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zayne jacking off to the medical records??? I said well of courseee, fork found in kitchen
Please elaborate more on that, what if zayne fucks drunk meimei and caleb gets to know about it oooooooo
tw: dubcon, allusion to pseudocest
“Hngh…gege…”
You’ve had far too much to drink. After a night out with your girlfriends, you finally stumble home with your face flushed, skirt torn, and reeking of alcohol. You kick off your heels at the front door, stumbling into the open hallway.
“Gege..gege?”
“Shhh.”
An icy-cold hand suddenly grabs your wrist and pulls you into the guest bedroom. You immediately turn, but you can only make out his tall build and short dark hair.
“Oh…”
Zayne watches as you give him the stupidest, widest grin, throwing your hands high into the air before landing onto his shoulders.
“Gege! I’m soooooo sorry Caleb, please don’t be mad…I only drank…a little.”
Any other man would have stepped back from the tidal wave of alcohol wafting from your direction, but when your pretty little hands fell onto Zayne’s chest, dragging down his stomach…he took a deep breath and tried not to look down at the tent in his pants.
“I- I’m not your brother.” Zayne sighed, but before he could open his mouth again, your hand shot up to cradle the back of his head.
“It is you! Caleb! But wait…” Zayne blushed furiously as your palms made their way to press onto his cheeks and nose. “When did you change your glasses…?”
He gently removed your hands from his face. “[name]…it’s me. Za—“
“Cay!” You insisted, before flopping onto your back, onto the guest bed. “Youuuuu need to apologise to me.”
Zayne sighed, cleaning off the fingerprints you left on his glasses with a corner of his shirt. “Apologise for what?”
“For…for calling me a slut…before I went out.”
Zayne coughed. “Caleb did called you a slut?” He asked.
“Stop pretending to be cute!” You slapped his hand away hard as Zayne moved to loom over you above the bed. Well, you thought what the back of your hand had met was his hand, but really, it was his…
Zayne almost let out a moan when your knuckles grazed over his bulge.
“Now be a good gege and apologise.” You mumbled.
“M-m’sorry…”
“Yeah, yeah.” You rolled over to face him, opening your arms wide, “Make it up to me. Give your meimei a huuuuug~”
It was absolutely torture for Zayne as he leant down to embrace you. What made it even worse, was that you returned the hug ten times as enthusiastic, practically throwing him onto the bedside with you.
“Gege, you’re so shameless.” You sighed, feeling Zayne pressed against your thigh. You fluttered your eyelashes sweetly. “Who’s the slut now?”
Zayne gulped, one hand reaching down to undo his belt.
“I am.”
“Mmm…” You placed your hands on either side of the pillow. “That’s right.”
Your eyes were squeezed shut. You could feel the drunken sleepiness approaching. But Zayne only loved a hand up to cradle your face, another reaching into his boxers.
“I’m your slut.” He breathed, his mouth moving to kiss yours.
“Mhm…”
“I’m…” Zayne began to slide off your thong. Slut. “I’ve longed for this.”
In a few swift moments, Zayne was inside you. He wasn’t moving with any particular rhythm, he wasn’t thrusting with much skill to bring you pleasure - well what can you expect from your brother’s virgin loser friend? - more of a strange dragging sensation that was unfortunately both fast paced and painful. He seemed to be aware of this.
“I’m sorry…” Zayne muttered into your ear, angling up his hips, “I…I would have more experience…i-if only you’d b-be my girlfriend…”
You were already conked out on top of the duvet. Yet Zayne kept going.
“It’s not…aah…fair.” He gritted his teeth, “That that bastard Caleb get’s everything.”
At Caleb’s name, your head perked up. “Gege…?”
“No.” Zayne huffed, moving his hands to grip your hips, giving him a sly chance to squeeze the fat on your ass. “Say ‘Zayne’. Say it.”
“…Zayne?”
“Hngh—! Yes, just like that, oh god—“ Zayne groaned, pulling your hips up to meet his.
He was getting the hang of it now, the rolling of his hips becoming smoother, his cock felt less intruding inside you. You could feel one of his pronounced veins rubbing against your walls. The slick you were creating allowed him to slam in deeper, his flushed tip finally able to contact the deepest point inside you—
Zayne came under two minutes, his legs giving out as his cum flooded your cervix. His eyes were rollinh back and falling shut as he fell down beside you, one arm hooked over your shoulders.
For a moment, all you heard was his soft panting. Until…
SLAM*
Caleb threw open the guest bedroom door, his eyes bloodshot. He must have heard. His eyes traveled from Zayne’s pink face, to your face, to where your bodies were still connected, before coming to the horrific conclusion…
I was wondering what's your take on the Valko situation? I think you're one of the very few LADS account that doesn't have multiple blogs about the situation (which is probably a good thing tbh) so I'm curious.
Well the thing is i’m already as busy and hectic irl as it gets so i try not to get into too much online drama and controversy as possible to not stress myself even further, so im not 100% sure what’s going on right now except that they’ve removed him permanently?
I think it’s not great that they’ve removed him but then again, i have a lot of work to get done in real life so i don’t want to spend time make a lot of posts protesting his removal and all that, when i already have other fics to finish.
not that i don’t think he should be brought back, i think infold should, i just don’t have the capacity rn 🪦
I remember seeing his release and being like ‘ooh great another one i can write dark yandere fics about, yum!’ and the next thing i knew he was gone…but who cares, i still might sprinkle some yandere valko here and there on the occasion lol
i love your stories so much. it’s kooky and the writing is great. even if you leave this blog, please don’t delete it because your writing is something significant. but i hope you can continue writing because you listen to your followers and you’re great!
Thank you so much! i do try not to leave this blog even though sometimes the demons tell me to delete it, but im glad i haven’t still <33
I do try to continue writing when i can, but being a med student isn’t exactly for the weak. it doesn’t stop me from thinking of all the things i want to write tho, and i try to get them down and publish them when i can
Aww i do try to listen to you guys as much as possible because if not for all of you there would be no blog!! ilyasm 🩷🩷
Big brothers are supposed to be cool, aren’t they? Not like Caleb, who - well you suppose he’s good at basketball - prefers to stay in his room and tap away on his PC all day. The only few times you see him emerge from the darkness is when he comes downstairs to pick up the packages he orders, before shooting back up the stairs. On the rare instances he’d even have a sit down dinner with you and gran. Yet the moment the dishes are clean, he’s disappeared off into his perpetually darkened room again.
Weirdo.
You’re sure that a loser like him wouldn’t ever be able to make friends. So how shocked you were when you discovered that Caleb, indeed, isn’t a social outcast. You were less shocked when you discovered that they were as equally as loserish as your big brother.
There’s that artsy one, who’s always drawing lewd manga in that sketchbook of his. You wished you never peeked into it (if you hadn’t, you’d never know that some of the drawings included you). Then there’s the weird mafia one, who’s always pretending to be this great cartel lord or something, always smirking and winking at you. There’s the blond one who might be a cosplayer, always coming over carrying a real sword. He always makes sure to fall asleep next to you or over you on purpose so you wouldn’t be able to move until he wakes up. Creep. And out of them all, the only normal one, Zayne— that is, until you found him shamelessly jacking off to your medical checkup records that you left outside in the living room.
Right, and there was that new one, wasn’t there? Some wolf furry friend of Caleb’s, who’s always wearing fake wolf ears and a tail and jumping around on all fours. He bit your neck to ‘mark’ you that one time.
Least to say, your brother’s friends were not normal.
You do make fun of poor Caleb sometimes. Why can’t he be normal and make some friends who weren’t obsessed with their friend’s little sister? Why does he have to choose this group of losers? Why can’t he be like you, with Tara and everything?
“What, do you all like, masturbate in a circle or something hahahaha—“
Caleb scowls, adjusts his thick black glasses, scratches his neck, and slams the door to his room.
But Caleb still wants to keep his dignity as an older brother. He can’t lose too much respect from his lil sis after all, even though he is kind of a loser.
So he’ll have to remind you of his place every once in an often. Plus, remind his dear friends that you’re his sister.
You find yourself, on the rare occurrence, laid flat out on Caleb’s bed, one of his hands on the curve of your throat whilst the other grips your hips as he slams into you. He’s muttering something, but you can’t make out what above all the wet squelches and your moans and him suddenly flipping you onto your back, pressing down onto the bulge in your pelvis from above, before pulling out and slamming right back in.
On your front, you can see his laptop clearer now. Your tits hurt from all the groping he did before, and now they have to rub painfully against his cumstained mattress. The hentai episode plays as you get rammed from behind. The girl is squealing, eyes squeezed shut, tongue out, crying and whining, her arms raised by her shoulders as she bounces on the faceless male lead’s cock.
She looks like you, you notice. You wouldn’t be surprised if Caleb saved this episode along with the other hundreds of other porn videos and eroge games he’s got on file.
Caleb adjusts the angle he’s hitting in, just enough to make you cry out in time with the poor anime girl on screen. Your hands claw onto his stinky bed sheets, as he rubs against that spot again, and again, and again…before his fat head pushes against your cervix.
As if he’s trying to follow along the video, at that moment the episode features an X-ray moment where you could see the guy inside the over exaggerated pink insides of the anime girl. You wonder if Caleb really believes in that kind of anatomy he probably does.
He’s probably doing it on purpose as well. Timing your reactions to the girl in the hentai. He’s probably jerked off to the video enough times to know every timestamp front to back.
Once he’s done, he stays stuffed inside you for the sole purpose of ‘so you’ll only be able to take me, once your insides mould around my girth.’ You roll your eyes and try to explain to him that that’s not how it works, but Caleb just pats your head and calls you a dumb little meimei.
Silly you. Thinking you know better than your big brother. Thinking you can make fun of him before getting fucked dumb.
You whimper and rub your eyes pitifully, apologizing to him, saying what he wants to hear: that’s he’s right, he’s always right, and you admire him soso much—!
That is, until Caleb pulls out the Japanese sailor schoolgirl uniform and asks you to put it on. Sigh**
panty sniffer loser caleb, yes, but consider…panty sniffer otaku zayne…
a/n: your idol side questing leads you to sell some of your underwear. icky, but you’re not about to turn down a fat check from zayne_905
zayne practically jumps the poor delivery guy the moment he hears the doorbell ring.
heavily breathing, he rushes to sign off the piece of paper held out for him to confirm he’s received his package. the delivery guy awkwardly takes a small step back as zayne, eyes bloodshot, blown wide, mumbles a low ‘thanks’, grabs the box and ducks back into his darkly lit home.
zayne would sooner rip the layers of the package apart to unbox his precious gift buried deep inside, but he holds himself back. no, he mustn’t risk the possibility of doing any damage to the precious fabric just because he’s desperate. there would be plenty of time for that later.
practically shaking, zayne undoes each layer of tape carefully, to reveal…a perfect pair of delicate lace panties.
yours.
he falls to his knees as he nose dives into the fabric, the base of the panties pressed against his mouth and nostrils like a mask, his chest heaving, letting out a groan of relief as he twists and turns onto his back so he’s laid flat on the floor, panties held to his nose as if he’s been deprived his whole life.
he’s hard, probably has been hard the minute the package arrived on his doorstep. zayne tries to calm down, but how could he? these panties were once worn by you, maybe even on stage as you preformed. they had brushed against your soft thighs as you pulled them up towards your hips, they had been graced by the presence your folds, they had rubbed against your pelvis…god, his pants were practically burningly tight.
you’ve sprayed perfume on this pair of panties before you sent it off to him (he’d rather you didn’t, but he doesn’t mind). zayne is familiar with this scent, actually. he smelled it on you when he shook your hand at meet-n-greet no.52, the same event where he gifted you a little light up snowman and you signed his album. you’ve also left a kiss mark in red lipstick in the corner.
zayne takes a long, deep, lick across the crotch of the panties. he smacks his lips afterwards. hm. is that discharge he tastes?
he desperately wants to wrap them around his dick and jerk off to it, but again, he holds back. he doesn’t want to ruin the lace with pools of his sticky semen…yet. so he keeps licking, sucking, sniffing the fabric like a whiny dog on the floor, with one hand deeply entrenched in his pants, relieving himself.
just as he cums for the third time, hips lifted off the floor, the door opens again.
“what the hell?”
caleb stands in the doorway, having woken up after a long nap, dragging his body pillow of an anime girl into zayne’s bedroom.
“dont…you can’t look at me like that…” zayne heaves, before trying to regain some of his composure and sit up. “you’re just as bad.”
Heeey don't worry bout ghosting this blog or being dead or whatevevaveva, focus on your studies and new therapy sessions cause getting education and better mental health is fucking awesome man. Fuck the rest of the noise.
Ya gotta write horny shit for fun ya know? Not obligation or even the nagging feeling you 'should' over 'wanting to,' that's how ya lose your passion
Go do medical shit or whateva ya do then write on Tumblr wheneva ya feel like you want to. You'll still be like, one of my fave smutty writers out there bro. Your loser AU's are works of art and don't let any bitches tell ya otherwise. I don't know you as a person, but I'm utterly/parasocially convinced ya can't have a bad idea in your noggin.
Anywho, pep talk over I'm sending ya positive vibes girly, hope you're doing well ❤️
hello my dear anonymous anon xx
thank you so much for the pep :)) a few weeks ago i actually contemplated on deleting this blog. i honestly wish i had pursued a less time consuming course for higher education bcos now i dont even have the energy to be freaky sometimes. sigh**. what a shame. maybe ill meet a hot cardiovascular surgeon, at least?
and thank you for the loser au support!!! i loveeee the loser lads sm, they populate my brain 24/7 and i will ALWAYS come back to them. i miss their sucker asses
and just a random side note, i know this blog is definitely not great to come off anonymous (obviously) but honestly wish i could chat more to my supporters. you guys are great. like half the idol AU are built of your contributions. dm me more. but then again, my weird brain also likes the idea of parasocial relationships…wait thats not good—
It’s hard being a mangaka. you’ve got to cut poor rafayel some slack.
See, other manga artists struggle with deadlines, pay share, budget cuts, assistant drama…but instead, a certain purple-haired mangaka is sitting hunched over his desk, obsessively trying to come up with a plot device he could use to manipulate the female lead (you) of his romance slowburn rent-a-girlfriend manga into somehow still rejecting the male mc, after eight hundred chapters.
The plot has been dragging on, is still dragging on, for lord knows how long. half of his assistants have abandoned this ship. the last loyal one, thomas, can only review each new chapter and hope that the fandom doesn’t get into too much drama over the new release. lumiere on youtube has yet launched another video essay complaining about the spineless author ruining the manga with his obsession over his own creation, the female lead. and what’s this rafayel’s posting on his social media?
You. it’s all you. drawn in 2D, of course, his telltale manga style, but with a realistic 3D background. it’s almost as if…he’s drawn you into the background of his house…oh look, there’s you, drawn in his bedroom with the caption ‘waking up to my beautiful girlfriend every day~’ and there’s you too, in nothing but a short towel coming out of his steamy shower…your 2D hand intertwined with his…your 2D clothes discarded on his bedroom floor…and theres you again! on your knees with half your body stuck inside his washing machine.
(rafayel, please update your manga. please. it’s been 801 chapters and they still haven’t held hands—)
…thomas can’t even defend him anymore. it’s bad enough that he refuses to deal with the mess he made with this manga, but what’s worse is his blatant self insertion into his work. when rafayel fell in love with his mc, he had also realised how much of a spineless, loserish, incel his male lead was. disgusting. such a man- ahem, character - should never get anywhere near his perfect [name]! so to combat the problem, rafayel decides to either drag the plot on for as long as humanely possible (he no longer gives a shit that his manga isn’t generating much revenue), or introduce a new conveniently purple-haired character who’s also an artist who would then get to bone you one chapter into his introduction.
sometimes rafayel forgets that he’s the one that started this whole fisasco, and in reality, it’s him who’s engaging in a one-sided rivalry against a 2D fictional male that he created. sometimes he forgets that even you, aren’t real. but whatever. he’s too deep into drawing lewd official art of you getting bent over by said purple-haired-artist-self-insert while the male protag watches on.
thomas then recieves the draft for the newest chapter. sigh*. he deserves a raise.
i’m so sorry for my recent ghosting of this blog this year since i promised to answer sm asks before and i’ll try my best to get around to it soon, i honestly don’t know what to tell you guys of why ive been gone except for uni exams and having a shitty time (i’ve been enrolled into therapy at last. hurrah.)
BUT I WILL WRITE MORE IDOL MC i promise im coming back to her i miss otaku zayne and loserleb and rent-a-gf rafayel…
WAIT YOU WERE AN IDOL?? an idol writing about an idol mc? 😍😍 tell us more plsplspls
Yes I was! though it was considerably a while ago…I was fourteen then so take what I write about idols now with about a grain of salt 😭 plus I worked as a junior idol, not a senior/adult idol so I can’t fully comment on the specifics of their experiences
idol mc! from the Zayne posts are mostly based off what I saw (and make jokes about, really) not 100% off my own experience.
Lads boys(separate) who love mc boob so much that they physically can't get their hands or mouth away from for even a second when they are together. Her nipples are so sore and red. They suck, pinch them, pull them, her nipples have become so sensitive that even the fabric of a shirt runs a shiver down her spine
Pt.1 Caleb + Xavier + Sylus
Caleb doesn’t really have a sense of shame in that regard, so there's less inhibition holding him back. But he still has to make an active effort to remind himself that, when the both of you are out, he can't just walk right up to you and sniff at you and press his face into your chest unlike when you’re at home.
Once he has you behind closed doors and available, he can't keep his mouth off of them. It feels natural, instinctive, popping your nipple into his mouth and suckling like that for ages. He could keep going forever if you didn't stop him eventually.
The downside of this is that you have to remind him to be careful. Poor boy does try his hardest to not leave too painful marks. You’d experience a much more powerful biting force than you’d be prepared for, feeling Caleb’s teeth sink down onto the firmer side of your tits, his tongue dragging up the curve, kissing, making little nips and sucking on the teat. And he repeats the same motion, over and over again.
Once at home, he will come up to you and just sort of… plant his face in the middle, like recharging energy, nuzzling and, to your dismay, sometimes trying to bite down on them. During your sleep, you often find yourself waking up to the sudden sucking sensation. He’s relentless about it too, latching on firmly and refusing to let go. He’s a bit disappointed to learn that no milk comes out, though, at least not yet.
Xavier, on the other hand…he’s being careful, promise!
His head tilts slightly downward, his gaze fixates, and… stays there. It’s not really an act of perversion, it’s more like wonder and awe. There’s no shame, no attempt to conceal what he's looking at, mouth slightly ajar in a dumbstruck stupor. You pause in confusion when he slowly reaches his hand up and out, fingers stretched out as if to grab something. You jump in surprise when he (not even squeezing) puts the palm of his hand onto your breast. Suddenly he has a big smile on his face.
It's just very easy to get lost in the bliss of the moment and maybe start to nibble a bit too hard, making you jolt and squeal… except the high-pitched sound and the feeling of you flinching and whimpering against him mimics a little animal fighting back, which sets off a whole new chain of instincts. Now you have much worse problems as you're getting bitten everywhere else, jaw locking down to hold you still as he ruts into you like a bunny in heat.
With Sylus, however, is not naturally attracted to breasts. Dragons don’t nurse, after all, so it’s a bit of a foreign concept…but the human form is still drawn to it. Except he’s more fond of them for softness, the tenderness…how it’s both sensitive yet firm…to him it’s preferable to any velvet cushion. So Sylus tends to use them as a pillow, opting to rest his head on them for long periods of time. It’s comforting in a way that he can’t really articulate, it just makes him feel at ease.
And he tends to stare a little. Not enough to make it awkward, it’s much more of a risky, admiring glance. He just gets distracted for a moment. You just bend forward in just the right way, or take a bouncing step or come down a flight of stairs, and it just grabs his attention to such an extent that there’s a solid few seconds where he’s left struck and completely captivated, trailing off anything he was saying, just staring downward as his mouth pulls into a smirk…until you wave your hand in front of his face and he snaps out of it, smiling now, and resumes to go back to talking about whatever he was going on about.
However if you were at home, he’d outright abandon the conversation and instead move his mouth to latch onto your nipple, rubbing circles over the sensitive flesh whilst the suckling motion has you throwing your head back.
There's a pop when his mouth detaches, you open your eyes just enough to see him reach the hand formerly latched onto your hip up to his mouth, coating the middle and ring finger with slick saliva before that hand too moves downward, but your vision is cut off when he dips his head back down to suckle on your tits again.
So obviously loserleb would go to anime conventions all the time and buy out his favourite animegirl’s merch and doujinshis, and by chance: meet a cosplayer.
You’ve got the costume nailed down pretty well, better than those cheap dress up costumes he sees online anyways, plus the wig, the height, the face…he only meant to ask for a picture, but left with a boner too.
Your hair (or her hair, which might as well be yours by now in his head) was so close to his face. it was exactly how he imagined it would, from every time he pressed his face to his computer screen and took a deep breath in. he had to try so hard not to let his eyes roll all the way to the back of his head when you linked your arm through his for the pose, because in his mind…it was his fictional crush, touching him…in real life…
He’ll beg ask for your socials next. if you’re a prolific cosplayer, he’d probably sulk away at the pictures of your other character cosplays and get even more pissed after seeing those comments from randos commenting stuff like hot!!!! or smash!!!! as if he’s not thinking of the same things. if you’re just a casual cosplayer, caleb would suggest you start a cosplaying career. after all, you’re so cute and look so much like her. it would be such a shame, you know.
You just laugh and say you’re glad he enjoyed the cosplay. hopefully you’ll see him around?
And you definitely will do. caleb obsessively checks each convention guest list for the possibility of you being there. he shows up to every single event that you attend in cosplay, talk to you every single time…bonus points if you’re dressed as his fictional crush (which he practically fully associates with you by now), but if you’re not, sigh** he’ll ask for a photo anyway. so he could take it home and stare at it later tonight, imagining if you were dressed as his favorite anime girl.
Soon, he’ll start bringing you little gifts to add onto your cosplay. maybe an innocent pair of earrings to start. but then, tights, garters, thigh-high socks, cute tops, lipgloss with…some sticky white solution floating in it (it’s coconut cream, promise). you graciously try to reject those gifts, but his insistence and puppy eyes make it hard to say no. plus, his gifts are of high quality, and as a cosplayer, you’re never in a position to say no to nice clothes. only that the lip gloss caleb gave you tastes a little salty.
It’s strange to have such a dedicated follower sometimes. but you appreciate his presence. likewise, caleb does too, and it’s only a matter of time before you, and you— well, his fictional crush, who might as well have, in his deluded mind, appeared to him in reality through you. soon, there would be no difference between you and the character on screen, and he’d be just as obsessed over you, if not more.
