#IVE WORKED ON THIS ONE TOO LONG FUCK IT WE BALL

[slasherscream]

Wash Day

pairing:  jordan li x fem black!reader

"You wanna go out to dinner tonight? Know I've been busy this week. Feel like I've barely seen you." Jordan mutters against the shell of your ear. You shiver as he gives the skin a teasing kiss.

Already you're pouting, knowing what your answer has to be even though you wish so desperately that you could give a different response. "Wish I could, Jordan. But my night is already spoken for."

You're spun around by a hand on your hip, playful and fast so that you can't stop yourself from falling into his chest. Your hands grip his jacket for balance, and he reaches up to hold one of them with his own. "You got plans? With who? Cate? Cancel them."

"Brat." You laugh.

How demanding Jordan is would be less cute if they ever asked you to do something they themselves wouldn't. As it stands, with the way they do anything you ask at the drop of a hat, all you can do is roll your eyes and pretend to be exasperated instead of smitten.

"Fine, don't cancel. I'll just come with." Jordan sighs, as if seeing his best friend is a great tragedy (Which it is. Cate being there means you'll smack Jordan's hand away when he tries to sneak it up your skirt at dinner.)

"What if we want a girls' night?" You shoot back, grinning.

Jordan shifts. The hands on your waist are smaller now, but pull you in closer, "You're the one who's feeling bratty. Really have been neglecting you this week, huh baby?" Jordan smirks, in that condescending way she does when she realizes you're trying to get a certain reaction out of her.

"The plans aren't with Cate, and they aren't cancellable." You sigh, deciding not to rise to the bait of her tone, smirk, or the little circles she's rubbing into your skin.

"What are these oh so important plans?" Jordan asks.

"Do you know how many white boys have complimented my hair today, Jordan?" You ask.

"Pardon?" Jordan blinks at what seems to be a completely unrelated topic.

"Six! Six white boys complimented my braids today. I'm about to kill myself, if we're being honest. I must looked fucked up, and you didn't even say anything." You pout.

You've been having a bit of a rough day, to say the least.

"You look beautiful. What are you talking about?" Jordan asks, confused but nonetheless, wanting to make you feel better. "If you didn't look good I'd very politely... have Cate tell you. But you look great! You've been getting compliments all day, you just said it yourself!"

"Wow, you'd throw Cate under the bus, huh coward?"

"Cate isn't interested in making out with you every spare second of the day. I am. You can be mad at her. I've got stuff I wanna do." Jordan's grin is downright salacious. You smack her arm, trying not to smile.

"Ah. You are operating under the same delusions of the white man. I see that now, I'll let go of the anger." You say, sighing and kissing Jordan on the cheek.

"First of all, don't you ever fucking insult me like that again.... Second of all, what particular delusion am I sharing with the white man?" Jordan asks.

"White men only compliment a black woman's hairstyle at two points in time. When it's brand spanking, fresh off the lot new. Or when it's started to look like shit. I've had these braids in for longer than... is your business. So guess which compliment I'm getting right now?"

"I fucking refuse to say your hair looks like shit, and this conversation feels like a trap. You're always beautiful to me." Jordan says.

"Thank you, baby. But we live on a campus where the diversity win photographers lurk around every corner trying to get pictures of 'The Diversity Win Couple' in our most natural state. I need to take out my braids tonight before I talk crazy in the group chat, and Andre sends me a 'this you?' pic that will devastate my argument." You shake your head somberly, already imagining the fate that lies before you.

"You could stop talking crazy in the group chat." Jordan teases.

"You know damn well I'm not capable of that."

The two of you burst into laughter, unable to keep it together. Jordan has always been obsessed with how easy it is for you to make them laugh.

"Is that gonna take up your whole night, though, baby? We don't have to go to dinner early! We'll go wherever you want." Jordan insists, tone bordering on begging.

Whenever they come out of a particularly busy week, they spend the next two weeks glued to you. As if to make up for it. The clinginess is a stark difference from how they acted before you made things official.

"Jordan, look at the braids on my head."

"I'm looking at them."

"Are you seeing them with your eyes?"

"Yes, and my eyes are sending the image to my brain, which I assure you is working. What's your point here, baby?"

"How long do you think it will take me to undo these, detangle my hair, wash it, deep condition it, and then wash it again?"

Jordan squints at you for a long moment, analyzing your hairstyle and the utter displeasure on your face. "I dunno? Maybe... four hours?"

"I should fucking murder you. Just for that, you're helping me with wash day now."

Jordan's face breaks into a grin like sunlight breaking through clouds, "So I do get to spend the day with you, is what you're saying?"

"Yeah, baby, you get to spend the day with me." You click your tongue at them. Pitying them for the ache in their fingers they're about to feel. They complain about curling their God damn hair a couple of times a week. You suspect you'll be ready to kill one another by hour two.

But you also missed them a lot. Or whatever.

"Don't cut too high up, Jordie. " You whine, shifting his grip lower on your braid, to an acceptable cutting length of the hair extension.

"Baby... can I ask you a very serious question right now?" Jordan hums, obediently cutting where you instructed.

"What?" You ask, already starting to unbraid the piece.

"How... long... do you think your hair is?" Jordan, to be fair to him, does ask the question quietly and with the proper amount of hesitation.

"How dare you! Are you calling me bald?" You gasp, stifling a laugh.

"Don't do this to me. You are prolonging the process. We can cut these braids at least four inches higher than what we're doing right now." Jordan says, you can't see his face but you can tell he's also trying not to laugh. Bastard.

"My hair grew!"

"From the top of your head. It did not magically lower itself further into the fucking braid extension." Jordan loses the battle and laughs.

"Jordan Li do not fucking cut off any of my hair or I'll cry and then blow up this school."

"Of course, princess." Jordan kisses the top of your head and gives in to your terrorist demands because you're cute.

"So how am I supposed to do it, baby?" Jordan claps her hands and you smile at how eager she sounds to help.

"You're gonna want to section it off. Do like... eight parts of hair. That'll make literally every step after this easier. Then you're gonna comb the hair from the bottom, 'kay?"

"Got it."

Jordan starts the process of parting your hair, careful and slow. Fingers sectioning off eight chunks of hair that she keeps apart with the silky hair ties you hand her over your shoulder.

"You sure you don't want me to comb it, Jordie?" You ask Jordan.

"I'll be gentle, don't worry. You always say your shoulders hurt at the end of wash day. Which is crazy, because I've seen what you can bench. I've got you, baby." She spritzes extra detangler spray on each of the parts she just made.

You move around slightly, a little sore already from sitting still between her legs for so long, but smiling to yourself nonetheless. A pillow is suddenly shoved into your face and you lean away, confused.

"Sit on this one instead. It'll be better." Jordan says.

You switch out the pillows and tilt your head back to look at her. "Why're you always right? Is that your kink?"

"No, my kink is bossing you around." Jordan smirks and leans down to give you a kiss. Despite the awkward angle you can't help trying to deepen the contact. The feeling of her soft lips sliding against yours, firm but gentle, is always irresistible.

She hums and gives you a playful nip before pulling away. "Don't start something we can't finish."

"Who says we can't?" You shoot back, staring up at her.

"You will be pissed an hour from now if you glance at your phone and we haven't made any progress." Jordan runs her thumb along your bottom lip before pushing your head forward.

"Who says it will take an hour?"

"I do. If we start, I'm not stopping." Jordan's voice dips seductively and a line of tension runs up the length of your spine.

You smack her thigh for teasing you, "Shut up."

"Is this comfortable?" Jordan frowns, staring at the angle your head has to be at to fit in the bowl of the sink.

"No, but this is the best angle this chair can get me to." You say. Usually you just wash in the shower, but since Jordan is helping the sink makes more sense.

Jordan stands, scowling at how uncomfortable you seem. Suddenly he grins, "Baby! Make a chair with your shields. Something that leans."

You were getting a lot better with being able to make complex shapes, with less concentration. You stand up from the chair you'd dragged from the common room. Jordan pulls it out of the way and gives you an encouraging thumbs up.

It takes you a minute, but you conjure a shield that resembles a salon chair and the both of you let out identical cries of delight.

Jordan pushes you to sit down with a kiss on your forehead. "That's my fucking girl. Tell me if the temperature is too hot."

Jordan washes your hair with the perfect amount of pressure and thoroughness. He's nearly rhythmic in his methodical cleaning. You didn't realize your eyes had fluttered closed until you hear him laugh. You open one eye to glare at him playfully, knowing he won't get soap in them.

"What's so funny?"

"You're like a cat. You gonna purr for me, baby?" He smirks.

"If you keep going like that, yeah. Or I'll fall asleep. Please don't make me fall asleep. I'll fall on my ass." You say.

"I'll endeavor to make the rest of the wash as unpleasant as possible."

He does not do that. And at one point you do fall asleep. Jordan catches you before you can actually fall. 'Thank God for Supe reflexes', you both think. You spend the rest of the wash with your eyes wide open and Jordan laughing at you.

"Did we put too much?" Jordan asks, dabbing at another drip of oil and conditioner down your brow.

"No, this is typical. The hair has to be saturated. It's dripping because the oil is you know... getting hot and even more liquid-y." You say, eyeing the episode of Property Brother's you'd both decided on. "Hm. I think that woman should be put to death."

Jordan was keeping vigilant about dabbing at the sides of your face. You'd been in charge of one side, at first. But Jordan seemed to have a sixth sense for when the other side was dripping as well, and kept interrupting you before you could get to any trickles of oil. You'd given up and just started narrating the show for her as she wasn't taking her eyes off the line of your brow.

"Why? What did she do?" Jordan dabs again.

"She wants to put up a fence that blocks the view of the historical house that she did not have to buy if she wanted a fence so bad." You roll your eyes.

"Is the city gonna let her?"

"No."

"Haha. 500k down the drain." Jordan cackles.

"Anti-gentrification win!" You hold out your fist for a fist-bump and Jordan obediently obliges, oil soaked rag still held in her fist.

A comfortable silence falls over you two, besides the noise of the portable hair dryer.

"I really think we put too much, baby." Jordan mutters, dabbing again.

"I have been doing this since I was twelve, Jordan!"

"Play the video again, one speed slower this time." Jordan's eyes are glued to your phone.

You're sitting between his legs again, cushioned by the (superior) pillow of his choosing. You were trying to decide on a simple hair style when Jordan saw a picture of Mini Twists and got excited to see you in them.

("You've already seen me in mini twists, Jordie. What are you talking about?"

"You weren't my girlfriend the last time you wore them though! Now you are, and I get to look at you as much as I want."

So that had decided that.)

"Okay, I think I got it. 'M gonna start with a braid base, without making the parts too big, then start twisting the hair with two strands, and that will make it last longer, right?"

"Right." You smile at how focused Jordan sounds.

They're hot when they're in the zone. You just didn't think they'd get so into helping you with your hair. But you should have known, really. Acts of service paired with their inner perfectionist? You're completely relaxed at this point. You know Jordan won't have you walking out of your room looking crazy, come hell or high water.

"Is this okay?" Jordan shows you a picture of the back of your head, three rows of twists done.

You gasp, snatching the phone, "That's my head?"

"Uh... yes?" Jordan answers slowly.

"The back of my head? The head on my body?"

"Should I start over?"

"Fuck you! These are almost better than mine. Who's hair are you playing around in when I'm not here, Jordan LI?"

"Stop using my fucking government name." Jordan tilts your head back to look at him with a gentle grip on your neck, grinning down at you. "You play too fucking much. You sure they're good, princess? It's okay if I need to redo them."

"I'm gonna give you orgasms that will make you lose brain cells."

"Baby!" Jordan laughs, rolling his eyes. "I'm serious. Do any of them need redoing?"

"The first row is really fucking good for a beginner but the second row is damn near perfect." You say.

"I'll redo the first row then." Jordan kisses your temple before moving you to face forward again.

"I said they were good!" You protest.

"But the second row is better. I want the whole thing to look good. Don't want you feeling self conscious cause I fucked up the style, y'know." Jordan mumbles.

You tilt your head back to look at him, ignoring him sucking his teeth (a habit he picked up from you) at you moving.

"I love you, Jordie. Thank you for helping me today." You coo.

You watch his face go red with a grin. He grins back, leaning down to give you a gentle kiss. When he tries to pull away too soon you whine, holding him close by the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Wanna kiss you. You're sweet." You breathe the words against his lips, insistently continuing the caress.

He sighs, smitten, and let's you lead for a moment. Hand finding it's way back to your neck and tightening just enough to make you gasp. Still, he pulls away too quickly.

"I'm gonna fuck you up." You scowl at him.

"The only thing you're gonna fuck up is your neck, brat. This is a horrible angle for you." Jordan's smile is so soft at the edges it's your turn to blush.

"Speak for yourself."

"No, I'm too busy speaking on behalf of your neck."

"Well, I'm speaking on behalf of my-"

"Pussy?"

"I was going to say raging hormones but that's a lot more to the point, yeah. Or maybe I was going to say something romantic. You ever think of that, Jordie? Huh?"

"Were you going to say something romantic?" Jordan hums.

"No."

"Let me do your hair in peace." Jordan turns you forward again with a laugh.

"Turn this way." Jordan instructs, snapping another picture.

"I don't know whether you're worse than an Instagram hair stylist or a Mom." You ponder, words barely audible because your girlfriend is scary.

"Shut up and smile." Jordan scowls.

As if engraved into your genetic code the words make you do just that. You suffer through another 20 pictures being taken before you say enough is enough.

Jordan happily shows you the pictures, as if you hadn't seen yourself in the mirror just a minute ago. Or ever. The grin on her face so wide it looks like it hurts.

"You like it, baby?" Jordan asks again.

"It looks so good, Jordie. It looks like I paid someone honestly."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." You drape your arms around her shoulders. "How's this angle?"

"For what?" Jordan tilts her head to the side, puzzled.

"For kissing. Since you were so worried about the angle before."

Jordan scoffs, but she's the one to pull you in. She doesn't pull away this time.

A/N: i needed reader to have a goofball vibe because i have a goofball vibe. if you enjoyed this fic consider reblogging, leaving a reply, or an anonymous ask saying you enjoyed it! a writers fuel is engagement. xoxoxo

#jordan li x reader #jordan li imagine #jordan li #black!reader #black reader #IVE WORKED ON THIS ONE TOO LONG FUCK IT WE BALL #last few jordan li readers i've written have not had a reader who is a goofball #and if someone acted like this around me (hot brooding and scowling) #i suffer from jester syndrome. i would need to make them laugh

[toaster-selfships]

Send me good wishes yall. I'm going to try and work on some late work when I get home but I'm chronically bad at doing that without an energy drink but I'm not ready for the impending doom of selling my soul to energy drinks so I can function

Uuhhhhhhhhh I accidentally went on a tangent and there's a whole vent in the tags oopsies

#i already get an energy drink every time on my lunch break at work. but thats partly cause im not too fond of my current job anyways #i dont need perfect grades just. as long as theyre passing i dont care #and are still passing grades after whatverr the finals do to it #im going to a trade school anyways gpa doesnt matter. ive just. QUITE LITERALLY. spent my whole life smacking my head into a desk- #-cause of school. and im so desperate to get my ass outta here. It'll be so much easier cause i will be free from family too #once i get my own place that is. I honest to God would rather sell my soul to two jobs and come home to peace and breathe #than this hell now. being at school is tourment and being at home is tourment. cant wait till im actually HOME. and not some. house. #home is where the dodge challenger that i will sleep in is. home is where the heart is. and my heart isnt anywhere here. #just. one more year. i can get my license at my brithday which is all the way in decemeber but. one more year from now #and I can scrape by and graduate and say adios. #i refuse to acknowledge the scenerio of not making it cause. fuck it we ball or something. am i using that saying right #i already did my time in prison(summer school) #i dont know about yall but summer school was honestly one of the WORST expereinces ive ever been in. horrible.

[goosefruit]

underneath the christmas tree

vanessa shelly x fem!reader

tw: smut, sub!reader, praise kink, vanessa eats it from the back, fingering, sex toy/vibrator use

a/n: im sorry if this is ass ive had terrible writer's block for like the past two weeks help

Pressing down on the last piece of tape, you let out a little ‘aha!’ as you adjusted the material around your body. You took a long look in the mirror, admiring the result of your work.

Nothing except two pieces of wrapping paper covered your top and bottom halves, patterns of snowflakes on a red background. Of course, you made sure to cut away enough paper to show off your cleavage. A dainty pink bow was glued on the makeshift ‘bra’ to top it all off. 

Everything was held together messily by cheap tape, but that didn’t really matter; the outfit was made to be torn apart anyways. 

You looked like a real present. 

For the past forty-five minutes, you had been working on this bizarre scheme that you had thought to be so hilarious. Vanessa was taking one of her hour-long showers, giving you a perfect period of time to take advantage of. 

You heard the shower turn off and quickly rushed to take your place beneath the Christmas tree. 

Though there were still a couple of days to go until Christmas Day, presents were already stacked in neat piles around the base of the tree. At least a quarter of them were from Vanessa to you, who loved to spoil you with her cop money. 

Vanessa stepped out of the washroom in her bathrobe, damp hair draped across her shoulders.

“Woah! Did Santa come early this year?” A playful grin took over her face as she caught sight of you on your knees under the tree. 

“This exactly what you wished for?” You asked her sweetly, feigning innocence despite being half-naked. 

“Mhm,” she leaned down to kiss you. Fresh out of the shower, you could smell a combination of her shampoo, body wash, and lotion. You moaned softly against her lips and pulled her down so that she was on the ground with you. 

Her hands began to wander on your body, nails lightly scratching your bare back. With that, you felt her tongue enter your mouth, and you knew that she was getting impatient for more. 

“Unwrap me,” your voice was barely a whisper. 

In one effortless motion, Vanessa ripped your top in half, letting it fall to the floor. She did not waste a second before cupping your breasts in her hands, squeezing and massaging them. You sucked on the tip of her tongue to let her know how much you were enjoying it. 

Without breaking the kiss, she scooped you up in her arms and carried you to the rug in front of the fireplace. Here, you didn’t have to worry about knocking anything over. 

Her mouth eventually found itself on your breast, licking a stripe up your cleavage. Squeals and whines spewed out of you as she sucked hickeys into your soft skin. 

“So pretty, my love,” Her breath tickled against your collarbone. “Such perfect tits, and you wrapped them up so well for me.”

Fuck, her praises made you so wet. 

“You sound so adorable too. All I want to do is make you whine and moan all day, touching those beautiful tits however you want me to. Think you can be louder for me?”

You nodded swiftly, meeting her lustful eyes.

“Good girl.”

An embarrassingly loud moan slipped out between your lips. 

“Now, let’s see what else we got here.” She slipped her fingers under the remaining wrapping paper and pulled it off your hips, crumpling it into a ball and throwing it god knows where.

Your pussy practically gleamed in the light, folds slick with arousal. You couldn’t help but thrust your hips up in a desperate need for any kind of friction. 

Vanessa gasped with mock-astonishment. “How did you know that this was at the top of my wishlist?” 

You gave her a light slap on the arm for her sarcasm. 

Now, you were in a position where you laid on your back with her on top of you. Her fingers brushed over the top of your pussy. Your sore, needy pussy. 

“I can’t believe this pretty cunt is all mine. Did me playing with your tits get you this wet?” Her hands wrapped around the back of your calves and placed your legs over her shoulders. You shivered as her damp hair stuck to your sensitive inner thighs. 

“Vanessa, touch me please,” you needed to feel her tongue before you passed out from arousal.

“Oh look sweetie, your pussy’s getting wetter, all for me! It’s practically gushing out of you, my needy girl,” she pressed kisses down your thighs, neglecting the part where you needed her most. “I wanna get a taste of that sweet nectar.”

“Just p-please, I need you. Please, please, please, Vanessa.” 

“However, I do have a better idea. On all fours for me, sweetheart.”

You groaned at your pleasure being delayed for even a second longer, but obliged as you had no other choice. Vanessa went behind you, firmly gripping both of your thighs. “What a perfect view,” she sighed lovingly. Before you had time to process, she buried her face in your soaked heat, nails digging into your skin. She pulled you closer to her by the legs, and you yelped as you felt her tongue on your clit after that agonizing wait. 

“Y-yes baby! Fuck— just like that.” You screamed at the top of your lungs. If losing your voice was what it took for her to keep going, you were gladly ready to make the sacrifice.

Vanessa slipped two fingers inside of you, then adding a third when she decided that you were turned on enough to easily take all three. She curled them rhythmically, alternating with strokes of her tongue against your throbbing clit. It was almost embarrassing how fast your orgasm was building up, but every move your girlfriend made brought you closer to the inevitable.

“Just like that, feels so good. God it feels so good, don’t stop, please don’t stop.” You wailed, squeezing your eyes shut. You prayed with all your might that Vanessa was feeling generous enough to let you cum straight away tonight. 

“What a good girl. You taste amazing, I can’t get enough.” She grabbed at your ass, leaving a red imprint. “Cum when you’re ready, m’kay my dear? ‘M not going to be mean tonight, you’ve been such a good girl.”

The “thank you” that you meant to say was lost amongst a long string of moans and profanities as you finally reached your climax. Thrusting your core onto her tongue, arousal gushed out into her mouth and all over her fingers. You didn’t know how long it was until your legs stopped shaking.

“You did such a good job. I’m so proud of you,” Vanessa scooped you up in her arms and held you against her chest, which was rising up and down quickly as she, too, tried to catch her breath.

After a brief moment, she set you down to grab something from the tree.

“Since I got to open an early present today, I thought it would only be fair for you to open one of your own too.” 

She handed you a box, wrapped with blue paper and white ribbon. 

You almost choked when you saw what was inside.

A light pink G-spot vibrator——it seemed rather expensive too, with various different settings built in. 

Vanessa helped you take it out of its packaging, knowing your hands were still shaky from your orgasm. As you examined the toy, she untied her robe and threw it aside, leaving you with a breathtaking view of her naked body. 

“Allow me to give you a demo.”

Taking the toy, she pressed herself against you irresistibly. Her nipples were hard and erect, toned abs flexing as she rolled her hips onto you. The stickiness on her lips tasted of your pleasure.

She lined the silicone up with your entrance, pushing half of it in before turning on the vibrations. You moaned as it found your sweet spot, throwing your head back in ecstasy. 

“Feels good, hmm?” Vanessa hummed, slowly rocking the toy up and down inside of you. “Got some pretty friggin’ great reviews online. Maybe you could leave your own after.” 

Her ability to talk so casually while fucking you never failed to turn you on. Your stomach flipped nonstop, a knot tightening in your core. 

She turned the vibrator up a setting and positioned the handle along her slit.

The noises she let out as she ground her clit against the silicone were sinful, moans and whimpers laced with pure lust. She kept a hand on the toy, now drawing small circles on your g-spot. 

“You gonna cum, baby? Is my princess gonna cum?” Her breathing was harsh and ragged as she began to seek her own high. 

“Ye— turn it up another s-setting, please!” 

She did what you asked, and was rewarded by a huge spurt of squirt splattering all over her thighs. You cried out her name hoarsely as you came, limbs spasming like crazy. 

“You’re so fucking hot, good fucking girl. Squirting all over me like that, gonna make me cum, holy shit.” 

Another roll of her hips, and Vanessa finished with a silent scream. 

It was a rare sight, seeing her lose control like that—back arching, eyebrows knitted, eyes rolling back, and mouth wide open. You loved it.

When she was stable enough to stand, she got up to retrieve her bathrobe and covered the two of you with it. The fireplace softly crackled in the background, radiating heat. 

You laid with your eyes closed as she spooned you from behind, feeling so warm, so loved, and so very grateful.

#fnaf x reader #vanessa afton #vanessa fnaf #vanessa shelly #vanessa shelly x reader #vanessa monroe #vanessa shelly smut #wlw nsft #fnaf vanessa #christmas smut

[dreorig]

Kitten.

When you decided to prank Eddie and turn him into a certified cat boy, you couldn't have imagined what happened next.

content/warnings: +18 | sub bottom cat hybrid eddie x soft dom top male reader | smut | fluff | it's silly kinda | unprotected sex | anal sex | breeding kink | praise kink | slight feminisation | eddie just needs some love, the poor baby | tiniest mention of venom, sorry

notes: this originally was a long fic (around 4k... unfinished...) but methinks people don't really fuck with long fics so i decided to post only the smut (>﹏<) it explained how eddie turned into a kitty kat and etc, plus contained lots of fluff cuz im a sucker for that!! but yeahhh i gave up. also. eddie is wearing a collar with a little bell cuz wahh!!! he's just!!!! too cute!!!!!! ive got this idea for a while now so enjoy ig?!?!?!?!?!

Approaching the half-closed door, you could hear your name between needy whimpers. You opened the door with a smirk on your face and Eddie didn't even notice you. Eddie's head was down and his ass up in the air while he fingered himself, the wet noises sounding like music to you — his hands slid under one of your shirts that he was wearing and began playing with his own chest, whimpering louder when he pinched his nipples. Eddie's tail was raised too; a sign that a cat is ready to mate.

Lord, have mercy on thy son.

"Oh, Eddie, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"

Your voice snapped Eddie out of it. He switched positions in the blink of an eye and now he was sitting up, eyes wide and face flustered as he squeezed his thighs together in a poor attempt to hide what you had already seen, looking at you as if he'd rather face Satan himself at the moment.

"It's okay, you don't need to feel embarrassed." You held his hand and pressed a soft kiss on it. "My friend told me you're in heat, just like a cat."

"H-heat?"

"That's right. Your body should calm down after mating a couple times." You put a hand on his cheek, using the other to interlace your fingers with his. "I can help you, if you'd like? But of course you don't have to do anything you don't want, dear. We can always find another solution."

"N-no, please," he rubbed his face against your palm, trying to feel the most of your caresses. "Need you."

He would be the death of you one of these days.

"Alright, sweetie." You kissed the corner of his lips. "As much as I love to see you in my clothes, don't you think this shirt is gonna get in our way? Um? Let's take it off."' You grabbed the hem of the shirt, lifted it over his head and tossed it aside somewhere. Getting up, you began taking your own shirt off. "Now, hands under your knees."

Your cock throbbed inside your pants as you watched Eddie pulling his legs up, those thick thighs touching his chest with ease, exposing his already well-stretched hole with lube dripping out of it. His fully hard cock was in a similar state, wet with pre-cum and lube, and his balls looked so ready to get squeezed.

Fuck, you really needed to fuck him into oblivion.

"Such a good princess for me." You licked your lips, admiring the sight before you. His tail quivered. "I'm gonna breed you so well. You'd like that, wouldn't you? To get pregnant, full of my babies."

Eddie almost melted on the spot over the idea, his fluffy ears upright while he attentively listened to what you'd do to him soon. He couldn't bring himself to say anything, so he nodded eagerly instead, the bell on his neck tinkling. You chuckled, pulling down your pants and boxers.

"Of course you do, princess." You finished undressing and leaned over him, inhaling his addicting scent. "Sorry for making you wait, love."

Wrapping his arms around your neck, Eddie moaned in your mouth when you kissed him while your hands landed on his hips and squeezed them. You bit and sucked on his lips, craving that sweet taste you'd never get tired of. Finishing the kiss, you wasted no time in putting your mouth to work again as you sucked his already hard nipple, a hand now playing with his other nipple, occasionally grabbing the mass around it. Making sure not a single inch of that perfect chest was neglected, you know.

Eddie felt so hot that for a while he thought he'd burst into flames anytime your hands stopped touching his body, even if for no more than five seconds. God, was he horny. Your tip just touched his hole, as if teasing him, and Eddie didn't know if that was on purpose or not but shit, he was impatient. Grinding his ass against your cock, he moaned, "H-hurry up… can't wait… any longer…"

"I know you want it, kitten, but I also know you can wait just a little more. I taught you well, didn't I? Let me show you some love first."

You bit Eddie's shoulder, not enough to hurt, just to leave an ownership mark you knew your princess would like to look at later — you had to fight the urge to rip off the collar and have full access to his neck once again, but you kept your cool because he looked so cute wearing that. Instead, you palmed his aching cock and stroked it at a slow pace, taking your own sweet time to trace those veins your fingerprints already had memorised; that earned you a groan from the irritated kitten beneath you, who didn't know if he should move his hips to meet your strokes or grind his ass on your hardness, wordlessly asking you to just stop the crap and fuck him already.

"My kitten is just too needy, um? Alright, let's have it your way this one time."

Eddie let out a loud, satisfied moan when you finally began burying your cock inside him, not as fast as he wanted but he could feel every inch of your cock slowly stretching him out and for that he was grateful — Venom was probably saying something in his mind about how weird and mildly pathetic humans were with their mating habits, but Eddie's mind was too foggy to understand or even give a shit. Then you abruptly pulled out, but before Eddie could protest, you shoved it all again in one go.

Eddie's teary eyes widened and saliva ran down his chin, "Fuck—"

You felt a sticky, hot fluid hitting your stomach and you didn't even need to look down to see what it was; you couldn't help but grin, looking at your boyfriend. "Eddie, did you just cum only because I slammed my cock inside you? Sometimes I forget my princess is really just a cock slut."

Eddie whimpered, his face looking impossibly red, and closed his eyes, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You chucked, not really expecting an answer, and began moving at a more-slow-than-fast, steady pace. The wet sounds that echoed in the room each time your skin met combined with Eddie's whines almost drove you insane.

You kept pounding Eddie just right, he didn't even mind the slight discomfort in his overstimulated cock, only bringing himself to plead, "More, please, more."

Always eager to do as he wishes, you began increasing your pace, thrusting deeper and deeper, just the way you knew Eddie liked. Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle. He was sobbing in your ear and digging his claws into your skin — and you loved knowing that would leave marks. Then you noticed something very interesting.

"Would you look at that, kitten…" you grabbed Eddie's hand and put it atop of his own lower abdomen, making him feel the bulge there each time you thrusted. "See how deep I am? Does it feel good, princess?"

Eddie only nodded rapidly, his mind only half conscious now. He could only concentrate on how good your cock felt repeatedly hitting his sweet spot.

"No, no, not like that. I want you to tell me how good you feel. I know you can do that, kitten."

"It's — ah!— so good… I'm so full. Ahh~ f-faster, please?"

"Anything for my obedient princess." You kissed his cheek and said, "Wrap your legs around my waist and hold on tight."

Eddie complied and immediately you changed your pace to a faster, harder and even deeper one, feeling Eddie's claws now digging across your back. You moved your head to nibble on his neck, leaving small bites and hickeys all over his skin, and one of your hands travelled to his cock in order to give it attention once again.

"You're taking me so well, princess. Your perfect body is all mine, even your tight hole was made to fit my cock so beautifully," you praised Eddie as you stroked him with the same pace of your thrusts. "Such a good kitten. That's right, keep moaning in my ear like a cute princess."

"[Name]!" Eddie broke down once he came again, sobbing as heavy tears fell down his face, and hugged you tighter. "D-deep! You're so deep!"

Eddie's tears made you almost dizzy. Holy fuck, how could he be so freaking perfect?

"Shit—" you panted, "I'm gonna cum. Okay, kitten? And you're gonna take it all until there's nothing left and you're all full of my babies, because you're gonna be such an amazing mamma. Ain't that right, dear?"

"Goddamn, yes." Eddie's pretty face was wet with tears, his pink lips also wet and swollen, and you could see his fangs as he let out the cutest moan ever escape. Then he opened his glossy eyes and fixed his lovey-dovey gaze on you, "I promise to be the best mamma to our babies."

That did it. You tightened the grip on his waist and pushed him against you, giving one last deep thrust before reaching your climax, feeling him clenching around your cock as you proceeded to fill him up with your seed. Your grip on his waist remained strong, locking you both together and not allowing a single drop of cum to leak out of his hole before you properly breed him.

Eddie was limp in your arms, still letting out a few more tears as you held him close before calming down. You smiled fondly at the sight, loving how cute he was.

"You're so pretty. My pretty princess." You peppered  his face with kisses, feeling the salty taste of his tears on your lips. "I love you so much."

Eddie's mind was still foggy but yet he gave a cosy smile, managing to mumble, "I love you too."

Afterwards you made Eddie drink some water and showered him with praises, making sure he was alright — that, of course, until Eddie started begging you to fuck him once again, because he was still a needy kitty in heat.

#ak.writes #eddie brock x male reader #eddie brock x reader #sub eddie brock #x top male reader #x dom male reader

[sgntr]

Adventure 12 - Deliver more than just a gift

When I came back from my overseas trip, I bought some gifts for my friends. I went to deliver it to one of my friend's house. Turns out, he was not home but his wife (Nat) as home.

I sort of know the wife too as we were all friends before they got together. When I showed up at the door, Nat was slightly surprised. She invited me into her house to have a seat.

I remember always fantasising about banging her way before they got together. Her tight slim body being used as my fuck toy. My dick slapping her B cup tits (yes i went to sneakily see it cuz im a creep). My cum dripping down her face after I am done with her. Almost everything you can imagine.

So her being in fbt and tank top not wearing a bra got me hard instantly. Even thought she was married to my friend, I could not help but think about it. And this being the first time we were alone together did not make it easier.

We were at the dining table just chatting. Tbh I was not really paying attention. All I was doing was trying to not get caught looking at her cleavage.

Nat then kindly passed me some food and accidentally dropped it on the floor. I quickly got some tissue to help clean the floor under the table.

When I got under the table, her legs were open with her hand pulling her pants aside showing she was not wearing any panties.

"How much hints do I need to give you?"

I was slightly confused, though I know where this is going.

"I have been dropping hints for so long! I dont wanna sound desperate but can we just fuck"

"You're married! If [redacted] finds out, he will kill me!!"

"He won't find out! and you can do it with that milf at work, why not me? We know each other way longer"

"errr..." I was lost for words.

"Besides, [redacted] always works late. when he comes home he always say he is tired. I haven't had dick in so long!!"

"errr..."

She walked over to my side of the table and held my hand and placed it on her pussy. I could feel it already slightly damp. Her other hand was on my cock which was getting even harder by the second. She leaned in and whispered "He won't find out".

With that, I was sold.

I stood up and walked over to the sofa area. She stood at the dining table, a little confused.

"Well, if you really want it, crawl over and get it"

She grinned, got on her knees and crawled over. Once she was under me, she pulled down my shorts and my dick sprang out.

"Damnnn, you weren't lying about your length huh"

She pulled back the foreskin and started sucking on my dick. Her hands fondled my balls as her saliva started leaking down my shaft. She was like a pro, scooping up the saliva to coat my dick and not wasting a single drop.

Her head looked up as she continued to stroke my dick. She looked me in the eye and saliva still dripping out of her mouth onto my dick as she strokes.

She then got up, turned around and bent over. She then pulled her shorts aside to reveal her dripping wet pussy. Using her fingers, she split her pussy lips open with her other hand playing with her clit.

"I want you in me daddy. fill me with your shaft."

I did as told. I stood up, her pussy was at the perfect height for me, took aim and thrusted in. She let out a muffled scream as it was late at night. Her pussy was so tight I may have stretched it. My hands grasp on her ass and pulled her pussy in and out, using her as a fuck toy just how I imagined years back. Her hand went between her legs and fondled my balls as I continued fucking her.

I pulled up one side of her shorts and started spanking her ass as I continued fucking her raw. Soon, her ass was bright red with my hand print on it.

"Hope he doesn't come back now. because i am not gonna stop even if that door opens"

"Fk it... just.. keep.. going.. thats what.. he gets.. for... ughhh"

I reached over to pull her head up by her hair and continued thrusting into her. My other hand reached around and squeezed her tits. Boobs that Ive been wanting to squeeze for so long. Her tight pussy made it harder to hold my cum in. A few moments later, I knew I was about to cum but did not want to cum inside her so I pulled out.

I sat back down on the sofa and Nat was back on her knees.

"Use your tits and make me cum"

"Yes master"

She pulled her tank top up slightly and slid my dick in from the bottom and my dick head emerged in between her cleavage. Using her tight tank top to hold her boobs together, she bounced up and down with one hand fondling my balls and the other playing with her pussy.

All this was happening while her eyes were locked on mine. Saliva was still slowly dripping down on my dick to lubricate it.

"Shoot your cum on me daddy. I know you want it. I want your whole load on dripping down my face. You want to punish this naughty nat for cheating on her husband. Mark me with your cum and make me the slut I truly am."

I could not hold it in any longer. Those words were just pressing all the right buttons and without warning, I shot my load up to her face as she looked down with her mouth open trying to catch my load in her mouth.

I sat there completely exhausted. And when I looked up, there it was, the final piece of the puzzle. Nat's face was dripping with my cum. My dick was still between her tits. It was a sight to behold. I wanted to take a pic so bad but my phone was too far away.

She stood up and went to get some tissues to clean her face. I pulled up my pants and sat there to rest. We chilled for awhile after that and the stains all over her clothes got me hard again.

The door sounded and I panicked.

"Go inside and change!!!"

"Don't worry.. he wont even notice. watch"

Nat cheerfully went to the door and greet him as he walked in. They hugged and he immediately went "I am so tired today, gonna go shower and sleep".

As he walked past me he then said "oh hey bro, let's catch up soon ya. thanks for the gift!" and went straight to his room.

"Its late, time for me to get going!"

Nat sent me off at the door and I went home.

TBC

For context she wore the cum stained clothes to sleep beside her husband.

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#sgntr #sgntr nat

[m3hgumi]

— their love languages

a/n: apologies for the inactivity! ive been prepping for my first semester of college and i haven't gotten all of my creative juices refilled just yet. for now, take this (i honestly don't know where im going with this but fuck it we ball)

pairings: itadori yuji x f!reader, fushiguro megumi x f!reader, gojo satoru x f!reader, inumaki toge x f!reader

genres: fluff, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, mild angst

word count: 745

ITADORI YUJI is a gentleman in all of the right ways. a spring in his step often leads him to open and hold the door for you whenever the two of you are roaming the busy streets of tokyo, taking in the sights incomparable to those in his life before jujutsu high. during said times, he always has an arm slinging across your neck, wrapped in his embrace, sometimes laying his head on your shoulder as an act of protection. he insists on walking you back to your dorm after dates at night, wanting to make sure you get home safe and sound. when dates are in the comfort of the student dorms, his cooking abilities are put at stake, though he knows that you would not judge and whatever he whips for dinner that day will taste better than the last. yet he strives to get the amount of seasoning on the meatballs just right, because there is nothing more that makes his heart swell than seeing your face light up when you munch excitedly on the delicacies of his cooking.

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI prides himself in actions over words. he's made it his life's goal to protect those he finds dear to him, with you being one of them. though he is not one for physical or verbal displays of affection, acts of service are his vice through which he expresses his love for you. to him, love is just more than "i love you"s and pda. it is also the small distance he keeps between you and him that allows him to protect you at just below a second's notice. it is also the extra change of clothes, a meal, and drinks he leaves in your dorm for you to come back to after a mission. it is also the stinging of the alcohol that he rubs on your wounds when you can't visit shoko after a troubling battle with a curse. it is also the light scolding he gives you after pushing yourself too hard with your technique while training or in the battlefield. though his "i love you"s are rare, his affection is received by you more than you count.

GOJO SATORU is a man of daily affirmations, which includes his "i love you"s multiple times throughout the day, a direct reminder of his affection. whether it is the first thing he does in the morning, right before he has to part from you for work, when he passes by you in the hallways, after he gets home from a long day of rambunctious teenagers and missions, or before his consciousness drifts off for a few hours. though he is no dictionary, his nicknames for you are endless, each coming out of his mouth with a hearty smile that's able to break you from any sour mood. going from a "babe" to "sweetheart" to "darling", he can't get enough of the sweet taste in his tongue when he calls out for you. he is not shy of physical touch either, always having an arm around your neck to keep you close while the two of you are outside. his personal favorite is tickling, usually in the comfort of the sofa in your shared apartment. your laughs as he mercilessly tickles your neck and stomach are music to his ears, escaping from the burdens of being the strongest.

for INUMAKI TOGE, physical touch and acts of service are the voices of his love that cannot be expressed verbally. the silver locks of his hair tickle the base of your neck as he leans closer, keeping his head under your chin as his arms wrap around your waist. he holds you firmly yet gently, almost taking a protective stance in the comfort of your own bedroom. it isn't just cuddles in the early mornings that convey his devotion to you though. you find his love in the items he brings back from his grocery runs, which are seemingly random until you remember that you were in need of it anyways and it always tended to slip your mind when you were already there. the endless tiktoks and memes reminding him of you that are sent, his daily check in texts, his goodnight texts, his scent coming from the clothes that he lends you still sitting the closet of your dorm, forgetting to return them, yet he doesn’t mind; all are signs of his affection, without him having to voice an “i love you”

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#jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfiction #itadori yuji #fushiguro megumi #gojo satoru #inumaki toge #itadori yuji x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #gojo satoru x reader #inumaki toge x reader #jjk x reader #gojo drabbles #inumaki drabbles #jujutsu itadori #megumi fushiguro drabbles #jjk x you #jjk fluff #jjk drabbles #jjk fandom #gojo x y/n #megumi x y/n #yuji x y/n

[stevie-petey]

hiiiiiiiii honey <3 could we get a blurb about bug telling steve about jonathan’s outburst towards her after he took the pictures of nancy and steve’s reaction to learning about it???? it would be so so appreciated by me <3 you’re the best ever <3 MWAH

(i am being held against my will to write this jonathan sweetie im so sorry) (i love u val) (u are evil)

i know this isnt necessarily what u MEANT but ,,, ive been dying to expand upon bugs kindness and how it may seem annoying and pathetic, but its hers ! its her kindness !!!

enjoy <3

"no way you guys havent wanted to strangle each other at least once." steve remarks one day as he watches you and jonathan work side by side at the cash register.

jonathan had been bored today and decided to join you and steve at work, something that you're very happy about, honestly.

"oh, ive definitely wanted to strangle jonathan," you say, writing down a new shipment receipt while the boy next to you doodles.

steve rolls his eyes. "old married couple squabbling doesnt count. im talking, like, full on betrayal and hurt here. you guys are always so... you, and it has to be an act."

jonathan snorts. "shouldve seen the fights we had last year. surprised y/n didnt kill me with her bare hands."

"i dont believe you."

"no, hes right." you look up at steve. "he threw a jacket at my face last year and then told me we werent family the night he took those pictures of nancy. then cried in my arms like a day later."

steve stares at you, shocked.

"i also then slept in nancys bed and lied about it. and tried leaving you behind a few times."

"that you did," you flick jonathans ear, causing him to wince in pain. "you deserved that."

"i did."

during this entire exchange, steve hasnt said a single word. hes still stunned, baffled by the fact that jonathan could be so cruel to someone so wonderful.

"wait a second," he looks between you and jonathan. "and youre still friends?"

"yeah." you both say at the same time.

steve cant fucking believe it. you do anything and everything for jonathan, that much is obvious, and sure. steve has seen jonathan do small acts of kindness towards you, devote the same back, but to throw a jacket at you and belittle you? and now here he is, joking about it alongside you. as if it was all okay in the end.

"youre too nice sometimes, y/n." the words leave steves lips before he can stop them. once he realizes what hes said, he looks up at jonathan and panics. "sorry, man. im sure you guys talked it out and... yeah."

jonathan shrugs. "no, youre right. she is and i was dick."

"im right here, you know."

steve winces. "sorry."

"its fine, honestly." you go back to scribbling shipment orders. "i am indeed too nice, but i dont ever really see the point in holding a grudge? i mean, jonathan apologized and i understood the stress he was under. sure, it didnt erase all the hurt he caused, but after almost dying immediately after being mad at him for not including me in something... i dont know. it felt silly to hold onto that anger after. childish, even."

jonathan and steve share a look, for once both seeming to think the same thing.

shes too good.

you hate that they do this. you hate that people view your kindness as a weakness. after the hell youve been through, long before monsters even came to hawkins, youve learned the hard way just how rare kindness is.

now you try to be kind to everything and everyone, no matter what it may cost you.

the kindness is yours, no one elses.

and if that makes you weak, then at least it made you better.

you tear two pieces paper from your notebook, scrunch them up into balls, and then throw them at steve and jonathan. "stop pitying me. im kind and i love that aspect of myself. i dont care if it makes me vulnerable or pathetic. its a piece of me, and i wouldnt change it. if you dont like it, then that belittles me even more than emotional outbursts ever could."

jonathan sighs. "youre right, bug. youre a very kind and lovely person and its what makes you a joy to be around, paper balls and all."

steve plays along. "definitely a better super power than spider-man, dare i say."

"okay, lets not get ahead of ourselves now," you giggle, appreciative of both the boys. they may not understand or like the way you view the world, but theyre at least trying.

its all you could ask for.

even if steve later on that day pulls you aside to whisper, "i think i can kick jonathans ass this time, if you ever need it."

and its enough.

#southelroy #ask #come home blurb #set in between seasons 1 and 2 #m speaks #m's writing #bug lore #wdtai insight #bug is the quote #and so i try to be kind to everything i see #and in everything i see #i see him #thats bug #and its what makes her so beautiful

[otiksimr]

Hey can i just like. Ramble. For a soild minute.

Your art is so cool like. Chefs kiss. Its great. The anatomy and structures are honestly so well built and fluid for whatever youre drawing especially for the "fuck it we ball" mindset (honestly me) and besides that, your wof and general character designs??? Solid. 10/10. I wish the silkwings and hivewings had mandibles like that in canon. Especially the nightwing patterns based on the skies! Its pretty neat :3

And the idea with the leafwings and symbiosis! Like walking gardens! Thats so cool?? Could you imagine what the wof weed breath of evil would do to that? Imagine Hawthorn for example having a basic garden thats actually infected by the plant, to where it perhaps saps energy from the other plants in its reach to gain more control over time? Maybe leafwings could be more affected by the othermind in that sense.

Oh and also! The posts about dieties! Ive got my own project ive been working on for a year or two now and was genuinely shocked to see someone else with the same train of thought? Usually whenever i see diety characters or worlds revolving around them, theyre often tied to our own customs and societal rules, same with the laws of physics, time, space ect. So i was hyped to see another person going against that too! Like with the whole "no gender just vibes" as them being concepts and not exactly outright physical beings. Same with them not quite having a moral compass but rather a "directive compass" where theyre more inclined to just do their own thing if it benefits them rather than in consolation with the opposing entity. As you phrased it, theyre "benevolent by nature"!

I swear like 70% of my liked posts are yours lmao and any time your pfp changes i get caught of guard by it and just go "Hey! Another fan of Eims! Wait a minute. That is Eim"

Anyways, just wanted to say your art is cool and that its inspired me to draw more often and to try experimenting with my designs a bit more! :33

Alright im done rambling ill shuffle away now :3

-shark anon (or something like that)

Auauahguahg Thank you!!!

Whenever it comes to gods in general I always felt iffy trying to gender them, like trying to gender a concept just feels wrong. I like having gods be tangible but incomprehensible if that makes sense. They are unbound by the laws of the universe as they are what created it.

Also a piece of lore about the 'concept' thing. Concepts can exist without a god. There are an endless amount of concepts but there's not a god for all of them, typically only 'important' concepts such as life and death have gods of which control and embody it. That being said when gods are created concepts- latch onto them so to speak.

Then there are the primordial gods, more True Deity than True Primordial though, the Abyss and the Radiance of which were concepts that existed for so long that they gained a will and consciousness of kickstarted the existence of the universe as we know it as. One concept, interestingly enough that has yet to have deity attached to it though, is time. :)

#Kos speaks

[indulgencecentral]

pairing: geto suguru × fcoded!reader

warnings: NSFW, grinding, semi public sex, teasing, blowjob, nicknames.

A/N: listen, idk where ive been, but i'm back! im gonna try and post more regularly. i wrote this in like half an hour. my sugu deserves the world. pushing my 'sugar' nickname for suguru agenda too. and yeah, I changed my format bc the other one was too much work. NOT PROOFREAD EITHER.

MDNI

you're with suguru at the club and it's dark. the only way you feel him is the way he touches you, hand on your hips, grabbing handfuls of your hips, caressing the sensitive sides of your body, running his hands over the spots that get you going, the pads of his thumbs teasing the underside of your breasts through the tight dress your wearing.

the final straw is his breath tickling the nape of your neck. you're grinding against him, and you feel the length of him pressing into you, insistent and throbbing, and you're going mad with need, you want more, you want him.

you can't take it anymore, so you drag him into the club bathroom. he's pressed you against the wall of the bathroom, mouth is hot and ravenous against you, he's biting your bottom lip and licking into your mouth, swallowing your every gasp and moan, he doesn't stop there, his mouth is teasing along your jaw, moving down your throat to suck hickies and marks into your skin, peppering your flushed body with reminders of him, and your left to whimper and moan so loudly that you should be embarrassed but his mouth feels too good.

your fingers are clumsy and desperate, you need to feel the weight of him in your hand. you love his cock, and you're dropping to your knees before him, laving kisses along his length, giddy at the sight of him, towering over you. he was dressed like a meal, a crop top over fishnet that hugged his gorgeous musculature in all the right places, jeans slung low on his hips undone down the front, his eyeliner smeared, hair cascading down his shoulders marked with your nails, begging to be pulled.

your drooling, who wouldn't, and kissing the tip of his cock, licking the underside to the sound of him groaning, his fist slamming against the wall, and you run your hands up his thighs, caressing every bit of bare skin and you swallow his dick, slobbering around him, watching as he pants above you, his mouth gaping as you bob on his length, slow and teasing.

it doesn't take long for him to crack, and you're gasping as his hand fists your hair, and he's fucking into your mouth, slow, shallow thrusts that leave you wanting more, until you dig your nails into his skin, and he let's out a breathy moan, and then he's fucking into your mouth until your throat bruises, and your swallowing him down like his good girl.

he's reaching his peak now, you can tell, sweat making his hair stick to his forehead, eyes closed in concentration, the pace of his hips is faltering, you have spit down your chin, and your humming around him, fingers reaching to softly stroke his balls, hanging low, and that sends him over the edge, he's cumming down your throat.

you take everything he has to give you, suckling on his swollen head, looking up at him through your ruined make up, giving him a close lipped smile as you release his cock with a distinct 'pop.' he's stroking your hair, looking down at you with eyes filled with affection, lifting you up in his arms, giving you a soft, open-mouthed kiss, groaning at the taste of him on your tongue.

"my pretty princess," he whispered, leaning in close, gently biting the lobe of your ear, and you shivered at the gesture.

"sugar, can we go home now?" you whimper, reeling at the sensation of his knee pressing between your thighs.

"whatever my darling wants."

Original Work

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#jjk #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #suguru getou #geto suguru #suguru geto #getou suguru #getou #geto smut #geto suguru smut #geto x reader #jjk geto #jujutsu kaisen smut #og #original work

[sygol]

ⓘ due to the way that tumblr mobile works, audio files will play one after another, all of the following audios are only a few seconds long but have a minute of silence preceding them, this is to make the post work, just ignore the added silence

and now, without further ado, we present, THE POST...

... and one last slow even breath outwards, you are expelling all those wicked spirits from the basin of your stomach, none of them will get caught in your teeth, i promise. this has been the spiritual mindful meditation audio tape number 34, now think, has anything been troubling you lately, any worries resting on your mind?

hey you, hellllooo, its me, magic 8 ball, im lodged in between your teeth bitch, whats up with that?? cmonnn, please get me out.. be a doll and dig your fingernail in there? right into the crevice of those teeth of yours, the ones that are a little too close together,

ouf ...whew! thanks for getting me out of there, i was wedged between two of your nasty bones, almost thought for sure id be trapped in there forever, but luckily you were listening for me... why are you looking at me like that? alright, alriiight... i owe you one, go ahead ask me that question and then

EHEHEHE ehehe hh hh wait wait, i think i got this one aha.. hold up let me catch my breath, hh h

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not likely HAHA you should see the look on your face, its— hey hey what are you doing

there you go. you didnt need that guy anyways, i wouldnt trust his words, i think they come from a wicked place, reaaallllly sketchy, like bad vibes man, im telling you, he literally dropped out of your mouth.. youre wondering who i am? me?? ive been here with you all along! ive been believing in you the whole way, your entire life, its me.. your heart.

ive been beating for you almost 5000 times an hour, every day of every week, 365 baby, i fucking love you dude, you got this, its gonna be okay, and dont let anyone or anything EVER tell you otherwise.

#t3

[sistervirtue]

making a copy of this bc op disabled reblogs and i just got reminded it existed and would like to not lose it

ok so . im outing myself to the world but thats fine this is too funny to not share

so. ive run a roleplay blog for a few years. i keep it separate from my main, yknow, its just a side hobby and ive been doing it since i was like, 12. its cringe but hey yknow at least im not 30 and writing ya novels

now its pretty common for rp blogs these days to have rules. right? you dont want to just bag any weirdo on this website, and as you can imagine bnha roleplayers are batshit crazy (see: conversion therapy todoroki) so mine are pretty strict and detailed. because ive been doing it long enough to be exposed to what counts as carbon monoxide poison from a screen. one of those rules is "if youre mutuals with people who write porn of the kids even aged up im blocking you we're keeping a ten foot pole on this". because as a 20 year old man i have a healthy disinterest in seeing paragraphs of teenagers fucking

so the dash is astir with talk of a guy writing age up bakugou porn and im like ok whatever. make a post bitching about it . mutual likes those posts but then the mutual is turning around and being buddy buddy with this guy so i dm the mutual like hey whats going on here . mutual is like "well why dont you talk it out with him hes not as mean as he seems i prommy" and im like sure whatever i can have civil conversation and if it ends with One Less Person writing weirdo porn then i might be able to get into heaven

so i dm him and he loses his fucking mind. it lasted all of 10 minutes because he was sending paragraphs like this and i was too tired to give a shit

(take note of my icon thats a special tool thatll help us later)

(also he goes by the name rxgelord. WITH the x. thats also important just because its funny as fuck)

so the guys clearly bothered by the idea that people might possibly talk about him without his permission and im a little miffed after being misgendered (which hed do again later) so i just post our dms. swing first and hey batter batter lets play ball i dont give a shit this is bnha roleplay

once again: loses his damn mind. he makes a psa post about me talking about how im just some pussy infant and hes too HARD for me and shit and also they do bakudeku muffin roleplay in the comments of that post which is fucking insane

anyway. at one point while joking about the whole thing i called him a "wannabe bakugou kinnie" as a joke and apparently he felt a very serious need to address this

and im like holllllllllllllly fucking shit

you may have noticed that his posts are incredibly over-formatted. this goes for everything he does he is pouring a LOT of time and energy into typing his 9 paragraphs about how im an insane bitch or whatever. (if theres literally one thing i can give him credit on its that his graphic editing skills are kinda good. i will be honest) his rules document is also just as insane and features gems such as:

(this dude thinks hes pulling bitches on a bnha roleplay blog)

so we're just full on ragging on him at this point and hes getting MADDDDDDD MAD. he misgenders me again and when i point it out he has the following excuse:

(art by @/pcktknife. anyways)

after a certain point i get dmd an old copy of a 130+ page callout he had a year prior and im like WHAT and it included his yugioh rp blog career and various allegations like having been involved in gang violence, doxxing, etc. also a picture of the hickies he bragged about leaving on his uwu pink glitter gf which looked more like he was trying to go for the killing bite but hey. yknow. apparently im a toddler idk how that works

along in this we also find his twitch account, which was under the name rxgelord, and it featured edited graphics of his real life face with bakugou. he posts selfies a lot too i wont share them even if theyre public but he has knuckle tats and a goatee and uses the greyscale filter. if this gives you an idea. he also had 5 twitch followers and detailed his desire to be a rapper/dj and im like holllllly fucking shit this guy cant be a real person. holy fuck.

anyways. skipping a lot of unnecessary bullshit and paragraphs of text with gifs from 2013 attached hes constantly going on about how we wont just "say it to his face" which i think is hilarious bc i was, the entire time. but im like ok fine you want me so bad

so i send him this. he posts about how "he won when he got all might" (for some reason hes calling my ex mutual by the character name. i dont know) and then hasnt posted in 4 days. he deleted his twitch. im a little worried bakugou. dont say that. may have actually chased this man off the internet . to go have real life sex with his real life girlfriend so he isnt so mad

anyway we ended up turning one of his posts into an eminem uberduck

im honestly probably forgetting something this was so much and it was so fucking funny and honestly im glad to have been there

update: he has not in fact posted since last summer. god bless.

#just copy pasted it . for posterity #very funny how in the og ppl are asking abt ctt. dont worry abt it #bakugou dont say that

[sixosix]

IM HERE. IVE ARRIVED. I HAVE THOUGHTS. when i said i might not come back here cuz i was busy? yeah, FUCK THAT. only divine intervention can keep me away from ur account. THE NEW THAWED PART?? WHAT THE FUCK. i wake up this morning expecting a chapter like, late afternoon but i forgot TIMEZONES EXIST . so u can imagine my absolute shock when i check my notifications bar and hit tumblr writer user sixosix posted new thawed part?? dude. the scream i scrumpt when lyney recognized the reader OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD. i knew it was over when the flower landed by her feet but him saying her name had me DSINFIDSJFJDS?!?!!??! DURING THE SHOW TOO. HE DIDNT WAIT UNTIL IT WAS OVERIJ DSJUFUDJSFIJDSAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!! even rereading that part now as i write has me going crazy like i cant even put my excitement into words its SO?!?!?w??VFDXJDVNDSFNC god. okay. the scene where he grabs THE READER BY THE WAIST. 'CAUGHT YOU' ????? YEAH AND I CAUGHT FEELINGS YOURE NOT SPECIAL LYNEY?? THE GRIP ON THE WAIST. AUUUUUUUGH. ARUEGJHHH. ARHGHHRJGFDKD... IM ON MY DEATH BED!! TAKE ME TO THE BEACH SO I MAY GAZE UPON THE SEA ONCE MORE!!!! the mr lyney. miss lynette. falls to my knees. dies. dies. dies. BUT GOD THE FACT THEY THOUGHT SHE WAS DEAD TOO? no wonder lyney chased after her !!!! if my girlfriend (one-sided (?)) turned up alive out of no where i would do the same fr. a real man would drop to one knee and propose right there (grow some balls lyney) LYNETTE!!!!! SO CUTE!!!!!!!!! IM GONNA BITE HER SOKFDOSAKDASIJD THE SLOW APPROACH LIKE A TIMID CAT AND THEN THE SMIEL AUHGHDJFSKJFD?!w?FDDJNFODSJKFND!!!!! i cant imagine how she felt finding her bff again im so AUUURHGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! i know she knocked some sense into lyney afterwards LMAOO also reader pretending to be working under tart... ohh i know thats gonna backfire on her later in the story. ALSO CHILDE MENTION YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE!!!!!!!!!!!!! do i have my doubts about lyney and lynette believing readers lie? absolutely. you dont grow up with someone and not know when theyre lying.. especially lyney. have u ever watched barbie in the dreamhouse?? theres this episode where ken tries to get a job but he doesnt bc each time barbie has an emergency, so he just becomes a (barbie)house-husband.. thats the vibe im getting from lyney and reader the 'i'm happy to see you' from lyney, and reader (kinda?) dismissing it with the 'goodbye miss lynette and mr lyney' ????? AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH ??????? sending u the number and email to my therapist rn ure paying for my next session. also i love aether, paimons and readers friendship, especially their little banter at the end. ALSO. SIGH. reader calling rosalie maman. when i tell u i screamed i MEAN IT. THEY MEAN SO MUCH TO ME. I LOVE THEM SO BAD IM GONNA SOB!!!! ............im gonna say, im a bit paranoid though.. youre not gonna hurt rosalie right. righ.t Right. blinking at u. blinking at u. blink blink blink . BLINK. BLIIINK !!!!!!!!!! ok sorry for clogging up ur asks with this . i have no idea how to end this its so long LMAOO. there are so many other parts i loved (brief melusine scene, audience reactions, etc) but i just didnt know how to convey my feelings into words ifgjdifjdji. i love thawed and ur writing SOSOSOSO much and im so excited for future updates!!!!!!!!!!! THATS ALL I GOT TO SAY!!!!!!! ramble mode OFF!!!!!!!! BYEBYE AND TAKE CARE MUAAAAAAAAAH

HIII LIS!!!!! ohh seeing your asks rlly brighten my day. LMFAOOO your comment actually had me laughing out loud “I JUZT WOKR UP WHAT RHE DICK” HAHSA

YES. DURING THE SHOW!!! i want to emphasize that lyney did not care about the audience or the weeks of practice for this very moment if he sees the reader !!!! HELPPP nooooo dont lie on your death bed yet we still have a few more chapters to go through 💔💔

ONE SIDED GF 😭😭😭 IJBOL he definitely wouldve proposed if it wasnt for aether im telling u. YESSS LYNETTE APPRECIATION i love her so much i try to add her as much as i can bc her interactions w lyney are so fun. Theyre literally siblings 😭❤️❤️

CHILDE MENTION !! this is definitely gonna bite her in the ass later but hey thats for another chapter

YES I E WATCHED BARBIE DREAMHOUSE IMQHAHSHEH thats so funny that you said that im saving that as a screwnshot LMFAOOO

Yes i want to up the angst and pain. reader my self destructive thawed!reader … ❤️ but i also need the therapy please do send my number

Rosalie. rosalie, rosalie, rosalie. our maman. reader’s maman especially. Anyway.

AWW its okay!!! dont ever worry about your asks being too long !! i meant it when i said i love reading through them. THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT ❤️❤️❤️❤️ TAKE CARE TOO LIS MWA MWA

#606:inbox #606: plasmacan #<3

[snapewife-divorce-lawyer]

Whats your favorite Non-MLP Media?

Would it crossover well with MLP?

SPACE BATTLESHIP FUCKING YAMATO

of course the horribly americanized version i watched was called “Star Blazers”. but as an adult i have watched a sub.

now i am not nearly that old. i had a very sheltered, homeschooled childhood. so most of the tv i watched was tv from my dad’s childhood that he burned onto dvds. which meant a lot of loonytoons and fucking gijoe. and the old astroboy. not the old old astroboy, just the old one. my favorite thing we were allowed to watch was star blazers.

it’s an old as balls scifi anime. the earth gets nuked by aliens until there’s only a few million humans living underground. some different alien sends down spaceship blueprints and says if you come pick it up, i have a cool machine that will turn your planet back to normal. so humans build a spaceship out of a sunken wwii ship and travel to the other side of the galaxy fighting aliens the whole way.

it’s full of a bunch of cool spaceship fights and military porn that kinda? counts as? dieselpunk? the whole story resonates with me so awesomely. and the characters are stuck in my brain. even tho it’s a bit misogynistic. i wanted to BE the female lead. long before i knew what that meant. and they went hard with the music.

sadly, fandom spaces for this show are full of military diehards, and the sort of people who collect figurines of the characters half naked. either that or they’re just super old. so i’ve pretty much given up on having any kind of fandom experience

i do not recommend this show lol. i’ve revisited it several times and it simply is not as good as i remembered. don’t get me wrong i still love it, but i love it the way i love an aging pet who sleeps most of the day

you know what is as good as i remember it being is THE REBOOT

2199 is everything i remember the original being as a child. its so cool and fun and the characters are amazing and they fixed a lot of the misogyny. and its beautiful and the music is amazing and i love it so much and honestly yeah i do recommend this. if you like apocalypse scifi

my little pony might honestly be the first time my siblings and i were allowed to just watch tv. and of course i got a smart phone around that time too so that was the end of the TV famine. before that it really was just stuff that dad had burned on DVDs. There was like a year or two that we sort of watched Nickelodeon? But there were several shows we weren’t allowed to watch and we stopped getting cable after that year or two was over. also, there were several Disney TV shows that we could watch on the family computer like Zack and Cody and Kim Possible but I don’t think we were actually allowed to watch those? And they didn’t have all of the show online. 

Space Battleship yamato is followed closely by Nichijou, and the Homestarrunner cartoons. to which i owe the majority of my sense of humor. i recommend nichijou to anyone. it’s only one season long and its non stop quality. it’s an absurdist comedy from japan. i recommend homestarrunner, but its much harder to get started on that. there’s just so much of it and im not even fully convinced ive managed to see all of it. various factors such as the death of flash have made it hard to access. kinda like homestuck

as for how well they would crossover with my little pony, I will MAKE them crossover with my little pony. I honestly want to do more crossovers. I’ve already done Star Wars and Star Trek, but I’d like to do some more of my favorites. And even more stuff that I like. Like let’s get some girly shows on there too. I really want to do strawberry shortcake. I also think it would be fun to do kim possible or Winx club. my sibling actually designed a bunch of ponified Percy Jackson characters, and I’ve been wanting to draw those. god if i weren’t about to head to work

[opie-nixx]

Recovering Downes' Debt (Filler CHAP)

Lets go a bit back for some romance. Shall we?

Y/n: "You don't think I can recover the debt?"

Arthur: "It's not that, it's just-"

Strauss: "Women tend to only be useful for cooking and cleaning more than being stern..A man's job." Arthur clear's his throat and rubs his eyes. I unsheathe my knife and threateningly point it at Strauss.

Y/n: "Just because I lack a dick doesn't mean I won't fuck you with one, you ball less snake." I spit venomously, stepping closer to Strauss as he backs up. Arthur intervenes placing 1 hand on mine that's gripping my knife and the other on my hip as he gently pushes me back. Strauss takes his chance and scurries off with his damn log book. I sigh as Arthur stares down at me.

Arthur: "Why are you makin a big deal about this debt anyway?"

'Maybe because this is your life that you would be tampering with and I wanna avoid that. Fictional or not I'm covering my ass and ensuring you get a life you deserve.'

I sheathe my knife and sigh, he removes his hands from me and folds his arms.

Y/n: "I don't think I'm asking for too much. In fact, I'm offering to take a work load off of you."

Arthur: "Its dangerous."

Y/n: "I'm being generous and I'm not letting you stop me on this." I turn on my heel and make my way over to my horse. Arthur hot on my heels.

Arthur: "At least let me follow behind you and back you up. I don't want you getting hurt."

Y/n: "Arthur, if you follow me, I wont speak to you for a long time." I put my foot through the stirrups and climb up. He comes to my side and grips my ankle.

Arthur: "Just be careful and don't lead the law back. If anyone makes a move you ride back. I don't want you getting hurt."

Y/n: "Well, Mr. Morgan if I didn't know any better I would have to assume you have a small crush on me." I smile and wink at him. I grab the reins and adjust them in my hands as I signal my horse to pick up speed as I leave the camp.

Arthur sighs as Javier approaches him, cigarette in hand.

Javier: "She's not wrong Arthur, whole camp has an idea about how sweet you are on her."

Arthur: "Shut up." He scoffs.

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My horses feet thudding into the ground, slowing in pace as I pull back on the reins, I take a look at my surroundings before my eyes land on Thomas who's hoeing his crops.

Y/n: "Mr. Downes? You owe money?" I swallow thickly as I dismount.

Downes: "I know. I-I ain't exactly got it yet. If I could get a bit more?"I take a few steps towards him but keep my distance.

Y/n: "I wanted to speak to you about that." I hear footsteps from his wife and boy come running to his side. His son beside him as his father begins to wobble and his wife stands in front of him as she eyes me suspiciously.

Y/n: "I want to pay your debt and give you some more. I know you don't have much time left..."

'Beating or no beating, he's got a month tops.'

I pull out $100 I earned from either robbing or doing some odd jobs for a hooker in Valentine. I extend my arm to offer it to them.

Y/n: "Take it." His wife's eyes falter and her breath gets a bit shaky as she slowly takes the money.

Mrs. Downes: "Thank you.."

Mr. Downes: "Why are you doin this?" I look at the ground kicking the dirt.

Y/n: "Ive seen the alternative and I wanna avoid it... At all costs." I turn on my heel and begin to make my way to mount back up. The sun was beginning to set meaning to me I should make my way back or Arthur will worry. I trot off with my horse and begin to make my way back to camp. Lost in my own thoughts as I get ready to turn into the beaten path. I notice a smell of hard liquor and mud. I scrunch my face as I feel hands grab my leg and yank me out of the saddle. I manage to get out a small scream before a hand gets slapped over my mouth and his other grabs a chunk of my hair as he drags me behind a tree. My face hardens as I bite his hand and grit my teeth making the attacker take his hand back but tighten his hand in my hair.

Micah: "Fuck!"

Y/n: "Micah! Let go!" I thrash around as I hear a disturbance coming from the camp. I ball my fist and throw it in Micah's gut causing him to double over and loose his grip on me, I take my opportunity and make a run for it.

'Isn't someone supposed to be on guard duty?"I think to myself before I begin to eat dirt. Micah tackles me and presses a knife against my throat. My breathing becomes hitched and uneven as I eye between the blade of his knife which glistens in the moonlight. He slowly angles the blade between my breasts and begins to slice off my shirt.

Micah: "Don't say a word." My mind goes blank as my forehead thickens with sweat and my back goes cold, he takes his time slicing my corset.

Suddenly a shadowy finger flings him off of me. I hear punches be exchanged. I regain my composure by sitting up and trying to tug my corset back over me to regain some modesty. I sit frozen yet again as my eyes land on Arthur's large figure hunched over Micah as his fist and face become a bit bloody from beating Micah and Micah throwing a few here and there. My face hardens yet again as I pull myself up from the ground and make my way to Arthur, shoving him off and taking his place. My own fists make contact, breaking skin. I give him everything I have, anger, audacity. Revenge. I wanted to make him feel everything I had. I then feel big arms pick me up and pull me off of Micah. I scream and thrash as a line of profanities leaves my mouth.

Dutch: "Calm down!" He shouts to me, I slowly begin to calm down as Micah digs himself out of the ground and brushes the dirt off of himself as he gives me a cocky smug look as Dutch slowly loosens his grip of me. I yank myself out of his grip as he tries to get what happened out of us.

Y/n: "You reek of alcohol and self misery." I seethe as I begin to complete ripping my shirt off, leaving me in my bra and turning on my heel to make my way back to my tent.

Micah: "I was hoping to see more before cowpoke interrupted us.. Maybe I'll get to make you my own whore next time." I stop in my tracks and take a threatening lunge towards Micah, but Dutch catches me again. I see Arthur deck him in his jaw sending him right back into the dirt.

Dutch: "Not you too, Arthur." Arthur scoffs before shrugging his coat off his shoulders and draping it on mine. He grabs my arm and begins pulling me towards his tent. Most of the gang had thrown some questioning looks but paid no real attention to us. I feel my heart beat quicken as my face becomes flushed. He pushes me down on his cot as he digs around for something in his trunk.

Y/n: "What are you looking for?" Arthur avoids looking me in the eye, but I see his cheeks become red as well.

Arthur: "A clean shirt for you." He mutters. Goose bumps form on my arms as I take a deep breath and shrug his jacket off and yank a shirt that was on his bed. He sighs and takes a seat next to me.

Arthur: "You don't deserve that. I'm real sorry that hes like that." I nimbly button the shirt and fix my hair, taking a deep breath.

Y/n: "Its fine...He'll get his 1 day."

Arthur: "Sure." I stand up to take my leave as does Arthur.

Arthur: "Why don't you sleep in here tonight? You'd be a lot safer and I'd feel better knowing he won't try to hurt you again."He grabs my arm gently and pulls me back to his bed.

'I will never deny sleeping in your tent, Mister.' A smirk tugs at my lips and I try to resist not showing my joy and excitement. I take a seat on his bed as he stays seated at the edge of the bed. He tilts his hat over his eyes and sighs. I take the chance and lace my head in his lap which causes him to flinch and stir. I shut my eyes and place 1 of his hands over my head. I feel his body unclench as he begins to play with my hair. Lulling us both to sleep.

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Days went by, Arthur made a point to keep very close to me or where he can at least see me. So, if he was leaving camp as was I. If I was doing chores he was helping or he was watching while cleaning his guns or sharpening his knife. Dare I say I cannot complain. Its nice to know someone cares...But I shouldn't think to much of it...I really cant help it. practically worship the ground he walks on.

Currently I had my feet kicked up on a table in camp as I was sharpening my own knife. Javier poisoning his and Arthur doodling in his journal. We were making small talk and cracking a few jokes here and there when I notice Charles walking someone in who was holding a pan covered with a cloth. I drop my knife, clattering to the table causing Javier and Arthur to become startled. My eyes widen as I begin to make my way over to the visitor, I feel Javier and Arthur's eyes burn into me as I walk away. It was Archie with a nervous look. I wave off Charles the closer I get and grab Archie by his arm and dragging him back out.

Y/n: "How did you know where to find me?" I whisper shout.

Archie: "Some folks in town gave me an idea where you were staying. I didn't mean to cause any problems. My mother wanted to drop you off some bread." I stop dragging him for a moment to face him. He extends his arms out, handing me the pan of bread. I accept with a smile on my face. I lean over and check behind Archie to see Arthur leaning against a tree by the horses.

Y/n: "You should get outta here." Archie nods before pressing a kiss to my cheek and scurrying off. I drop my head as my face warms up, my h/c h/l hair covering my face. I do a walk of shame back to camp.

Arthur: "Who was that?"

Y/n: "No-one." I respond as I make my way over to Pearson's makeshift kitchen. Arthur hot on my heels pressing for an answer. I set the pan down at Pearson's table; taking a deep sigh I turn on my heel and face Arthur. Meeting his piercing gaze I stand on my tippy toes and place a kiss on his cheek. His beard scratching my face.

Y/n: "Will you shut up now?"

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[yersina]

If you’re still looking for fic requests, how about Han Yoojin’s experience with his leg? How becoming newly disabled for the first time and having people look down on him not only because of his F class status, but also because he physically can’t work for that long before needing a break. His struggles to do simple things like walk to the bathroom, or running.

Then there’s the little things he does after regression because even with his leg healed he still operates with that mental pain. Leaning on things he’s next to, being amazed every time he runs after Peace, or a little sigh of relief every time he’s allowed to sit down.

(Sorry for being long winded, it’s just I always feel like canon could go more into Yoojin’s disability and how it affected him, because he had it for years and it definitely shaped how he currently interacts with the world.)

Yoojin sits in his hospital bed and thinks about his options for a long, long time.

See, this wouldn’t normally be an issue. Yoojin is very careful about budgeting his money: he makes sure to look up any existing information on the dungeons he’s planning on going into, he estimates how much he needs for the week or month or however long he’ll need to last until his next dungeon, he makes concessions for any armor or weapons that he’ll need to buy, he adds in whatever recovery items he’ll need afterwards, and he ensures that he meets that threshold while he’s in the dungeon.

And yet, here he is sitting on a hospital bed for the second time in as many months, almost too woozy from pain to properly sort through what his choices are now.

After all, no one pays a hunter that goes down at the beginning of a dungeon.

“Han Yoojin-nim,” a nurse greets, rapping politely on the door. After checking his IV and vitals, she nods to herself. “Your recovery is going as expected,” she says with a smile. Yoojin can’t bring himself to return it. “We usually try to operate as soon as possible, but it says on your records that you’re a hunter.”

“Yes.”

“We generally encourage hunters to purchase healing potions. They heal much more completely than conventional medicine now.”

Yoojin grits his teeth. He knows. “That’s… not an option for me right now,” he admits reluctantly. He bought a new weapon for this dungeon—he’s out of extra funds for at least a month or two.

There’s a downwards twist to her lips as she continues looking down at his file, one that tells Yoojin that she understands the situation that he’s in right now. “Surgery is the only other option then.”

It’s the answer that he expected, the conclusion that he’d come to a few moments before she’d walked into the room, but it’s still not what he wants to hear. “Fine,” he says, staring up at the ceiling. Surgery will be cheaper than a healing potion, even if the recovery period afterwards is much longer. He doesn’t have the money to support himself while he’s recovering. He’ll probably barely have enough to cover the surgery itself.

Fuck.

The nurse nods once perfunctorily. “We’ll schedule you for the surgery right away then. Have you already been briefed on all of the operations that we’ll need to do?”

“Yes.” And hadn’t that been a fun packet to read through. A comminuted break in his lower leg and a broken kneecap. Recovery might take anywhere from a few months to a year. Just his luck.

“If you need anything, you can always hit the call button.” She points to the remote on the bed next to his arm.

“Thank you,” he says, mostly too tired to be any ruder, and watches her shadow leave the room.

After another moment, he slowly reaches up and balls his fists into his eyes, needing the pressure to keep him grounded. Fuck. Fuck.

Someone had left his cellphone on the bedside table, and he can feel its presence mocking him even with his eyes closed and hunched over on the hospital bed. He knows it’s there, and he knows what he has to do. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t even entertain it as a possibility, but he’s genuinely not sure what he’s going to do once he’s out of the hospital.

Oh god, what is he going to do?

After his breathing calms down to a more reasonable tempo, he leaves one hand knuckling his eye ridge and uses the other to fumble for his phone. His thumb pauses over a contact that he hasn’t used in a long, long time.

He taps the contact.

The line rings for much longer than he expects it to. Not that that’s surprising anymore. The line connects. “Hyung, I told you to stop contacting me.”

Ah, the voice that he’s so missed hearing.

“Yoohyun,” he says. He wonders what he must sound like to Yoohyun. He wonders if Yoohyun can even hear the nuance in it anymore. “I need your help.”

The pause that comes is painfully long. Yoojin works on unraveling the hem of his hospital-issued blanket. “What happened?”

Yoojin takes a deep breath. “I was in a dungeon—”

“Didn’t I tell you to stop going into dungeons?” Yoohyun interrupts sharply.

Yoojin glares at the opposite wall. If Yoohyun just listened— “Regardless of whether you did, it’s not any of your business anymore.”

“Doesn’t it become my business when you call me to ask for help?”

This was a mistake. “Never mind,” Yoojin bites out, resigning himself to finding some other avenue of procuring money. He can try taking out a loan at the bank. If nothing else, he’s sure that there are people out there willing to lend to someone dripping with the sheer amount of desperation that Yoojin is.

He hangs up without waiting for any other acknowledgement from Yoohyun and ignores the one attempt at a call back afterwards.

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Seok Simyeong unfortunately finds him a few hours after his operation. “Han Yoojin-ssi,” he says, like the name leaves a bad taste in his mouth.

Yoojin huffs as much of a laugh as he’s able to. The painkillers make him feel much better, but he’s also so tired. “Seok Simyeong-ssi,” he greets. It’s perhaps the most polite he’s ever been to the man, and it shows in Seok Simyeong’s expression. “Why are you here?”

“The guild leader told me that you called him recently,” he says, still lingering unpleasantly at the entrance of Yoojin’s room. Yoojin hopes that he gets chastised by a nurse for doing so. “I came to find out what you wanted.” And make sure you don’t bother him again goes unsaid.

Yoojin wheezes out another laugh and turns his head towards the window. Maybe if Seok Simyeong had showed up a day or even a few hours ago… Well, there’s no use in dwelling on ‘what if’s. “My surgery went smoothly,” he says, raising an arm as if to say ‘you see?’ “If Yoohyunnie wants to give me a few hundred for the next few months so I can eat, that would be good.” He’s not even being sarcastic. “Maybe throw in another hundred for delivery fees.”

Seok Simyeong presses his lips together like he’s trying to hide a frown. Yoojin wants to tell him that he ought to work on hiding his annoyance better, but that’s not really his problem, is it? “I’ll let him know,” he says stiffly. And then, just like that, he leaves.

Yoojin gives a mental shrug. Well, if he got what he came here for.

Sometime during his physical therapy in the weeks afterwards, Yoojin decides to wander over to the financial administration department of the hospital and finds out that his bill has been transferred to a different party and that any of his out-of-pocket costs will be covered. Yoojin looks down at the paperwork and can’t suppress a laugh.

So, good enough to pay for his hospital costs but not good enough to come and help his hyung with recovery, huh?

-

Recovery takes forever.

Yoojin hates every single second of it. Each moment that he spends languishing in boredom and pain is another moment he feels himself getting weaker and another notch on his anxiety towards going back to dungeoning. He has enough for now to keep himself afloat in relative comfort, but sooner or later he’ll have to return to being a working hunter, and there’s nothing that he dreads more.

Some days, he almost wishes that the pain never stops.

-

“Hey, Yoojin-ssi,” Kim Minchul booms, clapping a heavy hand to Yoojin’s shoulder enthusiastically. Yoojin hisses a curse when his knee buckles under the weight, enough that he stumbles over the even ground outside the dungeon gate. “Whoa, there! Still getting your feet back under you?”

Yoojin gives him a weak smile. There’s no furtive way to rub his knee to ease the ache, so he just leaves it, even though the pain is almost driving him to distraction. His doctor technically hasn’t cleared him for heavy physical activity yet (which, on a scale of fitness, probably lies somewhere below dungeoning), but Yoojin can’t wait any longer. “Not enough to keep me away.”

Kim Minchul beams. “That’s the spirit!” He gives Yoojin another painful slap on the back and wanders off to talk to the other party members.

Kim Minchul is one of the good ones, Yoojin thinks, wobbling over to the nearest chair-height surface and sitting down. It’s why Yoojin chose him as the leader of his first foray back into a dungeon. Yoojin needs someone who won’t mind picking up his slack—or, even if he did mind, be polite enough to not point it out.

The dungeon goes… fine. Painfully. Yoojin is usually flexible enough to switch between the watch group, which checks for any stragglers that the initial dungeon clearing team might have missed, and the mining group, which collects any items that might be valuable, but this time he’s firmly assigned to the mining team. Even that’s harder than it should be, and Yoojin begins lagging behind after an hour of work.

Three hours in, and he feels a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, Yoojin-ssi,” Kim Minchul says with a frown. “I think you should stop.”

Yoojin is drenched in sweat and is wishing desperately for some painkillers, but he can’t stop here. “I can keep going. We still have over half of the job left.” No matter how slow he’s going, it still has to be better than being down a person.

“We do, but I’m worried about your health.” Kim Minchul looks him up and down critically before nodding decisively. “I’m sending you home.” He must spot the look on Yoojin’s face because he adds, “I’ll make sure to send you your share, okay? Just go home and rest.”

So Yoojin goes.

A week later, he gets a check in the mail. It’s definitely less than he should’ve gotten for completing a job of that size, but it’s more than fair for the amount of work that he did. Fair, but still not enough.

Yoojin manages to stick it out for another month before he’s back to dungeoning, this time with someone who’s less likely to step in out of compassion.

-

Yoojin’s leg heals, eventually.

Yoojin’s knee does not.

“Post-traumatic arthritis,” his doctor explains after Yoojin finally gives in and schedules an appointment. “It’s not uncommon after knee injuries. It seems like you have a relatively mild case, thankfully. Try to keep your movement to a comfortable level, and come in again if the pain gets worse.”

And Yoojin tries, he really does. The idea of chronic pain for the rest of his life terrifies him whenever he stops to think about the possibility, and he wants to avoid it if at all possible.

He starts to learn his tells, the way his knee is sometimes stiffer than usual in the morning, or is more prone to buckling under his weight, or pops uncomfortably if he sits or walks for too long. It’s a slow, uncomfortable process, relearning his body like this, but he doesn’t have any other option other than to live with it, so he does.

It gentles, eventually, or maybe it becomes so familiar that it fades to the back of his mind. He learns to budget around his lower income, preferring to err on the side of whole and healthy than richer but debilitated. It sits between his shoulder blades like an itch, the idea that he’s not doing enough, but he grows used to the habit of letting his body decide what’s enough instead of his mind, and he tentatively decides that he’s healthier for it.

-

And then Yoohyun fucking goes and dies for him.

What the fuck.

-

The fact that he literally went back in time doesn’t really sink in until Yoojin’s second day back in the past, when he wakes up and shuffles to the bathroom, and doesn’t get an ache in his knee from standing in the shower.

Even then, he brushes it off as the start to a good day until it’s nearing bed time and he realizes that his knee hasn’t so much as twinged the entire day. Oh, right, he thinks faintly, hand clasped over the knee that fractures three years from now. That hasn’t happened yet.

Still, that moment of enlightenment isn’t enough to break years worth of habits. Yoohyun looks at him concernedly when he chooses to sit instead of stand most of the time, but he never comments on it. Yerim calls him an old man for holding on to the railing whenever they have to go up a flight of stairs. The first time that Yoojin goes for an entire day training (playing with) Peace, he’s genuinely shocked at the end from how good he feels. Tired, but bearable. Normal.

It takes no time at all to accumulate new injuries and wounds to make up for the ones that were washed away by time, but even after weeks and months, he never quite forgets this one that his body doesn’t bear anymore.

#definitelyhuman10 #sina writes #sctir #s classes that i raised #fanfiction #ngl I 100% forgot that was a thing that happened and was like ‘yoojin’s leg???’ when I got this ask #even tho I reference it in like every pre-reg scene that I write for the extra angst #i did a decent amount of research on the medical side of this #not only have I confirmed that I definitely do not want to be a doctor #this is also (probably mostly) medically accurate #probably. #my suspicion is that canon yj either had a comminuted (multiple) leg fracture that healed really well #or he used a really nice healing potion afterwards #for him to be able to brush it off this easily

[blookmallow]

my new vegas courier has become so special to me honestly

heres things ive decided about her. some of them. i have a WHOLE backstory/ongoing storyline but heres some of it

has some memory loss from the gunshot injury. probably has a few screws loose in general

im thinking she's originally from oklahoma (and sounds like it) if there's no. fallout lore reason she couldn't be but ive never heard anything about what post-war oklahoma is like

chainsmoker. drinks a lot but can handle it. bit of a mentats habit. she isn't Blatantly reckless, but doesn't really care much about her health either. once you've survived a shot in the head nothing really seems like that big of a risk anymore

general attitude of Anything Goes - whatever situations she finds herself in, she'll find herself out of, one way or another

has a very uncanny ability to solve problems by just asking nicely. she isn't particularly charming or witty - just very unsettlingly calm. something about her catches people off guard. she doesn't have anything to prove to anyone and has a reputation for being extremely difficult to kill. "pride's damn easy to swallow when y'keep it in a small enough pill"

nuka cola girl is her dream girl

isn't really on anyone's Side so much as just frequently shows up to defuse conflict. thinks the world would be a whole lot nicer if everyone stopped shooting at each other so much. works pretty closely with the NCR, but doesn't always agree with their politics. thinks they should be doing more with their resources than they are

fucking hates the legion so goddamn much. suffered some pretty bad trauma after the benny incident at the camp (i went for the machete duel bc i felt like 'if we have to do this im going to make it a fair fight this time' was the most in line with her character) after seeing how the slaves were living, having all those eyes on her and the brutality of the fight

big big soft spot for the king but she wont admit to it. can't bear to disappoint him and couldn't tell you why

started collecting pool balls at some point and it sort of developed into a compulsion and now she can't stop. mild kleptomania tendencies in general. likes odd and interesting objects

never goes anywhere without ed-e

frequently just jumps off railings/balconies because stairs take too long. this absolutely drives arcade up the wall and he hates trying to keep up with her

gives sarsaparilla stars to everyone she travels with and is weirdly insistent on them wearing it. she brought one for primm slim too. he loves it

#art! #blood / #fallout new vegas #lucy plays fallout nv