#boredom overtook me

[tinyshe]

#Beef Chilli Dogs #Corn Dog Twists #Chili Dog Baked Potatoes #Indiana-Style Corn Dogs #Chili Dog Pizza #Grilled Cheese Dogs #Jalapeño Popper Dogs #Mini Mac & Cheese Dogs #Quesadogas #Pickle Dogs #Hot Docos #Chili Cheese Dog Cups #Garlic Bread Hot Dogs #Everything Bagel Dogs #boredom overtook me #search engine lead me to hot dog dinner #and gave me the hot dog dot org #wanted fancy fancy hot dog dinner #not whining #just bored

[screampied]

horny reader sending toji soapy titties pics when he's out so he gets home and makes her cum by just playing with her nipples and talking her through it :3

۫ ⭒ toji talking you through an órgasm after you tease him with pics while he’s at work

warnings. fem! reader, dirty talk, nipple play, fingering, praise / mdni.

you always loathed whenever toji had work, meaning he’d be gone for so many hours.

boredom always overtook you.

you’d be laid on the bed, specifically his side of the bed while having a staring contest with the ceiling. nevertheless, you get an idea so you decide to take a nice relaxing bubble bath. with a good thirty minutes of straight silence—you reach for your phone, snapping a good two pictures of tits. the pretty bubbles of soap that ran down, you bring a hand up to give your nipple a soft squeeze as the camera flashed before sending it to toji.

giggling, you watch as the message immediately goes straight to read, meaning toji opened your picture immediately.

of course, it took toji about thirty seconds to actually reply — all he replies with is with a subtle, “That’s cute. I’ll be home in a few.”

deeply in thought, you pondered what that was about, you just couldn’t wait for toji to finally be home. you clearly missed him and even changed into something pretty for him.

nothing too risqué….

just one of his oversized shirts, you knew he loved whenever you walked around with nothing but one of his clothings. after drying yourself off and moisturizing with candied smelling lotion. you crawled back into the bed and as if right on cue, toji came through the door.

“toji!” you’d beam, stretching your arms out and about to hug him.

“nah baby, don’t touch me.” he grumbles in a gruff voice—you took in his scent, a strong rousing cologne scent that left you craving for more. he got into the bed and you gasp once he lifts up your ; his shirt. “you know you’re in trouble right?”

you grow quiet as he snuggles up against you, sliding off his shoes before bringing your straight into his arms. “what for?”

“girl,” he utters in a rasp, you let off a soft moan once toji drags you towards his lap—you’re facing the opposite way of him, and a rough hand of his grabs onto your right tit. “you’ve got some nerve, princess. not only were you touching yourself while i wasn’t here, but you also sent pictures of yourself to me while i was at work,” and you start to softly pant, feeling him swipe a thumb against your perky nipple. “what if i was around people huh? and they saw my cute baby all exposed ‘n provocative?”

“i’m…s-sorry, you huffed out a frustrated breath. his touch was so warm. you started to feel yourself getting heated, in that kind of way. the way that makes you drenched between your thighs. “you were gone all day ‘n i thought i’d show you myse—”

“i understand princess but you shouldn’t be touching yourself in the first place,” and for a moment his voice grew smooth and tender—you slump your head back against his chest before he moved his free hand towards between your legs. “what’d i tell you about touching yourself, girl? besides, ya can’t even do it properly.”

you heard the low snicker follow shortly afterwards, and he was so smug and condescending.

“ya can’t even touch yourself right, what makes you think you can make yourself cum?” he murmurs against your neck before playfully licking a stripe against your tender skin.

you start to whimper, feeling him squeeze against your left breast, another rubbing against your panties.

“i-i can.” you pout, intaking a sharp breath from the sheer warmth to of his touch.

“baby, y’er fingers are fuckin’ useless,” he chuckles. you frown from his teasing before you let off a soft moan once you feel toji’s thick fingers graze and brush against the middle part of your panties. “gotta do everything for you,” he sighs, planting a kiss against your collarbone. he felt you breathing back against him. you gnaw on your lip as toji’s still playing with your breasts. “did you touch down here?”

your breathing continued to pick up, and you squeeze your eyes shut for a brief second. “um, no.”

“um, yeah,” he hisses. toji’s jaw tightens and you let off a needy mewl once he runs a thumb down your slit before feeling it slowly sink in—you’re so wet it happens so easily, and your heads just lazily laid back against his chest. “if you didn’t touch yourself, how come you’re all drenched?”

“i was—”

“dumb soaked liars shouldn’t speak,” he cuts you off, and you moan once he presses a little pressure against your hardened nipple, feeling a bit a few droplets of water trickle down. “i don’t hold grudges though, especially not with you, baby,” and his words were tame and smooth right against your ear. “but i feel kinda bad. least i can do is give you an orgasm huh? ya want that, princess?”

you sniffle, giving his wrist a firm tug. “yesyes, please. touch me more.”

“shouldn’t do shit after that little slutty stunt you pulled,” he growls, and you moan once he starts to maneuver small circles against your cunt—two fingers now softly making its way inside. toji’s got your panties shoved to the side and your bottom lip quavers. “but…i don’t wanna make my baby more needy than she has to be.”

“toji,” you’d sulk, and the warmth of his breath forevermore continued to blow against your ear whenever he laughed. “make me cum, p-please.”

he was so smooth with his fingers, adding just enough pressure to where you’re feeling yourself grow hot and bothered each second.

“no one should see these girls but me,” he snickers, giving your nipple a soft squeeze. you were so sensitive, especially there—yet he knew that. “her too.” toji coyly grins, the top of his fingers prod against clit as he feels you bare around his digits. “can’t leave ya by yourself can i? i can just imagine how many others times you were here waiting, playing with yourself, hmpf.”

“it— it was just this one time.” you moaned, immense tension building up. a sudden breeze of from the cool air danced against your skin. toji smiles, knowing each exact angle to hit you with his fingers.

you remain sojourned against his chest, and toji brings his chin towards your right shoulder—you conceal an incoming moan once he’s just lightly ramming his fingers in and out of you. it’s sloppy, the plethora rings of squelches sang in harmony and you weren’t sure how much longer you could last. “and it’ll be the last right, baby?”

“yes. promise, toji please.” you’d hiccup, and as he still has one of your breasts in the inner depths of his hand, your legs trembled in longing desire.

“okay,” he purrs, nipping a kiss towards your neck. you pierce your nails into his arm before after a few long tension building moments. you cum, and you cum hard. you eye sight hazy, swallowing thickly you panted heavily. “good girl, good messy girl. relax.”

you huffed and puffed quietly, legs stuttering and shaking with such pleasure that you’re at an almost lost for words. so embarrassing you could barely pronounciate his name. your words broke and broke. “t-to-joiiii.”

“poor baby,” he whispers, fingers still shoved into your pussy. it stays there for the time being before you feel him curl his index finger just a few inches upward towards your sweet nub and you choke out a cry. “ooh. that’s a good little girl,” and his praises went straight to your heart. toji’s hand caressingly trailed down your chest towards your tummy before clearing his throat. “this won’t happen again, will it?”

“m-maybe.” you slur, and you’re taken aback once he turns you over to give you a chaste kiss.

toji stares at you before groaning. “thought you’d say that. what a fuckin’ shame,” and you gasp out a noise once toji makes you land on your chest before giving your ass a playful spank. “i’ve been too nice, princess. now i gotta really show you what your pictures did to me. so arch for me.”

#★vegasbaby. #toji smut #toji x reader #toji fushiguro smut #fushiguro toji x reader #toji x you #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujustsu kaisen x reader #female reader #tw sex

[theoptia]

Marguerite Duras, from The Easy Life

Text ID: Life was really nothing but chaos, and anger overtook me. / Chaos, boredom, chaos.

#marguerite duras #the easy life #quote #french literature #lit #miscellanea #novel

[partycatty]

I can't get enough of young Johnny MK11! I love him, god!🥵 How do you like this topic for fanfic? Fem!reader put his jacket and glasses on his naked body, and took sexy selfies.😎❤️‍🔥 Johnny saw this aaand here I’m already giving way to your fantasy hehe~

Thank you in advance! I like the way you write! Well done💕

i'm not sure if i read it right ?? lmk, but i went with my interpretation

johnny cage > call me

johnny's out late working, as usual. you've had enough of waiting and decide to bait him into coming home early

warnings: PHONE SEX TEEHEE

notes: do you guys also like genuinely tweak out wishing he was real? he's so perfect? peak malewife? wishing u were [REDACTED] his [REDACTED] rn?

masterlist

• you were often left to your own devices when it came to living with johnny. he, after all, was a star constantly running around on new projects. any studio would be at his knees for just one contract. he was hollywood's richest man, and you were lucky to call him your boyfriend.

• sure, it had it's moments. the paps stealing upskirt shots from you wasn't ideal, neither was the bush stalking. but you could see past that. what was hardest was when johnny would be gone all through the night, dressed in that stupid ninja mime getup that you learned to loathe since it pulled him away more than his other works. does the world really need a ninja mime trilogy? yes, apparently.

• boredom overtook you, since browsing on your phone for eight hours was now becoming a horrible habit on your neck - and mental stability. you took to mopping the floors, tidying the countertops, dusting his awards. finally, you settled on your walk-in closet.

• it was spacious, big enough for you to each get a side. your side was always decently organized to your liking, but johnny's was... atrocious. jackets hung on one sleeve, some on the floor. the only thing that was neatly organized on his side was the giant rack of sunglasses. he always had a pair to match the outfit and occasion. he probably had about three pairs on him at work.

• as you tried to rearrange his clothing, his distinct, classy scent filled your nose, sticking to the inside of your nose and you couldn't help but feel heated. you missed him, him and his dick. you took a deep whiff of his iconic blue and purple jacket, the one he left at home knowing he'd have to get in costume anyway.

• you threw it over yourself, embracing your torso and spinning in the mirror. it fit him perfectly, but on you it was like a blanket. the sleeves sagged off of your arms and your midsection was swimming. his size was impressive, his form shaped like a greek god.

• you couldn't help yourself, the memories of him and scent turned you on. blame pheromones, dammit! but, you realized you could take advantage of this.

• throwing your shirt off, you donned the jacket again, wearing it like he does - chest exposed. a purple pair of sunglasses practically screamed your name from the rack and you put them on. you looked just like him...! no, not really.

• touching yourself in his clothes was not a new idea, but there certainly was a new idea blossoming in your head. you pulled your phone out and snapped a mirror selfie, trying to flex like he does but your muscles were muffled from the loose fabric.

• how's this for the next cagecon? you text johnny, attaching the photo. you didn't expect him to reply right away, considering he was at work. but before you could lock your phone for the moment, his name popped up within milliseconds.

• don't take me away from work, baby! johnny replies with a winking emoji.

• what if i want to? it's so lonely in your mansion, you reply with an angel emoji, sitting on the edge of your shared bed as you fight a grin. you angle the phone downward, capturing your bare chest. your nipples brush against the jacket, making them stick out through the front. johnny takes a moment to reply, but you feel your phone vibrate once, then twice, then three times.

• fuck, you're so hot in my clothes.

• i'm taking my break early. can't work with a boner.

• the third message was a short video of him palming himself through that stupid costume. the only thing you can thank that outfit for is how prominent it makes his bulge.

• phone sex through texts was also nothing new to you two, considering the distance. as your fingers sink under your panties, assuming that's where things will go before you get a fourth message.

• call me. please.

• you sit up straight, biting your lip. his desperation always got you going. you kicked your pants and panties aside.

• you send one last photo, your body spread out on the bed in his clothes. your hand conceals your dripping pussy playfully.

• why should i? you shoot the message out, giggling at your own words.

• johnny doesn't even reply, he opens your message and calls you. you eagerly accept his call. his voice is echoey and rough. you realize he's hiding in the bathroom. his breathing is heavy.

• "are you proud of yourself?" he asks in a low rumble, trying to stay quiet but his flustered huffing makes his voice whiny. "look at what you did."

• he sends a photo. his cock is eager and out, and you see a teardrop of precum on his tip. you happily exchange that photo for another one, a short video of you gingerly touching yourself. he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

• "i couldn't wait til i'd get home," he admits, and you hear the slick sounds of him jerking off. "i want to, i want to come home and fuck you like that, but i'm here for another two hours."

• "you couldn't have waited?" you ask in disbelief, circling small loops on your aching clit.

• "no." johnny's reply sounded so sure of himself, so convinced in his words. he was as firm as he would've been if you asked him if he killed someone. he knew this to be a fact, he could not wait. "i can't help it, sweetheart. you're just so... god."

• his breaths get heavier and needier, you can sense he's speeding up on himself. you try to match what you assume is his pace, one that he confirms through another video. he held the phone below his dick, giving you a delicious view of his abs and bobbing adam's apple as he swallowed hungrily.

• his arms were painted white, but his hands were his usual flesh tone since he wore gloves for the costume. even still, his veins were incredibly prominent and really helping you reach your climax.

• "we gotta make this quick, baby," he grumbles into the phone, muffling his moans through bitten lips. you're a little louder due to your privacy, much to his delight. "people'll start looking for me."

• "johnny," you whimper out, back arching up off of the bed. "i'm already close." through your haze, you get a video of you masturbating wildly, the jacket now sliding down to your sides and fully revealing your tits as you fuck yourself. "i-i need you, i need you so bad-"

• "i know, baby," he breathlessly replies, straining himself to avoid moaning out your name and attracting attention. "let me hear how badly you need me."

• you could only spew out utter nonsense at this point as your orgasm is dangerously close. he seems to get the memo, though, and gives you permission to cum with him. your needy cries and his muffled grunts make a perfect chorus that you only wish were in person.

• when your breathing slows, as does his, you hear him chuckle to himself. a new message appears in your chat.

• his weeping dick was cradled in his palm, as was a entire handful of semen dripping down his fingers. he wanted to show you just how hard you made him cum from phone sex alone.

• "round one was now," he mumbles as you hear him tear a piece of toilet paper to wipe his hand. "round two is when i get home. you gonna be ready for it, princess?"

• the phone rests on your bare, damp chest as you fixate on the ceiling. you take the sunglasses off and wipe your face with a smile.

• "i'm always ready," you reply with a giggle.

• "that's my girl. see you in two hours. i love you." and with that, he hangs up, leaving you a naked, sweaty mess that's only concealed in his jacket.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage smut #mortal kombat smut #mk11 #mortal kombat 11 x reader #mortal kombat 11 #johnny cage mk11 #marley writes ☆

[vonne-inc]

product: stuck close.

simon "ghost" riley x（ gender neutral reader ）

i really have to stop changing the layout on every post ... i swear i'll keep this one, i'm sorry

anyway, a very short drabble to help my boredom. based on this prompt:

the sounds of footsteps rang within the halls, both you and ghost in uniforms that weren't yours. "no chance in hell this'll work," ghost mumbles, staying close behind you. the light chatter of nearby guards echoing, "trust me—" left, right, left, right. double checking the hallway, "—we're almost in."

both of you were on a mission: infiltrate the enemy base undetected, get as much information as possible, and leave. it seemed simple, easier plan than many you've been on. although incredibly risky. it was easy to be spotted whenever hiding in plain sight. especially while wearing stolen uniforms.

"how am i supposed to trust a bloody thing that comes out of your mouth?" barking back, his gaze sharpens whenever you make eye contact. turning around, pausing your steps as you stood behind a corner. "why shouldn't you? i find myself the most trustworthy."

"you put milk in my tea."

"that was an accident."

"it still counts."

rolling your eyes, you turn on your heel and continue walking once more. down many halls, too many to count as you stayed on high alert.

right, left, right, left— your arm is yanked as you hear a distant yell in a foreign language. they had spotted you.

ghost drags you by the arm, sprinting down the halls as you both try outrunning the enemies. finally catching your legs, you run beside him. a glance over your shoulder, you see a group of armed guards following.

bang, bang, bang. gunshots fired.

ducking your head, with ghost's hand still around your wrist, you make a left turn down another hall. a right turn. one more right. you had to find somewhere to hide, quickly.

you spot a nearby locker. empty and open. using your other hand to grab ghost by the shoulder, without a second thought, you pushed both of you inside as the door shut behind you.

the pacing steps of the guards ran past, continously shouting in their native tongue. the front of your body pressed tightly against his with little to no room to move. silence overtook the atmosphere, the two of you closely listening for anyone else. it didn't sound like anyone was near.

neither of you could directly look at each other. you knew if he could, he'd be staring daggers at you. another moment or two passes.

"is now a bad time to tell you i'm claustrophobic?" you choke out.

the lutienents hand reaches out to the metal of the door. no budge, it was locked.

a sigh escapes from ghost's lips while he pushes his body against the wall of the locker as far as possible.

© nsfw blog: vonne-inc. don't modify, translate, repost, and/or plagiarize my posts without my consent. credit to cafekitsune for the dividers.

#vonne inc. #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #ghost scribbles #ghost #simon riley #ghost x reader #platonic #cod #not canon #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #ghost fluff #simon riley x reader #simon fluff #cod fluff #simon riley x you #simon cod #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty fanfic #cod mw2 #ghost mw2 #mw2 #cod mw3 #call of duty mw3 #simon ghost riley x gender neutral reader #ghost x gender neutral reader

[justalonelybitch]

Look At Me

Yunjin x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff (is this the end of the world?)

Warnings: none?

Word Count: 1k

Buy Me A Coffee :)

A bored sigh escaped Yunjin’s parted lips as she glanced up at you with pleading eyes for the millionth time that hour. She lay on her side, cheek pressed to your leg where her head rested, nestled right beside the book that had rudely taken up all your attention for the past several hours. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she glared at the novel with contempt. The scowl plastered on her crestfallen features went unnoticed by you, who remained blissfully uninterrupted by her constant tossing and turning in an attempt to capture your attention. Grumbling profanities under her breath, Yunjin reluctantly rose from her position, instead looping her arms around your waist and perching her chin on your shoulder.

With a persistent huff, Yunjin nudged her scrunched up nose against your neck in hopes of wordlessly conveying the boredom you’d so heartlessly condemned her to. Unfortunately for her, you only leaned further into her touch, a chuckle bubbling from your throat as you skilfully turned to the next page of your novel. Yunjin’s forehead creased as her frown deepened, brows furrowed and lips sucked between her teeth thoughtfully. She pondered what could have possibly been more interesting about that novel than her presence. Her mind wandered far and wide in search of a solution for her predicament, eventually leading her to repeatedly poking your cheek with her fingertip. A proud smirk grew on her face as you finally turned to face her, finally granting her with your attention after endless tiresome pursuits.

A victorious grin overtook her features as you reached up to grasp her hand, interlacing your fingers as you flashed her a gentle smile. Just as she parted her lips to speak, you raised your other hand, finger pressing against her lips as you silently turned back to the novel in your lap. Yunjin’s eyes widened in astonishment, crossing her arms over her chest in disbelief as she glared at you. A disgruntled sigh escaped her as she pushed herself off your bed, rising to her feet and stomping towards the door. Before she could reach for the handle, she decidedly spun on her heel, charging back towards you. A smug grin tugged the corners of her lips upwards, chocolate brown irises dancing with mischief.

A muffled gasp flew past your lips as a pillow abruptly collided with your face, “Huh Yunjin!” You complained incredulously with a shake of your head. “Pay attention to me!” Your girlfriend whined, clambering back onto your bed as she crawled towards you. “I won’t if you throw cushions at me,” you scolded, adjusting the glasses that rested at the tip of your nose. “But it worked,” Yunjin uttered simply, sparing a brief glance at the book that had once taken up all of your attention now laying discarded by your side. Your eyes followed her gaze, hand reaching out to the novel in concern, but Yunjin beat you to it.

She swiftly grasped your book with one hand, the other cupping your cheek as she forced you to meet her gaze. “Don’t look at it, look at me.” She commanded softly, face mere inches from yours as she gazed into your eyes. Your book was now long forgotten as you stared dumbly at Yunjin, enraptured by her every feature. “Good girl.” She praised, patting your flushed cheek lightly before dropping her hand to your leg where she began to trace nonsensical circles on your skin. Your cheeks burned red in embarrassment as you shied away under her firm gaze. “What did I just say?” Yunjin huffed in mild disappointment as she gripped your chin between her thumb and forefinger, expression expectant.

“To look at you.” You repeated without missing a beat, heart thrashing in your chest at the pleased grin that spread across her face. Yunjin hummed in approval, a dopey smile breaking out on her features as she looked at you. “Now..” she trailed off, reaching up to gently pry the glasses from your face, before bringing them to rest on her own. “How do I look?” She finished with an eager grin, leaning back to allow you to observe. “Pretty blurry to me,” you muttered, a melodious laugh escaping your lips. Yunjin couldn’t help but smile at the sound, unbothered by your words. “I thought I looked cute, but whatever,” Yunjin grumbled playfully.

“Of course you are, give me my glasses back so I can look at your pretty face,” you impatiently requested. Yunjin hummed pensively at your words, lips pursed in thought. “Only if you promise not to go straight back to reading your stupid book,” your girlfriend uttered triumphantly, removing the glasses from her face. “I guess I’m blind for the day then,” you sighed, shaking your head in amusement. You didn’t need perfect vision to know she was glaring at you in annoyance. “Y/n!” She exclaimed, playfully slapping your shoulder. “I’m kidding~” You hummed in a sing-song voice. Yunjin’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, albeit she still carefully raised the glasses, gently placing them back atop your nose.

“Where’s my book?” You asked eagerly the second your glasses were rightfully returned to you. “I will throw it out the window if you don’t shut up and give me cuddles,” Yunjin threatened, launching herself on top of you to effectively stop her from moving away from her. “At least let me mark the page!” You exclaimed from beneath her, but Yunjin didn’t budge. “Nope, you lost that privilege.” She replied smugly, glazing down at you with a proud smile. “But-” She cut you off with a swift peck on the lips before you could continue, successfully shutting you up. “No buts,” was all she uttered before snuggling into you, face pressed to the crook of your neck where it would stay for the next few hours as you were demoted from girlfriend to mattress, not that you were complaining.

round of applause for me pls, i did the impossible. be proud.

#yunjin x reader #le sserafim x reader #lesserafim x reader #yunjin imagines #le sserafim imagines #lesserafim imagines #huh yunjin x reader

[sunboki]

WIPING OFF SKZ’S KISSES

including; bangchan, han jisung, seo changbin, lee felix, hwang hyunjin, lee minho, kim seungmin, yang jeongin

genre; fluff:)

BANGCHAN had you cuddled in his lap, typing away on the keyboard and carefully testing out rhythms with an effortlessly attractive focused expression. however it seemed he took hint of your watchful eyes, filled with adoration as you spent the extra seconds soaking in this type of chan. “was i zoning out?” he voiced, brows knitting worriedly as he hugged you closer—placing a feather-light kiss on your cheek. at this moment the mischievous opportunity overtook you, wiping off the peck he landed. chan almost immediately placed another, than another until your face was absolutely bombarded with his kisses. “now you’ll have to scrub your face if you want to rub them off, don’t resist my love~” he sang, chin resting atop your head; carrying a pouty expression. “don’t be upset channie, i was joking..” you giggled, turning around to cup his falsetto sad face. surprisingly, he gave each of your cheeks a last kiss. “for good luck.” — “c’mon..chan..”

HAN throws a fit when you use the back of your hand to brush off his kiss to your lips. “heyyyyyy, don’t do that… do you not want my kisses?” he slurs, making it hard not to laugh. if anything, quokka looked betrayed. his chubby cheeks puff out defiantly, crossing his arms taut to his chest while he deeply sighed—silence overtaking the room. “does my breath smell?” han randomly proposed, unable to contain his bubbling chuckle. “was it my lunch? AH. i need to go brush my teeth.” he rose up, beginning to hurriedly walk to the bathroom. you grasped his shirt in a quick manner. “i’m joking i’m joking, it was all a prank.” you eased, han releasing a breathless whine before collapsing on top of you. “jisungie.. get off..” you struggled, squirming beneath his in-denial frame. “that’s so mean y/nnie.. you’re paying for dinner.” he huffed. “okay fine dinner’s on me.” the struggle continued, han finally getting off. “don’t do that, let me love you.” he whispered softly, big brown eyes carrying so much emotion. “i promise baby.” you hugged him, smiling to yourself at just how precious he was. the nickname you used making his face ache red. “never can get used to that.” this time you both laughed.

CHANGBIN would huff, eyeing your fingers reaching to brush off his affection. you were halfway through the newest godzilla movie ( that changbin had thoughtfully asked to watch ), and as boredom set in, you took it upon yourself to pester the man of principles. his disregarded kisses happened a few more times before he grabbed your wrists, using his strength to push you back on the couch till he was hovering over you. “you’re ruining the movie for me, now hold still while i finish what was started.” nonetheless, he kept his promise, littering every inch of skin he could find in his kisses. yet no matter how hot the muscular man looked above you in that moment, he was still your dwaekki and you couldn’t take a single thing he did seriously for a set amount of time. so now you were literally cracking up as he kissed your neck, the man smiling against your skin. “ticklish much?” he mused. “please! oh my god i’m gonna pee my pants.” you chest shook, changbin relieving his efforts. “ruining the mood.” he playfully grinned, turning off the tv—hovering over you once again. “but didn’t you want to watch the-“let’s focus on not killing the mood, what do you say?” wow. hot.

FELIX gasped dramatically, eyes narrowing to gaze at you in dismay. “do you not love me anymore?” his face crinkled as he fake cried on your shoulder, quietly interlocking his fingers with yours. meanwhile, the silence that followed resulted in a stubborn felix to take the reins. his breath ghosted your neck as he landed a soft kiss, yet he didn’t separate. instead, suppressing his deep burst of laughter. “if i don’t let go, can you wipe it off?” he smiled cheekily, the movement tickling your skin. “ah! i can’t do it anymore you’re freaking me out.” you shivered, rolling your eyes at the satisfied bbokari lifting his brows. the smell of burning overtaking the situation. he shot you from his position. “the brownies! they’re gonna burnnn.” he sang with a panicked lilt, placing the nearly burnt batch on the counter. taking a testing bite, his eyes narrowed. “try one.” he handed you a brownie, carefully watching your expression. “they don’t taste burnt, pretty yummy if you ask me.” you licked your lips, felix leaning forwards to thumb a stray crumb from your face. “messy eater.” he taunted, resting his chin atop his hand. “be quiet.” your reaction stirring a soft giggle.

HYUNJIN, as usual, was working on a choreo. after a bit of time he took a break, sweat dappling his forehead as you handed him a water bottle to cool off. his small kiss of thanks was a response, to which you wiped it off easily—finding the opportunity to pull a little stunt. “huh?” he blinked up at you, lips still attached to the water bottle’s edge. “what was that for?” he gave you a no-nonsense look, genuinely confused as to why you wouldn’t accept his peck. “what?” you tilted your head innocently, acting as if nothing had happened. “you wiped off. my kiss.” he pouted, rising up to squish both of your cheeks in his hand, squinting accusingly. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you shrugged, his downright confused face almost making your facade crack. you could see the gears turning in his mind. he shook his head fervently, returned to practicing and a few minutes later sat on the floor. “jinnie?” you asked, quirking your brow at his behavior. “i lost motivation. my love has been rejected.” he dramatically sighed, now fully laying on his back. “now who ever said that?” you hunkered down to straddle him, leaning down to land a deep kiss. “woah woah woah woahhh..” he gaped, his brown eyes blown with amazement. “it was a prank jinnie.” — “then i’ll need repayment to get back my motivation.”

MINHO kissed back. he enjoyed being the one to receive rather than give, just to see how needy you’d become if you hadn’t been given attention in a bit. leaving the scenario as the perfect time to tease( a key lee know habit ). so if anything he’d be the one to wipe off your kisses. but today was your day for revenge, after all this pain and suffering due to minho’s cruel way of getting what he wanted, you were taking control. “min… can i get a kiss?” he glanced up from his phone to where you were typing on your desk. “now you’re asking, well how could i say no?“ maneuvering his head to softly kiss your lips, eyeing you as you used the back of your hand to discard his kiss. fueling a realization that it had never been this hard to maintain composure until this moment. “what is this?” he used his foot to swivel the chair back to where he sat on a spare stool. “acting like a brat? is this your way of getting back at me?” his stunning eyes read you like a book. every time. “i had an itch.” your excuse proving more pitiful than you’d anticipated in your head. “on your lips, then please, let me help you.” bewildered, you shrunk against the chair with a squeak—minho advancing into you at an alarming pace. pulling away with heavy breath. “not fair.” you huffed, minho looked too pleased with himself.

SEUNGMIN was far too innocent for this trend, his kind gestures and ever patient sincerity left no room for mean pranks. but nonetheless, the chance to test it lay bare and it looked pretty tempting. of course, you knew you’d fold unbelievably quick since seungmin was too adorable to resist. he’d just taken you on a date, and your last stopped was now checked off the list. the stop in question being an old family-run restaurant you both frequently visited in your early dating years. it held a special place on your heart. with full stomachs and dazed smiles, puppym’s kiss to your forehead reminded you of the horrible prank. it was even painful to reach up and wipe it off, and even more so painful to watch his reaction alter. he almost looked worried. “was there something on my lips?” he touched his bottom lip, you immediately folded—hand holding onto his wrist. being too guilty to confess, you leaned upon a harmless white lie. “i think it was some kimchi.” you sheepishly smiled, earning a wholesome beam from the literal puppy. guilt. it hit hard.

JEONGIN being similar to seungmin seemed too much of a sweetheart to pull into this situation, but you really wanted to see what he’d do next. so, you waited as he planted a kiss to your nose—sharing this tender moment whilst watching a newly released series on the couch to occupy empty time. however he wasn’t even effected. in fact, he helped you wipe your nose off. “the popcorn i made was pretty buttery, be sure to get it all off so you don’t get oils on your skin.” you couldn’t even respond, there was no room to respond. “i wouldn’t want my popcorn to ruin your face.” his eyes crinkled happily, holding your face in his hands. giving up, you melted into this act of sentiment. yes. how could you even think of doing this to your cupcake jeongin? wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him into a hug. “im such a bad person innie, im sorryyy~” you mumbled into his shirt, the boy unable to make out what you’d said. “what was that y/nie?” thank god he didn’t look further n to the topic. “nothing baby, this episodes really good by the way.” you nonchalantly chomped a piece of his popcorn. buttery indeed.

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[mafiasliege]

I dare you to let me go

(this is part 6 of my fic. Thought I'd feed y'all a little early. Enjoy reading!)

Part 5 ↓

JAMESON

Oren was here. So was Grayson. After getting yelled at, Avery left. She looked so sad and forlorn, he couldn't bear to look at her. Grayson took the first chance to talk to Jameson alone,

"what are you doing, Jamie? What do you have planned?" Jamie translated that to mean 'when are you going to come home?'

"I have planned, let me check, oh yes! Nothing," he said, using his signature smirk as a shield.

Grayson opened his mouth, then closed it, waited. "Are you breaking up with her?"

The eye contact was more than enough for an answer.

"I need space. I'll come back, don't worry about me."

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That evening, when boredom overtook him again, Jameson found himself back at the devil's mercy. He'd gotten himself an apartment in London specifically for this reason. He genuinely enjoyed being a member. It was also the one place he couldn't be followed by Avery, or run into her. Zella wasn't here today, neither was Simon or anyone he knew, except Rohan. That bastard would jump at any chance to peeve him.

"I really should have placed a bet on the likelihood of you breaking up with Ms. Grambs. Would've filled my pockets."

God, he was infuriating. Why had Jameson come here?

"And I should have placed a bet on the likelihood of you shutting up, Rohan, would've filled my purses."

"Always the defender, Ms. Sinclair."

Jameson hadn't realised when a woman had come and sat next to him.

She was wearing the same historical garb-like dress every woman around here wore. Her long dark blonde hair fell in waves over her shoulders, which was unnatural around here, considering the few women that were there were too prim and proper to keep their hair as such. It was a minor detail, but one that made him feel she liked to defy.

Jameson spoke for the first time in a while, "Not that you would need the money, anyway, I presume."

The way she answers that was a clear insight into her. Most people here were money-hungry, or power-hungry, or greedy, prideful, meek- many distinguishing factors. Truthfully, Jameson had everyone in the room pegged about 4 seconds after he met them. Not this woman though, and it was unsettling him.

She just looked down at her cards that dealt her in and smiled.

She looked at him, still smiling grimly, then leaned in, "your attempt at trying to read me through my answers is… run-of-the-mill, at best."

That stole Jameson's attention. It surprised him. Things hardly surprised him anymore. It felt nice, except his mind reverted back to a certain ex-girlfriend.

Ex-girlfriend. It still didn't sound right to him.

"You need to read people instantly after you meet them because you're scared they'll show their true colours later, surprise you, and make you feel stupid and ordinary."

That struck him like an arrow. The woman, however, seemed to genuinely regret saying that, "apologies. I seem to have gone too far," she amended.

"A psychologist?"

"Just an underestimated woman, I'm afraid."

Who is she?

"Cinq" she suddenly uttered.

"What?"

"The cards. Cinq. I win." She looked at Rohan who nodded and handed her the chips.

Before he could add to that, she got up, "I'm running late, boys. Like always, I'll see you soon."

She pulled out a card.

"Though I'd like to see you sooner."

She had a mischievous glint in her eye, and before long, it was gone with her.

Jameson put it in his wallet and forgot about it. There was a lot of healing to do before moving on.

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Jameson dreamt of Avery again that night. Even after saying his goodbye, she still haunted him everywhere he went. Every 5"6' brunette on the street, every coffee cup from her favourite coffee shop in London. He hadn't even changed his wallpaper that was a candid of her laughing.

And that was the problem. She was still… her. So her. Just too burdened. But that wasn't an excuse.

Avery was… calling him. Wait

Avery's calling me.

"Hello?"

"I'm outside."

"Avery, please. Just leave me-" Jameson said, walking toward her standing outside.

With a hot air balloon.

"Hop on."

"We're broken up."

She looked like someone had just stabbed her. How many times was she going to make him repeat the same painful thing?

"One date. Just one, please."

He sighed, "why?"

"Why won't you let me go? The you I've seen the last few years would've been about as interested as a porcupine is cuddly."

"I can't. I can't even think of letting you go. I have so many versions of my dreams for the future, and they all end up with you. I chose you a long time ago. I want to choose you again and make you feel it too."

"Just one date, mystery boy. I'm begging you."

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Avery might just be better than Jameson at planning dates. It was perfect.

Staring with the hot air balloon ride where he had to take over because she almost crashed them down. Bunjee jumping in Perthshire. Abseiling. An insane game of dares. Ending with them sunbathing on the shore of the cove, with chocolate-covered strawberries and stars in a bottle.

"I liked today. Wait, no. I loved today" he might still have his reservations, but he needed to tell her that. She held his hand and squeezed it gently.

"Me too." After silence and a few more strawberries, "Will you please come back with me now? We really need to be home."

Jameson's relaxed face suddenly adopted a frown.

"Why? What's so important that we need to go back?"

"I can't stay away too long."

"It's been, like, 4 days." Avery said nothing. Jameson abruptly got up. She did too.

"This is just a chore to you isn't it? An inconvenience."

She went pale again, "No. Jameson, no. I came all the way here looking for you, trying to get you back."

"I never told you to. But what your doing right now? It's worse."

"I waited for 5 years before choosing myself for once, Avery, and you're tired in 4 days? Do you think you can get your heart broken with every perfunctory kiss and every interaction merely a formality, and live with it?"

"I did not mean it like that when I said I want us to go home. I just want things to be the way they were, Jamie, please."

"No. You need to leave. For good."

#idytlmg #jameson hawthorne #avery grambs #averyjameson #javery #jameson x avery #the inheritance games #the grandest game #tig #the brothers hawthorne #the hawthorne brothers #grayson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #xander hawthorne

[forthebeidous]

Filthy fast food

‼️Warnings‼️: food play, noncon, voyeurism, semi public, f!reader x choso

If you want more, like and tell me what you want to see next. I’ll write for everything besides pisskink, age play, and I won’t write about minors (unless they’re aged up). I’ll do any character from any fandom!

My coworker and I waited patiently inside the food truck as boredom overtook. We refrain from socializing, just staring at our phones. I have no idea why I’m staring at mine. I have no internet or text. It’s just an excuse to avoid conversation. “You’ve been staring at the weather app for 20 minutes” The familiar voice interrupts my thoughts. “I was just waiting for my friend to text back.” I reply like he’s stupid. “Liar” he mumbles and it pisses me off, I huff, cursing him in my mind. Without notice I feel his warm breath graze my neck. He stares at me with a smirk, a smirk that makes me want to shove his face in the sizzling fry oil. “What’s the matter sweetheart? You’re red” he states, snarky. “It’s hot in here.” I attempt a nonchalant expression but as his smirk grows its obvious I failed. He stands an inch from me and my breath heavies, Choso chuckles. I go to push him away but before my palms can make contact with his abdomen he grabs them and spins me around. He has a firm grip on my wrists behind my back, like a juvenile. Before I can react I’m shoved against the serving area where customers order. My head peaking between the curtains. “Let go of me.” I try to say sternly but it projects as a breathy whine. He pushes me harder against it. I suck in a cry due to the stings in my lower rib cage. Choso strips my panties from beneath my skirt. When I make an attempt to look back I’m met with a tug to my hair. Guiding my face forward. But not before I witnessed him pocket my underwear. “Fucking perv.” I mumble. I hear spit before I feel a something probe my entrance. It then penetrates my fleshy walls as I gasp. “C-Cho what m’fuck.” I cry out. “Hush. Maybe this will teach you the importance of honesty.” He says as if he’s innocent. He thrust the item in me as tears paint my flushed cheeks. Shit. A customer approaches. “C-~ choso stop” I whisper yell before the customer is in earshot. The woman then stares at the menu, not making eye contact yet. Choso continues his abuse on my lower lips, as he speeds up. “Evening” The lady greets as her gaze meets mine. “I’d like to keep it simple with a new york style hot dog and some fries.” She orders. “yes m’am that…” I pause. “That will be 8 dollars and 7 cents. m’cash or card?” I finally finish. She looks at me funny but pulls out her phone and uses Apple Pay. “one moment.” I close the decorative curtains and look back at Choso. “stop that! I need to make her order” I whisper and he pulls out. He hands me a hot dog wiener. It takes me a moment to process where he pulled it from. I look at him shocked. “You are disgusting.” I say to him glaring. “you love it.” He flirts. I scrunch my nose. He places the hotdog wiener into a bun and puts some fries in a bag with it. “We can’t give this to her.” I respond in horror. But before I can stop him he snatched the bag and hands it to the lady outside. “Have a nice day.” He says to her with a smile. MONSTER.

#jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjk choso #choso smut

[killacissa]

Enid Sinclair Certified Paw-Er Ranger

Character Art Credit: GhxstyBoo

It was a cold night at Nevermore, Like any other Enid would be laying on her bed legs in the air waving back and forth as she wrote the latest gossip likely about her Bestie Forestie Wednesday Addams who for some reason was rather absent as of late, She assumed it was for some investigation she was up to, Which is why it fueled her fire for her recent story, Wednesday was on the hunt for something big like aliens! Or something of that nature, she wasn't exactly sure. Eventually though the boredom overtook the young pup once again and she decided to head out venturing into the night mostly to sneak out and grab some food because well, Werewolves tend to eat an all meat diet and while she had lunch werewolves have twice the appetite a normal human does thanks to there gift of, well... growing twice the size of a normal human. While on her expedition to find some nutrition she happened the hear a voice calling out for help, It wasn't normally her first instinct to help but for some reason this time she was compelled to. She sprinted outside with a leap found the person who looked to be wearing some sort of armor they were surrounded on all sides by what looked to be.. grey men? either that or some weird gang in grey spandex. "Another Brat? Sent by that moron no doubt" A deep gravelly voice said. "Ew Gross!" Enid said noticing the voice came from a creature covered in slime with spikes protruding from it's back. "What are you? Night Security?" Asked the creature. "W-Well actually I'm uh- Nevermore Student-" The grey men seemed to not be amused and charged at her and almost as if on instinct she was able to claw at one with her nails and sent the to the floor before throwing another at a tree. "Did I mention I was a werewolf?" Suddenly the creature and more grey men stepped forward. "Take this!" The being on the floor said tossing her a blue glowing object. "What is it?" She asked. "Your destiny!" Suddenly it glowed brighter then the sun in the palm of her hands as she was engulfed and wrapped in a suit of armor. "Not another one!" The creature shouted before rushing at her and within a second with a claw to its chest it was down and out. "Woah! This is like! The coolest thing to happen to me! Wait till Wednesday hears about this!" She began fighting the rest of the grey men who mindlessly still followed the fallen creature's order. It was light work not even the numbers advantage meant a thing to this fusion of Tech and Supernatural ability, Once they were defeated she turned to the person she saved. "Okay dish! What are you? And what am I?" She asked now giddily bouncing up and down her suit's cosmetic wolf tail swaying as she did. "You are... a Power Ranger... Last of our kind... Take the honor with pride... You can't tell anyone or they'll be hurt... You must stop the evil one..." The person said before they faded away leaving Enid confused as to what that meant. "A.. Power Ranger?... Power.. Paw... Paw-er Ranger! That's me!" She said now before the suit disappeared back into the blue object giving to her, now revealed to be a wolf's head being made of some sort of crystal. She got on her phone to call Yoko but remembered what they told her... what a rip! She couldn't even tell anyone. Enid just looked at the crystal and placed it into her pocket before leaving back to her room.. however she did wonder.. who did they mean by the evil one?

#power rangers #wednesday #enid sinclair #emma myers #alternate universe #fanfic

[insertname8617]

Boredom overtook me

So I made this!

Mordecai as a cat

( I know he already is one)

☆ Insertname8617 ☆

#lackadaisy cats #artists on tumblr #illustration #i was bored #GOD I LOVE MORDECAI

[hazy-clan]

Boredom overtook me and doing a Clan Gen blog looked fun, so here we are. Hazyclan is starting out with one cat, Foggystar

I'll list out allegiances once more cats join the clan Additionally there won't be a specific update schedule, just whenever I have the motivation to draw a new moon

#clangen #clan generator #warrior cats #warrior cats art

[writeshite]

Hi

So I was wondering if you are up for it if you could write a agents. For morpheus x reader. Where the reader died of a sickness and morpheus is all upset. The corinthian was best freinds whith reader and when he died the corinthian blamed morpheus.

When the corinthian trys and gets rose on his side he tells her that morpheus killed his lover. And when rose confronts him in the dreaming morpheus explained what happend and he kinda just brakes down . ( you can make up the end )

Anyway if you feel uncomfortable writing this then that is ok .

Bye ! ( btw male reader pls )

Hit Close To Home

Summary:

“Are you going to tell Lord Morpheus?” The blood on his chin was dry now, his gaze downcast as you glanced between him and the corpse.  You sigh, coming down to his height, and you wipe away at the blood; you say nothing, instead gathering him in your arms, and the others glare enviously at him - your favored little horror, they often called him. Lord Morpheus says nothing when you return, but Corinthian isn’t allowed to return to Earth.

Pairings:

Morpheus x Male Reader

Tags:

Forest Spirit Reader | Dead Reader | Angst | This Author regrets Nothing 🙂

Words: 1556

Author's Note:

Someone woke up and chose angst, damn, not that I'm complaining, I love putting you all through emotional torture.

“Oh, hello.”

The Dreaming was vast and monotone, with your personal terrace the only break between the sand and dreams; the Corinthian remembers stumbling across it the first time - even among his fellow nightmares, he was considered a monster. His memories of the Dreaming were less than pleasant, but you were perhaps the only shining light among them.

“You must be the new nightmare, then.”

“Go away,” he hissed; he wiped his eyes furiously, wincing as they bit at his hands. His form is tiny - unstable, at best - like that of the waking children he’s heard the other nightmares speak of. He’d run off from them, form flicking about like a shadow, and hidden in the first room he could find. Lord Morpheus would no doubt be looking for him, the dreams and nightmares of the Dreaming heeded to their master, and as the newest, he would need to catch up to his fellow manifestations. 

He didn’t turn to glance at whoever had spoken to him, instead drawing himself further away, “You can’t hide in there forever, little nightmare.”

“I said go away!” he hissed again, face contorting as he turned to the other person. It always worked with everyone else; they’d run off at the sight of him, but not you. You huffed; you didn’t scream, instead shrugging and leaving him to his hidey-hole. 

You’d let him stay there for hours, undisturbed as he minded his own until boredom overtook, and he peeked out to glance at you. You certainly weren’t under Morpheus’ domain - not with that smile - your clothing looked like it was crafted from the branches and leaves of the Waking. 

“Who are you?” he asks.

You chuckle, “Well, that depends. Will you be joining me here, or do you plan to converse from your hideout?”

Your terrace had been a private abode, untouched by sand; it was filled to the brim with plants, paint, and various other trinkets from the Waking World. You’d been one of the few to forgo Morpheus’ orders, treating him and any manifestation like your own, and the Corinthian had spent many a day in your company. On the rare occasions, you’d allow him and a few others to tag along to Earth - the forest you inhabited required little upkeep, but you went for the humans. Strange creatures, really. He never understood why you cared for them; personally, he preferred them with a side of sauce.

“Are you going to tell Lord Morpheus?” The blood on his chin was dry now, his gaze downcast as you glanced between him and the corpse. 

You sigh, coming down to his height, and you wipe away at the blood; you say nothing, instead gathering him in your arms, and the others glare enviously at him - your favored little horror, they often called him. Lord Morpheus says nothing when you return, but Corinthian isn’t allowed to return to Earth.

He doesn’t tell Rose all of this, far too personal to share; he says what he can bear, “He was my friend, and Morpheus killed him.”

Morpheus had always been weak to your requests; treating the nightmares like children hadn’t been something he’d ever done. They’d been more so his creations, his associates at best, but you’d gathered them around you, and they’d willingly flocked, nurturing them with care. The Corinthian had been perhaps the most attached to you, digging the sands of the Dreaming for any wayward thoughts that would make wonderous decors for your terrace. 

“You coddle him,” Morpheus spoke lowly; he overlooks the balcony over your shoulder; the nightmares trudge along without disturbance, the little nightmare you’d befriended shifted through the sands below, having promised to find you something worthwhile.

“I coddle them all,” you remind him.

“He is a nightmare, not a child,” he reminds you. 

“Yes, yes, dear,” you jest, patting his cheek fondly. The little nightmare turns up towards you, holding something up proudly, you gesture him towards you, and he runs into the castle joyfully. He goes to protest, but you silence him with a peck, “I know, I know, but it won’t do much harm.”

Now thinking of the nightmare, he barely glimpsed the wisp that clung to you so desperately. He’d hate to think of the devastation that would befall you if you saw them now, “Don’t turn him away when I’m gone,” Morpheus had withdrawn, remaining by your side far long after your passing, leaving the Corinthian to his own murderous grieving process. The nightmare had made his way through the remnants of your Earthly forest, then to Rose - Rose, who stared at him with contempt and uncertainty. 

“Why?” she asks.

Morpheus almost laughs; he’s not sure what she’s asking - why did he sit by and watch you wither? Why didn’t he plunge humanity into waste to save you? Why didn’t he petition your fellow spirits for aid? - the answer was simple. He couldn’t.

“Morpheus….please, let’s not spend my last days arguing.”

Nature spirits were perhaps the least fortunate of divine beings, lives heavily intertwined with their domains; your forest had been the target of some human development - each tree torn down saw a lapse in your health. It had started small, a slight cough of petals, before escalating to weak muscles and bedridden days. Your fellow spirits had died quicker; living in the Dreaming slowed the damage, but it wasn’t enough. Your arms had grown stiff, skin twisting to resemble branches, leaves had begun to sprout from you, accompanied by flowers, and your blood had turned dark like tar. The branches had come from your back as well, and tearing into the sheets, each movement you made had been painful, staining the bed with your obsidian blood.

“Your brother’s river is dry.” Morpheus had found the man’s husk of a body by the banks, drier than a desert; it had crumbled at the touch of the wind, and the Gods had fallen into panic at the death rate, but no solution had been found. He’d grown frustrated at their excuses, ‘we’re trying’ - were they? He’s brought back to the moment by a touch to his cheek; your thumb swipes at a stray tear; your face was more bark than flesh now, a slight wince in your expression as you reach out to him. 

He moved closer to you, head against yours, and the tears didn’t stop, “I’m sorry —I don’t —I,” you shushed him as he wept, fingers loosely interlaced with his.

“I didn't kill him,” Morpheus corrects, “you did. Your kind tore down the forests, polluted the air, and ran rivers dry until he and his brethren were all but gone.”

“What?” Confusion laces her voice. Morpheus turns away, the dreaming shifting with his thoughts, and the sand rises to a height, morphing to form you. Not sickly, but the way you had been before. “He’s….” Breathtaking. Handsome. No words could come close to describing how Morpheus felt about you.

“He was kind,” Morpheus begins, more sand shifts as more imitations rise, “the nightmares adored him, the Corinthian more so than the rest.” Most residents of the Dreaming wouldn’t even think to defy him, much less stick their tongue childishly, but the Corinthian had picked many of your habits. The craving for human flesh had come from neither of you - the nightmare had loved the soft taste of eyes and often asked for them, much to both your displeasures.

“They’re hurting him; why won’t you kill them?!” 

No amount of words could convey the fragile peace among the endless - if one of them killed, the others would follow suit - that’s not even to say what the other celestial beings would do. But that hadn’t been enough for the Corinthian.

“What good is your power if you do nothing useful?!”

Morpheus shook his head, a watery laugh in his throat, “What would you have me do?” he asked, “put humanity down like a dog?” 

“YES!” The Corinthian replied - he’d come to spend every hour by your bedside and pestering Morpheus to act. 

But you’d made him promise, “You’re going to be angry, and you’re going to be sad, but please, Morpheus,” you pleaded, “don’t seek vengeance, not in my name.”

“But—”

“Please,” you’d leaned forward, snapping some of the bark along your spine. Morpheus nodded somberly, guiding you back to the pillows.

When you’d passed, your body had fully turned to flora, the bed now intertwined into the tree you’d become; he’d left the room as is, allowing the dreams and nightmares to mourn. The Corinthian had screamed, cried, and then blamed - blamed humanity, blamed the gods, the endless - he blamed everyone, but Morpheus bore the brunt of it all. The Dreaming’s collapse had turned what was left of you to dust, Lucienne’s bark snippet being the last piece of you he had. The bark sat in an inner pocket of his coat, threaded with your favorite color of thread.

“I’m sorry,” Rose spoke. Morpheus half scoffed; the sand imitation of you stood on its own, grainy hand in his; he felt close to crying again. When the sand fell again, he said nothing more; the little Corinthian stood far off, mouths frowning at him - unlike the peaceful fall of your imitation, his snapped at the heat of his emotion into glass. “Are you going to kill him?”

Morpheus doesn’t answer.

End Note:

Sorry about changing the relationship between the Corinthian and Reader; I felt like the request worked a little better if Reader treated him and the other nightmares and dreams like his kids. Stay Hydrated.

#morpheus x male reader #dream x male reader #the sandmand imagine #morpheus x reader #dream x reader #shiterequests

[itookyoudown]

For the fanfiction author ask game: #2, 5, 9, and 20 💕💌

2: What is your least favorite trope to write?

friends to lovers. don't like reading it don't like writing it. i simply don't vibe with this trope. the stakes and tension of "oh no uwu what if we ruin our friendship 🥺" don't work on me because we know these dudes wanna bone down bad so what's the point?! height of boredom!!

5: The fic you’re most proud of writing?

oh this is awkward since i've taken it down lol. it's my givenson superhero fic! to date it's probably my most self-indulgent idea and was the longest fic i'd ever written. i just really love everything about it. the way i mixed justified and the boys together, tim and raylan's superhero personas, the in-depth worldbuilding and characterization twists, and it had some knockout prose that i adored. it was also complete and worked as a standalone short story. one of those insane ideas that overtook me and i poured it out in a flurry of joy and burst of energy over a few days.

9: Biggest pet peeve while writing?

forgetting a word and then having to spend a stupid amount of time googling it trying to remember how it's spelled. all the times i've forgotten "wherewithal" ... embarrassing.

20: Hardest character to write/get the characterization correct for?

...my answer to this question was boyd crowder for the longest time, but that's changed! i have a very good handle of boyd's voice and characterization these days. it doesn't come as naturally to me as tim or raylan and i still have to edit his dialogue a lot. but he's very solid in my mind and easy to grasp when the mood to write him strikes me.

colt is currently the hardest character for me to write! i've only written him twice now and he's still slippery. since we only have a few canon details on him it's taken me a long time to fill in his outline. it's been both fun and terrifying! i still need to write a longer fic with his POV to truly get my hands on him.

#tooks.txt #💌

[fanatichistory]

Scene Prompt 23

Mwahaha finally had enough time to knock this out! I don’t usually do comfort so this was a exploratory turn ^.^ Also my apologies if I got any duck information wrong, I have a pair that visit my yard every year so it inspired this. Also, sidenote, ducks don’t partner for life, just for seasons apparently? So while I thought I was seeing the same couple each year, I only recently learned it may just be the male or the female bringing in their season’s mate to the yard but I can’t determine which lol.

CW/TW: None :) All comfort

Whumpee went about their day in a robotic fashion.

Sweeping, mopping, dusting, vacuuming etc... Everything seemed droll, boring, routine. Even in the modest sized rustic cabin.

Quack.

A soft, distant sound from outside interrupted their monotony. Turning to the small cabin window, smoothed clean and gleaming by Whumpee's relentless routine to stay busy the last few days and escape boredom out here, they looked out to the yard of various grasses and greens.

Nothing. 

Honk.

Perplexed Whumpee looked out again, looking this way and that. The grass was a few inches tall and extended around the cabin as a small clearing, though keeping the brush of the surrounding forest from encroaching back was a constant battle Caretaker said.

Still nothing?

Quack honk quack.

The sounds were much closer now and easier to hear but Whumpee had never heard them before in their life. What could make such a strange sound? And why did it fill them up with that warm fuzzy feeling Caretaker said was joy and happiness?

"Quack." Whumpee whispered quietly when there were no sounds outside to be heard anymore. Still looking and turning their head this way and that to try and find the source of the sound. Not that they would recognize it but hoping they would. 

"You hear the ducks outside Whumpee?" Caretaker asked softly, knowing to keep their voice low and soft when approaching an unaware Whumpee. "I can take you to see them if you want to?"

Whumpee's heart still jumped in surprise, Caretaker was always quiet even when they didn't mean to be with their footsteps. Though they appreciated the soft voice that was so unlike Whumper's loud and obnoxious one.

"...Duck?" They asked Caretaker questioningly. "What's a duck?"

Caretaker's eyes softened like they usually do when Whumpee asks those kinds of questions. From what Whumpee could tell, they never seemed to mind teaching or showing them what it is Whumpee needed to know or learn to move about in the world.

That's why they lived out here in the woods. Taking it slow, introducing Whumpee to different plants, small little insects like butterflies and that one tick that bit their leg and needed taking out.  

The fish and game meat Caretaker brought home that first day Whumpee couldn't bear to see, having already seen enough blood and guts to last a lifetime. And the smell was too painful.

Bringing forth memories Whumpee would rather forget. 

For their sake, Caretaker ascribed to the forager's diet with Whumpee, running into town for dairy and bread and taking up carpentry while giving up hunting for the time being. Slowly introducing Whumpee to the natural world outside the cabin each day. 

"Come with me, I'll take you to the lake they like to swim at the most." Caretaker said, holding out their hand to Whumpee with a smile while omitting the fact that they knew the ducks hung out there was because of the duck hunting seasons they used to take part in.

It was too soon for Whumpee to know about that side of Caretaker's life. With total trust and complete excitement vibrating through them, Whumpee placed their hand in Caretaker's and practically jumped up and down.

"Yes! Yes sir, please take me to see the ducks!"

Caretaker couldn't help but notice that while Whumpee still held on to some of their conditioning, the excitement that overtook them didn't keep them as quiet as they were trained and cowed into being. And they were glad for it.

Before Whumpee could notice they made a loud noise and panic over it, Caretaker lead them out through the cabin door and took them down a path that was well worn by plenty of feet from Caretaker's family over the generations. 

The path lead to a large, crystalline lake not far but still a nice hike from the cabin for a mile or two, Whumpee wasn't quite sure as they almost skipped along.

And the lake was full of the feathery...things. Whumpee didn't have a word for them. Other than beautiful.

There were two kinds, though both were mostly brown. One was all brown but had white tipping the brown feathers so that the round brown thing floating in the water looked mottled with the chocolate brown dominating. Chocolate.

Whumpee's favorite food. Which made this round brown thing Whumpee's new favorite. It also had a strange iridescent blue square on one feather which was very intriguing to them as they floated by gracefully on the water, quacking away.

The source of the noise!

Next to the round brown things were slight bigger ones that were creamy, with their dark chocolate brown on the inside. They made a lot more noise and shook their emerald green heads every now and again as they would tap at the mottled browns.

"You see the green one pecking the brown one for attention? Their all ducks which are a type of bird, Mallards to be specific, the ones with the green heads are the males and the ones that are all brown are the females. Right now the males are trying to partner up so to speak."

Whumpee watched wide-eyed with awe as Caretaker explained.

The cacophony of sounds from the quacks and the honks echoed across the lake like a musical as Caretaker gestured Whumpee to sit down on patio bench that was on the pier. 

This must be where Caretaker got all those fish earlier...Whumpee thought before shaking their head and focusing back on their new favorite birds.

"I like ducks." Whumpee said sighing happily and leaning on Caretaker's shoulder, the sun slowly setting over the lake.

"I figured you'd say something like that." They said, laughing softly.

#scene prompt #whumpee x caretaker #conditioned whumpee #whump writing #whump scenario #writing prompt #whump scenes #hurt/comfort

[dinsverdika]

The Answer to Boredom is Pleasure (part. II)

Pairing: Bo-Katan Kryze/mandalorian!Reader

Tags (as posted on AO3): smut, established relationship (though it can be read as ambiguous), kissing, dry humping, thumb sucking, thigh riding, standing up sex, opening for round 3, use of mando'a

Word count: 1,105

Notes: I was supposed to post this yesterday but Star Wars emotionally damaged me so I didn't. There will be a third and final part to this series at some point.

edit: I forgot the Mando'a translation(s):

mesh'la: beautiful (used for reader)

< part. I || • || part. III >

The kisses were messy and hungry as you and Bo-Katan made your way to her sleeping quarters, beskar clattering as your numerous pieces of armour hit the floor; left to be forgotten as lust overtook the both of you.

You gasped into her mouth as your back hit the door of her sleeping quarters with force. A growl of satisfaction vibrated in Bo-Katan's chest as she pressed her body against yours, leaving you no room to escape her desire. Her hands sliding up and down your sides fueled your own desire. The kiss deepened as you threaded your fingers through her short hair.

No matter how physically close you were to one another, it never seemed enough. Bo-Katan craved you as much as you did her, no amount of physical pleasure will ever be able to satiate that need.

Bo-Katan gave your kiss-swollen lips some rest as she trailed down your jawline with quick kisses. You let out a sigh as she found the sensitive spot below your ear. Her warm breath against your skin had you weak in the knees, Bo-Katan couldn't help but smirk as you shivered against her.

Your face had grown warm and your heart was beating in your ears as you tilted your head to the side. Bo-Katan, who caught your not-so-subtle hint, licked a broad stripe on your skin before sucking it between her lips.

"Bo…" you breathed out.

She replied with a muted hum. She shifted positions, one of her legs parting your own legs; bending it until her thigh was pressed against your clothed crotch. She let go of your skin with a pop as you instinctively began grinding your hips. A shaky breath was exhaled out of you as the pleasurable friction made you dizzy with want.

Bo-Katan tore her face away from your neck, her half-lidded eyes found your flustered face. Contentment washed over her as she brought her thumb to your bottom lip.

"Do you think you could come like this?" she asked. She pulled on your lip, revealing your bottom row teeth. She let it snap back in place.

You nodded frantically, too far gone to form coherent sentences. Her thumb didn't leave your lip. She pushed it past your lips instead. The desperate whine you let out as you happily accepted her thumb into your mouth almost made her lose her composure.

The taste of her leather glove spread on your tastebuds as you suckled on her thumb. Your eyes, which were overshadowed with lust, locked with Bo-Katan's eyes. Her hunger for you was rapidly bringing you to the point of no return. You'd been so close already, pleasing Bo-Katan with your tongue almost made you come untouched.

Your hips, which had adopted a sensual, slow rhythm, were now frantically rutting on her thigh.

The strenuous effort had a thin layer of sweat appearing all over your face. This position was not the most practical but the predicament it put you in made the tension in your lower tummy coiled.

Unrelenting waves of pleasure were drifting you away as the friction on your clit had you heaving and panting. Your inner-walls were fluttering around nothing. You were close, so close.

Your hands found Bo-Katan's shoulders, your fingers gripped on them as an attempt to not let your trembling legs bring you down. Bo-Katan slid her arms around your waist, firmly pressing you against her even more.

Bo-Katan's face found your neck once more. She nuzzled your ear, softly blowing it on it. Your whole body twitched at the sensation.

"Come on," she purred in your ear. "I've got you, mesh'la." You swallowed. "You've been so good for me." She planted a kiss on your ear. "Let go, let me hear your pretty moans as you come for me."

The back of your head hit the wall behind you as shockwaves gripped your body. Your vision turned blurry before turning pitch-black as you closed your eyes. Choked sobs breached your lips as you fell apart on her thigh. Bo-Katan had you fully pressed against the wall with her upper-body as your legs failed you to keep you upright.

The shockwaves of pleasure eventually quieted down, your muscles let go of the tension and tingles prickled your skin as a renewed sense of euphoria coursed through your veins. You failed to hold back the giggles bubbling up your throat, your features stretching into a grin.

Bo-Katan, who thought your post-orgasm giggles were endearing, draped her lips over yours in a tender kiss. It did nothing to quiet them down, making Bo-Katan smile against your mouth.

"Is your head okay?" she asked, cupping the back of your head. "You banged it pretty hard."

"You banged me pretty hard," you slurred.

Bo-Katan snorted, you internally noted that you hadn't heard her snort like that in a long while. "You're pleasure-drunk," she replied, gazing into your eyes.

"And whose fault is that, huh?" you teasingly asked.

You kissed her tenderly before she could form an answer. Bo-Katan reciprocated the kiss.

"We didn't even make it to your sleeping quarters," you said with a soft laugh.

Bo-Katan planted another kiss on your lips instead of answering. You caught her lips once more as she tried to lean away from you, one of her hands slid on the wall you were pressed on, looking for the panel near the door. Bo-Katan’s arms tightened around you as the door whooshed open behind you, preventing you from falling backwards.

You hummed into the kiss as she gently pushed you into her sleeping quarters. “Does that mean that we’re making it inside?”

"You didn't think I was actually done with you, did you?" she asked in a whisper.

"Well, I was hoping that we would actually get rid of our clothes," you replied.

"I see…" she said.

Your heart began racing again as the door slid shut behind you, isolating the two of you in the intimacy of her sleeping quarters.

"Let's start with getting rid of your clothes first, shall we?" she said, finding the front zipper of your flight suit and pulling it down slowly.

You swallowed as the zipper reached to a stop at your navel, anticipation building up in your chest once more as Bo-Katan pulled apart the seam of your zipper. Bashfulness washed over you as her eyes lingered on your newly-exposed skin. Her touch, as she slid her hands under your flight suit, reignited the flames of arousal in your tummy.

Her eyes darted up, gazing into yours. Her lips were back on yours again, making you shiver as she gently guided you towards her bed…

#bo katan kryze x reader #bo katan kryze x you #bo katan kryze #afab!reader #smut #my writing