#someone get the reference...pleaseeeee...

[ivy-vinezz]

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PLEASEEEEE SOMEONE GET THE DEAR DIARE REFERENCE HGJTJRJRRJ but yeah these were fun to make I think im a pretty silly guy yknow hahahaha ahahahah hahaha hah ha h

[pelibirdie]

Hi guys welcome to my essay:

Here are the cultural references I caught playing Touchstarved ANDDD my Eridia worldbuilding theory + observations. I’ll cut to the chase for you babygorl, Eridia is inspired by Middle East + Mediterranean. One could even argue, Turkey.

We will be looking at 3 things: Eridia’s physical structure(Architecture, geography), word origins, cultural references (like food, clothing, weapons)- with the current non-backer available knowledge we have right now.

I double-checked with internet but Im open for feedback correct me if I’m wrong OR you have any additional input🧍‍♀️

1) Eridia’s Structure:

Eridia’s architecture is confirmed to be somewhat inspired by Istanbul. This was confirmed in the livestream now posted in the RSS youtube. The houses we see in Lowtown are examples of the old turkish houses that were mentioned. We also come across mosque-like towers and domed structures. Also very prominent in maybe not specifically Istanbul architecture but def Middle East overall.

Evidence A: a1) Eridia Lowtown houses / a2 a3) traditional Turkish houses. A3 more picked to fit the vibe of Lowtown the source is Researchgate

Geographically, lowtown and Hightown are also VERY Istanbul given that the Lowtown seems poorer compared to Hightown, which is similar to the European side of Istanbul across theeeee drum roll pleaseeeee BRIDGES! CORRECT! Boom Istanbul land geography reflected in Eridian structures! Since we know Eridia is also separated by a bridge between Lowtown and Hightown, it feels not unique to Istanbul alone but at least resembling the European & Asian halves of Istanbul

Vere mentioned the weather being “Dreck”, idk what that really tells us geographically but I’d love to hear your thoughts.

THEORY: Location wise, Eridia is giving Mesopotamian locations. With river and all. We know Vere had said “this was more than a miserable (sth i dont recall before my laptop broke so I cannot replay the game rn someone reblog this w that Vere scene)” which leads me to believe that Eridia was once abundant-ish. Mhin also said its not that bad and the streets are now considered eroded (makes sense bc of water damage.)

The senobium is also a religious learning place and could serve as an institution more resembling of a historically islamic school: a Madrasah. Which also studied the sciences commonly during the Ottoman period. Madrasahs can be secular or religious. The Ottoman ones did study the sciences but outside of Ottoman Madrasahs I’d love to hear if they were secular or not (Even Ottoman Madrasahs were not entirely secular institutions.)

2)Word Origins:

Senobium written as Cenobium for us- is like a monastary that encourages community more than solitary. And the word itself has greek origins, coming from the word koinobion apparently). Leander is also probably greek bc of his name origins(Leandros- look up the myth of Oleander), but we can also see some other symbols/ references related to other greek myths like the pomegranate wine, the triple moons, the keys (HECATE AND OVERALL UNDERWORLD SYMBOLISM WAKE UP PEOPLE HE’S A- gets killed) waterways are also somewhat common in ancient sites (for any city close to a water source)

Eridia as a name can possibly originate from the name of the Greek goddess Eris- and it makes sense given the chaotic nature of the city. Mhin themselves said Eridia was never perfect which hints at some level of inevitable chaos.

3) Cultural references:

Mhin’s dagger- looks like an Italian stiletto dagger.

Evidence B: Mhin’s dagger vs an Italian stiletto dagger

Leander’s dagger- that’s a khanjar. These daggers are sometimes used to symbolize “manhood power and authority”. But take what I say with a grain of salt and feel free to correct me :)

Notes: Keep in mind that these dagger references are meant to show the blade not accurately determine where the blade is from-the argument is made for a region not a location. One could even argue this to be an Indian khanjar because of the handle.

Evidence C: c1)Leander khanjar / c2: Persian Khanjar / c3:Ottoman khanjar

Vere’s decorations feel Italian as well when paired with Mhin’s dagger. Kuras’s earrings are feel like they can be somewhere in Middle East (not super sure), Ais himself is an outsider to the city so no wonder nothing he has particularly matches what’s going on as Eridia’s vibe.

We look at Mhin’s blouse? Giving European bbg idk what to say especially those sleeves. And the overall silhouette.

Oh and btw. The lamps are Turkish/Moroccan lamps. And we have a silly little cup of what might be a funny Turkish coffee cup in MC’s room :)

(More evidence will be in reblogs)

But now that we are at the end of it all, if u actually came this far allow me to now get a bit more sentimental with my words: Dear @redspringstudio I don’t know if you will read this or see this post. I’m also sure we cannot get a confirmation(for now) if any of these are true or not. Either way, I have so far never seen Middle Eastern references in a horror game before. Neither have I seen it done well-made too many times. I have followed the old work of some of the developers on the team and had came across a similar, heartwarming world building with again, Middle Eastern tones to it. Everything I have said today might be a speculation, perhaps I am really reaching with some things I say. But at the end of the day it really really warmed my heart to play this demo and not only freak out about the characters, but the world as well. To look around, frantically take notes and double check my current knowledge to make sure I was not delusional when making this post is really something not a lot of games can make me do. This is yet another reminder that representation matters, and that small hints in a good world building can really touch someone. I remember giggling with my friends and going insane over collecting the evidence for this post, and it will forever be one of the sweet memories I have had when playing visual novels for me.

Enough of being mushy go like and reblog so I didn’t end up wasting my hours and shit/j

[axiina]

pussy drunk coryo PLEASEEEEE I NEEEEED

short drabble of pussy drunk Coriolanus Snow cuz it's so hot i can't. this man would eat you out for hours and then fuck you after that

fem!reader, smut

warnings: using of 'you' referring to reader, NSFW || overstimulation, unprotected sex, fingering, oral, p in v, soft Coryo

18+ minors don't interact

Rarely are there days like today when Coriolanus can devote himself to pleasure without thinking about the fact that his Grandma'am could hear what was going on behind the wall, in his bedroom.

That's why he was incredibly grateful to Tigris for managing to get the old woman out of the house.

That way he could spend some time in private with you, without worrying that Grandma'am might have a heart attack if she found out that her little, innocent Coriolanus wasn't so innocent after all.

Usually, when you spend time together there is no way to have more fun.

Although the older woman doesn't have the best hearing this one seemed to get alert when Coriolanus was bringing someone home.

This was understandable. She didn't want little copies of Coriolanus running around Snow's apartment in the near future, but no exaggeration!

After all, the boy is growing up and sometimes needs to relieve himself in some way. Quickies weren't enough, so whenever his cousin decided to help by leading Grandma'am out of the apartment he always tried to use this time the best as he could.

At this point, his mind feels hazy as he is sitting in between your legs and eating you out like a starving man. His hands have a grip on your thighs holding you in place so you won't move away as he keeps abusing your clit sucking and brushing his tongue against your little bundle of nerves. He moans against your pussy, his fingers deep inside you. Your thighs are pressed to the sides of his head.

"Coryo, noo!" you whine when your boyfriend doesn't stop his action after you came again. He keeps going and his only reaction is looking up at you. His usually bright blue eyes darkened noticeably, and pupils widened.

His cock is painfully hard at this point but he won't touch yourself. Not now. Your pleasure is his pleasure and he can't pull away now. Your taste is just too addictive. His tongue slides between your folds as your grip on his blond curls tighten and back arches.

Coriolanus wasn't the most experienced but he knows your body as his own palm. He knows which spot will make you feel the best and moan the loudest.

You didn't have to wait long for your thighs to tighten around his head as a wave of pleasure washed through your body. You are breathing heavily and your grip on his hair loosens as he moves his mouth away with a small groan. Coriolanus presses soft kisses to your soft thighs and stands up from his knees. He approaches your tired body and leans down to kiss your lips softly. You moan against his lips feeling your taste on his tongue.

When you thought that this is the end you feel as he slowly pushes his cock between your folds. You whine still feeling sensitive but he kisses your forehead and wraps his arms around your body.

"Shhh, you can do that. Just enjoy, love" Coriolanus whispers and moans softly as he slowly lowers his hips.

You feel like his dick is stretching you nicely and shaky moans leave your parted lips. You start feeling sore but it's just too good to stop. Especially when Coryo presses his face to the crook of your neck and his sounds are making a knot in your abdomen tighten as he completely loose himself in feeling of your soft walls around him.

It won't end soon, that's for sure.

[mellowyellow236]

The TWST boys write letters to Yuu/The Prefect!

All of them except for Ortho+Checka are meant to be interpreted as romantic, but many can be interpreted as platonic as well. The reader is gender-neutral, but more feminine adjectives will be used when referring to them. Characters will probably be a bit OOC.

Minor spoilers for their respective books in each section, but I try to keep it as spoiler-free as I can, except for who overbloted. If anyone has any questions or comments, please leave an ask or comment :) All are under the cut.

NRC:

Heartslabyul:  

Riddle Rosehearts - 

My dearest rose, 

You are the loveliest person I have ever known. It is a miracle that you chose to get to know me, and even more so after I hurt you and your friends so deeply. I have made many mistakes, but you, my rose, look past them. I understand that you may choose to go home one day, but even so... 

Please just give me a moment of your time, a fraction of your thoughts, and I’ll be satisfied. Any inch of you that I can get, I want, even if you still believe me a tyrant. If it pleased you- No, if it only made you look my way, I would gladly break any rule of the queen’s or my mother’s. Understand that, my rose, and I am sure you’ll know what remains unsaid in this letter. 

Yours Truly, 

Riddle Rosehearts 

Trey Clover - 

Prefect, 

Hello. I wanted to thank you, first and foremost, for helping out Heartslabyul so much. You’ve been a very good influence on Ace and Duece, and it’s nice to see Cater open up to someone. Not to mention, Riddle’s been improving every day. I can’t even describe how much you’ve helped me... I just hope you know that I’ll always be grateful for what you’ve done. You’re welcome at Heartsabyul at any time. I have some donuts waiting for you if you want. 

From, 

Trey. 

Cater Diamond - 

Prefect, 

Heyyy! Whatcha doing right now? I’m sooooo happy that you came to NRC even if, like, all of the housewarden’s tried to ratio you. I do not subscribe to that, BTW. #NotCool, #Yikes-A-Tron. But,  like... On a more serious note, I am happy that I got to know you. It’s nice to have someone I can just be myself around. No drama, no expectations, just... Yeah. I know that you’re gonna leave at some point, and it’s almost a relief. You’re honest about it, which is something that many can’t say. 

Ugh, that was probs TMI! I’m not trying to trauma dump here, oops. There’s this cute cafe that opened up downtown, totally Magicam-worthy. You wanna meet up there sometime? 

- Cay-cay ♦️  

Ace Trapolla - 

Prefect!! 

I need your help! So, Trein’s got this super hard test coming up on Friday- Like, Riddle-got-a-99-last-year level of hard. Yeah, that’s without the extra credit, but STILL! That’s failure to the tyrant! So, you’ve got to come over to Heartslabyul right now and help me study. Pleaseeeee!!!! I’ll owe you one! 

Oh, and don’t bring Grim. Deuce’s also got plans, there’s no need to ask him. You know, in case that matters to you. 

See ya, 

Ace 

Deuce Spade - 

Dear Prefect, 

Hello, how are you doing? Can you believe that it’s already been so long since we became friends? When we broke that chandelier, I was ready to never talk to you again... But now look at us! I’m on my way to becoming an honor student, and you’re working on finding your way home! I’m happy that you’re going to be able to go soon, I know how bad it feels not to be able to see your family (and probably friends in your case) after so long away, but also sad that you’ll be leaving us. 

I’ve got it! Let’s get your ghost camera, and we’ll take lots of photos of us all over campus! Two of each, so that way no matter what, both of us will always remember what we went through together. That sounds like a good idea, right? 

From, 

Duece 

Savanaclaw: 

Leona Kingscholar - 

Herbivore, 

Hey. You’re an idiot, you know that? You’re stupid and impulsive and don’t know when to quit or give up. That’s why you keep looking for me in the botanical gardens, right? You just don’t know when to stop. I’m sure that you’ll realize I’m not worth your effort soon enough. But until then, you have to come to see me more often. You’re my pillow, I don’t get good enough sleep if you’re not there. 

I’m in the usual place. Get over here as soon as possible. 

- Leona 

Ruggie Bucchi - 

Hiya, Prefect... 

I’ve been thinking, and you should let me come over to Ramshackle and fix the place up for you. No upfront cost, of course, but... I want the right to use the kitchen as I please, whenever I please. 

Why, you’re asking? Shishishi... Not telling. You’ve just got to trust me on this, I’ll make it worth your while. Then again, maybe I’ll just blow the kitchen up and you’ll have to live at Savanclaw again! That’d be fun, huh? 

If you don’t want me to, ya better give up your kitchen for a little while! I’ll get that microwave up and running again in no time.

- Ruggie 

Jack Howl - 

Dear Prefect, 

Hello, have you been feeling alright? I’ve noticed that Crowley isn’t the best provider of food. While on my morning runs, I’ve noticed Grim loudly talking about how he doesn’t have enough tuna. He does it pretty often. So, I’ve thought of a solution; You could try eating breakfast with me. I always get big portions, so you could have some. If you want, I could even try lifting you and carrying you places. I need to get better strength training anyway, and then you’ll have a buddy to get stronger with. It’s always better to have a friend with you. 

From, 

Jack 

Octavinelle: 

Azul Ashengrotto - 

My Pearl, 

Allow me to start this letter by saying that you are truly the crown jewel of my riches and that none can replace your beauty. You are the loveliest, most perfect little pearl, and I adore you with my whole heart. And yet, I cannot seem to convince myself that you feel the same. You say you do, and even if it is a crime to believe your lips hold lies, I cannot believe that to be true. If it was, why? Not just why you would tell me- A scheming man who has hurt you and your friends- that I hold the keys to your heart, but why you would choose what I hold underneath. I’m no good for you in terms of personality or how I look, and yet... You still hold me dear. And for that alone, I want to take you to the Coral Sea where my home lies, but not for a deal this time. Just... Because I want you and my mother in the same place. The two most important people to me meeting... That’s the best thing I can think of, to be honest. 

With Love, 

Azul Ashengrotto 

Jade Leech - 

Dearest Prefect, 

It has come to my attention that you haven’t had a chance to enjoy a proper mushroom dish since arriving in Twisted Wonderland. Now, that will not do for much longer. This letter should contain a box with three containers worth of mushroom dishes. You are to eat them and write back to me with what you thought of each of them. In return, I shall continue to provide you with free food. 

Do be warned, however, that they should all be eaten as fast as possible once you get them in case my brother chooses to throw them out. Also, so that way Grim cannot eat them. I would not recommend it for a cat.

Kind Regards, 

Jade Leech 

Floyd Leech - 

Shrimpy!!!!!! 

You and me. In the courtyard. Now. 

I’m going to squeeze you. 

🐬°˖𓍢✨໋ 🐋✧°.🐟⋆ 

🦐🥢🥢🥢🥢🧨 

I’ll see you later if you want me to or not. 

- Floyd <3333333 

Scarabia: 

Kalim Al-Asim - 

Hello!!!!

I love you!!! I love you, I love you, I love you! You’re the most wonderful person in this school, and you’ve done so much for both me and Jamil! It would be silly for me not to love you. I love how your hair looked in the wind when we went on that carpet ride, I love how you looked in the school’s uniform and how you looked when you tried on my dorms, and I love how you look no matter how you dress because you’re a beautiful person inside and out! I love you, and nothing can change that! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ 

Hugs and kisses, 

Kalim Al-Asim 

P.S. Let’s go on another magic carpet ride soon, okay? I want to show you how pretty the moon looks when it’s full and you’re flying!

Jamil Viper - 

Dear Prefect,

Thank you for saving me when I overblotted. I am aware that what I did was wrong, and I apologize. I hope you can understand where I’m coming from. Either way, I feel as though I must do something more for you to show you that. Please come to Scarabia tonight. I will make you a special dinner if you do. Please, don’t tell Kalim. I want... something special, for the two of us this time. 

See you later, 

Jamil Viper

Pomefiore: 

Vil Schoenheit - 

My Dearest Potato, 

I regret to inform you that you have bewitched me. So much so that I willingly took on a role as a villain in this next movie. The villain falls in love with the hero’s love interest, and then, in a “shocking” turn of events, she chooses the villain to stand by. Of course, they’re both defeated, the hero gets with his childhood friend in some lesson of how love will always be waiting for you, whatever. But I still chose it, even if Neige plays the hero. 

I finally have a love interest, and they remind me of you. You could have stood by his side, you know. You should have. I poisoned him; That action speaks for itself. And yet, you decided to stay with me. Just like how that villain in this story gets the girl the hero originally wanted. 

I’ve won your heart as well, haven’t I? 

Sincerely, 

Vil Schoenheit 

Rook Hunt - 

Trickster, 

Bonjour, mon amour! I could not resist sending you another letter. You see my darling, I long for you like I long for the sunset on a hot day, for an oasis in a desert, for a hint of rain during the dry season, for the sun during the days when it pours. I'd imagine you'd taste like the rain as well, Trickster, and if given the chance, I'd taste again and again, in an attempt to satiate more than just my curiosity. 

Oh, Trickster, have you any idea how you’ve bewitched me? Why, just the sight of you is enough to send me spiraling, wishing for the smallest fraction of a chance that my affections are shared. How cruel is fate, to deny me the right to live and die within your arms? La petite mort would be heaven if it was with you, but death would truly come for me if it wasn’t. 

Je t'aime de tout mon coeur, 

Le Chasseur D'Armour 

Epel Felmeir - 

Prefect, 

I need some help. I found out that milk can make ya grow stronger, and also help you get taller. However, Vil has banned me from drinking it because I drank a carton in two days. Something about it raising my cholesterol or making me break out, I don’t care. So, I need to keep it at Ramshackle. That’s okay with you, right? Well, I sure hope it is, cause it’s getting in there if ya want it to or not! I’ll see ya soon, just make sure it’s in the fridge. I’ll get ya some of my family’s apple juice in return, it’ll be good. I reckon ya liked it last time. 

Epel 

Ignihyde: 

Idia Shroud - 

Prefect, 

Get to my room, and fast. There’s an event taking place, and I need a player two. This one requires another person to be in the same room, so I can’t ask any of my mutuals, and you’re the only one I trust with this. I can’t ask Ortho either, don’t ask why. 

Also I recently got pink lights in my room like those normies. That’s why everything looks kind of pink, it’s not my hair. Just in case you were wondering if I was embarrassed or whatever, you’re wrong. Just get over here ASAP, no time to waste. 

- Gloomurai 

Ortho Shroud - 

Hello, how are you? ( ˵ •̀ ᴗ •́˵) I am very happy to get a chance to talk with you. I have recently learned how to type out these little faces called ‘kaomoji’ that my big brother loves. Here are some of my favorites: 

♡✧( •⌄• ) 

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ 

•ω• 

ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ - This one is a cat! 

I would like to share more with you. Please come to Ignihyde so I can teach you how to get them on your phone as well. I can provide free updates while you’re here if needed. (✿˶◕‿◕˶人◕ᴗ◕✿) 

Sent To: [email protected] 

Date: XX/XX/XXXX 

Return Email: [email protected] 

Diasomnia: 

Malleus Dracona - 

My Dearest Child Of Man, 

If Longing was painful, how much farther would I have to fall to crash and burn at your feet? The only answer I can give is that I already would have. I would build monuments in your name and would offer you the world and more if only you would say you loved me back. 

Could this be considered love? Could these feelings I hold deep within my heart, only to divulge in the darkest hours of the night with none but the stars and you to bear witness to my passion, be a form of love? Or is this simply my yearning, a longing for your heart, and wanting to have someone to call my own? 

The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew that you were the one I wanted next. How I wish I could scream your name from the rooftop, and raise my voice in song only to sing your praises. You have the face of an angel, and I am sure that you must have the mind of one as well, for even if the voices in your head remind you of nothing more than pain and suffering, they have still been able to mold you into the perfection you are today. But maybe you have devils as well, trying to smite you as you sleep, but just as I do all of your angels, I will pick them up and kiss their heads if they are a part of someone I care for so much. You are perfection, Child of Man, and this dragon wishes only to live with the crumbs of affection as my treasures. 

Yours Until The End Of Eternity, 

Prince Malleus Dracona Of Briar Valley Hornton 

Lilia Vanrouge - (Okay so for Lilia I could have SWORN that he calls the prefect ‘Beastie,’ but I can find that nowhere. Literally at all, no one seems to have used it for him, but I know that I’ve seen at least one person do it. I now think that it’s a headcanon thing but I’m not sure, if anyone knows who did this or if it’s canon, please tell me. I’ve been searching for far too long and I am in too deep.)

Beastie, 

Hello, my darling~! I have an easy-peasy little request for you, m’kay? You just need to travel over to Diasomnia, and then... I’ll make you a meal! Malleus has been out trying to find this one gargoyle on campus all day since I brought up wanting to learn a new recipe, and Sebek and Silver both ran off earlier to go help him. I don’t know how to tell them that the gargoyle they’re looking for definitely isn’t at Night Raven College. Raising kids is quite hard, especially when things like this come up... 

But you’ll be there for me, won’t you, Beastie? Pretty please? I’ll see you tonight if you want to, a little date if you feel up to it. Mwah! 

xoxo, 

Lilia 

Silver “Vanrouge” - 

Dear Prefect, 

I had the most wonderful dream. I think I did, at least. I can’t remember it, but I remember how familiar these eyes were, and I knew it was you as soon as I awoke. And I know it's true, that dreams are seldom what they seem... But if I know how you are, then I know what you'll do; You'll look at me the same way you did once upon inside my dreams. And tell me all about the animals that you found with me when I awoke. What I wouldn’t give to hear you tell me about every birdie that comes to me; I’d be willing to fall asleep in the forest every day if only to hear you cooing to the birds when I come to. I wonder if each little bird has someone to sing sweet things to, a little love melody like what I long to play for you one day. Well, either way, I’m growing sleepy now. The effects of my curse will soon be on me once more. I’ll see you either later today or tomorrow, depending on how long I’m asleep. If you need me or simply wish to keep me company, I’m currently resting in the woods. 

Best Wishes, 

Silver 

Sebek Zigvolt - 

HUMAN! 

I have something to show you; A new notebook to be filled, gifted to me by Master Lilia. He said that it is a ‘scrapbook’, which humans fill up with pictures and drawings of themselves and their friends. To fulfill the purpose of this illustrious gift, you must come to Diasomnia at once! You shall be the first of the first years to be added, along with Silver. Prepare enough of those photographs you have to fill half of the book. The other shall be dedicated to Wakasama! 

Sincerely, 

Sebek Zigvolt  

RSA+NBC: 

Che’nya - 

Prefect... 

When are you going to visit RSA, huh? It would be purrr-fect to get a chance to see you again. You’re quite the pretty purr-son, dontcha think? Or maybe I’ll just drop by at the next unbirthday party... Riddle and Trey would like that, but I wonder what you’d think. Hum-hum-hummm... 

Kitty Kisses, 

Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker <3 

Neige Leblanche - (The Reader is called NRC’s ‘princess’ in this one, but not called a woman or anything)

My Dearest, 

Hello! How are you fairing? Have you been doing okay since the VDC? I know that you looked pretty shaken up back then, so I wanted to make sure that you’ve been okay. After all, you’re NRC’s princess! As far as I can tell, anyway. I’m happy that there’s someone around Vil like you, he always looked like he needed a good cheering up. And you’re like a fairytale! Such pretty hair and eyes and skin; Oh, I’d ride away with you on a white horse if I could! 

Ah, that’s odd to say to someone I don’t know very well, isn’t it? I’m sorry, that’s my fault. You still want to be friends, right? If you do, please come visit me at some point. Or, just send me a letter back. I’ll make sure that you get priority over any fan letter. 

Love, 

Neige Leblanche 

Rollo Flamme -

Mon Amour, 

There are times I wish I could tear you down and take you apart only to sew you back together. Rip you to shreds only to tenderly put each piece back where it should be. Drink from you until there's nothing left and then fill you up with all of the love I could offer, make you mine and mine alone. Those greedy thoughts shouldn't even make their way onto this paper, shouldn’t even be in my head, and yet here I am, penning them in a letter never to be sent. 

I truly wish you never see these letters, for I'd hate to be the reason your face turns to disgust, even if for a moment. Of course, I don't regret writing them. You will never read them, after all, but I believe I should get my thoughts out like this rather than bottle them up, lest I do something stupid and let you see them. I pray that you will never have to see me in a state like how I write to you, over my bedside table in the dead of night, eyes barely open and breath still recovering from dreams of a sweeter pleasure than I should sully your name with. 

I mention those dreams I have of you a lot, it seems, although I mean it in the most innocent way possible. Ever since I met you, you've infested my dreams and wormed your way into my heart like a parasite I can't rid myself of. My dreams are all of the sweet moments I have longed for and never gotten. I only have eyes for you, after all, and a saint may never lie with a sinner, lest they become one as well. 

Bonus: 

Checka Kingscholar - 

To Perfect, 

Hello! I am Checka Kingscholar. I am fiv years old. I like my unca. I like my dad and I love my mom. I love you! Goodbye! •ᴗ•

[th3-3d3n-g4rd3n]

hi!! I love your writings, I was wondering if you could do a sub zuko fic where the reader edges him? If you don’t mind ofc :D

UH YES I CAN (i was waiting for someone to request my boyf - i love you!!!!) and i'm sorry it took so long for me to replyyyyy, you're so sweet whoever you are i feel so bad 😭

☆彡༄

sub! Fire Lord Zuko x fem!dom! reader

(no anatomy described for reader, referred to as "pretty girl")

all characters are 18+

cw: edging (obvi), teasing, punishment type thing, nipple play, masochism (kinda… zuko rec.), tying zuko to a chair, zuko doesn’t actually get to cum in the fic (oops), begging, ball gag

507 words

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Zuko was a tease. All day he had been teasing you and to be honest, it was working. Stretching so his shirt lifted up, ‘accidentally’ bumping into you from behind (TWICE), putting his hand on your thigh when you were having dinner with your guys’ friends and family. He never stopped.

“What are you doing?” you whispered in his ear after you felt his hand drift further and further up your leg. All he did was smirk at you and turn back to his friends, he must be on something if he thinks that he’s going to get away with teasing you all day.

So, here he was. Naked, his ankles tied to the legs of his throne and his wrists tied to his throne arms. Squirming and writhing under your gentle touches up and down his body. Ball gag in his mouth to keep him quiet.

“Do you regret your choices yet, Zuko?” you ask him teasingly as he glared down at you, as you were on your knees, embarrassed on how much your slight touches were affecting him, meekly shaking his head no and smirking up at you. “Don’t worry…” you pinch his nipple, making his back arch from pain, “I’ll make sure you will.”

You trace your fingertip around his tip, wincing at the feeling of your nail on his sensitive head. You let out a menacing chuckle, basking in the feeling of power this boy gave you with how at mercy he was for you. You take out the gag to hear the pathetic boy's once-muffled pleas.

“Please… just touch me…” he whispers out gently. You couldn’t help but blush as you felt yourself get aroused at his weak begs. Of course, you couldn’t tell him this or he’d start getting confident. “You’ll sit there quietly and take what I give you, okay?” you say, to which he looks down defeated and stays quiet.

Startling him, you start to pump his dick quickly, so quickly that he doesn’t have enough time to adapt. He squirms under the new intensity, “slow down! slow- I’m gonna cum!” he blurts out, you stop. “No you’re not.” you say and smile at him innocently. "SHIT. No no no no pleaseeeee don't do this, I need it, need it so bad, pretty girl, please." You smile at how desperate he is, tracing your fingertips up and down his thighs to keep teasing him.

You repeated this process a few times, jerking him off and stopping once he got close. At this point, he was begging for mercy, squirming and writhing around as to try and finally cum, you were about to let him too. That was until you heard a pounding at the door and a shout, "Lord Zuko! Are you there? It is time for your meeting with the other Leaders in 10 minutes!" You chuckle at the unfortunate timing and start untying the ropes, "Well, go on then, Fire Lord. Your city awaits you," you mock.

Let's just say he didn't speak much during the meeting.

[charwritesoasis]

even playing field, pt 1/2 || noel gallagher

summary: it’s hard for you to get a read on noel. he has a reputation in the scene, especially among other touring crew, as someone who works hard and plays even harder, but you’ve never been allowed access to that side of him. he keeps you at arms’ length. at first you’d thought it was to do with your sex – maybe he doesn’t think a girl can keep up? – but you know that’s not true because you see the way he treats the other women in their lives. you’ve had no choice but to come to the conclusion that he just has an issue with you. unfortunate, too, considering you’re head over heels for him. author's note: hi hi this is my first fic for noel i hope you love it !! i got a little carried away hehe also my first multiple part fic soooo pls let me know if you like it, it'll motivate me to keep writing the rest (it's mostly written already!) also regardless of warnings i ask minors not to engage w my stuff pleaseeeee i'm so serious!

pairing: early 90s noel gallagher x f!reader word count: 3.7k warnings: none in this part but in the next one......just u wait

“Oi, that isn’t too heavy for ya is it, little one?”

“Shove off, Gallagher,” you scoff, hoisting an amp up under your arm, but your smirk betrays you. You know he’s joking, and you can’t help it; you adore the boy. You’re two years older than him, but he insists on treating you like a kid. Liam pokes your side as he passes on his way back outside, and you nearly drop the amp onto his feet out of spite. The gravel of the alley behind the venue threatens to set you off balance as you trudge through the side door and right onto the squat, square stage. You’ll never get enough of the feeling of watching it all come together.

You’ve been helping Guigsy and Bonehead with their gear since the early days of The Rain, before Liam had joined and suggested the band’s name be changed – thank God for it. You’d never told them, but you hated that name. Oasis suited them much better. You did the work, and since you got along well with Liam, too, it just made sense to them to keep you on.

Though you aren’t officially on the payroll, the band feeds and houses you on the road, keeping your mind and your body busy. They always toss extra cash your way when they have it, and the drinks flow free when Oasis are around, which doesn’t hurt. And then there’s the music.

It’s a tragedy that you love it so much, having no musical talent whatsoever yourself, but you’ve always known you wanted to be at the forefront of something as it was happening. Watching Oasis come up, and quickly, you knew that you had made that a reality. You’re more than happy to keep doing work for them under the table, cash coming your way sparingly, as long as you can continue to be in the room when everything happens.

When Liam’s brother, Noel, had come back from touring with the Inspiral Carpets and been asked to join Oasis – well, the dynamic had changed for good then. It was hard to ignore. He had scraped together all this experience on the road and when he walked into Oasis, he’d commanded enough respect that they’d started referring to him as chief – a childhood nickname, you later learned – nearly immediately. You’ve always felt like the guys considered you a part of the group, but with Noel around, you feel that less and less.

Simply put, it’s hard for you to get a read on Noel. He has a reputation in the scene, especially among other touring crew, as someone who works hard and plays even harder, but you’ve never been allowed access to that side of him. He keeps you at arms’ length. At first you’d thought it was to do with your sex – maybe he doesn’t think a girl can keep up? – but you know that’s not true because you see the way he treats the other women in their lives. You’ve had no choice but to come to the conclusion that he just has an issue with you.

Unfortunate, too, considering you’re head over heels for him. 

“That’s worth a lot, you know,” Noel mutters as he pushes past you, one hand brushing your back. You shudder at the contact, minimal and through your clothes, like you’ve never been touched before in your life. “Maybe don’t carry it like it’s a Christmas ham?”

You swallow, thick, around what you really want to say: do that again. “If you’ve a problem with how I’m lugging along with your gear, why don’t you just carry it yourself, yeah?”

“What’d we be paying you for then?”

“You hardly are as it is.” Noel’s chin tilts, winding up to fire off an insult no doubt, when Liam steps back into the building and clicks his tongue in your general direction.

“You two,” Liam whistles, gesturing over your shoulder to where the venue manager stands chattering to the rest of the band, “need to knock it off, right? The bickering is doin’ me ‘ead in. Theirs, too.”

“Comin’ from you,” Noel mutters, but he bites his tongue after that, cuts you a stern glance, and stalks off to his side of the stage. The amp you’re currently cradling is his, too, and you realize with a sigh that it needs to be set up directly next to where he’s stood winding his bleedin’ microphone cable around the stand. 

“This goes just there,” you say, clearing your throat and pointing to Noel’s left when he turns to look at you. The bewildered look on his face shouldn’t catch you off guard, but it does.

He scoffs. “Then put it there?”

You roll your eyes and sidle up next to him, your arm brushing his as you work, the heavy smell of lingering smoke on his sweater driving you slightly wild. He takes quick notice of how close you are to him and snaps at you.

“D’you mind?”

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you, Noel, I feel I was pretty clear that this is where the amp goes.” You crouch to tape a power cable along the floor at the front of the stage. He’s too quiet, and when you glance up at his face, he’s stopped messing with his own cable, nostrils flaring. “Not like you watch me set it up every night or anything. What else am I meant to do with it?”

“Set it somewhere else until I’ve finished? Go do something else?”

“Oh, fuck off, like what you’re doing is more important? Draping your microphone just right?”

“Draping?” He rolls the r – forcefully. Noel’s cheeks are tinged pink, the beginnings of a flush creeping out from underneath the collar of his sweater, as well. He’s just about to lean down into your face when someone clears their throat just feet from you.

“Oi,” Bonehead calls from in front of the stage. “You’re disturbing the locals, you are.”

“Can’t you just keep it in your pants ‘til after the gig?” Liam is smirking at you, hands perched on his hips. 

You flush angrily and glare up at Noel, your eyes catching on the muscle working in his jaw. You’ve properly pissed him off, you know that, but he started it. Brushing your sweating palms onto the fabric of your jeans, you stand, backing up. 

“Right, then, you lot can take care of the rest of this on your own. I’ll be in the van; don’t even think about asking me for anything before you’re due on stage.”

“Wait–” Noel calls after you, and you don’t turn around, just keep walking until you’re outside, the cool breeze in the air making you shiver. You’re tempted to kick the door shut behind you, but you figure that might be a bit much.

You take time to cool off, watching the sun set between the buildings from the passenger seat of the van. There’s not much to do but think, and so you do: about the blazing look in Noel’s eye when you’d quipped back at him; about the way he looked in that green sweater; about how desperately you wished you could be in his good graces. It didn’t seem fair to you to be the only one on the outside.

Liam comes to find you eventually, when the sun is all but gone and the small queue that had gathered has been let inside the building. He leans against the side mirror, pack of smokes in hand, and gestures for you to crank the window down. You relent and do as he asks.

“He doesn’t mean it, y’know,” Liam murmurs, lighting a cigarette, taking one drag, and then offering it to you without a second thought. You take it, your fingers brushing his, and feel the humming in your blood almost immediately after it touches your lips, like a placebo. “He just says things, cruel things, and he knows it. He likes gettin’ under your skin.”

“Well, he does a better job at that than setting up the stage, I’d say.”

That makes Liam laugh, but he shakes his head. “He thinks y’don’t like him.”

You cross your arms over your chest and stare out the windshield toward the venue. “Right now I do not.”

“Yeah, you’re mad at him now, but he’s sure you hate him f’real. Like he came in and ruined a good thing is what you think.” He takes the cigarette from between your fingers, puffing on it silently.

You turn to face Liam, your own eyes meeting his baby blues, trying to gauge whether he’s telling the truth. Liam hasn’t ever had a reason to lie to you before. “Why would I think that?”

He shrugs. “Beats the living daylights out of me. You’re a nice girl.”

You glare at him for that comment, but you furrow your brow, glancing back toward the venue. Quietly, almost to yourself, you say, “Without Noel you wouldn’t be Oasis.”

“Yeah, he knows tha’. We all know tha’. Think he’s just, dunno, insecure since you’ve been here longer’an he has.”

“Barely. That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Hey, didn’t say it made much sense at all. Just think it matters that you know. And I need you two to figure out your shit before this whole thing implodes.” He gestures, one finger moving in a circle in the air in front of him. “We’re gonna be big; can’t have you lot fucking it all up with your weird sexual tension.”

You open your mouth to argue and Liam barks out a laugh before you can get a word in edgewise.

“God, should see the look on your face.”

“Fuck off,” you mutter, but there’s no bite to it. He takes a long drag, cheeks hollowing, before handing the cigarette back to you and nodding at you to finish it. You pinch it at the base of the filter. “I’ll try to talk to him.”

“Yeah, you should.”

“I don’t think he’ll want to talk to me, though.” You decide to hand the cigarette back to him without taking another drag. You’re already buzzed enough as it is without the added nicotine.

Liam shakes his head, dropping it to the ground and crushing it under his shoe. “I do.”

The show goes well. You keep an eye on your watch and make your way back inside when you know the band are already onstage, flashing your all access laminate to the security guy at the front door. You’d kept to yourself til after start time, because you couldn’t stand the thought of the band all watching you warily after earlier’s outburst, like you’re a bomb set to explode.

Already halfway through “Rock N Roll Star,” you station yourself close to the right side of the stage, where Noel stands with his sunburst Epiphone. You meet his eye and are shocked to find his face shifts softer, like he hadn’t expected to see you but was pleased nonetheless. That’s new. He plays harder than you’ve seen in ages, head tossed back, eyes squeezed shut. More than once he takes his bottom lip between his teeth, and if you didn’t know better you’d think he was watching you while he did. 

With their set nearly over, you make your way back to the tiny green room, cracking open the bottle of vodka from the band’s rider. The liquor burns as it goes down, your veins alight not only with the alcohol, but with the feeling of witnessing Noel work like that. You sit and drink alone, your mind wandering, waiting for the telltale absence of music that indicates the band are about to appear backstage.

Liam’s the first to arrive and pulls you up from your seat, sweat dripping from his hair. He rubs a hand across the side of his face. “Got his spark back, r’kid has.”

“What?”

“You stood that side on purpose, yeah? Man’s not played guitar like that in weeks. Could hardly keep up.”

“I – I didn’t stand there on purpose,” you stutter, but Liam shakes his head.

“Nah, s’a good thing you did, man,” he says, and when he glances over your shoulder you know the rest of the band have made their way backstage. He cups the back of your head and you’re surprised by the gesture. “Go on then, killer.”

Liam pulls away and runs off to God knows where, readying himself to hold court at the afterparty, likely, and you brace yourself as Guigsy, Bonehead, and Tony all slide past you, murmuring different variations of “good gig, eh? Pub?” You nod at them and gesture for them to go on without you.

“Give me a sec and I’ll get a start on load out,” you say to a chorus of groans. 

Bonehead’s not having no for an answer. “Come ‘nd have a drink with us first!” 

You shake your head and angle your chin towards the stage. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Noel making his way down the short hallway, and your breath catches in your throat. 

“Bossman’s here,” you joke, avoiding Noel’s eye as best you can. “I better get a move on.”

“She’ll meet you there,” Noel murmurs and is met with an “aye, chief” on Bonehead’s part. They shuffle away, grabbing their meager belongings and muttering amongst themselves, trying to remove themselves from what they anticipate will be an uncomfortable situation, no doubt.

“Look,” Noel starts, but you shake your head and tug at his sleeve, pulling him the short walk back to the stage. He follows – not reluctant; he just follows – and lets you guide him out the side door to the alley where the van is parked. He nearly crashes into the back of you when you stop short and turn on your heel to face him.

“You think I hate you?”

He stammers, then gives it up after a moment and shrugs gently. In the dim light, he looks caught out. The two of you stand there staring at one another for a beat longer than is comfortable, and while you wait for him to speak, the persona he’s built seems to fall apart. His eyes look sad, almost, but he grits his teeth. You take a deep breath and cross your arms over your chest, cocking your head. 

“Well, I don’t, alright? I don’t know where you got that impression. Have I ever made you feel unwelcome?”

“No, but –” 

“Right, then,” you mutter, narrowing your eyes at him. “Quit actin’ like it. You’re more a part of this band than I am, no need to be insecure.”

“S’not true,” he murmurs in response. There’s a tenderness in his voice you weren’t aware he was capable of expressing; it catches you off guard. “You belong here.”

“Right, well, how’s it that you find every opportunity to impress the opposite upon me?”

There’s a pause and he lets out a shuddering breath, shoulders dropping right before he takes a step forward, crowding you against the brick wall behind you. 

“You intimidate the fuck out o’ me. You know what you’re doing. You just – you make me feel fuckin’ crazy,” he confesses, his gaze now level with yours. Pupils blown, lips bitten raw, you hardly recognize the man standing in front of you now. “Can’t think when you’re around. Not used to that, I’ll admit. It’s really thrown me off.”

You wouldn’t have guessed that’s what would come out of his mouth if you’d been given a million chances. You stutter, struggling to hold his eye, but you place one palm on the center of his chest, making a fist around his sweater. Your breath catches in your throat. “Don’t know what you mean?”

“Think you do know.” Noel shakes his head, makes a disbelieving noise, then leans in further. He tucks his face into your neck, his lips nearly touching you. Every nerve ending in your body is alight, the anticipation of him headier than any drug you’ve ever tried.

“You drive me…fuckin’ mad,” he breathes, and when he exhales through his nose, you feel it against the sensitive skin behind your ear. One of his hands reaches for your hip, squeezing, pulling you flat against him.

“Do I?”

“Yeah.” Noel drops his chin to mouth along your clavicle through the fabric of your tee. You nearly moan at the feeling, biting your lip to ground yourself. He grins, his other hand pushing up and under your shirt, his touch featherlight against the skin of your back. “It’s like, from the moment I joined the band you were always there, always in my line of sight. So headstrong, just pushing me. Temptress.”

You laugh at the way he says it, reverence and admonishment all at once.

“Everything about you makes me feel like I’ve gone off, like I don’t know what to do when you’re there, but the alternative is worse. When you walked in the room tonight it was like every light went out but yours. Couldn’t focus on anything but you and that guitar in my hands. Swear. Like you lit a flame in me, too.”

“Okay, fuckin’ songwriter.”

He laughs into the side of your face, bringing the hand on your hip up to fist the hair at the back of your head. “It’s workin’ though, yeah?”

You bring your gaze up to meet his and the blatant look of want in his eye punches the air from your lungs. You nod slowly, watch as a lazy grin curls across his mouth. He looks smug. Like he’s gagging for it; like he’s just found out you are, too. 

When he flicks his gaze down to your lips, you say his name like a warning.

He hums, tilts his head to study you closer, and tucks his bottom lip into his mouth. “You want’a go get a fuckin’ beer, is that it?”

“They’ll all know something is going on if–”

“Let ‘em,” Noel interrupts, leaning down to press his mouth to yours. You inhale sharply; the way his bottom lip slots perfectly between yours feels like a cruel joke, so warm and so plush. An unexpected intrusion, but a welcome one, so you kiss him back, and when he presses his hips against you, you feel him. All of him - how hard he is. How badly he wants this, you. The thought floors you, and it takes every ounce of self control within you to pretend you don’t notice; this only seems to encourage him. The hand in your hair grips tighter and you groan into his mouth.

Noel mutters against you, “Not like they don’t all already suspect we’re fuckin’.”

“News to me,” you laugh, but you can tell there’s a warmth spreading across your cheeks. Noel’s nose brushes against yours. and he hums, low in his throat. You swear you can feel the sound reverberate in your gut. And – god, fuck, his fuckin’ nose. Your imagination betrays you and you get a flash of his face pressed between your legs right behind your eyes.

“Been hard since we were onstage,” he whispers, and this time the groan escapes you before you’re able to stop it. He ruts against you and your pulse quickens. You hook your fingers in the front of his jeans and pull him closer to you, though there’s not much room between your bodies to begin with. He kisses you again, this time deeper, and your knees buckle slightly when you feel his tongue slide against yours. From the moment you met Noel Gallagher, you’ve wanted him, and now here you are. Just when you had begun to think this was a lost cause.

With your body pressed to the outside of that venue you would have let him do anything to you, but a car honks its horn the next street over, and you start in his arms. Quickly pulling away from him, you glance over his shoulder and bark out a laugh when you catch your reflection in the passenger window of the van. What the fuck are the two of you doing? 

This seems to snap Noel out of his trance, too. He clears his throat and releases your hair, brushing his fingers over it so it lays flat again. Your eyes flicker over his lips, swollen and pink. From deep in his chest Noel groans, “I – fuck.” 

“Couldn’t have put it more plainly myself,” you murmur, watching him as he steps even further back, running a hand through his own mop. He seems to shrink, slightly, in the aftermath of whatever just happened. Huffing a breath through slightly parted lips, Noel gestures toward the venue.

“I can help you with the gear, if you want?”

“No, no, s’okay,” you brush him off, your heart pounding in your chest. If Noel stays with you you’re not sure you’d be able to keep your hands off him. He makes a face like he can see right through you, and you wouldn’t be surprised if he can. 

You watch as he adjusts himself, still half hard in his trousers, and the sight of it dries your mouth. “Y’alright?”

“What?” He glances down at himself, then clicks his tongue. “I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.”

“Sure?”

“Hundred percent,” Noel says, but he doesn’t sound convinced himself. He clears his throat and tosses his chin in the general direction of the venue. “Don’t do all that work y’self, right? Leave some of it for the boys.”

You roll your eyes back into your head. “For the boys? Fuck tha’.”

“Don’t start, yeah, you know wha’ I mean. Just – come ‘nd have a drink with us before the sun comes up.”

“Fine, I’ll try.”

“M’serious. Loosen up, have a bit o’fun.”

You promise him you’ll meet him at the pub in fifteen minutes, not a minute longer. He makes you swear on your life and laughs when you do. You can’t remember the last time you’d seen him smile so much. It’s a welcome reprieve from what had seemed to you like his usual cloudy mood.

Noel backs away, eyes locked on yours as he goes. When he reaches the venue door, he winks at you before disappearing inside. Your stomach flips, and you tilt your head back to gaze up at the night sky. Just an hour ago you’d thought the two of you would never get along, and now you know what he tastes like. You want more.

God, you are so fucked.

alriiiiight if u've made it this far let me know what you think 🤍 i should have the second part done shortlyyyy mwah!

[ningvory]

payment methods — ning yizhuo

CW: noncon, landlord gp!ning, reader has a boyfriend but ning doesn’t care, darcyphilia, power imbalance, creampie, cumming inside, squirting, ning has a thing for pretty girls, crybaby reader, ning’s lowk a perv and she REALLY hates readers bf, lowk yandere vibes from ning, tummy buldge, breeding kink, nipple play

word count: 839 words

anon ask? yes!

this is very noncon so pleaseeeee read with caution!!

ningning knows this is wrong, she’s a business woman and she should really evict you and your bitchass boyfriend from your apartment. it’s been multiple time that your rent payment had been late.

even her friend, karina warns her that her weakness for pretty girls would soon get her in serious trouble. but she honestly can’t help herself! the way you plead to her with tears threatening to fall, telling her to give you a few more days and that you promise you’ll pay the rent, while wearing shorts that are far too short. she can’t help but think about ways to corrupt you.

so, here she is infront of your apartment door once more, waiting for you to open the door.

once you open it, your eyes almsot automatically begin tearing up and mouth opening to speak but she beats you to it, “y’know, there’s other ways you can pay me,” she says. eyes dark and slowly walking closer to you.

you don’t understand what she means by that so you just look at her shockingly, “really? i-ill do anything i swear!” you babble out. you’re so naive it has her chuckling.

too innocent that you let her lock your door and she’s immediately pouncing on you, pushing you to the wall and pinning you there while grinding her already hardened cock into your ass.

“w-wait—i didn’t mean this!” you sob, desperately trying to free yourself from her grip but that does nothing but push your ass into her even more.

“i’m being nice and offering you another option, take it.” she mutters, making whimpers fall from your mouth.

your lips began to quiver and you let your tears ruin your face when you felt her hands slide up under your oversized shirt to grope your tits.

“no bra? tch, you’re basically asking for someone to fuck you, pretty.” she mutters, before diving in the crook of your neck to suck your neck.

she began to suck on your neck, taking a deep breath of your scent before moaning. she ran her hand under your shirt to grope at your tits. squeezing them before pinching your nipples, making you whimper at the stinging pain.

“n-ning—it—hurts,” you whine out between sniffles wanting her to stop tormenting your tits.

“oh don’t cry, baby, it’ll be over quicker if you cooperate.” she slides her hand down to remove your shorts and panties and unbuttoning her pants before removing her boxers, revealing her hardened cock leaking with precum.

you let out a unintended gasp when she pulls your hips back to meet her cock, pushing into your tight cunt with a whimper from the tightness.

“w-wait—stop! d-don’t wan’ it.” you cry and try to run away from the feeling of her cock bullying her way inside you.

but oh, ning doesn’t care what you want, she’s gripping onto your waist to hold you in place before pounding deliberately into you.

“you d-dont wan’ it? so whys your cunt squeezing me so well then?” her words are a bit slurred and she’s struggling to keep her pace.

“n-no! i’m-i’m serious! a-and what—if—what if he comes back?” you ask her, referring to your boyfriend. you try and put up a fight that you know you’ll loose, you’re trying to twist and squirm your way free but to no avail, causing her to growl in your ear, “fuck—him, he doesn’t—fuck!—deserve you anyways. you’re fucking mine. g’na mark you up so everyone can see who you—fucking belong to,” her mind is hazy and she’s struggling to make a full coherent sentence. nothing but the thought of breeding you in her mind.

she’s fucking into you wildly, chanting, ‘you’re mine, g’na fill you up’ repeatedly making you moan and drool all over yourself at the feeling of her big dick pumping into you.

her saying how she’s gonna fill you up with her cum as your cunt squirting all over her and the floor. but she continues to fuck you through it.

“please don’t come inside,” you protest, but your cunt is saying the opposite, your dripping cunny is suffocating her cock, making her whine and pump into you quicker and sloppier. she moans one last time before pushing her cock all the way in and holding your hips in place. thick ropes of her warm cum start spilling into your cunt.

the overstimulation and her cum painting your insides white causes your body to shake. you think it’s over when she pulls out a little but she starts her abuse on your cum filled cunny once more. you choke back a moan, “n-no—” you cry from the sensation, her cum began to leak out a little from her pumping herself once more into your cunt.

“sorry pretty.” she coo’s before pressing down on your tummy bulge, “gotta make sure nothing goes to waste,” she adds on. you’re too far gone to even realize what she’s saying so you dumbly nod at her words, letting her use your weak body as she pleases.

[midnight1nk]

So, the Silence of the Cats movie....

[spoilers below cut]

OMGOMGOMG IT'S TIME!

Y'know I have to put this on the big screen, full HD quality. I got my ramen and bingo cards, I'm SO ready!

3... 2... 1... happy new year oh wait LET'S GOOOO

[the following is my live reaction:]

frame one and I'm already hyped

OH OH are we starting off like we did in the trailer?

it's giving across the spider-verse vibes, ifykyk

OH GOD THAT'S EVEN WORSE. she got hit by a semitruck AND a car?! gurl are you ok?

and she's limping a bit. it was for a second but it counts!

the character of the hour....

*points at screen* THERE HE IS

I'm SO ready to punch his face right about now

ooh the animation tho okay Team

"That's probably not the biggest problem on their plate right now!" WPNZ, what did you do? where are the kids?

bc i swear i'll—

....OH HELL NAH I AIN'T TRUSTING THIS

WHY IS THE PIZZA BLUE?!

oh god did the Team see what I wrote?

YEAH YEAH kids, this is practically a hostage situation so PLEASE for your mom's (and my) sake you get outta here 😨

IKIK but kids, pleaseeeee

WPNZ, YOU ARE NOT PART OF THIS CONVERSATION WE'LL GET A CHANCE TO "TALK" (read: fight)

"Points for effort right?" oh you did NOT just say that to her AND to me. this isn't a "game", it's a family

ARE YOU FUCKIN KIDDING ME?! nopenopenope

kids, this is for your safety i promise

Zach omg, I know you're upset but geez

YOU *angry microwave noises*

THANK YOU KAREN, I was about say KICK HIS ASS

for a guy like WPNZ, Karen is pretty good handling him on her own. strong woman/cat, we love to see it

"Cmon! You know that "contract" jobs paid in DROVES-" AAAAA I'm gonna fall off my chair already

HITMAN INC. MENTION

seriously why is he here?!?!?! i wanna rip someone's head off

WHAT?! KATANA?! as in the sword?

OH that makes so much sense. WPNZ, Katana. Karen was a stray after all, she probably didn't give herself a name. or maybe Katana was just the codename given to her by the corporation and she used to refer to herself as that.

YEAH don't deadname her!

*head in hands* no one's letting her move on :(

"there it is, that glare." ew ew ew i HATE that. I'd rather have the fight.

i hope the kids aren't hearing this—

GODDAMMIT NOOO

yes kids, just give a moment to sort out this beef we have, ok?

don't. you. dare.

*slams desk* YOU MF

that's a VERY good question, Zach (please flashback storytime please)

YESSS

oh we're just going to sit on the floor, ok?

it was obvious that partners would grow attached to one other. A bond like this relies on blind trust, knowing that the other would do the job. And eventually, caring for each other's safety, for a job with high risks.

but ofc this turned out terrible for them and Karen did the right choice taking care of her kids without him, not getting her hopes up that he'll be back

And the team pulled off a spyxfamily moment 😌↕️

*angry microwave noises*

i LOATHE the kind of parents who think that financial support is all the kids need

literally him 10 minutes ago: "ahh ahh ahh, language. Wouldn't want the little ones hearing would we?"

oh, so when YOU say it, we're not supposed to judge?

fuckin hypocrite

ALL 👏 KIDS 👏 NEED 👏 SAFETY 👏

wait... was that supposed to be a frozen pizza? so all this "slaving away making dinner" was all for frozen pizza. well I was right about it being the case in my trailer analysis.

...I don't like how his face changed

NOPE *snap fingers* get tf out of here. this is part of a larger con, he's trying to make her feel guilty

huh, it looks like a day has passed (please tell me 4's recovering rn)

good on her getting security devices after what happened

SWAG! you're actually getting a scene and not just an appearance, yay 🎉

hey. hey swag. can you do something for me? could you uh arrest someone for me :) why? well he's a threat

WHY ARE YOU conveniently HERE?

ok WPNZ, you were stalking before but now you're just doing it to piss me off

not even government-level weapons could go against him ah fuck

"becoming weapons"? NOPE NOPE we're outta here

NO MEANS NO.

ew ew ew don't you ever say that, WPNZ

*points at screen* hey look, fnaf! (let's not think about the door, ok? ok)

aw katie 😭

this is going to come back somehow. i can feel it.

just Karen being a cool mom

"Kataanaaaaa :D" PISS. OFF. :)

that's right, let's not provoke him with whatever he's planning

it's not just an arcade game smh

*more angry microwave noises*

YEAH WPNZ what would you know about parenting? huh?

HHHHHH i hate that he makes a good point but I'm going to still keep reminding myself that he has bigger plans in mind

compromise is a big thing in parenting, especially when dealing with younger kids 😌↕️ (this is what KAREN did, not wpnz)

*ahem* uh you mean, HER kid

team istg PLEASE don't redeem him

this is a ploy this is a ploy

EXACTLY some things CAN'T BE FORGIVEN

YEP BYE

NOOOOOOO

ough her kids are her world.....

"AND NO WEAPONS" ah see, she said no WPNZ so bye creep :)

OH HELL NAH WPNZ, YOU DON'T GET TO PULL A SONIC ADVENTURE POSE. NOT ON MY WATCH.

those rocks are shaking, i don't trust that

WHAT DID I JUST SAY?

GO KAREN, SAVE YOUR KIDS

.... I'm sorry wha?

don't tell me that's bc.... *points at WPNZ* ....is it?

IT'S GENETIC?!

i...just. uh. how do i. i think we need to move on.

NONONONO YOU DON'T GET TO HUG THEM

he's winning them over, nooooo

it can't be like this. team please.

And he's teaching them how to become assassins, godammit

oh Karen, it's because they gained new "superpowers", ofc the kids would be happy about it. it's not on you.

"secret mission"?

THAT'S IT. THIS IS WHERE WE DRAW THE LINE. ABSOULTELY NOT. YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT AFTER YOU SAID "I understand that you don't want them to go killing" MF

WE CAN'T TRUST HIM WITH ANYTHING HE SAYS. KAREN, GET HIM

(oh, i didn't expect karen to say "absolutely not" like i did)

ROOTS?! ARE YOU KIDDIN ME

yep, he hasn't changed AT ALL. been telling you that this is just a con somehow

...oh no

....chat i'm this close to snapping.

first off, WPNZ didn't need to steal the "pick your poison" line from me

second, no, don't do this to me team

first with 4 and now. please don't.

I'M ACTUALLY CRYING, CHAT

like I know the movie's not going to end this way. it can't, right?

istg if this is how it ends, you're going to see me on the news

THE SHOWGROUNDS?! OH OH is it happening? what's going on?

4 MY BOYYYYYY 😭😭😭 i'm crying even more now

you're okayyy. i knew you would be but you're okay and that's what matters

AND YOU GOT BANDAGES? y'know what? I'LL TAKE IT

i'm not even mad bc you can justify it as, timeline-wise, it's been a few days after the events of "Enough is Enough" so 4 could've been recovering during that time

↑ yeah I'm going to make a fic about it

and it's SO in-character for him to be walking around while he's recovering

don't think about how the bandages are on (1) covering his logo particularly from his left side, (2) exactly on top of where his lobotomy scar would be, and (3) around his right hard in which was the first limb that broke free of the goo's corruption in IGBP. let's not :) <- I say, y'know like a liar

I'M OUTRIGHT SOBBING RN

4's talk was exactly what Karen needed. Ben lowkey was right, 4 really is the key, to help Karen

And it means so much more, considering how Luke became a content creator and it was Kevin who supported his passion, to be happy. it truly came from the soul of the whole channel, to the Hobo Bros.

this show, man......

AND y'know how I said that 4 to me is basically "that friend who gives a caring and supporting talk while getting a ride home from the airport" kinda vibe. now you see what I mean?

he would really do anything to not lose his friends, even from their own despair

(ok we have to keep going or else I'm going to start crying again)

YEAH KAREN, GO GET YOUR KIDS BACK

yep, WPNZ favors Katie out of her brothers oh no

oh kiddos, it's not a video game :(

WPNZ... they are LITERALLY KIDS. ofc they're going to joke around.

oop, we got some hesitation. please, I hope the kids turn against him

Again. they're kids.

BRUH WHY DID YOU DO THAT?

THEY'RE 👏 KIDSSSS 👏

arcade? this isn't a GAME. They don't wanna do this :((

aw no they're crying. stoooooopppp.

Karen I need you to come in right about now. Karen. KAREN.

LET'S GOOOOO, NEVER MESS WITH A MOM

ZACH'S CRYING? AW NOOOOO 😭😭😭

...WPNZ, I'm going to uno reverse what you said to them: how about you piss off?

HHHHHHHHHH i'm going to snap

yea no, it's not going to happen the same way like last time

i LOVE how different WPNZ and Karen talk to the kids here in taking whose side: WPNZ sees them more as one unit and what could they potentially do if they were stronger, smarter. To meet the standards of a legend. Keeping on referring to them as "weapons" and not kids. For Karen, she kneels down to their level, calls them individually by name, admits her wrongdoings (unlike WPNZ for what happened earlier), and whatever they will or will not be, she will still love them no matter what. They don't have to be legends, just be happy, it's all that matters to her.

and the kids chose their mom 😌↕️ THE POWER OF TRUE FAMILY

oh so you're that type of parent. Karen, get his ass.

I got a feeling who might've animated this fight scene

OMG DID HE JUST DECLAW HER?! 😨 now you gotta go (not die exactly but still)

OH YEAH? AND GUESS WHO THEY CHOSE THE SECOND TIME, WPNZ?

FINALLY SOMEONE SAYS IT! thanks zach

"A." well said, cory. such a beautiful speech right there 💙

it turns out the fight team-up was Karen with her kids all along! well, to be fair, we didn't know the kids's genes are them having weapons for limbs

GO GET HIS ASS THIS IS SO HYPE

"You screwed with the wrong family..." YES YOU DID

now we can curb-stomp him :)

Finally, an actual homemade pizza made by Karen

don't fight for food tho, kiddos

see? compromise 👍

oh. it's not over yet guys. hold on.

*looks at the magenta and cyan lights* .....heterochromia 4?

is the corporation going to come in? perhaps? maybe?

...wha?

NO STOP YOU BETTER NOT

THERE'S ONLY ONE PERSON I KNOW WHO WOULD SAY "DEAR"

NO WAY IT'S HIM AIN'T NO WAY

"A friend." OMG NO WAY I'M WRESTLING WITH MY DECK CHAIR RN STOPPPP

LET'S FUCKIN GOOOOOOOOO

THAT'S HOW YOU BRING HIM BACK AND END A MOVIE

WE ARE SO BACK oh this was fantastic

alright merch time!

KAREN PLUSHIE LOOK AT HER

Luke: "That ending, I wonder what that stinky SMG4 has in store" well, I have a couple theories—

LOOK AT THIS 💳💥 💳💥 💳💥

WHY AM I SO BROKE?

look at the katphish family, dude ueueue

*ahem at the Puzzles figurine*

……….eye of ra *explodes* (i mean, what else do you expect from me? NOT talk about goop!4? *points at blog bio* yea no, I will)

"the pencil case is probably for the younger viewers" DOES IT LOOK LIKE I CARE? i NEED it............

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

Now, you're probably wondering what I think of the movie, and the answer?

This has been one of the best movies I've ever seen. The writing, the voice acting, the animation. Spectacular all around, the Team really cooked on this one. I just. I have no words.

hey, shadow did say we were gonna get surprises, and oh boy we did.

Perhaps some things didn't happen in the movie/we didn't get to see and, honestly, screw it! It surprised us more than we could ever realize and I do hope the hype I brought to you guys made the movie worth watching bc it deserved the praise.

Karen and the kids learning what it means to be a true family. WPNZ, as much as I love to hate on his character and calling him yucky, he was incredibly well-written and I'm glad that the Team didn't give him a full-on redemption path. It feels realistic that he would try but ultimately his personality and desires was what crushed him at the end, if he didn't view the kids as potential weapons/assassins.

AND MY BOY 4 💙 I already said what needed to be said but golly he's such a sweetheart. how can you hate him? (no seriously how? I can never understand it.) personal hc: the Castle lights were set to "low" just to help 4 not get a headache, which conveniently set up the tone for the scene.

So. can we talk about that ending?! OMG MR. PUZZLES IS BACK!!! I can't believe it. Well, sort of. It's not that Mr Puzzles wouldn't be able to contact the outside world from solitary confinement. He absolutely can. See? I told you all he could. I just couldn't have ever imagined that he's starting to collect villains like pokémon. Likely making his own "Crew" to go against our SMG4 Crew. And y'know what it could mean? That's right: PUZZLEVISION+ and that also means, there's goop!4 theory potential 👀 especially with the lighting at the end there (ik the meme, ik but let me have my bliss for a sec).

Funny enough that Mr. Puzzles really said "You look lonely. I can fix that" to WPNZ. So..... hitshow, anyone?

Anyway, let's see what the Team has to say:

"You have no idea how long i've been waiting for this moment. Hope you'all enjoyed the movie the SMG4 team really did a amazing job!" — anaidon

"Glad ya'll liked the latest #SMG4 movie I got to be a part of with the animating styles. As for the ending though... [evil laughter]" — star

"MR PUZZLES YA VIENE CABRONES" [mr puzzle is coming, you bastards] — ben (YESSIR! and you were kinda right ben, 4 was the key all along)

"Hello SMG4 community, hope you all enjoy SMG4: Silence of the Cats Movie. I animated the sad/emotional scene which is kind of scenes I prepared myself to work on since I joined the team. I put so much effort into this scene [the first "pick ya Poison" scene of the kids choosing WPNZ over Karen], ensuring that I create the same emotional impact to you guys just like every other emotional scene in SMG4. I was nervous that I wasn't able to meet everyone's expectations, but seeing your reactions, All the doubts have wasted away. When animating the tension between Karen and Mr. WPNZ, I wanted to strongly emphasize the emotions from the amazing voice acting performed by Elsie Lovelock & Gianni Matragrano who were amazing. Also the crying texture that I used in the end of my scene was made by @/theartistisme43." — braden (you did an amazing job, dude, one of the scenes that made me first cry, bravo. and ay, Cantro got some credit for the textures!!!)

"The cat is figuratively out of the bag, I guess, haha. I animated the climax scene of SMG4: Silence of the Cats. For reals one of the trickiest things I've had to animate outside of the WOTFI raps, but damned if I'm not content with how it all came out. Of course, this was not a solo effort. Everyone else on the SMG4 team should be proud of themselves. Aaron, Braden, Anaidon, James, Paul, Star, ThatMadMoose. AND our newest additions, Clubbins and ShockHat. You two did amazing. Gotta also sing the praises of Gianni. Absolutely killed it as Mr. WPNZ, and was an honor to animate something with his voice. Here's to hearing him voice the armed boi more in the future. — shadow (I KNEW you worked on that badass final fight scene, haha. glad I was able to recognize your work! it was so satisfying to watch.)

Seriously, the Team has done an incredible job, and I always loved sharing their posts about their work to yall. They deserve the credit. And this is just the first arc of the year, my dear fellows. I can't wait to see what comes next, they do be scheming 😊↕️

and it's SO funny that few of the team are reblogging "you look lonely" fanart with Puzzles and WPNZ, or even the ship itself, in a crack ship kinda way. Peeps, you know what to do :)

Well, this is long enough already, so I'm going to cut things here. Again, this movie had me speechless for a whole 10 minutes. I'll also be posting my bingo cards later, which btw thank you to everyone who participated. It's been a blast! I'll see you all next time, and remember: numbers always go first!

...so anyway, heterochromia 4: