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vaixation · 2 years

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Hey so I made an edit of the 1 single panel we got of our precious Waning Moon Officer / Yǐn Yù to remove the speech bubble if anyone wants to just use this for literally anything. No credit needed.

Gosh dang I wish he wasn't behind a curtain and had his face down I really want to know what his mask looks like properly but WHAT CAN YOU DO. DANGIT I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY NAMED THE ENTIRE EPISODE AFTER HIM AND HE ONLY SHOWED UP AT THE VERY END TO SAY TWO LINES OF DIALOGUE I'M GONNA LOSE MY MIND OKAY. (Kinda bummed we didn't get his actual first scene from the novel to be honest aww.)

#tgcf #tgcf spoilers #tian guan ci fu #yin yu #waning moon officer #look i know i'm like several days late to the party but #i've been really busy and i'm a slow person in general #but like WAGHHHHHHHHH he's here #i hyperventilated when i realized not only had the manhua started updating again but one of my fudging favorites debuted okay #also yes i did just sort of mirror the background to yeetus deletus the speech bubble. shhh. leave me alone lmfao #fricking AHHHHHHH #also why does he have pointy ears though???#i thought that was a feature exclusive to the ghosts and demons #maybe they're fake ears so he blends in idk #i'm screaming though ahhhh I LOVE WHAT LITTLE WE CAN SEE OF HIS OUTFIT #FULLBODY REFERENCE IMAGE WHEN I WOULD LIKE TO DRAW THE WANING MOON OFFICER PLEASSEEEE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH WAGH #also reuploading because apparently i posted this to the wrong blog at first. shhh y'all saw nothing. i hope. lmfao rip heck me.

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kneelingshadowsalome · 9 months

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Oh god, I was just giggling so hard at howdy anons ask and your reply about reader letting König wait (sending a smooch to you both ❤️😘). He really deserves to suffer a little like that lol! Just imagining this guy, who likes to see himself as so strong and dominant, especially towards woman, slowly but surely lose his fucking marbles... And all because of that sweet little lady, who has his horniness in a bloody choke hold - not even realising the power she has over him. He's never had to show this much restraint... And he does hold back because, he even more likes to see himself as a gentlemen towards his sweetie (one who will absolutely ruin and wreck her once she let's him off his leash and takes the muzzle off). Poor little Köni.

I can see him letting out this sexual frustration at training for example. He is working these punching bags like absolutely batshit crazy. Destroying gym equipment, because he goes in so hard and has just soooo much pent up energy after every little cuddling session with sweet reader and doesn't know what to do with hit (violently masturbating after being with her hardly helps...). The other operators at the base gym just side eying him and wondering, if he now reached the final state of madness and silently prepare for the explosion that will wipe out all life on earth...

Also: we are really branching out with the toxic König brand here. First the institute, now the book club. I'm loving the growth here. Maby we can establish some kind of co working space next at toxic König headquarters, so we all have a place where we can thirst efficiently and just pump these numbers up even more for Toxic König Inc. (TKI). I can see an involvement in the stock market by next quarter at this growth rate. Maby some Tupperware-esk door to door sales to get more people hooked on to toxic König? (ok, that sounds to much like a cult now...)

Haha this is so crazy, all I wanted was to make Ghost happy, get him laid, perhaps even get him married… but here I am, 6 months later, having this blog and wondering which content warnings to slap on another König post where we discuss his obsession with virgins and their mythical hymen blood 💕

He destroys the punching bag (RIP) and somehow manages to rip the pull up bar from the concrete wall. His deadlifts can be heard all the way to the mess – envious rookies would say König is doing it wrong, that it's a major error in execution, but the veterans know better... This crazy lunatic is simply having trouble with women (again).

But you know what would make König nearly faint?

When sweet innocent reader finally allows his hands roam a bit!

He's allowed to caress her waist as they cuddle, she even lets him bring his huge palm on her tits – it feels like the most erotic thing ever, just to paw those soft breasts over her shirt. And what happens next is that she rolls her hips – König holds his breath – she's actually pressing her ass against his cock. Of course they're still wearing clothes, but her movements are nothing short of sexual.

It makes his brain shut down completely, but soon he's panting in her ear, grinding his groin against the swell of her ass in rhythm with her movements. She doesn't stop him when his hand slowly, tentatively shifts down, then forces its way under the waistband of her pants – ach du Scheiße, it's finally happening… Can this be real?

His fingers slip under her underwear and arrive on her soft mound. He tries to shove his hand further down and into her folds but then – Scheiße – delicate fingers curl around his wrist and pick his hand up from paradise.

"Please… I'm just not ready yet," she explains gently, and the German curses in his mind are loud and foul as König tries to catch his breath and ignore the fact that his boxers are painfully tight and now stained and wet with precum.

"Let me lick your cunt," he offers with a hoarse voice while she's still holding him by the wrist, denying access to her. "Bitte... I just want to have a taste..."

Sweet reader goes tense and turns, looks at the soldier who has a funny accent and weird mannerisms, the soldier who was supposed to be a gentleman, with parted lips and eyes wide from shock.

"König, you can't say things like that…!"

#his head explodes after that #we thought he was a villain but NO this is where his villain arc BEGINS #she drives him to madness #I wonder what happens when König can't play the gentleman anymore 🥹#yandere könig #answered #könig x virgin!reader #könig x virgin reader

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emeraldkniight · 1 month

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Part 2 of older pls 🙏

YOUNG !

damian wayne x fem!reader

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. . . drabble smut. porn without plot. dirty talk and fingering.

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. . . no copying of my work is allowed. Free translation is allowed as long as I am credited.

𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲. . . as I said in my other posts, English is not my first language. I have tried to make corrections with the translator, but as you all know, it is prone to making mistakes, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or if anything sounds weird.

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲. . . I'm so happy to give you all a part two of the first one shot I posted on this blog. Hope you like it. <3

Damian was the youngest of the family. He had grown up, but everyone still made jokes or references to being the youngest. You had the idea to join in the joke and he didn't like it. Now you were a victim of the consequences of teasing him.

He sharpened his katana from the comfortable chair in the room. He looked dangerous, not so much because he had a sharp weapon in his hands, but because of that look he always had, capable of destroying anyone.

— Are you here to continue telling jokes? — he asked.

You wondered how he could sense your presence in the vast room when your back was turned and you had not made any sound that would reveal your presence.

— I came to apologize.

He turned to look at you. Deep down, you had the idea that he knew you were only apologizing to get something from him and not so much because you were interested in keeping your relationship peaceful.

— I listen.

You walked a few steps further into the room. It was almost dark, and the sun was barely shining through the curtains, so your whole room looked almost dark.

You looked at him with an expression of redemption. Damian thought it was that victim look he always saw you with. Like a helpless little animal longing for warmth.

— I was wrong to make that joke about you, and I'm really sorry, but Damian... I need you. — You said, but were interrupted when you noticed that he had pulled you onto his hips and placed you on his lap.

He made you turn your neck until you could meet his intense green eyes. His breath collided with your face and his hands ran down your thighs until he carefully lifted your skirt, revealing your underwear.

— It was the only thing I wanted to hear, beloved.

His hands ripped off your panties in one fell swoop, leaving you with nothing to protect yourself. Even though your skirt was still on, you could feel your pussy rubbing against the scratchy fabric of his jeans.

He moved closer to you, so close that your lips could almost brush against his. He had never kissed you before, so you couldn't help but think that this was something special.

His finger slid through every crease of your already wet pussy. He sank into your wetness, sliding in as he tried to stroke you. Without thinking, he squeezed your clit, causing you to jump up and down on his lap from the shock.

— Do you like it? — he asked quietly. — Do you know how easy it was? I can make you feel so good. It's easy for me to reward those who behave.

You began to moan in his ear. It was the most beautiful sound Damian had ever heard. No matter that you were someone who liked to participate in his brothers' pranks, having you like this made him feel full.

He kissed your lips. You would never have thought that Damian's way of kissing would be so passionate and romantic, as if he was protecting you from all the evils of the world with a simple kiss. Suddenly, everything intensified and he began to take your lips with such force that it seemed he loved and hated you at the same time.

His fingers caressed your hole with barely perceptible delicacy. Going to the most pleasurable place inside you, stroking that spot inside you that could make you delirious with pleasure.

— Your apology is worthless. — He said. — You don't want to apologize to me, you just want this from me. But I have been too mean to you lately, don't you think, my beloved?

#dc comics #dc universe #damian wayne #damian wayne x female reader #damian wayne smut #smut #batboys

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personasintro · 1 year

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One Time Thing | 01

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; what are you going to do when your best friend asks you to have sex with her boyfriend?

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jimin x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: best friend's boyfriend au, angst, fluff, smut

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, oral sex (f.), protected sex, breast play

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7k+

𝐚/𝐧: I've decided to rewrite and repost this entire series. It's one of my first series on this blog, have been put on-hold for the longest time ever. It still is... not gonna lie, rewriting this story brought me mixed feelings about this. I'm not sure if it's worth posting and writing – so please if you like this story let me know! The future of this story depends on you (literally) because I've been thinking about deleting it. I'm just not sure if ppl will like it, so if you do please let me know. Don't ask me how I came up with this story idea lmao I don't even know but I always come out with the weirdest ideas ever.

𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢ (links to be added)

“What?!”

The scream rips out of your throat, loud enough to make your best friend cringe at the loudness of your tone. But you don't care. You don't seem to focus enough to care. No other words leaving your mouth while you stare completely shocked at her. You just can't seem to believe what she just said. Your rapidly beating heart says it all.

No, you must've heard her wrong. She definitely didn't say it and you misunderstood her. That's right. But then she speaks again, repeating her once said words that make you stop breathing.

“I want you to sleep with my boyfriend.” she says like it's nothing. She makes it sound as if she’s asking you to water her plants or some other dumb request.

“What the fuck?!” Horrified by her words, you scream again. “Oh my god. I know what’s happening.” you say with a hand over your chest, where you can feel every beat your heart makes.

“You know?” she asks, genuinely surprised with her eyebrows raised.

You nod. “You’re pranking me, aren’t you? It’s because I gave you vodka instead of water you asked for that one time. You’re pranking me back.” you laugh as you shake your head.

She looks at you dumbfounded looking at your crazy state. You're laughing like a maniac, wiping your non-existed tears as she only stares.

“Woah, you almost got me!”

“I’m not pranking you, Y/N. I’m serious.” she says with an absolutely serious face expression.

Your smile drops as you check her face. There's a beat of silence. You've never been more confused than you're now. Nevertheless, you still wait for her abrupt laugh, telling I got you or anything that could prove her prank worked. But she doesn’t. In fact, she doesn't do anything as her features twist into a slight worry. She isn’t the type to prank anyone anyway. Staring right back at her, you find nothing but seriousness and that's when you know.

She’s telling the truth. This is no prank.

“W-wait... are you serious?”

“Hundred percent yes. Let me explain this to you. I know it sounds crazy.”

“You think? This is the craziest shit you’ve ever said and you said a ton of it.” you deadpan, ignoring her silent laugh.

“I know this sounds really crazy and you’re probably thinking what the fuck did I just tell you...” she trails off but then suddenly laughs once she has a perfect view of your wide eyes and open mouth. What the hell is she on? Has she been doing drugs?

“I-I don’t get it.”

“Well, the thing is.. me and Jimin haven’t been really sexually active.” she starts explaining, your head shaking in a shock.

“I still don’t get it.” you interrupt her, causing her to roll her eyes while silently telling you to shut up with her expression.

“If you would just shut up and listen to me.”

“Okay I’m really curious how you’ll explain this.” you remark.

“We haven’t had sex for like months. Since I’m on birth control, I don’t know why but I don’t really want to have sex. The thing is I get horny but not to the point I want to act on it. I already tried to consult with my gynecologist but she just told me it’s completely normal for me to feel this way and that it has something to do with hormones or whatever,” she explains, not forgetting to roll her eyes as she sighs before continuing.

“She told me it’ll stop eventually. I already tried different birth controls. Jimin suggested I should stop using it but I don’t want to get knocked up. I feel much safer with birth control. But lately... we’ve been having these arguments about it. I kind of lashed out at him telling him he can fuck whoever he wants and I wouldn’t care. I’d just get so annoyed everytime he wanted to have sex. And I feel so bad because it’s not Jimin’s fault. I should be able to please him but blowjobs don't cut it this time. It’s just not enough.”

You blink, trying to let her words sink in. Once you get yourself together, at least enough to process her words, you lick your lips.

“But sex isn’t everything. You love each other so much and your relationship shouldn’t be based on sex.” you say truthfully while looking at her saddened face.

Now that the shock is fading away, you realize she's absolutely serious and this goes much deeper than you thought. All of this makes her frustrated.

“I know. Jimin is the kindest person I know. He told me that it’s okay and we don’t have to have sex but I know how much sexually frustrated he is. I feel like I’m such a bad girlfriend. After our argument we had this long conversation about it and then I was kind of thinking about you,” she says, her eyes nervously flicking to yours as you blink at her with a terrified look. “ You haven’t gotten laid in a long time always complaining how you’re not interested in having sex with a complete stranger. And I know you mentioned Jimin’s hot in the past so..”

“So what? You want me to have sex with him just because I said he’s hot? I said that about tons of men already.” And she doesn't see you having sex with all of them.

“Yeah but he thinks you’re hot as well.”

“What?”

What did she say? She has shocked you already too much today. You swear you're about to have a heart attack.

“He told me before we got into a relationship.”

That’s right. Mina and Jimin started as friends with benefits. They still slept with other people but after some time they became exclusive. After that they started dating and here they are. In a relationship completely in love.

“The thing is I know that you’re one of the kindest people I know. You always had my back and helped me with everything and I’m so grateful for you! And I know that you’ll not catch any feelings for Jimin.”

“I’m not that sexually frustrated that I need to have sex with your boyfriend. That’s ridiculous.” you say, sounding almost offended. “I barely know him.”

It's true. There are a few occasions where you and him see each other. Most of them happen at Mina's place and he happened to come there while you were there as well. It's not like you and him haven't talked. You do talk – casually but that's it. Nothing more. Plus, you're already busy with school and the only person you get to hang out in your free time is Mina. And Mina only. Well, there's Yoongi too – your other very close friend.

You could probably count on your fingers how many conversations you've had with Jimin. Not many, that's for sure. Most of the stuff you know about him is from Mina anyway. It's not like Jimin shares his personal life with you.

“That’s why it wouldn’t be so weird.” she says and you look at her completely dumbfounded by her words. Is she high? “I know it doesn’t make any sense right now.”

“I’m still shocked this isn't a prank.” you admit while you play with your nails. “Won’t you be jealous knowing me and Jimin are having sex?” The sudden thought crosses your mind. Not that you're seriously considering this stupid plan of hers!

“It’s just a one time thing. And no. I already told you how desperate I am. I need your help but I know how weird of me it is to ask you of this. You don’t have to do it. I’ll completely understand you. But you’re the only person I trust with Jimin.”

“B-but what about him? Isn’t this weird for him too?”

“Actually he had a pretty much similar reaction to yours when I first proposed this. He was hesitating about this but then he agreed to it.”

“I-I don’t know what to say to be honest.”

“Here, drink this.” she says, giving you your cup of tea she made for you. “I know you probably need something stronger than tea.” She tries to joke.

“Damn right. I could use a bottle of vodka right now.” you mumble before you take a few sips of your tea which by the way – doesn't calm your nerves. Not even one bit.

It feels like your head is about to blow up. Never in a million years you've imagined Mina would come for help about something like this. You do appreciate that she shares such a personal matter with you. But you're still not quite sure why she wants you to help. Sure, she explained herself and you're not dumb to not notice how much this truly frustrates you. But still. This has to be the dumbest ask of help you've ever experienced.

Averting your gaze elsewhere, your mind goes spiral and your thoughts wander to the mentioned man.

Jimin is handsome. There’s no secret in that.

You remember the first time you saw him. It was at a party and your mouth dropped once you were met at his sharp jaw, black hair and thick lips. All of these features make him mesmerizing and unique. After the party, you saw him in your art class but you've never talked to each other during it. He remained this mysterious guy everyone was looking and drooling at. Only if you would've known him a little bit more, you could've said you had a tiny crush on him. But can you say you had it? You didn't even know his full name back then.

And then Mina met him.

Somehow they bumped into each other and soon enough, they started to have this weird friends-with-benefits relationship. You've never drooled at him anymore. It didn't feel appropriate. Not when your best friend was having sex with him at any opportunity. It felt weird to think about him that way. Of course, he never stopped being a hot piece of man – you're not blind. You've blocked every nearly inappropriate thought of him.

Mina's voice cuts off your thoughts of her boyfriend.

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this. Not at all. I’m okay with whatever answer you’ll give me. I just had to try this with you because I’m so desperate. It’s been months since we had sex.” Her eyes turn glossy, sounding just as desperate as she says she is.

Knowing your best friend you're aware that this is something deep. This really must’ve bothered her when she came with this to you. She wouldn’t ask this of anyone else. Not when she’s completely in love with Jimin.

Have you ever imagined having sex with Jimin? Yes.

But do you still want it when he’s your best friend’s boyfriend? Not so sure anymore.

That sounds completely fucked up. Even if she seems to be okay with it.

Even when you don't want to admit it – Mina was right. You haven’t had sex for couple of months as well. You just didn’t want to hook up with someone you don't know, even if there were many opportunities for you to do so. You've always been picky about your taste and sex partners.

The last time you had sex was with your ex and that’s it. You've never had sex with someone who you weren’t dating with. It just wasn’t your thing. Still isn't.

What should you do? The decision is up to you. You could simply tell her no and then you would never have to talk about this again. But the desperation filling her face and the lack of sex in your life beg to differ. There's seriously something wrong with you because you catch yourself considering this. As if it already wasn't enough, Jimin's plump lips make their way into your brain. Argh! There's undeniable guilt pinching deep inside your chest because you're thinking about his lips when he's Mina's boyfriend. You can't help it.

Just the thought of seeing Jimin naked and feeling his skin against yours makes your skin hot already. Mina has opened the closed door now. Under different circumstances, you would've never dared to think of Jimin like this. Not anymore.

The lack of excitement and lust in your busy life is the cause of this. You suddenly start to imagine how this one time thing can be beneficial to all three of you.

Much to your surprise, you shock yourself and Mina when you mutter; “Okay, I’ll do it.”

Mina throws herself at you, clutching you to her body while you stay frozen, not being able to react in any way. You've no idea how this is going to go.

You are hoping you won’t regret your decision. This sounds already fucked up.

It takes only two days for Mina to set up a meeting with Jimin. You hate how businessy that sounds. Mina's idea consists of you and Jimin meeting somewhere alone, right before you jump straight to it. You're not sure if there's a point of getting to know each other a little bit better. However, she does have a point in making you two talk and make sure this is what you both want. You're not opposed to that. You definitely want to hear Jimin's opinion about this. Plus, Mina has never failed to remind you that you can back out whenever you want.

Even though you've tried to calm down your nerves and tried to tell yourself that this doesn't have to be any more awkward and weird than it already is – you just can't seem to shake off the nervosity flowing through your body. You're supposed to meet your best friend's boyfriend, talking about potentially hooking up together.

Mina gave Jimin your number which resulted in him texting you first. You don't think you could've made the first step. Not that it's required of you. It's them, well Mina, who came to you for help. As much as you'll get something out of this, potentially, they're the first ones who need help. It's not like you need one. All of this could be beneficial to you too.

Besides, you'll see how you and Jimin will get along and how the entire conversation will go.

You've agreed to meet at a local coffee shop, trying to keep it as casual as possible.

You wouldn't lie if you said you haven't considered backing out before even meeting Jimin. You're still not sure if you can face him and act all casual about this. In the end, you decide to keep your cool and at least try to see where all of this is going. Plus, you would feel bad for standing up Jimin. Or anyone who would be in his place.

Still, you nervously swallow as soon as you find Jimin sitting at a table, waiting for you. His phone is in his hand as he browses through it for a moment, just before he puts it back on the table and looks up. Your eyes lock shortly after and you realize there's no backing out now. You have to get there and meet him.

Maybe Jimin can sense your nervous state, or sees the way you hesitate but then he sends you a wide smile, waving you over. Gosh, you feel so weird. Not trying to block the entrance, you walk up to the table where he sits before you plop on the opposite side of him.

Seeing him this closer causes a lump to create in your throat. You're aware of his eyes on you as you pull out your phone out of the pocket of your jeans, trying to busy yourself before you have to truly face him. But all of this takes seconds and you're forced to lift your eyes up.

Brown hair parted in the middle, his eyes crinkle at the ends as he speaks softly; “Hi.”

It's been a while since you've heard him. Damn, you haven't seen him for weeks. That's if you don't count the art class you share. But even there, you barely paid any attention to each other.

“Hey,” you gulp, swallowing down the nervosity.

Before you can say anything more, the waitress comes to your table to take your orders. You order the first thing that crosses your mind which is a cherry tea. Jimin orders the exact same order looking slightly nervous. He doesn’t even look at the menu automatically saying 'same as her’.

“So,” he starts, chuckling and for the first time, you notice he's nervous too. “I don’t even know how to start. This is so weird.” he admits.

That makes you crack a grin.

“Tell me something about it. I thought I would run away as soon as I came here.” you laugh at yourself. Jimin joins your laughter, his top teeth sinking into his bottom juicy lip. God dammit.

“I’m going to be honest with you. I already know what my answer is and I’m not gonna change it. But if you feel like you want to back out you always can. I don’t want you to think this is something you have to do. Not for me or Mina. That’s our shit we pulled you into.” he says almost the exact same words as Mina. They both wanted you to know you don’t have to do this. And you know. God, you know - but you still want to do it.

“I know,” you smile at his caring gaze he is giving you. “But is this really something you want to do?” you ask just to be sure.

He smiles a little bit at your question. “I’m not going to lie. When Mina came to me with this idea I freaked out. But then it sounded kinda… good in some weirdest way possible. I love Mina but this is something we both agreed on.”

“Yeah, but like... I’m her best friend. Isn’t that weird?”

“It is. But I don’t really know you that much, no offense. I know you’re her best friend. She never shuts up about you but at the same time I don’t know you. No offense.” he says again, checking your reaction as if he's waiting for you to get offended.

“None taken.” you chuckle when he protectively puts his hands in front of him.

“So do you want to do this?” he asks, tone dropping lower as he stares into your eyes.

You bite your lip and without thinking you nod.

“Words. I need words Y/N.” Your name from his lips already sounds addicting.

“I do. I want this.” you speak softly, giving him the exact answer he wanted. He smirks a little bit, his sweet behavior changing to a cocky one for a bit.

You shake yourself out of the daze before it can erupt as you find your voice again.

“This is just a one time thing, right?”

“Of course.” he immediately agrees.

What kind of mess did you get yourself into?

It’s the D-day.

That sounds awful.

It’s time for you to have sex with Jimin. That sounds even more awful. You feel completely nauseous and nervous. But not in the way that makes you want to turn around. It probably sounds ridiculous and considering the situation and relationship between all three of you – you trust Jimin. You might not know him well enough, but he's familiar. He's no stranger. And from Mina's words back from the days they only hooked up, there is something to be excited for.

Which reminds you that Mina is working her shift, aware of you and Jimin hooking up today. You still can't believe she's fine with all of this and after numerous questions of whether she's sure of this or not, she has finally managed to convince you that yes, she is more than fine.

Since they relationship has started with sex, there's a chance that it's not important to their relationship that much anymore. You're not sure how they'll solve this in the future. Will Jimin fuck other girls?

Before you can burden your already ready-to-burst brain, you knock on Jimin's front door. Your jeans work as the best surface for you to wipe your sweaty hands against.

Why the hell are you constantly so nervous? Is it because you're about to have a sex for the first time in a while? Or is it because it's with Jimin out of all people? You're not sure.

The door opens and reveals Jimin.

He's wearing jeans with a black belt, with a matching black shirt tucked into them. He runs his fingers through his dark hair, exposing his forehead and brows to you as he shoots you a polite smile. “Hey.”

“Hi,” you almost stutter, but still give yourself a mental high-five for not stuttering.

Jimin eyes stay on your for a moment. He can probably see your nervous state. Hell, you aren’t even hiding it. You can’t but you wish you could.

“Please come in.” he says politely instead, moving to the side as he gives you a space for you to come in.

The moment you step inside, Jimin closing the door softly behind you, you note the scent of wood and something sweet. You can't put a finger on what it is, but it smells really nice.

Understandably, you've never been to his place. There wasn't any need to – let alone the opportunity. As you take off your shoes and let Jimin guide you deeper into his place, you silently take it in. You will give him points for a good taste in furniture and decoration. You're not sure what you've expected – not that you thought about what his place looks like – it still takes you by surprise. It's quite surprising seeing his home so beautiful. It's definitely modern with a personal touch of Jimin. Most men's homes are usually a big mess.

“Do you live alone?” you ask behind him, slowly following him.

“Yeah.”

“Don’t you feel alone here all by yourself?” you ask curiously once you stop in the living room. Jimin motions for you to sit on the white couch and you obey, seating yourself on the soft mattress.

“Mina is here most of the time, so no.” he answers.

Your movements stop for a moment at the mention of your best friend.

“Oh, sorry. I should not mention her right now.” he awkwardly scratches the back of his head as he gives you an apologetic look. He sits on the other end of the couch, looking more comfortable with his arm stretched over the headrest.

“Why not? She’s your girlfriend after all.” you say, shrugging your shoulders. You assure him that it's okay and there's no need for him to act like Mina is not existing. However, it is weird no matter what. The last thing you want to be reminded of before having sex is Mina. You already feel so fucking weird about this and him talking about your best friend doesn’t really help.

“She is but due to our circumstances it’s not fair to you,” he says, “Do you want anything to drink? Water, coffee? Maybe some alcohol?”

He wants you to feel as comfortable as you can. If giving you some alcohol would help, then so be it. You kindly shake your head though. “Nah, I’m good.”

He nods as awkward silence surrounds you. You both look at each other and suddenly start to laugh. “This is so awkward. Are we supposed to jump right into it?” you ask laughing at how ridiculous this situation is.

“I mean.. we could. I don’t mind.” he surprises you with his words. Especially how simply they fall out of his lips.

Staring at each other, something stirs deeply inside your stomach and you recognize the little excitement. Nibbling on your bottom lip, you smile. “I suppose we could.”

He offers you his hand which you gladly take. His hands clasps around yours without interweaving your fingers. He leads you into his bedroom which is even more beautiful than the living room. He has a massive bed at the end of his room. Two night tables on each side. Big closet with mirror opposite of it. You can see some art decorating his walls but it still looks minimal.

“A-are we.. you know.. in here?” Great, you've stuttered.

“You know. You can say it straight away you don’t have to sugarcoat it.” he chuckles a little bit while closing the door behind you.

“Fine. Are we gonna fuck here?” you ask straight away and look his way.

He has a little smirk on his plump lips which he licks.

“That’s how I like it,” he mumbles more to himself. “We could move to the living room or any place you’d like.” he suggests while your cheeks burn. Did he just implied you could fuck perhaps in the kitchen if you wanted to? He absolutely did.

“No, this is fine.” you say after a while. You are more fine with this actually. You just feel weird thinking this is where he and Mina sleep together.

“I know what you’re thinking. Me and Mina haven’t had sex for so long. But you already know that.”

How is he able to read you so well when he barely knows you? “That’s why I’m here.” you say quietly walking to his bed. You touch his silky sheets which must’ve cost fortune.

“Do you want to back out?” he asks suddenly. You turn around finding him staring at you with his dark eyes. His stare changes. He isn’t looking at you innocently and friendly like a few minutes ago. You can see one thing you were sure of. Lust.

You bite your lower lip shaking your head.

“Words, Y/N.” he speaks sternly. You immediately remember the day when you met at the coffee shop. He wants you to say it out loud.

“Fuck me, Jimin.” you speak loud enough for him to quickly walk up to you.

Grabbing your face he presses your lips together. Other than being in complete awe that Park Jimin is kissing you now, you hold yourself back from moaning when his delicious soft lips taste way better than you've ever imagined. Mina is damn lucky. Your lips melt together so fast and you can’t breathe. The build up frustration of the lack of sex – on both parts – seem to get the best of you. Once Jimin pulls away to catch his breath, you both breathe heavily as he doesn't move away, pressing his forehead to yours instead. Your breath catches in your throat from the close proximity. You can smell his aftershave and fragrance that practically oozes from him. Not just that but the raunchy sex appeal as well. His lips taste like a cherry lip balm and there are traces of mouthwash on his tongue.

You wonder if this isn’t weird for Jimin. Kissing you while his girlfriend is away and she knows about this. This is so fucking weird but you can’t help yourself and kiss him again despite the lack of your oxygen. You don't know what gets to you. It's probably desperation. You don't want to talk about who he truly is. You don't want to think about Mina. You're doing this to enjoy this. You will treat him as he's just a normal guy, with no attachments to you or anyone you know.

Pushing him against his chest, he lets you push him down onto the mattress. He smirks at the dominance. You're trying to stay unaffected as you climb onto his lap. He lets you, hands hovering over your hips before he holds you there. The moment you sit down, your mouth opens once you can tell his cock is hardening. The bulge in his jeans is not that hard to notice now.

It's not like you're not wet. Fuck, you're dripping wet – you can already tell the discomfort between your legs. What you find ridiculous though, is the fact that you're not sure you've ever been this aroused and wet for your ex boyfriend.

He's barely touching you and your whole body is on fire, desperate to tear his clothes off to see what he's hiding beneath them. Jimin stares up at you, the little smirk still playing on his lips as he squeezes your hips. You start kissing his jaw and neck, inhaling secretly his scent again while you're careful not to leave any marks. A visible proof of what you're about to do – what you're already doing – is not something Mina should see. Even if she knows. You would feel like a complete idiot if she had to see Jimin and find any marks on her boyfriend.

Going back to his face and lps, you connect them again in a heated kiss even though you don’t want to kiss too much. Well, not that you don't want to but you're not sure if it seems right. After all – kissing is too intimate but you can’t help it. His lips are so addicting you always have to dive for another taste.

Your body screams for more, so you slowly grind yourself against his bulge. Throwing your head back at the sudden friction and slight relief it brings, you can't believe you're fucking doing this. Jimin is not unaffected either, he grunts as he squeezes your hips tighter, all while he helps you grind against him. He puts more pressure, leaving both of you gasping.

“Fucking hell.” he moans loudly, embarrassed how quickly out of control he is.

But you're too oblivious to his inner embarrassment, having no idea what he's been through despite Mina letting you the main problem. The truth is, his hand doesn't do its job anymore. Jerking off in the mornings or in the shower is not thrilling anymore. Not when he has a beautiful girlfriend, whom he has wanted to touch everytime she just laid beside him only in her underwear. He knows the lack of sex has made his hormones go crazy. That's understandable. It's not like he sees her as a sexual object, not at all. He was completely fine with the occasional blowjobs or handjobs (when she didn't want to mess up her make-up). But the truth is, sex might not be the most important part or thing in their relationship, it's still a key to a healthy relationship in some way.

And he did touch her. Sometimes. But it was more of him waiting for her to lash out at him. He is walking on eggshells when it comes to her. That eventually made both of them frustrated in their own ways.

He wanted to fuck his girlfriend so many times, but she was never in the mood.

But here you are. Grinding on his cock, looking like a perfect mixture of angel and devil at the same time. All of a sudden, he halts your movements and is met with your confused eyes.

“Okay you had your fun.” he chuckles deeply, biting harshly on his lower lip when he feels his hard cock poking you at your clothed entrance. You look just as fucked out, but you still find yourself to ask.

“Do you want to stop?”

“Fuck no,” he replies immediately. You are ready to laugh at that, but the only sound leaving your lips is yelping when he turns you over. He smirks when he sees your surprised stare by the sudden movement and how easily he has managed to flip you over. “My turn.” he rasps, diving his head to your neck.

Jimin mimics your movements from earlier. You suddenly feel him sucking your skin, too fucked out to tell him to stop. You don’t mind it. You find it so hot. You find him so hot.

“Is it okay for me to undress you?” he asks with a soft tone and gaze.

“Go ahead.” you nod at him.

You see his sweet smile before his fingers work on your button and zipper. You help him undress your jeans leaving you in your shirt and white underwear. You see him biting his lower lip again before he continues to take off your shirt. You are left in your underwear in seconds. The white bralette is complimenting your breasts and Jimin feels like salivating at the pure sight. Fuck, he needs to get himself together.

Jimin is unaware that you've picked your best underwear set you have in your closet. As much as he's not aware how guilty you feel for trying for him. You wanted to look good for him. It’s not like you want to seduce him. You just wanted to look your best. You still don’t understand what Jimin sees in you, or more accurately, why he had agreed to do this with you.

It seems like he wants to say something but he stops himself before pulling your panties down to your ankles. He tosses them on the floor not caring where they’re going to end. His gaze is locked up at your spread legs. Insecurity is already crawling through your whole body. You are about to clasp your legs when he stops you. Giving you a small smile seconds before he opens his mouth.

“Can I go down on you?” he asks suddenly. You lift your head and look at him surprisingly.

He wants to eat you out? Well damn, you're shocked again. You thought you’ll just have sex and that’s it. No foreplay. Not that you're complaining.

“Yes.” The answer comes immediately. And then you feel hot breath where you most need him.

He licks your pussy, having a taste of you. You moan loudly, throwing your head back in pleasure. You arch your back wanting nothing more than to touch him. But you know better and grab silky sheets instead.

“Oh my god!” you moan when you feel his tongue at your hole before he presses further. “Fuck Jimin!” You feel yourself clenching around his tongue.

He fucks you with his tongue, his two fingers pressing against your clit. He has experience, that's for sure. All this time you've craved someone else's touch and now you're getting it. You're way more sensitive which makes your orgasm approach faster than ever. You don't want it to end. Grabbing Jimin's hair and pulling onto them gently, still careful not to hurt him, you give him a silent plea of stopping. But he still keeps going, feeling you getting close.

“Stop, Jimin.” you moan and he immediately pulls away.

Mouth drenched in your wetness, his worried eyes are on you just as you breathe heavily, ignoring the feeling of disappointment your body feels. Your walls clench around nothing.

“Just fuck me. I can’t wait any longer.” you breathe, trying to calm down yourself. He immediately relaxes, something you notice just as he sits back on his knees.

“So greedy.” Chuckling he undresses himself.

You're watching his every movement while he watches your lustful gaze. He feel his chock twitching at your already fuck out state. You watch him pull his boxers off revealing his cock. You don’t know what you were expecting but damn is he thick. Knowing it's been a while since you've had sex, you wonder if he's going to fit.

“You mentioned you’re clean, right?” he asks, suddenly stroking his cock casually. You remember your conversation you had in the coffee shop. You both got tested and you’re both clean.

“Are you ready?” he asks for the last time.

You're about to nod, noticing the way he lifts up his brow as if he knew what you're about to do. Clearing your throat, you remember he wants to hear you.

“Yes.”

He chuckles at this knowing exactly what was going on inside your head.

He leans over you as he opens a drawer of his night stand. He pulls out a condom already ripping off the package. He gets back into his previous spot – he moves between your spread legs and puts the head of his cock at your entrance. “God, you’re so wet.” he says, almost fascinated.

You cringe at yourself when you find yourself almost saying just for you. He gathers some of the wetness onto his cock. He is about to tease you but god, you make it so hard for him. Spreaded in front of him like this completely naked. He says to himself little fuck it and slowly enters you. You want to squeeze your eyes shut but you don’t. You look at him through your hooded eyes. His eyes are closed and pleasure written all over his face.

“How are you this tight?” he grunts when he fills you to the brim. God, he's so thick. The words make you clench around him automatically. “You good? Can I move?” he almost begs but still stops to make sure you’re okay with this.

“Yeah, move. Please.” you whimper - the feeling of pain and pleasure becoming too much for you. You need him to move.

“As you wish, princess.” he suddenly says completely surprising you with the pet name. He probably got lost in the pleasure, you guess. And he does as he says.

He starts slowly but it feels like he can’t keep going slow as he fastens up his pace. His left hand grabs your hips so you wouldn’t move too much. His other hand takes one of your breasts, squeezing gently as his thumb brushes over your nipple.

“Have you been fucked like this?” He grunts, keeping his rapid pace. Moans escaping your lips. “I asked you something.” he growls pinching your nipple causing you to arch your back moaning loudly.

“No. No one fucked me like this.” You answer between moans grabbing his hand that's on your breast. You stare at the veiny hand, enough to make your eyes roll back. What a fucking sight.

“I’ll fuck you properly. Don’t worry.” he smirks and starts to go even rougher and faster. You don’t think that was even possible.

“Fuck.” you moan, aware of the loudness and momentarily, you think of his neighbors hearing you. All of it is gone when Jimin speaks through clenched teeth.

“Moan my name.” he gasps.

You hesitate, not sure what to do. But his hand leaves your hip and instead comes around your neck. Your eyes widen, walls tightening when he squeezes slightly. Not too much – you barely feel it.

“I said, moan my name Y/N.” he growls like some beast having you moan his name again and again. You feel your orgasm approaching still not wanting to cum. It’s too soon for you. You could go for hours like this. As much as embarrassing it is to admit.

“Cum for me, princess. Cum around my cock.” he keeps grunting from above you and the blissful sound of his moans makes you squeeze him tight. The knot suddenly rips and you're cumming around him, your entire body feeling light.

You feel him twitch inside you, giving you a few firm thrusts before his moves become sloppy. Big fuck leaving his lips as he spills inside the condom. Once he's done, every drop of his cum inside the condom, he lays beside you while you both breathe heavily. You close your eyes for a bit trying to catch a breath.

Moments later, you feel the mattress dip as he moves. Opening your eyes, you see him standing up. He throws the condom into the bin that sits in the corner of his room. Sitting up, now that the moment is over you feel the weird feeling coming back.

You've never been in this situation before. What are you supposed to do? You should probably get the hell out of here. Jimin's eyes are on you, watching you and your naked figure as you quickly get to the edge of his bed, grabbing your shirt.

“I, uh, I should probably go.” you mutter awkwardly, quickly putting on your shirt followed by your panties. You don't bother to put the bra on, silently showing how quickly you want to get out of here.

“You can take a shower if you want.” he offers while putting his boxers back on.

You look at him stopping all your movements debating what to do. “Look, I don’t want to make this weird. Go take a shower, I’ll wait and then you can go home, okay? You don’t have to feel like escaping.” he says softly, but his eyes are nothing but serious.

As much as you want to leave, you kind of don’t. But the sound of shower and the thought of wiping the sweat and smell of sex sounds good. The whole bedroom reeks of sex.

“Okay.” you reply, picking up jeans from the floor.

“The first door on the right.” he tells you and with soft thank you you scurry into the bathroom.

His bathroom has a nice shower but also a bathtub on the opposite side. You quickly clean yourself thinking of how good Jimin’s touch felt. It’s too good and it’s all you can think about. You slowly shake your head thinking it’s from the adrenaline you feel right now. When you dress your clothes back on you slowly walk into the kitchen where Jimin is standing.

He turns around when he hears your footsteps. “Are you okay?” he asks you once his eyes find yours.

You nod despite feeling a big ache between your legs. He really fucked you roughly. “Do you want something to drink or eat?”

His behavior makes you a little bit surprised. He acts like nothing happened while you’re freaking out inside. “No, thanks. I should probably go.” you say awkwardly.

He escorts you to the front door where you quickly put your shoes and jacket on. When you are about to leave, his soft voice calling your name stops you. “Thank you.”

“For what? That’s what we all agreed on.” you laugh nervously. He simply nods, opening the door for you.

“I’ll see you.” he says with a little smile.

“Bye, Jimin.” you smile and quickly turn around to hide your red face.

When you hear the soft thud of a closed door, you exhale heavily.

Holy shit, you just slept with your best friend’s boyfriend. And it was fucking great.

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jesterwriting · 6 months

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Hello!! So excited to be mutuals!! I’m ngl I’m about to blog crawl your posts so if you see me in your fics 🌝 hehe no you don’t!!

I was hoping maybe you’d be interested in writing some Sanji comforting his partner after they’ve had a really bad day? 🥹💕 thank you so much for considering and I hope you have a lovely day!!

pairing: sanji x reader

contents: fluff, comfort, slight sensory distress, sanji gets flustered easily

word count: 1.1k words

note: HI OMG! so excited to be mutuals too <33 and to celebrate i hope you enjoy this little sanji morsel :3

playlist: sweet chamomile - ruth b

You’ve had bad days before, but this one took the cake.

First, you woke up late and your breakfast was cold. Not bad, could be worse, you could handle cold breakfast. Sure, your boyfriend would happily heat it up for you, but you didn’t want to bother him over something so trivial. You were an adult, you could handle a bit of congealed egg.

Then, you got rained on after you went into town to explore. It was sunny when you left, not a cloud in the sky, how were you supposed to know to bring an umbrella? In your hurry to get back to the ship, you tripped and fell right into a mud puddle, completely ruining your favorite outfit. All at once, everything was getting to be too much. No matter what you did, nothing seemed to go right. It was days like this that left you exhausted and crying into your pillow, desperate for some way to unleash the emotional maelstrom that had made its home inside of you.

Your mud encrusted shirt felt sticky against your skin and you fought the urge to shake. From rage or disgust, you weren’t sure, all you knew is you wanted to be clean. You hated the way the clumps of dirt weighed down your shirt against your shoulders, or the way the fabric clung to you uncomfortably. You loved this shirt, and now it was ruined. It would be hard to find a similar replacement, though you could always try to hand wash it yourself.

Yes. Right. You could always wash it. This wasn’t the end of the world. With a deep breath, you clenched your fists to ground yourself, and marched into your room to get a change of clothes. Once you were finally clean again, you hauled your dirty clothes into the laundry room. With a brush in one hand, your shirt in the other, you unleashed all of your rage at how the day had gone onto whatever flecks of dirt you could get your hands on.

“Take that!” You cackled, watching the soapy water turn brown. “Die by my hand you wretched stain.”

Too focused on your one-man war, you didn’t realize how much force you were putting into your motions until a loud ripping sound filled the small room, and you were left staring dumbly at what was now half of your shirt. Your favorite shirt. The one you’d had for years. Nothing in your wardrobe was both as comfy or as warm, and now, it was ruined. Forever.

You couldn’t help it. Fat tears plopped into the basin as your breathing hitched. You felt ridiculous crying over an article of clothing, but now that the waterworks began, you couldn’t stop them. Weeping, you threw the torn fabric into the basin and tried not to focus on how the water splashed onto your front, soaking yet another outfit. With your hands over your face, and your clothes stuck to your skin, you muffled your cries into your palms.

Hopefully no one would walk in on your little temper tantrum. That would make a horrible day only that much worse.

As if on cue, the door squeaked open and you were left frantically trying to wipe your cheeks dry. Before you could blink, Sanji was within your field of vision, concern drawing his curly eyebrows together. With your cheek cupped in his hand, his thumb drew gentle circles into your skin. The gesture was so comforting, you couldn’t help but lean into his touch.

“Sweetheart, you’re crying. What’s wrong?”

Remembering what you’d been upset about, you gave an embarrassed jerk and tried to rub the redness from your eyes. “I’m just being stupid. It’s nothing.” When Sanji didn’t seem convinced, you gave him a watery smile. “Really, don’t worry so much, you’ll get wrinkles.”

“I’ll always worry when it comes to you, my love.” Instead of helping you to your feet, he sat down next to you, one leg outstretched, the other drawn up so he could rest his elbow on his knee. With his free arm, Sanji wrapped you into a side hug, tugging you closer to him until your head rested on his shoulder. You hummed and stared at his blush. Even the smallest acts of affection could make your boyfriend flush bright red. It was cute. “Tell me what’s wrong so I can help.”

“It’s stupid,” You muttered.

“It obviously isn’t if you’re this upset,” Sanji countered, his fingers playing with the hem of your sleeve. You could tell he wanted a cigarette but would rather not smoke with you in such a small space. The second hand smoke would fill the room in seconds.

With a sigh, you gestured to the muddy basin, the remnants of your shirt sunk to the bottom. “Today has sucked.” Sanji hummed and nodded. You took that as your cue to continue, “I got rained on, fell in the mud, ripped my favorite shirt, and my breakfast was cold because I got up so late.”

“Why didn’t you come find me? I would have reheated your breakfast for you, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not going to go bother you over something so trivial. I’m an adult, I can eat my cold food. It was just that… coupled with everything else.”

“Come here.” Without another word, Sanji wrapped you in a warm embrace, his chin settled on the top of your head. You buried your face into his shirt and inhaled his scent: cigarettes and spices. Gently, Sanji began running his hands through your hair, playing with a loose strand every so often. In his arms, it felt like every weight that made its home on your shoulders disappeared. You slumped into him, your own hands home between Sanji’s shoulder blades.

“I feel better, thank you.”

“I knew a hug would help you, my love.” Even with his voice rumbling against your ear, he sounded smug. You glanced up, noticing that he was blushing so deep, the redness disappeared underneath the collar of his dress shirt. When you snuggled into him, his flush only got darker. Smug indeed. You smirked to yourself, the heaviness in your heart replaced with a light, fluttery feeling.

“Can we stay like this for a little while longer,” You asked

“As long as you need,” Sanji replied.

The two of you remained, tied tightly together on the wet floor of the laundry room, for hours. It wasn’t until Luffy found the two of you, wondering when dinner was going to be ready, did Sanji untangle himself from you.

By then, you felt like the day wasn’t as bad as you thought.

#one piece x reader #sanji x reader #sanji x you #sanji x yn #one piece imagines #one piece scenarios #.jesterwrites #I HOPE YOU ENJOYED WHAT YOU READ WHEN U CRAWLED THRU MY BLOG :3

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cu7ie · 10 months

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cw: playing pretend on miguel's part. inter-dimensional fuckery. implied cheating (unintentional, you see). an: i cannot find the post now but definitely inspired by something on @theloveinc 's blog! i birthed this child in the night you see??? miguel is taking over!

"An entanglement? A fucking entanglement?"

"Yes! Look. I can explain…" Yeah Miguel, explain what you're doing, balls deep in Earth 999's version of you - who looks shocked, appalled even. Maybe a little jealous.

He wasn't supposed to have gotten caught in the first place, but you'd arrive earlier than he expected.

'You', who had come home to your boyfriend playing a weird kind of dress up, picking through your drawers like you both don't live here, acting all surprised when you tell him to cut that shit out and,

"C'mere, gimme a kiss."

He seemed to startle when you started to reach for his face, but didn't jerk away, nor fall into your kiss like he normally does. "There something wrong babe?"

"No…" Miguel isn't dating you in the universe he's from. At least, not anymore. The dimension hopping lanced a rift in between you two as he threw himself deeper and deeper into his work fighting this losing battle, while you went through your own journey, trying to regain some semblance of the humanity you once knew.

This you is not that person. This you is smaller, less built, with kind lips, that don't hurl insult, don't demean him for his shortcomings. It's hard to tear himself away from it, the arms closing around his sides and hands running along his back, hard to ignore you pulling him towards the bed…

Landing him in the predicament he finds himself in now.

Your legs wrap around his waist and even with the surprise intrusion, your grip doesn't let up. You are in awe of you,

The mask you rip off to reveal your face is such a surprise too. 999 can only gasp and gape openly at the severe silhouette you cut in the bright sun, bordered by the shadows, toned from slinging on webs and subduing the occasional bad guy.

Your thighs and calves are insane. Straightened up, you’re a solid column, formidable, with eyes hot enough to make 9^3 burn up and shrivel.

"You… You’re me? I-i look like that?" You say - the non-mutate version of you - hiking up the blanket to cover their chest, scrambling to maintain some modicum of decency.

"Don’t talk to me." You hiss, and yourself flinches back. "Yeah! Oh-kay, f'sure, f'sure."

Miguel's got his birthday suit on, long pretty cock still bent up inside this other you, hunched over like some kind dog defending a meal. Fangs distended, chest heaving, ‘your’ neck bleeding. He seems laser focused on 999 still, the talons that curve lightly into their hips serving as the only indication he’s maintained some sort of control.

His hips roll once, and ‘you’ gasp brokenly, blunt nails trying to grip Miguel for stability. His red eyes narrow at them, desperate and pleading,

But he can’t bear to look at you. See you stare back at him, angry and mortified.

“Just let me finish… Just let me … have this.” You scoff in disbelief, wide eyed presumably, but he wouldn’t know. Only hears the sound of your huff and turn, a ‘thwip!

And then you’re gone again.

“Miguel? What the fuck was that…?" Despite the rising apprehension in your tone, you do not move.

"Who are you?” You whisper.

You clench down on his cock like you don’t want him to leave. So he doesn’t. Just leans in reaaaal close, licking his lips tauntingly slow.

“Your boyfriend, carino.”

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #atsv x reader #across the spiderverse #atsv #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 #🌩️ L1GHTN1NG_STRIKE5.pdf

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saccharinesunsetretired · 9 months

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First Time For Everything | Wolfbur x Reader

This one stumped me for a while, but here it is! Based off @drop-of-void's Wolfbur AU, more specifically this post that you should definitely check out. I hope I did him justice, because I love Wolfbur very much <3

Summary: Neither you nor Wilbur realized that he could, in fact, knot you despite him not being in rut. It turns out to be a pleasant discovery.

Warnings/Tags: Smut, fluff, fingering, knotting, reader is afab but gender neutral

Word Count: 2.2k

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It was strange sometimes, having Wilbur around. There were things that Wilbur didn’t understand about humans, things that you (perhaps foolishly) assumed that he should know. For example, the time he spent an hour staring at your refrigerator trying to figure out the source of the cooling, or the time he nearly broke your phone in an attempt to understand what all the buttons did.

The first time you had sex with him was similar in a way. He understood the basic mechanics of it, of course, but he was unsure of himself. Humans are just so fragile, he said. I don’t want to hurt you.

You had reassured him that he wouldn’t, that it would all be fine, and it was. Wilbur, for all of his anxiety and hesitation, did just fine. A lot better than fine. It was easily the best sex you’d ever had, mostly because Wilbur was so eager, so willing to do whatever you asked of him and more than happy to learn. It was endearing, seeing him so happy at the thought that he made you feel so much pleasure.

You assumed that as long as Wilbur stayed in his human form, none of his Lycan traits would unexpectedly show up. He warned you that during his rut, that might not always be the case, but it wasn’t time for that just yet. You figured you had more time before that became a problem.

You were wrong.

It started out just fine. You were sitting out on the porch with him, enjoying the fresh air. A few innocent touches to Wilbur’s thigh left him staring at you with an intensity that instantly prompted you to kiss him. He kissed you hungrily, more desperately than he usually did. You chalked it up to him just being in the mood more than usual. “Darling,” he gasped against your lips, “I could take you right here.”

You laughed softly between heated kisses as Wilbur’s hands wandered your body. “We’d both get splinters,” you protested. The porch was in decent condition, but it was definitely not the most comfortable or safe.

“Don’t care,” Wilbur replied. His lips went to your neck. He buried his face in your neck and inhaled deeply. A Lycan thing, you figured.

“You’ll care when you have splinters,” you said, sighing contentedly at Wilbur’s touches. “Come on. We can take this inside.”

Wilbur quickly agreed and scooped you into his arms. You let out a surprised little squeak when he did, but he paid no mind. His expression was focused, determined.

He placed you on the bed and wasted no time getting on top of you. He was insatiable in a way that he usually wasn’t, but once again, you blamed it on pent-up desire or something of the sort. His fingers were immediately sliding your shirt up your body, and you were quick to help him remove it entirely.

“Just wanna feel all of you, darling,” he murmured, fingers running down your body to the waistband of your jeans. You helped him hastily unbutton them and pull them down before letting them fall to the side of the bed. Then it was your underwear, which he tugged on so hard that it was nearly ripped right off you. You winced at the tug on your skin.

“Shit, sorry,” Wilbur said, looking slightly alarmed.

You laughed it off. “Feeling especially eager today, Wil?”

“You have no idea,” he replied. His fingers then went to the hem of his own shirt and tugged it off. It was your turn to put your hands on him, tracing the lines of his body with your fingertips. He shivered, a pleasant sight for you. It only took another few moments for him to get completely undressed.

The second you were both completely bare, his lips were back on yours, teeth nearly clashing. Part of you wanted to tell him to be gentle, to slow down, but another part of you only wanted more. Of course, the latter is the side that won. Your hands wandered to his hair, grasping at his curls and pulling him closer.

With how absorbed you were in the kiss, you almost didn’t realize his hand running down your body. Once it reached your sex, you realized what he was doing. He inserted a finger and silenced your moan with a kiss. The second you pulled away, he was teasing you. “Now who’s eager? Hm?”

“Please shut up and kiss me again.” Wilbur laughed softly before immediately complying, his lips meeting yours once again as he slowly moved his finger in and out, not enough to do hardly anything but tease. It was simultaneously intoxicating and infuriating.

Wilbur’s lips then trailed down to your neck, and once again, he inhaled your scent. You couldn’t help but giggle at the ticklish sensation of his breath. “What are you doing?” you asked.

“Um…” Wilbur pulled away just enough so that he could see your face and stopped moving his finger. “Smelling you. Is that…do humans not do that?”

“Not generally,” you said. “But it’s not that weird.”

“Then can I keep doing it?” Wilbur asked. He was practically a master at giving you puppy-dog eyes whenever he wanted something, and you could hardly ever deny him.

“Sure,” you said. Besides, the feeling of his face against your neck was warm—comforting, in an odd sort of way. He went right back to it, kissing and sniffing at your neck and inserting another finger. You couldn’t help but whine as he nipped softly at the skin on your neck. You couldn’t tell if he was biting harder than usual or if his teeth were somehow sharper. Perhaps another Lycan thing.

He started curling his fingers and watched hungrily as you moaned and arched your back slightly, trying to get closer. His fingers moved frustratingly slow, giving you enough pressure to tease but not enough to get you off.

“Wilbur, please-“

“You’re not cumming unless it’s on my cock, sweetheart,” Wilbur cooed. “For now, you take what I give you, yeah?” You nodded frantically, preferring even this frustration over nothing. It had taken him a little bit to experiment and figure out how to talk dirty with you, how to tease and what you liked. Thankfully, your preferences often lined up with his. Very convenient.

His lips went back to your neck, biting softly at the skin there. You moaned as his tongue brushed your skin, tasting the beads of sweat that were already forming there. You were getting wetter by the second, to the point where you could hear it as his fingers pumped in and out. Just as soon as he started speeding up, he stopped and withdrew his fingers.

Normally, you would have complained, but after his earlier words, you knew better. “Ready for me?” Wilbur asked. You watched as he sucked the fluid off his fingers, tasting you so casually that it seemed like nothing to him. You nodded, and he shook his head. “Words, darling, use your words.”

In that moment, you were beyond grateful to your past self for teaching Wilbur about human terms of endearment. The way he said ‘darling’ had you shivering in anticipation. “I’m ready, Wil. You have me.”

He grinned before leaning in and kissing your jaw. “That I do.” Calloused hands parted your legs, allowing him to settle between them. “You gonna be good and take my cock like I want you to?”

“Y-yes, Wil. Just—please get going.”

He needed no further encouragement. He entered you slowly, soaking in the sounds of your whines as he stretched you out. He let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a grunt as he got settled. Your hands went to his back, holding him close, and he slowly began to move.

His thrusts were deep but slow at first, quickly increasing in speed. You held on, scratching at his back as he thrusted and grinded against you. “I needed this,” Wilbur said between gasps and quick breaths. “Needed you so bad, you have no idea.”

“M-me too,” you managed to say. “Just please keep going.”

“Wouldn’t dream of stopping.” His thrusts increased in speed. You whimpered, nails digging slightly into the skin of his back. You had apologized the first time it happened, but he loved it so much that you didn’t bother to stop anymore. It’s like you’re marking me, he’d said. Marking me as yours.

And you knew how he loved being yours, just as you loved being his. He pushed you closer and closer to your orgasm, and you could feel his thrusts getting sloppier.

And then, you felt something a little strange, an odd push at your entrance that you hadn’t felt before, like something was bumping around it. It was strange but not at all unpleasant, and before you knew it, you were finishing anyway with a cry of Wilbur’s name.

And then you felt yourself being stretched wider than you’d ever been stretched before, stretched to the point that it burned for a moment before you were filled fuller than you’d ever been. Just like that, Wilbur stopped moving, gasping and panting above you, his eyes slightly wide. You gripped at Wilbur’s shoulders, whimpering at the feeling of being so blissfully and inexplicably full.

You remembered Wilbur explaining Lycan mating to you, how, during ruts, Lycans would knot their mates. Like…dogs, I guess, he’d said. He was bright red as he explained it before assuring you that it only happened during ruts.

But this wasn’t a rut—at least, you didn’t think it was—and you still had his knot in you. There was no other explanation for why you felt so full. “W-Wil,” you managed to say, your voice a soft whine.

“Fuck,” Wilbur said under his breath. “Fuck, darling, I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t think this would happen, I…I thought that…that it wouldn’t happen unless I was in rut, and-“

“S’okay,” you managed to say.

“I’m sorry,” he said again. He wasn’t looking you in the eyes. “I didn’t—I didn’t want to hurt you. I’m so sorry. I-“

“Wilbur,” you managed to say. “It’s okay. This—fuck, this feels so good.” The feeling of being filled like this was addictive, scratching an itch that you didn’t even know you had. You let out a soft gasp as he shifted slightly, trying to get more comfortable.

“It—it’s good? You don’t mind?” His eyes were wide and hopeful, looking down at you with a mixture of excitement and concern. “It’s okay that I knotted you?”

“Y-yeah,” you said shakily. “It’s good, Wil. Really good.” You let him sigh and lean against you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You brought a hand up to run your fingers through his hair and gently scratch at his scalp, and he let out a soft, rumbling noise in response. “You okay?”

“So good,” Wilbur said, murmuring against the skin of your neck. “I was so scared that I’d hurt you or that you’d be mad.”

“I’m not mad,” you reassured him. “It feels so fucking good, Wil. It’s perfect.”

“Then I’m gonna do it again,” he murmured. “Knot you as many times as you want, darling.” He kissed the corner of your jaw and nuzzled against you.

You sighed, a soft exhale as you relaxed further. The feeling of being stretched and filled was still there, of course, but having him this close was also warm and comforting. When you breathed in, you could smell him—the scent of sweat, the forest, fresh earth and rain. “How long do the knots stay for?” you asked as you continued running your fingers through his hair.

“A while,” he replied. “Fifteen…maybe twenty minutes. I…I know it’s a long time, and you might not want to do this again, and—“

“Shush,” you said. “I’m comfortable.” When he went silent, you continued. “I told you it was okay, and I meant it. Honest.”

“Okay,” he said softly. He kissed your jaw once again. Rain fell softly on the roof of your little home, the only sound you could hear other than Wilbur’s soft breathing. He let out a low hum and stayed nestled in the crook of your neck, occasionally pressing a kiss there.

The two of you laid like that for a while, letting the time pass peacefully as you enjoyed each other’s warmth. Eventually, Wilbur tensed up a little before releasing into you with a soft moan and a sigh.

The sensation of being filled so entirely was intoxicating, and you found yourself moaning as he pulled out of you. Your sheets would definitely need a good washing after this, but you didn’t care, not when you were so full of him. He gazed at the spot between your legs for a moment, admiring his work. “You like taking me like that, huh? Want me to fill you again?”

You nodded eagerly, pulling him into a kiss. The kiss lasted long seconds, and when you pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, a small smile playing on his lips. “As you wish, my mate.”

You were definitely in for a long night.

#wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot smut #wilbur soot x reader smut #wilbur x you #i am still scared to post smut #but i will get over it eventually #saccharine writes

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starplanes · 4 months

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been debating saying something about this for WEEKS but it's been nagging at me so:

we all remember that anonymous ad account? there was a big kerfuffle about it - personally I was very annoyed how the account would constantly bring me up and occasionally say wrong things about me, but I know other creators had issues with what was being anonymously said about them.

Months ago I did find out who was behind the blog - an audio drama creator I have never spoken to. They were a member of the AD Lab Discord Server, and at least two mods of that server knew about the blog and were helping anonad with their posts. The person behind anonad seemed to really look up to these mods, who had more experience in the industry. The creator of Regina Prime (referred to henceforth as J) might not be strictly "behind the blog," but they were helping with it, and I would guess manipulating anonad to push specific messages, knowing anonad looked up to them and using that to their advantage. This is why the account would constantly bring me up - while I've never spoken to the point person on this account, I've rubbed shoulders with the mods. It feels really weird that these people would post about me anonymously while I was chilling in their server.

It also rubs me the wrong way that these mods styled themselves as community leaders, "professors" of the audio drama lab, helpers of new creators... but behind the scenes were actively stoking the anonymous, public shit talking of other projects. I've kept quiet about it cause I'm tired of "drama," but I feel culpable having in this knowledge and not sharing it. I feel bad that new creators are finding community with and getting advice from people who are willing to turn around and hinder their crowdfunding campaigns or stoke personal rumors behind their backs.

And I mean this in the most literal sense - one of the creators who had their crowdfunding campaign posted about by the anonad account has a different project they're "incubating" with the AD lab. J read over and encouraged a post ripping into a crowdfund before it was posted, then a month later approved a project for development in the lab by the very same creator whose crowdfund she helped end. Yikes. it seems like the purpose of this all was to criticize other campaigns they saw as "competition" - which we in the community know doesn't actually exist - while using the person behind anonad for plausible deniability so they wouldn't get in trouble for tearing their colleagues down over anything they could.

I'm tired of J's facade. I'm tired of knowing that people who trust these mods have been anonymously hurt by them. I'm tired of J and HR (of Packhowl) threatening my friend in private and lying about her in public, all because they sent her screenshots revealing the mods' level of involvement with the blog. HR may not have been involved from the beginning, but she and the remaining mods are helping to keep everything quiet. The facade remains, the trust remains, the lies remain, and all the moderators are responsible.

This isn't one-off behavior from the people who were seemingly manipulating anonad, and I'm done hiding their actions for them. I've hesitated in part for so long because I feel that the "main" person behind the account should not be named, and I worry these moderators will name them to deflect blame. I hope they won't.

Edit: removed first names per a request

#anyway now you know and you can make choices based on that #im not telling anyone what to do im just done keeping this info to myself okay bye

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controversialhpmemes · 1 month

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Just stumbled across this blog today, and I just have to say THANK YOU for your posts about how Wolfstar doesn't work in-universe and how messed up Sirius' fandom-feminization is. I love both characters but they have no romantic chemistry at all. The marauders were very much written as mainly friends of James. I literally had the thought the other day that Sirius trusted Peter more than he trusted Remus during the first war, and even during the second war it feels like they barely interact unless they have to. Remus is even described as being bitterly envious of Sirius' ability to attract women in supplemental materials and all of his off-screen moments he's either trying to establish contact with werewolf packs or establishing his relationship with Tonks.

I've been trying to find good posts to reblog to an RP blog I made shipping Sirius with an OC and the endless parade of hyper-feminine-Sirius have me rolling my eyes. Like, he's maybe the type to paint his nails and wear lipstick for a laugh once or twice but a fully beat face as a daily look? Not his style, even before prison. And the full-sleeve millenial/gen z style tattoos look nice, but on a man who was a teen in the 70s? Please stop, fandom.

Sorry for writing you a whole-ass book, I felt like I was taking crazy pills for a minute there. Thank you for a much-needed sanity check. Also marauders fandom has hurt me because the past few weeks I've been looking for off-brand Sirius Black merchandise (I will never buy official again) and every indie storefront has just been endless stickers and prints of one line from one slow-burn marauders-era wolfstar fanfic.

(For those people hate-reading this blog and chomping at the bit to call me homophobic and transphobic, I'm a trans man and the OC I ship Sirius with is also a man, hope you have a day as lovely as you are)

My dude. Thank you. You deserve a million lovely days. Forever. And Ever.

AU, OOC, do Wolfstar. Do not try to sell me canon or "canon compliant" Wolfstar. It is dead on arrival.

I like reimagining Marauders for modern day but with a big OOC AU sticker on it. Marauders = Boomers. RIP Regulus, you would've loved Brexit. RIP Remus, you would have loved using wizard facebook instead of wizard google.

Same w/off brand Lupin merch. I love Lupin, hate Etsy covered in that line.

Sirius w/the right man is perfection. Lupin is the wrong man.

You are a gem. Stay sane out there, my man.

#asked #answered #anti wolfstar #anti marauders fandom #anti marauders fanon #marauders #anti marauderstok #sirius black

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thecuriousquest · 1 year

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You Could’ve Been Hurt, Pebble!

First Yandere post of this blog I’m trying to create. Ask box is open.

Yandere Kirishima x Reader

Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, NSFW (non consensual punishment spanking), chains, and slight manipulation/guilt tripping

Summary: Reader tries to escape and gets caught.

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“What’s going on, Pebble?” Kirishima called to you using your pet name.

You cringe and turn to face him. “I…I wasn’t…It’s not what it looks like.”

You shudder as he walks near you. He takes the bobby-pin from your hand and grabs you by the upper arm, ripping you away from the door.

“I do what I can to protect you, to provide for you, and this is how you thank me? After everything I’ve done for you? I thought you were finally making progress. Guess I was wrong.”

He marches you up the stairs and to the bedroom you two share. Pulling the chains out from under the bed, he turns to you, shoving the clinking metal in your face. “This is what we have to resort to now. You did this to yourself, Y/N.”

You cry out and plead, but he won’t listen to you. “Please, I’ll be good! You can’t do this to me!” You thrash in his strong grip as he forces you to the mattress. You almost kick him in the face when he reaches for your leg, but he grips your ankle before your foot makes contact with his nose. You feel the cold steel wrap around your ankle.

Trapped. Again. Just like the first time he brought you here.

Your arms cover your eyes as you lie on your back, crying until your head pounds with a migraine.

“Your punishment isn’t over yet, Pebble.” He looks down at you sympathetically.

Your glossy eyes gaze up at him, brows furrowing in curiosity. “This isn’t it?” You refer to the chain keeping you bound to the bed.

“Well, it’s part of it. Look, I’m gonna spank you.”

You try to back away from him, but he puts a hand on your hip and turns you over. He pulls your nightdress up to the small of your back.

“Kirishima, please, don’t do this! I’ve learned my lesson. You don’t need to…”

He pulls your underwear down and begins delivering a flurry of harsh spanks to your bottom. You struggle not to focus on the slaps, but short whimpers rise in your throat as you try to force them down.

“I’m doing this because I have to; because you made me. You could’ve been hurt, Pebble. Someone could have taken you.”

Oh, the irony of his words. If you weren’t in so much pain, you’d probably be laughing.

He begins to redden your thighs, especially the sensitive skin on the inside of your legs. He’s hellbent on covering every inch of your backside, making sure you’re spanked raw.

“You’re right! I shouldn’t have tried to run. I need you! Please!”

Kirishima sighs and strokes your hair. “That’s what you needed to be reminded of, Pebble. It’s alright. I’m here to take care of you. I’m here to protect you. Nobody will ever hurt you as long as I’m around.”

The redhead pulls up your underwear and adjusts your nightdress before getting into bed next to you. He pulls you close to his hard abdomen so that he can comfort you as you sob yourself to sleep.

“I love you, Pebble.” He nuzzles your ear with his nose and kisses your head.

“I love you too, Kiri.” Even if you don’t mean it, you have to say it. You don’t get a choice with him.

#yandere #kirishima imagine #eijirou x reader #eijirou kirishima imagine #mha eijirou #my hero acedamia #yandere kirishima #manipulation

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aroaceleovaldez · 22 days

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the show chb logo was also ripped from fandom, like in the past decade all the official chb shirt had the logo without the circle and then the fandom started doing and the show went for it, sorry your tags reminded me of that

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Yeah, I know Delphi Strawberry Service has done more circular-based CHB shirt designs for ages, and I've seen the more circular-based designs floating around for awhile. I think Magicbysab's circular-based CHB shirt designs also predate the show design? Those are just the ones I can think of off the top of my head. I understand on a level that if they did base it off fandom designs, particularly if they're basing anything on widespread fanon or fandom-based concepts, it can be difficult to pin down credit or may even seen unnecessary. But if they're going to be doing that I feel like at least they could hire like, a fandom consultant of sorts? Instead of just ripping off from the fandom, hire someone from the community who produces that already so at least there's some recognition and acknowledgement of where it originated.

Heck, in some instances if you ask around in the fandom it's not hard to pinpoint who specifically popularized certain concepts! I could talk for ages about Cherryandsisters being a driving force behind photokinesis!Will, or Saberghatz with plague!Will (tbh between the two they spearheaded a ton of early Will/Solangelo fanon), and I swear Drksanctuary alone is behind like 50% of Alabaster fanon, etc etc etc. People in the fandom know these things! Heck, we know ReadRiordan company knows how to do that kind of thing! They commissioned Viria for the official art, and the UK Riordan newsletter reaches out to fans all the time to feature their work (with credit, they're one of the better ones)! Though in Rick's book tours he did showcase Viria's art (at least with credit) without asking before she got commissioned, and during the Tower of Nero book tours they actually straight up stole a solangelo edit from Pervysloth with completely zero credit (link is to my canon url readriordan parody blog).

I think it doesn't help as well that Rick and his editor allegedly use the fandom wiki in place of a series bible. The PJO wiki is notorious for putting inaccurate information or fanon onto pages at random and having no sources. (What I wouldn't give for the PJO wiki to have frequent book/page sources a la Warrior Cats wiki...) There are what, now almost 18 books in the main series alone? Of an extremely renowned best-selling series that's 20 years old and now being adapted for TV? And they STILL don't have a series bible? That's like, step 1 of writing a series. This kind of reliance of the fandom for resources and concepts definitely isn't new for them.

It just feels so bizarre as to what it says about how the ReadRiordan company views the fandom and the creatives within it. I understand that trying to figure out how to give credit to the concept of "CHB shirt design, but circular!" is difficult, if you even can find out who did that first or popularized it. But if you're going to rip things from fandom, at least find somebody to try and credit? Show that you put in even the tiniest amount of effort? And if you get it wrong and people know, they'll correct you and that's that! But ReadRiordan just keeps trying to actively obscure these kinds of things, even with their own media, not ripped from the fandom, which makes it feel all the worse when it gets pointed out. And a lot of the time the whole reason those concepts get popular is because they're filtered through big names in the fandom! The fandom is a community! We know these people! We can point to them and explain exactly what they popularized! Remember how Velinxi popularized long haired Piper with the heart-shaped flyaways? Goodness only knows how many fandom designs are heavily influenced by Viria and Minuiko and Burdge (and Indigonite and Fuocogo and Ikimaru and Thecottonproject and Joker-ace and Sixofclovers and Vikingmera and Saber and Cherry and and and-). If you are in the community this stuff is easy to find. But Rick and the ReadRiordan company clearly being ~5 years behind with fanon pretty obviously tells me that they're not in the community at all, and aren't bothering trying.

#riordanverse #pjo #readriordan #pjo tv crit #rr crit #Anonymous #ask #long post //#sorry i am passionate about fandom history and crediting artists #its late and im too lazy to proofread right now so im just throwing this one out there #apologies if it's nonsensical #anyways Rick and ReadRiordan stop ripping off literally everyone challenge #stares pointedly at Rick blatantly recycling his own writing. its not a fun callback my guy thats just lazy writing #percy making a dam joke to himself in SoN? cute callback #solangelo falling into tartarus scene in TSATS being a direct rip of percabeth in MoA/HoH? what the hell man

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loupy-mongoose · 6 months

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Happy birthday ^^ I'm in my 30's so, glad to see some older peeps on tumblr.

(even if 29 aint old XD )

Don't worry, I know. I don't truly believe myself to be old, just relatively old. I could be wrong, but I feel like a majority of the people I interact with on Tumblr and Discord are younger than me. Sometimes not by much, and sometimes by a lot. One of my favorite artists is about a decade younger than me! (Which is admittedly wild to think about. XD)

I want to take a moment to be sappy, and hopefully not conceited. I don't want to sound or act like I have a big head; I just want to offer some advice as an older artist.

When I was a teenager, I dreamed of having what I've since gained through this blog. I wanted to tell a story, and have people interact with it and ask questions, primarily in the form of Nuzlocke comics. I only ever tried on DeviantArt and, in more recent years, Twitter (may it RIP), and never really gained any traction. I wonder if things would've been different if I'd tried Tumblr back then, but I kinda doubt it. I was a teenager. I was still a developing artist and storyteller with an underdeveloped sense of self-confidence. Now, that's not to say I don't think teenagers can do great things and tell great stories... But if you're trying and it's not working out, YOU. HAVE. TIME.

At some point I came across what I believe was an advice post from Tumblr, but I can't find it anywhere and don't truly know where it's from. It had some wonderful advice that I wish I could share verbatim!

The biggest thing I gleaned from it is, don't down-talk your own art! If you have trouble liking the art you make, look for the good in it! Find the parts you can be confident in, build on that, and love what you do!

Here, I'll get you started.

You are an artist, which is a wonderful thing! You have the ability to bring your ideas to life, and that will only get better with time! I'm way, WAY better of an artist now than when I was 16, 17, 18 when I first tried telling stories online. Your biggest hindrance will be yourself, so please don't let yourself get in the way. Perfection in art is impossible. Aim for loving what you do, and be patient with yourself.

Anyways, that's my random sappy spiel. Enjoy your art, lovely artists young, old, and in-between!

#hideoutfromreality #ask #but unconventional #A part of me wonders if I just happen to have a story premise people like.#But I'll never be able to know for sure.#Would the result have been different if I'd thought up this story with my teenage art skill?#I don't know.#I CAN'T know.#I'll just have to move forward with what I've got now.#info

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