel chapter 3. I would include gyros from the same chapter and Anti-Social (again) chapter 6 on this list but that shit's tasty. can you tell I've read this collection of fics too many times)

but that doesn't necessarily mean he DOESN'T still have that eating disorder. it could just mean he's gotten very good at gestimating nutritional information and keeping mental track of stuff like that

anyways. I also feel the need to mention his "my father liked to cook" mini-monologue from HR chapter 7, but I don't know how to weave it into here. it just feels important somehow. have a lovely day, I love your writing i'm far too obsessed with it

you missed a couple! >;3

backup:

"I'm not apologizing for the fact that I wanted real food," Nightwing said. He turned around in his seat to look back at Harley. "Have you seen his little protein shake things? "They're his robo-fuel!" "You know he's not a robot." "Yeah, I know that." Harley and Nightwing both looked at Batman.

earlier in stolen moments:

Tim huffed. Then he knocked on the silver-domed lid resting at the desk, covering a dish that rested on a hotplate. "Alfred left a plate." Bruce only glanced at it. "Then eat fast." "It's for you." "I'm not hungry." Tim crossed his arms. "I'm not leaving until you eat." His chin tilted upward, attempting to look implacable. She came out from underneath the desk to circle his legs, and smelled the air. Salt and fat and starch. Bruce stood straighter to look at Tim. Tim immediately faltered. "You have school in six hours," Bruce said. "Go to bed." "... promise you'll eat?" She wound around his legs. "You're aware that I'm the adult here." "Are you going to eat?" "Yes. Bed. Now." Tim sighed. "Night, Bruce."

and there's chapter five of anti-social and probably some other bits in various places

i don't know if orthorexia is really the word for what i write bruce as having, because that's usually associated with Clean Eating and Health and No Processed Foods and that's not really what he does. what he's concerned with is Maximum Efficiency. if he were left to his own devices he would take a multivitamin and then eat mostly peanut butter out of the jar and possibly some kind of whey slurry (which is p much exactly what he's doing in chapter five). protein and calorie density are the priorities.

the foods he favors tend to be things that in his mind don't 'count', foods that made it onto his list early on and now he sticks with them. like cucumbers. or yogurt. a handful of plain kix. when you have an eating disorder and you're carefully tracking everything you develop certain habits and certain 'safe' foods, and even when you try to go back to eating intuitively you still have that list in your head. if he's going to eat Real Food he favors protein-heavy and cheap because it feels like less of a waste that way. he thinks high quality foodie stuff is a pearls before swine situation when he's the target audience for soylent.

he hasn't noticed that he thinks of cheap chinese food as special occasion food, but he does

#original #ficblogging #ednos #once he decided to Travel The World In Disguise keeping a food diary stopped being realistic #he's capable of eating normally the same way he's capable of smiling #he has practice

[transparentgayprotector]

Lazerus water is Poop water.

Okay hear me out.

Hear me out, Lazerus water is always compared to sewage in DpxDc fanon, why not go all the way?

Danny might have to destroy some Lazarus Pits because of the Rats but he's not happy about it.

Since he always said they stink can I tell you what I think they are to him and everyone else in the Infinity Realms?

Pariah Darks Poop and Pee. He was the only one who didn't have a sewage system because he was too busy being a bitch.

That's why the color is different, like digested food looks different out of your body.

Danny can tell people when they finally ask him that too.

Danny: Yeah they're bathing in the waste of the old King. The reason your acting like shit is because you've got literal shit in your chest. Gross.

The Old King was a big gu who most likely had a some holes he would just poop in on some random dimensions planet.

When the pits were put there, humans probably were small in number, and many animals stay away from waste matter in large quantity, except Rats and roaches, which The League of Assassins are now.

Damian attitude changed because he got away from the sewage and started eating Real food(Natural Ecto).

Jason was dumped in Shit after being brought back to life by the natural Ecto, but Gotham is so cursed he kinda needed a minute to process his food because he was given too much, Like a feast when your stomach is small.

That's why his mood swings were so severe. He was given good food then forced to eat shit. He's constantly trying not to vomit (pit rage) because he'll lose the good food too and probably die again. Or constipated. Yeah he's also ghost constipated because of the Lazerus Pit.

Anyway, essentially The League of Assassins are Rat people, Ra's is the King of the Rats and Now Danny has to deal with them.

Will Danny's poop do the same thing? No, because he's half human and poops in much smaller quantities than a guy the size of a building while using a proper sewage system in his paranoid parents house.

They most likely do something to the sewage anyway. Danny too after he looks at the Rat People bathing in ghost poop.

Plus, he never uses the Bathroom in his ghost form, only him human one.

#I got this idea while reading a fic #Dpxdc #dpxdc prompt #dp x dc #dc x dp #ghost king danny #I just found this so funny #I had to share #It woke me up from sleep #Danny was asked to help Jason who is essentially constipated #I'm not sorry for writing this #I am sorry that I have no story idea #But this would probably be a fic where Danny is de-aged to the age he died from 17 and thrown into DC #Jason would be told by a child how he's constipated #But he can't poop because it'll kill him #Lol #This is funny shit #Haha I'm making puns #i'm gonna sleep now #danny is such a mood #dcxdp #danny phantom #danny fenton #dc x dp crossover #dp x dc crossover

[flickering-nightfall]

I’m pretty sure that you made a post explaining why the arm is not the umbilical but I can’t find it, so, if you did make one, can you give a link to it? Sorry if you didn’t make one, I don’t have very good memory.

I'm not entirely sure which post that is but it sounds like something I'd ramble about? I have this post talking about making a 3D umbilical and this post talking about making a 3D arm with allusions to that buuut...

If that post doesn't exist then I'll make one right now!

Here, I made a diagram of terminology I use for the puppet/arm/umbilical structure. These terms aren't necessarily canon - they're just what I use.

As for umbilicals being different from mechanical arms, it's an interpretation, I think. But there's reasons why I call them different things.

So first here's this Moon dialogue.

(I think that's vanilla dialogue? The wiki confuses me sometimes. Link here if you want to see it yourself.)

We can assume from that dialogue that the wires + cord are the "umbilical." Moon's are obviously cut, but Pebbles' are not. And Moon's puppet is still attached to her mechanical arm.

(Lots more under the cut)

Umbilicals in real life resemble the wire/cord structure far more than the mechanical arm portion does. So that's another reason I refer to the wire/cord as the umbilical.

Lemme slap some stuff from my iterator headcanons doc here.

I like interpreting the puppet as a place to focus an iterator's consciousness. It acts as a sensory hub and a means to interact more finely with their surroundings. Neurons, in turn, are active memory comparable to RAM. Moon refers to Pebbles' imprints on his neurons as "a ghost left from his processing routines." They're not meant for long-term memory storage, but upper processes such as, well... thinking... cannot be done without them. So removing neurons affects an iterator’s ability to encode, recall, and process information. (Courtesy of my friend Folly, I also think they're mostly made out of fat. Kind of gross to eat.) Although Moon's umbilical is severed, she is still able to see through and control the movements of her puppet. So either she has some sort of other connection to the rest of her can, or her consciousness comes from the puppet rather than the can. The mechanical arm’s functions would be mostly structure-to-puppet function (control movements of arm and puppet, transmit the sensory information of the puppet) while the wire/cord handles more consciousness-in-puppet-to-structure function (facilitates awareness and control over superstructure and all that encompasses). So both the cord and the arm are part of the iterator-to-puppet connection, but the cord is more important. I feel like with the wire OR the arm's internals intact, the iterator can maintain perception of the puppet. When you give Moon an overseer eye, she says, “I am not much more than what you are looking at - a little creature in a box.” This can be literal, or it can imply that her perception is just limited to what she can see through her puppet in her damaged state.

In Rivulet’s campaign, the rarefaction cell could be partial compensation for a missing umbilical. Moon can move on her arm, call up image projections, reconnect to her overseers, and broadcast locally to Pebbles after getting the rarefaction cell. She refers to it as finally having her freedom back. But we don't know how many of her systems she does or does not have access to anymore.

If you eat one of Pebbles' neurons in front of him as Rivulet he says "I would appreciate if you would not eat those. My umbilical will keep me conscious, but every neuron lost is a piece of me lost as well..." We know that Pebbles keeps his wires/cord/arm connected in Saint's campaign, though, and he remains conscious despite having no visible neurons. Does the umbilical compensate for the lack of neurons as well? Maybe there are some still alive in the structure that we can’t see, and the umbilical allows him to stay connected to them.

...honestly, I think downpour makes questions about umbilicals harder to answer than if you only base off of vanilla lore. But I like working with downpour stuff, so oh well.

One last thing - the wiki page for Moon also says this under her trivia: "Looks to the Moon is still connected to the wall by her umbilical, but the damaged hardware lacks power to let her move around." Other references to umbilicals written throughout the wiki imply the arm is the umbilical as well. But! I don't know where the writers of that got that information. I don't think there's anything in the game that confirms that the umbilical and the arm are the same. If there's anything in the game that supports that, let me know~

So to summarize: I think evidence suggests the wires + cord are the umbilical because Moon refers to hers being cut. The mechanical arm could also be a part of the umbilical, or it be considered a different part that provides function in a different way. I usually refer to them separately, but that's just me, and I mostly do it for the sake of clarity. It's not confirmed canon.

There are a lot of things about Rain World lore you can run in circles around for hours, but not find any definitive conclusions for. It's part of the fun even if it drives me nuts sometimes. Come be confused with me :)

#every time i edit this post the “keep reading” thing jumps down a paragraph #tumblr is a functioning website #ask #anon #text #images #rambles #rw spoilers #dp spoilers #saint spoilers #headcanons #rain world

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for @qwertynerd97 behind the cut; Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good!

Maybe Billy should just say something first, but he doesn't want to talk over Lynn, so . . . 

“It looks different from the box ones,” Lynn says after a moment, frowning a little. 

“Oh, yeah,” Billy says, glancing down at the cake too. “This is more, like, traditional strawberry shortcake? The snack cakes are kinda copies of it.” 

“. . . ‘copies’,” Lynn repeats. 

“Yeah,” Billy says. “Just, you know, a different version?” 

“. . . which ones are better?” Lynn asks slowly. 

. . . yeah, that seems like a loaded question, Billy thinks. 

“Neither, really,” he says with a shrug. “I mean, you can't pack the traditional stuff in a lunchbox or keep it around all the time, it'd get all stale and gross. But the snack cakes aren't as good for parties and things like that. So I dunno, it just depends on what you want ‘em for.” 

Lynn doesn't say anything. He just stares at the cake. 

Billy really hopes he's doing this right. 

“If you don't like it, we'll just get you more snack cakes instead,” he says, resisting the urge to fidget. It feels like a stupid thing to feel anxious about, but Lynn's been alive for so little time, and it makes him feel like every single thing that could go wrong would be the worst thing that's ever happened to him. 

Well, it would be, right? 

Admittedly giving him the wrong cake is probably not gonna be on par with Cadmus mind-controlling him, but Billy's seen people get hurt or break down over stuff that looks really minor from the outside a lot of times, and . . . 

After his parents died and Uncle Eben stole everything they left him and threw him out on the street like he was nothing, the worst things always seemed so small. Things like how he lost his home and everything he’d ever owned, how he doesn't have any photos of his mom and dad or even anything that belonged to them at all . . . those things are just too big to really feel, sometimes. Too big to really process. 

But things like how it always rains at the worst possible time and the time he ripped his warmest hoodie too bad to fix and the year his backpack got stolen right before winter set in . . . 

Things like those, Billy’s sobbed himself sick over. 

He doesn't want to ever make Lynn feel anything like that. 

He doesn't want anything to ever make Lynn feel like that. 

He knows things . . . will, probably. Someday, at least. But he wants to be someone who Lynn can feel safe coming to when it happens, not the person causing it. Especially not over a stupid mistake or something thoughtless. Lynn doesn't deserve that. 

Billy wants to be a good dad more than he's ever wanted maybe anything in his life, it feels like, and it's sort of . . . weird, actually, and a little scary. What if he messes it up? What if he's just not good enough? What if . . .

Lynn sticks one of the plastic forks in the closest piece of strawberry shortcake. Takes a bite. 

Frowns. 

“. . . it is different,” he says, not looking at him. Billy, again, barely holds back from fidgeting. 

“Um, yeah,” he says. “So! They're both good, I think. Just not good the same way or for the same stuff.” 

Lynn keeps frowning down at the cake. Billy worries that he maybe sounds stupid or patronizing or something, or that Lynn just thinks he's full of shit, or . . . or whatever, he guesses. 

Worries that he's doing this wrong, more than anything else. 

He really doesn't want to do this wrong. 

“. . . fine,” Lynn mutters, and then takes a bite of the chocolate cake instead. Billy isn't sure if that's a good sign, but relaxes a little anyway. It might be one? Maybe? 

Lynn seems to like the cake okay, at least. 

They eat all three slices of it between them–Billy tries to leave bigger shares for Lynn and Tawky, but he's not sure he manages to; it's just really good. He hasn't actually had cake in a while, come to think of it. Not, like, the kind that didn't come from a snack cake. Somebody got a cheap grocery store sheet cake for a “no one died this time!” party at the Watchtower a few months ago, but . . . 

Well, it didn't taste like this, even though that was arguably a special occasion too. 

Though this time he's not gonna be all alone as soon as the party's over and everyone goes home, so . . . maybe that's why, he guesses. Lynn is gonna be living with him at least until he can pass for eighteen, though Billy's hoping for a little longer. Two years is a long time, but not very long compared to an actual eighteen. And it's just gonna be nice to have–well, to live with somebody again. 

Especially to live with family again. 

Better family than Uncle Eben, he means. 

Billy feels . . . weird, a little. Just–thinking about that feels weird. 

He hopes Lynn is gonna stay longer than just two years. He'll still do this even if he doesn't wanna, obviously, but . . . 

He doesn't know. He just wants to be a good dad. Just wants to do right by Lynn, whatever “right” turns out to be. 

But he still wishes, well . . . 

He's not sure what he's wishing, exactly, but he wants Lynn to stay. 

“I kinda had a question,” he says while Lynn and Tawky are finishing the last of the strawberry shortcake. “Do you always mean it when you say ‘no’? Or, um–‘yes’, either.” 

Lynn–pauses. Lowers his fork. 

“. . . why,” he asks very, very slowly, though he doesn't really pitch it like a question.

“Um,” Billy says. “Because if you don't, I don't really know what to do when you do? I don't wanna just assume things, you know? I don't know you well enough to make guesses on that kind of thing, and I mean . . .” 

That'd feel so unsafe, is all he can think. Lynn would just have to hope he guessed right all the time, and hope he wasn't gonna be the kind of asshole who “guessed” wrong on purpose and then said he'd said it was okay, so he hadn't done anything wrong, it was Lynn's own fault, so–

Billy knows more about the world than Lynn, obviously, but he isn't infallible even with the wisdom of Solomon, and he’d never want to make Lynn feel like some people have made him feel. Like trusting someone is stupid, when he knows that’s not true. He’s not the one who messed up, if he trusts someone who treats him badly for it. He’d be the one in the wrong if he ignored the “no” problem and made it Lynn’s problem. 

But he still wants to make sure Lynn doesn’t ever feel bad about himself for anything like this.

#qwertynerd97 #wip: billy adopts conner and it actually goes pretty good!

[the-hydroxian-artblog]

I love your animatronic toy OC guys so much, they have so much personality to them and their colours are really good (especially umbra)

Thank you! The funny thing about Umbra's design was that while I was developing it about two years ago and had some colors in mind, I described in text what I already came up with to an image generator for fun (shitty unconvincing old kind, vs now where it looks like shit but in a somewhat more convincing way) and it produced something so silly that I made her design better than what I would've settled with out of spite.

More details of my process and anti-AI ranting below the cut, so the examples given won't show up on search results. Google Images is getting polluted too much with slop to begin with.

Let's begin.

In 2022 I was drafting up Umbra's design with mostly concrete details. At this time image generators were newer and much less convincing, and I was a bit less aware of just how unethical they were, so I fed one a text description of what I had drafted for her design out of curiosity. Something along the lines of, "doll of an anthropomorphic owl librarian in glasses, blazer/suit jacket, skirt, corset, high heels, sitting on a bookshelf" and probably a few more terms. Really specific, lengthy prompt.

I try to be open-minded and give new things a shot, but the results were Not Great. Ideally, I'd want to not share the AI pictures at all on-principle, but I feel like it's useful, transparent, and necessary to show them. Both as a means of not hiding anything, but also just to appreciate where the design is at in spite of it.

Outside of this particular collage of Weird Owls, no other pictures on this blog are AI-generated. AI Image Generation is harmful, and I am against its usage.

But hey, two of the generated pictures look close, right? The top left is the closest, and bottom right is second.

That's because they started out worse, and I had to actually erase chunks of them and have the generator fill in the blanks to get anything remotely close to what I wanted. Misshapen limbs, unrecognizable anatomy, fever-dream clothing details, etc. They didn't even have a corset or proper legs until I slapped the generator in the face enough times to make it produce them. I was just using it to photobash, which was such an annoying process, I just went "this is dumb" and stopped. They're literally posed like that because I kept erasing and regnerating their limbs until they looked vaguely in-character. It literally only looks passable thanks to STRANGLING it with human input.

Before I used the image generator, I already drafted her to be night-themed with yellow eyes and something like purple, dark blue, or sky-blue as her main color; the generator making one owl yellow-eyed and purple was a happy coincidence, and the only thing the generative AI "came up with" that I didn't already have in mind or included in the prompt was the light blue shirt, which I did adapt into her cyan shirt and stockings/socks as well. That was a good call. You get One Point, Mr. AI.

...Which still meant that at its absolute best, it was a largely redundant step in the creative process if its contribution was worse than what a randomized palette generator or character creator could come up with.

That's already putting the ethics of it aside, like carbon emissions, data pollution, using artists' and photographers' work without credit or permission, the incentive to plagiarize, flooding sites like deviantart with slop, Willy Wonka Shit, etc etc etc. When people say "you can use AI as a tool though", this ordeal was enough to convince me that it's more trouble than its worth, even in its most ethical usage. I feel gross for having even tried. I wish I knew what sources went into the creation of those Weird Owls. It'd be better for research if the right people could be credited.

Nothing else on this blog is AI-generated or ever will be. The art below is purely my own (2022 vs a few weeks ago)):

Actually drawing Umbra and solidifying her design was far more rewarding than having an image generator vaguely approximate my own ideas. I wanted her to look really special, so I used a black cape and pants, gold highlights and buttons, and blue undertones to make something more distinct. Also, neck floof. Very important. I wanted the head in particular to look distinct and original, going with bold black streaks to really help her look distinguished.

I also have certain inevitable Hydroisms for Fancy characters like her; most apparent in these designs for Chasey and Kaita from even longer ago, which were more of an influence than anything else. (Old art of mine from like 2021, Kaita ref looks wonky but Chasey still holds up nicely):

Most of Umbra's other design elements were already commonly used with established ocs like Kaita, like her shape language, corset, skirt, heels, etc. It was my previous work with Chasey that inspired the use of gold buttons and highlights.

Umbra is also now a bluer shade of purple partly to distance the current design from that ordeal. All things considered, I'll probably make her more indigo next time. I already wanted her to have a wide color range from the get-go (Featured below is, again, purely my art from 2022:)

I may use a different colored shirt and stockings in the future. I like to think she has many different shirts and clothes based on the different stages of the night sky, from dusk to dawn, and the painting I made in the top right there was an exploration of her range in different lighting.

All in all, it's frustrating. I'm proud of her design, but explaining all of this is annoying, because it's technically all relevant to showing how her colors were picked and how the design was made. I still technically have AI to """Thank""", in the way you thank a bad experience for encouraging you to make things better out of spite.

#Umbra Beatrix

[assistant-of-drama]

Assistant Noah's World Tour!

Hello, my name is Noah.

And around 2 years ago, I had made the biggest mistake of my life.

I got into a show called Total Drama and now I can't escape this overrated series or its crazy host.

How did this happen to me?

Well, I'm going to tell you...

When I first entered the show, I thought that I was gonna stay at a fancy resort or something like that, while trying to win the 100,00 dollars.

But instead that hotel turned out to be a crappy, ancient campsite. They only have one outhouse and there's a camera inside of it. The food is disgusting and served by a violent psychopath of a Chef. The host is basically insane and probably gonna get crazier. With the cherry on top, being that our first challenge was to jump off of a giant cliff.

Yeah, the money just wasn't worth it.

I decided to trick my team into voting me off.

So, when the dodgeball challenge arrived, I saw it as the perfect opportunity since I hated sports anyway. I simply refused to help and gave my team the occasional rude comment here and there, to irritate them even more. It was almost too easy.

I smiled and chuckled to myself as I left the dodgeball arena, forgetting about the cameras recording my satisfaction.

When I wasn't given a marshmallow, I had to resist the urge to smile, while acting angry and disappointed. I even subtly insulted their intelligence one final time as I left, getting pelted with marshmallows in the process. It was totally worth it.

I couldn't fight the smug smile anymore as I reached the boat, nor the sigh of relief as the boat left the stupid island.

If only I knew that being unable to control my joy would've sealed my fate.

I was pleasantly surprised to see that there was a resort after all; a resort of the losers.

How ironic, but I wasn't gonna complain.

However, a few days later, Chris and Chef learned that I got voted off on purpose. They were furious. They called me back to the island, explaining that as a punishment, I would have to come back to the island as Chris' assistant for the rest of the show. My jaw dropped in disbelief. Apparently, I missed the fine print in my contract; if anyone leaves on purpose, then they're forced to work for Chris.

As I reluctantly went on the boat back to the island, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of anger, disappointment, and a bit of fear. I didn't know what Chris had planned for me, but I knew it couldn't be anything good. When I arrived at the camp, I immediately put on a disguise, so the others wouldn't recognize me.

I was exhausted. Chris had been working me like a dog since my return to the island. He had me doing all sorts of tasks. I'd never been so tired in my life. Every time I thought I'd finally catch a break, he'd find something else for me to do. It was relentless.

But at least I get paid more than the other interns.

Then later to my surprise, Chris began to ask me for new ideas for the challenges. I was confused at first, but then he explained that he was impressed with how I managed to trick my team into wanting me off the island. He saw it as a sign of my true potential. I couldn't believe it. Chris, the insane host, was actually praising me?

I decided to take advantage of the situation and give him my best ideas. To my surprise, he actually liked most of them. Over time, my role in the show became bigger. We would brainstorm ideas for challenges together, and I would help him execute them. It was a weird kind of partnership, but it worked for us.

As the days went by, I learned to accept my new life on the island. Sure, it was still a competition, and there was always the chance that someone might figure out my true identity, but for now, I was content. I even started to enjoy the challenges again, if only because they were more interesting with my unique perspective. The gross eating challenge was one of my favorites.

When the finale arrived, Chris, Chef, and I were thrown into the water by the contestants as a form of revenge. We didn't see it coming; one minute we were announcing the winner, and the next, we were soaked to the bone.

Then my wig came off, revealing myself to the others. They were angry at first, but after I explained everything, they decided to forgive me… except for Heather. We all had a laugh about it and even became friends.

I thought it was over.

But then Chris made everyone chase a case with a million dollars inside of it, while I simply stayed at the resort.

Then Chris revealed that he tricked everyone into doing a second season of Total Drama, I didn't care at first because I thought that I was gonna leave.

The apathy turned into horror, when Chris reveals that I'm still his assistant, according to my signed contract.

Life, why do you hate me so?

In Season 2, everyone became extra nice to me, hoping that their kindness would somehow get them special treatment in the future episodes.

Even Justin began flirting with me, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance. I mean, sure, he was gorgeous and all, but I'm immune to Justin's charms. He's just another generic pretty boy that everyone loves drooling over.

I was so relieved when he left.

While the others finally took the hint that I wasn't gonna give them anything and now leave me alone, thank god.

Now that Season 2 is over, Chris is currently preparing a third season which is gonna take place in a unstable plane traveling across the world and singing random musical numbers.

Chef was right, that is the worst idea ever.

At least I'm not expected to sing.

The making of Season 3 is how I met Alejandro. The perfect combo of beauty, brawn and brains. Basically Justin, but with upgrades. The man who could charm the pants off of most species. At least that's what Chris says. Because personally, I think that guy is as overrated as the show I'm forced to work on.

That doesn't stop the Prince Charming Wannabe from flirting with me. In fact, it only seems to encourage him. He's constantly circling around me, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. It's amusing, in a pathetic sort of way. I mean, really, how can someone be so convinced that they can win someone over with a few well-placed compliments and a big, fake smile? It's almost insulting.

Then there's Sierra. She's… interesting, to say the least. There's something about her that suggests she's not quite right in the head. When she was an interviewer, she followed the cast around like a lost puppy, constantly scribbling in her notebook and asking questions that no one seems to understand. She's also obsessed with Cody.

Her obsession with Total Drama is borderline creepy. She knows every contestant and knows personal things about us too. Even Chris himself. It's unnerving, actually. She even seems to know some things about me that I'm pretty sure I haven't told anyone.

They are the two weirdest people that I've ever met… and I'm about to be trapped on a plane with them. Great. Just great.

I'm not sure whether to feel sorry for myself or laugh at the absurdity of the situation. I mean, here I am, stuck as Chris Mcclean's assistant, while everyone else gets to compete for a chance at a million dollars. And now, we're all going to be singing and dancing our way around the world. It's enough to make anyone's head spin.

Pray for me.

(Inspired by total-drama-brainrot's anonymous questions!)

#assistant noah's world tour #assistant noah #total drama #total drama island #total drama action #total drama world tour #td noah #alejandro burromuerto #alenoah #td sierra #td heather #td justin #chris mclean

[claymoresword]

I Choose Her | Chp: 8

Hermione Granger x Slytherin Fem!Reader

Summary: You are the daughter of known death eaters from one of the richest and oldest wizarding family. Are you prepared to abandon everything you know for Hermione Granger?

Pairing: Hermione x Reader

Wordcount: 3.5k

Warnings: smut, nsfw, top!reader, strap on use, hermione has a praise kink actually it's canon, so much fluff it's almost gross

Note: ok a few chapters back i mentioned that it would be the last fun one but i lied clearly bc this one's just fluff

i'm just not ready for it to get dark yet! i got a little carried away with this one but hopefully it's enjoyable bc i had a lot of fun writing it

there's strap on use as stated in the disclaimer but little elements of g!p as well (kinda) i've added asterisks before the smut so feel free to skip it if u don't want to read!

alright thats it, i hope u enjoy, let me know what u think!

taglist: @gvrsto @aweidlich @xxsekhmet @arielj

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chp 9

The end of term is finally here, accompanied with a feeling of impending doom you just couldn't shake.

You had no choice now but to see your parents.They had sent an owl with a letter containing the date of your initiation. It is in 3 days time.

Waving your wand, the clothes you had folded earlier slowly floated in place inside your trunk. Scanning the room you noticed there were still a lot of things you had to put away. Packing was never something you enjoyed. You actually found the entire process dreadful. Although, the use of magic did make it bearable. You couldn't imagine doing it all by hand.

You suddenly feel your cat nudge your leg slightly with his forehead. A white tabby, you've had him since first year. Basically one of the very few constants in your life. You've always had a love for cats because you found it easy to establish a mutual respect. Sometimes you prefered their company over humans.

He nudges your leg again before meowing.

"What is it sweet boy, are you hungry?"

Walking over to his food bowl you noticed it was still partially full. His water bowl left untouched since you last filled it up this morning.

You watched as he walks up to the front door, he began to scratch at it and you grow even more confused.

Before you could start to question it you hear a knock coming from the other side.

"Who is it?"

Taking a step closer you reached for the handle but decide to wait for a reply before opening it.

"It's me, quick let me in."

An involuntarily smile forming on your lips.

Your cat cleverly moving out of the way as you pulled the door open.

Crookshanks rushed his own way inside before you tugged on Hermione's arm, quickly guiding her inside your room. You looked around making sure nobody saw before closing the door.

Your girlfriend greets you with a long kiss which you happily reciprocated.

Hermione steps away from you and begins to look around as if inspecting the state of your messy room.

"How did you even get in here?"

Hermione smiles before holding up Harry's invisibility cloak.

"Wow, I'm surprised he let you borrow it."

"He doesn't know, I nicked it when he wasn't looking."

Your girlfriend admits proudly and you playfully let out a gasp.

"Hermione Granger, I think I might be a bad influence on you." You quip.

Your hands move to rest on Hermione's waist and she wraps her arms around your neck instinctively.

"I think you might be right."

She says before giving you a quick peck on the lips.

"But I kind of like it." Hermione whispers, inches away from your face.

You smirk, pulling her in even closer.

"Good." You say, matching her tone.

You leaned in with intention to kiss her again but Hermione turns her head before you could.

Quietly studying your girlfriend's expression as she watched the cats. They've long stopped chasing each other around the room they're now curled up licking each other clean on the foot of your bed.

"Do you have to leave right away?" Hermione asks turning her head to look at you once again.

Your hand moves to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

"No. Technically I have about a day before I absolutely have to go home. Why?"

Hermione doesn't answer for a moment instead she fiddles with the pendant on your necklace nervously.

"What is it, my love?"

Your gentle hand on her lower back must have soothed your girlfriend enough as she eventually found the courage to continue.

"Do you maybe want to come home with me and meet my parents?"

Taken aback, you take a few seconds to deliberate but Hermione was quick to mistake your silence for disapproval.

"If you don't want to it's alright. I'd just- I would love for them to get to know you-"

Hermione stutters and you reach out, holding her face with both your hands she's now forced to meet your soft gaze.

"I would love to meet your family. Just as long as you're sure."

Hermione grins, evidently relieved at your response.

"Really? It would help to have you with me, I don't want to be alone when I have to- you know when it's time."

"I understand." You assure her and she visibly relaxes again. Hermione moves to nuzzle her face in the crook of your neck and you take the opportunity to wrap your arms around her, holding her close.

You could only imagine the pressure Hermione must be in. How selfless she is to even consider obliviating her own parents. She will be doing it to prevent the hurt they might go through in the event of losing her.

If it ever came down to it you weren't entirely sure if you could do the same. Hermione's bravery knows no bounds, yet you couldn't find it in yourself to envy her. You admired her a great deal. You want more than anything to preserve her happiness as best you can.

Going against the Dark Lord was one way of ensuring it. So it's something you'll do without hesistation.

"But we can't go anywhere until you're done packing." You let go of her and Hermione gestures to the mess of unfolded clothes scattered across your room.

"I am done."

Hermione gives you an incredulous look.

"Well, mostly." You admit cheekily, enjoying how annoyed Hermione is getting at your failure to take things seriously.

"Come on, I'll help you pack." Hermione tugs on your arm but you don't budge.

"But-" You say grabbing her hand instead, holding her in place.

"Im not sure if you're aware. There are many fun things we could do in my room that doesn't involve packing."

You swiftly pull Hermione closer by the belt loop on her jeans.

A small gasp escapes her lips at your sudden action and you took the opportunity to capture her lips into a searing kiss.

Your girlfriend entertains you for a few moments, kissing you back deeply as she rest her hand on the back of your neck.

Quickly moving your own hand underneath her shirt, resting it on the small of her back. Hermione shudders at the feeling of your warm hand against her bare skin.

You plant a kiss on her jaw, and then her neck, nipping at it before you hear Hermione's breath hitch in her throat.

"Okay let's make a deal." Your girlfriend says trying her best to keep her voice firm.

"We finish packing and–" Hermione stands on her tiptoes so she can whisper directly into your ear.

"I'll let you do whatever you want to me."

You feel a sudden rush of arousal, Hermione always knew exactly what to say.

"Whatever I want?"

Your girlfriend peering at you with feigned innocence. She nods before biting her lip knowing very well the effect it had on you.

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"What about this one?" Hermione holds up a dark green pullover that you hadn't seen since the beginning of term.

"Honestly forgot I even had that. We can toss it." Instead of adding it to the pile your girlfriend holds onto it. It quickly became clear what she was asking of you.

"Well unless you want to keep that one–"

"Do you want it?"

You chuckle at the sight of Hermione's eyes lighting up at your suggestion.

"It smells like you." Your girlfriend says under her breath and you feel a flutter in your chest.

"Alright, that's the last of it." You say, shutting your trunk.

You attempt to push it closer to your front door but it barely budged. Hermione notices you struggling and lets out a laugh.

"Here, let me help."

"Excuse me." Your girlfriend whispers before stepping in between you and the trunk, standing close enough that her ass was brushing against your front.

Before you could move out of her way, Hermione bends over. Her ass now flush against your groin. Clearly a deliberate move to get a reaction out of you, she makes no effort to push the trunk.

"Hermione–" You groaned.

"Hm?"

You've seemed to have urged her on as she pushes herself up against your front again. Your hands move to grip her waist.

Hermione stands up right but doesn't try to move away from you.

"Do you find pleasure in taunting me, Miss Granger? You growl directly into her ear and Hermione's hand finds the back of your neck.

You watched as she takes her bottom lip in between her teeth, stiffling a grin.

She really is enjoying is.

You expertly flipped Hermione around by her waist. Capturing her lips with yours kissing her hard. You take her bottom lip in between your teeth tugging at it before kissing her again, your tongue enters her mouth and she lets out a whimper against your lips.

Your hands move to her thigh swiftly, you lifted Hermione up, carrying her to your bed.

She keeps her legs wrapped around your waist, holding you in place.

Hermione arches her back, your groin now flush against hers. You began moving your hips, grinding against her center. Your girlfriend lets out a moan, throwing her head back against the pillow.

You take the opportunity to place a sloppy kiss against her neck, you open your mouth, biting down. Earning a louder noise from Hermione.

"Fuck, you drive me insane."

You say against her neck.

Hermione only lets out another whimper in response. She takes your hand moving it to the hem of her jeans.

"Please, touch me." Your girlfriend pleads.

Quickly obliging, you unbutton her jeans, slipping your hand inside. Your palm finds her clothed center. You apply pressure and Hermione quickly starts grinding against your hand.

She's now a writhing, panting mess underneath you.

The mere sight drove you crazy.

You slip your hand underneath her underwear, your thumb applying pressure against her already sensitive clit. Hermione's grips the back of your neck as she chokes out a moan. You move two fingers to her entrance pushing inside until you were knuckle deep. Your girlfriend's mouth falls open as you began pumping in and out of her at a rough pace.

"Yes.."

She breathes out and you take it as a sign to move your fingers harder and deeper.

Hermione's hand moves to grip the sheets and you knew she was already close.

You try your best to keep the steady pace, made slightly difficult with her walls contracting against your fingers with every stroke.

Your hear her breathing get shallow and her hold on your neck tightens. Hermione moans loudly as the blinding orgasm rips through her.

You pull out of her bringing your fingers up to your mouth, licking them clean. Hermione watches you with a darkened gaze before lifting her head to kiss you, deep and hungry.

You plant a kiss against her forehead before moving off her.

Hermione whines in protest and you only chuckle darkly. You lift your own sweater above your head, signaling that you were far from done.

"Take off your clothes baby, wait there."

Hermione does as she's told.

**

You grabbed your wand quickly before walking towards the bathroom, shuting the door behind you.

Saying the spell as you waved your wand, a flesh coloured appendage appearing by your groin. A makeshift strap on. You found out that muggles had used it for sex sometimes and you honestly thought it a genius invention. You took it upon yourself to conjure your own.

You managed to create a version that was not only functional but allows you to actually feel her. In a way it acted like an extension of you.

Yes. A spell that could go terribly wrong if not done properly ofcourse, but what's a fun sex life without a little risk?

Walking out of the bathroom you're met with the sight of your girlfriend laying naked on the bed.

You make eye contact and watched as Hermione's eyes flit down to the length between your legs.

She licks her lips in anticipation.

"Come closer."

Hermione crawls to the foot of the bed meekly waiting for you to approach.

You stepped closer, hand moving to the back of her head your fingers getting lost in her hair.

You guide her forward and she catches on quickly. Wrapping her hand around your length before running her tongue across the tip, watching your reaction.

"Suck it."

You command and Hermione does exactly that.

Throwing your head back you breathe in deeply, suppressing a moan. Her mouth felt amazing. Hermione was really good at that, she's good at everything.

You feel the tip of your strap touch the back of her throat and let out a gasp.

She is taking you so well.

You groaned.

"Good girl."

Hermione hums in response and continues moving her skillful mouth against you.

You can feel your release approaching, gripping her hair you tug on it slightly, urging her to stop.

"Ok– okay that's enough." You guide her face up, kissing her.

"Lay back."

Hermione leans back and you quickly climb on top of her.

Your length brushing against her core, Hermione rolls her hips desperately.

"Ready?"

Your girlfriend nods quickly, lifting her leg up to wrap it around your waist. Giving you easier access.

You guide the tip to her entrance, thrusting forward slowly.

Watching as her eyes widen at the feeling of you inside her. Her hands gripped your back, fingernails digging into your skin.

You thrust your hips forward again, Hermione lets out a loud moan shutting her eyes.

"Fuck, you feel so good. So tight."

Hermione clenches around your length, her nails digging into your back painfully.

"Faster– please."

Your girlfriend begs and you push forward, harder and faster.

Soon finding a momentum.

Hermione's now moaning and panting at every thrust of your hips. You feel a familiar tightness in the pit of your stomach.

"You're so perfect, Hermione. My sweet, perfect girl."

Your endless whispers of praise only pushing her closer to her release. Hermione's cunt throbbing around your length as her orgasm creeps up on her, hard and fast.

You pant, reaching your own climax soon after her.

You slumped forward, both your chests heaving as you tried to recover.

Hermione places a kiss on your cheek and another on the corner of your mouth.

You move to rest your head against her chest.

"I love you." Hermione utters breathlessly.

You lift your head, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.

"I love you too, so much."

Hermione pulls you in for a kiss, surprisingly soft and tender.

"Can you go again?" You ask and Hermione nods, not hiding the blush forming on her face.

"Good, get on top."

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The train finally departs and Hermione joins you in the carriage. Sitting next to you.

You draped your arm over her shoulder, pulling her close.

"Last night was amazing."

You let out a laugh at the sudden confession.

"Yes it was." You turn towards her and Hermione lifts her head off your shoulder to look at you.

Her hand moves to your hair, running her fingers through it. She knows you loved it whenever she did that.

"You were amazing." Hermione's voice low, you catch her looking down at your lips.

"Careful."

"Don't get me going, I will have my way with you right here, in this carriage."

You warn, glancing at her lips.

"Maybe you should."

Hermione taunts and you smirk.

You lean forward to whisper in her ear.

"I'd fuck you right here, have you screaming my name for everybody to hear."

Hermione grabs the hem of your jacket crashing her lips against yours. Her tongue enters your mouth and for a second you believed that you would actually have sex right then and there.

"Uh– you lot are in a public space, please show some consideration."

Ginny quips before entering the carriage, sitting across from you.

You stopped making out, Hermione buries her face in your shoulder, feeling embarrassed.

"We technically were in a private space until you came in." You retaliated.

Ginny grins.

You've always liked her, the funnier and overall superior Weasley. You don't hang out often but whenever you did it was always a fun time.

"So Harry told me about the plan."

"He did what–"

"Oh that thickhead." You scoffed.

Hermione shakes her head clearly dissaproving the same way you were.

"Well that's fantastic. Yeah, really great. Who else did he tell?"

You were annoyed. If the wrong person overheard it would be over for you.

"Ok I agree Harry can be thick sometimes but we can trust Ginny." Hermione says, stroking your arm at an attempt to soothe you.

"Yeah relax. Besides, he tells me everything. I promise your secret's safe with me."

You say nothing in response, looking out the window trying to keep a level head.

"Do you really think it'll work?"

Ginny asks and you turn to look at her. Your gaze shifts to Hermione for a moment before answering.

"I've gone over it a million times in my head. It'll work."

You look out the window again.

"It has to." You mutter and Hermione grabs your hand intertwining your fingers.

"Alright."

"Listen, if you ever need an extra hand I can help." The ginger haired girl says lowering her voice.

You nod, giving her a genuine smile. You appreciated the offer.

"Thanks, Ginny."

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"That was odd." You say as you lifted Hermione's trunk up the stairs, walking to her parents home.

"What was?"

"The man that drove us here. Do muggles always ask that many personal questions?"

Hermione laughs.

You sat her trunk down on the veranda.

"He was curious, some taxi drivers just enjoy chatting to new people."

Your eyebrows knitted together. You supposed that made sense.

"Oh."

"Ready?" Hermione asks before fishing her house keys out of her pocket.

You give her a nod before taking in a sharp intake of breath.

Opening the door you both step inside.

"Mum, dad, I'm home!"

Her mum comes down the stairs, beaming as she sauntered over to the two of you. Enveloping your girlfriend in a long embrace.

Hermione did look a lot like her mother. Especially around the eyes.

Mrs Granger releases her daughter from her embrace and turns to you.

"You must be y/n, Hermione has told me so much about you."

She surprises you by pulling you into a hug as well. You reciprocated quickly as a polite gesture.

"It's very nice to meet you Mrs Granger, you have a wonderful home."

"Oh please, call me Monica."

She takes her hand in yours and you smile at her gallantly.

A man walks out of the kitchen and rushes over to the three of you, practically lifting Hermione up as he hugged her.

Hermione lets out a real laugh and it's like music to your ears.

"Hey pumpkin."

"Hi, dad"

"Y/n I assume?" He asks, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes sir, that's right. It's a pleasure to meet you." You hold your hand out for him to shake and he pulls you into a hug instead.

You were stunned for a moment.

A family of huggers.

Physical affection was rare in your own family, it wasn't something that was freely given. Any type of affection was something you had to earn, like a reward.

"Come, you got here just in time for dinner."

Hermione's dad lets go of you and guides the two of you to the dining table.

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You liked Hermione's parents, they were warm and generous. You quickly realised why Hermione is the way she is.

"Thank you for dinner Monica, it was delicious."

"You're most welcome y/n. I'm glad you're here, we've been wanting to meet you for awhile now."

Hermione grabs your hand on the table giving it a squeeze.

Mrs Granger stands up colleting the plates, she walks over to the sink.

"Please, let me help."

You grab Hermione's plate and yours, giving her a quick smile which she reciprocated.

You are stood silently washing dishes for awhile before Mrs Granger breaks the silence.

"You're really good for her, you know."

You glanced at her but stayed silent and she continues.

"I've never seen her this happy. I'm just glad she has you."

"Thats very kind of you to say Monica but I'm certain that I'm the lucky one."

"Hermione's a very special girl." You respond fondly.

Her mum nods in agreement, tears well up in her eyes and you panic for a moment. Afraid you'd said something to upset her.

"You promise to look out for her won't you? I don't know exactly what's happening in your world right now but promise you'll look after her?"

"Ofcourse. I'll protect her with my life. You have my word."

A tear falls down her cheek and she quickly wipes it away.

"Thank you y/n–"

"I appreciate you saying that."

#hermione granger imagine #hermione x reader #slytherin au #hermione granger #hermione granger smut #hermione granger x reader #slytherin reader #hermione smut

[secretsff24]

𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕊𝕋ℝ𝕌ℂ𝕂 ★

Choso x fem reader (non-curse AU) oneshot (probably???) and reader is friends with Yuji but hasn't properly met Choso before. NSFW so no minors. probs unrealistic there are no good clubs in my city

2.6K words

Tags: oral (m receiving) and others drinking

Ever since you'd turned 18, Yuji had been desperate to become a DJ. You, Nobara and Megumi had obviously cackled at just the idea but realized that he was actually passionate about this after he secured a job at a relatively popular club in your city. At this point, you and Nobara had immediately taken great pleasure in getting into the club with him.

Every Friday, you and Nobara would get ready to drive with Yuji to the club where you could go through in the back with him. Megumi said he had no interest in coming to the club, let alone seeing Yuji's DJ 'skills' but he was seriously missing out. So that was what you were in the process of doing now- sliding through the dimly lit back area of one of the most active clubs near you.

Your hands tugged at the bottom of your dress as Yuji glared at every guy that looked at his two friends.

"Hurry up, I'm trying to get to the bar!" Nobara shouted as she raced ahead of you two.

"I'm surprised you can drink any more after pres." You added while looking at the seemingly sober state she was in despite the amount of vodka she'd downed before the drive over.

"Well I don't feel the buzz yet so let's go and take advantage of the free drinks!"

"They're only really meant to be free for me you know.." Yuji added nervously.

"Yeah well you wouldn't want to drink on the job now, would you?" She gave him the scariest glare you've ever seen as you shivered in your spot. It was like when Yuji dropped her new jumper on the floor but worse. Maybe she was an angry drunk...

"No! Anyway, I have a big surprise for you guys!"

"What is it?" Nobara added impatiently and he frowned seeing your equally uninterested but expectant smile.

"Well..it's a secret. So we'll see.." He murmured, deflated, as he headed to the front of the club to set up. People were already starting to murmur in while the prerecorded basic playlist blared over the crowd. The lights were jumping over people but your eyes had adjusted to it over the weeks, remembering the same familiar faces that came every Friday to let loose and forget about work and school. Nobara was already at the bar after finding one of her friends from college so you awkwardly hung back next to Yuji at the DJ table. He expertly stacked his gear while piling things into your hands.

"Why aren't you with Nobara?" He questioned while playing around with all the buttons.

"She's with Maki, I don't want to interrupt."

"I won't reveal my surprise, even if you stay here with me you know!" He grinned with a glance in your direction.

"Oh really?" You cocked your head to the side and smirked at him, accidentally flustering your best friend.

He scratched his chin with a slight blush on his face, "Shouldn't you save that for all the boys you said you were gonna meet?"

You frowned at his bluntness and realized how seemingly lonely you actually were.

"I guess. All the guys here are kinda gross. And I guess every time I find a nice one I scare them off." You rolled your eyes and looked down at your neatly manicured nails. There was a guy last Friday who you really liked but you accidentally laughed when you saw how blues his eyes were in normal lighting and hurt his ego. Things were just awkward between you after that and you were too sober to pretend to not feel it. It wasn't that he was ugly but God how were eyes that blue even humanly possible?

Snapping back to the present, you turned to Yuji who was taking a deep breath. Knowing what was coming, you drifted back into the ground and slammed your hands over your ears as he began to rile up the club. It was successful of course and everyone started to dance like before. You leaned against a wall near the dance floor and glanced around curiously.

It was then that you saw him. He was at the bar, the other end to where Nobara was. His hair was black and messily piled up into two buns on his head. You'd never seen a style like that before pulled off so effortlessly. It was like the music stopped as you scrolled over his body. His shirt tightened around the thick muscle of his arms as his pants carelessly hung around his bottom half. As he picked up his drink, you examined the way his adam's apple moved so attractively. And his jawline looked like it could cut diamond, God!

Without really realizing it, you'd edged through the crowds closer to him. You took a deep breath as you prepared to shoot your shot. Even up close, you could still see how gorgeous he was and the way he stood out from everyone else here. You definitely hadn't seen him before.

A voice snapped you out your wandering thoughts, "You okay?"

Your eyes widened as you noticed that it was him speaking to you, his smooth voice like music to your ears. You had to recover, fast.

"Oh mhm," You smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, " I just haven't seen you around here before."

His eyes creased at the corners slightly as he replied with a smirk.

"Do you keep note of every person who comes here?"

"Only the cute ones." You snapped back and moved in closer as if you were on a flirting autopilot you didn't realize you had.

"What's your name?" His smile had widened from your compliment.

"Y/N. And yours?"

"Choso. You're right, this is my first time here."

"I told you I could tell, it wasn't just some corny pick up line!"

"Are you trying to..pick me up?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Haven't I made that obvious enough?"

After 20 minutes or so of more talking at the bar, his hand had snaked around your waist- drifting dangerously close to your ass. You batted your eyelashes up at him suggestively as his face got slightly red. The night was still young but he was getting increasingly more handsy.

"I can't leave yet y'know.." You stifled a giggle at the thought of leaving so soon after you'd arrived with your friends.

"So-"

"There's a bathroom round there," You cut him off with a casual glance in the other direction as he gulped subtly. He didn't respond for a moment so you jokingly continued, "Just in case you wanna sneak out the window."

"Why would I want to do that?" He looked at down at you seriously for a moment as your eyes widened at the intense feeling from his gaze and the proximity, "I'd rather take you with me."

"Are you always this forward?"

"Only with the cute ones." Your mouth dropped open at his repetition of your line but you were struggling to hide how flustered you felt.

"Let's go then, Choso. Don't let your boldness fail you here."

"That's the last thing I'd do." His touch didn't leave your waist as he let you guide him to a large stall. Your mind was racing at the realization of what you'd gotten yourself into with this very gorgeous and very bold stranger. His touch was electrifying through your clothes and the thought of his fingers grazing your skin under your thin dress was intoxicating.

As soon as the door slammed, he barely had time to fiddle with the lock before you swallowed your doubts and wrapped your arms up around his neck. He looked down at you with those lazy, dark eyes now just as hungry as you were. He connected his soft lips to yours swiftly and let his hands travel down to your ass. Giving a soft squeeze, he let your breath in response provide an opportunity. His tongue sloppily pushed into your mouth. Your hand gently traveled to his chest so that you could feel the hard muscle through his shirt before gripping it from the pleasure.

It felt better than you imagined. But still, you wanted to be even closer to him. You'd finally hit it off with someone even if it was just in a club bathroom and you wanted to make him feel as good as he effortlessly made you feel.

Pulling back, you murmured, "Can I be bold too for a moment, Choso?"

He peered at you curiously but let out an unexpected groan as your hand dragged along the incriminating bulge through his clothes. His eyes couldn't get off you as he bit down on his lip and slowly nodded at the increasing pressure you were applying while looking up at him with sparkles in your eyes at the pleasure you were giving him.

Readjusting your positions, you pushed him so he was sitting down by guiding his chest. He hastily unbuttoned his pants while maintaining eye contact with you. The way you tucked your hair behind your ears, carelessly adjusted your hands on his thighs- you had no idea what you did to him just by moving around.

Choso didn't expect you to grab his waistband and pull it down so quickly but he wasn't complaining. Still following your face, he shivered as your warm hands wrapped around his throbbing length.

"You're so perfect, Choso." You whispered at a volume so quiet he could barely hear it. But he did. And you could tell as he reacted under your hands.

You removed one of your hands to his immediate dismay but immediately pushed your mouth closer and swirled his tip with your tongue. His eyes scanned you again, your body fit perfectly into your dress but all he wanted to look at as you sucked him off was your eyes and occasionally the way your lips pursed and stretched around him. Your head barely pulled back from his tip before you pushed yourself down onto all of him, tears threatening to form at the corners of your glimmering eyes.

"Shit!" He groaned and pressed against the wall behind him. You tried your very best to take all of him, but what you couldn't get, you made up with with your elegant hands.

His breath hitched as you removed your mouth slowly, making his body feel increasingly closer to an overwhelming climax.

"Grab my hair." You instructed and moved one of your hands off him and to your hair.

He hadn't wanted to before from fear of messing up how perfect you looked- although he doubted that would even be possible to do. Choso nodded and silently begged you to take all of him again just like you did before. You obliged with a guilty smile and slowly pushed yourself down onto him.

Arching your back, increasing your pace and letting out little whimpers of your own- you were getting so into the thought of letting this guy finish anywhere on you. Just the thought almost made hearts appear in your eyes.

"Fuck, I'm close." Choso struggled to make out as your hand gently rubbed against one of his balls.

You licked up his large length and then deepthroated him again as he thrusted his hips more into your face from the feeling of his imminent release. Just as you began to slowly drag yourself up him to do it again, he groaned and a string of curses came from his mouth as his load spurted into your mouth. You struggled to but you swallowed it almost as soon as he gave it to you.

Leaning back onto your heels, you stared up at him and gulped again to signify your empty mouth. There was silence between you two that was shortly filled by the blasting of one of your favorite songs. Neither of you were sure what to say to each other after such an intimate experience as you desperately racked your mind for something to say.

"I love this song." You opted for, trying to seem much calmer than you really felt in reality.

You pushed yourself upright and looked away as he got himself dressed again. Your reflection in the mirror almost startled you as you wiped your teary eyes and your smudged lip gloss. The nerves painted on your face would hopefully be less minimal in the colorful strobe lights.

"Do you want to go?" He turned to your curiously, trying to figure out whether you were nervous or genuinely acting so casual.

"You can make it up to me another time, right?"

"If I get your number, then definitely." He stood up closer to you and pressed his lips against yours, seemingly not caring that he was essentially tasting himself as both of you deepened the kiss. You could hear the song coming to a close as you realized how quickly you let minutes disappear when you were with this man.

"Let me put it in your phone. And then let's get outside, my friends are gonna think I got kidnapped!"

"Mine too." He chuckled as he watched you add your contact. The sight of you biting down on your lip as you struggled to remember your phone number made his memory of you around his dick shoot back into his mind.

You pushed the phone back into his pocket and grabbed his hand. He automatically pulled you into his waist as you opened the door and stepped outside.

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You had spent pretty much the whole night into the early hours in the club with Choso alone as you realized that Nobara was insistent on staying with Maki if you'd found a guy. Another one of your favourite songs started to blare from Yuji's speakers as you leaned into Choso's arm back at the bar.

"I love this song, oh my God!" You added as though you hadn't helped your friend make the playlist. He was babbling on about this being his last song so to make this last minute count.

"The Djs got good taste," He pridefully smiled back.

"In music, I guess." You jokingly murmured and for once Choso didn't pick up on it. At that, you dropped the topic and began to talk about something else.

Meanwhile, across the club Nobara was waiting in the back for Yuji to stop DJing. As soon as he came off stage, he started to talk about his surprise again.

"Hey wait for y/n, idiot. We need her here for this surprise. What is it, anyway?" Nobara scowled.

"It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you." Yuji smirked smugly and started to look over the crowds of people.

"Well surprise me with it now then, I'm getting bored."

"Oh ok the suprise is over this way!" He cheered, spotting his brother in the smaller crowd of people at the bar. As they approached, he could hear Choso talking to someone.

"Is that y/n?" Nobara questioned as they got closer to exactly where you two were.

As they approached the two of you, you were too busy entangled in each others' arms to even notice the loud pair. He whispered something in your ear that made you pull back and giggle slightly as you stuck your head out from where Choso was in front of you to see your friends.

"Yuji? Nobara?" You cluelessly looked at them as they stood in front of the two of you.

"Eh?" Yuji looked between the two of you with a confused look as Choso slowly pulled his arms from you and hugged Yuji.

"Oh do you two know each other?" Nobara filled the silence between the four of you as your eyes widened.

"He's my brother," Yuji weakly added, "Surprise.."

Nobara immediately bent half over cackling as you tried to hide your giggles from the situation. Yuji was looking at Choso with a slightly hurt look even though he had no idea what he'd even done. Choso continued to glance between the three of you as he began to connect the dots...

AN: Guys this is my first fan fic in like 4 years but it's honestly not what i even wanted to start off writing lol. Lmk what you guys think if anyone even reads it and if you do thank you so much i really appreicate it. Also i didnt proofread bc im lazy but im hoping this isnt like wattpad when everyone harasses you over one spelling mistake haha

#choso #choso kamo #jjk #jjk x reader #y/n #x reader #choso x reader #choso smut #smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen choso #fanfic #jjk fanfic

[iwaasfairy]

fairy hi!!! Saw your recent bllk post and i was wondering what you think about the dynamic between karasu and otoya. I think stepcest x brother’s bestfriend would really suit them and that also involves corrupting reader into whatever extent of “brotherly affection” they want to receive.

Rest well and stay hydrated, 🧚‍♀️🫶.

adJhfdihufhsdi lOVEEE it i love that because not only is it very juicy as an idea, but depending on who is the big brother and who's the best friend, the scenario changes drastically. Im jshdgvfud rubbing my little mitts together and drooling hhehhehe i love drama between two equally greasy grimy men <333

tw step/incest, jealousy, manipulation, darcyphilia

Eita nii is way more laid back, he is possessive in a way that would go over people's head if they're not observant. Sadly, Karasu is observant though. Eita nii also feels bossy, like he'd come into your room and tell you what to wear, or request/demand you to be at his beck and call- and Tabito as his best friend is just,,, a relentless flirt, more than happy to piss Eita off in the process. You're probably not even sure if Tabito likes you, or if he's just trying to create conflict.

It's only when you get cornered by him in your room and convinced to "c'mon, just a quick kiss, Eita won't know" or when he uses sleepovers as an excuse to blackmail you into sucking his cock as he grunts and groans about how pretty you are and how much he wants to keep using you. And of course niichan finds out, and of course he sees red for long enough to have you pinned by your throat and your knees to your chest as he fucks you for being so stupid, and not understanding that you already have someone you belong to. You're his stupid little sister, and he's not keen on sharing.

But if it's Tabito nii, he feels like the type to get obsessed with you and then not know what to do with his feelings. I feel like he'd be such a bully, like the type to hold you down and rip your clothes and pull your hair and call you ugly and annoying and gross-- while stroking his cock to you after you run away crying. He feels like the type to come home in either the most annoying, clingy, grossly demanding way, or in a shit mood where he'd spit in your mouth and shove you around.

But then imagine you somehow start dating Eita, his best friend? Because he feels much more mature, and he likes you, and he makes you feel so pretty and cool, and he's a good boyfriend- why wouldn't you? And he takes the sheltered, bullied little sister and makes you a total nympho, obsessed with letting him use you in every room of the house, "that's all your good for, right?" and "my little cockhungry slut"- it's only a matter of time before Tabito nii catches you and gets his feelings hurt! But Eita is a good friend, and look, you're too well trained to say no to your precious boyfriend. Getting your throat abused by your big brother is just par for the course.

#bllk.txt #bllk smut #blue lock smut #tw.incest #tw.jealousy #tw.darcyphilia #tw.threesome #💫ch.otoya #💫ch.karasu #🥧otoya.chan #🥧karasu.chan

[trojanteapot]

Infinity Train Boots!

Made these a while back as part of my Simon cosplay, must have been almost a month, but I didn't post the process!

(EDIT: hey I did some fixing up of my cosplay which you can see here in this post!)

Not actually sure if anybody would care because it's so niche, unlike my Spider-Gwen suit, but I did write about how I did the Infinity Train harpoon pack, so I'll discuss this too!

STEP 0: Acquire reference pictures:

Yep, pretty straightforward.

Note that Simon's boots have an extra bar/strap thingy, whereas Ryan and Min-Gi's do not.

I didn't include it because it kinda looks ugly and I didn't know how fragile the strap might be.

NEXT!

STEP 1: Acquire Boots!

I got these MIA boots from Journeys Canada. They only cost around 60 bucks which is a bit pricey for cosplay, but I'm not about to go thrift shopping when I'm in a time crunch and I can just order online and get free delivery within 2 days. (Also these days 60 bucks for boots from a retail store is considered cheap. Inflation is nasty.)

They came with these cardboard thingies inside to keep the structure of the boots. They have "left" and "right" written on them in Chinese which was helpful for me when I got a bit confused about which side was which.

Save those for later. You'll need them.

STEP 2: Paint the soles silver

Literally any acrylic silver paint works. May take several layers. Make sure to put masking tape around the top edge of the soles.

I didn't use a primer on the base but you probably should. Any white acrylic paint or Gesso would do and you wouldn't need like 8 coats of silver. Do as I say not as I do.

And make sure to seal everything with a varnish or mod podge!

Here are also the cut toe caps and some silver craft foam. The craft foam was kind of a mistake I'll get into it soon.

STEP 3: Make toe caps

Here's me making sure the placement is good.

I glued the craft foam onto the cardboard caps, and then I was thinking "well the little bit hanging over it isn't going to be a problem, nope! I'll just glue them down and it'll blend right in!"

HAHAHAHA. WRONG.

STEP 3.1: Fuck up the toe caps because you were winging this and you have no idea how crafting materials work you idiot

GROSS. DISGUSTING. VILE.

The hot glue melted the craft foam and now it's got this weird melty edge all around it that's all goopy and shit. Anyway you dont want your boots to look fucked up, you want them to look smooth like polished steel, or whatever they were made of in the show.

STEP 3.2: Fix toe caps

Everything can be fixed with Model Magic and acrylic paint! (and seal your paint with a sealant again!)

I just took some model magic (a type of lightweight air dry clay from Crayola, the cheapest you can get. Other more legit craft supply brands make similar materials as well), and squished it into the ugly bits, making a mostly seemless transition from craft foam to clay to sole.

TIP: to make model magic smooth before sanding, dab your fingers in some water to smooth it out! This also works for Paperclay as well if you decide to use a more higher end type of air dry clay.

STEP 4: Make the back metal thing that goes around the heel

So I did this kinda in tandem with the toe caps which is why the pics will look a little out of order but essentially, I took the parts of the cardboard that I cut off, and I cut them in half, put some other cardboard in between, and then sandwiched the thing in metallic craft foam.

This time it was a bit more successful because I was able to hide the weird gross melted edges on the inside. Also paint that shit silver!

Now you can glue the "heel caps(?)" directly to your boots, but I decided to use stick-on velcro instead so they're kinda removable, and may be easier to transport or clean or something? ehhh.

STEP 5: Make those handle things

So I also hit a bit of a snag with these. I ordered EVA foam dowels with a semi-circle cross-section as well as a triangular one, but I quickly realized they would be too flimsy sticking out like that unless I put something hard in between them.

So this isn't pictured, but I got some thin crafting wire from Dollarama and just bent them into L shapes, and glued the smaller dowels around them. I also shoved them into the bigger down and glued it down.

You can also see from these pictures that that leaves a weird gap in between the smaller dowels. Again I just used model magic to cover them up. There's probably a better solution but this was the one I went with.

I also lengthened the top "handle" part eventually because it looks better that way. (Please ignore the mess on my desk >_<)

Then I just paint them silver like everything else!

COMPLETE!

The nut and bolts are actual nuts and bolts. Since the base was just craft foam and cardboard, you can poke a hole in them easily and insert the bolt.

Hope you found this helpful! Or are just willing to indulge me and my notes on my silly crafting journey!

#cosplay #infinity train #infinity train cosplay #simon laurent #ryan akagi #min gi park #tutorial #crafting stuff #i have no idea what im doing #but it worked out #infinity train book 3 #infinity train book 4 #stuff i made #diy

[ystrike1]

Fly Me to the Moon - by Mcat (8/10)

Everybody loves a love triangle, but I personally think love lines are more dramatic. It's gross when someone you don't like is following you. Especially when you're busy trying to woo the lover you deserve. The tension is nice, and of course this love line turns into stalking. Also, everybody present is a monster. As a bonus.

She's depressed.

She's ugly.

She's poor.

She's lonely enough to accept any kind of attention.

Our protagonist looks boring as heck at first.

Jeongyeon has been stuck in the role of caregiver for too long. Her mother had cancer, and some people just can't handle that. She became feeble, angry, and spoiled. Jeongyeon had no life when her mother was alive, and now that she's dead there's nothing to...do? She just has an old house, booze, and cigarettes. Taeho is a monster. He's a demon(?) called a Clansmen. Being one is super convenient. You are born super smart. You get to live longer. You get to be pretty, but life gets complicated. The Clan is a secret. It runs like a professional sort of cult. Clan cops and doctors keep everything hushed up, and Clan politicians handle the bribes. Taeho is a piece of shit. His father was also a piece of crap, but Taeho's big brother is Leader. The leader of a huge Clansmen branch. Taegyung is a responsible and good monster guy. He's also kinda Taeho's father AND brother. The slow aging process creates alot of complex relationships. Taeho is spoiled. Everybody lets him do crime and shit because of Taegyung.

Taeho might be spoiled, but life with a brother for a dad kinda stinks. Taeho got married to please everybody. He married a perfect Clan princess, but then he killed her. Taeho is a member of the Seo branch. That means he's really powerful. So powerful that...um...when he takes a wife and has a baby said wife can go insane. His wife ATE his first child. He got angry and he ripped apart the princess. Everybody is blaming him, because he executed her without thinking about what her powerful family would do. He was a terrible husband. Her family wants his head on a plate in exchange for her death...which kinda is unfair. Her insanity wasn't really his fault...and she literally ate a baby, but he should have just captured her. Taeho was almost eaten by his mom as well...so um...yeah he was never going to be normal. Taeho and Taegyung get pressured to marry and have heirs near constantly, because they're so strong, despite the huge insanity risk.

I completely understand why this guy grew up into a bad guy, but he sucks.

He gaslights Jeongyeon. He hangs out at her place while he hides from the Clan that wants him dead. He has no idea how to be affectionate, and he treats Jeongyeon like garbage, even after he develops a crush on her.

Taegyung has to clean up Taeho's mess. Jeongyeon gets bitten. Taeho does it to punish her. To bind her to him and make her more submissive. Taegyung takes over and he does the Clan bond the proper way. Jeongyeon doesn't trust him at first, but they get along well. Taegyung doesn't want an heir because of the whole cannibal wife thing. He can't fully hate Taeho, because he should have never felt pressured to marry in the first place. He starts to realize his brother can't be saved when he gets to know Jeongyeon.

They share cigarettes. They're bonded so they feel some attraction...but nothing happens. Taegyung must marry a princess. He gets pestered about it daily. The bond doesn't mean they're married or anything. It just means Taegyung was the one who helped her body transform. Jeongyeon is prettier now and she's also rich. She gets an expense card, and Taegyung lets her leave.

The leader of the Yu Clan is still very angry. Jeongyeon suffers because she knows Taeho. Everybody assumes she's his mistress, just because Taeho didn't kill or eat her. Jeongyeon gets stalked by demons who want revenge. Taegyung doesn't hover too much, because he's worried. Being a Seo sucks. He feels immensely possessive of Jeongyeon. He tries to put duty first, and he doesn't actually want to lock her up in his mansion. He just gets the urge. It makes him feel like he's not himself.

This guy tries to kill Jeongyeon...but he's really nice. The dead princess was like a sister to him. He hates Taeho because he's a bastard that never gets punished for his crimes. In the end he protects Jeongyeon from Taeho. Taeho comes back acting like a brat right away. He demands to know why Jeongyeon bonded with his brother, which is a joke. He left her bleeding on the floor. The change would have killed her. Taegyung saved her life. Taeho made her a monster without permission, just to scare her into obeying him.

He's the most unattractive kind of yandere.

Jeongyeon eventually becomes strong enough to stand up to him on her own. She didn’t want this life. She didn’t want the money. She was just trying to rebuild after the long and painful death of her mother. Taeho made her life worse. Taegyung makes it better. The choice is obvious. Jeongyeon never wavers. She let Taeho crash on her couch because she was lonely, but no more. No more pity. She slaps him every time she meets him. She rejects the idea that abuse is love.

Chengcheng is the perfect Clan princess. She wants to marry Taegyung. She's been waiting since she turned twelve years old. She thinks she is entitled to him. She thinks Jeongyeon is just another pitiful pet project to Taegyung, just like his loser brother Taeho. She's wrong. Taegyung is getting worse by the day. He keeps fantasizing about hunting down Jeongyeon. That's just the way his bloodline is.

Taegyung starts to interfere more. He shows up whenever Jeongyeon is in trouble. He's clearly not willing to let Taeho drag her off and treat her like a pet. He wants to treat her like a princess. Everybody is shocked by how naive Jeongyeon is. She thinks Taegyung is a total gentleman, but his Clan knows he has spilled more blood than anyone else. I'm not saying he's not a nice guy. He's fair to humans and he tried his best to be a parent for Taeho, but now I think he's going to rip Taeho's face off.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #Fly Me to the Moon

[chuplayswithfire]

Nuance is something that can be soooo hard for online spaces to hold onto. Hell, offline spaces too, for that matter. Today I'm thinking about kink and the concept of kinkshaming, when I think about nuance: that people should be allowed to enjoy and engage with kink, especially in fictional and fandom spaces where even bad kink etiquette can't actually harm anyone should be a given. Personally, as long as someone is tagging correctly and creating with self awareness, anything goes in a fictional space, you do you, your content deserves to exist online. I have personally created a variety of kinky works, both publicly available and not, and would really not have a leg to stand on trying to declare otherwise. In a time where people are cracking down heavily on kink and trying to decry it as deviance that shouldn't exist, being kink positive can be a very important, good thing.

At the same time though, the people have squicks, and when it comes to kink and a good culture towards sex in general, people have to be allowed to have squicks. If anyone's hearing the term for the first time, a squick is essentially a concept that just grosses you right out, you do not want to see it, you do not want to learn more, maybe it even distresses you to see it, but not to the extent that you would consider ot triggering content. A couple of common tend to bodily excrement: piss and shit, alongside guro (extensive bodily mutilation combined with sexual imagery). A squick doesn't have to be extreme, it doesn't have to be unusual, it's just something that grosses an individual out, and they don't want to see it. (And because this is tumblr and it must be said: no, racism is not a squick.)

Sometimes, we lean so heavily into the negative that we refuse to allow positivity. Sometimes, we get so into positivity, that we refuse to acknowledge negatives. People are allowed to talk about their squicks. If people see something that grosses them out, they don't have to shut up about it just because it's someone else's kink. Kinkshaming, the idea that someone would go up to someone else and tell them they're gross for their kink, is something people shouldn't do in general. But expressing disgust and distaste for a kink in general isn't kinkshaming - that's just talking about your squick.

Your Kink Is Not My Kink And That's Okay is about not hating on other people or demanding their works not exist because you hate the kink, not pretending that you find every kink, fetish, or sexual concept totally wonderful and would never react with disgust towards one. This idea in fandom that if you don't like something you should never say anything publicly because what if someone does like that thing, and is upset that you publicly don't like that thing, is ridiculous, and it has been for a while. Negative emotions have a place in fandom, especially in regard to sexual content. You shouldn't harass people who share a kink (especially when their content is tagged this is why everyone should read the tags) - but you also shouldn't go around saying people aren't allowed to use their own online space to process their disgust.

I've been seeing a lot of people lately saying anyone discussing how much they dislike a kink concept is just a kinkshamer, an anti, the purity police, and it's getting beyond ridiculous. We have the right to engage in kink, to write about kink, to make kinky art, create audio for it, and to in general delight in all kinds of kinky works. We also have the responsibility to make sure we're tagging correctly. Others have the right to dislike kink, including our own kinks, and to talk about how much they dislike those kinks. They have the responsibility to make sure they're curating correctly, that they're reading the tags and warnings on a work, and that they work out their negative responses in their own space.

Multiple things can be true: kink is a great way to explore sexuality and desire and a wide range of topics. people deserve to share their interest in kink without harassment or being belittled. one person's joy can be another person's squick. people deserve to share their squick without harassment or being belittled.

#been seeing some annoying kink discourse for a WHILE #the fact that purity police are always trying to go after kink has made some people have this #calcified response of if you don't react to every kink with interest or neutral respect then you're kinkshaming and an anti #if we want to bring back the useage of terms like squick you have to accept that people will also openly talk about their squicks #and in much less than positive terms #and that's fine! #fandom dicosurse #Even if actually this goes beyond fandom because I definitely see some people being annoying like this in real life too #the number of people I have known who are snide and dismissive towards anyone who's having what they see as vanilla sex #the number of people I have known react with visceral disgust if someone's having anything but so called vanilla sex #We have to move away from this idea that you can only talk about things in neutral or positive tones #being negative about something is perfectly fine as long as you are respectful towards others