#also i realize this might be a texture fuck up

[gunpowdercarousel]

Of fucking course Shadowheart has one of those goddamn sequins pillows at her tent. Of course she does. Right next to her scented candles and her copies of YA vampire romance novels. Right next to her fucking incense that smells like 'midnight' or 'black diamond' or something. Right next to her rolled up scrolls of poetry that nobody else is allowed to read. Right next to her fucking potted plant that has a name and a personality and that she likes more than most people.

She's such a fucking white girl and I love it.

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 memes #shadowheart #she eventually lets gale read her poetry #but he's the only one #and she keeps her vampire fantasies secret from astarion for obvious reasons #also i realize this might be a texture fuck up #but i choose to see that as a sequins pillow #you can't tell me she wouldn't have one if she could

[jamiethebeeart]

:D (I ramble in my tags about this)

#shuichi iguchi #shigaraki tomura #mha spinner #bnha spinner #spinaraki #spinneraki #ok now that the tags are out of the way LETS TALK #i was reading a webtoon when female lead did that whole laugh and cover it with your hand thing and i do it sometimes too #and i got to thinking about WHY and why its usually girls depicted as such and i know some people dont like their teeth/smile #and im like well shut the fuck up! im thinking fem spinner!!! like being self conscious about how she looks and developing it on accident #and shigaraki never really noticing until one day she DOES and wow spinner looks really pretty when she laughs and why does she hide it #like damn!!! i have a lot of thoughts about what spinner but female and the changes that would have on the character and why and agdjfkflg #ANYWAYS someone stop me from regressing to the old way i used to do hair bc its too damn time intensive but its so easy to zone out during #fem shigaraki #fem spinner #was going to properly do the background but i got done after forgetting the texture for spinner for the 4th time + went eeeh good enough #also!!!!!! the last “”panel“” made me realize how weird that angle is to draw spinner with his major proportions and also keep the soft 1/2 #2/2 smile reading as a smile and agdhfkfl am i adding “looks like a resting bitch face” to my spinner headcanons? maybe. #but imagine spinner trying so hard to look approachable and give a little smile but his face just????? doesnt do that very well (at least #not as easily as more human looking humans) and how that might play into his ostracization and then him leaning into that #as a defense mechanism (like if they think im an ass then I'll look like an ass on purpose) ahdndn he was so grumpy in the bar in the bg #mha jbee

[charliemwrites]

Part 4 of obsessed Johnny.

(Part 3 is here!)

(CW for nonconsensual ‘sort-of’ free use and edging; and again - dubious consent. Please stay safe!!)

Johnny’s favorite pastime is playing with you. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he’s being purposefully cruel, but no. He’s just… strangely preoccupied with your body.

He spends most nights cradling you between his legs, your back to his chest, arms wrapped around you. The two of you watch tv or movies, share popcorn - sometimes he watches you play on your Switch or reads over your shoulder.

It started out almost innocent (so to speak) in the beginning. He’s a fidgety guy, you’ve known that long before this whole mess, used to smile to yourself when you cleaned up straw wrappers and clean napkins folded into odd shapes.

So you barely notice when he starts fiddling with the hems of your sweatshirt and long shirts, picking at strings or running his thumb over knit textures. When he moved to your socks, that caught your attention but never went very far - just tugging at elastic lace or rolling/unrolling the tops along your thighs.

And then one night, as the two of you are watching the latest superhero movie, he hand creeps under your panties. You jolt the instant his fingers grazes your slit, hands twitching as you debate the dangers of redirecting him.

“Something wrong, Bonnie?” he asks against your ear, genuinely curious. “Is it too loud?”

It occurs to you that he genuinely might not realize what he’s doing - that reaching for you is just a thoughtless action like folding up bits of paper.

“Your hand is in my underwear,” you explain.

A pause. “Oh, so it is.” And to your surprise, he returns to hugging you.

It happens again though, this time you’re so preoccupied trying to beat a video game level that you almost don’t notice until his middle finger glides over your clit. You suck in a breath and die instantly.

“Damn,” he mutters. “Thought you had it that time. Gonna give it another go or you done for the night.”

Stuttering, you say you’ll give it another try, almost morbidly curious about how far he’ll go. Pretty far it turns out. He toys with your clit for 15 minutes before you clear your throat and shift, feeling unbearably wet and achy.

“Oh, shite. I did it again,” he mumbles, extracting his hand and settling it on the outside of your thigh. “No wonder you keep dying.”

The next time is during an intense tv show you’ve both gotten really into. It’s distracting from the weird reality you’ve found yourself in - but not weird enough that you can ignore Johnny tapping his finger nervously over your clit. You swear your heartbeat is starting to match that rhythm - tap, tap, tap. He doesn’t get the hint when you shift this time, eyes locked on the screen as he mutters to himself.

“No way is he secretly her brother. No fuckin’ way.”

You try to ignore it. Hope it’ll end in its own time when the tension dies down. It doesn’t. He lets the next episode load automatically, babbling to you about the crazy cliffhanger.

As it opens, his fingers travel down your slit to your entrance, find the slick there and play in it. Microthrusts against your leaking hole, just wetting his fingertip before dragging it out, up to your clit, three circles, then back down again.

It’s maddening but it’s not enough. You’re biting your lip so hard you’re surprised you don’t taste blood, thighs twitching with each jolt of pleasure coursing through you.

On and on it goes, slow and absent, maddening. Literally just playing with your pussy like a fidget toy. He’s not even fully hard against your lower back! Just the normal amount of mildly turned on that having you in his lap produces.

It’s driving you into a fucking spiral. So so sensitive, so close to the edge, but never enough. You just lay there trapped against him, dripping and desperate and determined to be quiet because you don’t know what else to do now. You can’t let yourself get off to this - but you also can’t find the words to remind him to stop.

When the episode - the finally - finally ends, he pulls his hand away, already gearing up to discuss theories for the next season with you. Instead, he’s cut off as you hiccup, near tears with being denied.

“What’s wrong, hen? I didn’t think it was that bad!” he says.

“You-you were…” you can’t get the words out, give up entirely. Time to see if he really is as devoted to pleasing you as he always swears.

You crawl out of his lap, flip onto your back, and yank him down by the hair. He makes a startled noise, eyes going huge, and then whimpers as his cheek presses into your absolutely soaked panties. Even that is a cruel but unintentional tease.

“Fix it,” you near sob.

“Of course, baby, of course,” he hurries to say, wriggling into a better position. “I’m sorry, love. So sorry. Got you all spun up, huh? Didn’t mean to. You’re just so soft and-”

You whine. “Soap, shut up and lick me!”

He moans, hips jerking hard into the mattress. “Yes, ma’am.”

#thoughts™️ #cod #my writing #fanfiction #dark fic #reader fic #obsessive johnny #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mactavish

[transmascissues]

it's silly but the biggest reason why im not into t yet is bc im so afraid of losing my hair. do you have any solutions/tips for it?

first of all, i don’t think it’s silly — it’s natural to be worried when hair loss is talked about by so many people as like…one of the worst results of aging for men. listening to my dad talk about how much he hates balding definitely did not make me feel particularly good about the knowledge that i may very well be joining him someday. i’m not saying the fear is right, because i don’t think hair loss is something awful that we should avoid at all costs, but it’s an understandable fear given the beauty standards we’re working with, and it’s one that a lot of us (myself included) feel.

one thing that’s helped me is just…paying more attention to the guys that i interact with on a daily basis. i’ve learned two things from it: 1) hair loss is super fucking common. i’d say it’s much harder to find an adult man who isn’t balding at all than it is to find one who’s completely bald. and 2) if you forget everything you’ve been told about how bad hair loss is, you’ll realize that quite frankly, every single one of those guys looks totally fucking fine. it doesn’t ruin their appearance and make them ugly, it looks totally natural and isn’t really even something you’d notice if you weren’t looking for it. we put so much weight on it but it’s really just not that big of a deal. i’ll hear my parents talk shit about men in my family who are losing their hair when i didn’t even notice a difference last time i saw them. it’s one of those things (like so many other appearance-related things) that you really only notice at all because you’ve been taught that you’re supposed to care about it.

this isn’t something i’ve done personally, but if you really want to desensitize yourself to the idea of it, embrace the time-honored queer tradition of just shaving your whole damn head! find out what you’d look like without hair, find out how you feel about it and what you can do that makes you feel good about your appearance without hair, test the waters while it’s still a temporary change and not something permanent. that way, it won’t feel like this big scary unknown, and you’ll actually have a frame of reference for your feelings about how you look without hair rather than accepting the societal assumption that you’ll inevitably hate it. if you don’t want to actually shave your head, you could also just fuck around with bald filters or photoshop and see what happens.

oh, and if you’re attracted to men, keep an eye out for guys who are bald or balding and also hot as fuck. in my experience, there’s no insecurity or potential future insecurity that being gay for other men hasn’t helped me with. just off the top of my head, i can think of a couple actors who i think are absolutely fucking gorgeous who have helped me get over my fears about losing my hair. despite what our anti-aging-obsessed world might want you to think, there is no such thing as a physical feature that automatically makes someone less attractive, and while making attractiveness less of a priority in your life is good, it can’t hurt to also give yourself some proof that actually, you might lose your hair and look hot as hell doing it.

basically, entertain the possibility that it won’t be a bad thing at all! whether that’s just because it turns out to be a neutral thing for you or because you end up actually liking it, it’s not an inherently bad thing. i’ve ended up liking a lot of things that were “supposed to” be bad effects of t — i love the weight i’ve gained and the new shape it gives my body, i get a lot of gender euphoria from the fact that my acne is now on parts of my face that i saw a lot of guys in high school get it and i’m not complaining about the scars i get from it either because i’ve always liked the added texture that acne scars give my skin, and so on. i think there’s a lot of joy to be had in the changes we’re taught to fear, once we look past that conditioning and actually explore how we feel about it.

but if it’s something you really don’t want and you just want to improve your chances of not having to deal with it, it’s not like there’s nothing you can do! products like finasteride (oral) and minoxidil (usually topical but i think there might also be oral versions) are pretty commonly used among trans guys, for the purpose of avoiding hair loss and for other reasons, and there are plenty of other anti-hair loss products out there (though i don’t know how effective any one of them might be). if it’s a big enough deal for you, you can just decide that you’ll go off of t if/when you start noticing signs of it, since no longer having higher t levels would stop the process in its tracks. and if you don’t find prevention options that work for you so it ends up happening, you can always explore different hair styles (judging by the pattern of hair loss i see in my family, i suspect that keeping my hair long would make it less obvious if i started losing mine), find your preferred method of covering it when you don’t feel good about it (personally i love a good beanie generally and would probably wear them a lot more if i didn’t have hair to worry about because my main complaint is the way they press my hair onto my neck), or just shave it all off if you don’t like the look of the partial balding but don’t mind a shaved head. the point being — you have options!

at the end of the day, whether you go on t or not, you’re going to see your body change as you age in ways that aren’t always going to be attractive to others or aesthetically pleasing to you. that’s just the reality of having a body. even if you never went on t, you’d get older and you might see your hair thin out even if you don’t bald, you’ll see your skin start to wrinkle and sag in places that used to be smooth, your metabolism might slow or your body fat might start to gather in new places; hell, you might lose your hair for a totally different reason and end up in the same place but without the benefits of having been on t that whole time. life is full of bodily changes like that. transphobes will fearmonger about the permanent changes of testosterone all day long but the truth is, there is no escaping permanent bodily changes. whether or not you go on t, your body now isn’t the same as it will be in 1 or 5 or 10 or 20 or 50 years, just like it isn’t the same as it was at any point in your life before now. our bodies are never supposed to stop growing and aging and changing throughout our lives. there’s no guaranteeing that we’ll love every single change our bodies go through, but that’s okay! there are so many things in life that are more important than the way our bodies look. even if you go on t and lose your hair and don’t like how it looks, your life won’t be ruined; plenty of other things will bring you joy and more than make up for the insecurities.

just think about the gender euphoria and relief from dysphoria that t could give you. would losing your hair be bad enough to outweigh all of that? or is it just the pressure of a society that decided balding is bad that’s making you fear one single change despite how much joy you could have if you let that fear go? only you can decide if going on t is worth the potential downsides for you, but i suspect that for most of us, the benefits of going on t far outweigh the possibility of side effects like hair loss happening down the line.

#when i say i love helping people beat their fears about t this is what i mean. i will simply write a whole essay about it #some people might think it’s silly to answer a question like this so extensively #but i don’t think it is! i feel like this is a really common fear but also one i don’t see talked about much #maybe because it’s so common among cis guys that people don’t see it as a question to ask in trans spaces? idk #but i think we should talk about it more. especially when transphobes use it as a way to talk shit about t #ask answered #testosterone #hrt #ftm hrt #hair loss #trans men #transmascs

[showf4lls]

ʚ ― lipstick ; various

info! headcanons, fluff / gender neutral reader

cw! no CWs

includes! chuckle sammy boys

request! lipstick trend

notes! i’m alive! sorry for taking so long y’all; life really hit the fan these past few months. i genuinely really do appreciate everyone’s patience through all of this. i can’t guarantee that i’ll be writing as regularly as i’d like to be since i’m supposed to be graduating at the end of this school year, but i’ll write when i can! glad to be back for now y’all. thanks for having me :]

TED

⎼ it wouldn’t take a lot to convince him. once you clued him in, he would be all about it, little to no convincing required

⎼ would mostly do it for the chance to take cute polaroids if i’m being honest

⎼ ted is in the business of doing whatever it takes to make you happy, little to no questions asked

⎼ he really does love the attention though, you sitting in his lap and peppering kisses all over his face, only stopping to reapply your lipstick. he likes the closeness, the fact that you’re looking only at him, the opportunity to hold you by the waist while he makes heart eyes at you

⎼ you have to do it three separate times at least because at the end of each go he just says, “ya know, i think we should do it again. no yeah, we can definitely do it again. these are all smudged... yeah i think we have to do it again, honey. sorry, i don’t make the rules.” and you cave every time

⎼ doesn’t think about the consequences until it’s actually time to take off all of the lipstick marks

CHARLIE

⎼ would be a little reluctant, if i’m being honest. i would say that he’s the most logical out of all the chuckle sammy boys, so he would immediately realize the consequences of covering his face in lipstick marks

⎼ he would definitely cave after enough asking, though. say “please” all nice and he’s a goner. another man that would do absolutely anything if it meant making you happy

⎼ jokingly agrees under the condition that you let him choose the color(s)

⎼ i have a feeling that the texture would kind of bother him, but he might make himself soldier through it for your sake

⎼ keeps his nose scrunched up the whole time, eyes closed since he can’t see anything without his glasses on anyways

⎼ definitely takes advantage of the opportunity to get some cute pictures with you

⎼ more goofy than lovestruck throughout the whole thing

⎼ as soon as you say that you’re good and finished, he begs you to take off the makeup as quickly as you possibly can

SCHLATT

⎼ really resistant to the idea. it’s an absolute no from him, so if it’s something you really want to do you’re gonna have to be sneaky about it

⎼ you’d have to do it (or at least start it) while he’s busy. maybe he’s cooking, or driving you home, or on a call with some friends and you randomly start kissing his face

⎼ he’s only half paying attention to you, so he doesn’t notice the red kiss marks that he’s slowly accumulating on his face

⎼ like i said though, you’d have to be sneaky about it, so it would probably be best to spread the process out over a couple hours, giving him kiss marks in intervals. he would probably just assume you’re being more affectionate than usual today and not that you’re actively scheming for some tiktok clicks

⎼ you would also strategically have to keep him from touching his face so that he didn’t smudge all of your hard work away

⎼ once he figures out what you’re doing, you better get your video quick because not only is he scrubbing that shit the fuck off his face, but he will find an equally embarrassing way to reign his vengeance upon you

#໑ yours truly! #mcyt x reader #ted nivison x reader #slimecicle x reader #charlie slimecicle x reader #schlatt x reader #jschlatt x reader #ted nisivon fluff #slimecicle fluff #schlatt fluff #jschlatt fluff #chuckle sandwich x reader

[in-halingstardust]

Sweet Composure ❣

A/N: Honkai Star rail has a death grip on me and WELT, my boi WELT is back! This blog might just be Welt Yang for the rest of my eternity. 2:44am thoughts, not proofread, omg there are so many mistakes that I will fix later. Also heads up cause I just got Jing Yuan and he smile makes me kick my feet and giggle. Tags: !mdni, blowjobs, daddy Mr. Welt, of age reader (not part of the trio), slight begging, nsfw

Mr. Welt always had an air of composure around him. Whether that was caring for the misfits of the Astral Express to staying up late at night making sure the express functioned correctly. He seemed so serious at first, but as you got to know him he has a sincere, funny, sweet side.

Now if only he ravage you like your fantasy, but that composure was like a stonewall especially in the bedroom.

It was something so desperately you wanted to break.

Hence you and him, alone on the Astral Express. Well- Himeko and Pom Pom were making dinner but they wouldn't be done for a while.

That meant it was easy to get a quicky done.

Mr. Welt is such a gentleman. Instead of letting you kneel on the cold ground your head between his thighs as he sat by the bedside, he would place a pillow for your poor kneecaps. Said he didn't like to see you bruise at the expense of him.

Mr. Welt is trying to be so gentle with you and you can't stand that! You purposefully take him deeper into your throat letting out a moan that vibrates to him. You peer up to Mr. Welt lost in pure bliss, his glasses slipping slightly off his face, his breath coming out in small huffs as he shakes.

Popping off to give respite to your throat you gently stroke his cock, puffed and shiny pink with your spit. Mr.Welt trembles as you give a soft kiss to the head before licking a vein underneat to probe a reaction. It works. His hand grips your head and pulls back roughly as you stare up at him. He's so cute with his blush covering his face and how his cock twitches with his breath.

You want to devour him.

You give a gasp as he tugs your hair back, inches away from himself, a breath to give himself before he tips deeper into bliss. You look up at him, dewy eyes and you can tell he wants to ravish you, it's so desperate, you want him to fuck you harder than ever before.

But Mr. Welt is such a gentleman. All he needed is encouragement.

You breathe out, touching his thigh as it jerks like fire against ice, he stares down lost in his own pleasure before realizing where his hands. You can see his golden eyes widen as he gently untangles his fingertips from your hair to gently cradle you.

"Mr. Welt. Don't you want me?" And you swear you hear his breath hitch in his throat as you again lick one slow stripe against his veins. He shudders, knees buckling, "Please?" You plead as you leave a small kiss against the side of his head. Just enough to stimulate, enough to take you.

It must of worked, because he lets out a chocked sigh as he rubs a thumb against the protrude of your mouth. You give it a quick suck before he removes it, thumb cradling the side of your cheek as he thinks.

Mr.Welt lets out a groan that turn you on more than it should have, "Just for tonight." He whispers. That's enough for you as you open your mouth to take him all at once.

He's polite, only keeping his hands against your head as support, tugging slightly when he'd hit the back of your throat, because if you are this tight here, how tight would you be down there? A couple more bobs and you can feel his cock hit the back of your soft palate, warm, sticky, goodness leaks in rhythm to his jerks as you suck him dry.

Mr. Welt is the first to recover, you're still catching your breath as you give a small pop ass hitting the floor as you wipe some of his cum off your chest. It leaves a filmy texture between your fingers. You're about to lick up the excess leaving no drop of Mr. Welt undone until he interjects.

"Here." He says as he hands you a magical produced handkerchief, and you can't he is so sweet. He's still breathing hard, cock spent against his thigh. You thank him before wiping the left over saliva around your chin, dapping it away slowly.

Once you felt yourself become semi clean you look up to Mr. Welt, "We're not done yet...are we?" You ask because you can't stop now, Not when you know Mr. Welt makes those delectable faces. You stand up shakily before falling into the bed onto him, hand pressed against his chest, head tucked by his shoulder.

You can't see Mr. Welts face from his angle, but you do hear a small- embarrassed "not yet" come from him.

Mr. Welt really is the sweetest as you lean upwards for another kiss and another round.

#hsr x reader #hsr smut #honkai star rail x reader #welt yang smut #welt yang x reader #honkai star rail smut #listen welt will always be in my top 5 characters and I love him to pieces and HE IS SO SWEET #im so tired #please there must be welt lovers out there I beg of you

[savannahsdeath]

call me silly but i cant stop thinking about hogwart au ellabs uhhh istg . i cant . also im pretty sure im the first one to make a hogwart au so please give ib if you want to make your own fic🤭 if im not the first one then sorry and please lmk who is !!

summary: you're roommates with your best friend and girlfriend, which don't seem to get along well.

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you and abby often wondered what's ellie doing in gryffindor, as the setting hat had doubts itself, wanting her to go to the slytherin for a split second.

"i mean, i'm happy she's with us." you quickly explained, realizing she might hear you through the bathroom door.

abby frowned, not looking away from her book. "oh, you are? and why, exactly?"

you laughed, leaning in to see what is she reading about, but she slammed the book shut with a loud bam! right in front your nose. "well, first of all, she's my girlfriend. self explanatory—"

"but... why?" she cut you off and sat up. "what do you see in her?" oh, you knew that one. it wasn't the first 'you deserve better' talk you had with abby. "wouldn't you rather to be with someone smarter, stronger and, i don't know, just... not a total loser?"

for a moment you sat there, so close to her your shoulders were touching, with your mouth parted and lips going dry. a moment passed as the door opened and ellie came out, sloppily wiping ruffling her wet hair with the towel. her gaze wandered between the two of you and she raised her eyebrow, but her obliviousness made her shrug the weird feeling off. "how much time do we have?" she asked, ignoring abby's presence, who just went back to reading her book.

"less than an hour." you annouced, getting up and taking the towel out of her hand, replacing it with a little bottle you picked up from your bedside shelf. "drink up."

"the fuck is that?" she twirled the unappetizing green liquid around the glass, noticing it's weirdly dense texture.

abby chuckled, winking at you as if to laugh at your low standards. "just listen to your girlfriend."

you smiled at the blonde girl before looking back at ellie. "it's going to rain, i don't want you getting sick."

"yeah, we don't want to hear you whining like a baby just because you catched a little cold." abby added, smirking as you gave her the stare. her comment passed by ellie's ears, not getting any reaction out of her.

she downed the potion in a few sips, wincing and letting you take the glass bottle out of her hands. she took a deep breath, trying to get rid of the taste. "i'd rather be sick." you giggled and rised on your tiptoes to reach her forehead, placing a loving kiss on it. she smiled for a second, before her face flashed with a grimace again. "wait— it's going to what?"

"it's going to rainnn" abby cooed, mercilessly but melodiously drawing out the vowels. you frowned, seeming to be the only one who doesn't see a reason to panic. yet, ellie was now pacing around the room, stopping to look outside the window. the clouds above the horizon were, in fact, dark blue, what predicted a downpour.

you came up to her, wrapping your hands around her tensed waist. "are you scared of some water?" you teasingly asked, nuzzling your head in the crook of her neck.

"that's not the point." she turned around, taking your hand and parting her lips. you just knew you'll probably spend the next minutes listening to the rules of quidditch, hopefully not enough to be late. "you see, when it rains, it's usually quite... foggy. pretty hard to see anything, yeah?"

"yeah, but..." you walked towards the bed, ellie following closely after. "slytherins won't see anything too, so it's fair, isn't it?"

she quickly shook her head and pursed her lips in a tight line, as if disappointed you don't get it. "someone gifted them special lenses. someone— i mean, anonymously, but everyone knows who it is. their captain's father." she stood in front of you as you sat down, fiercely gesticulating. "fucking bastards. they think money can solve everything... well, it kinda does but—"

"can you shut the f..." abby chimed in, deciding against cussing in the last moment. "...up. jesus, i'm just trying to study." she rolled her eyes as the attention was now on her.

"what are you even studying?" ellie walked closer to her, trying to see the book's cover through the blonde girl's pulled up knees, which she used to lean the volume on.

abby was quick to get defensive, closing the item as soon as she made sure the tab is on a right page. "none of your business."

"it doesn't look like one of our student's books at all..." ellie teased, tauntingly smiling as she got closer.

you sighed, taking a deep breath before speaking. "come on, els, we gotta go - get you ready and everything." you stood up and started rummaging through the drawers to think what should you take with you. ellie nodded and left your dorm, promising she'll wait for you before entering the quidditch's pitch.

"you really should go, it can be fun." you friendly nudged abby's shoulder, trying to keep your eyes away from the pages of her book, which seemed to attract your gaze and curiosity.

she looked up at you, visibly annoyed that she has to repeat it for the hundredth time. "that's not my thing."

that's not my thing.

yet, about fifteen minutes after the match started, you felt her warm presence next to you. she didn't say a word, probably too embarrased to admit she somehow got convinced to get her priorities wrong.

yet, you could hear her breath hitch when she saw your rivals score another point. no matter how hard the rain would hit her, soaking through her clothes, she'd calmly stand her ground and squint her eyes to see how bad the situation is.

yet, you eventually noticed she was holding her wand the whole time. and you noticed how her grip tightened as she mumbled a few words under her breath, inaudible because of the cheers. you couldn't believe it, but after a few minutes the clouds turned purely white and bright sun rays made people take off their coats. the same abby anderson, who always had to be the best student, not letting herself be distracted from studying just broke one of the school rules.

"you know you're going to have problems if anyone finds out?" you innocently looked up at her, gratefully smilling.

"then don't snitch on me." she shrugged, admiring the weather, which was her own creation.

yet, she made gryffindor win.

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let me know if you want to see more!

#reqs open #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie tlou #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie the last of us #ellie x fem reader #abby one shot #abby x you #abby drabble #abby tlou #abby x reader #abby anderson #abby the last of us #ellabs #ellabs x reader #ellabs x y/n #hogwart #hogwart au #harry potter au #harry potter #quidditch

[reallydelicatezombie]

1995 Rust Cohle NSFW Alphabet

Alright, fellow fanfiction SLUTS. *cracks knuckles in preparation for typing all this shit out* Let’s do this. P.S. I hope you all like this because our Sad Boi is very hard to write for. 

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

There are shades of aftercare with Rust, and it all depends on where you’re at in your relationship. If you’ve just started seeing each other and having sex, I think aftercare won’t come naturally to him. It’s not necessarily that he means to be cold or anything; he’ll still offer to help clean you up and ask if you’re okay, but he won’t immediately go to pull you to him. He’ll be hesitant to initiate it, though if you curl yourself up to him, he’ll cautiously put his arm around you. He’s a bit stiff, and not sure what to say; honestly, he’s a little shellshocked at having you turn up in his life, and it surprises him the way he starts to feel something again.  Affection never came easy to him, and he hasn’t been this close to anyone, physically or emotionally, in years, yet he still secretly craves your nearness. As your relationship progresses and grows past the shoot out with Reggie and Dewall Ledoux, Rust starts to hold you tighter, to pull you closer after. The event kind of wakes him up; makes him aware of just how much you mean to him. He also begins to stroke your hair gently as he holds you, which is a surprisingly tender act from him. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Rust *needs* to feel your ass, hips, and waist. He’s a hard man whose life hasn’t been filled with much of anything soft, and he always marvels at the suppleness of your ass, the curve of your hips under his hands, no matter how many times he touches you. He grips your waist so hard sometimes he leaves bruises, but it’s never meant to hurt you. He just finds gripping these parts of you grounding when you have sex; his synesthesia can be pretty overwhelming then. He sees/feels a deep, pulsating rose color when he hears you moaning or when he cums, so something so tangible helps him refocus. He also loves your hair. It might seem like an innocuous thing to some, but to him it’s just another layer of softness to you; you offer him the comfort of your body so freely, and he can’t help but take it. Yes, pulling your hair during sex satisfies some animalistic need deep inside him, but he also loves the color and texture of it. When he starts to stroke it after sex, he realizes it’s not just a way to comfort you, but also himself.

As for his body, Rust would say he doesn’t care about anything so trivial, but that’s because he’s a fucking liar when it comes to his feelings sometimes. We all know that he cares about his hair. I submit for your consideration: his different hairstyles during the three different eras. 1995 Cohle does not just wake up with his dirty blonde hair effortlessly wavy; no, he spends at least 10 minutes putting product in it and then scrunching it, you can’t change my mind. In 2002, we see all that gel put in his hair in an effort to make it kinda spikey. That takes time. That takes effort. Let us also note that Rust, eschewer of all things material, is also spending his money on these products. Finally, 2012 Rust grew out his hair for a reason. Think about it: why did he take the time to wash it and put it in a little ponytail? He could've just shaved it all off or not bothered with putting it back, but he didn't.

You love his hair because he lets you touch it and run your fingers through it, which he finds comforting (although he pretends like he doesn’t need any comfort initially, but you can tell he loves it, so you keep doing it, even if he teases you about it). Over time he eases up about this, and even lets you hold his head in your lap. You also love his pensive blue eyes and long, elegant fingers especially when they’re pumping in and out of you. He gruffly says something like, “They’re just fingers, Y/N. Nothin’ special about them.” But again, he’s full of shit because he will purposefully do something fiddly with them just to get you riled up. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Even though Rust totally unloaded one unprotected into Maggie, and he would absolutely do the same with you the first time, I think he would be a bit horrified and panicked after the fact. In the heat of the moment, it felt amazing to cum inside you, but after that, when he realizes the sex is gonna be regular, he always makes sure to have a condom, or to pull out if not and you’re also on the pill. He is deeply afraid of getting you pregnant and has no desire to be a father again.

As mentioned in “B”, cumming for him can be pretty overwhelming; he sees and feels that deep, thrumming rose color, and sometimes when he cums really hard he sees a marine blue flooding it and mixing with it to make a sort of purple, maroon color. To be honest, he feels very vulnerable when he cums, so if at the start of your relationship you don’t have condom for some reason, he’ll flip you over and cum all over your ass. This way, he can grip you and ground himself (and he also thinks your ass looks lovely covered in his cum, but this is all going to be internal dialogue at this point). Once he’s gotten more secure in himself and actually opens up a bit more with you, he feels like it’s okay to face you eye-to-eye while he cums. Those sky-blue eyes boring into yours while he finds his release is a bit unnerving, but in a deliciously intimate way. In this position, if he doesn’t have a condom, he’ll pull out and cum on your pussy or breasts. He’ll start to tell you how beautiful he finds you like this. Since it’s a compliment coming from him, it makes you feel electric and powerful.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Okay, so hear me out: Rust wants to fuck you senseless in his biker jacket, either with him fully clothed as Crash wearing the jacket, or with you in nothing but the jacket. Either way, it’s a win for him. It’s not that it’s the filthiest fantasy a person could have, but he obviously struggles with verbalizing even his most basic emotional and physical needs. When he first met you, he couldn’t help but fantasize about it. He told himself it was just because it had been a long time and you were so pretty; it’s a basic human need to fuck, so he told himself that it wasn’t anything more than that. But if the frequency of how many times he dreamt this scenario is anything to go by, he was down bad for you. 

If he were to be dressed as Crash (let’s face it, it’s a persona for him), he would use either his belt or tie to bind your hands above you to the headboard and do whatever he wanted with you. He would not be gentle, and there would be bruises, but chasing his need, just using you like that, seems unbelievably satisfying to him. His mind would turn off for however long it took to get the urge out, and that sounds like a glorious thing to a mind that is continuously turning over. In the scenario where you would be wearing nothing but the jacket, he’d have you ride him like he was a bronco at a rodeo. He’d love to run his hands all over you as you just take your pleasure from him, and again, the peace of having his mind turn off and his body just be on sounds heavenly, if he believed in such a thing as heaven. 

(Spoiler alert: both these scenarios go down, and even though the world is shit and life is meaningless and men and women aren’t supposed to work and all that jazz, Rustin Cohle has a very, very good time.)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

More than people like Marty or the other cops would think, but still not a ton. Rust really strikes me as demisexual, so he's not getting into bed at the drop of a hat. He did have to take pills to help him stay erect when he was undercover as Crash, since that whole scene was violent machismo and sexual conquest was a big part of that, and he hated every second of it, tried to get those encounters over as quickly as possible.

With the experiences he did want, however, Rust was always a very observant partner, and it won't be any different with you. Even though he might be afraid of intimacy, he doesn't strike me as the type to not pay attention to the sounds you make, to the way your fingers tighten on his shoulders and how your back arches when he hits a certain spot. He'll take his time to learn all of you and make sure to do those things that elicit the strongest reaction from you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

There are a few, and like everything else with Rust, it's very dependent on what point in the relationship you're at. Initially, because of how vulnerable he feels and how much that both excites and makes him nervous, doggy style and both of you lying down on your sides with your back to him are his go to moves. He'll still try to connect with you, though, because he really does need intimacy even if he can't ask for it. He'll reach around and play with your clit, suck on your neck, or whisper "Good girl" when you cum.

Later on, he really wants to look in your eyes and watch your face as you fall apart, so he'll prefer missionary or you both lying down on your sides, face-to-face. This feels much more intimate for the both of you, and he tends to hike your legs up over his waist to get deeper in these positions. He'll also cradle your head and thread his fingers through your hair.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Lol, it's Rust Cohle, so NO. He's very focused on what's going on during sex and all the sensations he's feeling, and trying to be funny during the moment will pull him out of that state. Plus, he's not one to crack many jokes in nonsexual moments, though he does have a unique sense of humor that comes out sometimes. We see that when he has the conversation with Marty at the banh mi place and Marty tells him that he can't admit to having doubts. Rust replies, "I doubt that," with a cocky little attitude. And then when they reunite and interview the Childress' former maid, he makes the quip about hoping that she was wrong about death not being the end. 😸

Anyway, back to the matter at hand: he does get to a point where he can make a few cocky remarks and smirks during sex, but you wouldn't exactly call them jokes or him being goofy. Everything he does is with an intense seriousness.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Rust doesn't have much hair down there to trim anyway, but it is a bit darker than the rest of his hair. He really doesn't spend any time grooming it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

We've established that while Rust can't verbalize his desires and emotions easily, especially when your relationship is new, he does deeply crave intimacy. That's because he doesn't actually want to completely disappear from humanity, no matter how much he says he does. We see it in the show in little ways, like when he decides to stay for dinner with Marty's family, when he tries to go on the double date, when he asks Marty how he's been after they finally start speaking again. He's someone who wants something meaningful, not superficial, because he's hurting so much from all of the loss he's suffered. So when he starts a relationship with you, he does make an effort, however unsure of how to do this he may be.

Intimacy with Rust isn't rose petals on the bed, or date nights at fancy restaurants, or even sweet words. He's a doer, not a talker. It's him pulling you tighter to him when he lets his guard down. It's him cradling your head softly while he's buried deep inside you and gazing into your eyes. It's him coming up behind you while you finish putting away the dishes together and turning you to him, kissing you deeply, and leading you by the hand to your shared bedroom where he makes you shake with passion around him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s never been one for masturbation, mostly because he’s very disconnected from his body; he spends so much of his time turning things over in his mind, sorting out his personal philosophy. BUT, when he first meets you and starts to have the fantasies involving Crash’s jacket, he does jerk off a few times to relieve the tension he feels around you. He thinks nothing physical will ever happen with you, and he hopes that by relieving the ache he feels when his pants tighten at the thought of you he might just get it out of his system and move on. He finds these feelings more frustrating than pleasurable at first, so he tries to get it over with as quickly as possible. (Spoiler alert: it doesn’t work.) Instead, he finds himself craving you more and more. Once you finally hook up, he doesn’t feel the need to do it as much since he can just be with you if he feels the need. He’s very pro you masturbating, though, and thinks it’s sexy that you touch yourself to thoughts of him. He asks to watch you do it, which you gladly oblige. You get folded like a lawn chair after. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

*rubs hands together gleefully* Ooh, goody! Rust has a few kinks, one of them being the desire to tie you up and just take you (consensually, of course). The need to be in control and let go of all of the stress and tension he feels is very present, especially before the shoot out. He only wants to use his belt, his tie, or some other piece of fabric and not handcuffs, however, because that feels too much like his job and that doesn’t really turn him on. 

EDGING: he loves bringing you right up to the brink, and then pulling back. He does this during your longer sessions, as it makes more sense to do it then. Hearing you whimper at the loss of force or a slowed down pace when you were so close makes him even harder; and the sweet, desperate way you beg makes working you up all over again worth it. 

SHOTGUNNING: This is more of a pre- or post-sex kink, if that can be a thing. He just likes sharing the smoke with you and hearing you inhale it. He thinks it’s sexy. If you’re sitting on his lap facing him while you do it, it’s safe to assume he’ll get so turned on that you’ll get fucked hard. If it’s post-sex, then he’ll lazily watch you exhale the smoke, and it looks like a weird kind of halo around you.

STOCKINGS AND GARTERS: Rust doesn’t need you to have fancy lingerie, he’s a simple man. However, he finds stockings and garters very classy and very sensual, and if you wear a skirt that shows just a little bit of the garters when you move or bend over, he won’t be able to keep his hands off of you. He is secretly always hoping you will wear them because he just wants to run his hands up and down your thighs and over your hips and ass. If the stockings are crotchless, even better because he will definitely ask you to wear them during sex. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Rust doesn’t care very much about where you two have sex, so long as it’s safe and private. For instance, he would never have sex at the police station because one of his coworkers might walk in or overhear, and he would literally die if that happened. You’ve had sex in the backseat of his truck when the two of you went for a drive in the country at night; you were the only car on the road for over an hour, so it seemed private enough. The place he feels the most comfortable, though, is your place because everything there smells like you, and your bed is soft and warm. You have a lot of blankets and pillows, which he definitely does not have at his apartment, and he secretly likes being all cozied up to you after sex.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

We’ve mentioned the shotgunning and the garters and stockings, but there are other things that get him going. You showing any depth of knowledge about anything, whatever area you have a lot of skill or knowledge in, that really turns this brainy fucker on. He values knowledge, thoughtfulness, intelligence, intellect. He craves it in the shithole that is Louisiana*, and you’re like a breath of fresh air to him. It really excites him to be with someone who is as smart and caring as you. Speaking of which, showing any level of care towards him gets his blood pumping. Did you make a homecooked meal just for him? Fuck. Did you wash and iron his work shirt because you noticed he hadn’t had time to? Girl. Did you put a book back that had fallen off his bookshelf and he hadn’t bothered to pick up? OH BABY. He just appreciates the little things, because they show him how much you care about him, and that turns him on immensely. 

*As someone from Louisiana, I can confirm that Louisiana is a 100%, Grade A, USDA-certified intellectual shithole. It’s not a stereotype, it’s true. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

The thought of any sort of necrophilia, or anything where you’d pretend you were a corpse or something like somnophilia turns his stomach. Even though he might like to tie you up and have your movement limited, part of what’s so enjoyable about that is your response to his ministrations. You are very much alive, and he needs that feedback. Also, spending all day looking at DBs pretty much guarantees he wouldn’t want to see that when he gets off, even if it’s just pretend. 

Also: absolutely no daddy and mommy kink, for obvious reasons. I don’t think he’d want to be called “Daddy” in any context, and definitely not a sexual one. 

The thought of actually hurting you also makes him physically ill: light spanking and hair pulling is one thing, but choking you or slapping you across the face reminds him too much of his time undercover with the Iron Crusaders, and he has no desire to revisit that. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He has no preference, and likes giving as much as he likes receiving. Very good at giving because he is so detail-oriented and pays attention to exactly how you respond with each flick of his tongue or drag of his teeth. He enjoys the way you taste, and will take his time eating you out, really working you up until you need him to finish you. 

For receiving, seeing you in nothing but his leather jacket, knelt down in front of him really does something to him. He could honestly spend all afternoon watching you trying to take all of his length in. He loses it when you kitten-lick the tip and then suddenly deep-throat him. Bonus points will be given if you swallow every last drop, because fuck, he thinks that shit is so hot. “Are you trying to kill me, Y/N?” “No, but what a fun way to go.” ;)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It’s either hard and fast, or slow and sensual. There is no in-between. At the beginning, it will mostly be hard and fast because he’s getting it all out of his system; it’s been so long for him, and he needs some time to get in touch with the side of himself that can be sensual. When it is hard and fast, it’s overwhelming because you have to basically brace yourself for the ride (not that you mind; you understand Rust probably better than he understands himself when it comes to his emotional and physical needs). 

Once he’s opened up enough to consistently use a slow and sensual pace, he goes deep. This is when you’ll be face-to-face, looking into each other’s eyes, with your legs wrapped tight around his waist or raised over his shoulders. This pace is overwhelming in a different type of way. Someone like Rust being so connected with you is special and not to be taken lightly because you know he wouldn’t do this with just anybody. It means he trusts you and thinks highly enough of you to be vulnerable and take his time with you. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are very rare for you two because he greatly prefers taking his time. Since it’s already difficult for him to be physically and emotionally open, he doesn’t really have the ability to quickly get it up, get with you, and then go on with his day. Plus, he doesn’t really like to have sex in a location where you two can be interrupted or discovered, and those locations are usually where quickies happen. That said, the few times you have had them, like the locked bathroom at a bar or dance hall (he won’t go to the clubs unless it’s for an investigation, sorry), have been very lustful and intense. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Absolutely. Freakin’. Not. No way. While he grows more open to trying new positions, toys, etc., with you as the relationship grows, Rust will never, at any point in your relationship, do anything that would physically hurt you (He’s also extremely afraid that he’s going to fuck this up and hurt you emotionally, and that honestly scares him more than he cares to admit). Again, being a little rough is not what this means: it means he’s not going to put you in any danger. He’s not taking you undercover as Crash; he’s not carelessly bringing you to places where you might be in any danger. He’s also very afraid before the shootout that whoever is behind the murders and disappearances will find you and hurt you because of his investigation. He’s very protective of you in this way. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He has a surprising amount of stamina. He can switch it up; either one long session, so long as you are able to, or several faster sessions. It depends on where he’s at mentally. If he’s in his head more, it will probably two faster, shorter sessions, though he always makes sure you’re satisfied before he finishes. If he’s more relaxed, he’ll take his time with you, and this is usually when he sets a slower, more sensual pace.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

None, unless you count the belt and tie. He counts those as accessories, not toys. He’s not opposed to you having them, however, and definitely enjoys watching you use your vibrator  or clit sucker on yourself (or him using them on you). Other than that, he really doesn’t have any experience or knowledge of what other toys are out there, so if you like to use more, you’ll have to show him. He’d be a bit out of his element at first, but since he’s so intelligent, would get the hang of them quickly. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Rust Cohle, while he doesn’t have what you would call “game”, can be a motherfucking tease when he wants to be. Generally, he doesn’t play games and if he wants you, he’ll let you know, BUT he thinks it can be entertaining to see you riled up over him, to the point where you’re clenching your thighs and nearly begging for him to take you. He’ll use his hands to slowly rub your thighs if you’re out for a drive, going higher a little bit each time, but never as high as you want/need him to go. Or he’ll take his time kissing down your torso or up your legs, but never making his way to your center. He has his cocky smirk on at that point. He will eventually give you what you want, because it’s actually what he wants to. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Rust doesn’t make much sound in terms of moaning, but he does breathe very heavily and grunt when he cums. He absolutely lives for your moans, though, and there’s just something about the way you shakily scream out his name in the heat of the moment that snaps something inside of him. He has an excellent auditory memory, and can recall each note and sound you make. When he’s home alone and it’s late at night and he can’t sleep, he remembers every sound you make.

He has an unsurprisingly filthy mouth, and once he’s truly comfortable in the relationship, he’ll say things to you that make you blush furiously (he loves this response). “Fuck, Y/N. That pretty pussy all for me?” and “You gonna be a good girl and cum for me, huh? Cum all over my dick.” And you are a good girl, so of course you do. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Rust wants to take pictures of you wearing only the leather jacket so he can have them with him when he misses you (we don’t have sexting at this point in time), but he has no idea how to ask. He knows you would do it in a heartbeat, but it just seems so personal for some reason. Little does he know, you have plans to surprise him on his birthday with some pictures you’ve taken yourself in the jacket WITH garters and stockings WITH a cigarette in your hands. Even though he hates birthdays and doesn’t see the point in celebrating a day when he was ripped out of nonexistence against his will into this violence, he’s going to stop complaining when he sees the pictures. You actually render him speechless. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Not very thick, but very long: a shower, not a grower. Since he’s on the thinner side, it makes sense that it wouldn’t be too thick. It has a slight curve to it, which he uses to angle into you just right. Surprisingly pink when he’s aroused.  

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pre-shootout, it would not be very high (though for him it comes cums as quite a shock since he was not expecting to be horny at all), maybe twice a week. Once the shootout happens, he feels like he can relax a bit more, and that’s when it ramps up for you two. At least 3 times a week, though it is usually more if his case load isn’t too busy. His sex drive is absolutely tied to what else is going on his life, and to his mental state. When it does pick up, he craves you. He’ll never pressure you if you’re not in the mood, though. Forcing himself on you is something that Rust wouldn’t even think about doing.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Rust has terrible insomnia, but every once in a while, after you’re both sated, he finds himself actually sleeping. Not every time, but often enough that it gives his body some of the rest he desperately needs (please just let this Sad Boi sleep. Please.) If he has trouble sleeping for a long period of time, you can bet you’re going to get it rough soon, because he’s figured out that there’s a connection between how hard he goes and how deeply he sleeps. You’re honestly glad that you can help him rest. For the times when he still can’t sleep, he’ll just lie there, quietly watching you sleeping peacefully and his heart aches a little bit at the sight. He might shut his eyes and dream, the dreams being softer than what he used to dream about before he met you.  

#Rust Cohle #rustin cohle #rust cohle x reader #rust cohle headcanons #true detective season 1 #true detective #matthew mcconaughey

[bringthekaos]

Jayce accidentally taking Viktor's pain meds and 47 minutes later he is zoned out to the next plane of existence like ( °__°)

I can definitely see this happening, in the early days before they’ve really cemented each other’s routines and patterns. Jayce keeps some mild painkillers in the lab for his headaches (you know, the ones he gets because he stays up until 3am and drinks exclusively coffee). They’ve got a big deadline coming up, so they’ve been going going going, pretty much nonstop for several days—switching off dozing on the cot in the corner for an hour or two here and there, and then getting right back to work.

Jayce gets one of his headaches late one afternoon, and in his sleep-deprived delirium, he just blindly reaches for the bottle on the desk and pops one dry. If he were more alert, he might have noticed the unfamiliar shape, the texture which is much grainier than it should be. But as it is, he just gets back to work…

For about half an hour, when the words on the chalkboard start to double up, and his hand is so tingly he keeps dropping the chalk. He takes a step back, thinking maybe it’s just the sleep deprivation finally catching up to him, but this feels… different. He feels drunk and disoriented, and he’s definitely not going to get any work done like this. So he slurs a quick “m’gunna take a break,” and slinks over to his chair, plopping down in it with not an ounce of grace.

And within ten minutes, he’s in the fucking stratosphere.

Viktor doesn’t immediately notice, as he just kept working when Jayce said he was taking a break. But when he posits a question and receives a suspiciously cat-like sound in return, he spins around and finds Jayce poured over his chair like a being of far fewer bones.

And it hits him—his eyes dart to Jayce’s desk, where Viktor realizes he accidentally set down his bottle of painkillers when last he took them.

First he lets loose the equivalent of George Carlin’s seven dirty words you can’t say on television in his native tongue, then he gets to work—he fetches Jayce a glass of water and forces him to sit up and drink at least half of it. He wets a washrag and runs it over Jayce’s forehead and the back of his neck. And after an astronomical amount of struggle, he gets Jayce onto his feet and guides him, uncoordinated and stumbling over to the cot, apologizing profusely the whole way, even though he knows Jayce is tripping balls and likely won’t remember a thing Viktor is saying. But he still apologizes, because he feels awful—this is his fault, he set his bottle down on the wrong desk in his exhaustion.

Viktor ends up having to finish a majority of the presentation on his own, while Jayce recovers. He sleeps a little of it off, but he also spends a decent amount of time talking absolute gibberish and writing several pages of nonsense in his journal. But eventually it starts to wear off, and Jayce slowly gets back to work.

They both learn a lot from the experience—namely to be more vigilant with where they set things, and what they’re picking up. But Jayce also learns a lot about his partner—he now understands why Viktor has to take a small break about an hour after he takes his medication, why he gets sluggish and lethargic. He also realizes why Viktor typically gets a little quiet and unresponsive in that time—his brain is fighting the fog, but it can only fight one battle at a time.

So he vows to make a routine of it—taking breaks when Viktor does, giving him some peace and quiet for a few minutes as he levels out. And eventually, it’s a story they can laugh at—reminiscing on those early days when that practiced waltz around each other in the lab was more like a toddler dancing on their father’s feet. It’s also when Viktor starts teasing him about being a lightweight, and that’s a joke that survives well into their divorce era.

#arcane #jayvik #Jayce talis #arcane Jayce #arcane viktor #Viktor arcane #the ol’ drug mixup #lab safety who’s she? #asks #ace answers

[lemonjestercoffee]

horses! horses! horses! horses!

i redesigned them! with my own hcs and species design quirks. also woe, height chart be upon ye

some notes for everypony:

Twilight Sparkle- i like gold on her design but not the absurd amounts everyone else gives her for some reason, so i made it an accent color. yes her magic is gold now too because of her eyes. her hair was also inspired by Mikan Tsumiki's cause i thought a more orderly version of her choppy mess would look good on Twilight, i was right. also glasses go brr, i think she looks cute in 'em

Apple Jack- while i love the long fetlocks people give her, i can't see her actually doing that because they'd be a pain to keep clean, so i did the opposite and had her shave her feathering off. i also put her hair up to keep it off her neck so she doesn't overheat while working. her cutiemark is my favorite part cause it's that family symbol where two adults and a kid make a heart, but i made it an apple instead, does a better job at showing her emphasis on family ties. no hat cause i like the idea of her hat being from her dad, and she doesn't want to mess it up wearing it daily so she wears it exclusively to special events

Rainbow Dash- i decided to make her less of a living lightening bolt and leaned more into her lazy side, going for the type of butch lesbian look that makes her feel like she wears tank tops and hangs out in the basement getting drunk and listening to rock. i wanted her to look like the only part of her she actually puts effort into maintaining is her wings

Fluttershy- i take great enjoyment in making Flutters a fucking lumbering giant compared to his friends (yes my Flutters is a guy), taking fluttertree and running with it. no notes aside from tall and green patterns and long hair and ooo pretty bronze jewelry. ig also his cutie mark is like- it was suppose to just be a paw and a butterfly but i accidentally made a parasprite with it, and instead of fixing it i just rolled with it and made it look more intentional

Pinkie Pie- THIS HORSE GAVE ME SO MUCH TROUBLE!! every part of my body was like "give her patterns! add things to her hair! it makes sense for her!!" but everything i did looked wrong and i couldn't get it to work. so i bit the bullet and made her really plain... and it worked. i don't know why but she just.... looks so much better with a really simple design, the hair texture does all the heavy lifting really

Rarity- of everyone, she's the one who'd have the long pretty fetlocks, and i decided to double down on that by not only making them so long you can't see her hooves, but also by making her have the longest and softest coat in general. she has the time and dedication to take care of such a high maintenance coat and she's gonna do it. it's even more impressive when you realize ponyville uses exclusively dirt roads. aside from that i think she deserves nice jewelry, and they use leather straps cause i think leather would be a ponyville fashion staple, she shows her hometown pride in her fashion

Spike- i thought it was weird he was so small the whole run, he should have had a growth spurt at some point imo, so i made him a bit bigger and more proportional to the older teen dragons, this is less of a redesign and more of a "make him actually grow up" thing, he's still small but not toddler small. this is the point where Twilight starts complaining about him sitting on her back cause he's getting too heavy. i also don't like how adult Spike ended up looking, but i haven't made a redesign of him yet

i have made an older alicorn Twilight design that i've been referring to as Ethereal Twilight, but i might hold off on sharing that for a while cause i have some funky hc lore ideas for the alicorns that i wanna refine a little before posting her. maybe i'll have older Spike drawn by then too, who knows

#my little pony #mlp fim #mane 6 #mlp redesign #mlp headcanons #hc lore #kai doodles

[arielstruggles]

Ever Since My Baby Went Away, It's Been the Blackest Day

Pairing: Javier P x Reader

Summary: She misses her ex, he misses her. It has been ten years since they last saw each other but they are still pretty much in love. And horny.

Word count: 3.3 k

Warnings: SMUT (+18), unprotected p in v sex, spanking (lightly), they are soo in love, praise, fingering, age gap, mutual cumming.

A/n: This is my first time of writing something, let alone writing smut so i know it is not that good, i appreciate any criticism or feedback! I used 3rd person pov because i feel more comfortable with it but it is kind of a self insert. Also, English is not my first language so beware of grammar mistakes or mistakes in general. I honestly don't know whether someone will read this or not but i'm sharing it anyways. So if you are reading, thank you and hope you enjoy! :)

(chapter 2)

She was sitting by the beach with a cake in her hands. Her thoughts didn’t leave her alone for a single second. That’s why the chocolate coating of the cake was dripping on sand, the candle was nothing but a melted mess. What was she doing in here… After ten years, ten fucking years. What was she expecting? To see him? to get back together? No. She thought, if she could sit in that bench long enough, she could go back in time. When she felt the sticky texture of melted chocolate coating of the cake, her birthday cake, she snapped out of memories and took a bite from the cake. She was crying. But for what? that she didn’t know. It might be that how much she missed him, maybe she missed his touches, maybe shared memories, maybe the nights that they were too busy to sleep. Memories were rushing into her head one after the other.

               She got mad at him, for leaving her behind. But then a pang of guilt hit her, it was a mutual decision. He did nothing wrong. But he could have stopped her, could he? Where was he? Was he still here? Or could he be in Texas, helping his father or maybe he took over the ranch? He could be married by now; he could have kids. A happy family… All of a sudden, she couldn’t eat the cake.

Yes, it was a mutual decision and felt sensible at the time but things started go downhill after their break up. She was miserable. Yes, she achieved her career goals and as far as she knew he did as well, at least it was like that when she last heard from him, eight years ago. He wasn’t her first love or her first kiss and so was she. But he was her first real heartbreak which she didn’t even realize at the time.

               She didn’t know that he was there a month ago. She didn’t know he missed her as much as she does. She was all he could think about, her soft lips, her curves. Her smell was still lingering around his nose. The mole on her hipbone. Her complaints about the wind, how it messes up her hair all the time, how it is all tangled. He wanted to reach out to her, he wanted to call her, hear her laughter. He could have given up from everything to hear her call him Javi just for once. He couldn’t though. He didn’t want to break their promise. He could get information if he tried, but he respected her privacy. Or maybe he wanted her to reach out to him first.

               Maybe they both were too proud, or coward. But they didn’t hear from each other for ten years. And they missed each other like no other. She hoped to find him on each body that she has been, he also tried the same. They couldn’t. She was so scared that one day, she would find out that he’s dead, his job was dangerous. That was one of the reasons that she didn’t want a future with him.                She heard someone was calling her they asked her if she was okay, then she realized she was sitting on the same spot for four hours. She was hoping to find him. She was waiting for him. He didn’t come. He was not even in Colombia. Tears prickled her eyes. For ten years she cried for the first time. A sob escaped from her lips. She stood up; her hands were covered with melted chocolate. She took out a napkin from her purse and cleaned her hands then walked away. As if streets were screaming his name. All the sadness that she tried to look away for ten years resurfaced. She never knew feeling this much pain was possible.

She came back to her apartment, she felt like a fool for leaving her job, her life in another country and return to Colombia. And for what? To find him. She started laughing but it was not because of happiness, on the contrary she felt a gut-wrenching pain in her chest. She was not a teenager; she was 33 now. She left her home, her job to find Javi. This whole thing was a stupid idea. She started laughing frantically, tears followed her laugh. She was a sensible person; she should have known that it was impossible and selfish to find him now. But she was here regardless.

               She didn’t know that if he knew she was back, he’d be on his way to her. She didn’t know he was sharing the same pain. She didn’t know he wanted to be with her till the day he dies. Maybe they both deserved to suffer, if they weren’t that proud, or stubborn they would be in each other’s arms, instead of crying all by themselves. Some nights he’d be waking up crying out her name. On those nights he couldn’t go back to sleep, his thoughts wouldn’t let him.

               She cried maybe ten minutes maybe an hour. He was also crying. They were a little dramatic. She decided to take a shower, running water could soothe her pain. It didn’t. He was the antidot she knew that.

               Days have passed since she came back, there was not a single day she didn’t walk the streets that once they passed together, holding hands sharing kisses. She was making herself miserable, she knew that but she didn’t want to be happy without him. She wanted to reach out to a mutual friend of them but she was so scared that he might have been with someone else, she knew it was selfish to wish that he was as lonely as she was, she wished it anyway.

               He was in his couch, all by himself. Watching something on tv but wasn’t paying any attention to it. Thinking about her. He could still hear her voice, crying out his name. chanting it like a prayer. Javi, javi, javi… he could feel her hands around his cock. Her pink lips kissing his. He was not the man that she last saw. Yes, he was still handsome but a part of him was missing. She was missing. Her memory was dawdling. He remembered her hardened nipples, her dripping cunt. The image was pornographic he felt guilty for a second. But god, she was pretty. He realized, even though it was ten years ago when he last saw her, her memories were strong enough to get him hard. He came with the thought of her. With the dream of her lips swallowing him, he felt good.

They were both missing each other but they didn’t know how to communicate, how to get back together. Some say it was pride, some say it was their respect and love for each other. But it was ten years ago that they last fucked and they were still thinking about it.

She sips her coffee on her break. It has been six months since she returned Colombia. Six months that she waited for Javier to appear in her door magically. It didn’t happen obviously. She has four more hours, then she’d done with her shift. She can stroll around the streets that once they walked together the moment she’s free from her work. She says ‘hi’ to a couple of her colleagues then gets back to her work. Time passes rather slow today, she thinks. It’s barely noon but she’s bored to death already. But it passes anyway. Once it hits 5 pm she leaves her office. Instead of wandering around the streets she goes to the pub, the pub that they’ve first met. Maybe she is delusional, maybe it is a sign but the pub is the only place in the city that stays the same for ten years. She knows the staff, they know her, they know Javier it is sort of like a time travel. As if sitting there could get him back…

               When she steps in the pub, she knows something is different. She knows something has happened or about to happen. Doesn’t think about it that much and buys herself a glass of wine and sits. Bar maid comes closer to her and asks “Did you hear, Javier is back.” “no, I didn’t know” she responds. She feels something, she can’t describe the feeling. Is she happy, sad, anxious, excited? She doesn’t know yet. She quickly finishes her drink and leaves the pub. Walks directly to her house. She doesn’t know what to do. But she is not as excited as she dreamed of. She doesn’t want to see him, or does she? What is he doing in here? Did he come to see me; did he miss me? she thinks.

               She doesn’t even bother to change her clothes. She doesn’t do anything at all. Sits in the sofa like she is hypnotized. She gets mad at herself. She’s not a teenager. She is an adult with responsibilities. She can’t act like this. She chuckles because she came here six months ago to find him. Why she acts like she doesn’t give a fuck about him. Because she does, oh she does. She cries, she laughs, she touches herself thinking about him. She wants him to fuck her dumb at least for old times’ sake. She gets herself together and eats something, does her mundane tasks with the image of him. Then goes to bed, she dreams about him. She dreams that Javier bends her over to his desk and pounds on her like there is no tomorrow. She moans her name. she clenches around him; her wet cunt suffocates his cock in her dream. Then she jerks awake. She feels empty, wet. She didn’t even see him but hearing his return was enough.

When she wakes up in the morning and gets ready for the day, all she can think about is him. She leaves her apartment and again wanders around the streets that saw their kisses and more. Then she sees him, tall, dark haired. Ten years later he is right there with all his glory, Javier Peña. He doesn’t see her though. He talks to someone else. He’s just like ten years ago. She gets wet even the sight of his back. She leaves the street without him seeing her, she is not ready to talk to him. Not yet. Also, she didn’t see his face so maybe that man was someone else, yeah definitely.  She goes on with her day, with the ghost of him. Nothing happens, he doesn’t show up in her office, he doesn’t fuck her in the bathroom. But she waits for him. Days pass, she doesn’t see him again. Not until a Friday evening, she’s on her grocery shopping, sees the dark-haired tall figure again, but this time she can’t run away, because he sees her as well. That man was him, she thinks “hi” she mutters, “hello beautiful” he says “long time no see” she gives him a crooked smile, on the verge of tears. “yeah” she says. She feels pathetic. She didn’t think that she’d be so emotional over him

They don’t know what to say. He wants to kiss her, she wants to kiss him. But it has been ten years. “you’re still as pretty as the day I’ve lost you.” he says “you look old though.” She replies and chuckles. He laughs as well. They both know she didn’t mean that. “I heard you moved here” Javier says “what makes you come back?”. “I don’t know, I wanted some nostalgia, I guess. Why are you here anyway?” she asks “I came to find you.” He replies, doesn’t bother to hide the truth. She feels dizzy, she doesn’t expect an answer like that, I came to find you... so direct. Then they both realize they are still at the store and talking maybe for half an hour. She moves to cash register pays for the things that she bought; he follows her. They walk, she says “I’ve missed you.” he replies “me too.” They arrive her home, she invites him in. They know how this will end up; they don’t care. They want this, it is the least they can do. They need each other. Her hands slightly tremble while trying to find her keys because she can’t stop her dirty thoughts. He chuckles, “someone is a little excited, if I’m not mistaken.” She doesn’t bother to answer, because it is obvious. When she finally opens the door and throw the bags, he doesn’t even lose a second. He grabs her by her waist and pulls her towards himself. “I’ve missed you so much” he mumbles before he kisses him deeply, she slides her tongue into his mouth. She moans, he smiles into their kiss. She sucks his tongue while leading him to her bedroom, doesn’t want to lose a single second. She waited long enough. She drags him to her bed, he kisses her neck, he takes his time. His tongue explores her neck all over again. He slowly takes off her shirt, then his shirt. He kisses her collar bone, bites it slightly. “just like how I left” he mutters. “I’ve missed you.” she says “me too.” He says, again. He throws away her bra and cups her tit with his one hand. He moans, the sight of her body gets him hard. Their movements are rushed.

He feels his trousers are tightened around his fat cock. She feels drunk with his touch, she moans. “Javi…” she whines, “I need you”. He kisses her torso all over. He licks her hardened nipples. “javi… fuck…” she moans. His lips curl upwards, he smirks. It is the best song he has ever heard of in years. His fingers trail down on her soaked panties. “damn, baby… you’re dripping” he says. She laughs, but she feels embarrassed, her cheeks burn with excitement. He gets rid of her skirt and panties, slowly toys with her aching cunt. He knows what he’s doing. He still remembers what drives her crazy. He draws circles around her clit, she moans his name again. “javi, I need you.” she whines, “ask properly sweetheart.” He demands. “I need your cock javi, please.” She mumbles. “that’s better, but you have to wait.” He replies then kisses her inner thigs, she feels like falling apart but in a good way. His hot breath tickles her pussy, he places a kiss on her which make her shiver. Then he slides his tongue inside. This is the best she thinks. “You taste like heaven” “so sweet” he coos. Then stops kissing and licking, she whines but suddenly feels his finger inside her hole and while she’s drunk with one he adds another. She moans loudly. “you’re taking them so well baby.” His slightly curled fingers hit the spots that any other men’s cock couldn’t in years. “you are able to do that your fingers but most men can’t do it even with their cocks.” She pants while smiling. He laughs, “That’s only the beginning, baby.” His voice is deep.  He starts moving faster and faster, a scream leaves her lips. She moans with the sensation. “You make me feel so good Javi.” Her whole body burns with desire. She feels she’s building up. He saves his fingers from her dripping pussy and he licks his fingers. She moans with the sight, without even losing a second he reaches for her tit again, he licks her tit, plays with her nipple; she bites his shoulder blade which makes him moan loudly. Their noises fill the room. She reaches for his belt “get rid of this.” She points his jeans. He frees his fat cock instantly as if waiting for her command, it’s dripping with precum. It is as thick as she remembers, she wants to taste it, squeeze his balls. “So thirsty.” He remarks realizing her hungry gaze on his cock. She laughs, that’s more than enough for him. He starts kissing her ankles, then her calves, thighs and make his way up to her cunt. He softly kisses her clit, her body jerks awake with the feeling her hands grab his hair and pulls them, they look into each other’s eyes for a second the she buries his head into her pussy again. He rubs his nose to his clit, she loves it, he growls into her. “I’m still so wet.” She pants. “Yeah, I figured that much.” They both laugh, it feels as if they were never apart, like those ten years has never been lived. He kisses all over her pussy licks it clean, he devours her like he was starving till he finds her again which is true in a sense “I fucked my hand with the dream of you, for ten years.” He mumbles, his voice is barely audible. With each kiss and lick she gets wetter. “I-I need you...” she pants. “be patient, you’ll get what you deserve.” He replies, doesn’t plan to make her wait so much. He wonders how can he breathe. With a sudden movement he turns her around and she gets on all fours. She knows, she’s about to get her reward.

With a slap on her ass she moans, she is surprised. He slaps her ass again. “why didn’t you call me?” he asks firmly. “you know phones work both ways.” She answers cheekily. Neither of them replies. Question stays unanswered. He rests his crotch against her ass, she feels euphoric without even getting his cock in she feels how hard it is. He slowly pushes his tip into her wet cunt. “so tight sweetheart. “mmmhmmm Javi” he slowly pushes in, once she gets used to his size she wants more so he pushes more. His movements are slow, he feels like as if he moves faster she would disappear and he’d wake up in his bed all alone. “faster” she yells, then he remembers; he fucks her, she is really there. He picks up his pace. Her pussy suffocates his cock, the wet sounds that they make are enough to get someone worked up. He grips her waist tightly “when was the last time you get fucked like this?” he asks. She doesn’t answer, laughs. They both know the answer. He’s sure he’ll leave his mark on her waist, so he tightens his grip and moves faster and faster “close, ‘m close.” She whimpers. “hang on a little baby.” He pants. “We gonna do it together.” She nods frantically. His balls slap her ass with each thrust. He has an animalistic side in that moment, she knows If he stops supporting her by her waist she’ll fall to bed, her legs tremble. “such a good girl, this pussy is all mine.” he growls. “gonna fill you up so well baby.” “can- can’t hold it any longer” she says. “I know baby, I know… me too. Cum for me sweetheart.” He says she doesn’t even hesitate she lets all go while he also drains his balls inside her.

They collapse to her bed together, lays there in each other’s arms. “god, you have no idea how much I’ve missed this.” She whispers. He smiles, he thinks the same. “If I knew you were back earlier, I’d fuck you sooner.” He replies. They both laugh. They don’t think about those ten years in which they were too stubborn to reach out for each other. It doesn’t matter anymore, what matters is that they’re in each other’s arms. He takes him to her bathroom, both get in the bathtub, kisses her back and he fucks her again. Then of course he cleans them both. That night, they both sleep peacefully, without thinking about the future or the past. It doesn’t matter in that moment.

#javier peña #javier pena x reader #javier peña x reader #javier pena x you #pedro pascal #javier pena smut #javier pena #narcos netflix #javier peña smut

[fillinforlater]

am i guessing a yeri in nipple clamps smut in the future?

Spaceship: Horizon - Part 9: Critical Clamps

Male Reader x Kim Yerim

Length: 2916 words

Tags: tits play, nipple play, nipple clamps, rough sex, hardcore, not boring, exhibitionism kink, thigh riding, forced orgasm, against the wall, standing sex, slapping kink, tits slap, hook-up

TW: SLAPS and harsh nipple play

Inspiration: this old-ass ask and ofc, those legendary Yeri pics

Credit: @midnightdancingsol for editing. Thank you, as always!

(A/N: AFTER AGES, Spaceship: Horizon has returned. I hope you enjoy, if you still remember wtf this even is xD)

“Appointment in two minutes. Appointment in two minutes. Waking up is mandatory. Appointment in two minutes.”

In a seemingly endless cycle of monotony, Helper’s speaker blurts out the unequivocal message. Rhythmically flickering red lights bounce off of the bright walls amplify the importance and urgency of the words. Those words are also displayed on the screen which is pointed at you from Workers desk. 

The panic-inducing cacophony of visual and auditory madness does not go past your eyes and ears. You see without realizing, hear without understanding, breathe without feeling alive. Everything around you spins, and then it stops, just to do it again the other way around. Of course it has been weird before, waking up in a spaceship, the guinea pig of alien overlords, but this is a different, significantly worse feeling. Vividly, the pictures still haunt you. Her words are more real than every repeated sentence by the machine that echoes menacingly. The same goes for her hands that grab your hips and for her knees that dig into your calves, but worst of all, she is still inside you. Her cock stretches you wide. It’s so painful that tears begin to run down your pale, numb features. Your hand runs down your back and you feel for it, the cock, the phallic monster that she speared you with. 

It’s not there. It was never there. It was a dream. 

Yet still, you feel utterly violated and the pain is gut wrenchingly real.

“The appointment is now. The appointment is now. Stand up, your guide is waiting outside.”

#

“Hey, there you are! How are you—oh fuck, you look terrible! Yah!”

Yena catches your fall. Her arms are surprisingly strong and she is able to place you down at one of the bright walls of the hallways in front of your cell. With hasty hand flaps, she fans air towards your face as you continue to sink closer to the floor without showing any signs of being fine.

“Please, hey! Talk to me. What happened? What did they do to you?”

Judging from Yena’s reaction—her scared and angry eyes, as well as the heavy shaking on your shoulders speak volumes—you have to look terrible. Well, it is only a reflection of how you feel, distraught, almost lifeless. You look at Yena and try to send her a signal, something like ‘I’m fine’, but there is barely any strength in you.

“Come on! Your heart is still beating, act like it. Please, you’re still here, right?”

“Y-yeah… maybe,” you respond dryly. Yena takes a deep breath, then another. She is probably trying to control her overheating emotions and use the energy to get you back up. A grab at the hem of your work attire and she pulls upwards.

You don’t resist, no, you assist. Press the palm of your hands on the ground, feel the smooth, stupidly clean texture of it. Angle your feet, feel the soft, still-fresh soles of it. Tense all your muscles, feel the rush of being alive. Your bottom might still hurt, the violation very real in your head, but they will not break you like this. 

It’s a short fight, a small victory, but oh-so-important. Next to the shorter Yena, you wobble towards the elevator, while her hand at your back guides you in a different sense now. 

“I don’t know what happened,” Yena says after entering the hissing doors of the elevator, “but your Worker must be cruel if it left you like this.”

“Ts, this fucker wasn’t even there after… this shit. The Helper had to wake me up.”

“Huh? Maybe it has begun then.”

Yena’s mumble is barely above a whisper. You turn towards her, but she interrupts your train of thoughts:

“Seems like things are set regardless.”

“Yes, but what—”

An index finger on your lips.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll explain it later. For now, just do your job. 

“It, this will be over soon, I promise.”

#

Boring and dull. This is what your life has come to. Working nine-to-five, sleeping eight hours, having everything you need to live a secure life. Most people would consider it good. Compared to the average human on planet Earth, you probably even live in luxury. It leaves you empty however. You crave for more action, excitement, anything to look forward to. 

To counter your lethargic state, you downloaded a couple of apps and visited multiple sites that claim to make hook-ups easy. Some of them are, of course, scams, totally fake, but one of them caught your interest—until you realized how vanilla most women are on there. 

Everything is already boring, I don’t need my sex life to be the same, you sigh to yourself while reading profile after profile. At least most of them look attractive and the app seems legit. It’s still not enough however. You need this spark, this burning desire, this passion in your heart again that makes you feel alive again—

Name: Yeri

Age: 23 years

Description: AM I NOT INTERESTING? 

There it is. You can’t remember how long you have waited for this moment. Your pupils widen to take in more of the photos before you. She looks bored, annoyed, dismissive, while her body is barely covered at all. A white wool top, short and thin, leaves almost nothing to the imagination when it comes to size and shape of her breasts. Black shorts further below fail to cover anything of her smooth looking legs, and the midriff in between is deadly. Toned and spotless, like the rest of her skin. 

Before you read the rest of her description, your eyes scan her features again, thoroughly this time. Especially her full, light pink lips strengthen your arousal, as you imagine how she can use them. The shape of her jaw is another perfectly fitting piece to her visual and those damned orbs bring you down to the text she wrote. 

I swear, if you treat me or my nipples nicely, I’m gonna leave you blue-balled and reveal your sorry ass messages to everyone you know. I can’t fucking stand slow and calm, hell, if you like doing that, don’t penetrate me. It’s totally overrated anyways, just take my nipples and twist them until I collapse, fuck.

I’m allergic to losers, so don’t be boring in your first message.

You want to take this advice to heart, you really do. However, it is too late. Nothing will stop you from getting this woman to your house. Even if she doesn’t exist, goddammit, you will create her out of thin air. Before you lose your mind, you slide into her DMs with something that should surely show, if this Yeri is the real deal.

I swear, if you don’t wear fucking nipple clamps when you walk into my apartment, I’m gonna leave you unruined and reveal your sorry ass profile to your parents, fuck.

Ten seconds pass. It might as well be ten minutes. One minute passes. It might as well been one hour. Eighty-nine seconds pass. It might as well be an entire lifetime. Then, finally, Yeri responds, quick and bluntly.

Send your address. Now.

#

You stand in the frame of your open door. The long hallway towards the elevators is void of life, but that does not mean that it will stay this way. Soon, Yeri will walk down to your apartment, and if she is bold enough to wear her exposed clamps, surely someone will spot her. There are just too many neighbors traversing these corridors.

The metal doors open for the twenty-second time since you started your surveillance. Once again, it’s one of your many, many neighbors you have no clue about. Is he the one with the loud dog? The F1 fan? Maybe the one that fights with his wife from Tuesday to Friday, but you don’t know.

Before the old guy disappears in his entry, the second elevator arrives. Number twenty-three, highly likely to be another disappointment, yet your heart rate jolts upwards—

—rightfully so. Sliding doors reveal Yeri, same black hair and make-up as in the photos, just that her shorts are blue this time and similarly bad at hiding her physically fit body. Her posture is stiffer, shoulders seem half an inch broader, but that could be the distance; but all of these new realizations come second to the most important one:

Yeri’s chest is bare, her stiff nipples are clamped up and connected by a metal chain. Her sizable breasts bounce up and down, making the chain jiggle with each step she takes through the wooden hallway. Astonishingly, she seems completely unfazed, as there is no flush on her pale features. Each of her confident steps make her hips sway mesmerizingly. 

Leave the door ajar and sneak behind it. Blood reaches in every corner of your body, heating it up like an old engine finally able to run again. Your mind goes haywire in this process, at one second filled to the brim with fantasies and how to act them out, in the next it’s completely empty. You expected time to pass slower, but Yeri is already at the door, her calm breath only a foot away.

“I know you’re there,” she says, slyly, sultrily, “Just come and take me.”

In a carnal instinct, your senses reach their highest high imaginable, and as your rationale and thoughts fade away, you burst through the door. You greet Yeri in an absolutely inexcusable, rude manner that will remove any of her possible doubts about coming here in a single motion:

Hand wrapped around her chain, you yank her inside and onto a nearby wall. The impact of her bare back does not leave the beige wallpaper undamaged. Good. If this gives you new motivation in life, you might just renovate the entire room, but first, you need to tear down something else: Yeri’s shorts.

“Nothing underneath?”

A rhetorical question, of course. No panties pool on the floor, so she definitely expects some action between her legs as well. Your entire focus however is on her tits, with swollen nipples in between tightly pressing pieces of metal. As you missed her first reaction to a pull, you tug again, this time upwards. 

Yeri shrieks and cries out, her eyes wide and teary. The middle links of the chain rest against her chin. If she lets her lower jaw sink down any further, she can actually take the chain into her mouth. To evoke this fabulous visual, you give the exposed underboob a harsh, first slap. 

“Ouh, fuck. Hng!”

“Shit, this looks good on you,” you hiss, high on seeing Yeri pull her own nipples up with her mouth, “Be careful, don’t drop it.”

Through her nose, Yeri breathes heavily. Her eyes are now almost fully closed, through the tears she probably can’t see you properly. A new level of roughness, however, forces the lids open again. 

With both of your hands free now, you pull the small woman away from the wall to have her stand in the middle of the room, easily accessible from all sides. And from all sides, you start to cover her pale body in red with sets of slaps. Yeri is covered in red handprints from neck to thighs.

She winces and her legs begin to flutter, then stagger, but she stands through the mixture of pain and pleasure. Of course, her nipples are still clamped, but you can clearly see her begging eyes. It is evident that she wants those hands mauling her ass cheeks to go berserk on her tits. 

Out of nowhere, one hand distractingly on her hip, a slap lands on and ripples through Yeri’s right tit. Instantaneously, she screams. Her legs start to give out and she drops the chain from her gaping, still-shrieking mouth. Unable to catch both her frame and the chain, you settle on her body and harshly pin it back to the wall. 

Yeri’s knees have become mushy, so you place your knees beneath her soaked, uncovered pussy and have her sit on your thigh. Your jeans hit her clit and she immediately tenses up. Trying to stand on her own, she grasps for the wall. The tearing of your wallpaper continues. It gets worse when you pull on the chain again.

“Did you ever cum while riding someone's knee?”

“N-no.”

“Good. Time to change this.”

“Wha—ah, fucking shit!”

You grope Yeri’s breast, then pull at both of her nipples. She screams once more and you push your legs just a little further, so she has to tiptoe away from the stimulation of your thigh. It is in vain, as one slap is enough: Yeri shrieks, her legs give out and she grinds on the denim. An added rub on her swollen clit, and the girl throws her head back. Warm juices start to soak your pants. You grin in victory, and repeat your plan without giving the mindlessly shivering woman a minute to recover.

Yeri is intoxicating: her features every time you do something new to her breasts, her body whenever you make it melt or turn its remarkable form red, her cunt as it unloads again and again without failing. You could do this forever, grope every inch of her skin, keep her three nubs hard and aroused, watch her gorgeous face be that of a silly painslut. 

Yet this primal instinct urges you to finally release yourself. The greed for your own orgasm takes over and so you rid yourself of jeans that are thoroughly covered in girl cum. You glance at Yeri to see if she realizes what is about to happen to her, but the way her tongue sticks out she is still in orgasmic delirium. Remove her clamps and she jumps back quickly.

“F-fuck, that was good,” she says in her haze, arms hanging lazily to her sides.

“It’s not over yet. I haven’t finished.”

You lift one of her legs over your shoulder and bury your cock into her pussy. New sounds leave both of your lips, a surprised grunt from Yeri and a desperate groan from you. The two of you know that this will not last long, so it becomes a formality. A very pleasurable formality, where you savor how silky smooth the red velvety walls of Yeri’s fuckhole are. It has amazing heat and when you suck and twist her nipples, she tightens tremendously. 

Soon, you feel like exploding. Yeri feels it too and gets off of your cock. It feels almost natural how she falls to her knees and immediately warms your length again with her mouth. A couple of bops of her small head and you announce the finale of this meetup.

“On… on your tits, Yeri, fuck, please.”

With a pop you are free from her tongue—

“Of course. You made them yours today.”

—and burst a lifetime of semen over her glorious, big chest. Globs of cum run over the red skin, surely sensitive, and you sink to the ground before her. In a last shot, you take into view what has finally made your life fun again.

#

“Damn, I have to say, you are amazing at this. Better than I imagined from your videos.”

“Thank you, I guess.”

This is getting awkward for you. Usually, less than a minute after the official scene is finished, Worker would show up, blindfold you and take you away. Exactly like earlier, Worker is nowhere to be seen and so you quietly sit next to a bare chested Yeri, who hasn’t bothered walking away or at least cleaning up her cum-glazed breasts. She is definitely not feeling the same awkwardness as you, maybe none at all. 

“I kinda knew after watching the Mina video that you were good. I waited some time and after the Sakura video, I applied. It didn’t disappoint.”

“Ah, uhm, thanks again. Fuck, so everyone saw like… every single one of them or what?” You laugh, trying to hide the embarrassment that still persists. No matter how many pornos you will have to record for them, this embarrassment might never go away. A loud, confused looking Yeri interrupts your train of thought.

“Uhm, I think you kinda underestimate how popular and important you are. Like, literally everyone and everything on this ship knows you and has seen your cock.”

“What? What the fuck are you talking about?”

It feels stupid to ask a serious question with a big flush on your face, while Yeri’s boobs jiggle as she stands up and walks over to the unused bed. 

“Haven’t you noticed? None of our supervisors, no Worker, not even a Helper, have come to take us back to our quarters. Isn’t that strange? At first they always monitor us, guide and control everything, but now they are late and we are free to do whatever we want.”

Yeri smirks and leans back. It’s now impossible for you to look into her eyes without seeing her erect nipples. 

“I noticed, of course. I was working in other departments. A lot of people said that the Workers were behaving differently, more lenient, and very distracted. Maybe it’s a new policy or experiment—”

“And what if I told you,” Yeri interrupts you with a mysterious echo in her voice, “that it is something entirely different, something you have brought upon them?”

“Huh? What is it? Tell me, please!”

Yeri shakes her head and smiles cunningly.

“Ask Yena or… someone else. I want a second round. Now.”

#kpop smut #girl group smut #red velvet smut #yeri smut #male reader insert #male reader #male reader smut #female #female idol smut #kim yerim smut

[neonscandal]

If you don't mind me asking, can I ask your top 5 (or top 3) favorite characters from BNHA? And why you loved them? And your top 5 favorite moments from the series? Sorry if you've answered this question before....Thanks....

My faves, I've been asked a few times so I'll be light on explanation, but, honestly, I'm liable to switch up depending on whatever I just read or watched.

Katsuki Bakugo - I just expanded on this but I just generally think more people could give more grace to the traumatized little demon child who has, for reasons against his will, largely been put through trials not only as Midoriya's rival but also as a potential love interest (re: damsel in distress trope)

Izuku Midoriya - I kinda touched on what makes Midoriya interesting but realize it's kinda in the context of the chemical reaction between he and Bakugo. Simply, I like Midoriya for a few reasons that I may not have previously intimated. Those being he is a certified chaos gremlin which is sometimes lost on us as the reader/viewer because he's our narrator (Bakugo only seems insolent. He'll say "don't tell me what to do", but do exactly as you've asked. Midoriya will smile in your face after being told what not to do and adapt the most pants shitting plan to break his bones and risk fatal injury known to man right after.), he's such a fucking nerd, also, kin.

Shouta Aizawa - I love a good traumatized character. But his characterization is so stern, rough around the edges and nonchalant (I usually like trauma with a side of silly goofy✨). It truly belies the fact that he's just a big ole softie who understands the nuance of his students in such an endearing way. Like, I just love him.

Shoto Todoroki - Character wise, Shoto is really entertaining because, while he is a nepo baby, he is skilled to back up why he should be in class 1A. He is not dumb but he is simple. I appreciate that he is regularly unexpected comedic relief and it definitely comes at the price of something neurospicy. Additionally, he and his family situation are just as integral to the story as Midoriya and Bakugo's evolving relationship and power dynamic and it adds texture to him as a tritagonist.

Eijirou Kirishima - My fifth is an oscillating fan available for whoever last occupied my mind but this comes from a recent ask where someone mentioned being a kiribaku because same. Kirishima is the first to earn Bakugo's respect because of his earnest and unrelenting attempts to befriend him. He and Denki are good indicators that Bakugo is, perhaps, not as enigmatic as the narration leads us to believe. His veneer of manly bravado barely covering his insecurities and lack of confidence? The fact that he thought the best way to be a new person was to dye his hair?? KIN. He is precious to me.

⚠️ Spoiler Warning through chapter 411.

These moments are not in any particular (in terms of favorite or chronological) order.

Feral Deku Being Found By Kacchan - Just, the whole arc of being found by Class 1A, beaten down by them, apology in the rain, and being advocated for by Class 1A against an angry mob? The whole thing was goosebumps inducing, just the way they've all grown.

Discovering the Sir Nighteye's Prediction Saw Deku Dying in Action - Toga is a disruptor but also, perhaps, so are all those OFA quirks. Even so, Sir Nighteye not only resigned to his own death but also Deku's which is so wild of him when he so earnestly wanted to discourage All Might from the path to destruction he saw ahead of him. He really had beef with a kid. BUT ALSO Sir Nighteye coming back to be like "All Might... this isn't a comic book, you don't have to die here,". OMG the boomerang arcs all of these characters get is just so heartwarming/wrenching depending on who it is.

Bakugo, With No Other Choice, Facing Off Against Shigaraki - We got so much from that, including, confirming that he cared about that whole host of extras so much that he would think to pass along their care to someone else. That was just so beautiful for his development but also real tears. I remember I was in the midst of reading the manga for the first time and saw a hint of a leak and I read like 150 chapters in a matter of days to get caught up.

Heroes Rising - Literally, that whole movie. GOOSEBUMPS.

Bakugo vs Uraraka at the Sports Festival - This fight was so brilliant for so many reasons.

1. Uraraka gave Bakugo a legitimate run for his money all on her own 2. It demonstrates sexism in universe based on audience perception of the fight as well as how much public opinion bears on the split between a hero and a villain 3. Aizawa gave an unbiased interpretation of the fight and continues to defend Bakugo's character later in the story when people bring up his "villainous" behavior at the Sport's Festival 4. Bakugo is shown to be really noble where other boys from Class 1A seem to think they need to go easy on girls (who end up handing them their ass later) during the Sports Festival but also during the Class 1A vs Class 1B joint exercise 5. It spurred Uraraka to push beyond the confines of her quirk and seek tutelage under Gunhead which is like.. so huge in terms of her development but also pushes her outside of a perception of helplessness that would typically befall a main female lead in a shonen series.

Thanks for asking!

#neon asks #anon asks #manga with me #manga with me mha #anime #manga #mha #bnha #character analysis #meta #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #class 1a #katsuki bakugo #izuku midoriya #shoto todoroki #shouta aizawa #eijirou kirishima #kacchan #deku #deku and kacchan #ochako uraraka

[dross-the-fish]

Thoughts on AI I was talking to some people about AI and generally I've been pretty neutral on AI as a tool. I've seen people bring up that it could be used as a good way for disabled people or people who generally aren't good at art to bring their ideas to life and honestly I'm pretty ok with that on principle. I am pretty firmly against AI being allowed to indiscriminately scrape the work of artists without their input or say so and I'm against Ai being used by the entertainment industry as a replacement for actual artists and writers. However what I really want to talk about is the use of AI as a tool, assuming it can be used ethically. I really hate the argument of "It's soulless," or "It's cheating" (used ethically it's just anther medium like photography or collages. Art is not measured by the amount of effort or the tools used. I am really tired of that take) and a particular scaremongering argument I've had directed at myself "It will replace you."

Because I do draw that's the one I get leveled at me the most. That AI will do what I do and do it better so there will be no point to me or what I make. They like to paint artists vs AI as John Henry vs The Machine and I just do not care for it. I think it's reductive to art and to artists to frame the value of art as a matter of effort vs quality of product. AI cannot make what I make because it's not me. It won't create my characters, it can only output what it's fed. The work it creates may be of better quality, more complex in texture and composition, more precise or more detailed but it can never build my characters because it doesn't know my characters like I do. I got curious and tried to use an AI image generator to see if I could make art with it and I could not. I have no idea how to input the fucking prompts in a way that makes something worth looking at and I lost the motivation to learn how to do so very quickly. As a creative outlet there was something so joyless about it. I felt like I was doing paperwork or coding and that's the shit I regularly get paid to do at my soul killing day job. I don't want to do it for fun. Also the intimacy was gone? I didn't feel like I was spending time with my creation and there was no sense of bringing something to life. None of the pleasure of watching a face take shape line by line and filling in the details until my character was looking back at me, imperfect due to the limitations of my skills but still fully realized and in some strange way "alive". Working with an AI generator felt so tedious. Even if I could learn how to use this tool and do it properly so that I get "better" looking results I don't want to. I feel so disconnected from the end product that I can't envision it ever bringing me any kind of fulfillment to make use of this tool. But I think, again, assuming it can be used ethically, as just another tool for making art it deserves to exist and be accessible to people who might enjoy using it to be creative. It's not the process or the software that's the issue, it's the way it's being abused and no amount of people trying to scare me with "AI could do it better than you" is going to frighten me away from preferring to draw by hand.

The point of art is not to be good, it's to create, it's to make something and to bring ideas to life. As much as I have my criticisms about AI I feel like a lot of the language used to condemn it presents a narrow view of what makes art "worthy" and it sets a goal post where none should exist.

Everyone should be allowed to create, and they should have access to whatever tools they are comfortable using and when we talk about AI vs Artists we should focus less on the quality and ease of use and more on the dilemma of using other people's work without consent and the potential for mass production of cheap and lazy products for profit from the entertainment industry at the expense of employing writers and artists.

#Ai discourse

[gab-has-adhd]

📍🃏Illumi and Hisoka headcanons I have

Warning for potential NSFW or gore-related stuff as well as general angst, traumas, s*icid*l thoughts and drug use ⚠️ Please do not read if you are not in the best mental health state and believe this could harm you. Stay safe 💕

Warning for some SPOILERS if you only watched the anime and/or didn't read pas the end of the election arc 🌸

Do not engage a discussion with me if you are disagreeing please, I just feel like sharing, I am not looking for discussion or arguments 🌸 Keep in mind that these are just my headcanons in the end, and headcanons, by definition, aren't canon.

📍Illumi📍

A traumatized man who always acts as if nothing is wrong, ignoring his trauma on purpose, not seeking help nor wanting to heal

He has been brainwashed by his parents. By his family in general. This guy believes he exists only to be useful to the Family (tm)

Meeting Hisoka is specifically what made him start to stray from "the path of the assassin"

Baby realized he had the right to desire things for himself like any human being

And boy he wants power and control

Absolutely yassified himself to match Hisoka

Neurodivergent (AuDHD, I want to believe)

Queer and homosexual

I want to believe he has BPD solely because I want him to be like me

He does feel pain. He just doesn't react to it. His pain receptors might have been altered, but I like to think it's more of an emotionally / sensitively stunted kinda thing

I really just think he got tortured until he just completely stopped reacting.

God thas man is broken

He does dissociate and have traumatic flashbacks on occasions. And ignores them. And lets his mental health get worse.

Used to have trypanophobia

Sensations are complicated for him. They tend to mix up. He often confuses pain for pleasure (the opposite as well)

Boy is extreme. He likes everything extreme. He wants to feel things, and to feel things, they have to be extreme.

Weird fascination for blood

I swear to fuck this man holds himself back so hard from provoking bloodshed because he is an ✨️assassin✨️ and has to be discreet and professional, but. Dang. Blood.

He's AFAB just because I am AFAB úwù

Probably greyromantic or demiromantic.

Also probably greysexual or demisexual.

He does care for Hisoka, deep down. But he 100% denies that fact. Denies so hard he thinks Hisoka being dead won't bother him at all. It will. God it will.

He's so silly.

Everyone thinks he has no emotions but he does have emotions! He has a heck lot of emotions. It's the ability to emote he somewhat lacks. Ya know, like a lot of neurodivergent people.

He's a dom but he will be a bottom for the right person (aka someone able to override his numbness and make him scream)

More of a masochist than a sadist

Lanky boy who does hard drugs because he wants to feel ✨️

Secret death wish

Takes everything he hears literally

Toned but underweight

Knows how to make piercings

When he was little, Kikyo used to dress him up in kimonos like a doll just like with Kalluto.

Look I love both of his seiyuus honestly but Urara Takano wins my heart

Depending on the person and despite how detached he acts, he can actually behave in a jealous or possessive way.

⭐️Hisoka💧

Such a mystery man right here

Genderfluid pansexual

Oh boy he do be hypersexual

His natural hair color is red. This guy is a ginger.

He dyes them magenta or blue all the time.

He actually is covered with freckles.

Uses makeup + Bungee Gun + Texture Surprise to hide them though

He is very self-conscious about his face and overall appearance. Baby hates his freckles.

I don't teally wanna imagine a backstory for this guy. This guy doesn't need one. I honestly don't care about why he is Like That, he just is. Let him remain the Mystery Man!

Sociopath

Does he actually care for Illumi? Honestly? Maybe he does. Maybe he doesn't.

But at the end of the day I do think Illumi is really just another of his toys. An exceptional toy, a toy nonetheless.

Obsessed with violence

A very lonely man

Kind of a loser honestly

Actually an introvert

Possibly has ADHD. As an ADHD person I am not sure to see traits in him but hey. Why not

Doesn't have a death with but he isn't scared of death either

Is he only capable of feeling genuine, 100% not-twisted romantic feelings? I doubt it

There is something deeply wrong with this man but we will never know why

Life is just a game for him and he intends to have as much fun as possible

Autoassassinophilic mf

Just as more of a sadist than he is a masochist

Both Illumi and Chrollo make his kokoro go dokidoki, but at least with Illumi it's mutual (?)

Body covered with scars he hides with his nen

He is still disfigured from the Chrollo fight under that Bungee Gum

He is kept alive by post-mortem nen. When / if he succeeds to kill all of the Spiders, he will die for good.

Might have actually met Illumi once when they were kids. They both forgot.

I prefer his 1999 seiyuu. Hiroki Takahashi in my heart forever 🌸

This man has the worst possible vibe but gets what he wants thanks to his big dumptruck ass and his charisma

Pathologically big cock

He thinks too often with said cock instead of using his brain

#gab talks #gabs stuff #headcanons #rambles #hxh #hunter x hunter #hunterxhunter #illumi zoldyck #hisoka morow #illumi #hisoka #hisoillu #hisoka x illumi #//suggestive #//nsfw text #//drugs mention #// sh #//trauma #// violence #//blood #angst #lgbt #lgbt headcanons

[antisociallilbrat]

Wisdom Teeth Poly Losers HCs

I got my wisdom teeth out recently and :)) I am in so much pain bc what was suppose to be a simple surgery turned into fuck shit bc ofc I had to have complicated teeth :))) my bottom teeth were on my nerve line and the dentist didn't realize this until they were pulling my bottom teeth out- I was awake too, just numb :) anyways enjoy some headcannons for what I think would happen with the Losers getting their wisdom teeth out

So this is set in my Poly losers universe and when they're young adults most of the losers have to get their wisdom teeth removed

The exceptions are Richie because his dad was a dentist so he had them removed in high school and also Eddie because of his mom

Eddie didn't even need his removed but of course his mom had them done anyways :/ I think also because of her he had them removed first, a year or so before Richie

This leaves Mike, Stan, Bev, Ben, and Bill who needs to get their removed

What prompts this is Bill, who a tooth ache and refused to go the dentist. Due to his parent's neglect he never really went to the dentist so he doesn't see why he has to go now

It takes Eddie threatening to forcefully drag Bill there himself for him to finally go

And yes Eddie goes with Bill and yes Eddie holds his hand during the appointment because Bill won't admit it but he's a little scared of those tools

Turns out one of Bill's wisdom teeth are infected and need to removed asap

So when they get home to discuss scheduling Bill's surgery with the others, Bill's worried and Mike being Mike graciously mentions how he still needs to get his removed to agrees to do it with Bill

This gives Stan the idea that- Hey they're starting to have a bit of extra income, might as well go get everyone else's done too

They're going to have Mike and Bill go first and then the next weekend Bev and Ben and THEN Stan will go

There's no reason he decided he would go last

Any who Bill and Mike's surgery happens and Bill is the BIGGEST BABY who clings to Mike the moment they get in the car

They're both drugged up and Mike goes to kiss Bill bc 'oh no his baby' and poor Ben has to get into the back between Mike and Bill to keep them from accidently hurting themselves

Bill and Mike just both end up clinging to Ben and the moment they get home won't let Ben leave them

They both proceed to pass out on Ben on the couch

Ben doesn't mind

Also I love the idea of Richie spoon feeding Mike and Bill with mocking pouty faces and going like 'Oooo does Billy Willy and Mikey Wikey hurt?'

Mike laughs (the best that he can) at Richie and Bill throws a pillow at him

He misses

Otherwise Mike and Bill heal up with little complications- Thanks to Stan and Eddie, and neither of them mind eating junk food like smoothing and apple sauce for a couple days

Oh also Bill ended having to braces a couple weeks after his surgery because he never got them in his teens and turns out he needed them- he's very upset about it

You can take the headcannon of young adult Bill with braces from my cold dead fists

The next weekend it's Ben and Bev's turn

Knowing what happened with Bill and Mike, after the surgery Bev and Ben ride home in separate cars

Richie rides in the back with Bev in the car she's in and drugged up Bev is OBSESSED with Richie's hair

Like she can't stop herself from running her hand through it and tugging on the curls

Richie finds this hilarious

Meanwhile Ben gets nauseous from the pain medicine :( bb is not having a good time and rides with his head in Bill's lap

But it turns out Ben probably has the easiest recovery of them all bc the next day he feels completely fine and can act like normal- aside from his mushy diet but he was already a big smoothie guy anyways

Poor Bev suffers

She's a texture person when it comes to food and Stan and Eddie has to fight to keep her from eating the wrong things bc she keeps trying to rush the healing process

The next week is worst than the actual surgery for her

The moment she gets the okay she can eat like normal though, all the Losers work together to cook her her favorite meal

And by all the Losers I mean Ben and Mike while the others help

Also she had to quit smoking during her heal week and that was absolute hell so she was very grouchy

Everyone- even Eddie- was happy when she got to light up again

Then it's Stan's turn for him to get his teeth out

He's very calm and composed and he trusts Eddie to take care of him since its Eddie and he's been helping Stan take care of the others

Turns out Stan's teeth are impacted which means a big ouch

But he's Stan and he'll be damned with unnecessary teeth are going to break him

He actually manages to sleep the whole way back and barely wakes up when Eddie changes his gauze- he goes back to sleep and sleeps till the next day

And then the next day he is in absolute pain and its like the pain meds aren't even working

He won't tell the Losers but they know. They all stick close by, particularly Richie and Bill since they both don't have day jobs

They know Stan is in pain because he actually allows the two dufoses to cuddle him in his bed- and he's usually not a cuddly guy

If one of them have to get up there's a Loser ready to replace them

Mike makes sure the mushy food Stan eats is till kosher <3

Stan very much loves his Losers bc he didn't have to say how much pain he was in, they just knew

Okay that's all, yes I know there's spelling/grammar errors. I'm in pain and on pain pills, whadda want from me?

#bill denbrough #eddie kaspbrack #richie tozier #stan uris #stanley uris #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #mike hanlon #reddie #stenbrough #stozier #stanlon #denscom #bichie #kaspbrough #poly losers club #poly losers #poly losers headcanons