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HIHIHIHI,, boi guess who i am >:3cc

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[accio-victuuri]

XZ is back in Beijing! 🏡

[brb-on-a-quest]

i'm back!!

Maya?!?!?!??!??!?

[onwriting-hrarby]

Hi Hera!! How are you doing? You most probably don’t remember me but I’m a huge fan of eremika and was a bit active on aottwit during 2022. I remember being so happy and ecstatic to find my people on the internet with whom, I could talk to about my love for aot in general! But the part I loved the MOST, was being able to read the extraordinary fics that the talented people of this fandom were able to produce. Amongst them, was yours! I remember when RJ and Instead They Said were still being written and EremikaFics would post an update, the fandom would go crazy gushing about your writing. I don’t know why I never picked up your works until it was too late. I wish I could go back in time and read RJ and ITS while they were releasing (lol)!!

unfortunately, I also remember the drama that went on in aottwit and the incessant hatred towards so many skilled writers.

This message is erratic, random and completely irrelevant… BUT I wanted to thank you for being such a major part of one of my favourite communities on the internet (however stupid, people may be on aottwit haha). If, by any miracle, you decide to put RJ and IST on ao3 again, I will run as fast as I can and make up for all the times when I didn’t read them, even though I could’ve 💗

Once again, thank you so much 🫶🏼

Oh my god, Lavanya!!!!!!!! It IS you! This ask has made my day, so thank you very much for taking the time to write. How has your life been? I've been not only very busy, but also writing a lot of OG novel, so I've been growing apart for fandom for a bit. <3

Thank you very, very much for your words. I was talking about it with my fandom friends just recently: it did have bitter moments, but in the end, writing for this fandom make me more skilled, and to realize what I truly wanted to write in real life. So every word and hate I got, I think it was worth it!

Oh, RJ and ITS are my babies. As you may know, I hid them because I am a little bit paranoic and i don't want to train any AI or be of inspiration of any writer (because I want to do OG novels with them) but it makes me very happy that you still remember them. I would put them up for a bit for you, too, or I would send you the link, but I fear that when I've done so in the past, people hasn't answered (in the literal way: I sent the files and I never got an answer) and that made me a little bit sad. Because even though I'm trying to protect my fiction and making it (and me) vulnerable by sharing it, not having a reply makes me fret a bit, I hope you understand.

BUT! I do have two other fics I wrote, more recently, about Eremika. It's called The Ploy and Liquid confidence, and also a little oneshot. Let me send you the links if you are interested! They are much better written, but I don't think they have the pull or the "touch" of RJ and ITS, which are still my best works. But if you're craving some Eremika, please, dig into them :)

And if you ever want to talk, or interact, I am so glad you are back, and so, so grateful for your comment again, truly. I don't have emoticons in my computer keyboard, so you'll need to imagine the hearts properly: <3<3<3 <3

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[jin-boyang]

boyang jin, 4cc 2023: seven nation army

[lovenona]

"You're right," he coaxes as he basks in the feel of your lips below his ear, leaving a trail of wet kisses as you explored. Your weight on him is comforting as it molds perfectly, reminding him that you were meant to be his, and his alone. "You haven't passed out."

Baji wraps his arms around you once more, fingers gliding over your soft skin as he hoists you up, adjusting you to give him better access. He spreads his legs futher, his cock hardening at the feeling of your went cunt that slides over his length. He resists a groan, instead opted to kiss your exposed neck, sucking as he goes.

Really, the coffee table looks tempting. But perhaps another day, when work won't catch him the very morning after. If you were really tired (to which he doubts), it won't take long for you to pass out if he fucks you like this on your couch.

So Baji sucks, rough and delicious, and you muffle a moan on the crook of his neck as he works a finger into you, prodding around your delicious warm walls. "Like that?" Two fingers now, massaging at the bundle of nerves in you, leaving you aching like a fresh wound. Your body twitches above him; you're sobbing curses, praises and his name all in the same breath as he moves his fingers faster in your cunt, eliciting moan after moan as he stretches you further.

He knows what he's doing, completely aware of the fact that you could never give yourself pleasure the way he does. He takes a nipple between his teeth, teasing it to hardness; and you arch, offering yourself to him like a sacrifice.

"No more games," he whispers against your skin, "Alright? Let me make you feel good."

– baji

omg hello baji anon how are u !!!! are u drinking water!!!! how have things been!!!! 

baji keisuke is electric: electric fingers, electric tongue, electric being. it’s him and me and nothing else, his fingers along my skin, his teeth on my pulse. it’s the delicious offer of his cock against me, of the universe he offers. i take it, greedily, as i always have and i always will. it’s my hands on him, tugging at the hair, tracing his cheek, while he devours me and i devour him.

it’s as it’s always been, as it always will be: two insatiably fucked-out lovers who simply cannot, will not, ever get enough.

it’s like the first time all over again when i feel the sensation of his fingers when they find every sensitive place. he always knows where to go, what he’s doing; and while it infuriates me, the way baji uses myself against me, i can’t help but love it, too, the way he knows. i try to keep the noise to myself but i can’t. it reverberates into his skin like a spell, a perfect melody to the way my hips writhe in a silent prayer of more, more. 

and i think this is it, too, what with the way the base of his palm hits my clit just right and his fingers dance my favorite waltz and his teeth are on my chest like he owns the space there. i think this cold be it because the world is reduced to him, always him, like a sun at the center of the universe.

no more games, he’s saying, breath hot against searing skin. let me make you feel good. and this is him, the baji at the end of his jealous tirade, the baji no one else knows but me: the insatiable one, the lover, the divine. 

okay, i want to tell him. i want to take his face into my hands and kiss him blind and tell him it sounds wonderful to me, but i'm clenching around his fingers like a vice and i can’t think of anything but this orgasm he’s bringing me to without blinking.  

“keisuke,” i keen instead, a hymn. “fuck, keisuke.” 

i grip his shoulders like i’ll die without him and bury my face further and let a long-needed orgasm wash over in waves: a powerful thing that snatches my name from me, that lets me writhe and dig my nails into baji’s skin and sob his name in a chorus because fuck, does it feel good and fuck, do i want more of it.

the devil might work fast, but baji works faster. i let myself mumble profanities against his pulse as i hold him, as i feel him get hard again and hum with desire.

“keisuke,” i say again, but i’ll let him decide what it means.   

[sxintisms]

@shadesnguns liked for a Halloween/Riss' Birthday starter! ------ "Pam! What the fuck are you doing to my sister?" "Uhhhh... Giving her Green Russians?" "Not that!" "Oh! I'm tying her up." "Why?! I'm not letting you guys make... Tit bondage porn in my living room!" "That wasn't the point! Even though that isn't a bad idea..." "Pamela!" "Sorry! We were planning to tie her to a tree, scare the kids a little. Mari is gonna do her make-up to make her look scary!" Pam said, hearing a knock on the door. "And also, someone's at the door, Miss Catsuit." "Like YOU'RE complaining about my Battlesuit Jill Valentine costume." Clarissa grumbled, grabbing the candy bowl before going over and getting the door. "Hi! What candy ya want- Oh." Clarissa said, glancing over her shoulder before moving the door to hide the weirdness that was her youngest sister and her girlfriends. "What's up, Johnny? And... This ain't real. FX make-up." She then pointed to the nasty looking puncture wounds and fake scars.