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#varina !!!! <3#oh fuck whats mauls tag#angerbetrayalandlove#chooqueuetrain#selfship art#self ship community#selfshipping#my art
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can you tell which one I used reference for finally😹
I FORGOT YOU CANT READ MY SHIT HANDWRITING it's in alt text
#90% of the time I draw him it's from memory#I hate trying to find references pictures becausethere are NO GOOD ANGLES of him#Player is too busy trying to Not get MAULED (valid)#traditional art#ignore picture of ww1 french infantry playmobil#amnesia: the bunker#amnesia the bunker#what the fuck do you tag lambeast#the stalker#the stalker amnesia#the beast amnesia#augustin lambert#amnesia game#too many tags#oh shit right#tw body horror#tw teeth#tw trypophobia#cw body horror#cw teeth#cw trypophobia
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every single day I wake up with this current 'Avalon is missing' storybeat happening I have to suppress the urge to make' Oh no sorry guys we where just hanging out' jokes. like yeah we've been hanging out for the past like 2 years. We're hanging out right now actually. We are going to cuddle in bed. or whatever
#avyposting hours. the real reason why i started going to bed earlier....#sorry I'm really fucking sappy right now augh#kissing her pretty face. who said that#okay yeah me when I am in fact a little bit ill. I need to go into my bed and cuddle up a lil ehe#like a slugcat to a shelter~#Android LitG Posting#Android.txt#oh actually I'm gonna hide this rant in the tags oho#I don't. get why people still think Avy is an evil scheming mastermind#like unless I'm having the wool pulled over my eyes yknow. the ending of LitG happened. She learned from that#she's shown to be learning from that at the start of Feel Less. so idk.#whatever happened to believing in character progression and that people can. change. what happened to that. aughhh#I will start mauling soon. <<< will almost definitely just keep my mouth shut
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ok gonna be a hater about ui design again but what the FUCK is the safari layout on the iphone
#its so bad its so bad#like on one hand i underatand the search bar being on the bottom of the screen#HOWEVER its a pain in the ass bc LITERALLY ALL SEARCH BARS ARE AT THE TOP#search bars in literally ANY web engine or whatever are at the top!!!#its a fucking trip to going oh shit bc the search bar isnt where it usually is#and u can say oh u just need to get used to it be adaptable or whatever but!!!!!! i dont wanna change something that literally no one else d#does!! bad!! bad design!!!!!!!#AND THEN!!!!! CHANGING THE ADD A NEW TAB PLUS BUTTON!!! TO BE ON THE SIDE INSTEAD OF THE MIDDLE#AND PUTTING THE. MOST. USELESS!!!! MENU IN THE MIDDLE INSTEAD??#WHO AUTHORIZED THIS#SPEAK UP NOW SO I CAN MAUL YOU LIKE YOU DESERVE#I DESPISE THE WAY TABS ARE LAID OUT NOW TOO#LIKE THIS JUST TAKES UP MORE SPACE AND IS HARD TO LOCATE SHIT#STACK MY TABS BACK YOU ASSHOLES#i can appreciate the scrolling the url to change tabs tho#i underatand thats only really accessibly feasible if the search bar is on the bottom tho#which is THE ONLY POINT i will concede#what else#i hate that the bottom and top sections are a grey color instead of a white#bugs me bc it stands out too much on a white screen#noticed it too much in the beginning but ive become desensitized to it by now so i guess its whatever#wait a minute i just remembered#now that my phone is fully updated i can just get firefox on my phone#be right fucking back omg#michi tag
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f1 racer!park jihyo x fem!reader || smut
synopsis: what better way to celebrate your racer girlfriend’s first f1 win with a special victory gift from you.
wc: 9.3k
warnings: smut!!! ; almost caught fucking in the van (and elevator) >.< ; edging ; thigh riding ; pussy slapping ; cursing ; mentions of food ; jihyo just being a top ; anything else i should add for a heads up?
a/n: happy birthday to the best leader and one of the most ambitious women i have ever seen in my life. (lowk double triple quadrouple tag teaming w sana momo tzuyu and mina in bias wrecking me)
it seemed like a neverending rush of adrenaline overloading your senses.
luckily, the racing team had accommodated you with noise canceling headphones to save your eardrums from the chaotic noises occurring in the paddock behind you. the low whir of these twenty million spaceship rockets built for the ground to defy physics, along with the many people clamoring over the noises of drills and terms you’ve only heard about for about eight months.
yet, your eyes were glued to the tv screen, watching the broadcast of the race as it neared its thrilling conclusion.
you’ve read the narrative before; park jihyo, your girlfriend, was on the verge of clinching her first ever world championship title for jyp racing in the last race of the regular season. all she needed was to accumulate a few more points and she would have it—or better yet, just win the whole damn race entirely.
on the screen, her car was behind two others in front of her, twisting past another chicane before the track rolled out into a small straight in the second sector of the street circuit. this was the second to last lap, and you could hear the crowd roar in excitement from the grandstands across from you.
in a swift move, jihyo manages to find a gap between the two cars, slotting herself right in to take first position in the long straight. the wheel to wheel contact between other two racers now in her rear view mirror now making up for lost time while jihyo was now running away with the race.
“holy shit!” you hear one of the racing team owners yell out after witnessing the flashy move jihyo did to overtake the two racers in front of her.
“she’s gonna do it oh my god, she’s gonna fucking do it!” nayeon says to you, furiously tapping your shoulder while jeongyeon ran towards the screen to see what had happened.
“what a ballsy move, the racing coaches are losing their shit over it!” jeongyeon yells out as the sound of her car zooms past the grandstand and paddock at light speed.
the other two racers, momo and sana, along with the fourth just trailing behind in tzuyu, were now fighting for second and third. you walk back to the tv screen overhanging the spot where the car was at before the start of the race, seeing that jihyo was following along her own driving line with so much precision—she had the fastest time in qualifying the day before, so there was no surprise that she’d be in first place at the end of all of this.
the pit crew members start to run out to the main track, cheering on for jihyo as she zooms past the starting grid, checkered flag waving from the steward while the whole venue erupted in excitement for their new f1 racing champion.
a victory lap later and you see jihyo with the other three trailing racers make it back to the grid, getting out of her car being mauled by the pit crew members and camera workers. she takes her helmet off, along with the brace that keeps her attached to her seat, waving her hair that was glistening in the lights, making her more ethereal to look at than she already was in that racing uniform.
momo and sana walk up to her, exchanging kind regards and joking amongst each other of how well they each did up until the last quarter miles on the track.
“y/n!”
you turn your head to see tzuyu, jihyo's racing teammate approach you. she’s been a really close friend with you, nayeon, and jeongyeon before she started racing in f1. you and her actually were on the same racing team back in your days with f2, before stepping away from the racing scene entirely to prioritize on other things that needed cultivating.
“that was some nice driving in your second year of competing tzu.” you say, hugging her tightly as nayeon and jeongyeon jumped at you two in the tender moment.
tzuyu raises her helmet in the air, smiling at the crowd as well as the surrounding people near you two before being swept away by her racing team pit crew, “i’ll see you guys at the after party!”
“ahh i’m so excited!” nayeon exclaims, walking past momo and sana’s cars towards jihyo's, who was still getting a well of congratulations from fellow drivers. a guard whispering in her ear that makes her head turn to you three approaching her. a smile is spread across her face as you begin to start running toward your girlfriend.
she sets her helmet in the cockpit of her car, running at the same pace like yours before she jumps into your arms, spinning her around for a second while getting high on the scent of her hair filling your nose. jihyo meets your eye, the small height difference due to her being lifted off the ground by you before leaning in for a well deserved kiss to commemorate her victory.
“congrats babe, you’re officially an f1 champion.” you mumble against her lips, smiling into the kiss more, not giving any mind to the flashing cameras catching you two.
setting her down for another hug, she’s laughing, tears in her eyes, just clearly enjoying the moment that still hasn’t hit her yet.
“oh my god- oh my god.” jihyo chokes out, running her hand through her hair as the noise of the cheers completely drowns everything out.
once everything had calmed down and everyone on the grid had migrated to the podium part that was off the track, you stood to the side along with nayeon and jeongyeon—along with the pit crew members as you watched jihyo raise the trophy to mark the illustrious ending to a fantastic racing season. she’s handed a bottle of champagne that she pops open, spraying it in the crowd below and along with momo and sana, who both finished second and third respectively.
a perfect night indeed, all it needed was the after party activities.
“what am i supposed to do against the fact that jihyo’s car is just a couple seconds faster than mine?” tzuyu asks, walking alongside you with your hands snaked around jihyo’s waist. she was out of her racing attire, wearing a sleek cropped leather racing jacket that showed off her midriff so well and apparently to you–the jacket was part of a new collaboration that she was a part of but didn’t say what it was about.
“it’s not the car, it’s the driver’s intuition to read the track and find the best line for yourself possible.” jihyo says, dropping a hint of knowledge to tzuyu who closes her eyes, accepting the information without putting up an argument.
“y/n would’ve been your rival if she got the call up to one of the other racing teams.”
you eye jihyo who looks down with her eyes closed, a small dimple peeking through that gives you an urge to kiss her cheek impulsively, gripping her side while doing so. it had been a while since you and jihyo had quality time to spend together. now that the season is pretty much over, nothing could hold you back to being with her–no early morning team meetings, no racing sim sessions, just you and jihyo together.
“if i did that, i wouldn’t have met jihyo in the first place.” you say to tzuyu, jihyo tapping your shoulder, blushing at the notion of you being a possible racer going against her, but luckily that wasn’t the case since you were already a long way out from getting a shot for a racing team.
“we could be rivals to lovers if you wanted to! you should’ve! you would’ve made some solid competition.” jihyo says to you, tapping your shoulder again, making you pull her waist closer to you that gets her flustered.
jihyo was reeled in by the way you were adamant with how you showed your affection towards her. those quick glances before entering the cockpit before the race, and even both of your guys’ lockscreens shared a picture of you kissing her helmet as a sign for good luck—knowing that you were already proud of her for what she’s accomplished so far.
intimate moments were always special with jihyo, but since she was now a big time racer and you had her slip under your race lights, she had little to no time for you since this was a make or break season for her racing career–luckily enough, she saw it through in the end.
“i think if i were to race for a team, it would have to be with jihyo, not against.” you chuckle at the end as the five of you reach a designated car that was assigned to take you guys for a post race meal that left your stomachs rumbling.
“y/n and i call the backseats!” jihyo yells out, hand snaking to your hips before she grabs your hand to enter in the fourth row of the van. everyone else followed suit to take the seats in front of you two once inside.
if there was anything about jihyo that you were aware of, it was that the moment you incited anything sexual with her, it would always lead to disaster.
clearly, you had a thing for disasters.
the last time you and jihyo had time to yourselves was after the monaco grand prix. you and her had an argument before the race that lit a fire under jihyo because of how sexually frustrated you became—this caused jihyo to finish on the podium which was a much needed placement in second just behind momo. if she finished third or below, it would’ve put her out of championship contention until the next couple races before las vegas.
after the race, jihyo completely ignored her teams celebratory dinner because she needed to set you straight for getting her horny in a do or die situation. needless to say the morning after, she was well relieved knowing that she fucked you good like there was no tomorrow.
since then, you two haven’t hooked up since—that was three months ago.
the van strolls down the street, the bright lights of the casinos and hotels illuminating through the windows, passing small rays of light to each row evenly.
jihyo catches you through the side of her eye, leaning over for a quick peck to your cheek that makes you giddy, her smiling lips against your face as she pulls you closer, pulling your face away before she could get her lips on them again.
“you’re so concentrated on me now, are you sure you didn’t think about me while you were on the track?” you ask playfully.
jihyo shakes her head, hands still hooking to your waist, forehead against your cap as she laughs again.
“hey, i don’t want to see you guys do anything funny back there.” jeongyeon warns, the light from her phone screen flashed towards you two, causing you to put your hands up to block it.
“we’re not jeong,” jihyo laughs out, grinning at the pair of eyes staring at her in the darkness. “i just missed my girlfriend, that's all.”
“you two have been extra touchy since we got in the car, i’m sure something’s going on.”
“why don’t you just focus on giving directions to the driver for dinner?” you blurt out, tossing your cap towards the front of the car, accidentally hitting nayeon in the back of the head.
“ow! what the hell was that for?!” nayeon yells out, clutching the back of her head in pain.
“sorry, it’s dark in here.” jihyo adds, the whole car laughing out before calming down just seconds later.
you lean back on the seat, eyes on jihyo again. feasting on the eye candy next to you with the racer jacket in all of its glory. her top just stopped a little bit before her abs that were clearly present, the small belly button piercing gleaming in the darkness from the light reflected off of it. you were staring, but jihyo knew that she was attractive.
jihyo scoots next to you, snaking your arm around her hip, nestling herself on your chest and closing her eyes after, descending into the seat more.
“you know,” you whisper to her ear, “i gave the recommendation to put you on the medium soft tires at around lap 30.”
jihyo looks up at you, astounded with what you said, “i was wondering why my car was feeling a little bit lighter after that pit stop.”
you hum against her temple, planting another kiss, “you wanted to keep the hard tires? just make it harder for yourself?”
she chuckles softly, fingers sliding on your neck as every touch that was grazed on your skin felt like electricity to you.
“maybe you wanted something softer…” tension suddenly giving way through your hooded eyes.
jihyo picks up on this and she knows.
“are you talking about soft tires or?”
“i’m talking about this.” you answer her with a whisper, leading her hand under your shirt, only for jihyo to realize that you weren’t wearing a bra under at all that makes her gasp in surprise.
“someone’s a little bold today.” jihyo mutters against your ear, sending chills down your spine as she fondles with your left boob for a bit, pinching the bud of your nipple as the neediness crept through your body like wildfire.
“aren’t you gonna show me how to handle this?” you ask, kissing her temple again before nibbling on her earlobe, jihyo stifling a moan by biting her lip to keep quiet. “i know you want the same thing to happen like in monaco, and you’re gonna give it to me.” you order in her ear.
jihyo was a ticking time bomb when it came to moments like these. the only thing that was on your mind now was how long could she hold out until you two reach the hotel room?
jihyo slides her hand down from your waist to the button of your pants, undoing it with ease with her fingers that makes you giggle a bit, impressed with her sleight of hand.
“don’t tell me you’re not wearing panties under here too?” she whispers in your ear, answering her own question when the pads of her fingertips feeling the lacy piece of garments below, realizing that this wasn’t a usual pair that you wore.
“a little something for you, but you’re gonna have to wait till we get to the suite.” you mumble victoriously—a big mistake as jihyo slides her two fingers over your pulsing core, causing your breath to hitch from the contact, closing your legs a bit to prolong the sensation a little bit more before jihyo stops at your clit.
“let’s not get caught now shall we?”
you were breathless, in the back of a van, with people in front of you, and your girlfriend teasing you at the tips of her fingers—all of this was your doing in the first place.
“jih–fuck you’re—”
“you know how fast our cars were going, imagine if you were against the crash fence and the wind sweeps under?”
this woman, will be the death of you.
“don’t get me tempted now, you still have something for me to show later right?” jihyo mutters against your neck before sliding down to your soaked panties, seamlessly pulling it to the side before slipping a finger in your pussy that makes you gasp out loudly.
“everything okay back there?”
you place your hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet from moaning, jihyo lets out an ‘uhh’ before answering, “y/n just dropped something here, i’m picking it up.” a clear lie as she continues her long middle finger inside you, hips gyrating to add more spice to the movement that’s keeping your lips parted.
“so pretty for me…” jihyo licks your neck, making your shiver in the seat, “when you’re like this.”
fuck, this was going a lot more better than you expected.
the soft heavy, breaths fill the cushioned interior of the van as it drives in the late night. jihyo was unrelenting by stimulating you, rubbing your cilt in addition to her finger pumping inside. your pulsing is starting to quicken at your core, thighs slightly shaking knowing that your high was nearing, but you used everything you had to not let that happen.
jihyo realizes this, and she too wants this to be saved for later. so she slips her hand out from your panties, perfect timing as the van reaches its destination—a shabu place that was recommended by nayeon. mouths needed to be fed, but yours and jihyo’s were craving for a different meal in mind.
as the van pulls up to the parking lot, jihyo jumps at you in the seat, lips crashing against hers. you cup her cheeks, jihyo’s hands get tangled in your hair, both of you are matching the same energy and destitution. tongues swiping each other like a sword fight, gripping her leather jacket as your other hand snakes to her neck.
she’s fast, she’s needy and my god you need her to be like this with you more often.
you two hear the van stop in parking gear, and jihyo pulls away, looking towards the front to see that everyone in the rows ahead were starting to get their stuff and head outside. the both of you sit up, hands scrambling to have everything look presentable to the best extent before stepping out.
jihyo exits the van, letting out a sigh while meeting with nayeon, jeongyeon, and tzuyu outside.
“what happened with y/n?” tzuyu asks at the sight of you stepping out, cheeks clearly stained with a blush of pink, hair tosuled with your hat at an angle, and the worst part of all, your pants were unbuttoned for the whole world to see.
“oh, she just got a little car sick, that's all.” jihyo replies swiftly, making you lean over to sell the act. “i don’t think we’ll be able to eat with you guys tonight.”
the small group groans out, unhappy with the shock announcement as you faked a clear cough, grasping at your stomach with one eye closed.
“sorry guys,” you huff out. “i think being in the back row was a terrible idea for us.”
terrible. you’re clearly mistaken, it was the best fucking idea to nearly get caught by your closest friends in a moving car getting edged to oblivion.
“alright, we’ll see you back at the airport y/n, make sure you get some rest.” nayeon says, patting your shoulder in comfort while faked being woozy, nearly losing your balance. jihyo catches you, letting out a small laugh once she set up upright.
“so silly of you to be on your phone the entire ride baby.” jihyo coos out, rubbing your face, enjoying the pampering that she’s giving you with both of her hands tapping your cheeks.
“can we go now?” you say, tugging at jihyo’s racer jacket with the most babyish face you could ever pull out of your ass—all for the lie you think, but jihyo plays along just well.
“okay okay, we’ll see you guys soon okay?!” jihyo asks the trio of girls in front of you guys, waving as the both of you walk back to the van.
“get better y/nnnnn!” tzuyu yells out before you wave back at them with both eyes closed, jihyo escorting you to the seat before mashing her face with yours again.
“such,” jihyo mumbles against your cheek, “a naughty girl for me.” pulling away with an audible smooch.
“you wanted your gift? i think you’ll like what i have for you.”
“i can hardly wait.”
jihyo’s assault on your body picks up right where it left off on the swift ride back to the hotel. luckily, your chauffeur was walled off in the front of the car with a soundproof window that was rolled all the way up—this meant the moans you’ve been holding back earlier could now be let out to its fullest content to jihyo’s ears with ease.
she starts by pinning you on the chair, hands snaking up under your shirt to clasp at your breasts. her hands weren’t the biggest, but they fit on your chest oh so perfectly as she massages them, earning another moan through your lips against hers.
“fuck ji–ah!”
“shhh, save it for the room baby.”
oh she’s getting you race ready. i mean, that’s the name of her game after all.
your lips clash again, hands splayed on her back, stripping the unreleased racer jacket off of her to reveal a simple black tank top underneath—a tight fitted one that made jihyo’s boobs a lot more bigger than they originally were. this catches your eye, causing to pull away, biting her lip and tugging at it as your hands slide up against the skimpy fabric keeping her boobs hostage.
“my my world champ, you had these under your uniform and jacket the whole time?”
“i know you love my boobs baby, they’re always there for you to grab a feel.”
indulging was something that you were always good at, jihyo just waved the green flag for you to slide your hands up even further, thumbs bruising over her clothed nipple as you heard her breath hitch at the slightest touch at them.
despite laying on the seat, you found it paramount to return the same sort of pleasure in your position to jihyo as much as you could, leaning up to plant your lips at her neck, slightly nibbling at it while your hands kept themselves occupied by massaging her tits.
“ngh, y/n baby…” jihyo says, her head dips even deeper next to yours, continuing to mark her up, making up for lost time like her qualifying races to get the highest placement before race day.
“let me work you up too, relax.” you groan against her neck, causing her to whimper at the feeling of your lips sliding down her neck to the outfaced bone of her clavicle. while that was happening, you lift your leg up, shifting it over to her ass, your thigh pressing against her core through her jean shorts, making her moan against your ear that might’ve made you cum right then and there from the sound.
jihyo then stops you from sucking away from her neck to the point that she might have to have a better cover when her race coach kangin asks about it the next time she sees him, tapping your shoulder to lay your head back, crashing her lips with yours again, pecking left and right until the van does sudden stops and turns.
the both of you start to sit up, jihyo having the higher position, looking at the window to only realize that they’ve made it back to the hotel that you and her were staying at. she gets off of your body, grabbing her racing jacket and zipping it up to cover the action that was happening below her neck as damage control.
you fix your appearance as well, fixing your shirt and hat to make it look more presentable once the van comes to a complete stop and the both of you calm down from the second round of ‘whatever the hell this game of playing: who’s gonna break first from kissing, sucking, and getting the other person horny first’ stepping out of the van and into the lobby with hands twined with each others.
you’ve watched jihyo zoom past the track during the qualifying race the day prior to get first place against the nineteen best drivers in the world, but this woman who's leading you by the hand through the hotel lobby might have just set a new record full stop with how fast the two of you walked from the van to the elevator in record time.
if you were to look back at this night and one were to ask what happened on the way to the room? you’d say that it’s the vaguest gray area in your memory that you’ve probably had ever really. you and jihyo share a laugh at you almost slipping in your chunky converse shoes in contrast to jihyo’s boots, her hand on your waist while yours was hovering just above her butt. the elevator greeted you with no visitors–a perfect setting for the prelude of tonight’s prime time events that you’ve waited for so long.
“so no more races for the time being right?” you ask jihyo, her back turned to yours tapping on the panel to the floor of your room.
“for now, but i do want to have a joyride session on that track outside the city.” jihyo answers, scratching her head now facing you, before you pull her in for a hug, jihyo shifts herself again so that she’s now facing the elevator door.
the metal box continues to ascend up slowly to the level–the highest level of the hotel to be exact, all part of your plan to keep jihyo’s motor running.
jihyo exhales out, a hint of tiredness peeking as she rubs your hand with her thumb, humming along with the soft jazzy music that was coming out of the small speaker on the top right of the elevator wall. you lean your head to her right side, blowing air to the side of her face that makes her chuckle at the intimate action.
“you know,” you whisper, “i overhead that you were almost told to give the position back to momo after backing out on her challenge on turn 11.”
“but i didn’t.” jihyo replies, “the officials looked over that contact play thoroughly and i just kept my ground. sana caught up to us though and eventually i fell behind after oversteering one corner.”
“and you still won.” you say, pressing a kiss to her neck.
jihyo sighs out after closing her eyes, and she might just fall asleep with you right then and there.
“since you didn’t give up the position, i’ll give you something else.” you mumble against her ear, hands snaking up to hold her tits under her jacket.
“oh? and what that might be that you plan on giving me?”
you couldn’t help but chuckle at her oblivious question, playing along to your act in this whole script that was devised in your head, a perfect ending–consider this to be the ninth symphony of beethoven’s repertoire.
jihyo was five lights away glowing red and you pushed the crushing blow–the green light that jihyo has been waiting for all night.
“i’ll give you my lips.”
jihyo smiles with her teeth out to the world behind you, turning you around, lips on yours again for what seems to be the infinite time tonight, but this lip lock was more serious. pure lust had taken over jihyo like the adrenaline that rushed in her veins while racing earlier.
your back makes contact with the wall behind you, her leg slots itself in between yours, pressing against your core as a get back for the same thing you did to her in the van, earning a moan into her lips that just simply upped the ante within jihyo.
she pulls away eyes hooded, breaths matching together and they’re fucking heavy. the pace was overwhelming to jihyo’s resurgence in sexual frustration—to be fair, you were the one to start things in the first place so this shouldn’t come as a shock to you.
in a millisecond of being off guard, jihyo forces herself on you, pinning your wrists to the wall, whining at the sudden grip your girlfriend was giving you, her mouth slashing at the new territory claimed with her tongue leading the charge.
retreating with a ‘pop’ of the lips, followed by another quick peck with a slight tug at the end before making her way down to your neck for another bombardment of marks awaiting your flesh.
“j-jihyo, y-y-you—fuck!”
a clear ‘mmph’ could be heard as jihyo sucks away at your neck, smiling against it as she develops a steady rhythm. a bite here followed by a suck, and another bite followed by a second suck to soothe it.
“you gave me the green light, so don’t back down now.” jihyo mutters against your neck, the scent of your expensive perfume filling her nose and taste buds.
letting out a laugh with a moan mixed into your vocal chords, jihyo continued her work for what seemed like ages, only for her to stop to kiss you again as the elevator dings loudly, indicating that you two have reached the level that your hotel room was at. jihyo steps away from you, leaning back a bit to admire the damage that she had inflicted upon your face and neck—for now.
she then takes your hand, leading to where your room was a few steps away from the lounging area that was across from the set of elevators. you catch a couple glimpses of your reflections and you smile at your devious but perfectly executed plan.
your hat was the only thing covering your disheveled hair, lips were puffy swollen, and the marks. the marks. ‘jesus christ’ was the thought exactly at the sight of your neck being spread evenly out with red and the appearance definitely made you feel the way that it should.
a quick swift of the keycard over the lock and you usher jihyo inside the room that you two were staying at. housekeeping did their handiwork cleaning up the room; the king size bed neatly made with all of the assorted bags left untouched on the right side where the tv was hanging.
jihyo slides off her racer jacket, setting it on the chair while you went to the bathroom to freshen yourself up a bit while jihyo relaxed on the edge of the bed, discarding her boots by kicking them off under the desk. she then leans back, her head looking up to the ceiling above, her eyes closed in complete relaxation after a full day of logistical racing from the moment she got up from the bed this morning.
surely that team dinner would be postponed until probably tomorrow given how tired jihyo was, right?
(that tiredness would suddenly wash away when you stepped out the bathroom.)
she sees you leaning against the wall, nothing except the lacy panties that jihyo felt back in the van earlier on the way to the shabu place. your back was arching away from the wall with your ass still pressed against it, forming a figure in the low light emulating from the lamp behind.
this image of you in front of jihyo had her salivating, lips parted with a small creeping beneath it as you made your way to the bed’s edge. her hands wrapping around your exposed waist, with your hands nestling themselves at her neck. jihyo was still speechless, eyes widened to the max while you prompted her hands to roam freely as they pleased–now with the proper privacy, there was nothing holding her back from ravishing you.
“somebody’s a little preoccupied.”
jihyo looks up at you, her pupils dilated at the sight of you towering over her for a moment.
“fuck you’re so pretty.” jihyo responds, leaving a chaste kiss to your midsection, arms pulling you closer to her so that she can indulge more in your body.
there’s something about the way her hands move, finding the right spots across your abs and back for you to let out a hitched breath or a sound of approval from your lips, lightly nipping away at the skin that was left unmarked from earlier on the way back that wasn’t your neck or face. her reactions were stupid fast when it came to racing, but now she was taking her time. scouting the valleys and curves on your body, just below your breasts.
“who said that you could stop?” you giggled, initiating a squeeze from jihyo the second after, feeling your perky mounds to her own volition.
“can’t believe you’re so perfect for me like this.” jihyo husks out, eliciting a soft moan to leave your mouth, dipping your head to give a kiss on the top of her head. you then tap her shoulders twice, stopping her movements. stepping away to get something from the mini fridge that was hidden away next to the main dresser, a bottle of rare champagne that would probably be worth half of jihyo’s salary, so you bought it under her name for this special occasion.
“aw for me?” jihyo pouts, “if this was your celebratory gift i think we should just call it a night then.”
“obviously not,” you say, “what do you take me as?”
“i don’t know, maybe you’re just a stranger who’s staying in my room with me.”
“we’re celebrating your first world championship, just with my own little twist to it.” you respond, cracking the bottle open and handing her a glass that was filled to the brim for her to drink.
“uh y/n, you know i can’t finish this right?”
“oh i know,” you say, “i just have other uses for that.” jihyo then takes a quick swig of the rare-aged champagne, sighing out after downing nearly half the glass in one gulp, giving it back for you to finish the rest before placing it down on the table.
jihyo doesn’t pick up on this until the very last second, the sight of you straddling her with the bottle of champagne, her hands finding themselves holding you at the hips. you lean down for another lip lock with jihyo again, her fingers clutching down your pelvis trying to get something started. the heat is rushing down all over your body, a growing sensation from below building up, it took everything in your body to not feed into jihyo’s desire.
you pull away to see jihyo’s dilated pupils, yours was doing the same. the heavy breaths were not helping as the tension rose in the space between you two once again. you give her another kiss before leaning back, raising the bottle a little bit over your chest, spilling the expensive alcohol over your body. jihyo doesn’t react to this either, she was too attracted to your image at the moment–the marks on the neck and chest, the way you were above jihyo with a gaze that made you ten-thousand times hotter than she initially thought. it was an overload, but you finally gave her the edging push that broke down her self control.
“taste me baby, i need to be cleaned up anyway…”
jihyo doesn’t hesitate for a single second, diving right in immediately after you said that, dragging her tongue across your chest, before kissing in between the middle part where your cleavage was. bathing in sweet champagne wasn’t an idea you were forward with, but clearly jihyo was loving the whole act you were putting on for her.
“fuck jihyo–ah!” you moaned out while jihyo gave out satisfying lick after satisfying lick, leaving no spot open. she then changes the ante, taking your erected nipple and closing her mouth over it.
she continues this for a couple more minutes, a trail of pecks across your body as jihyo continues to mark her territory.
“is this ‘mmph–” jihyo mumbles in between kisses, “my prize?”
“i’m all yours for tonight hyo, ruin me.”
jihyo scans your body once more, deciding what to do first with you before instinctively forcing your hips down to her thigh. your core making contact with the skin that makes you yelp in surprise. this also didn’t help that jihyo lifted her leg up a bit, shifting your hips in a back and forth motion that makes you groan–longing for more, biting your lip as jihyo revels at the heavenly sounds that she’s hearing.
“you like grinding your pussy on my thigh like that baby?”
“jihyo you’re such a–”
she shuts you up with a kiss, making you release a low whimper as you grind against her toned leg with your clothed cunt.
“keep moving and don’t stop.”
fuck.
your eyes catch jihyo licking her first two fingers, placing it upright against her leg where your pussy was making contact, sliding along your folds through the fabric—hips buckling at the angle that she made her fingers curve a bit, teasing you till the very end.
“you really want me inside that badly huh?” jihyo asks, the neediness clouding your head at the sound of her low voice. “so fucking wet for me after your little stunt in the van?”
yeah, you’re so fucked tonight.
jihyo raises her middle finger above the others as the throbbing doubles in an instant. your head leans back as jihyo kisses your clavicle—your senses now overloading as you rode her finger which were now ripping away at you, her other hand moving your hips, shaky breaths petering out while jihyo circles your clit.
she watches you with a feasting intent, the lust oozing through as you fuck yourself on her thigh, unclasping her bra with just one hand while keeping her eyes on you. she then positions her thumb where your clit was landing, now pressing against it when you’re dragging your hips on her
“fuck fuck fuck–”
“yeah, i know you couldn’t resist fucking my fingers.”
“god, jihyo you– shit”
“mhm,” jihyo hums out, “you’re so close baby.”
you curse out, basically shouting to nearby hotel guests staying on the floor. the words wobbling out of your mouth as jihyo worked your lower body. the desperation was there—all jihyo just needed to was force it out of you, in this case she did. you squirmed under her touch, gasping at the sensation with your stomach churning away in pleasure.
jihyo withdraws her hand away from the problem that’s bothering you between your legs, making you whine, the sound almost like a confused kid that got their toy taken away after being in trouble. snickering at your act, you slap her shoulders lightly, playfully complaining as jihyo kisses you again to calm down.
“you’re so-”
“i’m giving you what you want, no? jihyo goes for another kiss.
she isn’t wrong.
“i thought you said that you were going to be my special present for tonight?”
you nod.
“that’s what i thought, now relax for me babe.”
god. you are so done for.
the pillows behind jihyo are met with your back against them, switching the places between you two as she crawls up your body, her knees between your legs as she leaned down for another kiss, hair getting tangled through your fingers, jihyo continuing her assault on your face and body with her lips.
“i’m gonna treat you good okay?”
you whimper in agreement, nodding your head as jihyo lowers her gaze, a smirk plowing through as she runs her hand on your face, cheeks flooded hot pink, placing her lips on your neck again before trailing down your body very slowly.
jihyo is satisfied with how you are under her touch, but she always, always wants more for herself. her lips find themselves on your breasts again like earlier, returning the attention to your nipples while massaging your soft mounds. she knows that you’re gonna give into her desires—there’s no point in putting up a fight against her (you did the same thing to her back in monaco, but now the roles were reversed.)
mindlessly putting a hand to the back of her head, jihyo notes this, canvassing your body with her lips in every corner that she could possibly touch. she’d seen you model for underwear brands and daily outfits of the day on your instagram page, but when it came to the bed, jihyo memorized every soft spot there was to discover–she knew how to push your buttons and it showed.
“you know what i want.” you’re practically begging for jihyo at this point.
she happily hums out, ready to fufill the obligation. leaving your boobs down to your waist, trailing lower and lower. you try to look away, eyes shut from the sensing danger—the need to be everso fulfilled immediately. there’s a pause for a few seconds as jihyo hooks her hands to the tops of your thighs, staring at the underwear that you were weaning.
and you just had to look up.
you see her eyes filled with so much lust between your pulsing core, placing a kiss on your inner thigh, shuddering at the contact of her lips, inching closer to the middle, but she stops again with a smirk and you are left breathless.
“i didn’t know you were wearing the unreleased pair today.”
“you still have to post your announcement tomorrow, so i had to remind you somehow.”
jihyo looks away, keeping her eyes on you, rather impressed at the effort you made, especially in a scenario like this.
“i have an idea for the picture already, but i’m gonna need this back.”
her fingers found the elastic waistband of the lacy calvin klein underwear that was keeping your pussy hostage from jihyo’s lips, pulling it down slightly, but it was what she did next that made everything in your body race.
she pulls it down a little bit past your upper thigh, grabbing it with her teeth and pulling it away, her hands sliding down your legs as well in one smooth motion. the satisfaction clearly seen in her eyes once the panties were tossed off to somewhere in the room that won’t be found until sometime in the morning.
this totally won’t come back to haunt you later, right?
you didn’t have to say anything, jihyo makes her way up your inner thighs again, the trail of kisses approaching the sensitive spot as she takes in the aroma of your sex, getting drunk in the sensation of it before placing a kiss to your wetness.
“shit.” you mumble, your teeth catching your lip. whatever worries you had about earlier today or the flight you’re taking back home tomorrow, none of that mattered as jihyo’s instinct to please herself by having you destroyed was all that mattered. jihyo grunts against your heat, the vibrations from your cunt bucking your hips from the contact as her tongue lashes mercilessly inside you.
“fucking hell jihyo you really–fuck!”
the encouragement only pushes jihyo to get more out of you. pressing your legs to her head to lock her down in place, hands on your hips in a better position. “god, please. please.” you’re begging to let go under jihyo’s will, but it won’t be that easy to meet her needs.
“so good jihyo, g-god you’re so g-good nnh”
jihyo detaches her lips from your swollen clit, sliding her finger over your folds, fingertips getting soaked with your seeping liquid. your hips are off the bed, eyes rolling back from the overstimulating feeling of getting edged for the second time. it was all head racking, your voice filled with needy gasps that jihyo finds thrilling—for you to be all dumb for your girlfriend and it really is something to behold about if you’re jihyo.
“fuck me please. i need you, just don’t be a bit-”
jihyo slaps your pussy in retaliation to your needy attitude; the first and only warning you’re getting from her.
“i’m gonna go along as i please, you don’t have a say on whether or not i get to fuck you dumb, i do.”
she doesn’t hesitate after she says that, slapping your pussy again to make you yell at the sharp pain coming from your hips.
“you’re gonna be a good girl for me. before, during, and after i ruin you.”
two fingers slipped inside of you, knowing that you were already primed and ready from jihyo’s bombardment of lips and nipping of your skin regardless if she gave you the heads up or not.
“yes! please, i need more–” you rasp out at the curling fingers of jihyo in your pussy, followed by her lips nibbling away at your clit. she speeds up the motions, building up a consistent rhythm to follow–her own driving line in tearing you up.
there’s no delay for however long jihyo pleased you for her own pleasure. in, out. in and out. she continues to dive right in with her attention to detail, mouth and fingers working in complete cohesion like her pit crew, higher and higher the tempo increases until–
“wait- sh- i’m gonna– i’m gonna– ah i’m gonna—”
your hips drag to the shape of jihyo’s fingers, jumping and twitching—fighting down the moan in her throat until it all comes down the highest apex that jihyo could create.
“yes yes yes– oh my go-ah! i’m cumming!” you could barely manage, and jihyo believes this to be true, eyes widening at the juices flowing down to her mouth, pulling away as she rubs your pussy furiously. “fuck i’m cumming – jihyo i’m cumming—”
“such a good girl y/n; keep cumming for me.”
the climax was well worth the time dragged out, your body still stuttering and sensitive to the touch even after jihyo’s fingers were pulled out from you. your eyes return back to their normal state, as your mouth was still parted open, looking at jihyo examining the slick from you all webbed up on her fingers, laying beside you with a kiss to your cheek and her hand to your mouth.
“suck it off for me baby.”
you don’t say anything but open your mouth, receiving your own taste from jihyo’s fingers as she watches you lick up every spot that was soaked with your cum, giving her a seductive look in her eyes that makes her own cunt throb at the sight of you.
“shit y/n.” jihyo mutters, withdrawing her fingers from your mouth before kissing you sloppily, breaths between you two were still heavy and filled with a sense of hunger that had been there before, but now the desire was raised up to eleven.
“flip over baby, let me see you from behind.” she purrs out, giving you space by getting on her knees while you roll over. your legs were already smoothened like water–belly down, ass up. the desperation for more was there– your body completely reduced to jelly as jihyo felt out your waist, kneading your ass.
there’s a pause for a brief moment, jihyo runs her hand through her hair, taking in the sight of your back all there in its basking glory, biting her lip before leaning down to plant a trail of kisses down your spine, each kiss making you pant more loudly than the last.
“this view never gets old for me you know?” she murmurs, and all you could produce with your mouth was a muffled whine into the pillow. jihyo’s skin makes contact with yours, arching your back slightly as jihyo presses down on the small of your back.
“please baby,” is all you can plead through the covers–the only offering you have to give is your body molded into the mattress.
jihyo would draw out more of your begging, but she knew that she wanted to have more fun with you, slipping inside you again with a single finger to start, letting out a wail while shoving your face into the sheets more to keep it down, but jihyo wasn’t having any bullshit of playing it safe.
dragging her finger out, her other hand reaches for you hair, making you look up–eyes shut with a gasp of air with your legs coming up as well in response to the rough handling of you.
“i thought i told you to be a good girl for me y/n, you don’t get to have the patience for me tonight.”
a sob leaves your lips, with your back arching even more up as jihyo tosses your head back to the mattress looking out to the side—slipping two curled fingers inside, resisting the urge to grab jihyo’s arm to pick up the pace.
“yes yes. oh my gah-” the whines are barely understandable, throwing your hips back to meet jihyo’s hand down the middle. your walls getting more and more slicker with each thrust inching deeper and deeper.
jihyo palms her free hand down on your back, setting you in place. a piton in the rock as a stepping point as your cunt is being stretched by three fingers. “you’re so good when you’re like this.”
you’re saying nonsense, jihyo’s smiling at the image of you getting completely blown out under her ingrained into her head. it’s sloppy, the strokes are getting too much to bear–the sheets are crinkled to the point where it shouldn’t even be on the bed anymore.
“fuck jihyo, please so close– ‘unna cum again–”
jihyo leans forward to your ear, not letting up on the pressure of her three fingers inside of you—shifting your head to meet hers on the left side so that she can hear your huffing moans more clearly. “yeah? i love when you sound like this–all fucked out for me that you’re begging for more?”
don’t stop. please it’s so fucking amazing.
“jih–hngh! please, fuck - its so - ngh, god i ca-”
your lidded eyes meet hers that were burning with lust, throwing your hips back continuously for a couple more seconds, whimpering through your open lips–fervently shaking at jihyo’s fingers giving one more curl at your g-spot, pushing you to the edge.
“mmmph fuck god-”
and just like that, your walls clamp down around jihyo’s fingers–closing your legs from her underhand grip to prolong the feeling. she slides her hands out of your worked cunt, hips shaking even with your ass up in the air before crumbling down to the mattress beneath you.
jihyo gives you some space again, dismounting from your lower thighs, as it took almost the remaining strength you had left to lay upright, the sensation from two orgasms back to back (this was still the beginning of the ‘night’ so there was a lot more in store soon.) the afterglow looked heavenly on you as jihyo laid right next to you, pressing her lips against your jaw while you hummed out despite your disheveled state.
“so pretty…” she whispers to you, meeting your eyes for another sloppy kiss and massages your scalp while your breathing returns to normal. you lean up jihyo’s chest as you close your eyes for a few moments, enjoying the embrace that you’ve missed so much from her until tonight.
“fuck,” you sigh out, still trembling and already fucking sore, but jihyo knew that there was still work to be done with you, and she knew that you were aiming for a fair trade of pleasure.
“you ready to go for another one?” jihyo asks you, rubbing your boob with her finger, grazing your nipple again, lightly pinching it. you stayed still for a second before jihyo would be caught off guard with the surge of control that flowed through your body.
in a split second you flip jihyo over, hovering over her body while you dive back for another kiss, biting her lip again before lowering yourself to her pulse point at the neck, earning a moan of approval from her,
“why don’t you explain to me about the future plans of jyp’s racing team while i eat you out?” you ask in between kisses as you make your way down, keeping your eyes with jihyo’s while sliding off her jorts and panties, raising her legs up in the air–a complete dynamic switch from her being on top of you to sinking into the mattress.
jihyo is left flustered at your request, knowing that her special present for winning the race would have her running laps for the entire night.
a PA system is overheard announcing a departing flight from las vegas to somewhere out in the east coast that was probably a connecting flight, but it wasn’t yours.
“so, i think everything went well with the after party two days ago.” your eyes lock onto nayeon who was sipping away a thai tea drink, scrolling away on her phone while you look at your laptop that showed the picture of jihyo getting drenched in champagne at the podium ceremony.
“i think the hangover is still lingering.” you hear tzuyu say, patting her shoulder out of genuine comfort for your close racing friend. now that the offseason was underway, it was a definite break for the drivers to get the downtime that they so thoroughly deserved after a long season, and before you know it, it’ll come back around again.
“i thought jeongyeon was gonna be with us.” you say to nayeon, looking up from her phone to meet your gaze with those round glasses of her’s that just fit her vibe so well.
“it actually turns out that she met someone at the club last night, so she’s gonna stay with her for another day or two.”
“does her someone have a name?”
“mina, i think.”
interesting news of development from your close circle of friends. speaking of developments–
tzuyu scrolls away on instagram, noticing a picture from jihyo’s profile that made her gasp out in public, a few surrounding people from the seating area behind you three taking notice of her being startled.
“what happened tzuyu?”
“jihyo’s the new ambassador for calvin klein?!”
you act shocked, but you already knew the news and to be fair, you did remind her that night about announcing it.
“really!? let me see.” nayeon asks, tzuyu handing the phone to her for nayeon to have a look, her mouth forming an o in surprise to how she announced it.
once you saw the picture, you didn’t think anything of it–until you got a second glance at what it actually was.
the picture was set in the hotel room, a familiar hotel room. the curtains were parted as the morning after that certain night was a cloudy morning–a perfect backdrop for a spontaneous photoshoot. jihyo stands at the window with her back facing the camera arms raised with the view behind her. she was wearing nothing but the same fucking lacy panties that jihyo drew down your legs with just her teeth. her bare back clearly toned showing in the picture and with a large CK on the corner of the photo.
“how come we didn't see you back at the hotel room y/n?” nayeon asks you, looking at the photo again with tzuyu’s phone in your hand still.
“well...” you try to answer, still thinking about that night–the sounds of grunts and moans filing your head, the sight of jihyo's face completly wrecked at the sight of fucking you before snapping out of it.
“you still haven’t told us what you were doing that night when we were supposed to eat out.”
"i thought i told you guys that ji-"
tzuyu gasps again, but this time in a more quiet manner.
“what is it?” nayeon gasps again at tzuyu’s small scare.
“look what i noticed in the bottom corner of the picture.”
tzuyu points at bottom corner, a small circular mirror on the table. the reflection from that said mirror shows a person wearing a red and black racer jacket with a smile creeping through at the very top of the mirror. their neck riddled with marks all over and the jacket not zipped up, exposing a little bit of their breasts in between.
“i know that smile from anywhere, and that jacket really looks familiar.”
“she’s not even wearing anything under that jacket either!”
the two girls look at you, a beaming smile on both of their faces with the tsunami of questions that they were going to sweep you in.
easy to say that jihyo’s underwear model announcement on her instagram page after winning the formula one championship was nothing more than a simple photo finish.
#jihyo day!!!!!!#saiiidahyunee#twice x reader#kpop x reader#kpop smut#twice smut#twice jihyo#park jihyo#jihyo smut#jihyo x reader#streaming zone until i pass out studying
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Dustin Henderson and the Lovebirds
by pukner
Rating: General Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Dustin Henderson, Dustin Henderson & Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Minor or Background Relationship(s)
Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Dustin Henderson, Robin Buckley, The Party (Stranger Things)
Additional Tags: POV Outsider, 5+1 Things, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Steve Harrington & Dustin Henderson Friendship, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson in Love, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Are Best Friends, Brotherly Steve Harrington, Soft Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson is Whipped, Dorks in Love, Fluff and Humor, Dungeons & Dragons References, like a lot of them, background ronance and byler
Words: 9,748
Chapters: 1/1
Summary
"You look like you've been mauled, dude," says Lucas. Then, after a beat, "Oh, ew."
"What the fuck," says Dustin, cottoning on, "What the fuck. This is hell, you didn't."
"Oh, I did," says Eddie, with the air of someone who's won something. He looks like the proverbial cat who's got the canary, if the canary wore polos and listened to Blondie.
"Shut up," Steve mutters, flushing as he seems to register what's happening, "Guys, it's not what you--uh, this isn't what it looks like--"
Or, five times Dustin Henderson was subjected to Eddie Munson being gross and sappy and in love with Steve Harrington, and one time Steve didn't even have to be there.
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ok but!! primal/hunting play w/ laios but w/ some sort of beastman or monster reader… the tables turn on the hunter & he gets his shit WRECKED. need to pounce on him & pin him down in the forest and maul him with my claws and teeth like a wild animal and fuck him until he’s crying. and then after i can lick his wounds (and offer actual medical care) and purr and purr and purr… my silly little hunter…
umm i can be bone anon :3
oh. oh my God. you are JUST like me. I... (and of course you can be bone anon <3)
Laios getting hunted is so fucking good. He thinks he has the upper hand and he's gonna get you first but in reality youre stalking him through the brush. You catch whiffs of his scent as he walks through. He has no idea but you're stalking behind him and getting closer and closer...
He only notices your presence last minute before you pounce, he lands awkwardly on his back while you go for his weak points. Laios tries to fight back (probably gives you a nice punch or a good kick off of him), but his strength isn't enough. You have the element of surprise and you're equipped with claws and teeth...
Laios is eventually beaten and bloody. His chest heaves as he tries to steady himself to fight you off again--to win. He's the hunter. You're a monster. This is his victory...
But he's weak. He's lost enough blood to make him dizzy and you have him pinned. And before he can even really process what's going on you're stripping off his clothes with your claws and he's fucking hard as a rock.
You grasp his neck in your maw and you can feel just how excited he is. His pulse is audible and even tangible--you can feel it thump against your tongue as you fuck him stupid. Laios is just in so much pain and pleasure at once that tears roll down his cheeks as he gasps and chokes and whimpers with each thrust. Every now and then he makes a move to try to get away or push you off but you just snarl at him and bare your fangs, pressing them deeper into his skin. It's a warning for him to just lie there and take it.
You can taste his sweat and the coppery blood from his throat, smell his musk and fear, see the glazed look in his eyes--everything about this is just so primal and feral it drives the two of you wild. It's like. Sex. But it's also a dominance thing. Reminding him that he may be strong--but so are you. And if you wanted, he could just be another meal to you, just like other monsters have been to him.
Then afterwards you rest on him and lick his salty, tear-stained cheeks and purr. Maybe do some minor healing spells while he comes back to earth (he gets really into submissive/prey role so he needs a little coaxing out of it). But be sweet to him and just love on him and afterwards he's gonna be yapping about how good you are and how he came hard enough to see stars.
Do I need to tag this with dark content or something lol idk pls someone tell me
#i love being aggressive and feral#i want to use Laios like a chew toy.#laios touden#dungeon meshi#x reader#suck my ask#bone anon
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I don't know who else to tell 🫣🫣 Steve feeds my little pain kink so much 😔 he looks good bloody 😳😳😳😳
Anon, have you been spying on my AO3 history?
You can tell me this shit aaaall day 😘
I just worked my way through "The Least Difficult of Men" from isozyme. It's a stony fic (and I bet that one anon from the other day will be baffled by that 💀💀). Typically, stony isn't my cup of tea, no disrespect to the people who prefer the drink, BUT I am weak, weak, weak for masochistic Steve, and the tags drew me in. How could I resist? And I have not been disappointed at all! It is so fucking good, I finished it a little bit ago and there's so much visceral ✨️pain✨️
The imagery in that fic fuck.
I think a lot about Steve in general--let's be real--but I think a lot about the faces Steve makes specifically, and lately, I've had Steve's face in (consensual, of course) pain in my head.
Who wouldn't want to see that pretty face contorted in pain, enjoying it perversely. Taking something that should be so awful but feeling it so good. It's intense and hot and stinging and painful, but god, it hurts so good.
So good.
Imagine...
((stucky masochism/sadism below the cut))
Imagine Steve, struggling beautifully underneath the weight of the biting sensations he's being made to feel. Controlled and commanded. He's strung up, restrained, and totally helpless to the assault Bucky is waging on his body. Steve's arms are stretched out to his sides, straight, so he can feel the strain in his muscles every time he breathes--heaving, chest expanding, then contracting, shoulder blades shifting, muscles over his ribs rippling, his stomach clenching. The ropes coiled around his wrists tightly paint red across his fair skin. He doesn't need to move, so his ankles are also bound, not as wide--he can stand, but it's not so easy on him. That's part of why he keeps tensing and squirming. But it isn't the whole story. He's squirming and tensing, his muscled body tight, because Bucky keeps hurting him.
Oh, God.
Steve chokes, his blue eyes welling until they glisten like jewels. He's so close to overflowing, nearly sobbing, but not yet. He can hold out for longer... right? He won't start crying yet?
But-!
Bucky's fingers are delightfully, horribly cruel--scratching deep lines in his fair skin until he looks like he's been mauled by a wild animal, lines down his back and across chest and up his thighs, lines underscoring his desire; slapping bruises across his ass until his poor backside is nearly purple, throbbing with heat; biting and pinching his hips so they're dotted with fingertip bruises like obscene flower petals; twisting his nipples until they get puffy and swollen, abused hotly; thumbing the slit of his pulsing cock until Steve feels raw and achy, leaking all over himself, making a mess. All of that torture and more. So much more that Steve can't fucking keep track of it all. It's so overwhelming. He can't--
He doesn't--
He doesn't know what's happening. He just knows that it makes his nerves all burn and crackle with an inferno he can't get anyway else. Nothing else sets fire to him so completely.
Nothing feels like this.
Fuck, he doesn't know what to feel because it all feels so good. It's so overwhelming in every way. Steve doesn't know where to look. He can't look at Bucky with that evil, gorgeous smile on his face--all teeth, dangerous and divine. He can't look at nothing, focused somewhere out in front of him, because then all he has to go off of is the way his skin sings.
And he can't fucking look down at himself because then all he sees is the evidence of how far he's willing to go for pleasure. The evidence of his pure depravity written across his skin as if he's a book. If he dares to look down at himself and feel the throb of flooding arousal, his teary and blue, so blue, eyes find hazily that his skin is blushing. He's sweating so much that he's glistening. Glowing red. And, Christ, his nipples are so red and hard over his round pecs that move with his gasping chest. His chest! Steve squirms as much as he can--his chest is scored with marks. Below that, if he can keep his blurry eyes open, his stomach is tight with lust, but his eyes skim over it much easier to stare down at his weeping, twitching, throbbing cock. He couldn't be harder if he tried.
Jesus.
Pain takes him from every angle, but it sharpens and deepens until he's wailing when Bucky flicks the head of his cock. Bright. Bright. FUCK. It's so bright and awful and good. White hot, teeth-gritting pain that cuts through him. Slices into his chest and makes it so he can't breath. The sensation viciously rips up from his cock into his belly and, and, and--
Steve screams when he does it again. Flicking the overly sensitive head of his dripping cock.
He's sobbing.
There's no choice in it. Sobbing. Steve can't choke it down or bite it off. He's sobbing whether he wants to or not now. He doesn't have a choice when he's burning alive, relishing in it. Maybe he's insane but, GOD, it hurts so good that he never wants it to stop. Clenching his fists until the bones in his hands creak.
Flick. Flick. Flick.
Ah! AH! AH!
It hurts so bad that he wants it to stop right now. Never. Stop. Don't. He cries harder. He moans louder.
Steve struggles so hard under the eating, all-consuming sensation that he loses his footing, gasping, the ground disappearing beneath him with a terrifying suddenty. Heart thudding in his chest like it might speed out of control, rising into his throat.
Scrambling with muscles melted, Bucky has to help Steve back to his feet to give him what he craves. More pain. More pleasure. More torture--merciless and so goddamn perfect.
Bucky. Bucky.Bucky.Bucky that's all Steve has besides glorious pain.
Bucky.
Bucky is so good to him. Marking him up, stripping him down completely to his bare bones, killing him by how alive he makes him feel.
Bucky is so good to him.
Bucky could use an implement on Steve rather than his hands, something, anything--a crop, a flogger, a paddle, vampire gloves, clothes pins, clamps, anything. Anything. But he isn't. He's taking Steve apart with his bare hands, making him whine rustily and cry desperately and ache for a taste of mercy.
Using nothing more than his hands to leave his mouth hanging open, sobbing, squirming pathetically weakly, sweetly garbling, "h-hurts! AH! It huurts!" when he can't take it anymore, he's gonna fucking cum. It's so much. So good.
Bucky cocks his head to the side, "aww," he clicks his tongue, pouting at him as he steps in closer, intentionally rubbing his thigh against him so Steve can feel the raw head of his dick catch Bucky's pants, the friction making him want to scream all over again, muscles tensing and quivering, wrecked, "it hurts, does it, baby?"
Steve moans low in his throat, exhausted in the best way, hanging his head, barely nodding.
"Poor thing," Bucky wraps his arms around Steve's neck, playing innocent while pressing his knee to Steve's heavy, tight balls. Totally unrelenting as he flinches and sings for him, crying out in pain.
"Nnngh!" Steve whines raggedly, stretching to get onto his toes. The pain of his balls getting smashed against the thick, corded muscle of Bucky's killer thighs is, is... it's gonna, yeah, God, it's gonna kill him. He's gonna die. He's gonna cum. Now. Bucky is ruthless, making him hurt deliciously everywhere. Fuuuck.
#asks#fandomfluffandfuck#i wasn't trying to write a little bit for this#but#look#my love for masochist steve just took over completely#steve rogers#bucky barnes#stucky#fic rec#big sub steve#dom bucky#masochist steve
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HELLO !!!
Having now finished binging all of your star wars fics, I come here asking for some recs. Just any of your favourites, bonus points if it will cause emotions (and tears).
Also can't stress enough how much I love your writing, it's so so brilliant <3
(this is neptunesenceladus btw, tumblr hates me and won't let me send asks with a side blog so you get this one)
HI!!! Good to see you, good to see you <3 Always happy to provide recs <3 <3 <3
I want you to know I went through my bookmarks and pulled like sixty fics and had a brief moment of panic, so this is not all of my recs just the first... thirty, or so. If none of these are appealing, oh boy, do I have more!
This list is not in any order other than bookmark order, most are on the shorter side, most are Gen and I am pretty sure all are complete. I tried to warn for stuff that could be a squick when I remembered.
False Dichotomy by nsmorig
Starting off strong with my favorite Cody fic of all time. If you read nothing else on this list I encourage you to read this (if the tags are not a squick) because it will re-shape your brain and shatter your heart into tiny pieces. Basic premise is Force Sensitive Cody gets captured by Dooku and survives torture, experimentation, and imprisonment while trying to figure out his relationship to the Force and to his personhood, and the ways those things are connected.
What's in a Name by Sankt
This is about Fordo post war and it’s phenomenal characterization.
The Last Poem of Jedha by schweinsty
How Bohdi Rook becomes a rebel and writes a poem.
you're like a loaded gun by kazhan
Ok this is E and also Underage, so maybe it’s a skip, but it’s teen Boba/Cal trying to navigate sex and love and secret identities and it’s so fucked up and so good.
chicken, cattle and cat by deniigiq
Obi-Wan and Maul living in domestic dis-harmony on Tatooine. What more could you ask.
Little things [are the reason to live] by i_will_bite
Clone medics navigating a slightly hostile working environment and trying to make it less hostile T-T
Two brothers (and a kid) by meerlicht
What if. Waxer and Boil just stayed on Ryloth, with Numa. What then?
with poise, with grace by andeemae
Stone falls through a hole in a roof and falls in love. Beautiful clone/OC romance and very cute kids, doesn’t shy away from the difficulties of being a clone in love with a civilian. Very much an inspiration for me.
second time around by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters
This is another one I wasn’t sure I wanted to put on here because it deals briefly with rape, but it’s such a wonderfully fucked up take on Anakin and Rex’s relationship. Or, how Vader views Rex.
The Desert Storm by Blue_Sunshine
If you are looking for an epically long series to get invested in I highly recommend checking this one out. This series and its sister-series are some of the best characterization and worldbuilding for Jedi I have ever had the pleasure of reading and it is a fix-it in all the messy, hard, terrible ways people don’t usually write fix-its.
Shape-Changer by Fialleril
This is a foundational fic for me. Incredible Tatooine worldbuilding. Inspired me to write the way I write.
The Sun Is Bright, The Sun Is Blue by ambiguously
CUT AND SU ORIGIN STORY!!!
most things may never happen: this one will by jaigeye
This is brutal but what if you were a droid and you had to dissect a person.
Bad Deal by FettsOnTop (GTFF)
Boba/Lando my beloved. A brief look into their relationship and into Lando’s thoughts leading up to Han and them’s arrival.
and the Force is with me by sauntering_down
Rex and Ahsoka and the way the war changed them, and what they can and cannot do in the aftermath.
Twilight on Owl Creek Bridge by yellow_caballero
The Fox fic of all time. What if you were trapped in a time-loop with a ghost from the future but your life is so monotonous and simultaneously bizarre you don’t even notice.
Fishhooks by yellow_caballero
The Boba fic of all time. This author does not write much for SW but every time they do it’s iconic. What if you were a teenager running away from home but also a perfect clone of your father created to be him but better but also his because you will never escape his body and his ownership and his love. What then.
Staring into open flame by SLWalker
This is such a beautiful and heartbreaking read, it’s basically exploring what would have to happen for Maul and Obi-Wan to have a genuinely healthy and happy relationship post murder and bisection.
Energy Drink Fox by carrinth
The crack comic of all time. What if Fox had space Monster.
lost cause by catboydogma
The foundational Dogma fic. The fic that got me wondering about how clones spend their time on Coruscant.
the married au by dharmaavocado
Clone rebellion my beloved. Basic premise is the clones took over Kamino and then went out into the galaxy as a mercenary army of sorts. Rex and Cody are finding their place in the world, creating business partnerships, falling in love, manipulating public perception of clones. (Background clonecest, not between Rex and Cody.)
#cordelia answers asks#i am so incredibly flattered you enjoyed my fic#hopefully some of these fics give context for why i write what i write and can get you started with new authors#thank you again <3#fic recs#star wars fic
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Hiii~~ coming onto this blog to do Terror propaganda. Follow my terror sideblog @leadandblood , this is just my main. That said:
Welcome to The Terror (2018)!
Here are things that I love about the first season that might convince you to watch it too (without spoilers)
The fandom is absolutely amazing!!!! I have never had such wonderful comments and tags under posts. And they're all really talented and just wonderful
Gay love.
So much gay love oh my god everyone is gay-
Heck, there's even straight love if you're into that
Old men <3
Absolute angels and absolute demons, that are SO fun to watch
The show knows it's characters incredibly well
They are well developed and act believably in all instances i can think of
If what they do doesn't make sense in the moment it's gonna later
"Here's a guy. Now lets find out how many fucked up things can happen to him before he goes insane or khs"
Representation! Gays, amputees and POC
The main main cast is mostly white men but when there's someone else it has significance to the story or bears a deeper meaning
The visuals are stunning
Amazing camera work
The sound design!!!! Oh my god!!! It's so gooood!!!
Insane paralels game. You won't even notice some of them, but they make sense once you do
The love and care that went into this show is incredible
Very rewarding upon rewatch - different views on scenes and characters and such
You will be finding new details for several rewatches (im on my 6th and still finding stuff)
THE ACTING OH MY GOD THE ACTING
Jared Harris - and his insane ability to portray any combination of emotions with one expression
Tobias Menzies and his goddamn microexpressions
Just to name a few, but honestly they're all amazing
They're also very nice to look at
Prepare to get hurt in the most creative ways possible - it KNOWS how to hurt you and it's... Kinda satisfying
Whump galore!! Emotional and physical. Comfort and no comfort. Just take your pick
It's finished, so they can't fuck it up anymore lmao
The sheer horror of being stuck in the arctic with little to no food and everything wanting to kill you /pos
Things that might turn you away
The sheer horror of being stuck in the arctic with little to no food and everything wanting to kill you /neg
Racist characters. it's the 1800s :///
Death. Oh god there's so much death
Oh you have a favourite character? Well, he dies :/
It is a tragedy through and through.
When you think it can't get any worse, yes it can
So many side characters that you'll be learning their names for the next few days to come
They're 95% white men that look the same when you start out
Bad things happen to animals :(
There's quite a lot of gore... Open skulls, deep wounds, amputation, disease, burning to death, mauling, i could go on
At one point alcoholism and suicide
There will be poems
Overall just a really really great show, i am in love with it
#The terror#The terror amc#Amc the terror#jared harris#Tobias Menzies#francis crozier#James fitzjames
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Your name has echoed through my mind (Aemond Targaryen x f!reader)
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader
Word count: 1.8k
Summary: You often enjoy testing his limits, but this time, he tested yours.
Warning: Mentions of cringy sex, voyeurism, really possesive behaviour, read if you want, but if you are a minor, leave! why are you here?!
A/N: Guys, I really don't know what is happening, like my posts are getting shaddowbanned and don't even show on the tags or on my tumblr, I don't know if it's a glitch or something, so I decided to post it again? I hope this time it shows.
Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received! I love to read your lovely coments :)
You waited until the sun set before returning to Dragonstone, the gates of the castle were closed and the roars of the dragons made something inside you to tremble. Guards were patrolling the entrance, some carrying swords. Your lips lifted in a smirk.
Did the little one-eyed prince did this for you?
You thought it was adorable, it wouldn’t stop you though, but the thought that he was putting this much of security made you giddy. You waited for a bit until a guard passed. You breathed deeply and ran to one of the walls, your back pressed against the warm stone and counted.
Seventy. Seventy-one. Seventy-two. Seventy-three. The guard passed once again. ‘So that’s how long it takes to take one round.’ You thought.
Have walked around these streets more than ten times during the last few days while you were looking for the best ideal option to enter the castle. At first, your idea was to climb the walls of it, you were a very good climber, but after noticing how tall the walls were, you quickly left out that plan. So now, your best option was to just enter through the door.
You scrambled towards it, using the shadows as your hiding spot. Your palms scrapped against the floor, they still stung with the last time the prince found you, his rough treatment shouldn’t excite you but it did. Only one of the many reasons of how fucked-up you were.
Sweat began dripping down your spine. There was little to no coverage being out here at the open. The place was heavily guarded and the moonlight was illuminating it. If someone would just stare for a moment, they would indeed find you there.
What would Aemond do if he discovered you on his precious place? Would he hurt you? No, he probably would kill you, display your mauled corpse on the outsides of Dragonstone.
Yes, that sounded just like him.
But, if he wanted to kill you, he would have done it already. That was obvious. You wouldn’t even stan a chance against him on a fight, he was that good. And that was extremely sexy.
You dashed from shadow to shadow, using the walls and trees to cover up, light spilled from the large opening of the entrance door. A few members of the royal family were visible, the oldest son and his twin sister siting around on a horizontal structure, he was boringly looking at her playing with something on her hands. Their long white hair was something recognizable, a token of superiority or something like that.
You hesitated for a moment, you needed to find a way across them. Boots scuffed against the stone behind you. You trembled, perfectly knowing that sound. You slightly turn around, the light of the moon illuminated the stone, there was no sign of life other than the guards. You waited and waited, slowly straightened up.
A large form stepped out of the darkness. Oh fuck. You froze for a second as you recognize his slender figure, a long black leather coat on his body.
Aemond had been watching you, his eye reflecting the light of the moon, accentuating the beautiful violet color. He had threated you before, banning you from Dragonstone and here you were, trying to break in.
He didn’t say anything but still haven’t approached you in any way yet. His fingers curled around his sword, the blade shining as deadly as he was.
You smirked, he wasn’t going to kill you, well, at least not yet. His head nodded to the side, turning around and walking away. You followed him intrigued by his action and completely aroused by him, by his dominant stance, by his silence, by the sword, just everything.
Aemond slowed his pace, accommodating to your steps. He wanted you to follow him but you didn’t understand why, he guide you through the gardens keeping into the darkness, curiously avoiding every guard. He walked with a predatory looseness, the rolling of his hips were calculated, the angle of his head was high and proud, the white of his hair shining against the moon, the straightness of his shoulders were elegant.
He stopped, hiding behind a tree. You walked close to him, brushing your body against him, sharing the darkness and his warmth. He stifled for a moment and you didn’t even bother to hide your smirk.
Moments passed and the silence still surrounded you, your eyes followed his gaze, trying to see what he was seeing as the gardens were empty. You frowned, what was he waiting for?
Suddenly, a set of footsteps starteld you, taking away your gaze from Aemond, you manage to catch the sight of Alicent Hightower. The queen. His mother.
Aemond’s hands grabbed your waist and pressed you against the tree, your eyes on his mother. His fingers wrapped around your neck. “Don’t say a word.” He lifted you off the ground, your legs quickly circling his waist. “I believe I have told you to stay away from here.” His gaze was dark and wild. “What should I do? You deserve punishment.”
Unable to speak, you tilted your head upward, silently offering your throat. Your form shook with terror and excitement. Not knowing what he would do to you. You were on his control, you couldn’t escape him and as he became scarily still, looking at you so intently that it made your cunt clench around nothing, you force your body to stay as still as possible.
“I give it to you, ñuha byka rūklon.” His eye watched you hungrily, shifting his hand to your shoulder, allowing you to breathe. “And you love that, my hands on your throat, controlling everything.”
You gulped a mouthful of air.
“I’ve never met anyone as you, ñuha byka rūklon.” Aemond lowered his head, dragging his nose over your cheek.
“Aemond? Are you here?” His mother called out.
He chuckled, his lips pressing quickly against your cheek, making you arch your back, pushing your body against him, needing more contact. He growled. “Naughty, my mother is here.”
He was aroused like you. Long, thick and hard, only for you. He kissed your neck, lightly biting it, scratching it, the hurt made you moan.
You wanted to reach for him, to hold him closer, to toss away that horrible eye-patch and he held you, sucking on your skin. “Another noise and I will ripped out your throat without any regret.” Aemond lifted his head, his eye watching obsessively at his handiwork. He smirked. “I wouldn’t even hesitate.”
“You would miss me.” You shuddered against his body. “You would be bored without me.” Your voice was hoarse, raw from his abuse. “So miserable.”
Aemond looked at you with amusement. “You should be afraid of my words, my little wildflower.” He pressed you more into the tree. “I’m quite dangerous.”
“I’m quite dangerous as well, little prince.” You smirked. “You wouldn’t survive at my grasp.” You wanted to do more than play, you wanted him to devour you whole. He grabbed your face and turned it towards his mother.
“Is that a challenge?” He pressed against you, slowly moving against your cunt. “I like challenges as I always win, but that’s not the question.”
“What’s the question then?” You close your eyes as he pulled your head back, licking up your neck, over to your chin.
“Would you be a good girl and stay quiet?”
Your lips parted and he captured them, thrusting his tongue between your lips, both of your tongues dueled for dominance, he growled and you knew in that moment that you were his. He kept his grip on your throat, clenching and unclenching the pressure on it, controlling your breaths. You rocked against him, grinding your cunt against the bulge of his pants.
Aemond’s hands quickly pushed your clothes away from your body, doing the same with his pants. “Do not make a sound, you don’t want my mother to see us.” His hand grabbing his cock, guiding it against your entrance, slowly using the tip to separate your lips, coating it with your slick. He huffed a laugh when you tense as he lined himself up at your entrance. He thrusted deep.
You loudly moan, bucking against him, digging your nails against his still covered shoulders.
“You’re tight.” His jaw clenched, frowning in arousal. “Wet and mine.” He sank deeper into you.
You shuddered at his speed, wiggling trying to get him deeper.
“Be still.” Aemond bit your neck, holding you in place and forcing you to take him all. “My mother could hear you, you want that? You want her to see the kind of whore you are?”
You squeezed against his cock, making him groan at the sensation. You couldn’t even describe the sensation and you became addicted. You panted and clutched to him. Aemond lifted his head and stared at you as he force his mouth to yours, tugging and pulling in sync with the thrust of his hips.
He fucked you like the animal he was, the only way he could do it, driving into you again and again. The dominance he showed you made your brain go fuzzy, the world spinning around you, the thrilling of knowing his family was looking for him. “Yes, yes, yes.” You didn’t care to stay quiet, you needed him. “Harder, Aemond, fuck me harder.”
He growled but complied to your demand, his face contouring with desire. Aemond closed his eye when you clench around him again and you hated that. Your hands quickly grabbing his face. “Me, look at me and only me.”
He opened it once again, his focus on you and only you. He held nothing back, pounding into you as the sound of footsteps came closer to your hiding spot. Aemond bit your neck and you almost screamed, clenching one final time. He stopped, his eye closing as he began cumming, splattering the inside of your cunt, painting your walls with his seed.
Your face hide against his neck as he held you closer, your arms and legs weak and his body supporting your weight against his. He gently rocked, trying to keep the feeling a little bit longer, his cock buried deep in your cunt. His mouth searching yours.
“Your mother.” You whispered against his lips, as he throw away his pants, beginning to walk with you on his arms, at some point he had slipped out of you and you felt his cum leaking out of you. “She will see us.”
He shushed you. “She will only see us if you keep talking.”
“Someone will see us.”
“Trust me.”
“Never.”
“Good girl.” He kissed the side of your head, as he made his way to his room. This wouldn’t be the only time he would fuck you on this night.
#aemond targaryen x reader#aemond targaryen x you#aemond targaryen one shot#aemond targaryen smut#house of the dragon imagine#aemond targaryen fanfic#aemond imagine#aemond targaryen imagine#aemond fanfiction#aemond x you#aemond targaryen fanfiction#aemond targaryen fic#hotd imagines
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╭₊˚ ๑︰Loud Music, No Thoughts ๑ ꒱
✧.* featuring: yn being tasked with distracting Tweek while Craig is away for the weekend leading to them showing him a new form of stress relief
✧.* tags: college au, comedy, established relationship (tweek x craig)
✧.* Characters: tweek tweek, craig tucker
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"What do you mean 'I'm in charge of Tweek'?"
Craig sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as though he weren’t the one dropping his boyfriend on me for the weekend without asking me beforehand. I’m not sure why he gets to be the annoyed one in this situation. I’m the one who thought they were being invited to a coffee hang with their friend only for it to turn into a job request.
“I mean, I need you to watch him this weekend.”
“Isn’t that literally your job?”
“Yes, but my family’s annual camping trip is this weekend and it’s strictly family. So you need to hang out with Tweek until I get back.”
“Why do I need to watch over a literal adult?” I asked, crossing my arms and leaning back in my chair, confused as to why this was my problem.
“Because he gets freaked out every year when I go and doesn’t sleep until I’m back because he assumes a bear is going to maul me in my sleep.”
“Yeah, that sounds about right.”
“So you have to distract him.”
“And how exactly do I do that?”
Craig shrugged, “I don’t know, just hang out with him or something.”
“Very descriptive, thank you for putting so much care into ensuring your boyfriend rests well this weekend.” I said in a deadpan voice, staring at him blankly.
“Can you actually shut the fuck up.”
I straightened in my chair, looking at Craig with an aghast expression.
Is he really going to ask me to babysit his boyfriend that I barely talk to then bitch at me about it?
“Oh? What was that?” I asked, looking down at a fake watch on my wrist then looking back to Craig with a pout, “Sorry, I think my weekend just filled up-”
“Come on, yn.” Craig tried to protest but I continued the act.
“What was that?” I lifted my phone up to my ear, pretending to take a call, “I’m getting a call from Kenny? He wants to have a Mario Party marathon all weekend?” I lowered the phone and looked at Craig with an exaggerated apologetic frown, “Sorry, dude. It looks like I’m busy this weekend. If only someone had said please when asking me to babysit their anxiety ridden boyfriend instead of being asshole of the month-”
“Okay, fine!” Craig shouted, averting his eyes while his hands gripped the bottom of his sweatshirt as though it physically pained him to consider asking nicely, “Will you please hang out with Tweek this weekend?” His eyes darted to my face to catch a glimpse of my reaction before looking away quickly.
I made a show of pondering the request, tapping my finger on my chin and letting out many inquisitive “hmmmm”s. It's not often that THE Craig Tucker asks for something nicely and I wanted to savor the moment in its entirety, but the longer I drew out the bit, the more visible annoyed Craig became. I gave a final inquisitive hmmm before turning back to Craig with a smirk, shrugging my shoulders as I agreed to help.
“Yeah, sure. How hard can it be?”
—
“No Tweek, Craig’s not going to drown while attempting to catch salmon with his bare hands. I don’t even think he knows what a salmon looks like.”
Turns out it is very hard.
I arrived at Tweek Bros Coffee at 12:30 pm. It was currently 1:43 pm and I've run out of things to do. I brought coloring books but Tweek kept breaking the colored pencils then freaking out about said broken colored pencils. I brought Yahtzee! but Tweek couldn’t figure out how to shake the dice without sending them flying across the cafe. I didn’t even try the Uno deck I’d brought. I only brought it because I genuinely didn’t know much about Tweek and if Yahtzee! wasn’t his thing, I didn’t see Uno being any better.
So here we sat, awkwardly avoiding eye contact at a table as Tweek continued to spiral about the various terrible things that could be happening to Craig on his trip. I had never spent much time with Tweek one-on-one. We’d mixed in a group just fine but the dynamic shift was throwing me off as much as it seemed to throw him off.
Tweek’s leg bounced at sonic speed as a hand tapped on the table with a similar rhythm. His eyes darted around the cafe, focusing on different spots for a second before moving to the next. Anywhere but on me. He’d worn one of Craig’s sweatshirts today, probably as a way to try and calm himself down even if it was a futile attempt, and his other hand twisted the aglet of the hood’s drawstring.
If I hooked him up to a hamster wheel, he could power the whole city for a week.
I shook off the idea. Craig probably wouldn’t approve of me utilizing his boyfriend’s manic energy to generate clean energy.
“So…” I started, trailing off as Tweek snaps his head in my direction, not knowing where I was going now that I had his attention. “What do you and Craig normally do?”
“Well, we usually watch movies or-” He cut off momentarily as a twitch shook his head, “Or he helps me bake something. But now he won’t be able to help me bake if his car is hit by an avalanche on the way back-”
Oh god, not again.
“But that’s not going to happen because they’re going in the opposite direction of the mountains!” I quickly retorted. Tweek’s tense shoulder’s didn’t relax from the response, only pausing his most recent spiral until the next thought crossed his mind.
The awkward silence returned as I wracked my brain for something we could do other than sit here and play verbal tennis with Tweek’s anxiety for the next 48 hours.
I could text Jimmy, Tolkien, and Clyde? Maybe they’ll be better at this than me? Hell, anyone would be better than me at this.
“Do you listen to any music?” I asked. As much as I hated small talk, if Tweek and I are spending the next two days together I might as well take the opportunity to get to know him more.
Tweek shook his head. But with the twitching it looked more like a rapid shake to get water out of your ear. “Not really. I’ve tried listening to lofi or classical music to relax but it’s always so quiet that I can’t help but think about everything that’s bothering me.”
As he spoke, the hand on the table stopped tapping as quickly and his gaze slowed it’s constant jumping. His leg still moved like a rabbit but it seemed he’d forgotten about Craig’s impending doom in favor of music for a brief moment,
Bingo.
“Dude yeah, that’s because you shouldn’t be listening to chill music if you don’t want to think.” I said, jumping at the first conversation topic which seems to have distracted him. Tweek turned to look at me, eyebrows furrowed.
“What do you mean? Craig said that calm music is the best way to calm down-” His eyes widened as he remembered Craig was currently camping his way to death.
Fuck get him back before he spirals again!
“What I mean,” I began, putting both hands on the table to grab Tweek’s attention, “is that when you don’t want to think, you need to listen to loud songs so that you can’t think.”
“How does that even work? If I can’t think then I’m not sentient and if I’m not sentient then am I even human-” I cut Tweek off, pulling out my headphones and connecting them to my phone.
“Here, let me show you.” I put my headphones in his hand, guesting for him to put them in when he stared at me with blank eyes. Once Tweek secured the headphones in his ears, I queued up my favorite ‘life is too much, I need to scream’ songs starting with the classic I’m Not Okay by My Chemical Romance. I made sure the volume was nice and high then sat back to let Tweek experience the true serotonin boost of loud music, no thoughts.
As the song played, I observed Tweek’s movements. Or more accurately, the lack of movement. His leg’s bouncing slowed before eventually coming to a stop. The hand which has incessantly tapped an unknown tune on the table switched to following the familiar beat of the song. His head even began to slowly bob to the music, the once erratic rise and fall of his chest slowing to a natural pace.
Oh my god. I fixed Tweek.
The song came to an end and Tweek remained in his spot, staring into the distance as if in a trance. A small grin snuck onto my face at the sight of the usually jumpy man finally relaxing.
“So, how’d you like it?” I asked, tapping my fingers on the table in a mimicry of a drumroll. Tweek snapped out of his trance, turning to me with a surprisingly calm expression. His eyebrows weren’t permanently furrowed and his shoulders seemed to finally relax from their permanent stiff position below his ears.
“Do you have more?” He answered with a question.
I quickly nodded, opening my phone and beginning to scroll through music as I spoke, “Oh yeah, I have a ton more!” I glanced up at Tweek, “Do you want to listen to more?” I asked, hoping his question wasn’t misunderstood.
Tweek nodded, “You’re right about the music being louder than your thoughts.” He raised a hand to his head, threading it through his blonde locks as his voice dropped to a quieter volume, “I couldn’t hear my own voice. I don’t think I’ve ever not been able to hear my voice in my head.” He snuck a glance in my direction as if to see if I’d noticed the mutterings. I flashed him a smile, hoping to reassure whatever inkling inside of him that it was okay.
“That’s the best part about loud music. You get a moment to sit there and just breathe.” I gestured towards the door with my phone, “Let’s go to my car. Loud music is even better when you’re driving around with a friend.”
As I said “friend”, a small smile pushed its way onto Tweek’s face. He gave a quick nod in response before pulling out my headphones and setting them on the table. We both stood and said goodbye to Tweek’s parents, heading towards the exit.
“Any requests?” I asked over my shoulder as I pushed open the door.
“Anything loud like that last song.” Tweek said then added, “Or louder.”
A laugh burst from my mouth as we walked to my car.
“You listen to one MCR song and now you’re hooked? I must be some sort of miracle worker.”
I walked around the car to the driver’s side while Tweek stood in front of the passenger door. We locked eyes from over the hood. A chill snuck its way up my spine, leaving an energetic tingle over my skin. The awkward atmosphere which suffocated us had dissipated, evaporating into the air and leaving a warm comfort settling in the air.
Tweek looked so much better with a smile. The worry lines never suited his face. I much preferred the smile lines carved into his face.
I wonder if he’ll ever have wrinkles there instead of his forehead.
My face broke into a grin as I pulled the door open.
“I cannot wait to show you KISS.” I said before ducking into the car, Tweek following close behind.
Craig’s going to be so pissed when he comes back and I’m best friends with his boyfriend. Serves him right for leaving, little bitch. I thought with a grin, starting my car and pulling out of the parking lot with Detroit Rock City blasting through the speakers, leaving a trail of vibrating air in our wake.
#tweek loving loud music is canon because I said so#also yn and craig sibling relationship is best relationship#hes just so easy to argue with#corporatefrog#south park#south park x reader#tweek#craig tucker
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in regards to your padme post, what if padme WAS put into the space monk order and groomed by the literal devil alongside anakin? How do you think she would've turned out?
#you can't put tags in asks #but I'm doing it anyways #padme and anakin are some of my favorite star wars characters
The galaxy is fucked. That's it, thanks for your ask. /hj
The thing is that Palpatine is so...insidious (lol) that I fully believe he could groom anyone to be a Darth Vader if he has the opportunity.
Look at Luke, with Luke it didn't work because he didn't have years of manipulation and Luke did have more stable relationships and less all-consumming insecurities compared to Anakin, and a much less dogmatic understanding of bieng A Good Jedi (tm),,,AND LUKE STILL ALMOST FALLS.
Even if you want to take the sequels as canon...He also didn't have the time to groom Rey for years, and still almost succeds.
Padmé saw Palpatine as a sort of political mentor but could realize she was being played, but Palpatine didn't warp her into world-changing views.
But regarding your question, I think it would depend a lot and there's a lot of factors playing, like: Do she and Anakin bond? Why did Palpatine pick her? Or is this a reverse situation? Was she also brough as an older kid or was taken as a baby?
If we simplify it to "She was the one super strong in the force so Palpatine picked her for apprentice", yeah, I think we would have had Darth Amidala, perhaps less ruthless and murderous than Vader, more subtle and way more cold, but...idk, look at the other people Sidious got his hand into (Maul, Dooku).
If Padmé and Anakin had bonded, and Sheev had wanted Padmé as his apprentice, then I bet he would've find some way to get rip off of Anakin and anyone close to her, isolating and cutting away any ties to love or comforts is first and foremost.
Even if Anakin had been another apprentice to Sheev, then Palpatine was in for just some fun games and see how to get one of his apprentices kill, betray or in some way get out of the picture so only the best one remains.
Sheev is an incredible villain because he's always playing 4D Chess and he adapts his plan on the go.
When it comes to AUs like this, I think we're talking about the very human and sad nature that is being vulnerable to manipulation, no matter how smart.
Sometimes we want to think "oh if it hadn't been Anakin, if it had been -insert goodie good character-, things would've changed", but the fact is that no one is infalible. Groomers change their game and attack the weakness they see and adapt to their victim needs, and Palpatine is terrifying in that regard. And is a supporting system what helps people to get out.
Padmé is brave, smart and competent, but guess what, so was Anakin. And I think Palpatine would have exploited her weakness if he had chosen her as a victim instead of Anakin. But so would have anyone else. If Palpatine had chosen Obi-Wan, or Ahsoka, or Quilan, or Ayla, whatever, then we would have ended with a sith apprentice anyways; with their own particular personality and quirks, of course, and less unhinged perhaps because one of the biggest things in Anakin/Vader's views is that he was a slave and he sees the world in a very particular way, but yeaaaah.
If I must think of how could an evil Padmé would be...I think she would be very methodical and unlike Vader, she wouldn't be submissive to her "master" at all, she would plot against Sheev and harbour lots of hate and very little loyalty to him. She has the mindset of a queen, not a slave. In a way, that would make her more dangerous.
And I think she would ha v e some sort of…possesive views? Like, idk how to explain, kinda like how a queen sees a bestiary? Awesome, scary and cool beast to keep in a nice sanctuary, but they belong to her. I get this idea because of that bit from one of the novels, where she thinks that Anakin is like a vine tiger, dangerous and capable of murdering anyone else "but that runs to put his cheek against her and pur.r"
But like Anakin, then anyone can turn back as well and get away from the manipulation, and a sith Padmé could as well!
aLSO, before anyone says something because I'm starting to know how this fandom works... no, I'm not absolving Anakin of guilt, because victims can become abusers and should be held accountable. However, I am praising how terrifying Palpatine actually is when you think about it, literally any other character could've become what Anakin became had Sheev (or any other groomer, tbh) decided to play the cards that way.
Sorry for the long rambling I thing i sidetracked a lot, I hope at least it's a good answer nkljgndfjkgdfg
#star wars#sheev palpatine#padme amidala#anakin skywalker#anidala#thanks for the ask!#ask#tw grooming#rambling
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Maul fic rec because yes please
Hello friendos. In the last few months or so, I took a break from tumblr and in that time read through the near-entirety of the (maul centered) Maul fic on ao3. It was a blast and I wanted to make a rec list because these were amazing and I want to gush over them. my goal here is to rec something for any maul mood you may be in. there's flash (short) fic, medium length, and long-ass novel fic; some fluff, some angst, some character studies; i tired to hit each Maul Genre. And I'm categorizing them because organizing things is fun.
So:
O66 fallout:
To The Wild by @d0nkarnage (43,251 words; rated M)
This one is by far my fav of the Maul and Ahsoka team up during O66 (fall) ones. Giant buff gay Ahsoka? Yes. Good. But the greatest draw of this fic is the way in which these two characters learn to understand each other. I like how hostile it begins and how the author shows Ahsoka's opinion changing over time. And of course, because my focus is going to be Maul, I loved the way the Ahsoka POV catches his acerbic demeanor and lets him just be kind of an asshole. Then that first chapter of Maul POV hits to reframe everything and youre like *dog in a burning room meme* this is fine. It balances tone really well, with growth built on small moments, parallels I didn't expect to punch me in the heart, lines of dialogue that bring every that's crashing beneath up to the surface, and just being fucking funny. Every other line has me going Oooooooo that's some good-ass writing. Love it, please read it and enjoy the image of Ahsoka and Maul arm wrestling while you try not to sob over the ways theyve learned to care for each other.
Cocaine and Abel by storm_warning (18,431 words; rated T)
On the other side of Maul and Ahsoka team up (fall), we have my favorite of the Maul and Ahsoka team up (balance), or 'Ole Palps gets defeated. Not only is this fic awesome, so is the playlist (which the author has linked in the notes) that accompanies it. My favorite part of this fic is Maul's denial, or his inability to understand/confront himself. He's working through allying with Ahsoka, seeing his master defeated, and figuring out where his place is, all while fighting through the horror of [his entire life.] It all coalesces into my favorite line: "--and then his knife is letting the blood out of the Anomid’s throat, and it runs gushing and thin in the rain, and all the wretched voices are quiet with shock." Switching the subject of the sentence in a moment of intense emotional struggle is such a clever use of language, reminiscent of Windham using the passive voice to signify Maul's dissociation, and I went back and re-read the passage like seven times. Read this one if you want to lie awake at night, haunted by birdsong.
The Heavy Center by bluestalking (41,790 words; rated G)
This one snuck up on me! Not because I didn't like it, but because it didn't sound like something I would normally be into. But I was determined to read almost everything in the tag so I tried it and I'm so glad I did. It's a post-O66 (fall) fic that centers around Padme, Ahsoka, Maul, and Obi-Wan. And It's one of those fics where I have to stop every few paragraphs or so to just repeat a sentence to myself and roll the rhythm over my teeth. The turns of phrase are exquisite. I really appreciate how reasonable Maul is in this fic. I feel like in a lot of Obimaul scenarios, he doesn't get to be the one to say hold on wait a minute let's talk. I think this one does a great job showing the shift in his motivation/reasoning and how that affects the way he approaches other people. I also like how there's so much he and Obi-Wan don't talk about. They skirt around stuff because its difficult to confront, but they find a way anyway.
Smaul:
Keep Running by @greenreticule (two parts, combined 26,094 words; rated T)
God bless Maul is rescued young fics. I think this series gets the exact balance of aw what a cute bby and oh shit that is one traumatized child how tf do I raise him. I like that the relationship between Dex and Maul isn't easy, but it is careful. I like that Dex messes up and that Maul is a rebellious fearful angry curious little guy, prone to all the folly of any young child, let alone one raised by Sidious. And I love that those behaviors appearing are signs of healing! The world-building in this one is really cool too. I found myself enjoying the locations and imagining the spaces around the characters. And HOLY SHIT the trans feelings in part two. Please heed the author's warnings carefully. I was having a great time, enjoying smaul, and then felt like I got hit by a train. It's good, but it's painful, but it's good.
Twin Suns/Kenobi on Tatooine:
the past is another planet by anonymous (329 words, rated T)
I so admire authors who can say a lot with very little. This snippet of an altered Twin Suns uses action to convey thought very well, touching on themes without ever naming them. The last line left me breathless.
Just This Once by A_Hodgepodge_of_Nothings (35,451 words, rated E)
This fic is exceedingly warm. It made me happy reading it, and I had to pace myself-- stop myself from finishing it all in one go. This is a desert hermits fic in which Maul and Obi-Wan's relationship develops very slowly and naturally, spaced over time skips that flow together really well. The Maul would be good with kids, actually, representation we need. The learning to be vulnerable around each other and learning how to rely on someone else scenes we also need. Just two tired, sad men clinging onto what little hope remains between them. And some chapters have art!
The Nature of the Beast by Carmarthen (@carmarthenfan) (1,384 words; rated G)
After I've spent 20 minutes staring at the ceiling, despondent over Maul, I turn to this fic for relief. Maul and Obi-Wan adopt a puppy. What's not to love. The author does some really interesting world-building regarding the Tusken raiders, and Maul himself is curmudgeonly to cover his affection. He's a stinker who buys things he knows his partner will like but also intentionally spooks him because he can. Peak Maul.
TPM AUs:
The Lost & The Forgotten by @shadowmaat (5,651 words; rated G)
It was really difficult to pick just one work by shadowmaat. I highly recommend checking out their entire Maul catalogue. In the end, I chose this one because I was instantly charmed by its opening. Maul shouting "Fight me!" and Obi-Wan replying like no lets have lunch made me laugh and I was ready for the What If The Naboo Duel Never Happened ride. I love Maul's characterization in this one. There are touches to his presentation that I subconsciously look for now, and this one hit all the marks: his strange brand of kindness, his maladaptive coping behaviors, and the brusqueness that covers intense care. Their use of character voice is really powerful and I enjoyed each swap in POV. Maul and Obi-Wan being mutually stranded (abandoned?) alters their dynamic from the more standard one-saving-the-other, and I enjoyed the reciprocity of their equal standing. And if this one doesn't pique your interest please check out the Tooka Cafe AU. Guess I'm not just picking one ha. Her Twin Suns AU is also very good...... FUCK. moving on.
Leaps of Faith, Acts of Kindness by @trixree (1,298 words; rated T)
My favorite type of fic are the ones where Maul and Obi-Wan just talk. This is exactly how I think a conversation post-Maul-losing-on-Naboo would go. Maul's fear and courage are on equal display-- Maul is a collection of conflicting traits and I think this fic shows that with clarity. He's stoic but expressive, terrifying yet terrified, paranoid and all too ready to trust, and all of that conveyed through an outside POV . There are so many gaps in this fic, in a good way. The characters don't have all the answers and neither does the reader, but there's enough for the characters to act and enough for the reader to understand why they act in that way. That's really damn difficult to do. The dialogue is strong and carries the narrative without requiring a lot of description, only needing some emotive action to convey what's going on in the characters' heads. 10000000/10
Staring into open flame by SLWalker (@sl-walker) (100,526 words; rated M)
To me, this is THE Maul fic. It’s an insightful dive into his character; it’s stunningly beautiful in both language and composition; the ending was so satisfying that I immediately wanted to read the entire thing again. In it, Maul is found by the Jedi after Naboo, but the fic takes place during TCW (Wild Space novel) and bounces back and forth between the present and the past as Obi-Wan and Maul work through their relationship. And by God. The parallels the author draws. The way she uses those jumps to juxtapose different scenes. Reading it the second time was even better because I knew how things connected and could further appreciate how carefully they'd been woven. This fic made me fall in love with Maul’s character all over again and that’s the highest compliment I can give. (And honestly, anything by Steff is going to be a banger. I haven’t read all her stuff but Im confident it’s all good because her mastery of craft and understanding of character are that solid. AU where Bail Organa takes Maul in? I know nothing about Bail but that one ended up being my favorite of her work. A series where the base premise is just “maul has wings?” im already in the car with a full tank of gas let’s go. "WORDS" IS REALLY GOOD. "IT" IS REALLY GOOD. and im terrified to read her Twin Suns internal monologue because *mr incredible voice* im not strong enough. uh. This one tho. Please read this one.)
There my heart lays sweetly in the velvet moor by @texasdreamer01 (12,856 words; rated E)
I'm incredibly fond of this fic. Reading it feels like nesting into the couch, fireplace going, thick blanket on, and shaking up a snow-globe to watch the sparkles settle around this little encapsulated world. It's mesmerizing, comforting. Has that oooooooo a damn good writer wrote this pizzazz. In this one, Obi-Wan didn't "kill" Maul on Naboo, and afterwards they keep running into each other as time goes on, until those coincidences become purposeful. The author is great at describing places in a way thats tangible. I can hear the scenes, feel them. You can tell a lot of thought went into the smallest details. The vocabulary in this one is also great? Precise words are used in ways you wouldn't expect within the sentence structure. It makes reading it fun and engaging, like playing tag with phrases. I really really like this version of Maul; he's a little more loose than your typical TPM-era Maul, but he has the same awkwardness and endearing happiness in doing things efficiently/well. Settle in!
Misc Imperial Era:
Mannequin Dream by anonymous (1,477 words; rated T)
Maul/Rex as a thing kinda hit me out of left field but I think I like it? Maul's characterization in Maul/Rex fics is always so !sharp and this one is no different. The description alone sold me on it, and the content (Maul and Rex having a philosophical discussion about purpose and ideology and solitude) sealed the deal.
he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist by trophygoth (2,131 words; rated M)
What initially caught my attention about this one is how Maul thinks about his past self. He feels matured, aged, changed from who he was when he was younger, and i think that that’s significant because his ability to self-reflect is initially so stunted. It's not a long fic; it’s a post-nightmare scene that captures how Maul and Obi-Wan have come to understand each other. They have gentle banter, intentional body language, and Maul's inner-monologue is knowing. It also portrays Maul well, with his tempered contemplation, rough edges, and warped thinking. "(He is still young enough that he allows himself to quantify this feeling as pain)," knocked me tf out.
TCW (ending where my love of Maul began, in true Maul fashion):
Far Above, Far Below by nobody_expects_the_inquisitorius (@nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius) (788 words; rated G)
Gen fic has a special place in my heart. Maul's venator rampage is probably my (second?) favorite TCW scene, because it's so calculating and brutal, but it also carries a sense of simultaneous hopelessness and determination to survive. Of you want a "monster?" Fine. And I feel like this internal-monologue fic does a great job of showing why Maul is feeling that way. The prose is incredibly pretty and it's so... desolate. Yet rebellious. It has the same gravitas as the scene it frames, and I think that's really impressive. It's in the verbs, evocative and visceral. I want to plant flowers around this fic, like offering respect at a sorrow-laden grave.
Until I am Whole by dimtraces (@doorsclosingslowly) (1,934 words, rated M)
Maybe I am slightly cheating on my parameters with this one, but I don't care because I love this fic so much. This one is Savage-focused, but his relationship with Maul lies at the center. (If you want something more Maul-focused with a similar tone, try Keep quite still and wait ((2,984 words, rated M)) by the same author ((yes I'm doing two in one because it's my list and no one can stop me)) listen dimtraces is where I go for Brothers) [Both have] everything: character work, beautiful writing, and that sweet sweet ~~~~~body horror~~~~~. This one is about Savage's lost arm, but that's such a simplistic way to summarize it. The imagery is visceral and the way the author follows a single thread through time/emotion is extremely well done. I want to talk about it a bunch but I also don't want to spoil it because seeing the way it unfolds is a large part of the appeal. It's spooky! It's got heart! It's gorgeous! Please read it and go-- go-- feral with me. (falls to knees in anguish)
and then the singing by @sunsetofdoom (10,007 words, rated T)
Okay. This happened to be the last fic I read as I made my way through the tag and worked off of my list of to-reads. And it's the best way to end. If you want just a straight-up character study of Maul, this is the one for you. It's haunting in a way that has stuck with me, and, I feel, will never leave because it has fundamentally altered my brain chemistry. I wept repeatedly while reading it-- it's so tender, but blunt about who Maul is. I'm struggling to put my thoughts into words, because it's not the kind of thing you talk about; it's the kind of thing you just feel. To try and give you a synopsis, then: it follows Maul's life from pre-TPM into Rebels (but is mainly focused during TCW) and has him braid his experiences with various songs (mostly old English folk), poems, and lullabies, all while the narrative hovers around a theme of clinging to individuality/person-hood, the part of him I hold most dear. It's triumphant and mournful, victory and tragedy. It's "This is why I love Maul." It's just-- achingly, beautifully, written. Achingly, perfectly, Maul. I'm going to start crying if I talk about it any more, so. Actually, too late. Pressing save as draft and coming back later. <3
Those are the recs! Thanks for taking a look and please come talk to me if you end up reading any. (or if you want even more recs, because I've got 'em)
If any of the authors happen to see this, thank you! Your work has made this dive so enjoyable. You've made me laugh and cry and send impassioned raving messages to my friends. I appreciate you posting and allowing me to swim in your worlds for a while.
#ptp#long post#text wall#maul my beloved#after all why shouldnt i put it in my own maul tag#darth maul
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(REQUEST) Human Nature - Alice in Borderland
Suguru Niragi x Male Reader
Tags: Noncon, Anal, Clothed Sex, Oral, Gangbang.
Request: I’m literally on my knees for your Mutsuhiro Watanabe’s writing, so I just wanted to request if you can make a part 2 or something similar to that but with Niragi from Aib?? Your writing literally makes me go feral, I hope the both side of your pillow are cold🙏🙏
XXX
You have a hard time controlling your breathing. Across the room, Niragi struts around with his gun, as if he owns the place.
“That fucker!” Growling, you take a step toward him, but a hand on your shoulder stops you.
“Not yet, Y/n,” Jun says. “Wait until he’s alone. That’s the plan.”
You nod, however reluctantly.
That fucker Niragi has been on your mind for the past week. Once arriving here at The Beach, it didn’t take long for you and your friends to find out how dangerous it is. Choosing to stick together in case anything happens, all seemed well. But inevitably, someone would get separated.
Akane ran into Niragi, alone.
When she finally told you what happened, you almost went after him. Luckily your friends stopped you. Though you all were angry, the cooler heads convinced the rest that you need a plan to get revenge. So, after a week of planning, today’s the day.
Seeing the way Niragi’s taking, four of your friends rush into an upcoming room before he sees them. As he turns the corner, you and Jun start closing the distance between you and him. Closing in on him, your heart beats erratically, staring at his gun. Tensing, you jump at him just as Niragi whips around.
“Why the hell are you follo-” He cuts off as you jerk his gun away from him and Jun follows up with a punch to his face.
Niragi grabs his face for a moment, but it’s just enough for your friends to rush out of the room and grab him.
Thrashing about in their hold, Niragi throws curses at all of you while being taken to the bed. Emptying the gun, you throw it to the ground as Jun closes the door. Seeing this animal vulnerable, your anger gets the best of you and you pounce upon him, wrapping your hand around his throat.
“Jun!” You shout for him.
Jun hurries over and waits until Niragi’s red in the face and gasping before tying a wade of cloth around his mouth, gagging him.
You let go and he gasps, gulping down heaps of air.
“I bet you don’t even know who we are,” You say, staring down at him. “But I bet you know our friend, Akane. The girl you fucking raped!”
There’s no hint of recognition, only anger at what you doing. As if he’s thinking, “How dare you do this to me?!”
Trailing a finger down his chest, “You know, she told what you said. How it’s “Human Nature” to rape, murder, such and such from other people.”
Hooking a finger between his buttoned shirt, you grab the other side and rip it open, exposing his chest to you all.
“I suppose what happens next is also human nature.”
Niragi’s thrashing returns with renewed vigor, but you grip his throat in one hand, keeping him down as the other hand roams his body. Leaning down, you lick and nip at his throat, as if he’s a tasty treat.
You grin when Jun bites Niragi, making him yell.
Moments of “marking” him pass, and you tire. Pulling back, you see his red face and the rapid blinking.
Grinning, you bark out, “Flip him over!”
It takes a moment to do so, but it’s done. Before you can even speak, everyone’s already read your mind. Aki and Yuta reach out, latching onto Niragi’s ass. They maul him, clenching, rubbing, and spanking his sizable ass before finally grabbing the seam of his pants. With a great big tug, his thin pants rip apart easily.
Niragi tries to kick out at you, but Aki and Yuta’s hold withstands.
“Oh, what’s wrong Niragi? This is only natural. There’s no use fighting it,” You say demeaningly.
His ass fills your hands as you spread him apart. The sounds he makes as you grip his ass, nearly make you dive straight in. You bite his ass, hard enough to leave a mark and he hisses.
Spanking him before pulling back, you discard your clothing, leaving you even more naked than him.
Niragi tries tugging on your friends’ hold but fails all the same.
Retaking your previous spot, you spread his cheeks apart and spit. Niragi flinches and you can see his whole body shaking.
You say nothing, only spitting again to wet your cock. Prodding his hole, he tenses and tries to close his legs. But fails yet again.
With no hint of mercy, you slam into Niragi. He clenches his jaw, but his yells are still heard. You grip his waist tight enough to bruise him, and pound his backdoor without stopping.
"You're so fucking tight, Niragi." Leaning next to his ear. "It's just for me, huh Niragi?"
"You love it when I fuck you huh?" Every word is matched by a thrust.
His asshole clenches you tighter than anything you've ever experienced. Each time your cock filled Niragi full, he whimpered. Your hips practically blur as the slap against his ass.
“Come on bitch!” You spank him. “The quicker I cum, the sooner I’ll be done.”
You force him back into your thrusts and he groans, clawing at nothing.
Niragi clenches around your cock and you fill him with your cum.
Puffs of your breath hit Niragi’s back as you regain control. Pulling back, your cock slips from his gaping asshole, letting some of your cum leak onto the bed.
After a moment, you slide off the bed; taking Yuta’s position of holding one of Niragi’s limbs down.
Where he was once spent, Niragi’s resistance renews as he catches on. Yuta removes his own clothes before replacing your old spot.
“It’s only just begun, bitch,” Yuta hisses at him before slamming into Niragi, making him scream in both anger and agony.
XXX
No one seems to care. You’re certain of it. After a week of no sightings of Niragi, it seems the Executives replaced him with someone else. You don’t particularly care who it is, only if they’re as bad as the rest.
But that’s a matter for another day.
Right now, you’re under Niragi, thrusting up into his tight hole as Aki kneels, fucking Niragi in his ass as well. Yuta and Takeo have his hands, while Jun fucks his mouth.
You feel bad for Masayoshi, missing out, but it passes as Niragi moans around Jun’s length, clenching around you and Aki.
Perhaps The Beach isn’t so bad when you actually do whatever you.
#requested#Suguru Niragi x Male Reader#Niragi x Male Reader#alice in borderland x male reader#dark male reader smut#male reader smut
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in zombie au, what if the hypothetical situation where the gang does indeed run into Zero food supply, would zombie mob really eat either or both tome and ritsu :o (i literally laid awake last night imagining this scenario jwndjwndkwn)
oh and one more thing! i would very much like to know what goes on mob's thoughts when said hypothetical situation comes around :3
hogod . oh god i did this didnt i. i did this im so evil im so
ok. this is the evil timeline.we don't talk abt this timeline very much, it's evil. so this is prolly the only ask i'll answer abt it. warning for cannibalism, mcd, and suicide
in the not-canon hypothetical where they Do run completely out of food, mob would indeed get desperate enough to snap and lunge at one of them, and he'd go for tome first. she's less familiar, she's Not his sibling, and she's only been around for a few months
how ritsu responds to this sorta depends on the situation, but in that particular scenario from the previous ask and its tags ritsu probably Doesn't have it in him to shoot mob and he lets tome get killed. he feels like a Monster for it, but he's simply not going to kill his own brother for a girl he just met a couple months ago. he's going to choose mob every time
given that ritsu doesn't have any food for himself here, he's sorta trapped in a nightmare. if they leave after mob gets his fill, he'll feel like tome kinda died in vain, or at least smth close to it. through the fucking Raw Fear he's probably feeling after watching his brother eat another person, he's doing his best to grasp onto logic and say well we should stay here. bc that means shige will get rly well-fed. there's a perfectly good... food source right here. we shouldn't waste it
but ritsu has no food, and he literally can't resort to eating her bc that's tainted meat now. he'd just turn afterward. so they have to leave her. and that makes him so fucking upset in the grand scheme of things but rly, in the moment, he's glad to make that decision bc it means he can stop being in the same room as her corpse
now if it somehow happened Again and mob got that desperate a second time, with nobody but ritsu around? uhm.,,,,he would? i think. he would. as much as i'd love to say he wouldn't, he's a zombie. instincts takes over eventually. and then he'd wander aimlessly until exhaustion, a patrol, or starvation claims him. hashtag bad ending hashtag throwing tomatoes at the stage
to answer ur second question: after mob gets cured, in the middle of his recovery, he starts to remember bits n pieces of the journey, and while it's very fuzzy and it jumps around a lot, he Thinks there was somebody else w them at some point
so he asks ritsu. hey was there ?? anybody else with us? and like.whatthe hell do u say to that. ritsu knows that if mob knows, he'd lose his mind. he wouldn't be able to handle that. so he Has to lie, and he kinda panics and fucks it up a bit bc he says, "nah bro just us ^-^" and completely omits tome from the picture. fucked up but he panicked, okay
mob goes hm. ok. but then he remembers more. he remembers her face, vaguely, and her name, and at first he kinda chalks it up to brain weirdness in his recovery stages, but as time goes on and he gains more and more memories of this girl that ritsu claims was never there, he comes to the conclusion that ritsu Lying might be more likely
and if ritsu lied to his face about this, about a Whole Person being with them, what else is he hiding?
if mob ever did find out what exactly he did to her, or even to that man he mauls to protect ritsu in the canon timeline of this au, i think he'd lose it. he wouldn't be able to live w himself. i genuinely don't think he'd be able to go on after that
#qktalks#anon#it's a good thing none of this ever happens tho <3 Great‚ even#tw cannibalism#tw sui#tw sui implied#mcd#major character death#<- rare quirkle tags. this will not be a common sight here#gentle reminder that in the canon timeline they are all alive and doing [looks at them] ......................well enough#zombie au
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