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ddollfface · 4 months

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God, I love golden retriever men so much.

*Intensely staring at my fav athlete*

Now, that I have a brainrot~

1. Our lovely Athlete with a nerd darling.

- This would be funny. It is giving black cat × golden retriever. So hard.

- Darling has anemia? She's used to sitting around and reading? Can't walk too long to save her life? He's fucking carrying her everywhere.

- Can you imagine darling bringing a book about his sport (I don't know if you've mentioned what he plays) to the game and reading as they watch him play cuz they don't know crap about sports? He'd be so, "But you're supposed to be watching me." :Insert puppy eyes:

- He's isolating darling? Eh, Darling needs a 4 hour nap after every social gathering anyway.

Ok but-

2. Him with a nerd darling who's a childhood best friend, where darling has a childhood filled with emotional and physical abuse. (I'm finna design a whole ass character to ship him with. If you don't mind, of course.)

- This.

- Don't let me get started on this.

- They would be so power couple coded fr. (Darling knows Athlete is trying to manipulate her. Doesn't care as long as she's getting taken care of.)

- Darling is snarky with a S.

- Darling: "The cheerleader was flirting with you."

Athlete: "I know. :3"

Darling: "Go marry her."

Athlete: "But you're the love of my life. :("

Darling: "Oh, really? I could've sworn it was Cindy instead. Go to her, shoo."

Athlete: "No."

Darling: "Who's bestie are you?"

Athlete: "Yours."

Darling: "Exactly."

- Don't let this fool you, tho. He's def the dominant one in the relationship.

Athlete: "You're my baby :D."

Darling: "Mhmm. Don't say that infront of anyone else."

Athlete: "Why not?"

Darling: "I'll bite your head off, that's why."

(spoiler, he says it in front of everyone and darling does nothing but get shy.)

Darling: "Why would you say that?"

Athlete: "Becuz you're my baby?"

Darling: *cuddles closer to him.* *Whispering* "I'm his baby."

- 💗 anon (if I may) (also, he's my baby now, thank you. I'm keeping him in my head and heart.) (It's so late at night. I just keep thinking about this 😭 and I can't put my thoughts into proper words rn, bear with me on this)

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗔𝘁𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲 𝘅 𝗮𝗳𝗮𝗯!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

Trigger Warnings; yandere behaviors, possessive behavior, talk about trauma bonding (both reader and yandere or mentally ill), yandere masking, bad writing, and me rambling (I'm so sorry 💗Nonny lol) If I missed anything, then please let me know ♡ I offically declare you 💗Nonny!! And I don't mind you coming up with your own interpertations of reader and LoveSick!Athlete! Just share 'em! Also, I may or may not have gone on a tiny, just tiny, tangent, so sorry 💗Nonny... Feel free to submit more asks if 'ya want

LoveSick!Athlete can really mold and mend well with most personalities and darlings, this is due to his manipulative personality. A little off-topic, but he really has a hard time understanding who he is because he's always pretending to be what others deem "acceptable". This causes him to have a multitude of identity crises, but when his darling, you, comes into the picture, it makes it easier for him to find himself. He feels like he's the real him whenever he's with you. You just feel so natural, he feels natural, too. It's just right.

And for that reason, I think LoveSick!Athlete would go really well with a childhood!reader, seeing as she's been with him since they were young. And, I'm not too sure if you've read my Yan!Alphabet for him, but I mention LoveSick!Athlete's childhood; let's just say it wasn't the best situation for a kid.

LoveSick!Athlete would feel a special bond with his darling now, seeing as they've been together threw thick and thin. He's trama bounded to you, and you to him. We'll run off the assumption that reader has also had a bad childhood, whether it be an absent parent, abusive sibling/family member/or parent, whatever it is allows you to feel a connection to LoveSick!Athlete, seeing as you have a mutual situation. You both have something to bond over, something that locks you together.

He has a bad home environment, you have a bad home environment. He doesn't feel at home, so you become his home, and he to you.

And I like to run on the assumption that reader is all talk, no bite. And if you've read any of my writing where the reader talks, you'll see that I prefer to write reader as more "real" (to me anyway) because I'm personally not the hugest fan of the "helpless" reader. I like to write a darling who has a mouth, someone who's bratty (but that's 'cause I'm a brat lol).

Anyway, I'm getting off-topic, back to LoveSick!Athlete.

To your idea about a snarky reader, I totally agree. Honestly, LoveSick!Athlete would eat that shit up, no joke. He would love it, as he enjoys the back-and-forth between you two. He loves to press your buttons, wanting to see what sarcastic reply you have ready for him.

The thing is, he knows your just talking shit, never willing to actually do anything. You just run your mouth, and he lets you, but whenever you step outta line, sometimes, he's gotta put you back. Though, you'll never think of it like that. No, no, he's too sweet for that. He's gotta keep that golden retriever vibe going, y'know?

He just swat you on the ass, telling you that you got such a dirty mouth, mamas? I thought you were my little princess, no? Girls with a face like yours shouldn't be speakin' that like-

He'll just move on, as if he didn't just grope your butt, nope, not at all. And you'll be standing there awestruck, face red, and biting your tongue as you try to not overheat in embarrassment!!

It never ceases to entertain him, watching your face widen with surprise whenever he refers to you as his girl, his cute little girlfriend. The way your face heats up when he wraps his strong arm around your waist, putting his cap on your head (a silent sign of possession over you, trying to get the guy in the back to keep his eyes to himself, but you don't need to know that ;)).

In your little monologue, you go over some cheerleader girl (named Cindy??). Though I would agree that chicks (and some dudes) practically flock around LoveSick!Athlete, I would say that he doesn't even pay them any mind, not even entertaining the thought. Don't get me wrong, he'll talk to them, but make it painstakingly clear that he's only got one girl on his mind, you.

Most of the time, the girl will just find it endearing, slapping his shoulder, and telling him that he'd make a great husband or some shit like that. Of course, the chicks joking, making some nice comments to leave the, now awkward, conversation, but LoveSick!Athlete will take it to heart. Now, he's imagining a pretty ring on your finger, something he paid for, he got you. Because he'd be such a good provider for you, don't you know?

Another thought, 'cause I'm on a role, but I'm not sure if I've directly said this or not, but LoveSick!Athlete is a hockey player. I've tried putting strickly hockey photos on all my posts (you should see my Pinterest feed, it's filled with hot guys lolol).

Hockey is an aggressive sport, I would know. I used to ice skate every day for an hour or two. And, trust me, I got to see a lot of hot guys, though I was always too nervous to say anything, that's beside the point.

I can imagine that reader would be the same, intimidated by these testastrone-filled, young men who just wanna get all sweaty and gross. And I prefer to think that reader also doesn't know how to skate, much to LoveSick!Athlete's enjoyment.

Just to torture you, he'll take you to his ice rink, partly wanting to show you off, and also wanting you to rely on him to move around. He won't even let you hold onto the side, nope, all you got is him, babes.

And anyone who's been to a rink before knows that if you're not on the wall, or smack in the middle of the rink, you're in traffic, especially if it's busy. And this means that you gotta go fast, keeping pace with everyone else. And there's always a handful of assholes (usually hockey players) who will purposefully do a hockey stop, flinging a shit tone of ice at newbies.

I imagine that this shit would happen all the time and LoveSick!Athete is enjoying it sm. He gets a rush every time you flinch, clinging onto him tighter, especially when the really fast skaters zoom by you, scaring the crap outta you.

And he won't let you go at your own pace, forcing you to follow his lead. This means you're going far too fast for comfort, leaning on him for support. You're arms wrapped around his bicep, which isn't recommended btw. Your cheek pressed against his arm, holding on for dear life.

You'll snap at him, telling him to shut up and stop enjoying this, you dork. I'm only clinging to 'cause I gotta!

And he'll just take it, giving you a lopsided smirk.

#𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚 #𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡'𝙨 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 #💗!𝙉𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙮 #lovesick #anon #ask away #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere oc x you #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere imagines #obsessive love #x reader #oc x reader

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lowkeyremi · 3 months

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HI! I just wanna say your fics make me happy and I really enjoy reading them!! But what I’m requesting is a Yuji x reader where a short reader becomes self conscious after finding out he said he likes tall girls, she doesn’t bring it up immediately but he can tell something is wrong. (This is kind of stupid but I thought it was cute lmao) i imagine it would be a kind of angst to comfort type of thing :) I would prefer a female reader but anything is fine! 💗

YOUR TYPE yuji itadori x (short) fem!reader

Remi's note: It's not stupid, hon! I'm 5'3" lololol so I can relate in a way :3 Yuji does not know what he's missing out on !!

content: fluff, reader is a little bit insecure, i kinda followed the timeline but it's no where near canon lol

When you transferred to Jujutsu High a certain pink haired student immediately caught your attention. In fact, you believe that his presence demands everyone's attention because of how much of a sunshine boy he is. He's tall, cute, kind, and a little bit naive.

Essentially he's most of what you look for in a guy but you aren't too sure you're what he looks for in a girl. Not after hearing him discuss his type with Todo. "I like a girl who's tall with a big butt, like Jennifer Lawrence!" And while you had the whole big butt thing down (sorry if you don't i'm self indulging here sigh), you don't have the height he mentions.

At first you were okay that.. you can still be his type right? You don't have to be tall. You brought the subject up with Megumi and Nobara one day while the three of you were eating lunch, Yuji was away on a mission. "Do you guys think I might still have a chance with Yuji? I know I'm not tall but..." you trail on trying to think of something to say.

Megumi wants no part in this conversation but gives you his honest answer anyway, "Eh, probably not. You two never really talk to each other. He's honestly kinda awkward around you." A frown breaches your beautiful face and you begin to pick at your food. Nobara thinks differently of the situation.

"Ah, don't listen to dumb old Fushiguro. He doesn't have a girlfriend so he can't give anyone advice. I think you two would look super cute together! If you just talk to him I'm sure you could figure out what's on his mind." Nobara's advice sounds more charming but you also take Megumi's into consideration. Truth be told, you and Yuji don't talk much and he's always nervously laughing around you.

Yuji eventually returns from his mission exhausted. He still comes by to greet everyone though which makes you smile. "Um.. Itadori?" He pauses in his steps to turn around and give you his attention with a weary smile. "Mhm?"

"Do you think I could uh- talk to you sometime tomorrow? Just the two of us?" You gaze at anything in the common room besides him. A sudden wave of nervousness rolls through your gut.

"Um. Yeah, of course! I'm going to head to bed now, goodnight everyone!!" Yuji scurries out of the common room. Was that good? Was it bad? You couldn't get a clear read on him and now you're panicking.

You're able to remain calm though because Panda and Inumaki give you a thumbs up. Nobara smiles at you and whispers, "you got this girl!"

As you were preparing for bed, you had a sudden hope that a black hole would just come and swallow you up before dawn peaks. Worry clouded your ability to rest properly so the night consisted of a lot of tossing and turning. When the sun had barely even peaked through the window you decided to start your day.

Your phone reads 6:53 am. Usually you'd begin your day at around 7:30 but sleep was not an option. Usually rejection didn't phase you much, but you were no longer in a huge school where you could likely avoid a guy who rejected you. Jujutsu High has a total of ten students including you. It would be hard to hide yourself from Yuji after facing rejection.

Once you were properly dressed and had clean teeth you left your dorm room to sit outside and admire the sunrise. You weren't sure how long you had been sitting out there but quiet footsteps gather your attention. The one boy who you were not ready to face yet was standing right behind you, his signature smile gracing his face.

"Mind if I join you for whatever you wanna talk to me about?" You want to tell him no or that you aren't ready yet but you inhale slowly and exhale deeply to rid those negative thoughts from your brain.

You pat the ground next to you motioning for him to join you, "Yeah, be my guest."

He sits down next to you and you sit there trying to think of what you'll say. The silence is awkward and the tension is definitely high. "So I hear you like tall girls." Terrible start. If he rejects you, you won't be surprised.

"Heh, yeah.." You meet those chocolate eyes of his. They hold confusion and the urge to know what you are trying to say.

"Do you.." Pause. How should you go about this? "Do you think that even though I'm not tall I'd still have a chance?" Silence follows your question as Yuji soaks in what you've just said.

You. Like. Him? He's surprised to say the least. Yuji had thought it was the other way around, he didn't believe he had a chance with someone like you. Sure you aren't his usual type but he's fallen for your beauty and your personality all the same.

The silence creates a tight feeling in your chest. He must be trying to find a way to let you down gently right?

"I mean it's totally okay if you don't! I just.. never mind. I think I'll go now." He grabs your wrist before you can try to leave and you look into his eyes wondering what he's thinking.

"You do! Sure you're not that tall but you're cute and funny. I thought I didn't have a chance with you. Oh my gosh a girl just asked me out!!" Relief pours over you almost instantly. So you've been overthinking things.

"You've liked me? For how long?!" He shrugs trying to remember.

"Oh yeah! When Sensei sent you, me, and Fushiguro on a mission together. You were so badass when you exorcised that curse. I was thinking 'damn she's hot as hell'!!!"

A giggle escapes your throat at Yuji's dramatics. He's so sweet and confident and knows what he wants. The fact that he wants you makes your heart swell.

#yuji itadori #yuji x reader #yuji itadori x reader #yuji itadori fluff #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff

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zmediaoutlet · 7 months

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Survey results time.

At time of downloading the data we got just over 300 responses, which is not bad for a survey that was long and complicated to take! I'm sure my shamelessness helped. Being a survey for a specific crowd, we also didn't get anyone (as far as I could tell) taking the survey in bad faith, which is a legit surprise. Special shout-out to the several people who, when asked to write literally anything to say they understood what was going on, wrote "literally anything"; additional shout-out to the person who wrote "penus and hole" (sic). You get it, anonymous person.

I'm going to share the top results for the questions here, but I'll also include the raw data as a sheet at the end in case anyone wants to actually go through it with a fine-tooth comb. This is not a survey where cute pie charts or graphs would be useful or readable, so get ready for some sweet-ass numbers:

Story Genre

Unsurprisingly, our leaderboard for most favorite story genre in the 'Anytime!' category is as follows:

Hurt/comfort (153 votes)

Angst (142 votes)

PWP (139 votes)

We just like the guys to get the shit beaten out of them, angstily, and then they can feel better by jerking off about it. The ideal evening.

The big loser in genre, with 34 buds flat out saying "not for me", was Dark!fic. That said, Dark!fic also got 112 votes (third highest) for "has to be JUST right," so we can probably take from there that while as a group we don't hate dark content, we have pretty strict definitions for a) what counts as dark, and b) what kind of dark we're willing to take.

Gencest/gen was arguably the most 'eh, idk?' of the genres, with respectable showings in every category from Anytime to No; most people don't hate it, but people aren't really seeking it out either. It's definitely There.

Story Setting

The winner of most 'Anytime!' votes for story setting is close to my heart; the podium is:

Bunker era (142 votes)

Canon-close, codas, etc (129 votes)

Pre-series/weechesters (126 votes)

It feels good to know that canon is on our side. This may help explain why various alternate universe settings didn't do so hot with the respondents -- the least fave according to this survey is an age!swap AU, followed by a raised apart!AU. Writers who are making Sam the big brother who lives in Cleveland while baby Dean lives in Seattle, you keep living your truth, but readers are rearing back.

That being said, while Canon Divergence isn't an overall winner, it has a full 149 votes in the 'Dig it' category; so, while we may generally prefer canon, we're willing to be led on a garden path away from it. We just want canon to be within shouting distance, at least.

Canonical Character Variants

Here's where the survey gets more complex. I've always been interested in how and why people are fandoming about things, and simple 'yes/no' surveys rarely dig into that meat. The point of the superego/ego/id separation is to really interrogate -- hey, do you like to read about (for example) soulless!Sam because you find it interesting on a high-minded level, or because your heart-strings are getting tugged even if you think it's kinda dumb, or just because it makes you so hornt-up you can't think straight? All are valid, and all are possible simultaneously, but it's interesting to prod at to see how the interest is working. You might also just be like, eh, it's fine, or GOD, STOP, and that's fine too. So, with all that said:

Superego winners:

demon powers!Sam (202 votes)

soulless!Sam (177 votes)

blood addict!Sam (160 votes)

Y'all like to really brain about how Sam is fucked up. I get it.

Ego winners:

Trials of Hell!Sam (186 votes)

blood addict!Sam (180 votes)

demon powers!Sam (161 votes)

Still all Sam, and no surprise that his saintly pale sleeplessness is winning the heartstrings battle.

Id winners:

demon!Dean (205 votes)

demon powers!Sam (175 votes)

blood addict!Sam (165 votes)

Again, no surprise: fandom girlies (gn) love their bad boys, lol. Soulless snuck in at #4 here with 163, presumably because working out still wearing a belt was juuuust dorky enough to kick him off the podium; #5 was Smith & Wesson at 162, probably because if they'd been left in that AU for ten more minutes they would have been fucking over the top of Dean Smith's desk. Glad we're all on the same page, there.

The nopes here were an interesting mix. In the full-on No Thank You category we had Michael!Dean and Gadreel!Sam (with 52 and 53 votes respectively) -- it would be interesting to know if that was due to dread of the storyline specifically, or just how No Bad Wrong it felt to have it happening. These two also led the 'meh' category, although they were joined on the podium of bad by Endverse!Dean (128 Meh votes), which frankly shocked me. Y'all aren't into his thigh holster? C'mon now. Sure, he murders his friends without compunction, but -- thigh holster!

Story Tropes

These ones were fascinatingly all over the place, which is exactly why I wanted to do this. Going to just run down the S/E/I podiums real quick, then 'Hard sell', then No --

Superego winners:

Outsider!POV (211)

Someone Finds Out (191)

Mental health issues (190)

Ego winners:

Mutual pining (252)

First time (242) AND Sick/injured (242)

First time in a long time (235)

Id winners:

Jealousy/possessiveness (224)

First time (218)

First time in a long time (180)

Now, part of what's interesting about these is how they fall off in other categories. Outsider POV wins handily at Superego with 211, but then drops all the way down to 92 votes at Id -- which isn't nothing, but clearly it's preferred to have a heckin' think about how other people view the incest relationship, rather than thinking it's just So Hot that people might. Similarly, while people do think it's so so hot for one brother or the other (or both!) to be possessive at 224 votes, when it comes to the superego that drops right down to 134 votes, presumably as the brain wakes up and goes RED FLAG!

Entering the land of no thank you, we shall have two anti-podiums:

Real hard sell:

Infidelity (127)

magic/powers!Dean (125)

Unrequited/no relationship upgrade (110) AND "Carver Edlund" fandom

This is a much more mixed bag. Infidelity and Unrequited are no surprise here, because it Feels Bad, Man; magic!Dean also not really a surprise, given that most of our respondents prefer being closer to canon, and Dean is very much our mundane buddy in the show as presented. (A delightful buddy, but a distinctly nonmagical one.) Carver Edlund fandom makes me laugh mostly because it's such a bananas thing to exist in the show. Sam and Dean reading big bang fics about each other? Collectively we just... don't know what to do with that. Weird.

Squick/No/Maybe one exception:

Permanent character death (140)

Infidelity (108)

Eating disorders (102)

Again, no surprise in the anti-winners of 1 or 2 here, but number 3 surprised me, personally. ED fic used to be a pretty big wedge of common tropes that people would seek out. Perhaps it's gotten less popular over the years? Or perhaps just that the people who like it REALLY like it and so chat about it out loud, while those who don't quietly bury it in sand, lo as a cat does with their leavings.

Most extreme delta in 'general interest' (whether that be S,E, or I) to 'ehh' (whether that be Hard Sell or Squick) is first time. Y'all loooove your first time.

Sexy Tropes, Vol. 1

This is where I really wanted to know if people could pull apart their interests between brain and heart and guts. Hopefully people were honest, as requested. Some of them we know are slight liar answers, because the hits on AO3 tell a story that can't be refuted -- nevertheless, here's what people were willing to admit to.

Bulletproof kink/will read any version:

Bedsharing (158)

Incest kink (139)

Size kink (133)

your friendly neighborhood survey creator is jumping up and down going 'wooo' that size kink made the podium. also I hope everyone understood that incest kink meant, like, indulging in the incest of it all via 'oh you're so totes my brother and i want to suck your dingle for that reason specifically', but I realize that could've been clearer.

Easy sell/you don't have to work hard for me to enjoy:

shameless bottom!Dean stuff (151)

switching (147)

voyeurism (138)

the first one here genuinely surprises me considering what I see getting written most often; is this a case of just not being in the right venn diagrams, or the 'easy sell' just not matching up with what people are being sold? Curiouser and curiouser.

Medium sell/not my fave, but I can see how it appeals:

bad/awkward sex (120)

phone sex (114)

in [drug/alcohol] veritas (110)

edging into awkward town in a few ways here: we don't love these, but we can see how it'd be fun. or not fun, in the case of bad sex.

Hard sell/this is unbelievable or uninteresting so you have to work hard to get me to enjoy it:

always-another-gender!AU (84)

multiple Sams or Deans (73)

genderswap (magic) (72)

so, in general, we prefer to keep the penises around and intact, but just one Sam penis and one Dean penis, please. Here, I'm interested that the volume is much lower than in the top category: maxing out at 84 hard sells compared to 158 bulletproof options means that we're willing to give more of these tropes a chance, even if they're not our faves. How accepting we are!

Squick/no/maybe one exception:

always-another-gender!AU (83)

A/B/O elements (65)

multiple Sams or Deans (51)

strong overlap with the hard sell; and, keeping in mind that people were able to choose multiple options, it's possible that some of those were identical votes. Again, please keep the penises straightforward and only two at a time. A/B/O is interesting here, especially given what we know of how well it does on AO3; while it's a big squick for a lot of people, it also has decently high votes in bulletproof/easy, averaging 82 votes. Mixed bag!

Sexy Tropes Vol. 2, Electric Boogaloo

Bulletproof kink/will read any version:

Possessive/claiming sex (129)

Marking (hickeys/bruising) (116)

Hair pulling (103)

Let's glance back up at the Id winners in the story tropes above, hmm quietly to ourselves, and move on.

Easy sell/you don't have to work hard for me to enjoy:

Marking (hickeys/bruising) (135)

Hair pulling (130)

Possessive/claiming sex (121)

Well, that's boring. So let's expand so as not to be repetitive:

4. Dub-con (116) 5. Dom/sub (113) AND Underage (113) 6. Knifeplay (107)

There we go. Pretty easy to put all of those into one fic, too.

Medium sell/not my fave, but I can see how it appeals:

Blindfolds (128)

Painplay (116)

Shibari/rope play (112)

We're starting to lose interest as accessories come into play. Interesting to compare D/s and its relative success against painplay -- so, tell him what to do, but don't hit him while you're doing it. Fair enough.

Hard sell/this is unbelievable or uninteresting so you have to work hard to get me to enjoy it:

Fucking machines (94)

Vore (80)

Mommy!kink (77)

Entertaining mix here, haha. General feasibility may be rearing its head here. (Also, for my own entertainment: daddy!kink got 67 Hard Sell votes. People generally prefer to keep it as horizontal incest, not vertical incest.)

Squick/no/maybe one exception:

Feederism (164)

Vore (161)

Extreme underage (157)

No surprises here, although some fans of the nibbly variety of wincest may be disappointed by vore's poor placement. Note also that 'extreme' is in the eye of the beholder; we'll leave aside value judgments, as we have for the whole survey, and note that people are not indulging in a version of underage they find to be personally past the line, or at least are not admitting to that.

At a glance, the closest matchup between bulletproof for some and a squick to others is bloodplay, with just 1 vote separating the two categories: 44 bulletproof, 43 squick. Next time someone tries to tell you that 'everyone' likes or doesn't like something, please take it with an entire shaker full of salt.

Dynamic & Position Preferences

I tried to encourage people not to think too hard about this one and just answer on instinct. Who knows if that worked. But here are some overview takes:

Toppy/dominant: Sam takes the lead here, with 69% of respondents being in the 'Love it!' category. Nice. (217 votes)

Dom Dean earned a respectable 52% of 'Love it!' votes (163).

However, I was also interested to check out the inverse --

subby!Sam: 44 'Very no thank' votes (13%) subby!Dean: 27 'Very no thank' votes (8%)

It's interesting to leap way back up and compare that against 'shameless bottom!Dean stuff' doing so well in the rated E categories. Makes you ponder.

Actual sex position: Frequently switching takes the win here, with 61% of the vote (194 votes). Sam always topping edges out if people must choose, with 144 votes; Dean always topping is our lowest choice, with 112.

Service!topping: this is a fairly niche fic type, but it does still exist -- I guess in a world of bottoms someone's got to actually get up and do something, and it is hilariously an almost perfectly even split:

service!top Sam: 50.17% (151 votes) service!top Dean: 51.50% (155 votes)

A healthy percentage of people said they didn't care about these questions either way, and more power to them. However, they were wildly outvoted by those who did.

Multishipping Time

Our final categories are when other people get their grubby hands on Sam or Dean, either canonically(ish) or in our fandom activities.

Canonical relationships for Sam

Jess wins, quelle surprise. :) 161 people Dug It and who can blame them.

Amelia LOSES, shocking no one: 112 people said Fuck That.

Eileen was definitely a mixed bag; her results, in order, were: Meh: 92; Fuck that: 76; Worse than meh: 66; Dug it: 44.

Canonical(ish) relationships for Dean

Note here: it was too unbalanced if we only went with people Dean officially dated. However, the show leaned hard into a few unrequited male relationships for him, which we included here, and no one sent me hate about it so I guess that was fine.

Benny wins the Love It! category with 129 votes, barely edging out Cassie at 122. Benny is best boy, so that fits.

Cas loses with a full 99 Fuck That votes, which is probably what we'd expect from a wincest survey. That said, he also got 93 Dug It votes, so it's a pretty balanced showing.

Poor Lisa sits firmly at Meh with 148 votes. It's not that we hate you, Lisa; we just don't really know what to do with you. Which is pretty much how the relationship went in the show.

Shipping Sam like FedEx

We returned to the S/E/I model for shipping as we did for tropes, because it means something very different to go 'oh sure, I can see how that would be interesting' vs saying 'I want them to fuck rawnasty and I don't care why they're doing it.' Apologies if I left out your favorite side-ship but, shit, there's only so much time in the day.

So, we return to the podiums:

Superego:

Ruby (132)

Rowena (121)

Cas (102)

Ego:

Rowena (121)

Cas (106)

Ruby (90)

Id:

Ruby (125)

John (121)

Rowena (118)

So that was going on sedately until Dad came in like a hammer. Fascinating. On the other hand:

No:

Lisa (234)

Donna (222)

Claire (219)

Interesting to me that these three are ladies that Sam theoretically could have got up in but people are not into it, regardless. This is slightly different to Dean's 'no' category -- spoilers for three inches of screen space!

Dean, Shipped by UPS

Superego:

John (129)

Benny (115)

Lisa (99)

Ego:

Benny (134)

John (116)

Lisa (102)

Id:

John (147)

Benny (128)

Crowley (114)

Well. That tells a slightly different story, ahem. Enjoy the various tropes that will be applied, Dean! And then we get:

No:

Amelia (245)

Kevin (223)

Gabriel (217)

Comparing to the Sam 'no' above -- these three are slightly more 'traditional' Sam ships, though the wincest shippers are nevertheless not into them for Sam, either. Dean literally never spoke to or saw Amelia on screen, so it'd be a determined shipper who'd make that happen. Not undoable, though!

Conclusion

Syke: there isn't one to be made. This really shows how diverse the taste is in the wincest community, or at least in the wincest community that a) happened to see this survey over the last five days and b) bothered to take it. This particular group leans slightly toward e.g. toppy Sam, or slightly toward switching, but when you look at raw numbers what you see is that at least one person LOVES every single one of these things, and at least one person fucking HATES every single one of these things, and so -- so what? Write what you want. If you see a niche of something that you love where you feel like not enough people are writing or reading, try to fill it. If you're worried "no one" will like it, well -- you're wrong. Someone will. It just needs to get seen by the right people.

That's where fandom comes in, to spread the love even if something isn't bulletproof for us -- reblogging a post to say, 'hey, my mutual made this thing, look at it!' What a joy it'd be if someone saw it and loved it to absolute shattering bits, and then found their little bulletproof community, and happiness was made. What's the point, if we're not making each other happy.

Thanks for participating if you did, and reading all this if you did. Here's a link to a google sheet (read only) with all the tables of raw data if you're interested. I'll post some of the more entertaining fill-in answers later.

s&d shipping survey results: November 1, 2023 - Google Sheets

#happy wincest wednesday #wincest #survey results #warning this is really long lol #but thanks for doing the thing <3

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tikvin · 1 month

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Durge girlies infodump ✨

Eshra

Bard+vengeance paladin (I call it "got her powers out of sheer hate". Also dialogs of those classes are most fitting for her. She's also not classic Bard tho, doesn't have instrument either)

Is one of the most uncanny looking durges, but you only notice if you look at her for more than a moment and think about it more than a minute. The more you look at her the more strange things you start to notice. The streaks on corners of her mouth with time will reveal to be a wide mouth, unhinging jaw. Hair color and eyes that are not natural for drow. Slightly longer limbs, all that.

However she's a very charismatic person and averts the attention from the details easily enough. She's cunning, knows when to observe silently and when to speak. She's not a prying type, but very perceptive of emotions of others.

Eshra is in romance w/ Astarion, and Eshra detected his lies very soon, but kept quiet about it, playing along and waiting to see where it goes.

Eshra doesn't have anything against killing, however the real joy she gets is from killing those who think they are the shit. Bringing down prideful and strong chars to pathetic death (favourably in most dishonouroful way) is quite the delight of her life. She tries to avert her urges from the unreasonable (to anyone sane) targets to someone strong. She's also smart enough to dig for reasons to kill, Kahga being the best example. Eshra had an urge to just watch the little girl die.Fotr the fist time such urge concerned her, the itch of the urge would not stop if she just ignores it, so she redirects it to someone "bad" in the room, that being Kahga. She digs for reasons to kill and does so, without even trying to make Kahga change her mind.

Eshra also at first "saved" Lae'zel only to wait and dig for a reason to kill her. Eshra attacks Minthara almost instantly, because Minthara is smart and quickly notices something isn't right with her, and Eshra feels thretened by Minthara's prying. She would prefer her to stay silent, silent for eternity.

Jericho

Wild magic sorcerer

I headcanon her to be a very masterful before the amnesia and losing the control after, requiring help of Gale to try and control it (and that's how they get married lmao). She actually might have turned a bit dumber after amnesia.

Jericho is the most determined to stop the urges and most disgusted by her deeds among my durges. She's also a bit cowardly when it comes to her past, so she doesn't pry too much into it, afraid of what she might find. She also the one to believe Emperor. She's a bit wary, but doesn't see Orpheus helping them (the mountain pass was skipped on account of lore reasons, absence of Lae'zel, cuz after reading the discs of Orpheus there's just no reason keep Emperor alive. I will be playing again with Lae'Zel present, so Jericho would free Orpheus, cuz she'd trust Lae'Zel. Which one is canon I will decide after)

After the game events she recognizes her cowardice, and now feeling much more secure in loving and peaceful environment, she does her best to research bhaalspawn and everything about it to help prevent tragedies. Also the only girlie who is a bit bummed that she must avoid having biological children, but she's dutiful enough to recognize that responsibility.

Also the softest among durges, maybe because she got hit in the head the hardest lol, the one who truly starts a completely new and different life after the incident.

Oh, and she's 100% sure Tara doesn't like her, if not hate her

Thalissa

Assasin rogue+fighter.

Very much not a real githyanki and avoids actual githyanki, while simultaneously pretending to be one when it's convenient. With her I'm planning multiple play throughs btw, current one is without Lae'Zel, other will be with her and another with her being Tav.

She's also not concerned much with her urges, or her memories ("eh, I'm a rogue, I doubt I had much to care about anyway"). Obnoxiously smart mouthed, nonchalant, sometimes unintentionally rude. "Heh, yea, I'm a swamp elf". She hides her face usually, pretending to be whatever other race people might mistake her for.

Much like Eshra, Thalissa enjoys killing those who are oh so full of themselves

But she also actually enjoys being around "goodie two shoes" characters, because she likes to poke fun and make them just a bit annoyed, also secretly hoping their "goodiness" will rub off on her a bit, to quiet down the bloodlust.

Thalissa as a Tav is still the "chill and easy going gith". A githyanki who escaped strict military life and lives in material plane, because she enjoys it way more, even if often faced with prejudice.

Thana

Monk

Very temperamental, openly rude, but not in an elegant way like drows are usually, more barbarian like actually. She might have a bit of a anger issues and it's relatively easy to set her off.

Not the smartest one, not book wise at least.

Not very concerned for cultural things either. "Blah blah blah, balance, rules, boooring, are we fighting or what?"

She is also the one who gets concerned only when her urges start targeting children, but brush them off to kid being annoying and the urge being an intrusive thought. She genuinely tries to be "the friendly drow", but the moment she hears something rude with "you're a drow" reasoning she just can't keep her tongue back, which then doesn't help her making her case lol. You get approximately 3 sentences to make her like you, cus that how long it takes for her to decide (however, in certain cases she might get mad that you don't like her and make it her mission to make you her friend)

She's also not too concerned about memory loss, she undermines her "condition" until it takes grave turn, then she's scared, but too prideful to admit it, until, yet again, it gets in dangerous area (act 2)

That would be it for now, just a bit of general info about the girlies. If you have your favorite, feel free to ask about them, I'd love to answer, I've been keeping the lore for a long time

#oc #bg3 dark urge #bg3 durge #bg3 tav #bg3 #durge oc #durge #dark urge #drow #tiefling #gith #githyanki

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starzioo · 2 months

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𝐁.𝐙 ❦ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍.

This is a Blaise Zabini x Y/n one-shot. No warning just fluff. ^.^ This is one of the first one-shots I ever actually wrote and tbh I still rlly like it. pls don’t judge all the typos if there is any lol. I converted all the galleons to USD because it was confusing for me lol. T.T

Word count: 2622

You're a Pure Blood, Slytherin in your 5th year at Hogwarts. Growing up you always had a fancy for card games. You were a natural at card games, you were always able to tell if someone was bluffing. At first, you started gambling with food. Then that led to you gambling on bigger things. Money, Homework, but the thing you never gambled was yourself. You didn't want your fate being held in a card game. The odds were just too risky. During your 4th year at Hogwarts Draco had come to you with a proposal.

~FLASHBACK TO YOUR 4TH YEAR~

You had just finished your notes for Snape during potions. You had felt a paper ball hit the back of your head. You turn around seeing Draco gesturing for you to look at the paper ball on the ground. Looking around making sure Snape wasn't looking you carefully reached for the paper.

𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐲 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝟏𝟏:𝟎𝟎 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭...

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨.

You turn back around to see him looking at you straight in the eyes, he nodded then went back to his notes. You brushed it off, seeing potions was your last class of the day when you got back to your dorm you took a nap.

~TIME SKIP~

When you woke up you hadn't realized how long you were sleeping. Looking at your watch it was already 10p.m you hurried and put on some sweatpants and a Slytherin sweater. You put your wand in your pocket incase Malfoy tried anything. You and the other Slytherins weren't close but everyone knows you well enough. Heading up to the tower you realized you were 20 minutes early. You sat there for awhile until you heard footsteps coming up the tower.

"Hey, so I have a proposal for you."

"Hm?"

"You know how you like cards?"

"Yeah..."

"What if we started a club..."

"What kinda club"

"One where we play cards of course." Draco says with a smirk.

"Hm...sure I'm down. Wait isn't gambling against the rules?"

"Well no shit. That's exactly why the club is secret. Only Slytherins will be allowed in. Me and you will be the owners of the club. 25% of all the money bet on the games will be profit for us. I just need a couple hundred from you to get the stuff we need."

"A couple hundred? I have some cash stashed in my dorm let's go."

*Back at your dorm you gave him the money*

"Ight this better be good Malfoy, if you don't make this cash back ima be pissed."

"Damn don't worry bout' it I got you."

"Get outa here before someone sees you."

~BACK TO PRESENT TIME~

"How are you so good at this Y/n!" Flint said getting mad you won the previous 4 games. "I'm just a natural" you said shrugging. Winning games against people like him were easy. They don't know how to keep a poker face. Even when they try they are easy to read. The only person in the club who was even close to being as good as you was Blaise. You've never played against him, but from hearing around the club you knew he had a fair chance of winning against you. You weren't about to let him win either breaking your perfect streak of 456-0 you've won every game you ever played in the club. "Well anyone else wanna play?" You said smirking shuffling a deck.

After playing a few games of Poker and Speed with Crabbe, Goyle, and Adrian. You started to feel bored. These games were too easy to win. You wanted to play a game that would make you actually work for a win. 'Eh I can work on that later' you thought. You decide to go look around the common room and see how the other games we going. Most people who even were in the club came from wealthy families making you and Draco's earnings very profitable, so it was only courtesy you saw how much everyone was betting. You happened to stumble upon a game of Poker between Draco and Blaise over by the fireplace. You had a view of Blaise's cards. He had a Royale flush, your eyes widened a little you noticed Draco was looking at you; so you decided to help Blaise out a bit and you made an iffy face. Draco saw and smirked, shuffling and placing his cards in different places. Other spectators from around the game can bet on who's going to win too, you decided to throw in 90 on Blaise's account just to make things a little interesting. Pansy who was the dealer told them to show their hands. Blaise won of course considering he had the best possible hand. He took his cash and gave a light smile to you. In return, you winked back. "Well shit. That makes his score 456-21 now." Draco said defeated "I can't wait for you and Blaise to finally play each other Pansy said. "Well what'ya know I'm in a good mood tonight why not." You said with confidence. As you approached Blaise you saw people staring Blaise was the only person you have never played a game against. "Hey, Blaise?" You said looking slightly up, he was taller than you by a few inches which did make you intimidated at first. "Hm?" He said eyeing you up and down slightly. "Would you care for a game?" His eyes lighted up a bit, "Sure..." he smirked.

Now sitting at the round table surrounded by people, Pansy was shuffling a deck. "Tonight we will be playing 5 card poker, aces wild, five rounds. Sound good?" You said lightly to Blaise as you played with a betting chip. "What are we betting?" He asked, his voice was deep, cold, it could make you melt. "Hm...I'm feeling bold tonight how about 200 a chip? Sound good?" You said with a smile. Blaise's eyebrows furrowed a bit. "Yes...but just what are you playing at Y/n?" He said. "Just feeling good tonight, nothing more." You said with you head resting on your hand. "How many chips would you like to start out with?" Pansy asked. "I'll take 50 please" you said. "And 40 for me." Blaise said sternly. Pansy then started dealing out ten cards, five for each of us. You look up at Blaise to see him already studying your face. You pick up your cards and study them for awhile. "Everyone please place your bets on the game, Draco will be coming around with a bag please put the money in there. Blaise, Y/n, you can either fold or place your bets. Starting with Y/n." Pansy said. You took a moment to think 'I have a pig. None of my cards line up maybe I should take the high road, make him fold.' You take all 50 of your chips and put them in the middle of the table. "All in." You say staring directly into Blaise's eyes. Pansy pauses for a second, you hear whispers around you. Talking about 'who just has that much money to throw around?' You couldn't care less about the amount of money you have. Most of it was earned from the club. Pansy clears her throat, "Blaise, Y/n currently has $10,000 in the pot. You can either bet or fold." Pansy says lightly. "I'll fold." He says, throwing his cards down. "I had a pig anyways." You say smirking, taking all your chips back.

The next three rounds were tedious. Blaise had won 2 and you had won 2. "We are now heading into the final round that will determine who will win the game overall. Everyone please-" "Pansy? I have a rather special request..." Blaise says looking at you in the eye. "If I win I get to have a date with Y/n."

Your eyes widened at the suggestion. "That will only be in place if the other player accepts. Y/n do you accept this offer?" Pansy says with a questioning face. "Hm...I will only accept on the terms if I win; he has to pay me double what's been betted during the game." You say trying to figure out what he was thinking. "Blaise, do you accept these terms?" "I do." You hear people whispering and gossiping about the new conditions of the game. After Pansy dealer our cards she said "Everyone can now place their bets on who will win this game..." You see there are more people around you than when you first started the game. More and more people started betting. Knowing no matter what you would get your money back you felt good. You didn't care about the money though. You cared that Blaise wanted a date with you and not money? It confused you, but you were intrigued. Intrigued to know the reasoning behind why he was wanting a date with you. "It is now time for the showdown. Y/n how much would you like to start off the betting with?" Pansy asked. You looked at your cards again you knew no matter what you were going to win but you didn't show it. You placed 20 of your chips in the middle of the table. "Y/n has put $4,000 in the pot. What do you wish to bet Blaise?" Everyone was watching intensely. "Call." Blaise then puts up 20 of his chips too. "Y/n you can raise or fold. The pot is now $8,000" "Raise." You put up your last 30 chips. "Blaise, the pot is now $14,000. What do you wish to do" "Call." He says putting up 30 chips, smirking seeing you have no more chips left. "Y/n the pot is at $20,000. You have no more chips left, you can buy more or stop the betting, and go on with the game." "Pansy if it wasn't too much trouble could you get me 100 chips please?" You said nonchalantly. Everyone went silent. "O-Ofcourse" she said giving you 10 stacks of chips. "So where we're we at?" You said. "Continue betting or fold." "Raise, all in." You said pushing every last chip infront of you. Looking straight at Blaise from around all the chips. "Blaise the pot is now at $40,000 what do you wish to do?" "Fold." He said looking at you with a poker face. When you both dropped your cards everyone was shocked to see your royale flush, while as Blaise had a straight flush. "Y/n is the victor of this game; please go to Draco for the money." Said Pansy. Both you and Blaise stood from your chairs and shook hands. Before he could pull away from the handshake, you put your other hand on top of the handshake and said "Thank you for that game...it's been a while since I had a truly fun time playing cards." You said with a smile. He stays silent but instead of walking away he takes your hand a lightly kisses it. "It was my pleasure." He says looking at you.

Walking over to Draco for the money he looks at you like you're crazy. "Y/n do you know how much money you just got us?!" "Yeah" you said innocently "now if you don't mind I would like my cut wired to my account"

"I mean okay then." He says taking out a check book. You tried looking around for Blaise you wanted to ask him why he wanted a date with you. After minutes of walking around the common room looking for him, you went to Pansy. "Pansy have you seen Blaise?" "Oh yeah. He said he was tired and needed some sleep. He should be up in his dorm." "Thank you" you said with a smile. Heading up to the boys dorms and look for Blaise you never knew exactly what dorm he stayed in but you knew he shared with Draco. You keep walking till you see a dorm with its door slightly open. You enter to see Blaise unbuttoning his white under shirt. "Oh, I'm sorry.." you said immediately exiting the room. "No, it's okay come in..." You slowly entered the room again. This time he was sitting on a chair infront of the fire place. (This time with a shirt on ;)) "So..why are you here?" He asked lightly. "Uhh I guess I just wanted to talk to you about tonight." "What do you mean?" "You know why did you wanna go on a date with me instead of getting the money I bet. You could've won if you wanted to, I hope you know that." "Well Y/n I don't know if you know this but usually when someone wants a date with you, they usually like you more than a friend." He said fixing the cuffs of his shirt. "I-I mean I know that but-" "But I like you more than a friend and I just never knew how to tell you, so I thought instead of asking I could win a date with you. Also no I couldn't have won I had the worst hands and I could never beat you at a card game." He laughs a little. "Well I just wanted to let you know you don't have to pay me that money from the game...although I would still like that date." "Really?" He asks. "Yeah..." you said looking into his eyes.

After awhile of talking about where and when. About just random stuff you realized how much you actually had in common with Blaise. "I never knew that you and me took the same classes in first year." You said smiling. "Yeah I guess that's when I first started to want to know you..." Blaise said slightly embarrassed. You hear the door to the dorm open. "Woah hope I didn't intrude on anything. I can uh leave if you want me to." Draco said with his hands in the air like he was surrendering. "Uh no it's okay I'm getting tired anyways, and I'm guessing Pansy is wondering where I am." You look back to Blaise to see him glaring daggers at Draco then looking back to you with a softened expression. "Lemme walk you back to your dorms at least." Blaise said as you were walking towards the door. "Yeah that would be great" you said with a smile. As you two are walking in a comfortable silence Blaise says "I'll somehow get the money to you soon. I don't know how-" "it's okay..Really I don't need it I was really just trying to get you to fold." "You're Crazy" you slightly hit Blaise in the arm, then you realize you are now at the door to your dorm. "Well I guess I should go to sleep now" you said to Blaise "Do you have to?" "Duh I'm tired" you say slightly laughing. "Okay, goodnight...make sure you're ready by 1 to go to hogsmeade." Blaise said waving his finger at you. He turns around to walk back to the boys dorm, you grab his hand and pull him into a hug. Your arms wrapped around his neck slightly pulling him down. "Thank for everything tonight.." you whisper to him. You kiss his cheek and walk into your dorm.

'Did Y/n just kiss me?' Blaise thought as he stood there holding his cheek.

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Pls lmk if you liked this chapter! Idkkk it’s kinda cornballish if u ask me but regardless I still like it. Sorry for any mistakes in the one-shot. Also lmk if you want more Blaise content because I have way more stories I’ve wrote. ^.^

#blaise zabini #blaise zabini x reader #fandom #harry potter #hogwarts #slytherin #slytherin boys #x reader #y/n #fanfic #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry

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xxsabitoxx · 2 years

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You Wish

Gojo x ex-student reader

Warnings: nude photo taking, sexting, phone sex, FaceTime sex, pet names, age gap but reader is still of age!!!!

A/N: I say I’m not a Gojo simp, yet out of the JJK characters he’s the one I’ve written the most for LMAOO. This was supposed to be a mini smut but it turned into an average length fic lol

Word count: 3.5k

You were kneeling on a plush rug, led lights lit up your room and covered it in purple. A floor to ceiling mirror towered in front of you as you got yourself into position. What were you doing exactly? You were taking pictures to send to your former teacher. It wasn’t exactly the proudest moment of your life.

“I’m sure he gets hundreds of photos sent to him a day.” You scoffed as you snapped a few pics to test the waters. Nothing but a matching set of lacy blue lingerie covered your body. There was barely anything left to the imagination. It wasn’t a secret that Gojo Satoru was…well… a bit of a whore.

Women and men flocked to him, absolutely taken by his beauty, and he was never one to turn anyone away. He never had a seriously relationship either, just hook ups and fuck buddies. Though he had the rare occurrences of a “girlfriend” that he cheated on regardless. None of them ever mattered to him.

Though, as stupid as it was, you were hoping to be one of those rare occurrences. Of course you knew better than to go after the man when he was your teacher. Now though, you were two years out of Jujutsu tech. You just hoped he would see you ask an adult, maybe even toy with the idea of fucking you.

You spread your legs a little more, knees digging firmly into the floor. You pushed forward, making your chest the main object in the photo. Only wandering eyes would notice you nearly exposing yourself below the waist. You prayed Gojo would be smart enough to look a little further.

Your plan was simple, take some sexy photos and maybe even a nude or two. Pretend to text them to a fake boyfriend and accidentally send them to Gojo instead. Then you’d cross your fingers and hope he responds after you send a “panicked” apology text. It would be the perfect way to show him.

You shifted onto your ass, bending both knees and spreading your legs. You leaned back, phone covering your face as you snapped a few pictures. Once you were satisfied you switched positions. This time you laid flat on your stomach facing the mirror, arching your back so your lace covered panties would be seen. Another series of photos were taken.

After thirty minutes you had at least 70 photos to filter through. “Maybe one nude one wouldn’t hurt…” you pulled the straps of your bra down. Your breasts spilled out and you snapped a picture. “Eh, maybe not…yet at least.” You used your arm to cover your breasts, snapping another mirror picture. You pulled yourself back together a moment later.

You made your way over to your bed, falling onto it face first. “Now let’s see…which ones would he like…” you scrolled through each photo, by the time you were done you only had 12 photos in different angles and positions you liked. “It’s nearly 2am…hopefully he’s up.” You were beginning to feel giddy.

White light shone on your face as you opened the message app. You hadn’t talked to Gojo in about a week, but earlier in the day you had made sure to reach out to him. That way, accidentally sending him a photo would be a little more believable since he’d be higher in your contacts. Your fingers shook as you selected your two favorite photos.

Y/N: here you go baby, just like you asked for. Do you like them? <3

The message with the photos was marked as “delivered.” obviously you had turned your read receipts off. Now you held no shame, kicking your feet wildly as you prayed for a little bubble to pop up and signify he was typing. Five minutes of staring at your phone screen passed before the message bubble finally popped up.

Gojo <3: oh? I don’t think you meant to send these to me, Angel.

Angel? You nearly threw your phone, heart thumping wildly in your chest as you forced yourself not to respond right away. Your eyes shifted to your alarm clock, watching the minutes tick by before picking up your phone again. Precisely three minutes had passed, but it had felt like an eternity.

Y/N: OMG!! I’m so sorry! This is so embarrassing 😭

You held your breath, nearly jumping out of your own skin when Gojo began texting back immediately. After what felt like another eternity, the message you hoped to see popped up. He had taken the bait easily, it made your stomach do a backflip.

Gojo <3: don’t be embarrassed! You look beautiful :)))

Y/N: you think so? I’m not sure how to feel about them. I took more though! I was hoping he’d like them.

Gojo <3: I do! You took more?

Gojo <3: who’s he? Does my little y/n have a boyfriend?

My y/n? You jumped out of bed, jumping around your room to get the nerves out before leaping to your phone. It was stupid how giddy he made you.

Y/N: I did! And no he’s not my boyfriend, just someone I’m talking to

Gojo <3: sending him stuff like that and he doesn’t even have a title? Maybe it’s a good thing you sent them to me instead :))

On the other end of the phone, Gojo Satoru laid in his bed. The thing is, he wasn’t alone. His latest fling was passed out beside him, their clothes scattered across the floor. He smiled at the screen, admiring the photos you accidentally sent him. If he was lucky, he could sweet talk you into sending more.

Y/N: Are my eyes mistaking me? Is Gojo Satoru flirting with me?

He let out a breathy laugh, soft enough to not wake the woman beside him. Not that he really cared. It was rather odd you texted him again. He had been thinking about you ever since your conversation earlier in the day. Though he certainly didn’t think he’d get this lucky.

Gojo <3: it’s hard not to when you send photos like that. Accident or not… you look fucking beautiful.

Y/N: I’m blushing. I have so many more I could send, would you like to critique them?

Bold. He liked that a lot. He wasn’t picky with his women, but there were certainly things that he preferred more on some than others. In particular, he liked when someone matched his energy. It was part of the reason you two got along so well when he was your teacher. Even though it was two years ago and you were an adult… something still felt wrong about this.

It excited him.

Gojo <3: oh absolutely. If it makes you feel any better, I can send you some of mine :)))

Some of his? You let out a squeal that time, desperately wishing he was right in front of you. This was going way better than you could have ever anticipated. You inhaled deeply, selecting a few more pictures. You were going to leave the half nude one for last.

Y/N: what do you think? Would he enjoy this?

Y/N: also, it’s only fair you send me some as well >:)

Satoru stared at his phone, plush lips parted slightly as he took in your new photos. What he wouldn’t give to be in your room right now, treating you how you deserved to be treated. Just thinking about you dressed like that all alone had him twitching to life.

You looked utterly perfect. Eager to be destroyed on his…oh he shouldn’t get ahead of himself. He opened a folder on his phone, selecting three pics of him in nothing but his underwear. Even in his thirties, he still had it.

Gojo <3: oh he’d be insane if he didn’t.

Gojo <3: You look fucking perfect.

Gojo <3: what do you think of these, Angel?

Your mouth was hanging open, eyes greedily soaking up every pixel. “That’s not fucking fair!” You zoomed in, zoomed back out, flipped to the next one. He had no right to be that damn attractive. You did this for a solid two minutes before typing back a response.

Y/N: Fuck. I’m speechless

You chewed on your inner cheek, the twitch between your thighs was becoming too persistent to ignore. “Maybe… it wouldn’t hurt…” you flipped yourself onto your back. One hand held your phone above your face while the other began roaming your skin. You waited patiently for Gojo to send a response, all the while you kept staring at the meal you’d been given.

Satoru on the other hand was unknowingly mimicking you. Five pictures of you total and he was still feeling greedy. He wanted… no he needed more. What he really needed was you in person. For now, he’d settle for the screen. As his hand lowered towards his cock he was beginning to question if his screen would even be able to satisfy him this time around.

Gojo <3: did you not expect me to look like that?

Gojo <3: I’m offended, i thought you’d think highly of me

He was baiting you into praising him. He wanted to see your true colors. Surely if you were entertaining him for this long, you were interested. “So cute.” He whispered softly as your responses popped up on his screens

Y/N: I expected nothing less from my wonderful sensei

Y/N: quite crazy to me that you looked like this all those years. So close to me without even realizing. Not even my imagination did you justice.

You smirked as you hit send, tugging your bra down again. Your hand didn’t hesitate as you grabbed your own breast, fingers rolling your nipple until you drew a whimper from yourself. You’d get off one way or another so long as you kept texting him.

Gojo <3: not even your imagination? Did my little y/n use to fantasize about me?

You moaned softly, thighs parting as you read the text. “Still do… still am…” you tugged at your nipples, you needed to know what he was doing on the other side of that phone screen. You hoped he was toying with himself while you did too, imagining it only fueled you.

Y/N: all the time. I had the biggest crush on you

Gojo <3: had? You don’t have a crush on me anymore :( ?

Y/N: If I said I did, what would you do?

Satoru smiled, his hand was wrapped around his base just under the sheets. He drew his hand up slowly, scrolling back up to your pictures before typing a response to your text. You were teasing him, he loved it. He could already begin to imagine the things you could send him if he said the right things. Hell maybe you’d even invite him over… let him fuck you properly.

He could see it now. That little lingerie set torn to prices, your breasts exposed and nipples swollen from his hands. The way your breasts would jiggle has he buried himself balls deep in what he imagined was a tight pussy. He’d record it, he’d have to. All your sweet noises, the way you’d suck him in. The way your whole body would probably jiggle when he pounded into you. He needed to see it, he needed to feel it.

Gojo <3: I’d ask you to elaborate. Tell me, Y/n, what did these little fantasies consist of?

Your hand was slipping under the band of your panties, breathing picking up as you felt your heartbeat in your clit. It was working better than you could have ever imagined, you knew you’d hand wouldn’t satisfy what you wanted. Only Gojo could… though you may be able to sedate your needs with a toy. For now you’d just use your hand, it was another version of edging yourself.

Y/N: how scandalous of you to ask me! A lady never shares that information :)

Gojo <3: awwwe you can’t make an exception for me? Or maybe I can help you out…

Two more pictures were sent to you, this time they were far more suggestive. The first was of Gojo with no shirt on, grey sweatpants hung low on his hips accompanied by a very clear outline of his erection. The second was of him in nothing but a towel around his waist. A teasing v-line dipped under the towel he was tugging down, revealing a trail of hair and just a little bit of the base of his cock. You audibly groaned at the sight.

Y/N: mmmm maybe a couple more pics and I’ll be willing to reveal a thing or two

Without a second of delay, the text box appeared again. After a moment one single picture appeared on your screen. This time, it was a full on nude. You gasped, hand freezing before you even slipped between your folds. Before you realized it, you were sitting up on your bed to admire the pic better. You couldn’t decide where you wanted to focus your attention first. He was laying on his bed, the camera had clearly been propped up on something to get such an angle.

It was as if you were laying between his legs, a full shot of his cock, toned torso and messy white hair. His eyes were lidded but you could still see the startling blue of his irises. His cock was speared in something shiny, it could have been his own precum or maybe even spit. His hand was wrapped around his length about half way up. The tip looked a deep shade of pink, slightly swollen from being abused by his hand. On top of all of that, he was just as large as you hoped he’d be.

If you weren’t light headed before, you certainly were now.

Y/N: how about you call me instead?

You nearly threw your phone again after sending a message like that. You could at least force some confidence over text, over the phone would be wildly different. You were starting to regret the choice until your phone began to vibrate, Gojo’s name lit up your screen. You tried to calm yourself while clicking the pickup button and bringing your phone to your ear. “That was quick.” Your voice was hushed, a little hoarse even. “I couldn’t resist a text like that.” His voice was equally as quiet. You had to wonder if he had someone in his bed with him.

“I’m flattered.” You laid back on your bed, it wasn’t as scary as you thought. “Well, you know me well enough, y/n. Flattery is my specialty. Now…” he trailed off, you could hear something rustling. He must have been getting himself comfortable. “Tell me about these little fantasies you have.” You sighed, twisting a finger around the hand of your panties and pulling them taut. “Well… do you want the detailed versions? Or the quick versions.” A breathy laugh passed through the phone. “Detailed please. Tell me all of it.” Satoru had gone into his bathroom, the fluorescent lights making him squint.

“Almost always, we were alone in a classroom together. You’d be giving me extra lessons… though you’d figure out right away that I was just pretending. I just wanted to get you alone… attempt to seduce you.” You felt a slight tremble in your hands, you started picking at your panties a little quicker. “Is that so? How’d you attempt to seduce me then?” Satoru’s hand was shamelessly wrapping around his base, pumping it to life. It wasn’t even difficult for him, he was already half hard from your photos alone. Now your voice was sending him over the edge.“You know I always went with a uniform skirt… I’d plan on forgoing my underwear that day…”

You trailed off, hand reaching down to slip past the band of your panties. “I don’t mean to interrupt you, Angel. But I’d love to know what you’d do now… to try and seduce me.” You’re retelling stories from when you were still his student, that realization was making him feel a little odd despite the lust clouding his senses. You struggled to swallow, mind running wild with ideas. “Well… maybe I’d be doing something like this. A little bolder than things I’d try back then. Sending you nudes…” you heard a shaky sigh. On the other side of your phone Satoru was pumping himself slowly. “Keep going.”

“I’d maybe even send you a video of myself masturbating. Moaning your name and telling you how badly I wished you were here.” Your fingers found your clit, you started rubbing quick circles to produce shaky whines into the phone. “Yeah? What would you say to me in those videos? I’d like details.” You paused for a moment before an idea dawned on you. “How about I just show you.” Instead of ruining the mood by hanging up, you clicked the button to switch the call to a video. Satoru accepted the switch almost instantly. You were greeted by messy white hair, flushed cheeks and the fluorescent lighting of his bathroom.

All the while you were positioning the camera over your body, hoping your arm wouldn’t give out on you if you got too into it. You teased him a little more by only showing from your chest down, part of it was to save yourself the embarrassment later on. “It’s so much easier to just show you…” your fingers began moving quickly under your panties again. Satoru chuckled softly, hand still pumping himself in earnest. “Such a tease, Angel. Look at you… not even willing to show me what’s going on.” He was left watching your hand’s movement through the material of your panties. “I’d love to see your pretty tits… I’m sure you’d love to feel me touching them, yeah?” You were supposed to be the one sweet talking to him, but he simply couldn’t resist.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves… Satoru.” A punch straight to his gut… and to his cock. He groaned, low and guttural. You could only see his face, that was his own way of teasing you. So you moved a little quicker, letting whatever noises felt right fall from your lips. “I wish you were here. I know those hands can do far more than what mine can. I’m sure you’d know just what to do.” You whined, you could feel the familiar tension building in your gut. Yet you still weren’t satisfied. “Oh~ Satoru…” you cooed softly, thighs trembling and arm aching as you tried to keep yourself in position. “I bet you’d feel so good… your cock is undoubtedly large, right?” He breathed out a soft yes, he was far less cocky than you expected him to be.

Perhaps you really had him wrapped around your finger at the moment.

“Satoru… I wish you were here.” Slick noises sounded softly from between your thighs, just slightly audible through the phone. “Look at you… already close?” He was close himself, hand focusing primarily on his sensitive head. He had no intentions of prolonging his release, especially when you looked like that. “Yes…” you were, as embarrassing as it sounded. Somewhere in the back of your mind you knew it wasn’t going to be as satisfying, that you’d be left aching and needing more. Part of you wished he’d quit acting like he was a normal human and teleport into your room. But this was Gojo Satoru, the biggest fucking tease known to mankind. “Come for me… please I’d love to hear you come.” He was gritting his teeth, balls tensing as his release spurted out of him.

You didn’t realize it though, instead you were too lost in trying to reach your own release. Shaky gasps left him as his hips twitched, his hand couldn’t stop massaging the now painfully tender flesh. “Satoru…” you gasped softly, body twitching as your release was teetering on the edge. “Come on…” he encouraged softly, forcing his hand away from himself to lean forward. His legs would give out on him if he didn’t. He grimaced slightly as his sticky release smeared on the marble counter. You nearly dropped your phone as your hips twitched violently, a loud cry escaping you as you roughly worked yourself through your orgasm. “Fuck fuck…” you didn’t slow down until your ears stopped ringing, thankful you managed to keep your phone steady. “Satoru…”

You let your phone drop to the mattress below, leaving him to stare at your ceiling while you caught your breath. “How about this, Angel.” His voice returned to a steady yet soft whisper. “Hmm?” Your chest was heaving as you tried to calm down. “Tomorrow afternoon, my place. How does that sound?” You were quiet, eyes widening as you realized what that meant. “Just text me a time and a place, I’ll be there.” You felt a new wave of energy coursing through you. It was finally going to happen. “Of course, Angel. Now go get some rest, you won’t be getting much after tomorrow.” He ended the call before you could respond, leaving you alone with your racing heart.

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changbinsboiledegg · 7 months

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Request: Enhypen reactions to their s/o having an overprotective older brother? 💕

Thank you for the request! 🫶🫶I hope you enjoy these and I apologize if they are bad :((((((

GN! Reader x Enhypen :)

Warnings: Eh? Maybe a little angsty? but mostly fluff. lol.

Notes: Bruh, why the hell do I write some short and some longer?? I'm not an anti!!! Also, sorry if some don't make sense, have typos, grammar errors, or if they aren't that good... But I loved writing these haha. Anyways, ily and I hope you/Y'all enjoy🫶.

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Heeseung

“He hates me.” Heeseung commented. He was sitting in your room on your desk chair. You shook your head.

“He doesn’t hate you.” You reassured him. Heeseung didn’t believe you. “No, I think he does. Remember that time I brought you home five minutes late? I thought he was going to kill me.”

“It was only five minutes and he’ll get over it. And if he did hate you, you wouldn’t be allowed in my room.” You smiled at your boyfriend, walking over to him and standing behind the chair to wrap your arms around him from the back.

“He also can’t control what we do.”

Jay

Your older brother didn’t like the thought of anyone dating you because he knew you have been or could get hurt. Then Jay came along and your brother saw how well he treats you. He saw how happy Jay makes you.

“Is Jay coming over today?” You brother asks, not sounding as intimidating as he normally would. You shook your head, not looking up from your phone. “Going to the store later.”

“Take Jay.” You brother said. You looked up, not arguing but happy that your brother seemed to accept him. You immediately messaged Jay, wanting to see him anyway and not minding if he accompanied you to the store.

-“On my way ;)”

Jake

Jake was terrified at first, thinking if he did or said anything then he’d awaken the wrath of your brother. But when your brother found out he and Jake shared some of the same interests, he loosened up and now actually really likes Jake.

Jake walked beside you on your way home when it started to rain. On instinct, Jake took off his hoodie and gave it to you. You didn’t accept it, already having one on.

“We should hurry. If you catch a cold, my brother will kill me.” You jokingly commented but deep down, you started to believe what you said.

Jake laughed, shaking his head.

“I’ll race you then?”

Sunghoon

He was nervous when he first met your brother, especially knowing he has a reputation for being overprotective with you. Sunghoon’s nervousness went away as his mindset regarding the situation changed.

“You’re sure you’re not uncomfortable with him being an ass?” You asked Sunghoon during a date. Sunghoon shook his head.

“If he really didn’t like or trust me, he wouldn’t let me be with you anymore.” Sunghoon reached for your hand as you two were about to walk through a semi-crowded space.

“And I know he’s just trying to see if I’m worthy of you.”

You gripped his hand firmly, following him. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

Sunghoon smiled at the cheesiness of your sentence. He pulled you closer to make sure he didn’t lose sight of you.

Sunoo

“I’m sorry about my brother.” You sighed in annoyance at how your older brother acted towards Sunoo. Sunoo just smiled, shaking his head.

“He’s just trying to make sure you’re safe.” Sunoo reached over, helping you smooth out a facemask on your face as you tried skincare products together.

“I just don’t like when he tries to scare away the people I bring home.” You reciprocated, helping Sunoo with his facemask. Sunoo grinned but tried to stop, not wanting to wrinkle the mask again. You resmoothed it out and read the instructions.

“I’m not scared. He will come around— and I’m not leaving, so he’s going to have to get used to me.” Sunoo winked and set a timer accordingly to the instructions. You felt relief, grateful for the reassurance you didn’t realize you needed.

Jungwon

Jungwon sat on the couch as your brother stared him down intimidatingly. Jungwon tried to avoid his stare, not wanting to accidentally start something.

“Jungwon, right?” You brother asked with a cold tone. Jungwon quickly nodded, “yes… I’m Jungwon.”

“Jungwon’s here!” Your brother’s voice boomed across the house. They heard scuffling and thuds coming from your room, followed by the sounds of rapid footsteps.

“Hey! I’m so sorry, we can go now!” You panted, taking Jungwon’s hand and pulling him to his feet. You brother cleared his throat. “If anything happens—”

“Yeah, yeah. We have to go.” You cut him off, pulling Jungwon out of the house as he sheepishly waved ‘goodbye’ to your brother.

Niki

He was nervous meeting your oldest brother. Far more nervous than he was when he met your parent(s). Your brother intimidated him and he meant to, being as overprotective as he was.

“Is your brother going to be there?” Niki asked, walking you home. You looked at his now nervous demeanor. You chuckled, nudging him.

“Are you seriously afraid of my brother?”

Niki slightly shrugged, not giving a verbal response. You groaned, a bit amused.

“You should be scared of me. I’m the scariest in my family.” You proudly stated.

“Then why do you cry when you see a service animal in public?” Niki retorted, smirking suddenly.

You frowned as you thought about your answer, “…because I can’t pet them. That has nothing to do with being scary!”

Niki laughed, cheering up enough to be greeted by your older brother at the front door.

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Note 2: "Sunoo reached over, helping you smooth out a facemask on your face as you tried skincare products together."

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No shit, it's on their face LMAOOOOOO where else is it going? Shoulders? Knees & toes??? Be so ffr.

#enhypen x reader #enha scenarios #enha x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enha imagines #enhypen #enhypen reactions #enhypen fluff #enha reactions #enha fluff #enhypen headcanons #enha headcanons

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hanayanaa · 8 months

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V ISNT DEAD GUYS!!! : )

ALWAYS BACK UP YOUR DENIAL WITH PROOF AND EVIDENCE KIDS

1) well okay, first off, the classic rule that if a character dies off screen, they're probably not dead. classic time tested rule!

2) they made so much merch of her, not to mention she's literally the face of the franchise as one of the first characters liam made for the show. They aren't going to kill off such an iconic and integral character this early on. remember, we still have SEVERAL more seasons to go!

3) the lyrics of eternal dream, which are supposedly about V's inner thoughts and wishes, states that she is tired of this dream (life), which is more of a nightmare for her. I'm going to annotate the entirety of it on genius sometime this week hopefully /srs, but the last line is "I can't end this dream", a desperate cry, for she can't escape her living nightmare, where she is hurt and used and traumatized so much, but also, in our case, potential evidence of her coming back? nola klop, her va, also said that this version isn't the whole song, since she mentions being excited for the full version. and since it's about V, a full version, along with that line, implies she will return. mostly that latter point though, ill admit the single line might be a stretch LOLL but i figured eh might as well include it...

4) J's still off reading about stock prices or whatever in tessa's space ship lol. J's doing J things and she might've gotten bored and went exploring and ended up finding and saving V. we literally have no idea what she's doing besides getting a command to look after tessa's vehicle, which she can probably do from a relative distance. she's stated as a workaholic, but that means she'd also probably get bored quickly if she has nothing to actively do, if there isn't anything for her to be actively guarding, she might wander off while simply occasionally checking the ship. (I also want more J too she's so fucking funny)

5) she had her eyes closed during the final scene where we see her! If she had kept them closed, then she should be fine in regards to getting bootlooped at least. maybe she was scared, or was embarrassed in a way, not wanting herself or anyone else to see her in this raw, vulnerable state she hates and fears so much. and unless the sentinels tear out her heart/core, she'll probably be fine and can regenerate herself. (side note: alice has an id card like nori and yeva, doll's mother. she was one of the patient zero drones who were purposefully infected with solver in order to see it's effects and conduct research, so she'll probably be back as well, considering she's most likely a solver user. beau might be back, i can't say for sure, all depends if she decides to revive him or not. the disassembly drone corpses in cabin fever labs were probably because alice used a combination of sentinels and solver manipulation to take them down and remove their hearts, which we can see she keeps in an old oven, which is why they can't regenerate themselves anymore and are effectively dead. the hearts are the "worm" thing uzi mentioned would come out of V if alice cut her up.)

6) while the show itself has a lot of gags, it's also brimming with genuine love for detail and lore, like they're fucking around, but they're also not fucking around. V has a lot to tell us still, since she's been extremely mysterious and quiet about her own personal past, probably due to trauma and being terrified of being vulnerable, since she was so often hurt when she let her guard down. a lot of things about her aren't really directly mentioned, and are just IMPLIED, the most prominent examples being her genuine inner thoughts, since there are many zoom-ins to her face and expressions, but we are only left to guess on what she's really thinking. so they're not going to let her go just yet; in fact, i think the next episode will be one centered around her (probably more flashbacks? who knows, but i think since she's been important, but not centered on really until now, she'll recieve her own time in the spotlight.)

7) similar to the point above, her character arc is far from over, and if she were to die now, it'd be a crime against her character and the entire story. she was and still is a vital part of the team, but everyone else was so wrapped up in their own plans or infatuations that poor V ended up getting almost completely ignored. even though she loves everyone deep down, and protects them with her life, she never once got a thank you, or asked how she's doing, or anything. all she got was mostly light arguements and insults back-- the last thing uzi said to her was "you, ew! you're mean!", while the last thing V said to uzi was "uzi, I trust you." one could argue that because of her snarky attitude, she's kind of walking into these scuffles, but...really? no one ever stopped for one second to think about that person right next to them and think about who they are beyond that snark? not even N, who's been with her since the beginning, and openly admitted to having a crush on her? or tessa, her superior, who presumably rescued her from the dump, gave her clothes and hair and companionship? she squealed upon seeing N, but didn't give a single glance at V aside from an argument near the end of the episode, and a reflection of V looking solemnly back in her helmet. i genuinely think that because of these mistakes, she'll come back... eventually, at least, so hopefully they can learn from their mistakes and treat her better this time around, for they are getting a second chance, and everyone can slowly start healing together. V has a very broken heart, so for her to fully heal, i unfortunately don't think that will happen for a long time, but she can begin the process slowly, if her teammates start treating her more kindly, as a peer, someone whose thoughts and opinions and feelings matter too, rather than just someone to be snarky and argued with.

to summarize, she has an almost 99.9% chance of coming back because she's the face of the franchise, along with having a bunch of merchandise, it'd be kind like of shooting yourself in the foot to kill off the literal most iconic character, the literal icon. the final lyrics of eternal dream and the mention from her va that this current version isn't even the full length version, implies V will come back, especially since the song is from her point of view. lastly, her character arc is far from over, since while being a vital part of the team, her teammates have been ignoring her for the most part ever since episode 2, even though she's been there with them this entire time. bringing her back gives everyone a chance to make it up to her, and brings both parties to a point of healing. lastly, her character arc aside, she has much to tell us about the lore, since she is implied to know and be hiding a lot, but since she is so mysterious due to her painful past, it is hard for her to open up. the last two points are connected, as if she is more comfortable, she'll open up more, revealing more about the lore and story along with it.

Out of all the characters ive loved throughout the years, i genuinely do think she is the most tragic one. considering the only real decision she was ever allowed to make was sacrificing herself to the sentinels, possibly in an attempted suicide to finally end all of the pain welled up in her heart? yeah.

she's probably one of my favourite characters of all time, even though ive only recently watched it, she has already made a permanent mark on my heart. i really, truly do hope that she comes back, because she deserves it. she deserves to heal and be appreciated for who she is, and she deserves a space where she's comfortable enough to let down her walls and be her honest self again. i think if she comes back, we'll see a much more vulnerable and timid side of her we haven't seen before except for occasional rare moments. she'll still be snarky, but it'll take her a while to recover from the initial shock of all her emotional turmoil surrounding her sacrifice, as well as get used to all the new attention she's getting. after that, however, she'll recover and start healing and come back as a stronger, happier, and still very snarky V. ♡

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pocarinapyon · 1 year

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Jealousy-Jealousy: A New Banner version A1 (Albedo, Childe, Venti, Zhongli)

The Wanderer's banner is just around the corner and the excited you couldn't help but rave about how cool he is. Naturally, you pre-farmed his materials and even spent moolah for a five-star weapon, claiming Scaramouche - now The Wanderer - deserves only the best of best (Meaning: four star weapons and artifacts are not allowed!! And let's not get started on the artifact stats! 😡).

Inside the world of Genshin, your bond ten boys couldn't help but feel jealous. The flames of jealousy fueled further when you used them to grind for Scaramouche's items. How sickening was it to think that they have become stepping stones of your new favourite character?

The boys decided. When they materialize in your world, they will make sure to mark you and to indulge in their sinful fantasies of you. You are theirs and only theirs, after all. But they need to be oh-so-careful not to wake you up...because when you do, they will be pulled back into Teyvat immediately. 🥲

Contents include [a brief scene introduction], [the actual chilis], and [after you wake up].

Starring : Albedo, Childe, Venti, Zhongli (Separate)

Tags / Warnings : 🌶️🌶️ [Chilis] Seggs; Scattered cuss words; Implied rape; Petnames (if it bothers you); Somnophilia; Creampie; Desire to impregnate; The boys being possessive; Oral sex (receiver: Venti, you); Fingering; Masturbating (Venti, you, Albedo); The old men making you masturbate about them, lol!; Childe is hesitant at first 😅; Childe almost got pulled back into Teyvat from being too rough on you; Zhongli losing his composure and fucking you in your dreams 👀⁉️; I might have given Zhongli a non-canonical ability; Zhongli's scene is the only one where you are actively responsive so there are many lines; Exhibitionism...sort of (Zhongli); Uncharacteristic Zhongli; Zhongli asking to be called Morax; A bit rushed on the last two scenes; Albedo's first orgasm; Albedo feeding you a potion and cum; Uncharacteristic Albedo; Kisses!; Schediaphilia, of course; etc.; 👑/🖥️ [SAGAU/(Reverse) Isekai]; Based on the SAGAU/Reverse Isekai concept linked below but with chilis...in this case, you are not aware the boys can materialize in your room when you are asleep;

In addition to above, I don't have anyone to beta this so there might be some minor typos and/or grammatical errors..... Minor, hopefully.

Future Plan : Version A2 Albedo, Childe, Venti, Zhongli (GangB.)

Links : Pinned Post, SAGAU/Reverse Isekai concept, Venti requesting to make a smut fic about him

Target audience is female (bodied) reader.

To whoever is reading, please enjoy.

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!! Venti

Venti smiled at you gently as he strummed the strings of his lyre. His demeanour may look calm on the outside but malicious ideas stormed on the inside. As he watched you sleeping soundly, all he could think about was this moment might be his last. After all, he knew you would immediately use The Wanderer the moment you pull him.

Venti regretted all the times he spent merely watching you. Had he not been meek, in fear of waking you up, he could have felt your body more. Tonight, he was determined things would be different. He would take advantage of your vulnerable form and ravish you to his heart's content. And if you ever start to wake up, he would lull you to back sleep.

Your lips had always captivated Venti. Whenever you played Genshin Impact and smiled at him, claiming his was contagious, he was secretly filled with gladness. And your voice. No bard or songstress could ever compare to your angelic voice. No, not even himself. A simple hum from you could soothe even the most broken of souls.

A broken soul such as himself.

Venti made his way towards you, sitting on your pillow to inspect you closer. A cheeky smile flashed his lips. He had always loved your scent but now, it drove him to lust over you.

"Ehe~ [your name], you are so fragrant. Did you prepare yourself just for me?"

He lovingly caressed your hair as he made his way to remove his lower garments using his vacant hand. Finally, he freed his erected cock from its restraints and slowly, he pumped his shaft up and down to coat his erection with pre-cum.

"Ah, look, my angel! I'm so hard for you right now," Venti chortled in a hushed volume. He slid his hand from your hair to your cheeks while pleasuring himself. "Do you want to have a taste?"

Venti carefully parted your lips and inched himself closer to your entrance. Soon as the tip of his erection touched your lips, excitement coursed through his body, making him chuckle and shudder. He then pushed his way past your delicate lips, relishing the way your teeth grazed his eager cock.

His manhood started to violate your mouth in a leisurely pace, as if following a rhythm in swaying his hips back and forth. But such a laggard pace couldn't satisfy him forever. Soon, his sluggish speed gained haste until he was biting his lips in pleasure.

"My muse, your mouth looks so pretty stuffed with my cock~!" Venti, enjoying your small wet cavern to please himself, stuggled to choke out.

Venti lost himself and used your mouth like a rabbit in heat, moaning your name loudly as if performing a song of praise dedicated to you.

"C - close...! My muse, I am so close...!" was all Venti could grunt before sheathing himself fully and releasing deep down your throat.

Cumming inside felt out of this world. And the thought of doing such an immoral act to you in secret added to the euphoric sensation Venti felt.

But then he realized he might have done something he shouldn't have. He immediately unobstructed your mouth and hurriedly glanced at you to check if he disturbed your slumber. To his delightful surprise, you remained sound asleep. And to add to his satisfaction, with his trained ears, he started to hear you moan.

You liked it.

In light touches, he trailed his fingers on your lips, down to your neck; your chest; your tummy; until finally he reached the delicate flower between your legs.

"How naughty! You're so wet for me, my pretty flower," Venti commented while pressing two fingers against the moist fabric covering your crotch. "It's unfair if I'm the only one who gets to enjoy this, right?"

Moving the offending cloth aside, Venti gave your sensitive clit a hard press of his thumb before placing two fingers inside your weeping hole. He then motioned his fingers in and out of your warmth. Love juice sloshed out of your defenseless pussy as he continued his profane violation. The more Venti moved his fingers, the more he was blessed with your sweet honey and erotic sound. Sadly, he could only hear so much as hushed sighs and whimpers.

"My muse, if only I could hear more of your angelic voice," in a wishful tone, hoping to have you screaming his name, Venti sighed as he removed himself inside of you and licked the cream off his fingers. "Ah! You taste better than wine!"

With a devilish smile, Venti positioned himself between your legs. He gave your womanhood a whiff and took the chance to lick the love juice glistening your slit before peering at your sleeping face.

"I'd like to have more, please!" Venti excitedly exclaimed before slurping your honey like a man parched for days.

Dazed. You knew you were awake but all your mind thought of was the almost realistic dream you had. Your lonely womanhood ached and yearned for Venti to fuck you.

Venti, the Anemo Archon of Mondstadt in the game called Genshin Impact.

Venti, your bond ten crowd control cutie.

Venti, a fictional character.

You sighed, glancing at the bard doing his idle animation behind the screen. After strumming his lyre, he returned your gaze with beautiful doe eyes and a charming smile.

"Why am I so horny today...?" with a click of your tongue you complained yet your body instinctively removed your lower garments. "This is your fault, Venti," you accused playfully.

Without much care, you began to touch yourself, unintentionally moaning Venti's name, as you stared at his innocent smile - not knowing he, too, could see you behind the screen.

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!! Childe

A challenge. Fucking you rough without waking you up was a challenge Childe eagerly wanted to accomplish. Will his kiss wake you? How hard can he bite your neck and nipples? What will happen if he cums deep inside your pussy? While his mind raced with lascivious thoughts, he suddenly found himself beside you in bed. Watching how serene you looked made him think twice.

"You know, this isn't how I wanted to make love with you," tracing the features of your face, Childe whispered laced with guilt.

Yes, he felt ashamed as he knew this was immoral. In his mind, sex was supposed to be consensual. It was an act of expressing your passion towards your partner. It was something lovers should do together - meaning both of you should be awake.

"But I don't really have a choice, do I? Because we can't touch each other when you're awake. That's why I needed to do this," Childe justified before giving your lips a modest peck.

He scooted towards you and engulfed you in a warm embrace. Like a loving husband, holding you in his arms was something he had done multiple times. Tonight, he would do more than a mere hug.

But should he really do this?

Yes.

Childe gently placed his hand on your cheek and steered your head towards his. He gave you a sweet kiss before biting your lower lip to test the waters. Seeing you still in dreamland encouraged him to indulge in a wet passionate kiss. He licked your lips and pushed his way inside your mouth to explore your small cavern, lustfully moaning as he felt blood rushing down his crotch.

After thoroughly exploring your mouth, he went lower and suckled the flesh of your exposed neck, eliciting a soft whimper from you. Childe's eyes dilated in surprise. Knowing your body felt pleasure despite in slumber made his cock harder. Thus, he littered your neck and shoulder with nips, licks, and open mouth kisses while his hands roamed to caress your sides and touch your breasts.

Going lower, he squeezed your lady lumps and kneaded them in his hands. Your nipples were already erected. With his fingers he began to pinch and pull your sensitive nub, earning him another lewd sound from you.

Childe couldn't take it anymore. His pants were getting too tight around him. He decided to discard his and your clothing and went between your legs to coat his now free cock with your slick. Another whimper escaped your lips, prompting Childe to insert the tip of his manhood inside of you.

Archons, just the tip gave him much ecstasy! What more if he pushed himself all the way inside your wet and tight little pussy? The excitement urged Childe to ram himself in a swift push until he was bottomed out, making your velvet walls squeeze around his cock. The feeling of you choking him drove him wild and with you still asleep, he assumed he could continue.

He motioned his hips at a moderate pace. Your accommodating womanhood just felt too good that he wanted to last longer. As he kept violating your exposed pussy, he noticed you getting tighter around him. It challenged him to make you cum first before he does so he rocked his hips faster, rubbing his cock in and out of you to massage your lewd warmth. He then bottomed out and while his erection was deep inside, he motioned himself to loosen your gummy walls.

Childe's continuous assault on your poor body finally made you cum. But he couldn't care about winning his one-sided challenge as he was focused on reaching his own high. His cock went in and out of you at an animalistic pace that he could feel Teyvat pulling him back from your world, a sign that you were about to wake up.

"Ah...! Fuck, not yet, sweetie! I want to finish inside you!" Childe gritted as he continued to fuck you rough.

"Nnh...Childe...," you groggily responded along with soft moans.

"Yeah, you want this, yeah? You want my cum? Do you want me to cum inside you and have my baby?" Childe, lost in pleasure, incoherently babbled yet all he received in return were sleepy moans.

You were half asleep and he was going to dematerialize. He felt it. The only thing keeping him in your world was his determination to fill your womb with his seeds.

Just a little more. Just a little bit more.

"FUCK!! [Your name], take it!" Childe exclaimed as he spilled his cum deep inside your hole, making your wanton pussy reciprocate and cum as well.

The first thing you felt the moment you woke up was soreness all over. When you tried to feel yourself, you realized something was amiss. Was the dream you had about Childe pistoning your pussy real? Of course it wasn't. How would your bond ten Genshin hubby fuck you in real life? Nevertheless, you quickly sprang up from bed and dashed to inspect yourself in the mirror. Horror washed over your face as you found yourself littered with hickeys and love marks.

Did someone break into your room? But the door was locked and surely the perpetrator couldn't use the windows.

Was this because of the wet dream you had? That would explain why your pussy leaked but it couldn't explain why you had marks all over.

Did a supernatural being fuck you? No. Just no.

So what...happened to you?

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!! Zhongli

Eyes closed and arms folded, Zhongli couldn't decide how to make you his. He wanted to ravish you until you were marked with his love. But after you wake up, what will happen to the both of you?

And that was the biggest obstacle at hand - he couldn't risk waking you up.

Zhongli had many tricks up his sleeve, one of which was to enter your consciousness so he could frolic and take control as he pleases. Another one was to shift into his Draconian form - something he should save for later. For now, Zhongli thus entered your consciousness to find you dreaming about having an afternoon break in your favourite diner / cafe. Walking past the faceless people, the ex Archon approached you as you began to take bites of your favourite dish.

"Good day to you, my dear [your name]. It is truly pleasant to see you here," Zhongli politely greeted.

"Hello, Mister Zhongli!" you responded, albeit in a dream. "Do you want to join me eat?"

"Of course, that would be lovely," Zhongli smiled as he took the seat in front of you.

Zhongli was a strategic man, allowing you to indulge in your meal while he learned more of your preferences, and enjoying each other's company to ensure your bond with him was strong. He was strategic yet his draconic instincts made him impatient. He itched to pin you on the table then and there to fuck you from behind.

Not now, thus he restrained himself.

"My dear, are you content with your meal?"

"Hm? Yes, I am!" you replied and proceeded to gush how the food and the place became your favourite.

Zhongli only smiled at you with eyes clouded in mischief and darkness. After you have finished your speech, he stood up, earning him a question look from you. The handsome man then hoisted you up and wordlessly tore your clothes, exposing your body for everyone in the shop to see.

"W - what...?! Zhongli?!!" you exclaimed in embarrassment, shielding your delicate parts with your hands from watchful eyes.

"Apologies, my dear. It is mandatory for me to let everyone know to whom you belong to," Zhongli declared, gripping your hands away to observe your gorgeous body. His eyes glowed golden as your beauty made the blood rushed in his cock.

With ease, Zhongli flipped you so your back was leaning on his toned chest, your hands still in his strong grasp. Everyone in the store can surely see your naked body and try as you might, you could not protect yourself. Your captor then took a whiff on your neck, sensing lust from you.

"My dear, you must be honest with your body. Do you truly wish me to stop?" Zhongli questioned before nibbling on your neck and shoulders.

"Not here, please...! Zhongli, everyone is watching," you begged, whimpering from being exposed.

"Of course. The people of Liyue should know who their Archon chooses to mate, no?" Zhongli reasoned as he bent your body forward, making you believe you were indeed in the Land of Contracts.

"Wait, wait! Zhongli - !"

"Morax," was all Zhongli said before pushing his draconic penis inside your unprepared pussy.

"Oh - oh my gosh!"

Your eyes rolled back as Zhongli filled your hole halfway his erected cock. You then felt his rather calloused hands grip your hips only to realize it wasn't callous but rather scales.

Zhongli pressed himself deeper until his cock kissed the entrance of your cervix, making you hiss in pain and pleasure. He then began to thrust his hips back and forth to loosen your tight gummy walls.

"A - ah...! Big...! Too big! Lord Morax, please, have mercy...!"

"Oh? But you are taking me in so well."

The people began to crowd to watch your live show, praising how their Archon's chosen wife looked glorious. They even cheered as the Archon began to speed up his pistoning while you began to drool in ecstasy.

"My dear, even your subjects could see how much you love this."

And it was true. Zhongli's monster cock surprisingly felt good splitting you apart.

With Zhongli's incredible strength, he changed your position and lifted your body up to clip your legs so it hanged beside your head. Your stretched leaking cunt abused by Zhongli's gigantic cock was displayed so everyone could see the beauty of their Archon's lovemaking.

"Now, my love," Zhongli calmly said eventhough he was pumping you so much. "Let everyone in Liyue witness as I fill you with my seeds."

With that, Zhongli pulled your body down to push his cock deeper into you. He gritted his teeth as the knot of his cock entered your sloppy cunt, making you feel fuller than ever. He then spurted generous amount of cum inside you, making your eyes roll back and your tongue loll out. Zhongli made sure no seeds of his would be wasted.

After a few minutes of ensuring his seeds stayed inside, Zhongli lifted you up to unplug his knot. Your heaving ceased as finally, you could relax.

"My dear, surely you don't think we're already finished?"

"Morax...more, please...," you cried weakly.

It slowly dawned on you that the delicious sex you had with the Geo Archon was just a dream. Albeit refusing to wake, you forced yourself to open your eyes and turned your head to look at Genshin Impact where Zhongli reminisced about Osmanthus wine. You chuckled and shook your head.

What the fuck were you thinking?

"Mister Zhongli, you're a sexy man, aren't you?" you remarked, watching Zhongli slowly face the screen after his idle animation. "I wonder how it feels to have your draconic cock inside of me...?" you fantasized as your hands made its way to rub your wet pussy, forcing Zhongli to watch but unable to react.

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!! Albedo

Albedo was curious. Of course, initially, he was devastated to think he would one day be replaced with someone else. It was inevitable as new characters were continuously added in the roster. But the selfish idea of keeping you as his own led his thoughts to wander deeper into depravity. What would happen if he acted on his libido? How would kissing you feel like? Were you sensitive? Which areas should he mark? If given the chance, would you like to touch him too? These were some of the questions he wished to know.

Albedo got lost in his thoughts that he soon realized time was of the essence. Instead of fantasizing, he should be acting on his desires. So he took out a small vial containing pink liquid from his pocket and carefully fed you the formula.

How will your slumbering body react?

Albedo then began his experiment on your helpless form. First, he grazed his fingers on your inner thighs. He noticed your body shiver ever so slightly to which he smiled. His touch then traveled to your hips, and finally found their way to caress your serene face.

"You truly are lovely, my princess," Albedo remarked.

He inched his face closer to inspect your features. Unknowingly, captivated by you, he pressed his lips against yours, staying still to bask in the peculiar tingly sensation he felt.

Perhaps this was the true meaning of love?

He then made his way to caress your body to which you reacted by shifting towards his touch.

"Fascinating. Do you want me to touch you here, my love?" Albedo asked as he rested his hand on your waist and drew small circles using his thumb.

Of course you wouldn't respond, yet he did not mind and instead smiled at you lovingly.

"My love, do you long for me as much as I long for you?"

He slid his hand down your warmth to gauge how wet you've become. Indeed you were wet despite Albedo's mild foreplay.

All thanks to the aphrodisiac he fed you.

He was glad the potion had no negative effects. He continued to explore your body while imagining all lascivious things he would do to you in the future.

In the future because he would not penetrate you today. Today was intended only for testing the effects of his mixture. Whatever fantasies he had should be put in the backlog as he should focus on his experiment. However, his hard genital trapped in tight garments had other plans. It had been hard for a while now, and it wanted to squeeze itself inside your warm velvet walls.

"My love, forgive me," Albedo apologetically said as he freed his eager cock leaking pre-cum. "You are truly hard to resist."

He the began to coat himself with his own lubricant before pumping his shaft eagerly. Who knew touching one's self was pleasurable?

The smell of sex wafted in the air as his hands tightened his hold. He envisioned your legs clipped on his shoulders while he thusted his manhood in and out of your sopping hole; your beautiful eyes teary from overstimulation; your voice hoarse from moaning and screaming.

Your voice.

His hands slowled down in speed to focus his ears on you. He might be wrong but he swore he heard you moaning softly in your sleep. What triggered this reaction? Whatever it was, he knew it wasn't his touch as he was busy pleasuring himself.

"Oh, princess. Do you take pleasure in knowing I long for you?" Albedo rhetorically asked. "Ah...! [Your name]...! My dear princess, I want to cum...!"

Close. Albedo eagerly squeezed his cock and felt his orgasm fast approaching, fueled by the vivid visuals of your body along with your lustful hums.

"A - ah...!" in one final pump, Albedo stiffled, unable to control himself and accidentally shooting his load on your face.

Albedo heaved as he tried to recover from his high. It was his first orgasm. Now seeing your beautiful face painted with his cum might make him ejaculate a second time. How he wanted to freeze time so he could cum on your face again and again.

But he was performing an experiment and this behaviour of his, distracted and unperceptive, was unfitting for a researcher. His failure to notice you squeezing your thighs and breathing heavily costed him to lose valuable data.

So what?

For a humonculus, Albedo found he was capable of cumming. He also found it was enough stimulation for him to watch you sleeping. It was even today that he learned the pleasure of touching one's self. In a way, this experiment bore fruit.

Despite the debate going on inside Albedo's mind, as if sentient on its own, his body moved to lick the white substance on your face. So this was what his cum tasted like?And instead of swallowing, he opened your mouth and shared his flavour with you in a sloppy kiss.

"Good girl," Albedo cooed.

Perhaps feeding you cum was another one of his newfound fetish.

Choosing depravity upon waking up was not new to you. However, choosing Albedo as the target of your early morning horny thoughts was a first. You took a peek at your game to see Albedo peering back at you with his lovely teal eyes.

"Good morning, Albedo," you said to which Albedo took his clipboard and began to doodle.

You chuckled to yourself. Were you seriously going to lewd the stoic Chief Alchemist?

No.

Is what you said but when you looked at Albedo, all you could think about was how you wanted him inside your pussy.

It couldn't be helped.

With Albedo in mind, you closed your eyes, spread your legs and began to tease your clit. The moment you peered at him, jolts of pleasure coursed through your body making you cum immediately.

"Ah - Albedo, shit...!" you squealed as your orgasm crashed down on you.

Well, that was quick. How horny were you exactly?

You sighed, coming down from your high. Who would have thought using Albedo as shlick material was effective? Meanwhile, behind the screen, Albedo wished you put on a longer show.

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Hello, it has been a while, hasn't it? I don't have my own PC with me so I'm writing via mobile. I must say it's quite difficult. 😅

And this thing right here was supposed to be BEFORE The Wanderer's banner. But... Poof!

I believe this is my first time writing smut for the balladeer (Not Scaramouche. Venti - because he claims he sings ballads thus he should be the rightful owner of the title "Balladeer"). Congratulations, Venti, you now have your own smut from me! 🤩

So why did I write for these four men? It's because they are my usual line-up! Although sometimes I use Kazuha instead of Venti.

Anyway.

To whoever read this, thank you for your time. Here, have some ripe apple. 🍎

Links : Pinned Post, SAGAU/Reverse Isekai concept, Venti requesting to make a smut fic about him

** Correction on Venti's header. I accidentally removed "!! V" from "!! Venti".

So... I tried to update this using Tumblr app but the spacing were removed!? 👀😡! So here I am, updating it via Android Google Chrome. 🥲 Sorry for the inconvenience.

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Mob Protag Ichigo and the Puppet Master (UraIchi Isekai Idea :3 )

So yeah, for anyone who's read my first idea with the Kurosaki Fam Isekai, they'll know all the stuff that has inspired this and that I've already mentioned an idea with a Mob Character!Ichigo and a Puppet Master Benihime (AKA Urahara Kisuke)

Let us set the scene :3

How will Ichigo go to a fantasy world, especially with how he is? Well, as Ichigo was growing up, one of his sisters was really, really sick; they weren't sure if she was going to make it tbh. Ichigo did all he could, but being a little guy, there wasn't much he could do. One day, he came upon a weird being who said they could grant wishes; Ichigo immediately asks if they can make his little sister healthy. The being said yes after a moment, but it will cost him a peaceful afterlife. Ichigo takes the deal, the being is admittedly touched by this child's goodness and unselfish desire, because for such a sweet child, they know of death and the loss it brings already. So the being actually doesn't twist the wish like so many others he does, letting the children live out their natural lifespans in peace.

All is well, until a 17 year old Ichigo saves his other sister and her friend from dying to a truck. Our World's Divine Being is like; damn, you still had way, way more life span and time than you should have to had died now... but since you have a contract, I can't just let you survive :/ eh, I'll use it to at least give you perks to survive your reincarnation in that hell hole. (not to mention how they too are actually touched, they're a sucker for loving families)

Ichigo: wut

Godly Being: *throws a book series and some powers at him* Wish you luck out there!

After feeling just a bit violated and like someone was digging around in his head and blood, Ichigo wakes up in an abandoned house in some modern looking steampunk like city. Looking around he doesn't have much but some basics for survival, weird as heck items, and a book series. Not much to do, he reads the series, which answers a whole lot of questions even as makes Ichigo scowl like a thundercloud.

See, this is a very, very dark fantasy like series, it's gonna have all the canon Bleach fighting and gore but with magical surprises and such, with a very, very bittersweet ending. It's kinda like a modern setting meets with a very eco-friendly way because the world will crush those it sees trying to abuse it (mother nature don't play around here) so it's kinda steam/water/wind/solarpunk. Don't know who I want as the OG Story's protag to be, maybe Rukia or one of the Karakura Kids, but it follows them in a world were contracts/pacts/deals with spiritual beings is over everything; it can be with weapons, it can be with bloodlines or any such. Not all pacts and such are unequal, some in fact are real and true bonds, the pact bound loyal to their contractors to obsession... others, it is is very much a thing of slavery and torture, which can go both ways depending on what was exactly contracted.

Ichigo goes about trying to figure out his own contract/pact thing, which while so long ago, is just something he has never been able to forget, seemingly inscribed onto his very soul in a way. He knows he was picked because his soul was the most compatible for the spirits the being wanted for him, and he already knows its going to change his body as well, but it still confuses him.

(maybe something like;

A mix of holy power and darkness that would find most be consumed,

Flames properly controlled that can reach the moon,

Cut it from the sky and devour it if so desired,

But yet all one wants is to protect their own wary lost and life tired,

For One such as you a power so great is to be entrusted,

It will find you, change you, leave your life chain broken and rusted,

In Time it will be shown if you can make this power your own,

But already, your fate has sown.)

(LOL, this is Ichigo, he's gonna break his fate and make friends with his Hallow and Ossan, because I love the idea of the three together again in this au :3 later tho)

But yeah, so Ichigo is figuring things out, especially with controlling his body once more because his strength went a bit wonky, but I also like the idea of a different weapon Ichigo if that makes sense? Like, he will still be an op power house, but the thought of him using spells and martial arts makes me grin evilly? Like, with his Hollow more bonded later, he can make claws come out to rip soft bellies apart and such. And Ossan just insists he learn a bow for those times he needs long range and such, even if he gets a bit despairing when Ichigo occasionally gets too frustrated and just throws the damn arrow (all three in Ichigo's head are quiet whenever the move proves highly effective, which is always.) Oh, but now I can't help but think of Childe from Genshin Impact's fighting style :D maybe instead of blades though, Ichigo switches to a hand to hand with bracers of some sort covering his arms that are hard as fuck, easy to move around in because of magic.

But ah, getting sidetracked again, this all comes later down; for now, Ichigo is still figuring shit out, avoiding protagonists and co because yeah, people not protected by plot armor tend to die really, really messily around them and he still can't do jack right now (doesn't mean he doesn't do what he can, even if its just simple things like helping the elderly, making sure kids get home safe, or even knocking out some regular thugs harassing some ladies.

Ichigo, despite all his scowls and looks, still draws people in with his kindness and protective nature in this dark, lonely otherworld.)

Its as he's helping someone shopping, this sweet little lady who goes on and on about her sweet grandbaby, that Ichigo goes to the Urahara Shoten for the first time; not much gets his attention, besides the fact that the protagonist has only been here once or twice in the early chapters for some odds or ends, this place being some mixture of candy/pawn/tea shop.

But then something in the shop resonates with him; with his very soul. Looking around, Ichigo tells the sweet grandma he'll be right back, and call him when she's done, to which she gives a cheerful reply before Ichigo goes off, looking high and low before he finds a strange book and block with it, like a set. Picking it up, it just feels so damn right... till he looks at the price tag and cringes. While he has odd jobs here and there to help him out, it's just enough money for him to live with since he doesn't have to worry about rent with his questionable abandoned house, covering his food expenses and the public bath fee.

"Find something you like dear customer?" is said from behind him, which makes Ichigo jump like a few feet into the air, clutching his book and block set to his chest, before turning to the one who startled him.

And so thus the first meeting with Urahara Kisuke, Geta-boshi as Ichigo likes to call him. After a bit of back and forth between the two, Ichigo admits he can't afford the book and block set, too which Urahara merely hums, eyes oddly shadowed from his hat as he considers that. one thing leads to another and somehow Ichigo not only gets the set but even a steady job at the shop, even if his paycheck will be cut because of said set. And sure, Geta-boshi is sus as fuck, but Ichigo doesn't sense any ill will from the man, not too mention the man even helps him with understanding the book, a soul book as its called, which strengthens souls and their contracts, enabling them to get a growing weapon called an Asauchi that transforms with the soul. Its not bad.

On Kisuke's part, he is actually pretty intrigued by Kurosaki, this youth who carries the potential of a predator but the heart of a protector, actually reacting to the soul book and Asauchi Kisuke had made more for curiosity and boredom then to actually make a functional weapon. Not to mention just how much fun it is too mess with Ichigo, the boy shows he has a clever mind and a strength that just seems to constantly grow more and more. Kisuke is actually considering just how he can possibly use this youth for his goals, wondering if he can be the chest piece he needs to finally topple the king in this game between Puppet Master Benihime and Greater Lord Aizen.

Ichigo does know about Puppet Master Benihime from the story, they were a neutral character only focused on making sure the world would not collapse, no matter the amount that would be needed to be sacrificed in the end. But in the story, it only ever showed Benihime herself, never even mentioning that she was actually contracted, and 100% loyal to said contractor, so Ichigo has no clue about just how scary his mentor is at first, besides when the man actually did finally spar with him and Ichigo couldn't even get a hit on him. In this world, these two have a bit more time, a bit more room to act, and with it they bond, much to Kisuke great surprise even as he still plans to use him.

So things happen, things are reveled, discoveries are had, and Kisuke goes to Ichigo, confirming that he knows.

And then he kneels before this youth; he kneels and apologizes, thinking and knowing in his soul he's done something unforgiveable, thinking he won't be forgiven and fine with that as long as Ichigo still lives well... only for Ichigo to actually forgive, just like that, just because he could tell Kisuke meant it, scowling still but most of all accepting.

Its a good thing Kisuke was already kneeling because that alone would have made him bow just from the sheer acceptance and warmth Ichigo just seems to shine with. Ichigo has no idea just what he's done, who's utter loyalty and trust he has secured, and Kisuke will kill, die, and live for this boy, he just has to say the word. Even with all the people Ichigo has gathered, from villains to protagonist, people who are loyal and true if to no one else but him, Kisuke feels blessed he can be included, can be trusted even over the others to always remain at Ichigo's back and protect it no matter what.

In return, Ichigo looks up to Kisuke as both a mentor, ally, friend, and after an interesting dream, a damn annoying crush he can not get rid of, going strong for years (no longer a crush then but let him deny it for a bit). Parts of him wants to devour this man whole, never share him with the world, but Ichigo is such a being of freedom he could never dream to rip such a thing from someone else. (Kisuke being Kisuke wouldn't mind if its Ichigo tho >:3 All Ichigo has to do is ask, and this man would give him the world, Benihime right behind him.)

I feel like this story would be a slow burn but not if that makes sense? like, there is a tension from the very beginning of the story to Demi-romantic/sexual Ichigo's awakening of shit, so that's what that feels like (Fight me on this, I will defend it to the grave Very Demi!Ichigo)

But yeah, so far that's it for my Bleach Ideas :D hope you enjoyed them and stuff.

#Bleach #bleach au #ichigo kurosaki #kisuke urahara #uraichi #Mob Character Ichigo

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Leaving Morals Behind: Kent x fem!reader SMUT

Warnings: NSFW, smut (MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI), age gap (older man-younger woman. Reader is ALWAYS +18), AFAB!reader, p in v sex, rough sex, oral sex (male receiving), masturbation, choking (the good kind 😏) , the ol' cheatin' with the babysitter trope, dom!Kent, sub!reader, degrading, infidelity (duh), swearing, slow burn, mentions of PTSD, reader tries so hard to be a good person lol, there are some feeling in this, probably some grammatical errors

Word Count: 7724 Words

A/N: Okay, I know, infidelity is wrong, cheating is wrong, I wouldn't cheat on my partner, and I'd hope to God he wouldn't cheat on me, my mama always said married men are off limits...but y'all are lying if you said you wouldn't become a homewrecking whore for this man. I'd happily be this man's fucktoy if Jodi ain't givin' it up lol. Please leave all morals at the "read more" line, you will be able to pick them back up at the end of the fic. Keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times, and away we go!

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You always thought you were a good person, or at least you always tried to be. You liked to be liked, giving and getting respect and rewards. Always wanting to be friends with a strong moral compass you never strayed from. So when you had inherited your grandfather's old farm and had to move to Stardew Valley, you were none the wiser that it was going to be a test of your good nature.

A test you were going to fail at.

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Stardew Valley was beautiful, at least you thought so. Sure it wasn't as big and bustling as the city you were used to, but you didn't mind. No, the only problem you had was money.

The farm was a fixer upper, that was for sure. You knew you would have to get some seeds and maybe some animals to make money, but all you were concerned with was making the home look like a home.

And food. You needed food.

Whelp, looks like it was job hunting time for you.

Unfortunately you didn't even know where to start.

"Wow, so mom was right," the sound of a male voice causes you to turn. Behind you was a man about your age with blonde hair. "Someone did move into the old man's place."

Of course, that's where you would start. Being nice as you always were.

"Hi, I'm Y/N. Uh, this was apparently my grandpa's farm," you hold your hand out for him to shake. He takes it, but looks at you weird.

"You didn't know?"

"Uh, well no. I wasn't very close with him. I think I only knew him when I was a toddler," you truly didn't remember, then again your family was never close with their own. "So, you gotta name?"

"Oh yeah, sorry. I'm Sam."

Well, so far so good.

"Well, Sam, you wouldn't happen to know if anyone here has a help wanted sign or something. Kind of, uh...need to get this place fixed up."

He thinks for a moment.

"Eh, not sure. But hey, why don't I show you around? I'm sure you'll find something!"

With that, you followed Sam around, even getting to know him a bit more. You found him relatively likable, but you didn't really support his dislike for authority. Of course, you felt disappointment bubbling within you due to small towns typically meaning little opportunities. At the sight of your defeated face, Sam sighs.

"Look...there's someplace that is hiring, but it kinda sucks."

"Psh, I just need enough money for food and get the farm looking like, well, an actual farm."

"Yeah, it really does look like a shithole," at that, you punch his shoulder. "Ow! Okay, sorry. Look, I work at Jojamart, it's this big business that moved in recently, and they're always looking for workers. I don't like it, but if you can put up with it, then I'll take you there."

To make a long story short, you told Sam to lead you there.

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You tried to get by on such a humble paycheck, but operation "fix up your new farm" was going slower than you'd like. On the bright side, at least your friendship with Sam was going well. You viewed him as the brother you never had, and he viewed you as the sister he never had. Not to mention he had introduced you to his friends Sebastian and Abigail, although the latter was more agreeable and welcoming to your kindness.

About a month or two of you living in Pelican Town had passed, Sam had asked if you wanted to go out drinking with him. He even added that it was his treat since you said you didn't want to spend your paycheck on anything that wasn't a necessity. He clearly had something he wanted to talk to you about and you alone, considering Sebastian and Abigail weren't present like usual.

"So...any reason you wanted to drag me out for a drink?" swirling your glass and watching the drink that moved within.

"First of all, you need it. You've been working for six months straight."

"I have not! And for your information, I can handle the responsibilities of a job. You can't even bear working for an hour." you quipped.

"Not true. I can't handle working two hours, thank you very much."

"Heh, okay okay," you prepared to take a sip of your drink. "So, what's the second thing?"

"How good are you with kids?"

You nearly choke on your drink and let out a laugh of disbelief.

"Wha-What kinda question is that?" your laugh makes Sam let out a nervous chuckle.

"Yeah, that does sound weird, huh?"

"You don't say."

He clears his throat, before explaining himself.

"Look, my mom's been stressed. Especially since my dad's been deployed. I gotta kid brother that she always worries about, and leave yours truly to babysit. Besides, you said you've been looking for a second job, anyways."

It's true. With the humble paycheck Joja was giving you, it was hard to get the farm fixed up, hence why you never went out drinking with Sam and his friends.

"It won't be much, but my mom really needs the break. Even if it's just for a day," the blonde looks at you pleadingly.

"Any little bit helps," you nod. "You sure your mom would be okay with a total stranger watching her kid?"

"Believe me, you're not a stranger to her. I've talked about so much that she thinks we're dating," he jokes.

"Ew!" you did a fake shudder at that, even making a goofy grossed out face.

"I know!" he lets out his own playful noise of disgust, before collecting himself. "So, uh, what do you say? Think you can put up with my little brother."

"Of course I can. I've babysat more kids than I can count before moving here. You have got yourself a deal, Samson." you held your hand out to shake on it.

Sam gave you an annoyed look that made you laugh. He hated being called by his full name, which you reveled in. Still, he shook your hand, sealing the deal.

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You told Sam that you would show up at his place the following Saturday. Upon meeting his mother Jodi and his little brother Vincent, you liked them just as quickly as you liked him. Jodi did look as exhausted as her eldest son described, and was trying to turn you away from babysitting her youngest. Not because she didn't trust you, but because she felt she didn't have the money you deserved for taking time out of your day to watch the little boy that was eagerly asking you all sorts of questions.

You just told her what you told Sam, any little bit helped no matter how small. Besides, you were quickly taking a liking to Vincent. In fact, you would say that he was one of the cutest kids you'd ever babysat.

And so, after standing your ground, the woman caved, and asked her youngest son if he would like you to watch over him.

The answer was a resounding "yes".

So she left, leaving the two of you alone in the home.

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"What are you doing?" Vincent asked, watching you tidy up the living room of the home.

"Just cleaning the room up a bit. Wanna help me? you had decided to indulge the child's love for insects, making sure he didn't get too dirty. At least, to the best of your abilities. He still needed to wash his hands afterwards. As such, you decided to assist Jodi even more by picking the house up a bit.

"I thought only mom cleaned?" he cocked his head to the side.

"Everyone cleans, kiddo. A nice home means a nice life," you moved to the kitchen to do some dishes.

"Is that true?" he asked.

"Mmhm, it is. Come on, you can help me dry dishes."

"But isn't that boring?" he still followed you into the kitchen despite his question.

"It doesn't have to be. How about I tell you a story while we work? Sound good?" you knelt down to be at eye level with the kid.

"Okay...but only if you let me have gummies afterwards."

"Whatever you say kiddo. Just don't tell your mother about the "gummy" part, kay?" you ruffled his hair and moved a chair closer to the sink for him to stand on.

He pulled himself onto the chair, and you began to tell a story you remembered from your childhood.

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You were coming up on a year of living in Stardew Valley, and your farm didn't look like it's former self at all. Now, you had crops of your own, as well as a couple of hens. As such, you quit your job at Jojamart, now selling your wares, but you still babysat Vincent at least once a week.

You loved the kid just as you loved Sam: as another brother you never had. Jodi was still apologetic with the small amount of money she paid you, but you no longer cared. You weren't babysitting her younger son for money anymore, now you were doing it because you wanted to. Besides, you enjoyed helping the overworked woman out with cleaning up the house a bit.

As such, it allowed her to repay you by joining her family for dinner. It was nice eating with what you now would consider a surrogate family, now that you were so far away from your own. In fact, both Jodi and Vincent had finally stopped calling you and Sam a couple, which was nice.

Yes, your good nature and morals was certainly still shining through, and rewarding you in the end.

That was until he showed up.

You were eating some of Jodi's lentil soup for supper that night. While Vincent complained about it, you told him that if you could eat it, he could eat it. So he sucked it up.

Meanwhile, Sam was discussing a song he was writing with Sebastian asking for your ideas. The ideas you gave ranged from serious to jokey.

It was all going so well, until the front door opened.

You all turned your heads to look at who it was. Though you never met him, you knew just who you were looking at. Sam, Vincent, and Jodi all told you about Kent. You knew he was in the military, and how his family had worried about him. He was loved, and everyone's words made you want to meet him when he got back from his deployment.

Now though, you felt small as his eyes fell upon you. He was analyzing you, a stranger in his home, despite clearly being on good terms with his family.

You wanted to excuse yourself early, now no longer hungry as you were intruding on what should have been a nice moment of a family reuniting.

Of course, after Kent found out you were both Sam's best friend and Vincent's babysitter, he stopped staring daggers at you like you had just burnt his most valued possessions. He even offered you his hand to shake, which you noticed was rough and large compared to yours.

After being properly introduced to him, you voiced that you were going to leave, coming up with the excuse that your crops needed tending to.

As you walked home, you decide to stay away from Sam's place for a bit, wanting him and his family to have a proper reunion with the patriarch of the house.

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It had been a few days since that dinner, and you were still following your decision. You still hung out with Sam, and Jodi and Vincent always said "hi" to you when you passed by them in town square, but you still didn't want to intrude.

So you spent these past days walking around Pelican Town, after tending to your crops and hens. You loved taking in the scenery and waving hello to any of the villagers that you'd greet. You also just love getting lost in your thoughts.

"Hey, uh, Y/N!"

You jump at the sound of a rough, male voice calling your name. You turn around and see Kent walking towards you. He doesn't seem as cold as he was when you first met him. As such, you got a better look at the older man now that you weren't frozen under his gaze.

He looked like an older, more handsome and rugged version of Sam. Also more muscular too, at least from what you could tell despite the clothes.

"H-Hi," you still can't help but be shy around him.

"Look...I'm sorry about our first meeting. I noticed you were kinda shaken up after it," he rubs the back of his neck, clearly feeling a bit guilty about it.

"It's okay. You didn't know me. You just wanted to eat and sleep I imagine, right?"

"Yeah," he nods and sighs. "Still, why don't we start over, clean slate."

He holds his large hand out for you to shake once more. You smile sheepishly, and take it.

"Clean slate," you agreed.

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Clean slate was right. After that day, everything in your world went back to normal. You got to babysit Vincent again, and you felt welcomed to hang out and eat supper at Sam's place too.

However, you quickly noticed that things were a bit rocky in his world. He would talk about how he was happy to have his dad back, but noticed that he seemed so standoffish, Vincent would even complain that he didn't play with him anymore. Jodi never spoke on the matter, but you assumed that she understood the seriousness on the matter. You certainly did.

Before moving to Stardew Valley, you had a huge interest in psychology, taking classes in both high school and college. You even had plans of becoming a psychologist. Funny how those plans changed.

The point is, you had an idea what Kent was going through. Being a soldier certainly wasn't easy. You had no doubts in your mind that he had seen and done things most couldn't even bear.

Whenever you would walk around town, you'd notice that he would stand under trees a lot, all by himself and deep in thought. Sure, he'd smile and wave at you when you'd pass by, but you knew that there was a disturbance inside his head. You wondered if he wanted someone to talk to. Then again, you didn't want to be pushy. Besides, you were just a family friend that he was only starting to get to know. There was only one way to find out.

Asking him.

You timed your walk perfectly with Kent heading out to stand under the tree just North of his home. He was a bit suspicious, considering you would usually take your walk later, but maybe you just felt like taking it sooner.

"Afternoon, Y/N," he greeted and continued on his way.

"Hey, Kent," you chirped.

"You're taking your walk early."

"Yeah, I didn't have much to do today. Why sit inside waiting for the clock to strike when you can just do it now, right?"

"I guess," he tenses up a bit when he notices you aren't breaking away from him like usual. Maybe you were just in a friendly mood. "So, uh, how's the farm coming?"

"Oh, it's going great! You should've seen it before I cleaned it up. You wouldn't even recognize it.

"Maybe...this town hasn't changed much since I left."

His jaw is tight and he clearly is starting to get lost in thought. Now was your chance.

"Are you okay?" you ask.

"I'm fine," he says quickly.

Alright, that didn't give you much to work with.

"Do you...do you want me to leave you alone?" you clearly aren't buying his words.

Kent sighs, deeply.

"Y/N, listen, don't you have something better to do than waste time following me around?"

Resistance, that was to be expected. Still, you would try one more time. If he continued to push you away, then that would be it. You would leave him alone.

"I know you're not fine, Kent. I can't imagine what you're going through, but I just want you to know that I'll listen to you if you need me to. But if you want me to leave you alone, then I will."

He stares at you intensely. He's both analyzing your words, and deciding if he wants to talk. You continue to look up at him, patience evident on your face. Eventually, he takes a deep breath and begins to speak.

"You like listening to other people's problems?"

"I like being there for people if they want me to, however they want me to. So, if you want me to leave, I will."

"Heh, a farmer, a babysitter, and a shrink. Is there anything else you can do that I don't know about?" he really doesn't want to give you a straightforward answer. Unfortunately for him, you were more stubborn than you let on. At your lack of backing down, he just looks away from you.

"It just doesn't feel right....Like I can't go back to normal no matter how hard I try. I'm happy to be home...but I hate that I can't just go back to who I was before...," he trails off.

Well that's shocking. You were really expecting him to tell you to "fuck off". Still, you'll take it.

"Have you tried talking to someone about this? Jodi?" you push a bit, seeing how responsive he'll be. Luckily, he replies to your question.

"No one here gets it, so why should I? Besides, Jodi just wants to pretend that everything is still great, so why should I ruin that? Hell, why am I even telling you this, anyways?" he runs a hand through his hair, frustration evident at the matter.

"Only you know the answer to that, Kent. I'm not gonna tell you what you should and shouldn't do, or how you should feel," you hesitantly hold your hand up to touch his arm." I'm just here if you want someone to just listen to you."

You're both silent now. Neither of you know what you want to say. Still, your hand is resting reassuringly on his arm, which he doesn't shove off. Finally, the older man sighs.

"Look, just...," he thinks about what he wants to say. "Just know that you don't have to waste your time listening to me, okay."

You give him a sympathetic smile.

"It's not wasting my time, if I'm just doing what I wanna do," you squeeze his arm gently before letting it go. "I just want to be there for you, Kent. Just like with Sam, and Jodi, and Vincent....And I'll do it however you all want me to."

He glances at you, before giving you a shadow of a smile.

"You're too nice of a person. You know that, Y/N?"

"So I've been told," you giggle.

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'You were just being nice,' you thought. It seems like those five words had become your mantra ever since that day.

You were just being nice while you listened to Kent open up about whatever he felt comfortable with telling you.

You were just being nice when you would reassuringly touch his arm and speak so sweetly to him.

You were just being nice when you would give him gifts he loved, while the rest of his family would only get gifts that they liked.

And it was just a coincidence that you started wearing more dresses now, because he would always compliment you when you wore them.

Everything even got to the point where Kent would visit you at your farm to help move things that were too heavy for you, when you had complained about whatever you were having trouble with. You didn't want him to strain himself, but he insisted. He said it was because he was repaying you for always being there for his family.

So yes, you were just being nice when you would watch him move objects around, always wearing a white tank top that showed off his arms, or even forfeiting the shirt entirely.

You were just being nice, because you were just making sure he didn't pass out from heat stroke, hence why you gave him towels, ice cold lemonade, or even offered your shower to him.

This wasn't because you desired the older man. No, of course not. How could you? He was not only married with a family, but you were friends with his family. Sure he was attractive, and sure he cared about you, but you'd never pursue anything with him. You weren't a homewrecker.

You weren't. Even when your brain would betray you and make you dream about Kent in situations that ranged from wholesome, with him kissing you while standing under one of the many trees he stood under, to down right pornographic with him pinning you down to any surface and fucking your brains out. Nope, you couldn't be into him. Even when you would wake up from those dreams with butterflies in your stomach or damp panties.

No. You couldn't. After all, would you really be into him if a cold shower washed those thoughts away? Would you really be into him if you still hung out with him and his family? Of course not.

You were just being nice.

Well, that was until one wet dream you had one night.

'You were babysitting Vincent like always. You were helping him study for a science test he had that Friday. You supposed you could add tutor to that list of farmer, babysitter, and shrink.

Suddenly, both Jodi and Kent entered the home. The boy at your side got up from your spot on the floor and ran into his mother's arms. She said that he had a doctor's appointment, which was odd because you could've sworn Vincent's doctor's appointment had passed. Still, they both left, leaving you and the older man alone in the home.

He walked into the dinning room, and called for you to follow him. You did what you were told, only to have his hand wrapped around your throat. You could still breathe, but it didn't stop you from jumping.

Kent now had you pinned up against the dining room table, calling you a "dirty homewrecker" and a "filthy whore", and with his hand under the skirt of your dress.

The next thing you knew, you were bent over the table, your skirt flipped up and your panties ripped off, all while the older man behind you used your body like you were nothing but a sex doll.

Fuck, it felt amazing. You had never had your body used like that before, but you were already addicted to it. Especially as you felt your orgasm coming closer...and closer...and....'

You woke up, panties completely soaked and your pussy craving attention. It was at that moment in your lust filled mind that you thought one thing: fuck it.

No cold shower was gonna take care of this, and you decided that you were done lying to yourself. You were done with being nice all the time. You wanted Kent, and you didn't give a fuck about his wife and sons.

So, you slipped your hand down your body and underneath the waistband of your pajama shorts and panties.

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Little did you know that Kent wasn't exactly having the most platonic thoughts about you, either. Though it did take him a bit longer than you for him to have his own "fuck it" moment.

You were so beautiful, attentive, sweet, almost innocent in his eyes. And as such, he also just assumed that all of the actions you had done for him, was just you being nice.

That's why he would go over to your farm to help you. He was just repaying your kindness. He was just being nice.

He didn't want you. No, how could he? He loved his wife, he had a family. And you? Innocent, sweet little you? You couldn't have wanted him. You were a good girl, not a homewrecker. No, he didn't desire you at all.

Even when his brain betrayed him by playing dreams of you as his little wife instead. Coming home to you, loving you, taking you out on dates. Nope, that longing feeling he felt after waking up from these dreams was something else.

After all, would he really be into you if a cold shower washed those thoughts away, or if he could still look you or his family in the eye. Of course not.

You were just being nice.

That was until he had his own wet dream about you.

'He was sitting in a field with you, which was odd considering how open fields make him uncomfortable, but you looking at him so lovingly seemed to make him forget that.

Something he noticed was that you were wearing a dress, as you seem to be wearing dresses a lot nowadays, except this one left little to the imagination. The skirt hardly covered your ass, and the top put your cleavage on full display. You, however, seemed completely unaware of your revealing outfit.

The next thing Kent knew, your dress was off, and apparently you weren't wearing a bra or panties underneath. He was also hovering above you, with his hand wrapped around your throat. Despite this, you were looking up at him, completely blissed out. As if this dream couldn't get any better, you let out the most adorable moans while he fucked you.

What started off with what could've been interpreted at "love making" quickly transformed into something more primal. And he loved it. Especially as his orgasm got closer...and closer...and....'

He woke up, except unlike you, he woke up in the middle of the night, with his wife peacefully sleeping beside him. He couldn't take a cold shower, and he couldn't go back to sleep now that he was almost painfully hard. There was only one thing he could do.

'Fuck it,' he thought, before getting up to head to the bathroom, after making sure everyone in the house was asleep.

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Neither of you made a move. How could you? You didn't know if Kent desired you, and he didn't know if you desired him. Besides, there was the whole, oh, you know, married with a family issue. Still, that didn't stop you from wanting to be a bit subtle on the matter, now wearing dresses that had shorter skirts or emphasized your cleavage, and touching him a bit more.

Everything didn't come to a halt though, until you had asked him to come over whenever he could to help move something heavy. Apparently, that meant Kent coming over on what felt like the hottest day of the summer. As such, you decided to set up your sprinkler in case he needed to cool down while he worked. Oh yeah, and so you had an excuse to run around in your bathing suit in front of him.

When he saw you, he was taken aback by seeing more of you than he was used to, even looking away to focus on the task at hand. That clearly didn't last long, as you felt his eyes back on you while you bent over a bit to splash the cool water from the sprinkler onto your face.

"Alright, move over. I need to cool down more than you," the older man jests.

You look up at him and smirk, moving aside.

"Go ahead."

Kent stands and sighs, as droplets of water fall unto him. While he's distracted, you grab the sprinkler and hold it towards him, causing him to get hit in the face with a rush of water. You place it back down and laugh at his startled reaction. Unfortunately, this gave him enough time to replicate what you did to him.

"Eek! Kent, stop!" you squeal out, trying to shield your body from the sprinkler's cold blasts.

"Nope! Not until you say you're sorry," he playfully sneers.

"Ah! Okay! Okay, I'm sorry!" at that, he puts the sprinkler back onto the grass. "Truce?"

You hold out your hand, which he shakes.

"Truce."

"I'm sorry about making you come out here. Especially on the hottest day of the summer," you do feel a bit guilty about the whole thing, despite flaunting your body in your bathing suit.

"You know I don't mind. I'm always happy to help you out."

"I know...," you begin, deciding to make a move now. You make your way closer to Kent before giving him your best "bedroom eyes". "I just wish there was something I could do to repay you."

You drag your fingertips up his arm, which causes him to tense up. His eyes widen at your actions, and he backs up from you.

'Oh, shit.'

You quickly drop your hand to your side. Your face begins to heat up with embarrassment and shame. You try to get out an apology, but all that comes out are stuttered phrases.

"...I see," Kent grabs his jacket and walks out of your backyard. All you can do is just stand there, humiliated.

You raise your hands up to your face and take a deep breath, ashamed of yourself.

'Oh, Yoba, what have I done?"

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After that event, you couldn't even look at yourself in the mirror. What was wrong with you? How could you do that? You tried to seduce a married man. A man who you were close with, and had a family you were close with. And now he knew just what a horrible person you were. Hell, it felt like everyone in Pelican Town knew, despite them not treating you any differently. In fact, Jodi and Vincent still would greet you anytime they passed you, and Sam still would invite you out to drink with him and his friends. And every time, you had to put on a mask like you were still a good person, like you didn't try to destroy their family.

You also never saw Kent after that day, but you were purposely trying to ignore him. How could you face him? He seemed pretty pissed off at your actions, not wanting to associate with someone like you.

You were actually considering moving back home. What was once someplace you felt welcomed in, now felt suffocating. Everyone knew, they had to.

It was evening now, and you were doing everything you could to ignore your thoughts and how much of a miserable human being you were.

The sound of your phone ringing rips you from your task, and you almost feel like just letting the caller on the other end give up trying to reach you. Guilt pulls you to answer it though, because if you are going to try and feel less miserable about yourself, why ignore someone who may have needed you. So you answer, lifting the device up to your ear.

"H-Hello?"

"Y/N," the voice on the other end greets. You feel your blood run cold as you recognize who it is.

"Kent...wh-what can I do for you?" you swallow, nervously.

"Sorry that this seems short notice. I was gonna take Jodi out for drinks and Sam's off with his buddies somewhere. Do you mind watching Vincent for a bit?" he doesn't sound pissed off or tense, like you expected. That does melt your nerves a bit.

"Y-Yeah, sure. Um, I'll be over there in a bit."

"Good."

And just like that, the line goes dead. You take a deep breath. You were just going to watch Vincent, that was all. Maybe this was your road to redemption. Maybe your little stunt that hot day was going to become water under the bridge. So after composing yourself, you head on over to the home you had been avoiding.

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It seems like the distance between your farm and Sam's place had gotten shorter during your trek. You actually just stare at his front door wondering if you should just turn around and head back. No, you had to try and reconstruct your shattered, good nature. Flaking on people who needed you was not going to help. So you knock on the door just as you used to.

Unfortunately, Kent greets you when the front door opens, though you didn't know if greeting Jodi would've been any better.

"Come in," he says, shortly.

You walk in and the older man closes the door behind you. You wait for Vincent to come greet you like he always does when you babysit, but you can't hear the sound of his footsteps getting rapidly closer, nor do you hear his voice. In fact, the whole house was quiet.

"Kent, where is everyone?" you ask, feeling nervous.

"Gone," he says, before walking into his kitchen.

"Wha-gone? What do you mean 'gone'?" you hesitantly follow him. He is leaning up against one of the counters, thinking.

"Jodi took the boys out for a little vacation. I stayed behind," he still doesn't look at you.

"I-I...why?" everything is beginning to feel weirdly dreamlike.

"Because we need to talk," his eyes finally fell on you. "And you haven't been giving me much of an opportunity."

"Sorry...," your voice is small, and you look down at your feet. As much as you don't want to face this talk, you know that getting it out of the way may make things better.

"'Sorry' is right. You pull that little stunt all those days ago, and then avoid me," wait what?

You look up and notice that Kent is much closer to you now. You freeze up a bit, but feel confused that he doesn't look angry with you.

"Tell me, sweetheart," he leans a bit closer to you. "Do you normally fool around with married men?"

The question takes you by surprise and your cheeks heat up.

"I-I...no," it's the only thing that comes to your mind, which now feels empty.

"Clearly," he holds your face so you are forced to look at him. "You have a bad habit of working me up, where people could see or hear us. Do you want everyone to know that we're fooling around, hm?"

You don't speak, still frozen and tense. Kent sighs, letting your face go and moving away from you.

"Of course...you don't want that anymore, do you?" he turns his back to you. "If you don't want to, then you're free to go."

"W-wait...y-you...?" you let out a frustrated sigh, trying to compose yourself and ask what you wanted to ask. "You mean...you weren't mad at me."

"Of course not. I was just surprised and needed to think," he glances over his shoulder." Now, answer my question, Y/N: do you want this or not?"

Well, here you were. A crossroad. You could either try to rebuild your moral compass, or you damage it permanently. And you know what? The fog in your brain and the dampness that was forming in your panties was going to keep you from walking out that door. This was going to end in two ways: just getting a taste of what you've been dreaming about so you could move on, or becoming addicted to it entirely.

Kent's back is still to you, and a smirk forms on your face. You begin to remove your clothes as quietly as you could. You regret not not wearing a dress as it would've made this so much easier, but your guilty mind had sworn to not wear them anymore. Funny how that was going to change.

"You know what?" you drawl, waiting for the older man to turn back and look at you. He does, and a smirk forms on his own face as his eyes fall upon you, now only clothed in your bra and panties. "I don't think I'd mind fooling around a bit."

"Clearly," he makes his way back towards you, but this time he wraps one of his hands around your throat, squeezing it lightly. "Heh...and here I thought you were a good girl. Looks like I was wrong though, huh?"

You shamelessly whine at the feeling of him mildly choking you, reminding you of one of your many impure dreams about the older man.

"Yeah, you aren't a good girl at all," Kent's other hand wanders to your back, pulling you closer to him and undoing your bra. "You're just a filthy whore, right?"

You bite your lip, a nice quip for his comment forming in your mind.

"I'm your filthy whore," you correct, which causes the older man to chuckle darkly.

"Oh yeah?" he asks, which causes you to nod. "We'll see about that."

He suddenly lifts you up, causing you to wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. You are carried to his bedroom. As if the situation couldn't get any more taboo, he was now going to fuck you on the same bed he shared with his wife.

Kent closes the door behind him out of habit. Not that he had to worry about anyone bursting into the room. In fact, he was surprised how natural he was with this considering he and Jodi have hardly fucked since he got back.

There was no time to think about that though. Especially as you sat down on the edge of his bed in only your panties now, your eyes full of curiosity at what he was going to do to you.

"The fuck you think you're doing," he growls, which both startles and turns you on. "You think I'm just gonna let a whore like you get comfortable, just like that?"

"N-No sir," you whimper.

Kent's eyes don't move from you, his gaze as hard as it was the night he first met you. Even as he slowly begins to undress, his glare is still unmoving. As soon as his torso is bare, your eyes wander, taking in all of his muscle and scars.

"Come here."

"Hm? Wha-?"

"I said 'come here'. Don't make me have to fucking repeat myself," he crosses his arms across his chest.

You waste no time making your way over to him, only to be shoved to your knees. You look up at the older man and your mouth waters at what'll happen next.

Kent's hands move to his belt, undoing it and pulling his pants and boxers down enough for his cock to spring free. Your eyes widen at his size, wondering if he'll even fit inside your pussy. Oh well, now's not the time to think about that, especially since you had a job to do.

"I take it I don't have to tell you what to do?" he asks.

You nod, taking his dick in your hands and jerking him off. You then begin to swirl your tongue around the tip, getting a feel for his length. Once you feel ready, you take the first few inches of his cock into your mouth, taking him as far as your gag reflexes would allow you.

Kent moves his hand to the back of your head, gripping your hair harshly. He tries to be nice and let you suck him off at your own pace, but impatience begins to consume him.

Eventually, he forces your head all the way down his dick, causing you to gag and for tears to form in the corners of your eyes. You ball your hands into fists and try to relax your throat, allowing the older man to fuck your mouth however he'd like.

And that's just what he does. He continues to use your mouth at a harsh pace, groaning with pleasure at such. Your panties are soaked, and you move one of your hands underneath the waistband to stroke your clit. Your moans add to the older man's satisfaction, and he looks down at you.

He loves what he sees. You with teary, half-lidded eyes, some saliva seeping from the corners of your mouth, and your hand touching yourself.

Suddenly, Kent pulls you off of his cock. While you're happy to have a breather and give your jaw a bit of a rest, you still feel disappointed that you aren't gonna feel him cum down your throat. As such, you remove your hand from your panties and look up at him confused.

"Don't let me stop you, sweetheart. In fact...," he pulls you up from the floor and moves you to the bed. Your panties are then ripped from your body, and the older man removes the rest of his clothes as well. "There... now why don't you continue playing with that pretty, little pussy of yours."

His words make you shiver and your wet hole to clench around nothing. You spread your legs and move your hand back to your cunt. You soak your fingers in your slick and go back to rubbing your clit. You tilt your head back , and breathy moans drip from your lips.

Kent takes in the sight of you. Despite wanting to fuck you right then and there, he still wanted to enjoy a bit of a show, especially as your moans grew louder. While you are distracted, he moves to his bedside table and rummages for a condom in the drawer. It's nice that they are finally going to get some use, now.

He moves back to you and grabs your hand, halting your motion. You whine in frustration, as you were on the verge of your release, but get cut off as you are flipped onto your stomach.

"On all fours. Now," he growls.

You waste no time getting onto your hands and knees, and feel the bed dip behind you. Kent gets into position, before ripping open the condom's packaging and rolling it onto his dick. He then lines himself up with your pussy, before pushing into you.

You cry out at the feeling of being stretched out and drop onto your forearms. The older man barely gives you time to adjust to his size before setting a harsh pace. You had never felt such an intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure in your life. Needy, high pitched moans leave your mouth at his cock thrusting in and out of you.

"Yeah? You like that, huh? You like getting fucked by married men?" he growls into your ear after leaning down so that his chest was to your back, still not halting his pace.

You try to respond, but it feels like the tip of his dick is hitting your cervix, which scrambles your sentences into sobs of pleasure.

"Of course-fuck! Of course, a dirty, little homewrecker like you does," he moans, while wrapping his hand around your neck once more.

Despite his degrading words, Kent is enjoying this as well. As horrible as it sounds, he does love the feeling of your tighter, younger pussy when comparing it to his wife's. Scratch that, he just preferred everything about you when compared to Jodi.

You listened to him, you were there for him, instead of just pretending that everything was okay. It could've helped that you never knew him before his deployment, or it could've been that you tackled things that were wrong instead of ignoring it.

At the moment though, he doesn't care. He'll think about it later, right now he has a job to do. Right now, your pretty, little cunt was tightening around him and your moans were now screams. You were going to cum, and he would let you, but not that easily.

Kent slows his pace and his thrusts become shallow. The sudden change causes you to whine in a combination of confusion and frustration.

"Aw, what? Did you really think I'd let a whore like you cum?" he chuckles cruelly at your desperate whimpers.

"K-Kent...please," you even try to push your hips back, but he tightens his hold on your neck, stopping you.

"Tell me, sweetheart. Why should I let you cum, hm?" he didn't expect you to give him a good answer. In fact, he didn't even care what you told him. He just wanted to hear you beg.

"P-Please, I-I'll do anything! Please!" you feel tears beginning to flow down your cheeks. After keeping you from cumming once, you didn't want him to deny you a second time.

"Aw, you're that desperate to cum, huh?" his faux sympathy makes you nod. "Hm, alright...I guess I'll be nice."

His pace changes to the harsh speed it was before, pulling a surprised moan from you. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, and you cum harder than you have ever had.

The feeling around his cock, makes Kent spill his own release into the condom. He wishes he didn't have to use it, but he knew the consequences if he didn't, and you both were already doing something that would have serious consequences if found out.

He pulls out of you, and your body goes limp. You are blissed out of your mind, and the bed underneath you feels comfortable. The older man decides to take the time to dispose of the condom, as well as look for any other potential evidence of his affair that would need to be taken care of.

He then returns back to the bedroom, lays down next to you, and starts petting your hair. It's gentle, which seems odd after he roughly fucked you, but you certainly weren't going to complain. You move to face him, and give him a dazed smile.

Kent smirks at your reaction, shifting his hand from your hair to your cheek, thinking while he stroked it.

"You need anything?" he breaks the pleasant silence. You just shake your head, and pull him closer.

You could stay the night. Jodi and the boys weren't going to be back until tomorrow night, which was fine by the both of you.

Unfortunately for you and Kent, this wasn't going to be a one time thing. You both were addicted to each other now, which meant that this could get dangerous. Not that either of you cared though. You both were going to enjoy each other no matter how this fucked up fairy tale ended.

#stardew valley #stardew valley x reader #sdv kent #sdv kent x fem!reader #sdv kent x reader #x reader #rita writes

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hello my friend is getting into witchcraft and shes enjoying it and talking about it with me, which im ecstatic about, but she was introduced to it in a new age, love and light, do no harm or the universe will fuck you over kind of way. i know that that can be really toxic and stuff, but thats what shes into right now, and i was wondering if you (or anyone else!) has any advice on how i could help her onto a better, less walking on eggshells with the universe kind of road? ive no problem with her not doing any baneful work ofc lol and i love that she’s interested in witchcraft i just want the best for her and to prevent her from falling down a worse path from it, like ive seen before yk. i also do the occasional hex and i dont want her to hate me for it. sorry if i typed anything wrong, ty for reading!! love ur blog!!

Eh, it's not just toxic. It's actively harmful. @creature-wizard has a lot more resources on this than I do, but I feel like the least harmful thing about New Age is the surface level toxic positivity.

I appreciate you trusting me with this question, but I don't feel like I'm that much of a relationship advice blog, and I don't know enough about new age to have any special insights.

I think it's great that you want to support your friend in finding a healthy path and maybe it would be best to just have an honest conversation with them that you have serious concerns with new age, where it came from, and the deeply unhealthy lifestyle it espouses.

But other than that I'm not really sure.

#answered #or not answered as it may be

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Finally finished my weird hanging painting thing (originally a secondhand partially-done 'paint by numbers' kit that I found at a thrift store and kept to repurpose lol)! Imagery somewhat based in my own worldbuilding projects, and text written in my constructed language for one of my fantasy species, but also vaguely inspired by old tapestries and illuminated manuscripts and etc. I've never been great at neat clean patterning or text, but it looks cool from afar, and I always enjoy making "props" or things that are somewhat like real objects that might could exist in my world. :0

(additional pictures/info under the readmore)

Here's what it was originally! I probably didn't have to actually have a river running down the middle because it further makes the composition of the whole thing weird (various connected yet separate locations and things happening, instead of one unified event being portrayed), but I wasn't sure if I'd be able to fully cover up the already existing paint that was there.. and I can also kind of justify it by going with a more "all the imagery is just symbolic so it doesn't have to make exact sense" approach lol.. How is one half of the grass green and the other is suddenly snowy? shhhh.. it's not literal.. shhh...

Made a vague sketch, then painted over it, and then added more distinct lines in black pen. Center image first and border second.

The very last thing was the text, which actually took forever to translate because my conlang is still only like.. partially done, and some of the grammar is not worked out exactly how I would like it to be, so a few sentences I had to think about for a long time before just going "eh, this is probably not how I would do it if I considered it more, but I'll go with it for now" lol . I also am not entirely satisfied with all of the characters for the writing system, but again, it's good enough for a quick project, it doesn't have to be 100% accurate and perfect because it's a fake language that nobody knows anyway lol.

I thought about breaking down the text and translation here like I have for some of the tidbits of Avirrekava (the language) in things I've posted in the past, but I think it would take too long and is not interesting to anyone but me ghghj, so for the sake of getting the post out quickly, I shall not spend an hour typing All That lol.

The general jist of the writing though is that it's just about the Avirre'thel being cast out from the other elves, after abandoning their magic for immortality as a means to truly attain perfection (an important concept in elven culture), the usual, blah blah blah, but how it's Actually A Good Thing, because the gods are wrong and immortality is Cool actually and they like the shitty frozen lands they were sent to, so it's fine that everyone else is being a Hater about it lol

Lastly, here's a few photos outside in the sun to TRY and show the gold detailing actually shimmering or showing up! It really doesn't come through in photos, but there's plenty of little golden spots to highlight light or Importance.

Mostly the fire, the pink sparkle that represents magic, the red drop that represents blood, the light behind Inaashi's hands and head (common symbol for the elven religion/one of their main gods, shout out to anyone who read the ancient elven religion post and recognized that lol), the sun, and the symbol for the Avirre'thel/country of Navyete at the very top. I did a few other gold bits, but they're not highlighted because they're Significant, more just that it looked more symmetrical to have some gold on the border too lol.

Other things of note: The animals are not actually significant to Avirre'thel culture really, I just wanted to put a cat and a bird because I like them lol. (I also wanted to have a few funny looking creatures, as I was slightly trying to go with the 'in some old medieval painting the anatomy and perspective is very weird' vibe, though I think some of the other parts of it look too Normal to pull it off entirely). Same with the four leaf clover, which means nothing in their culture - but these are the only areas where stuff was just added self-indulgently .

Bligabata (giant cabbage that grows along rivers in Navyete) making an appearance! The architecture of the building IS based on actual concepts for ancient elven/older Avirre'thel architecture and metalwork. The Avirre'thel who's turning away from Inaashi/elves/magic and collecting blood, is doing so in a Special Bowl, as is part of their culture (collecting it in the hands, or just in a normal vessel would be disrespectful, they have Specific Bowls which is the only thing blood can be kept in, etc.).

The figure that represents Jhevona (and thus, a closer connection to magic, celestial imagery, etc.) is in weird ugly teal, which is not necessarily a color or design associated with them, as I don't have much common culture (like clothing) worked out for Northern Jhevona (who the avirre'thel would have come into contact with) yet, BUT everyone else is in more Typical colors (a northern elf in green, Inaashi in lavender + white + blue, an Avirre'thel in darker purples and reds).

Some things, like the four figures in the corners, and the two people + fish in the stream, do not currently have a meaning, but in-world they would.. Like, I could make up lore for how they're culturally significant and it would be true because I am god of the world, but I don't have anything currently. But just know.. they DO mean something, I just haven't decided it yet, maybe kind of fill in as I go, come up with a meaning later lol. Probably along the lines of an old myth from the ancient elven religion, a story, etc.

I don't know, probably other stuff, but that's my Trying To Keep It Short rambling for now lol. I'm just glad I finally finished this! For how vaguely sloppy it is up close (everything being completely freehanded, only used rulers once when doing the initial sketch and lining where the border should be + my hands are shaky + the canvas is bumpy + my handwriting is scratchy and terrible + etc. etc.) it still took a REALLY long time, even when not trying to make it all perfect. Especially if including the text translation + writing, which took like 3+ hours itself.

Maybe all the asymmetry/lack of things being centered is NOT because I was too lazy to measure anything, but is actually because in-universe, it's a practice illustration made by some young apprentice who has to work on little canvases for years before he can be trusted will a full sized mural or tapestry. It's his first week on the job! of course he's uncoordinated! don't laugh at him!!! lol

#worldbuilding #elves #I AM WORKING ON A NEW PAVENTURE POST also !!!! I know I keep being like 'oh I'm going to get back to that! I'll stick to it this time!!'#and then another whole month goes by without me posting a new poll adventure - however - this time I DID fully intend to so #*do another one soon but my beloved beautiful perfect cat unfortunately passed away AND there was a heat #wave ANd I felt sick for a while for unrelated reasons so I just genuinely was not focused on posting online at all #I am trying to get back to it though along with other things hopefully so.#ANYWAY #avirre'thel #irithoas #maybe???? not super relevant to elves but I'll keep it intheir tag anyway also. Just since their lore is so closely tied with avirre'thel s #stuff and they're mentioned in the post. Or the gods are. Inaashi is.#OIGUGUGUGUHH I should have done a tapestry with the FCJhjkING triplets!!!!! Sehalanora Semoniyare and the other one whatever the hell #his name is. ... sehalanora my beloved .. (I'm referencing the ancient elven gods - for those who dont know)#It's funny that I rarely watch tv shows and when I do I rarely if EVER care about characters at all in any capacity #with maybe like a handful of even then extremely minor exceptions so I cannot relate to the concept of like 'having a blorbo' or whatever #but then for my extremely niche worldbuilding content #.. it's like OMG MY FAVORITE character!!! my favorite obscure god from a religion #that I entirely made up myself for a cultural group that I also made up that literally only I and maybe like two other #people who are able to sit through my novel long dry and wordy worldbuilding posts care about!! you all know them DUH!!#even WITHIN modern elven culture in the world at the moment in current day most people do not give a shit about them hghj #BUT .. I should have made a painting of the siblings actually!!! I stand by that!!#I mean I like Inaashi and Nisateyu and everything too. Actually all of them are fine except for Ea'ivuyera I guess. whoever the #like War and Order bootlicker god is basically. and the Evil dumbass one. but all the others are fine. I'm suprised I'm even able to rememb #that many ancient elven goofily long names ghgh.. But I could have maybe made it about the elven gods #The thing is just that.. i Don't have ancient elvish worked out as a language and I knew I wanted to put text on it #so it kind of HAD to be something written/drawn by the Avirre'thel #Knwoledge of the ancient elven gods is still a thing in their culture. But usually more as a joke or just a common fairytale knowledge #sort of thing. not really something to make a painting of. Inaashi is here less because of Inaashi The God being genuinely significant and #and more just she's there to Symbolize the elven religion as a whole. just like all the other figures are mere symbols of things. etc.

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