#i was literally about to yell about this in the discord

[gay-otlc]

*emerges from a pile of leaves* het trans woman Khalila

SAME FUCKING BRAINCELL

#i was literally about to yell about this in the discord #t4t khalila/dario

[twistedapple]

Her hands of gold and jewels

Another Hellfire Storm smut that'll be part of my main fic, A Tale of Brimstone and Storm. It has been purposefully decontextualised to minimise spoilers. @adevilyoudo you requested, I delivered.

Also available on AO3.

BGM: 1, 2. Full playlist here.

CW: anal sex, rimming, anal fingering, pegging, prostate massage, multiple orgasms, bondage, soft femdom, handjob, cunnilingus, squirting. +18 CONTENT, I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR CLICK.

It had become a habit between them, since their first game. A lanceboard was now permanently installed in Nuria’s salon and each of them would make a move, Raphael appearing on occasion regardless of her presence or absence in the apartment. She found that way of communicating considerably more refreshing and  interesting than anything she had experienced before, and enjoyed taking the time to read the board and try to figure out the potential moves and tricks the devil could attempt or that she could herself play. Such silent and prolonged fights, examples of patient strategy, contributed to them getting to know each other better outside of the contractual matter associated with the Palace.

Over time, Nuria noticed that Raphael would prolong his stays when she was around – and when he had time for it. Taking into consideration his nature and age – surely, his perception of time was wildly different than that of a mortal -, she was pleasantly surprised by this rather quick turn of event. They would at times share a meal, at other times Nuria would play the kanun for him, but what struck her most was the evening when he decided to read her a bit of his personal writing; she took it as a subtle sign of comfort – or maybe a form of trust? Whatever it meant, she let him know her appreciation in the focused silence she’d give, as well as the commentaries they’d exchange. The one thing she considered off-limit, however, would be anything pertaining to his deals. At times, he would also be working on his contracts and she considered that none of her business. Raphael never expressed any desire to get her involved either, and seemed keener to work in a sort of comfortable silence.

Still, there remained a more physical aspect to their encounters as well, heated nights of skin against skin and whispered pleasures. Raphael had taken the habit of leaving notes similar to that very first limerick to notify her of these moments – Nuria had made it clear that she liked being well-prepared, and he certainly seemed quite enthusiastic in that aspect as well, although he never clarified whether it was for the pleasure he’d receive or provide, or even his habit of taking her in all of her youthful, disheveled beauty. That sweet evening on a clear Spring day was an example of such situation. When Nuria got home, she checked the lanceboard out of habit and noticed a small note next to it. After having taken the time to look at the newest move and go for her own strategy, she read the short text, written in an elegant handwriting. A giggle and a bottom lip bitten later, she put it away in a drawer with the other notes, and went on her merry way to pamper herself. She already had a program in mind.

When Raphael appeared in his usual fire and brimstone, he found Nuria comfortably installed on her low couch, with a warm cup of tea in one hand and what looked like a report on the other. Immediately recognizing that slight frown she had when she was focused, he slinked next to her and waited for her attention with a smug smile. He had a comment ready and was waiting for her to raise her pretty eyes away from the document to fire it. As soon as long eyelashes moved to let grey-and-violet meet his amber, he took it as his sign.

-Well, and here I thought you had taken interest in my note. Or was its content not to your liking?

-Then you were too focused on what I was doing, and not on how I am looking.

She chuckled and didn’t miss a single beat to offer a retort – oh, how he liked this sort of game between them. She looked lovely indeed, as she leaned to put her now empty cup and report on the table – when she closed the document, its cover gave a subtle sign of enchantment that made it look like a nondescript book. Even in such a simple look as the one she was wearing, she managed to give the impression of being the graceful subject of a painting, with her elegant silken robe in a lilac tone and her slender waist cinched by a large golden sash. The silk was of a lighter quality meant for warm weather, and Raphael took notice of the subtle shape of her breasts through the fabric. She scooted closer to him and leaned forward, a delicate hand covered in stylized patterns of flowers and vines reaching out to leave the ghost of a caress on his cheek.

-Don’t worry, the note has been read and its content duly noted.

Raphael caught the elusive hand before she could fully pull back and brought it to his lips, leaving kisses on each finger between words.

-I caught myself thinking about you during a meeting, and that thought stubbornly stuck through it.

-Was that meeting so tedious, that you had to work yourself up to endure it?

-Not exactly, but Haarlep was involved at some point. It made me miss these pretty hands of yours, and your crafty touch.

At this Nuria gave a cheeky, almost smug smile. Her dimples appeared.

-It certainly is a pleasure to know I meet your expectations to that point. But tell me more about how you felt.

She was right next to him now, and he could catch the sharp floral and musky incense of her perfume – one of her many weapons, yet he was willing to fall into the trap and closed whatever remaining distance there was between them to steal her lips and pepper her shapely neck with hungry kisses, the taste of rose and tea lingering on his tongue. His hands started running along her back and waist and hips, illustrating the details he provided with his touches.

Nuria leaned her head back to give him better access, while her own hands ran over his shoulders and chest, teasing him by playing with the buttons of his deep ruby doublet.

-My guest was keen to take things in their own hands while I was attending other matters...

His curls tickled her as she felt fully surrounded by the sweet yet powerful musk of his own perfume, and she couldn’t contain a smile when she felt a thumb brush a hardening nipple and softly draw the curve of her breast before sliding away.

-They found enough sweet spots to convince Haarlep to not be in charge of everything.

Another hand, large and warm, ran from her waist to her lower back, teasingly caressing her spine. The kisses in her neck turned into nibbles and a lewd gasp escaped her lips when he sucked on the smooth skin offered to him.

-Of course, I’d rather have Haarlep remain fully in charge, but it was way more distracting than expected and – What do we have here?

-How about I let you discover that?

Chuckling, Nuria slipped from his embrace and got up in front of him so he could start his exploration. She knew exactly what it was that made him react, and bit her lip to contain her excitement – she was quite pleased with her latest investment and was eager to see his reaction.

Raphael let her leave his arms and readily accepted her invitation, composing himself to not just snap both of their clothes away and get between her thighs. All of this teasing would make it all the more worth his while, after all. He merely had to comply with some of her rules. Taking a long look at her, he tried to make a guess before verifying.

-You do go by the belief that jewels and perfume are well enough to adorn someone...

He reached out to the golden sash and slowly undid the knot, letting the robe loosen progressively to reveal more of her golden skin. Then more gold shone, delicate chains decorated with amethysts running around her breasts. He followed the chains running from the space between her breasts all the way down and around her waist and hips. His eyes lingered on her slightly rounded belly and all the way to her thighs, where more golden chains were visible. His attention was then drawn to her oh so delicious mound and its darker hair, before getting back up to meet her eyes, his mouth already watering.

-Well, aren’t you a lovely sight.

When he reached out again, it was to take her back into his arms, his hands fully pushing the robe away to have it join the sash on the thick carpet as Nuria let out a joyous squeal and followed his motion to straddle him, now fully naked save for the harness of gold and amethysts. Raphael resumed his hungry exploration, his tongue joining his lips to add licks to his kisses as he left her neck for her chest. His attention focused on the round breasts he enjoyed so much, enthusiastically sucking on a nipple while his hand would tease the other. He wanted to make them go from their pretty pink colour to that lovely reddened and puffy look they’d take when she was excited.

While one hand was busy with a breast, the other kept wandering over her curves and playing with the delicate harness, fingers sliding under the chain to follow its path while caressing her skin, teasingly tugging slightly on the ornament at times before resuming the touch.

Nuria let out a shaky moan when he sucked harder on her breast before leaving it for the other, her fingers playing with his curls and gently holding the back of his head. She wasn’t sure what she wanted more at that point, undoing his clothes or waiting for him to slip a hand between her legs – she could already feel a pleasant knot form in her lower belly.

The devil kept going a while longer, before breaking his ministration to take yet another look at her. There was an unmistakable flush on her cheeks, and he couldn’t resist going for her parted lips again, this time lowering her hips against him and tightening his grip when he felt her grind teasingly. He could feel himself get hard again, just like earlier during the day – except this time, he would be able to have his fill differently from the usual voyeuristic tendency he’d adopt in the House of Hope, when Haarlep was at work with a guest. And when he felt her start working on the buttons of his doublet, he snaked one hand between them to undo his trousers, teasing her with his knuckles at the same time.

Nuria was pleased. Raphael could have simply snapped his clothes away – and he would occasionally do that -, but decided to follow her rule on the matter this time again. In fact, he had been doing so for a while now, and the Genasi suspected he had acquired a taste for that sort of teasing. She ground against his knuckles and started going for his shirt, without bothering to remove the doublet. Everything would go away later anyway, now it was the feeling of his skin she wanted, its infernal warmth and the soft planes of lean muscles. She gasped again when she felt his member against her inner thigh, fully hardened by arousal.

Not willing to get into the meat of the matter too fast, she pressed her breasts against his now bare chest, feeling the radiating heat and the hair tickling her nipples, while she snaked her hands under the clothes to caress his broad shoulders and slowly slip the doublet and shirt away. Their noses and lips kept brushing against each other and she arched her back when his fingers dug into her rear.

The mutual teasing kept going a bit longer – Raphael could have been impatient, but she had such a specific way of making him feel desired and desirable that made him greatly enjoy the moment, that he allowed her to dictate the leisurely rhythm of their heated evening.

Their lips met for another languid kiss, tongues dancing and teasing. Raphael moaned in the kiss and demandingly pushed her hips against his, as he almost instinctively sought her heat. Nuria chose that moment to break their embrace, leaving her signature peck at the corner of his lips.

-Is there anything specific you’d like to do?

-Hm... Maybe, however something tells me you already have a plan.

-More than one, although I admit I do have one preference. Still, your pleasure is also mine.

-In that case... Make me last. Carte blanche for the method.

-Your generosity is appreciated, and will be fully rewarded.

-I have no doubt, dear. Now let’s switch to another place.

As he got up, the devil held her firmly and she found herself unable to restrain a youthful giggle – despite her very nature making her lighter than she was supposed to be, it was not often that she found herself carried in such a fashion. She found it incredibly charming, and eagerly locked her legs around his waist while he took her to the bedroom. She wouldn’t have minded another place – the bathroom and the kitchen were also among their choices, even the balcony when Raphael felt like indulging in his voyeuristic tendency -, however her program would require tools that were stored in her bedroom. Besides, with what she had planned, Raphael would be more comfortable on the bed too, there was no doubt about that.

Once in the bedroom, he let her back down and finished removing his clothes while she was taking what she needed from the small cupboard next to the bed. A pot of pink, purple and dark blue hyacinths on top of it left the room filled with a fresh, dewy floral scent. Taking in the sultry atmosphere of the room, Raphael made himself comfortable on the bed and picked at what Nuria was bringing with her when she joined him.

-Quite the plan indeed, but please pray tell, who will be on the receiving hand for that?

She had brought a basket, and the devil nodded at a partially visible item that looked suspiciously like a rope.

-Well, it’s been a while since one of us has been tied up, and I thought about giving you a little something to match my harness, fully tailored to cater to your request of course. I’ll need you to remain in that form however, if you don’t mind.

The way she played with the golden chains and amethysts while replying was way more titillating that it should have been, and Raphael failed to repress a smile.

-Go on, then. I’m all yours.

Raphael was a man of order and control. Yet, relinquishing it in such a manner felt exhilarating, and he trusted Nuria to not disappoint his expectations. If anything, she had a knack to meet them in her own way, which he found all the more enjoyable. So he gave her the reins and complied when she guided his position so he would be on his knees and turn his back to her. Then, she took the thin, long rope – he noticed it had been dyed in a deep, ruby red colour, and wondered if she had picked him specifically for him – and started a delicate work of knots around his chest and arms. He could feel her pressed to his back and realised how well practiced she was with that exercise in the way she peppered his neck and shoulder with kisses instead of looking at the knots she was tying. He felt the rope sliding around his shoulders and arms, then back around his chest while it was being tied in an elaborate pattern. Once it was below his elbows, she pulled on the rope to gather his forearms behind his back, and tied his wrists before guiding the rope around his waist.

When she pushed him forward, she guided him gently and used a thick pillow so he could comfortably rest his hips. Her hands went all over his body, closely followed by her lips as she got back to her work, spreading his thighs and guiding them towards his bust. He felt the rope slide above his knees and weave in some parts through the knots at his waist, locking his legs in place. Once she was done, she sat back on her calves and he heard her let out a low gasp.

-What a sight you are.

Nuria was dying to touch him, but decided to feast with her eyes first, letting them trail and linger over the graciously cooperative devil. She liked the way his broad shoulders looked a bit tighter, the red rope elegantly contrasting against his copper skin, how it snaked around his waist and arms and kept his beautiful hands nicely bound together, how the position fully emphasised his pleasantly full and muscular backside. He adjusted his position a bit and gave her a partial view of his pucker in the process.

-Is it ok for you? Do you need another pillow?

-I need you to touch me.

-Eager, are we? Just let me know if you start feeling uncomfortable.

Laughing at his impatience, Nuria closed the distance between them and started running her hands over his rear. She couldn’t deny that he matched a lot of her personal preferences – maybe too many -, and getting to know each other the way they did certainly contributed to her dangerous attraction. Yet there he was, letting her exercise full control over him. She could have met worse devils, really. And this one, oh was he fun to share the bed with. She started running her fingers along his thighs, teasing with her nails while she started kissing his lower back, slowly dragging her lips to his backside as her fingers slipped towards his inner thighs. The entire time, she carefully avoided the places she knew he’d want touched the most. It was funnier this way and he had, after all, asked her to make him last. She would oblige him in her own way, and he had forfeited his right to complain the moment he gave her full permission.

When Raphael started sighing, Nuria slipped a hand between his legs and tugged gently on his cock to keep it accessible. It was rock hard, and she gave the devil a quick look when he moaned from the feeling of her cool fingers on this utmost sensitive part. She released him and went back to her basket to fish one of her favourite items from it.

When Nuria started caressing and kissing him again, Raphael quickly started to bask in the pleasant contrast between his warm skin and her cool hands. One could have thought a habit would start settling in, however he never failed to greatly enjoy that incidental play on temperatures – and all the more when she was busy showing her appreciation for him. Every touch, every kiss not only caused pleasant shivers down his spine, but also made him feel like he was the only one who mattered to her.

When she tugged on his member, it took all of his focus to not immediately jerk in her hand. Yet, she promptly released him, and he felt her move behind him. Then something clamped around his cock and balls, a pleasurable tightness he recognised. She was indeed going to make him last. Chuckling in approval, he tried to turn his head more to look at her, failed and chose to throw his words on their own instead.

-Are you enjoying seeing me tightly bound that much?

-How could I not?

Before he could even reply, a wet sensation on his pucker made him swallow his words. He was familiar enough with it to recognise a finger covered in oil, and arched ever so slightly to get more of it.

It had barely started, and Nuria was already enjoying herself immensely. It was always so much better when she was dealing with someone comfortable with their desires, and there was no doubt that it was the case for Raphael. She kept circling his hole with her thumb, occasionally adding some drops of oil before resuming her teasing. The way he arched just from that was delightful and made her want to go a step further. Her thumb slid further down to press that soft spot men had between their hole and balls, while she started teasing the tight ring directly with her tongue instead.

Raphael reflexively arched again under the combined sensation of a cold finger pressing so deliciously on a soft spot, and a warm and wet tongue circling his hole in the most tempting manner. Each touch sent a shiver running down his spine and all the way to his loins, pooling in an increasingly heated desire. He could feel the slight pull of the rope weaved around him as he moved and revelled in the restrictive sensation, moaning under the effect of her ministrations combined with his complete inability to do anything but be on the receiving hand of her care. He could still give her orders, and knew she’d likely comply, yet he allowed relaxation to take precedence over his usually more imperious behaviour. Before he’d even realised it, his eyes were closed and moans and sighs kept flowing while his hips occasionally jerked.

Then he felt his pleasure crest, slowly, inexorably, and it was accompanied by a wave of emotions much more intense than anticipated – a mix of wanting to come, wanting to last, enjoying everything and being annoyed because he had expressly requested her to draw it out. It was too late to react however, and his hips jerked again, stronger this time, as he came with a shuddering moan. Nuria ended her attentive care to gently feather her fingers over his rear, waiting for him to be done. As he came back from his high, Raphael felt something was off. It took him a few seconds to realise that the tension was still present in his loins – of course it was. So used he had been to using Haarlep for a more immediate release, he had almost forgotten who was currently taking care of him.

-Is that how you’re going to play? Rendering me immobile was not enough for you?

-Well, you asked me to make you last, you didn’t elaborate on the method.

-You little vixen –

A new, wet sensation stopped him in his track. While she had been distracting him, Nuria had gotten her hand on a bottle of oil, and had just let some run over his now sensitive hole. Without giving him more time to recover, she started teasing him again and he quickly felt a finger slide in him. A muffled moan escaped him despite a bitten lip, when she started thrusting. Heat was yet again slowly pooling in his loins, and he could even feel a flush forming on his cheeks.

-Aren’t I a little vixen indeed... But you enjoy it, don’t you, Raphael?

Nuria made sure to purr his name, and enjoyed seeing him squirm in reaction to both her touch and her question. She didn’t really expect an answer though, whatever Raphael could reply would be met with a simple comment on the fact it was merely the beginning for him, and that the night would be long enough for his wish to be answered. Still, the knowledge that she could even get a devil such as him into that sort of debauchery was undeniably exciting and, she hoped, would play in her favour later on.

She added a second finger after some time and started thrusting again, at a purposefully slow and steady pace, inching towards his sweet spot without fully going for it. As she teased him, she let her eyes wander over his silhouette, fully taking in the view until her attention went back to his now neglected member. The ring that circled the base of the shaft and balls kept him from fully coming, and she could see his balls getting engorged from the pressure while some precum was tentatively leaking from his tip. Truly, this was the most entertaining part of her little exercise: seeing men get harder than they ever hoped to be, women wetter than what they thought possible, and yet unable to do anything about it – not unless she graciously relented. The sight alone aroused her in turn, as she entertained the thought of feeling his twitching and desperately leaking cock in her as she was getting ravaged, an idea arousing enough for her to feel desire surge and course through her to end in a delightful tingling sensation between her legs.

His pleasure kept growing, a pool fed wave after wave until he came again, his hips jerking and thighs quivering under the effect of the second orgasm. This time however, Nuria didn’t stop what she was doing and kept thrusting as he rode his new high, extracting a louder moan from him in the process. For a moment, the stimulation felt like too much, and yet it wasn’t enough. He was coming, yet without reaching that delightful point of complete release. Even now, he could feel arousal build up again as Nuria relentlessly added a third finger and kept working on him. The way her other hand rested on his backside and drew tender circles over it, before going back up towards his hips and then back on his thigh, made him all the more needy for her. His thoughts trailed towards the tight heat between her legs and he could almost feel her taste on his lips. As much as he wanted to watch her come undone under him now, he knew her well enough to expect it later on. Pleasure surged once more in his loins as he arched yet again under the effect of her rapturous touch.

She worked him through the third orgasm, gently caressing his lower back and praising him the whole time. Seeing him unravel in front of her so shamelessly, gasping and moaning the entire time, was a privilege Nuria took the time to savour. There was no doubt that few persons could boast such a position as far as he was concerned, after all. Once his thighs stopped trembling and the twitching of his cock ended, she carefully removed her fingers and turned to the basket once again to retrieve the last object it contained. Before using it, however, she decided to give Raphael a short break. With a hand still resting on his lower back, she made sure of firmly planting a small idea in the back of his mind, in a sweet almost-whisper.

-How are you feeling? Are you still fine with the rope?

-Intoxicated would be the closest word. The bindings are fine, I am more concerned with what you’re about to ask.

-Well, tell me then, have you ever wondered how it feels to be on the receiving end of your... Thrusts?

Her hand had slowly gone from his lower to his inner thigh while she was talking. When she asked her question, he felt a finger drag teasingly over his now oversensitive sex, and an intense shudder ran through him. What a vicious little thing she was. She knew about Haarlep, although Raphael hadn’t told her everything. Yet, she had still managed to hit a delicate point. Was it a wild guess or something she had carefully pondered? Raphael wasn’t sure he wanted to know, at least not now. What was certain was that he wasn’t just using Haarlep for his personal satisfaction, no. Haarlep also gave him a glint of what he dreamed to be, a taste of what it felt to be on top of everybody else. Archduke Raphael – no, Archduke Supreme Raphael.

Then, he caught the subtlety in her question. Haarlep was acting on his order, but rarely received back. Nuria, on the other hand, always found herself on the receiving hand one way or the other. He failed to contain a low chuckle, darkened by the desire the Genasi elicited with her suggestion.

-You will not be allowed to call me a pervert after that.

Nuria giggled excitedly at his reply – ever the indirect man, he had given her his agreement, in his own way.  Then, she fiddled quickly with the object, sliding leather straps under the golden chains around her waist and thighs, tightening them to secure everything. The idea of what she was about to do pushed her into a state of euphoric arousal, heat rippling between her legs and radiating through her body. Raphael wasn’t the only one who had to demonstrate patience, but she was almost there, just one last thing before she went ahead with her plan. Biting her lower lip, she detached the pleasantly curved appendage from the leather harness.

Raphael felt something harder and slightly larger than Nuria’s fingers press against his hole. It wasn’t the first time they had done that, so he merely took a breath and let her insert the sculpted member. It was not just a toy, but almost a work of art in itself, with the fine details of the head, skin and veins carefully recreated. Raphael suspected it was a special order – it was very much been like Nuria to request such a minutely crafted object. Once the pleasantly tapered head was in him, he moaned once more and moved his hips on reflex. She had teased his sweet spot so much, now he craved for it to be properly touched. A pleased groan escaped him when Nuria pushed the toy further without teasing him – had she done that, he would have lost it out of sheer want. But she knew when to push his buttons and when to step down, and he certainly intended to reward that diligence later on. For now, his focus was on the sensation of member in him – it was larger now and stretching him pleasantly, while he felt the head push further in. When her knuckles brushed his cheeks, another shudder of pleasure went through his body and shot straight to his loins in the realisation that the toy was almost fully in, now.

She started pulling back, slow and sweet, engaging in shallow thrusts that made his member twitch yet again against the pillow, staining it with drops of leaking come. Then, he felt the toy fully slide out and tentatively tried to turn his head. From the corner of his eye, he noticed her fiddling but couldn’t see more. He felt a new dip next to his calf and gathered that she had adjusted her position. Cool fingers pressed on his hips as he felt yet again the head push and smoothly enter. The angle felt different this time and when the rest of the member followed suit all the way to the hilt, he let out a shivering moan. Nuria placed both hands on his hips and started thrusting in a smooth yet firm roll of her hips, reaching deeper than he expected and, each time, pressing against his sweet spot as she rolled her hips. The whole situation was electrifying, she was truly imitating his own way of moving and if he had initially expected something not too dissimilar to what he would usually do with Haarlep – minus the doubled sensations, there was an undeniable and thrilling novelty still. He did treat Nuria slightly differently, after all, and now she was offering him a complete demonstration of how it felt – how he felt. Despite not having all the sensations he’d usually have with his incubus, he relished in the situation itself and the thought that he would feel this good when he was taking her.

Nuria could have contented herself with her reactions everytime he was in her; however she’d decided that a practical demonstration would be more memorable. And pleasurable, of course. Raphael never really hid his hungers from her, at least as far as sex was concerned, and she was more than thrilled to share them. After all, ever since she had left the Festhall of Eternal Delight, she may have put some of her more specialised knowledge to good use, but few people had the courage to even open up about whatever it was that got them truly going, a cowardly dullness that felt incredibly boring at times to the Genasi. Right now, however, she could fully express herself without any complaint. If anything, Raphael’s reactions clearly indicated a now heightened state of pleasure, which she had been carefully building up specifically for the result she was now observing.

Whatever attempt at maintaining minimal decorum had been thrown out of the window now, and Raphael let waves after waves of pleasure radiate through him, unrestrained moans leaving his lips in full abandon while he could feel his whole body quiver. If the previous, repeated orgasms had felt increasingly good, this time it felt like he was going what seemed like a never ending climax. It kept building and rushing and building again, cresting waves crashing in his loins. It was definitely different from his usual experience with Haarlep. Used to intense but quick peaks with the incubus, he had rarely been subjected to such a state of prolonged orgasm – he had been aware of it from consulting the Quarta Sune, but had never really gone through with it. And now, right now, between loud moans he found himself spilling some good words to Sune and Sharess for what he was experiencing. Nuria’s youthful laughter felt like music to his ears when she caught him praising the goddesses, and it was enough to send his body into a full tremor. Nuria ceased her back and forth and he felt her angle the head so it would firmly press on his sweet spot as she waited for him to go through what was probably one of the most intense and prolonged orgasms he’d ever felt.

Finally, the crashing waves receded and he felt his hips go limp, his body still trembling, but not as maddeningly as before. The pressure in his backside left when Nuria carefully removed herself, and he let out a sigh when he felt the crown of the head give a pleasurable tug on his now overly sensitive hole, as it slid out. He was still trying to find his breath when he felt the ropes binding him loosen up – Nuria was carefully undoing her elaborate weaving, massaging his arms, waist, back and shoulders as she went. Ever the considerate lover, she took the time to inquire about him while he was coming back from his intense high.

-Are you alright? Do you need more time to recover?

-What do you mean, more time to recov- Oh.

A finger brushed softly against his still hard member, neglected the entire time. Raphael rolled his shoulders and wrists before tentatively moving his arms, changing his position slightly to finally have a good look at the Genasi. She lazily threw the rope back in the basket, along with the leather harness she had worn. She studied him before talking again, of that sweet almost-whispering voice of hers, a voice made to convince even the most suspicious of her utterly innocent intentions.

-Let me set that aside for cleaning, and move a bit. Leaving you in such a state would make me a terrible host.

She moved the basket to the side and out of the way, and quickly left the room with the toy. While waiting for her return, Raphael carefully kept rolling and stretching his muscles, making sure no unpleasant soreness had settled in. Clearly, she knew what she was doing – he felt some stiffness from the prolonged position, but no discomfort. The ropes barely left marks on his skin as well. He pushed on an elbow to roll on his back, wincing slightly when his engorged and still neglected manhood brushed against the pillow meant for his hips. Nuria came back at that moment, and sat next to him on the bed, discarding the pillow in the process.

-Now now, I won’t leave you in that state...

She reached out and delicately removed the ring holding his shaft and balls – the release from its pressure got him to release a shuddering sigh. Cool fingers went back to caressing his inner thighs, an introduction to what was about to happen next – whatever Nuria had in mind was fine with him, at that point, he trusted her expertise and common sense enough to expect an appropriate handling of the situation at hand.

-You know, seeing you come undone again and again was quite the sight. And being patient certainly was worthy of everything, too.

She opted for some transparency – a rarity, even between them, obsessed as they were with mind games and personal agendas. But now, she really wanted to make him aware of how arousing the whole experience had been for her as well. Again, she straddled his hips and carefully took his erection in one hand. While she had been penetrating him, she had felt drops of her own arousal run down her thighs, and she had been craving him the whole time. Finally, oh finally, she would be able to be filled in turn. She could feel her heart beat faster from the sheer expectation, and in one smooth roll, she went down his length, throwing her head back and letting out a trembling moan out of the sheer satisfaction she felt as she went down all the way to the hilt. It probably wouldn’t take Raphael too long to come now, but she knew she wouldn’t need much effort either.

When he felt her get down on him, felt the slick, hot tightness, Raphael bit his lips to muffled a moan, taken by both the sensation and the realisation that she had, indeed, been waiting for that moment as much as him. Instead of the usual thrusts he would usually accompany – if not control directly -, she opted for a softer back and forth. The heat that had receded awoke again in his loins, and he savoured it as much as he did the pleasurable feeling of filling her. Resisting the urge to close his eyes and fully take the moment, he set his attention on her, now that she was finally facing him, and what a pretty sight she was with her bitten lip and flushed cheeks, a hand playing with her bud as she was riding him. Soon enough, her breath intensified - a now familiar sign of her own impeding climax.

Raphael simply felt too good, and his current state preventing him from his usual intervention, on top of what he had given her moments earlier, was way more arousing than she had expected. They had both reached this precious moment of ecstasy where they simply lived the moment for it sheer, shared enjoyment. A hand reflexively snaked down and she started touching herself, feeling pleasure radiate from her core all over her body. Emboldened by the entire situation, she dared utter a single-worded order, not caring about whatever potential consequence could befall her for that act.

-Come.

A single word, worthy of an entire hymn, was enough to push them both over the edge. Raphael took a firm hold of her hips while both of them finally let the much awaited release wash over them, her core quickening and dripping all over his own twitching length. Once their trembling muscles became steadier and they came back from their high, Nuria leaned down against him and nuzzled his neck, while enjoying his now blissfully spent member in her. They stayed like that for a moment before she moved away from him, the sensation of his softening yet still sensitive shaft eliciting a low hiss as she lifted her hips. She sat next to him and he lazily rolled on his side and propped himself up on one arm, wanting to look at her shapely silhouette still adorned with elegant chains of gold and amethysts a bit more.

-Will you stay here a bit longer? I can run a bath for you, while I get everything sorted out.

She gestured vaguely around the room, and it made Raphael snort. Yet another side of her that had grown on him, so used that he was of using Haarlep and then seeing them leave once he was done: she always offered further comfort. He wasn’t sure where the traditional Calimshan hospitality ended and the genuine preference for aftercare began, but just as he had taken the habit of leaving her notes, he had also started making sure to keep his own time clear in anticipation.

-You’ll be pleased to know I have no further engagement until tomorrow.

-A well-deserved bath it is, then!

 As soon as he heard water running, Raphael got up and rolled his shoulders and neck further before joining the Genasi in her bathroom. A delicate, slightly powdery floral scent characteristic of jasmine and lavender reached him before he even took a step in the room, which was slowly getting filled with steam from the hot water. The deep tub, that looked seamlessly integrate into the room and had two steps at the front for a comfortable access, was taking a subtle periwinkle tone as hot water and scented oils were being mixed. Without even waiting for it to be filled, Raphael climbed the steps and let out a contented sigh as he sank in the raising water. On the other side of the room, Nuria was at the vanity, and he could see a soft light reflecting in the tall mirror as she used magic to clean the toy. Then, she proceeded to undo her thick braid and run her fingers in her hair to quickly detangle it, before putting it up and hold it with a scarf. She gave him a smile as she passed by and left the room, likely to clean up the bed and gather that had been strewed between the living room and the bedroom. That habit of keeping everything tidy was also appreciated.

When she came back, she headed towards the semi-open alcove next to the bathtub, and Raphael closed his eyes, letting the sound of running water and the scent of lavender and jasmine lull him into a soothing relaxation. When he opened his eyes again, Nuria was sitting next to him, right on the edge of the tub, which was now filled. She wasn’t wearing the golden chains anymore, and for a moment he felt disgruntled at the idea that he hadn’t removed them himself. He cut her as she was about to say something.

-Join me.

Nuria obliged him, and the night went on peacefully as she kept tending to Raphael and washed him, before they lounged a bit more in the warm water. Once back in the refreshed bed, he leaned in to be cradled in her arms, and both of them drifted to sleep.

***

Nuria’s eyes shot open, the sensation of feeling observed putting her on guard and ready to strike.

-Easy, my dear.

The violet shine in her eyes and coming from charged sparks around her slowly dissipated when she heard a familiar voice with a smooth depth. Raphael was still next to her, some of the early morning sun illuminating amber eyes and copper skin as he was propped on an elbow and looking at her with an amused smile. She surmised that feeling observed by him was what had startled her, and relaxed.

-For how long have you been observing me?

-Long enough to request a breakfast before going on my merry way.

-Ready to empty my kitch- Oh, you sir, are debauched!

-Not that you were complaining about it last night, now, were you?

Raphael had rolled over her and cut her feigned scandalised quip short to steal her lips, before following the line of her jaw and reaching for her neck. She reflexively spread her legs to make room for him, and felt a hand caress her breast before snaking all the way down and between her legs while he supported himself with the other arm, partially kneeling to keep his hips up and get better access to her mound. She let him claim her, arching under his touch and reaching down herself to take him in her hand. They kept teasing each other for a moment, then he left her neck and a trail of delightful kisses along the way before he hungrily mouthed at her bud, tongue licking, mouth sucking and fingers breaching lustfully until her juices gushed over his mouth. Both of them moaned when he penetrated her, gilded nails digging his back as he rolled his hips into hers in a most toe-curling manner.

They basked in each other’s company a bit more afterwards, cold and warm melting into one another before Raphael readied himself and left to attend to a client. Still feeling sluggish, Nuria rolled over and buried her nose in the pillow he had used, now smelling like his signature cherry and peppery musk. As reprehensible as it was, she did enjoy their private arrangement.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 raphael #bg3 OC #bg3 OC nuria #nuria yr ashemmi el kacem #hellfire storm #smut #I really went ham with that one lol #my filthiest work so far #literally took me a week #finally i'll be able to fully yell about it on Discord lol #restraining myself was so hard but I didn't want to spoil people on the entire content

[bewilderedbuck]

"Turns out we're a pretty good team, for two people who hate each other."

happy happy birthday to my dearest kay @thefabulousfab-3 !! 💗

#benvi #devi vishwakumar #ben gross #nhie #never have i ever #benvi moodboard #benvi edit #myedit #kay tag #2023 is the year i start making stuff for mutuals birthdays bc i love u all so much #anyways. kay was my first ever mutual on this blog when i rejoined tumblr in 2021 for never have i ever #n i am just So Glad we became friends n that i have her (and grace!) to yell about benvi and nhie with <3 our lil discord makes me so happy #(even if i ghost for weeks like ive been doing bc i have not been having many benvi thoughts lately but like #even when i do ghost n randomly pop back in its always with open arms u know) #fr tho i just. Love Kay So Much !!!!!!!! #mutuals #also. using this as a very subtle way to push the Ben Gross Is An Artist narrative even tho its literally already canon #he loves science n he loves drawing <3 we love a man who can do both

[mamawasatesttube]

got jumpscared by bet on it from high school musical 2 on the radio today and was immediately treated to a full color high definition mental amv featuring kon. why is that such a kon song

How will I know if there's a path worth takin'? Should I question every move I make? With all I've lost, my heart is breakin' I don't wanna make the same mistakes

(Did you ever) Doubt your dream will ever come true? (Did you ever) Blame the world, but never blame you? (I will never) Try to live a lie again I don't wanna win this game if I can't play it my way!

#kon #answers #its literally such a kon song. its on my kon playlist #i was yelling at a couple friends on discord about it the other day too dfhaksjdhfjkdhs #hsm2 you will always be famous. ESPECIALLY in kon circles. #but also ON THE RADIO???? IN 2023??? IM HOLLERING THATS WILD

[kideternity]

Digimon Savers…… I'll never forget you Digimon Savers…

#dinu yells into the void #dinu yells in the void #dinu watches digimon #digimon #literally just finished the show tonight. #WHAT A SHOW…… #digimon savers (or data squad) is deeply deeply imperfect i bitched and moaned about it to ppl on discord but i loved it. i loved it a lot. #i loved the characters and the way it goes about the world building i think the lore is really fascinating #i wish it had been longer. i wish it got appreciated by people more. #usually its a real mixed bag on if ill like cry at the ending of something #usually i dont cry anymore #but savers finale did make me cry #tamers is next on the list but I’ll probably take a break before i do ot #it* #thinking of playing either digimon survive or digimon world next order #bc i just bought next order yesterday #im just ough. i love you digimon. ill never forget you digimon.

[todayisafridaynight]

is this a safe space to talk about the new sonic x shadow generations shit coming out in autumn cause.

#not rgg #snap chats #IT IS NOW SHADOW IN THE PFP AND ALSO YALL INBOX ME ABOUT HIM I CAN DO WHAT I WANT. SONIC'S SEGA IT'S FINE #thought i could only be satisfied yelling about it on my priv twit and in the discord but uhhh <3 no <3 #THATS MY BABY OOHHH HE LOOKS SO GOOD #AND GENERATIONS WAS ACTUALLY GOOD SO I KNOW THIS GON PLAY LIKE A BEAUT AND IT LOOKS SO NICE AND FUN AND #AND BLACK DOOM STILL UGLY BUT THE FUCKASS BIOLIZARD OHHHH HES STILL SO GOOFY LOOKING #im literally disappearing once this coems out. jk im forcing all of you to watch me stream it #anyways rip to eveyrone who tries to look up sonic x shadow now. wheher you tryna find the game or yaoi 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

[miodiodavinci]

ouhghgh , , , reached the point where my throat is in so much pain i can't sleep, even with cough drops , , , , i keep waking up every hour coughing so hard i start to throw up by the end , , , , it looks like my fever might finally be going down (original peak of 100.9, now down to 98.8) but god , , , , the agony , , , , , ,

#i gotta sleep too because i have a mandatory orientation at 9am tomorrow #(online conference thank god) #i'm just. frustrated and feeling helpless. #laid into my brother a bit over discord when he gave me a non-apology when i told him to keep this whole mess in mind #next time he plans on leaving his mask at home #i want to feel better soon ; ; ; ; #i have work i need to do and notes i need to take and i miss my partner a lot ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; #i'm constantly thinking about how much of my room is just coated in covid particles at this point #and how hard it'll be to disinfect all of it when it comes time to end quarantine ; ; ; #i'm trying to cover my coughs but when i'm literally choking to the point that i'm practically retching into my trash can it's. hard;;; #ughghg ; ; ; #i'm frustrated i'm frustrated i'm frustrated ; ; ; #i want to go back in time and yell at my brother a hundred different times for all the stupid selfish ways he's been so careless #“ough this has just never happened before even during all the other times i've gone without a mask :(((” #“it seems my bad luck and poor immune system just got the better of me :(((” #just say you've gotten bold and careless and that this was just one huge risk in a long string of risks you've been taking since day one #you figured you were immune to consequences and now i'm paying the toll #couldn't even get him to promise to take a mask with him everywhere from now on until i laid into him for several minutes . . . #. . .

[vamptastic]

down horrifically

#there is this girl ive had a crush on since middle school #shes trans im trans she makes ME look extroverted she has a dumb discord almost boyfriend its complicated. #anyway we were texting abt jojo and she mentioned she hadnt seen s3 and i go oh we should watch it together!! #you know. normal style. bc we havent seen each other in person since september (shes dual enrolling all her classes this year). #not even flirting! and she just keeps describing the plot of jojo s2 to me. literally offing myself #this is like the first time shes ever texted me words and not a meme to start a convo too #and then the next day she sends me another kanye meme like what am i supposed to think here #i'm throwing my phone into a lake. #entire time this is happening im yelling at my sister about it oblivious to the gay waiter who was apparently VERY obviously hitting on me #i thought he was just weirdly cheerful. apparently i am not good at this stuff. #never going to find love dude i have zero game #unreal.

[dumplingsjinson]

List of “you just had to go and ruin something good, didn’t you?” prompts

“…Maybe you should have kept that to yourself.”

“I really wish I didn’t find out about what you did.”

“You should have trusted me.” “How dare you— You can’t be serious right now. You made it so fucking difficult for me to trust you.” 

“Things could have stayed the same if you didn’t go and run your mouth.”

“There are days when I wish you didn’t tell me how you felt.” 

“You’ve done nothing but fuck things up, so thanks a lot for that.” 

“So… What was I supposed to do? Hide how I felt and just carried on like my feelings meant nothing? Like my emotions hold no weight at all?” 

“This could have been avoided if you didn’t—” “If I didn’t what? If I didn’t tell you how I felt about you?” 

“Why are you letting my feelings get in the way of our friendship? I’m not asking you to like me back! I’m not asking for any of that so why… Why? I just don’t understand what I’ve done that was so fucking wrong that I’m being literally condemned for it by you.” 

“So you’re saying I wouldn’t have lost you all if I had just sat there and bit my tongue.” 

“I’m sorry for telling the truth. I’m sorry I didn’t want to lie.” 

“If telling a lie was the only way I could keep us together than I think I’d prefer things this way. I don’t want us to be built on lies. It’s happened before, and it fell apart right in front of me and… I don’t want to risk going through that pain again. Especially knowing I could have done something to save it from crumbling like that, but I was not brave enough to make that step.”

“Curiousity more than just screwed us over, didn’t it?”

“We wouldn’t be here if you were capable of telling even an ounce of truth.”

“It’s the fact that we lost something so dear to us because of one small detail that really didn’t need to be aired out like that.” 

Join my Discord server: Steaming Dumplings Nation (so you can also join in on yelling at me to go to sleep at an appropriate time)

#angst prompts #prompts #writing prompts #otp prompts #dialogue prompts

[lemonlover1110]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬

Satoru Gojo

[Chapter 19] Late Night Shenanigans

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Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!Reader

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“Satoru…” You look at him, and he looks back at you with the same confusion. Sayo takes the seat that’s next to Ren’s, leaving Satoru to take a seat next to you on the plane. He could sit literally anywhere else, but he won’t. There’s a lot to talk about anyway.

“Who are you?” Ren asks, his blue eyes wide as he looks at the pretty woman that sits next to him. Sayo smiles at him, unsure of how to introduce herself. She puts out her hand for Ren to shake.

“I’m Sayo. What’s your name, buddy?” She introduces herself, and you’re extremely confused with everything. Her reaction, or rather, lack thereof. Satoru never told you that she knew, but based on his reaction, he didn’t know that she knew either.

“I’m Ren.” He responds with a big smile on his face. He still doesn’t have an idea who Sayo is and why she’s here, but you two seem fine with it, so he’s fine with it. Perhaps she’s like Shoko, a friend of his mom’s.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Ren. I’m your dad’s friend.” Sayo answers, making you even more disoriented. Perhaps she doesn’t want Ren to ask too many questions about who she is, making Satoru’s job easier. Sayo’s eyes then fall on you, “Your son is so cute. He looks just like Satoru.”

“Uhm… Thank you.” You respond. How are you supposed to answer that? That’s Satoru’s wife, a woman who just found out that her husband has a son. Well apparently she didn’t just find out but anyway. There’s a lot of questions that you have to ask, but not in front of Ren.

“You know this is a business trip, right? You can’t–” Satoru begins, making Sayo roll her eyes. She knows this isn’t a business trip, she isn’t a dumbass.

“I’ll stay away, just want to enjoy the beach and relax. Away from everyone.” She says. She gets comfortable in her seat since it’s going to be a long flight.

Ren’s first flight goes smoothly, so much so that he swears he wants to grow up and be a pilot. You wonder how long it’ll last though since last week he wanted to be a firefighter. You managed to nap on the plane so you’re thankfully not too tired when you get to your destination– Plus you avoid the awkward situation that you were put in thanks to Sayo joining your trip.

“Woah!” Ren looks around amazed at the beach house when he steps inside. He’s been inside his grandma’s home many times but for some reason, the much smaller beach house impresses him more. Of course, it’s still pretty big, but nothing compared to Satoru’s childhood home. Satoru chuckles, holding Ren’s hand as Ren begins to look around the place. 

“The bedroom is over there, if you want to unpack and whatnot.” Sayo points to the door. “It’s the master bedroom though. I’m not sure of the arrangement you have with Satoru, but I’m sure he wants you to have the master bedroom.”

“Thank you.” Your voice is weak when you speak, embarrassed and awkward because of this situation. She begins to walk to the stairs but you call out her name before she can get too far, making her stop in her tracks. “Did he tell you?”

“He didn’t. But I have my ways of knowing.” She answers, and you begin to chew on the inside of your cheek since another question lingers in your mind. 

“Aren’t you upset?” You ask her, and a laugh escapes her lips. 

“I don’t care for Satoru as much as you think, honey. I’m surprised he hasn’t talked to you about our arrangement.” She says, which leaves you dumbfounded. You’re speechless, and after standing awkwardly for a minute or so, she decides to go upstairs. 

“Arrangement? What arrangement?” You whisper, walking over to the bedroom that’s on the first floor to unpack. You come to a stop when Ren calls out to you.

“Mommy! Did you see the view!” He yells, and you chuckle as he runs up to you. He’s dragging his father along with him. Ren grabs your hand, and leads the two of you to the big windows that give you a view of the beautiful beach. “Can we go now?”

“The sun is beginning to set, Ren. We can go really early tomorrow.” You say, watching as the sky turns a pinkish color. Ren doesn’t just want to walk along the shoreline, he wants to swim in the water and play in the sand, and it’s too late for that now. It doesn’t help that you’re tired. You know that tonight he’ll be so excited that he won’t be able to sleep, but that’ll make your job all that easier because at the end of the day, he’ll be falling asleep in your arms.

You watch as Satoru pouts as well, but he isn’t going to argue with your decision. Ren looks up at his dad, hopeful that Satoru will do something. But Satoru just ruffles Ren’s hair. Satoru then proceeds to ask, “What do you want for dinner, bud? We can eat whatever you want.”

“Is Sayo going to join us?” You ask, and Satoru shakes his head. His next words just confirm to you that their dynamic is… Weird enough for a husband and wife. Perhaps it should’ve come to your mind when you saw the man making sex eyes to his old secretary, and after he kissed you.

“I don’t want her to.”

Ren was given his own room to sleep in, yet, he chooses to sleep in your bed. You never knew that someone so small could take up so much space, but Ren always has you on the edge of the bed, about to fall off. It’s something that makes Satoru cracks up when he walks into the bedroom to find you nearly on the floor because Ren takes up so much space. He wonders how you’ve managed to fall asleep. Satoru picks up Ren from the bed, carrying him out.

“Daddy?” Ren slowly opens his eyes, feeling how he’s being carried out of bed. Ren wonders what’s happening since he sees it’s still dark out. He feels Satoru kiss his temple, as they walk outside.

“We’re going to the beach, baby.” Satoru answers. It’s very late so they won’t be able to do much, but Satoru wants to let Ren at least play in the sand a bit. He’s been thinking about Ren’s pouty face, disappointed that he had to wait the whole entire day. He doesn’t know why he’s been just thinking about how disappointed Ren was, and it was keeping him awake. “Just for a bit, okay? We’re spending the whole entire day tomorrow here, so I don’t want you to get tired of the beach.”

“I won’t get tired.” Ren reassures his father, making Satoru chuckle. They’re still not staying for too long, he doesn’t want you to wake up and find out that Satoru has taken Ren out. Satoru realizes he forgot to grab a pair of shoes for Ren before walking out but he’s not too worried. It’s just sand, the only worry about it is that it gets everywhere. Satoru crouches down, rolling up Ren’s long pajama pants before the little boy runs to the shore. 

“How’s the water? Is it cold?” Satoru asks as he takes off his own shoes to join his son. 

“It’s warm.” Ren answers, and Satoru quickly verifies it as his feet touch the water. He grabs Ren’s hand before he goes in too deep into the water. Ren ends up taking a seat on the water, and Satoru bites down his lip, running a hand through his hair. He did not expect the child to take a seat in the water and ruin his pajamas. There’s absolutely no way that they won’t get caught now.

Ren begins to splash the water, and Satoru isn’t as stressed. It’s worth it to see Ren happy like this. Plus, he can do just about anything with Ren, after all, Satoru is his father. Satoru smiles, sitting down on the water as well, joining his son. His pajama pants gets completely soaked but he doesn’t mind. Satoru smiles, seeing how much fun Ren is having, “Are you having fun, Ren?”

“Yeah!” He exclaims. And for some reason, as Satoru stares at Ren, it dawns on him that this is something he has longed for– Sure, he’s thought about it, but reality really sets in. This is what he has really wanted for so long, and he finally has it. From you nonetheless. 

A sudden happiness consumes him. He has been happy, he was the happiest he could be when he found out about his son but it just hits him how lucky he is. His little baby boy from the woman he’s loved the most. Satoru picks up Ren from the water, kissing his son’s cheeks then proceeding to kiss all over his face, holding him high as Satoru lays down, completely getting wet.

“Daddy!” Ren squeals, followed by a giggle. It’s the best sound in the world. He’s missed so many years of this but he tries not to think about it, he has time to make it up. Ren is not even five yet, he has a whole life ahead of him. A whole life where Satoru gets to love him.

Satoru puts him down on his chest, hugging him tightly. Satoru appreciates the moment, lifting his head a bit to look at his son’s white hair, and laying back down to look at the stars in the sky. He has the biggest grin on his face. When was the last time he was this happy?

“I love you, Ren.” Satoru says.

“I love you too.” Ren answers. Satoru relaxes with the sound of the waves as they hit the shore, his eyes slowly getting heavier and heavier. He guesses he should let Ren go because he isn’t doing anything while in Satoru’s arms, but Satoru notices that Ren has fallen asleep. 

A sheepish smile comes to his lips, kissing the top of Ren’s head before muttering, “My baby boy.”

Satoru stands up, and just as he turns to walk back to the house, he hears your voice. You’re still in your pajamas, a hand on your hip, shaking your head in disappointment. Satoru feels his face get hot as he walks over to you.

“Sorry, I–” He begins, but you cut him off. 

“There’s no need to apologize, Satoru. He’s your son too, you’ve allowed to do stuff with him.” You say, taking a seat on the sand. Satoru doesn’t know exactly what you’re doing, but he follows your lead. “I would’ve appreciated if you would’ve told me. I woke up a little scared when Ren wasn’t next to me.”

“I’m sorry.” Satoru chuckles. You look over at Ren, who sleeps soundly in his fathers arms. You see he’s wet, and you know he had the time of life. Satoru bites down on his lip before asking, “So… What are we doing now?”

“The sun is going to rise soon. It’s late– Or really early. Depends on how you look at it.” You answer. Satoru didn’t really look at the time when he got Ren, and he certainly lost track of time with Ren. “You can go back inside.”

“No, it’s fine. I want to watch the sunrise with you.” Satoru responds. You both sit in silence, watching the horizon for the first bit of sunlight to appear, but time seems to slow down. Both of your hearts beat fast, as if they were going to beat out of your chest.

“So… Sayo told me that you have an arrangement. Do you want to talk about it?” You speak up, the question bugging your mind. You’re not sure when you’ll have a moment where you’re semi-alone again.

“Not right now, really.” Satoru says, not wanting to ruin the moment now. He misses when the first bit of light graces the sky, his eyes focused on you. He knows he shouldn’t… But he leans in to press a kiss on your cheek, which catches you off guard since your eyes are elsewhere.

“What was that for?” You ask. You’re a little too happy about it, but you shouldn’t let it happen

“For our son.” 

“You have a wife, and even if you didn’t, our relationship has been long gone, Satoru.” You remind him.

“Just a thank you kiss, nothing else.”

#[changes] #gojo saturo #satoru gojo #gojou satoru x you #jjk satoru #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jjk gojo #gojo angst #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu gojo #gojo x reader #gojo fanfic

[babbymochiiii]

🔞 Discord: PARK JISUNG

SYNOPSIS: you and jisung have discord date night, where things take a turn.

WARNINGS: established relationship idol! jisung x afab reader, pleasuring yourself while on a discord call with jisung, jisung being a dom bc yes, jisung commanding you on how to pleasure yourself, fingering, handjob, slight cum play? Idk if it would be call that but it’s something like that, squirting?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: divider credit @cafekitsune 🧡 I’m so down bad for Jisung that is fucking shows and I’m not complaining—! Also, a big thank you to my babes @rockstarhaechan for encouraging this fic 😖💜 bc it would've been sitting in the back of my head for the longest.

“He’s camping! He’s camping!” You heard your boyfriend yell down his mic as you both were in the middle of a fight in the video game you were both playing.

“HE GOT ME!? HELLO?” You yelled down your mic this time as you stared at your monitor in disbelief seeing your characters death screen.

“This is bs.” You mumbled as you leaned back against your chair as you waited for Jisung to finish out the battle.

After the game was over, you and Jisung sat in the lobby of the game, talking softly amongst yourselves.

“How did you die?” Jisung snickered as he looked at his Discord monitor and watched you roll your eyes with a smile at his question.

“Babe, literally was going where you told me, and the motherfucker came out of nowhere like—“

To be fair, Jisung has been pent up with a lot, and I mean a lot, of sexual energy that he couldn’t even help himself but zone out to what you were saying and watch the way you animatedly recounted what happened to you in the game.

He looked at the way your lips formed their syllables. He thought about how they could be wrapped around his cock in this very second. Thought about the time you cock warmed him while he was playing a few rounds of games on his pc. Remembering the way you failed to stay still as he tried to concentrate on the intense game in front of him. All it took was one small whimper to fall out of your lips for him to fully lose focus on the game, and shifting it towards you.

"Ji please fuck me."

You said it with the most saddest pout and puppy eyes, how could he not give what you wanted.

Without realizing, Jisung started to stroke himself through his shorts, causing a shuddered breath to leave his lips and land straight into your ears causing you to stop talking and look towards your monitor.

You watched the way Jisung's face flushed it's pretty pink, along with the tips of his ears. You kept your eyes trained on his chest, seeing how it rapidly rises and falls down, as if he ran a marathon.

As if...

"Ji, what are you doing?" You asked suspiciously, even though you had a feeling you knew what your beloved boyfriend is doing right now.

He ignored you. Jisung's eyes were close at this point, completely lost in the ecstasy his touch is bringing him through his shorts.

You bit your lips as you watched Jisung become completely loss in his own pleasure. You couldn't help but join him, because the sight of your boyfriend pleasuring himself turns you on completely.

You propped your feet up on your chair, and moved your flimsy shorts along with your underwear to the side. You greedily sought out your swollen clit, and the moment you placed your fingers on it, a moan slips past your lips.

This causes Jisung to flutter his eyelids open. The man looks towards his second monitor on his desk and sees the display you have for him on your camera.

“Fuck.” Jisung mumbled out as he saw the way you played with your clit. His hungry gaze follows the way your greedy fingers slide down your slicked folds. The action causes the two of you to moan out loud seeing the way the camera captures it.

"What are you doing princess?" Jisung asked sweetly, but still holding that bedroom undertone. "Couldn't help yourself could you?" He muses as he leans forward in his chair.

A whimper leaves your throat as you look towards Jisung's camera. "I couldn't...you were touching yourself and you looked so good " You said softly with a pout, into your headset mic as you leaned your head back in your chair.

A hum of acknowledgement made it's way out of Jisung's throat as a smile that held all sorts of promises. "Princess?" He calls out to you, all too softly.

The tone of his voice causes chills to run down your spine, as you knew that tone very well. Jisung uses that tone on you when he is about to command you to do something.

"Yes?" You spoke timidly.

"Stop what you're doing." Jisung commanded with the same soft smile and tone with you.

You slowly removed yours hands from your heated core, and awaited for what Jisung will say next.

"Such a good girl." Jisung cooed to you.

You felt your heart pick up an even faster speed than it was before, and you were honestly scared at how turned on you are over what you and Jisung are doing, considering you have never done this before.

“Ji, please—“

“Shh, baby take it easy, yeah?” Jisung said as he gave you a smile as he got up from his seat.

What came in view was the raging hard on in his shorts. Instantly the sight of the tent made your mouth water as you knew he was going to bring his pants down. I mean he has to right? In order to—

All thought process stopped the moment Jisung hooked this thumbs into his waist band and pulled down his shorts and underwear in one go.

A whimper leaves your throat at the sight of his hard length hanging in the air, pre cum glistening off of his pretty pink head. You bit your lip, trying to hold back another moan from slipping your lips.

“Enjoying the view?” Jisung teased as he settled back into his chair.

You slowly nodded your head before adding; “very much.”

Another hum of acknowledgment left his throat as he assessed you through the screen.

“Strip.”

There was your command. Quickly, you gently got up from your seat and discarded the clothes you were wearing. Once fully naked, you sat back onto your chair and awaited for what Jisung wanted you to do next.

"You're so beautiful princess." Jisung praised as he licked his lips at the sight of your naked form.

A shiver runs down your spine at his praise and the way he looks at you. "Prop your legs as you had them before." Jisung said as he leaned himself back on his chair, and spread his legs open. Creating a better view for you.

Doing as told, you managed to have your legs hanging off of your chair’s arm rest, displaying your sopping wet folds.

Jisung raised an amused eyebrow at the sight before him. “Are you that turned on right now?” He teased. He couldn’t help but tease, it just made the whole situation that much hotter.

“Ji…” your whimpered as you clenched your hands on top of your chest.

“Use your big girl words.”

“Yes! Yes, I’m that turned on right now.” You said as you felt your face heat up.

“Good.” Jisung said with a smirk. “Touch yourself for me.”

Without a second thought, your hand went down and immediately made contact with your swollen clit. You started to leave harsh and fast circles. Whimpering moans leave your throat at the delicious stimulation.

“Slow down princess. There’s no need to rush.” Jisung said as he started to slowly tug at his hot length.

You whimpered in protest, but still did what he asked as you knew it would benefit you in the end. You looked intently at Jisung’s screen and watched at how he slowly pumped himself into his fist. Wanting to be good for him, you matched up with his pace.

Whimpered and throaty moans leave both your mouths as you both continued with the slow pace that Jisung made.

You were close to wanting to just disobey what Jisung ordered. You wanted more stimulation for yourself and for Jisung, but you knew the consequences he would put out for you if you did do such a thing.

“Princess?” Jisung calls out, his voice groveled due to the pleasure.

“Y-yes?” You stuttered out.

“Why don’t you add a finger, hm?”

As if the gods themselves spoke, you let out a moan at his words and you slowly inserted a finger inside of your awaiting entrance. As you went past your first knuckle, a sigh of content is heard from you. You pushed the rest of your finger inside of you, and moaned at the feeling of at least having something inside of you.

Jisung swears he has hearts for eyes at this point. He always loved seeing you so submissive and obedient for him, but this. This takes the cake for him. Subconsciously, Jisung tightened his grip slightly and started to pump at a much faster rate than he was before. “Fuck, babe—“ he moans out as he bits his lips trying to hold in the moans that want to leave his mouth, “—you look so pretty like that.” Jisung groaned out.

A pretty moan left your lips at his words and the way he started to pump himself at such a fast pace. You started to follow his lead, pumping and rubbing your clit at a fast pace as him, creating such a delicious feeling.

“Ji…feels so— mmgh, so good.” You moaned out as you felt your eyes close in pleasure.

“Princess, shit— add another finger for me.” Jisung said as he twisted his fist around his head causing him to buck his hips up.

Adding another finger into your sopping hole made your toes curl and eyes roll to the back of your head.

The two of you continue pleasuring yourselves I. Front of each of your cameras. Moans and whimpers leaving your mouths as you continue to chase your highs.

Squelching sounds are heard through your mic, that goes straight to Jisung’s cock causing him to want to loose his control completely. “Princess you sound so wet.” He groans as he continues to pump himself.

“S-so wet for you Sungie.” You moaned as you removed your fingers from inside of you and played with your entrance, causing string of wetness to connect between your fingers and sopping entrance.

Jisung bit the inside of his cheeks at the provocative sight displayed on his screen. “You’re such a mess baby.” Jisung said in awe as he saw how much slick was covering your entire pussy and inner thighs.

You inserted your fingers inside again and started to finger fuck yourself in a fast pace. “J-Ji…please—“ a moan cuts you off at the intense sensation starting to build up in your lower belly.

“It’s okay baby. Cum. I need you to come with me. I’m so close princess.” Jisung groans at the end as bucks his hips forward, fucking into his hand at how close he’s at right now.

As the intense feeling in your lower stomach started to build up, you started to chant Jisung’s name like the mantra that he is. “I’m so close…so mmgh! Ahh— so close—“ you couldn’t even form your sentence as you felt like exploding.

“Me too baby…me too.” Jisung moaned as he felt his thighs spasm and his balls slightly tighten up, getting ready to release their load.

“Ji, I’m—“ you didn’t get to finish your sentence before a loud moan breaks through. You felt your back arch off of your seat as you clenched around your fingers. Slick squirted out of you as you continued to finger fuck yourself through your high.

“Princess, mmgh.” Jisung said with one last groan as he bucked his hips up into his tight fist one last time before shots of hot cum started to shoot out. His stomach clenched as he started to release the last of his load onto his hand, and stomach. Gently pumping himself to go through his post organism high.

The two of you sat panting on your chairs. Eyes barely open as you assess the others state.

A smile adorn’s Jisung’s face as he looks at you. This causes you to giggle as you knew what he was thinking of.

“That was hot.” You both said causing the other to laugh.

“Well, at least I know we’re both into this, so we can do it while I’m on tour and away from you.” Jisung said as he gave you a fucked out smile.

This causes you to send him a smile his way. “Oh we’re for sure doing this again.”

“Count on it princess.” Jisung said with a smirk.

From then on, the two of you would do these little discord or FaceTime calls to get off together when none of y’all had the time to see one another.

a/n: this has been sitting on my mind for a whileeeee and I finally have it written down and out for y’all!!! Hopefully y’all enjoyed it!!

Much love and kisses 🥰

#park jisung #park jisung imagines #nct jisung #park jisung x reader #jisung scenarios #nct jisung smut #nct drabbles #nct dream #nct dream smut #nct smut #nct kpop #kpop #kpop smut #kpop imagines #kpop idol

[heartgold]

Always loved how Umineko subverts the whole "creepy horror little girl" thing with Maria going kihihihi mode in Legend and almost baiting a less attentive reader into believing she's Evil or being possessed by Beatrice only for the text to immediately explain that her shift in behavior when infodumping about the topic her entire life and sense of self revolves around to the adults who belittled her and are now interested due to recent developments makes perfect sense if you think about it for 5 seconds. And then that behavior causing discord and panic as the murders keep happening which leads to her being yelled at and smacked around and literally thrown to the wolves while the text is basically gripping the reader's shoulders explaining how much witches mean to Maria and how this tragedy has an entirely different meaning to her. It begs the reader to avoid the kneejerk impulse of reading her unfavorably when she isn't behaving in ways that are agreeable or cute anymore, because she doesn't only deserve understanding and your sympathy when she's the innocent little girl being horribly abused by her mother. Which is why Maria haters really failed the most basic litmus test in Umineko, imagine being that wrong. lol

Anyway the point I wanted to make was that it's interesting to me how that was also done in Higurashi and Umineko basically expanded on it. The way Akasaka in Himatsubushi immediately projected this image of a lovely cute ideal child on Rika only to be taken aback and frightened when she suddenly started talking seriously about her premonitions of death and he couldn't reconcile this Rika with the Rika he projected her to be, suspecting that they couldn't possibly be the same little girl, she must've been possessed by Oyashiro-sama or not even human herself. And then that fear and the betrayal of his expectations stopping him from realizing that she was, in fact, a little girl asking him for help because she desperately wanted to escape certain death. She didn't only deserve his protection when she was doing her cutesy nipah☆ bit. It speaks a lot how Akasaka was a soon-to-be father, saw Rika being cute and immediately set that impression as an ideal for his daughter who wasn't even born yet, and Rika herself breaking that image meant shattering that ideal. Akasaka failing Rika is a direct reflection of the mentality of parents placing expectations on their children and then feeling betrayed and giving up when they turn out to be complex individuals who don't match the projections they made up. And this is similar to the surprise of Maria going from a cute and naive child to cackling and speaking at length about "scary" topics in a smug tone, and the way the text immediately explains that you should get over the whiplash and accept that Maria is a complex individual, there's nothing out of place about it if you try to understand her situation

Basically I think it's neat how both games use the idea of an archetype that honestly would fit right into the setting to basically shake up the expectations of the audience and the characters themselves and add to the fundamental point the series makes, that girls who behave in ways you can't personally comprehend (with a big emphasis on neurodivergent and traumatized girls) and/or that aren't palatable deserve unconditional understanding and compassion, that they shouldn't have to match your projection of who you want them to be or be helpless perfect victims for you to sympathize with them

#umineko #higurashi #child abuse cw #i rly dislike how the console cgs leaned too heavily into making maria look creepy in a shocking way bc thats clearly not #the vibe you get from the original. shes just an autistic girl very smug about infodumping and feeling vindicated. which makes their #reaction of being terrified n treating her harshly even more blatantly unfounded. theyre afraid of a witch n taking it out on a little girl #◇

[wonysugar]

hate rodrigo (literally) | aeri uchinaga

a/n: this is not even a fic this is a tiny little one shot that i wrote yesterday night AT LIKE TWO AM due to thoughts we had in a discord server ahem anyways I FELL ASLEEP THO. soo have this now!!

genre : really bad crack smut like i genuinely have no idea how to describe this

word count : like 600 something?

tags : one shot, smut (obvs), crack, ptv mention, falling in reverse mention, olivia Rodrigo mention, mcr mention, taylor swift mention (sorry @pupyuj)

pairing : angsty!giselle x whitegirlmusic!femreader (I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO LABEL THISSFJEKF)

your music taste wasn’t something you particularly shared with people, but you didn’t hide it, either. to you, it was music, nothing more, nothing less.

however, one of your friends, aeri, took music very, very seriously, and it really showed. she had a certain aesthetic, she wore certain things and god, did she listen to certain music.

“no like i genuinely can’t grasp the fact that you unironically listen to olivia rodrigo?” she laughed, leaning back on her bed as you stared at her in disbelief.

“god aeri, some of her songs are good, you just haven’t tried them.” you snapped back, wearing a convinced smile as you proceed to jokingly hit her arm.

“okay, sure, whatever. but just imagine getting to know someone, going on dates with them, all the sha-bang. then, when it’s time to get down and freaky, they turn on their sex playlist and motherfucking driver’s license starts playing??”

she was basically cackling at that point and you couldn’t do anything to stop it. defending your cause seemed like it would’ve been difficult, with how far up her own ass she was.

“yeah, because that isn’t a sex song? olivia rodrigo doesn’t make fucking sex music?? try putting a falling in reverse song while you get naked, see how that works out for you.” you fight back.

“oh i don’t know about you, but i’d be soaked for sure. plus, anything would be better than hearing young adult women sing about their previous relationship like it was a war they fought in.” she kid, crossing her arms in victory, as if she even won the argument in the first place.

“i’m gonna make you swallow those words right back up, uchinaga.”

“try me, l/n.”

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“f-fuck y/n, go- mmh- slower..”

so, it wasn’t supposed to happen this way!

it originally was just the both of you, taking turns and putting different songs on the bluetooth speaker and rating them based on ‘how wet it got you’.

turns out, while that was a theory stage, there seemed to be a practice one too, and you’ve been in it for the past 10 minutes now.

thrusting your fake cock in and out of her, paying no mind to the very loud, very obnoxious pierce the veil song that was playing in the background, you pinned her hands above her head. your pace increased with time, and the decibels of her voice increased with the pace.

“oh my god y/n pleasepleasepleasepleasee i’m s-so sorry i- fuck me- i didn’t mean-“ she cried, poor thing probably didn’t even realize that her black eyeliner was running all over her cheeks. her arms and legs wrapped around you,

“shut your fucking mouth and take it, you emo fucking cumslut.” you slammed your strap into her as she yelled out your name. while she was pleading and begging for something, you were on top of her perfect laying-in-mcr-bedsheets body.

she, herself, wasn’t aware of what she was begging for, her mind was completely blank. all she could think about was how good her pussy felt when you pounded it so violently, when you were being so aggressive with her that you just used her body however you wanted.

you thought that whole thing would be a one-time occurrence, but no, it happened a second time, when she said that taylor swift had mid music. was she doing it on purpose or something?

anyways,

yes, you fucked her with the 1989 album playing.

#smut #kpop gg #female reader #aespa smut #aespa #smut aespa #aespa giselle smut #aespa giselle #aespa giselle x reader #aeri uchinaga x female reader #aeri uchinaga #aeri my love #giselle smut #giselle #giselle x reader

[blackopals-world]

Deep Regret

Malleus x Yuu

Warning: Major Character death(s), cannibalism, and gore

Malleus eats Yuu. Literally.

(Blame the sick freaks from the discord. I feel rightfully ashamed)

Malleus's mouth tastes like rust. His lips are sticky but dry. He felt full, like he had eaten an entire cake. Unpleasant but somehow satisfied.

Remembered that he was on his way to Ramshackle where his dear friend was waiting. His heart felt so light. His sweet child of man smiled at him in the moonlight.

They had much to talk about. It had been awhile since they last had time to really talk.

They had given him a gift. They called it a friendship charm. He was supposed to keep it with him always and they would keep the other. It was a pretty glass charm. Bright green stained glass glittered in the light. It felt like the greatest gift he had ever received.

But Malleus didn't remember what happened after. Now he stood in the light of daybreak, surrounded by eyes of horrified onlookers.

Yuu's blue and red friends stood in front and Grim hid behind them shaking.

"HOW COULD YOU! THEY TRUSTED YOU!" The ginger screamed with his wand pointed at Malleus and tears streaming down his face.

"Congrats you lizard bastard, you proved them all right." Leona spat hatefully pushing the hyena and wolf further back in the crowd protectively.

Malleus looked around confused but the evidence was at his feet.

Then the memories flooded back.

He didn't know what really happened but Yuu's hand was bleeding. They explained that they cut themselves while making the charm but it was okay.

Malleus had only wanted to take a look, to make sure they were really fine. But he didn't know what happened. It smelled so sweet and he only wanted to taste. That was all.

But one lick turned into more as he peeled back the skin to drip more blood into his mouth. Yuu tried to pull away, they thrashed trying to escape but Malleus held tighter. They yelled so loud.

But he couldn't control it. He just wanted a nibble, they wouldn't miss a pinky right? It was so cute and it was so tender the way it snapped between his teeth.

Malleus wished it was logical but he did was far from it. Like a wild animal he consumed.

Each finger, one by one was taken. So delicious but where merely an appetizer. The hand, the arm next. The skin was so soft and plush. Those same arm that wrapped around him so gently now devoured. If had his mind he would feel grieve, he'd cry. But the only one who cried was Yuu as they sobbed and begged. They screamed "Why?" and Malleus couldn't answer.

Malleus kept eating. He broke fragile bones that got in the way that protected those sensitive organs. He ate the salty flesh from those bones. He dined on them so savagely.

Yuu eventually stopped crying after letting out a raspy low gurgle. If they were gone Malleus didn't know. It would change nothing if they had lost consciousness while being eaten alive or truly died then. It could only matter to loved ones left behind not the killer.

Now Malleus stood over the remains of his friend. The mangled corpses even in its twisted state still bust resembled it original form while covered in its own blood and viscera. Yuu's eyes still stared up at him asking "Why?"

An empty hole in their chest was where the harts was supposed to be.

Malleus's gaze drifted absently across the crowd. Silver and Sebek looked horrified and heartbroken as they looked away from him. And Lilia...never had he seen such grief and shame.

Lilia more than anyone would blame himself. He had never even shown disappointment toward Malleus since the day he hatched. But now...he saw his greatest failure since the day Malleus's mother died.

Malleus knew there was nothing left now. Nothing he wanted beyond this at least. There was no going back.

He didn't know what had happened to him and he didn't want to know. All he knew was that he didn't want it.

He picked up the bloody glass pendent he had been given and handed it to Silver.

"Silver you must finish what your birth father started. I'm truly sorry." He Malleus said.

Silver jerked away and shook his head. He still hadn't come to terms with what happened but he knew so many others right now would gladly do it instead of him.

"I understand." These where the last thing he said before taking the glass charm in hand.

Then with slow agonizing movements in front of the horrified crowd, he carved out his own heart and placed it where Yuu's heart once was.

"There now you truly have my heart, love. Like I had yours." Malleus whispered in a hoarse voice before collapsing and never moving again.

(There it's done! This is not cannon to anything I've ever written. This was hard to write.)

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #cw: gore #canabalism #cw blood #malleus draconia #malyuu #twisted wonderland malleus #malleus x reader

[clearlydiamondz]

Nesting

(Y/N) is at the point in her pregnancy where she is now nesting. Erik is confused, but he's going with the flow.

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Erik sat at his desk, playing with some of his friends streaming the new Call of Duty game. Being a successful streamer with millions of fans, he now had a life where he could live comfortably and still do what he loved, which was playing games.

Being a gamer is actually how he met the love of his life, (Y/N). Meeting on a discord back in high school, the two of them hit it off. There was only one thing that prevented them from being physically together. He lived in Oakland, and she lived in Miami. Her parents thought she was silly to find love over the internet, calling it a weird phase while his friends thought she was made up.

That was until she surprised him at his high school graduation. Saving for months, working as a moderator and at Chick-fil-A, she was able to save enough money to meet him. With the supervision of her parents of course.

Now here they are, 10 years later married and expecting twins. Two boys and she was over the moon about it. If they were over the moon, Erik was over the planet Jupiter. All of the outfits, baby supplies, and decorations were bought on Erik's behalf. Every time he walked into a store, he always walked out with something for the babies.

She could show him something that she thought was cute for their nursery and within days, it was ordered.

He was always clingy with her, and she loved it. Ever since she was pregnant, it was like he was at her side every second of the day. They were lucky enough to be streamers so they could have that time together, but boy he was obsessed.

His camera roll was filled with pictures of her, showing the journey from when she first found out she was pregnant to the development of the baby bump.

"Damn, why are you so bad, move!" he yelled into the headset.

"Nigga fuck you!" Quan yelled back into the mike making everyone bust out laughing.

"Awe you mad." Chelsea teased him. Eventually, they ended up winning, as they sat on the loading screen talking shit with each other.

That's when Erik heard a bang in the room next door, which just so happened to be the twins' nursery.

"Hold on y'all." he stepped away from his gaming set, walking in to see the baby clothes everywhere and his wife in the middle of the room folding them and placing them in the drawers.

"Mama, what are you doing?" he asked her. She turned to look at him with a pout.

"Baby there is so much to do and we only have a week left until they are due and I can't even-" she was crying at this point, Erik realizing that it was probably her hormones.

"Shh, it's okay. You know I'll help you with anything you need. The doctor wants you to not be on your feet as much." Erik was a little confused by the sudden rush to want to do stuff. Just last night she was in the middle of the kitchen reorganizing the kitchen drawers and the cupboards making room for the twins' bottles. She literally took everything apart.

Or how she decided to wash every piece of clothing and blanket for the babies, even though everything was brand new.

What he said made her cry even harder. "I appreciate you so much baby, y-you are just so good to us and-" she cut herself up hiccuping.

"Here about you go sit in the living room, play a movie and I'll order you some of the spicy ramen you like from the restaurant downtown," he told her helping her stand up.

"Ooh yes. You know the spicy foods can induce labor," she said matter-of-factly. He chuckled at the random fact before saying,

"Once I'm done for the stream tonight, I'll organize their room for you. I don't want you putting any unnecessary stress on yourself." he told her, she pouted before saying,

"You'd really do that?" she whispered as her eyes started to water again.

"Yes, now go relax. I'ma place the order now okay?" he kissed her on the forehead, then on the lips, then on her stomach. He watched his wife walk, well more like waddle, out of the room to make herself comfortable downstairs in the living room. He came back to the station, not before ordering him and his wife some ramen.

"Alright y'all, I'm back. (Y/N) needed help with something." he said getting his player ready for the next round.

"How yo ole woman doin? She should be about ready to pop any moment now right?" Damien, one of his other close friends said.

"Yeah, next week will be the due date," Erik said with a smile. The chat was filled with congratulations from his supporters.

"Awe. Look at you all gushy and shit. Can't believe Stevens gonna be a daddy." Quan teased him as he rolled his eyes laughing. He was about to say something but he heard his wife scream out for him.

"E!" she yelled.

"Hold that thought y'all." he got up and ran downstairs to see his wife downstairs with four big boxes.

"Can you move two to the living room and the other two upstairs for me baby? I'ma get their swings set up. " she said sitting there with a smile on her face.

"What are these?" he asked looking at the boxes.

"The swings," she said still smiling.

"So you bought four of them?" he asked her as she sighed.

"No, two of them we got free with the sponsorship. The other two I did buy so we can have a setup and downstairs. Because apparently, the only bad review is that they are really heavy." she said matter-of-factly. "I'm kinda hungry can we order something?" she said rubbing her stomach.

Pregnancy brain.

"Mama, I told you I was ordering some of the ramen." she looked at him confused before realizing.

"Ugh, I forgot. I'm so slow," she said, face palming herself. "I keep forgetting stuff," she said, her eyes watering.

"No no no, it's okay baby. I know you don't mean to, I'll remember everything for you. Even if it's your social security number." he joked making her laugh.

"Please, I remember my social security number. 832-21-" she paused forgetting the last four. "Oh my god, I can't even remember my last four digits." she panicked. Erik cussed himself knowing he just made it worse. "I can't even remember my social security number. How am I expected to take care of two babies!"

"It's 9382. Don't worry my love. You will be okay, I promise." he grabbed her by the face, kissing her lips as she sighed. "I want you to relax, I'll take care of everything. I promise." he whispered. She nodded before waddling into the living room. After taking two of the boxes upstairs, he came back.

"Sorry, (Y/N) needed me again." he sighed. "For a pregnant lady, this girl is a freaking busybody. She is supposed to be on bed rest." he stated.

"Where is she going?" Chelsea asked.

"It's not where she's going. It's what she's doing. She can't sit down for the sake of her. I woke up last night to her re-organizing the twin's closet. For the third time. It was like two in the morning." he stated.

"That's wild." Damien chuckled.

"Huh," Chelsea said, coming to the realization of something. "What else?"

"She reorganized the cabinets in the kitchen, washed all of the baby stuff even though it's new, and been on a cleaning frenzy for like three days straight," he said.

"You sure she ain't got OCD?" Quan chuckled.

"She doesn't. Actually she's pretty messy but for the last week, it's like she needs everything to be cleaned." Erik replied.

"Erik, it sounds like she's nesting." Chelsea chuckled.

"The hell is that? She ain't no pigeon." Quan replied, making Erik chuckle.

"No you fucking dumbass." Chelsea rolled her eyes. "It's a natural instinct for mothers to want to get their home ready for the baby. It happens with humans and animals. That's why it is called nesting."

"I ain't gonna lie, that's kinda adorable," Damien stated.

Erik's interest peaked, he minimized the game window and opened Google to look at it. "Alright chat, let's learn some new shit," he said clicking the first link.

"So it says that they have an overwhelming desire to organize, clean, and prep for the baby's arrival. That makes a lot of sense." he chuckled.

"Yeah, it's a natural instinct. It's like an itch, she won't be able to stop until the twins are here." Chelsea told him. "It makes sense because she's due next week. When my sister was nesting, my mama told me that it was a sign that babies were about to come. So she might be going into labor within a couple of days. Just gotta roll with it man" Chelsea chuckled.

After the stream was done, he found himself downstairs, seeing her prepping the swings before looking at him.

"Oh, I was just getting the stuff prepared for you. I know-"

"It's okay. I know you can't help but get your hands dirty." he chuckled kissing her on the cheek. She looked at him confused.

"What's with the change of heart?" she asked in confusion.

"You're nesting." he expected her to know what it was, but the look still stayed on her face.

"I'm not a freaking bald eagle, the hell is nesting?" she asked as he chuckled.

"You have this urge to clean up, organize, do a bunch of stuff hands-on. It's called nesting. A sign that Thing 1 and Thing 2 are coming." he said rubbing her stomach. She thought about it.

"Makes sense. I have had this urge to reorganize the pantry also.."

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The Mishandling of LO's S3 Midseason Hiatus - Part 1

So Lore Olympus' return is right around the corner, and I realize I've never actually talked about the S3 midseason finale. I think I said I was going to, but then I just sorta didn't, probably because I was still reeling in the absolute absurdity of it for weeks afterwards. In hindsight, I should have written about it back when it was still fresh, but I feel like I can do it just as much - if not more - justice writing about them in hindsight, now that they've had time to sit and I've seen what Rachel and WT are clearly planning to do after the comic ends (whether or not they succeed... that's a different story).

CAUTION: THIS IS PART 1 OF A 3 PART SERIES IN WHICH I WILL BE SPOILING MUCH OF EPISODES 251-253. THIS EPISODE CONTAINS DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE INVOLVING STRANGULATION. THIS WILL BE A LONG POST. BRACE YOURSELF.

So one of the things that really motivated me to finally talk about this was a conversation that happened recently in the ULO Discord - the realization that there are many readers who still don't know what happened after the free to read finale cliffhanger.

Y'know, the one where Hades gets possessed by Kronos and attempts to choke Persephone-

Now, awful dark jokes aside about how Persephone frankly deserves to have her balloon head popped, this was a wild cliffhanger to leave on for free readers, but the strange thing this time around - unlike with the previous midseason hiatus - is that this is where the cliffhanger has stood for free readers for the past 3 months, and it will be 4 months by the time the series returns.

And frankly... this just highlights a huge problem with LO's writing, because this cliffhanger? Like all the others, it's literally resolved within the next episode. The one that's currently under the FP lock.

Man, isn't it a little fucked up that we only ever get trigger warnings when it's concerning Persephone? Where was the warning for when Minthe got turned into a plant? Where was the warning for the entire episode that depicted Hera's trauma from Kronos and how it's still affecting her in the present? It's always either the Persephone, Hades, or Apollo focused episodes that get the trigger warnings, they couldn't care less about the violence being done onto other people in the story.

Anyways. Episode 251 opens up by reminding us, oh yeah, Kassandra exists!

Remember back in Episode 227 when Psyche stole Apollo's USB drive (and by "stole", I mean she picked it up off the ground where Apollo had conveniently dropped it?) And they found a folder with a picture of Kassandra? Well, Episode 251 opens by reminding us of her... 24 episodes later. SEVEN MONTHS OF REAL LIFE TIME, LITERALLY THE LENGTH OF BOTH THE SEASON 2 AND SEASON 3 MIDSEASON HIATUSES COMBINED-

Anyways, I guess Rachel finally figured out what she was gonna do with Kassandra after all that time, and it's... really stupid.

But wait, don't worry about that yet, because only the comic's opening reminds us of Kassandra, we gotta establish the title first and get back to that cliffhanger from before, the one that free to read users have been waiting 4 months to see.

(pay attention to the episode titles here btw, it's probably one of Rachel's lamest 3 parter title sequences yet)

Turns out Kronos is still intent on getting his hands on Hera, even though we've literally already seen Kronos haunting Hera. Is he just a ghost? A hallucination of her traumatized mind? We don't know, it never really explains itself. So Kronos is still looking for Hera.

(kinda weird that we're getting all these redrawn fullbody angles of Hades-possessed-by-Kronos choking his noodle-bodied wife who is doing literally NOTHING to actually fight back besides yelling at him, but okay.)

Turns out Hades isn't really hyped about this choking game going on between his dad and his niece wife, so he goes full on "release the beast" Naruto mode on his ass.

And that's it. That's literally the conflict resolved. The cliffhanger that free to read users were left with over the 4 month hiatus is resolved literally within a handful of panels and Hades just "believing enough" to save his wife.

And then that's just it, it cuts away, and we get this sorta awkward conversation between Persephone and Hades (now himself again) over the fact that he just choked out his wife.

The scene transitions to Hades waking up in his bed (literally that last shot of him and Persephone was it, it transitions immediately). I'm trying not to use up Tumblr's 30 image posting limit so I'm not posting the 3 fucking copy pasted panels of this that just involves Hades waking up, use your imagination lmao

There's literally no actual conversation here, no amount of Hades asking "what happened", somehow despite his possessed state he remembers everything so succinctly that he jumps right to demanding Persephone to see her neck.

(literally removed the panel of Persephone saying "Hades..." because these types of "let me do the thing" "Hades :(((" "let me do the thing" exchanges are literally just Rachel trying to hit her panel limit, once you start seeing these '3 panel' exchanges that copy paste the same shit over and over again, you can't unsee them and you realize this is why so little happens in the comic as a whole, because it's just constant repetition of dialogue and reaction panels to pad out the episodes).

And then we get what I like to call "guy in a position of power manipulating his more vulnerable partner into pitying him without actually apologizing":

No for real, I didn't cut out a single thing from this exchange aside from a couple copy pasted reaction panels, this is the entire conversation. Hades doesn't apologize, he doesn't ask Persephone if she's okay, he just pulls the "you can leave if you want toooo :(((" baiting Persephone into further trapping herself with this jackass. SHE'S the one who's stuck with HIM.

Like, obviously Hades wasn't the one who choked her, that goes to Kronos, but he doesn't even ask her if she's okay. He just looks at her moldy ass bruises and immediately goes "YOU CAN LEAVE IF YOU WANT TO I'M A MONSTER OH GOD-" and then of course she's having to comfort him which is fine but where's the balance? It's always Persephone having to comfort him and listen to his trauma and we never get Hades doing the same for her - the times we do get Persephone talking about her trauma and struggles with him, he always finds a way to make it about him.

Hades proceeds to talk more about his childhood and more of the shit he's already talked about multiple times before, I don't even need to go over it at this point.

That said, Rachel does remember to bring his stutter back. When's the last time he stuttered? 200 episodes ago ?? (literally I don't remember, it's like when he used to twist his napkins, he doesn't have these character traits consistently anymore).

THERE we go, finally some semblance of an apology. It came after more trauma dumping, but at least it's something-

Oh for fuck's sakes.

This is literally such generic "you've come so far!" motivational jargon. And it's made even worse in LO because what has Hades overcome exactly? Just a reminder, here are the things we've seen in Hades' backstory since he was rescued by his brothers:

He started a business in the Underworld that he's been operating with slave labor and profiting off ever since as a tyrannical oligarch

He entered a multi-century-long affair with his brother's wife, his own sister in law

He cost Demeter - Persephone's own mother - the role of Queen of the Mortal Realm and Persephone still does not know this.

He abused and neglected his adopted son - who was literally abandoned on his doorstep - for hundreds of years and used his role as his adopted father to guilt trip his son for getting "special treatment".

He never took responsibility for the financially dependent relationship he created between himself and a lower class nymph and tried to bribe her out of his life as soon as he fell for a 19 year old intern

HE LITERALLY FELL FOR THE 19 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER OF A WOMAN WHO HE HAD SCREWED OVER AND PRETENDED LIKE THAT WOMAN WAS IN THE WRONG FOR NOT APPROACHING HIM DURING THE EVENTS OF THE ACT OF WRATH, AND THEN HE HAD THE GALL TO PROPOSE TO HER DAUGHTER RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER WHEN SHE BASICALLY HAD NO OTHER CHOICE BUT TO SAY YES.

Everything he's legitimately had to overcome involving his trauma has gone completely ignored until pop in comes the pink cinnamon roll girl to solve all his problems and do for him what apparently even a therapist couldn't do (because haha he thinks his therapist is a hack.)

Persephone saying "look at all you've done" should be a reminder of all the crimes Hades has committed against people weaker than him, but instead it's used as a term of endearment, because Persephone literally got with him when she was 19 years old. And apparently the whole "eternally 19" thing applies to more than just her body, because even now, 10 years later, she's still lacking all the smarts and self-awareness and maturity to realize marrying this man was a mistake.

At this point Persephone isn't too naive or stupid to realize what she's gotten herself into, she's just a terrible person who's entirely complacent in Hades' bullshit and frankly, they deserve each other.

They literally keep talking about him for several more panels. Hades literally whines on and on about how much of a failure he is, how he feels like he failed the child who's trapped in Tartarus, and then of course Persephone tells him "no honey, you're the most important being in this process!" and she's LITERALLY STILL JUST TALKING ABOUT HIM, THIS WHOLE EPISODE IS PERSEPHONE TALKING ABOUT HOW WONDERFUL HADES IS, NOTHING ELSE HAPPENS. HAVE YOU NOTICED WE HAVEN'T EVEN SEEN KASSANDRA YET ?? HAVE YOU NOTICED THE COLD OPEN FOR THE EPISODE HASN'T BECOME RELEVANT YET ?? I'VE ALREADY HIT THE 30 IMAGE LIMIT AND I HAVE TO START CUTTING STUFF OUT-

Persephone and Hades talk about how they should name the interloper, but they don't come up with anything before transitioning to Leuce and Thetis.

And y'all, this has gotta be one of Rachel's worst cases of backpedaling in the entire series. You thought how she turned Leuce - Hades' first wife - into a homewrecker was bad? You thought it was absurd the plot tried to turn Leuce into Minthe 2.0?

Remember those text messages that Leuce and Hades sent between each other? The ones we never saw but kept getting alluded to? Well of course we couldn't have Hades actually text Leuce during Persephone's banishment, because then that would mean he isn't 100% loyal to his little pink cinnamon roll "qween", so what was the next best thing? Kronos possessing Hades and texting Leuce like so many people - even fans - assumed? No. It's worse.

The text messages... weren't real.

This literally makes no sense. First of all, it's once again Rachel creating drama out of "haha woman delusional!" much like she did with Minthe. But second, it literally doesn't make sense after what we've seen leading up to this.

Leuce didn't just talk about Hades texting her. She went to his office, intent on seducing him, with the knowledge of these text messages being real. She even TALKS ABOUT THESE MESSAGES WITH HADES.

But of course, they were interrupted before Hades got a chance to respond, so this was convenient enough for Rachel to try and pull off some 'twist' where she could easily absolve Hades of "cheating" on Persephone (again, the girl he only knew for like 1-2 months) but also not have to deal with the weird logic of Kronos possessing Hades just to text some random nymph.

This is absolutely one of the most absurd retcons Rachel has ever tried to pull to get herself out of the corners she writes herself into.

Now the episode is still going and FINALLY, it gets to Kassandra, after teasing her at the beginning of the episode and proceeding to do a whole lot of nothing throughout the entire thing.

This has to be one of the funniest panels in the entire comic, bar none. Rachel's gotten worse at drawing men despite making this comic for 5 years and having plenty of opportunity to improve, and he literally just looks like the fucking Amazing Bulk, haunting this poor mortal woman with his very presence.

So yeah, it turns out that the "curse" Kassandra suffers from in this "retelling" is, rather than having prophecies no one believes (or at least, if she does, we don't see that), she sees Apollo and no one believes her. Again, Rachel takes these weird liberties with the original myths that don't make a whole lot of sense all for the sake of seeming original, but whatever, Rachel hit her panel limit for the week, because that's essentially where the episode ends, with Apollo greeting Kassandra. As quickly as it was shown at the beginning of the episode, the one part of the episode actually featuring Kassandra is wrapped up in literally 7 panels.

THOUGHT VOMIT TIME

So with Episode 251 now summarized and out of the way, I really wanna talk about how this episode operates as the first FP episode after the midseason finale for free readers.

Despite the fact that it was a 4 month break and despite the fact that WT has always still released these episodes for free on schedule - with the idea that every reader will be up to date with the current content and can start fresh with a new set of FP episodes when it returns - this time around Episodes 251-253 have remained locked.

And I say Webtoons specifically because as far as I know, the creators typically don't have control over this type of decision. From what I've heard from other Originals creators, it's often WT who decides shit like coin costs, FP release dates, etc. This is why during hiatuses the numbers on the episode unlocks never actually align with their real return dates, sometimes they completely undershoot and reset, sometimes they overshoot and tell people LO is coming back in January despite the fact it's been confirmed it's coming back in November. This isn't Rachel's doing. It's clearly Webtoons trying to squeeze as much money out of this series as they can so they think the 4 month hiatus will motivate people to pay... but even the newest episode is still only sitting at 17.9k likes, which is just slightly above the average amount the FP episodes normally wind up sitting at by the time they're unlocked after 3 weeks, but this has been after four months. The hiatus of the comic and its communities absolutely put LO out of sight, out of mind.

That said, I don't know what this means for the series' return, if it'll have 6 FP episode unlocks going forward or if it'll just return with one new FP episode and Episode 251 unlocking for free readers, but holy shit, if that's the case, this is gonna be a shitty way to return from 4 months of nothing. The cliffhanger from 250 implies so much more than what it ends up being and it's, again, highlighting a fundamental issue within LO - it operates purely on a week to week basis, producing episodes on the fly, and concerning itself more with filling up its panel quota so that it can get readers from beginning to end when they can drop some new cliffhanger that likely won't lead to anything or will be completely resolved within three swipes of the next episode. Season 3 has been especially egregious with this and it's clear Rachel has run out of track to run on.

There is speculation that perhaps the reason the timing of this cliffhanger is so off is because Rachel didn't know the hiatus was going to happen and WT forced her on it. That said, it's not something anyone can really confirm besides Rachel. I wouldn't blame her for taking the time she did considering she was attending both NYCC and SDCC this past summer, and it's hard enough for her to keep up with any sort of buffer to begin with, so those conventions would have definitely resulted in episodes getting postponed anyways.

What I'm really interested in seeing is the reception when the comic returns. Hiatuses like this are brutal for traffic, it's incredibly difficult to get every single person who you started the hiatus with to return after it's done. It's not uncommon for comics to come back to only a fraction of their readerbase - and that's where the marketing comes in.

S3's return has been incredibly undermarketed. I've talked about it already but I'll mention it again here - they have done nothing to hype up LO's remaining audience for the ending of LO. Not only has the fact that the comic is even entering its final part been mentioned on either Rachel's or WT's social media pages, but the fan groups have been shut down for almost the entirety of this hiatus, shutting fans away from discussing the comic, making predictions, and just participating in their most active and direct part of the fandom. This was an absolutely absurd decision on Rachel's part, I don't know if this was her trying to shield herself from criticism or if she genuinely just doesn't give a shit about her fanbase anymore, but it's not a good thing if the only active groups to be found online during a comic's hiatus - it's final hiatus before the series ends - are the critical ones. Fans of the comic should not have to find out about its ending from me. I know I've got a way with words, but it's not fair to the long-term fans of this comic that they're being shut out by the comic's own creator, simply because she either doesn't care or is just so afraid of the critics that she'd rather hurt her relationship with her fanbase by shutting them out just to maybe shut out any critics who are nearby.

I don't know what the reasoning is and I don't know how it could have been beneficial. But that leads us to the other theory, one that I can see as plausible-

I don't think Lore Olympus was supposed to end here.

We've talked about this theory before, but to reiterate - it's been speculated for a while (prior to the news at NYCC that the comic would be ending) that S3 of LO wasn't going to be the final season as so many people had been assuming based on past info. There was no indication or marketing implying this was the final season - meanwhile webtoons like City of Blank were marketing their final seasons from day 1 of the premiere - and there were loads of new plot threads being established in S3 that we knew couldn't possibly be wrapped up by the end of the season. Case in point, it took Rachel seven months to get back to Kassandra, and while during that time she's rushed plotlines that shouldn't have been rushed (the wedding) other plotlines have proceeded to drag at a snail's pace or been dropped altogether. The speculation that S3 wasn't going to be the final season was plausible.

But now, suddenly, LO is coming to an end, likely within the next 20-30 episodes, and neither Rachel or Webtoons have said a word about it. No announcement post, no hype, no promotional art, no statement from the Webtoons VP of what to be excited for (which he's done before). It seems like they're either intentionally trying to bury it to keep people from panicking while Rachel retreats into the shadows to hide from the crimes she's committed, or they're intentionally keeping the ending of the comic unannounced so they can backpedal on it later to generate hype over it "deciding to stick around". Chances are, it'll be based on how the return of the series goes, and whether or not it's able to get the performance numbers back in the green.

I do not think it will. As I said already, hiatuses are already notorious for destroying built up traffic, especially on Webtoons where people (many of whom are teenagers and children) are conditioned to expect regular content on a schedule. But there's one other thing that's been bugging me - there hasn't been a shred of promotional art. We're currently less than a month away from the return of LO and not only are Rachel and WT being incredibly hush hush about it, but all the art Rachel has put out has been largely on her Blue Sky, where she has the smallest following, and none of it is exactly indicative of being "promotional art", rather just random sketches and doodles that she's doing on her downtime. Everything else has been promos for her books, SDCC/NYCC, of course, Rachel Smythe Presents, her next venture which she has been hyping up more than the actual return or ending of the comic that made her famous in the first place.

At this point, I'm not even fully convinced she's even started working on the next episode yet, let alone any sort of buffer. If anything, she knows that she's coming back to the series with 3 episodes still locked under FastPass, so all she'll need to technically have ready for launch is one new episode. Rachel has never been good at building buffers, not even in the beginning when she apparently started off with 2-3 episodes of buffer. Even when her comic is nearing its end, she's not learning any lessons, she's not setting herself up for success. And I'm not setting myself up for the hope that the series could possibly come back any better than it was when it left - if anything, I think we're about to see Rachel and the comic outdo itself once again on how bad it can possibly be.

And we still have two more episodes to talk about, which includes the cliffhanger for FP readers that we've been waiting four months on. Part 2 and 3 of these FP episode analyses will be going up as soon as I can get them done, ideally I'll have all three parts done before it returns so we can start off fresh with the newest episode.

Buckle up folks. Pour yourself a drink. We're gonna need it.

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