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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 🪦

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

Your brother is such a loser.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.)

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

I just wanted to ask if you could make a masterlist for it, cos i love re-reading it and scrolling it through the works gets a little confusing

Like every work related to it, Including mangaka rafayel, fanfic writer xavier and everything else

I hope this doesn't come across as demanding

Please and thank you🙇‍♀️

hello, yes i can make a master list…by that i mean hopefully i can figure it out…this blog is such a mess 🪦

i’ll try to do it chronologically so it would be more clear what’s actual plot and what the headcannons are hahaha so it doesn’t get confusing

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.

Ghhhhhh oh my god, yes…yes…

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…

Atp I’m in the trenches, god do I miss the days when I just wrote fanfics and played lads.

Heyy this was really sweet to ask <33 I’ve actually just finished surviving through a really rough time irl with medical studies and everything but there’s just so much more to get through…ugh. Why can’t life just let me post about Caleb is peace

About posting, I really should post more bcos I do still log on and read all of my asks (sorry I don’t answer them as often), but I’ve actually been holding back a little from posting bcos I’ve gotten some comments through my asks recently about my posts being disgustingly and immoral and things along those lines. real mature of them…just block me, there’s no need to send in those kind of comments.

Also, not that i want to air it out here, but I’ve also gotten some slightly creepy invasive comments about me as well. So yeah, as a whole I’ve been slightly put off from posting in these last few weeks.

post-kidnapping idol!mc zayne headcannons:

- Zayne gets a big blow in the face about the reality after he kidnaps you. Idols are expected to have that cutesy-ness about them, and of course you had to put on a similar act while you were part of the group...so what's this new personality of yours? He understands you must not be happy being kidnapped, sure, but trying to act all mature and upfront with him? Being upset? Refusing to dress in the cute clothes he bought you? Cursing him for kidnapping? Your voice is suddenly so deep (you dropped the faked high pitched squeal). No that's not right. That’s not the same idol he met at all the concerts and meet n greets and handshake events and album signings…he tells himself that you’re trying to be someone you're not. You are the sweet and cute fan-adoring idol girl, truly, this whole new act of yours has to be stopped.