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poker night — fushiguro toji x reader
warnings: unprotected sex. implied age gap. pet names (pretty girl/baby/sweet heart). "daddy". creampie. sub par writing.
mdni.
toji shows up early to poker night, an event your father hosts once every week, when he hears you're home after graduating from university.
he's exceptionally pleased when you answer the door in nothing more than a thin tank top and tiny pajama shorts, inviting him inside even though your father isn't home yet.
he makes himself comfortable on your living room couch, his broad frame and long legs taking up an impressive amount of space.
"so, you find yourself a boyfriend yet, pretty girl?"
your cheeks grow warm and you struggle to meet his eye. you've had a crush on toji for as long as you can remember, but he would never actually be interested in you... right?
"not yet," you answer, biting your bottom lip nervously. "most of the boys at school seem a little clueless when it comes to girls."
"that so?" he questions, eyes unabashedly trailing over your body. "maybe you should find yourself a man instead."
you're ashamed how quickly you wind up on your back, toji's cock greedily stretching out your pussy. really, it's almost pathetic— he didn't even have to work for it.
"f-feels s'good, daddy," you whimper, your hand clutching his bicep.
"oh, that's just wrong sweetheart," he chuckles, gripping your hips so harshly you're positive he'll leave marks. "you wan' me to be your daddy? hm?"
it is wrong. it's wrong and it's unforgivable and he loves it. why else would he be fucking you on the very same table he'll be sitting at tonight, playing poker with your father and their friends?
you nod weakly and his lips twist into a sly smirk.
lifting one of your legs over his shoulder, he uses the opportunity to land a smack to your ass. "words, baby."
"yes, ple—" you gasp sharply when he readjusts his angle, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing steady circles there.
"what was that? couldn't hear you."
"yes, toji! wanna be yours. please."
you don't have to ask him twice, not when your pretty little pussy is the best he's ever had. no one else even comes close.
his fingers thread through yours, an uncharacteristically soft gesture. "you are, sweetheart. all mine."
he feels you clench around him in response, and the sensation pulls an absolutely sinful noise from his throat.
you're so painfully close to your release that your eyes grow teary and your head lolls to the side.
"tch, i don't think so sweet girl," he chides, grabbing your chin roughly and turning your gaze back to him. "wanna see that pretty face while i fuck you."
you cum on his cock four times before he's decided you've had enough. he makes you beg him to fill you up, even though there's nothing he wants more than to see his cum spill from your cute little hole.
the two of you fall into a simple routine after that afternoon and for three whole months, no one has any idea that you spend most of your nights wrapped around toji's cock.
that is, until you interrupt poker night when the men sitting around the table have all had one too many drinks.
"hey, daddy?" you question, planning to ask your father if he knows where your mother is.
but before he has a chance to reply, toji speaks up. "yes, baby?"
#brrrrrrrrrr#been thinking about this for a while#m!writes!smut#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk#jjk x reader#jjk smut#toji#toji x reader#toji smut#toji fushiguro#toji fushiguro x reader#toji fushiguro smut#jujutsu kaisen imagines#jjk imagines#toji imagines#toji fushiguro imagines
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fem!reader threesome with kainess brainrot
teehee
thinking about ALEXIS NESS being sandwiched between MICHAEL KAISER and his pretty girl. You’re laying on the bed, legs spread as Ness thrusts in and out of you, all while Kaiser, keeping a firm grip on his teammate’s waist, fucks him dumb.
and let’s not forget you!! You and your pretty tits! Michael can’t help fondle them—caressing your adorable strech marks and squeezing the fat tits!
Poor Ness, though! Getting absolutely destroyed by his emperor all while your pretty little cunt is a holding tightly on his poor dick!
in the end, you and Kaiser are practically glowing after a good couple rounds but little Ness is laying on the bed—all fucked out and simply exhausted.
but god, he’ll do it all over again just for his emperor and empress.
#blue lock x reader#michael kaiser x reader#alexis ness x reader#blue lock smut#michael kaiser smut#alexis ness smut#Been thinking about this for a while#Also i SWEAR I’m not dead#But my university just sucked my dick so hard#That I died#😔😔😔
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very normal about how, if you look closely, you can tell astarion's shirt is dirty and aged and rumpled. it's slightly shiny in a way only threadbare fabric gets. it's a white shirt but the colour is mottled, in some places closer to grey. and while he takes great pains to repair it and keep it looking as good as he can manage, the signs of damage are on display for anyone who cares to look close enough.
a lot like astarion himself.
#been thinking about this for a while#whoever textured this went OFF#astarion#bg3#bg3 spoilers#nia speaks
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on perfectionism
There's a difference between striving for self-improvement and being a perfectionist. Working hard to do a good job or to be a better person is laudable. Being a perfectionist makes those things harder to accomplish.
The goal of being "perfect" isn't to improve, it's to avoid shame. If you're aiming for "perfect" instead of "better" then you're probably full of self-doubt and constantly worried about disappointing yourself and/or others. These negative emotions make it harder to take risks and try new things. They make it harder to experiment or to reach beyond your current skill level.
Perfectionists also spend their time focused on the end result. This means that they lose a lot of learning during the process or journey they took on their way to finishing. It also means they can fall into a trap of procrastination. If it's never finished then they'll never be judged for doing a bad job.
If you have perfectionist tendencies, you probably learned them from those around you. Either they are perfectionists and expect you to be one too or their actions pressured you into trying to be perfect in order to escape some form of pain.
Are you constantly being told that you're not good enough? That the things you do aren't done well enough? Are you punished severely for every mistake that you make? Are people always comparing you to someone else who's "better" than you are and asking why you aren't like them?
Perfectionism is a way of protecting yourself from those kinds of attacks and the way they make you feel.
Getting out of the loop of perfectionism takes a lot of time and practice and might also require the help of a therapist. But there are some things you can try to help you ease out of it, at least a little bit.
Give yourself the positive feedback you aren't getting from others. Positive self-talk and encouragement can counter some of the negativity you're otherwise being exposed to.
Allow yourself to make mistakes in areas of your life where those negative people aren't involved. Perhaps even do it in complete privacy at first. Make a mistake and feel the shame and disappointment, but follow that up with positive self-talk. Congratulate yourself on taking a step away from perfectionism. Find something beautiful or funny in the mistake. Realize that you're still okay, even though you aren't perfect.
And above all, remind yourself that your value doesn't come from being perfect. It doesn't come from the things you produce or the actions you do to support others. Your value is inherent and immutable. You're worthy because you exist. You are here and you are wonderful and you are loved. ❤️
#long post#been thinking about this for a while#not done yet#but thought I'd type out a few thoughts nonetheless
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Tea time in Cainhurst Castle
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so a lot could be said about Lovecraft and the real motivations behind his writings. as we know he was a racist baby that was scared of pretty much everyone and used his writing as an allegory for that fear.
what i personally find compelling about his writing is the underlying horror he tries to depict. stripping back all the racist implications, the fear he was trying to convey was that of chaos. the realization that all you thought was real is just a farce. that the systems you rely on to guide your life are arbitrary and made up. that you aren't at the top of the food chain like you thought.
and i think for many of us, that can actually be a great comfort. for those whose prescribed place in society is the bottom, the thought that society could be turned on its head or that the powers that be aren't as powerful as they're made out to be can be gratifying.
this is where the concept of cosmic horror becomes something else. cosmic comfort, as some call it. my short comic worm conveys this pretty well, i hope. i think many of us desperately want whatever higher power may exist to be kind and helpful. i think we want to be saved, and in the life we've been given the only way we can concieve of that happening is if something beyond our understanding, something more powerful than the overwhelming force of our current lives, decides to help.
and maybe we desperately want that power too, just to prove how much good one can do with it, to prove that all the evil isn't nessecary.
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Is your face ok? Flying cats and phones hurt
yeah I'm fine, the noise was mostly because she managed to get me in the mouth and also I was wearing a tank top, so lots of claw-to-skin contact.
No bloodshed. This time.
Also, you know how when you meet a person who has the same name as you and you immediately have to mentally determine which of you would win in a fight to the death, either physically or psychologically? For the first time in my life I met a potentially Superior Hell. This was a couple weeks ago now, and Potentially Superior Hell has sent tribute in the form of several entire cowhides, which I assume is so that we can be friends forever instead of eternal nemeses. Either would be lovely, honestly.
I think I'm gonna need to take some of that leather and work on making some kind of shoulder armor so Malice doesn't maul my left arm entirely off. Her balance is not always to be trusted.
#potentially superior hell honestly rocks and i think shes awesome#step one. learn to make armor#or at least specifically leather armor#i would just get something from an armorer but the way mal tends to sit means it would need to extend further down the back and chest#than is typically done for just a single shoulder piece#and it doesn't really neeeeeed to cover the bicep at all#but obviously there needs to be a sense of balance to it#it needs to be pretty snug because she's heavy and she needs to feel secure#not sure what that might look like but it would be handy#been thinking about this for a while#nim never needed it because she had dignity and poise#which malice categorically does not
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Get his ass
#been thinking about this for a while#i finally got it out#mp100#mob psycho 100#dimple#ekubo#mp100 dimple#yoshioka#yoshioka mamoru#my art
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I've been wanting to get into more details about Woe's relationships with the cast of Obscura so I've made a little chart showing a basic run down. More details under the cut.
Cirrus:
There is danger, but there is also desire. Cirrus has the ever glowing presence of a wanting river, constantly pulling people in one direction. Swimming against the tide is useless against his presence. He can help her, but only if she obeys. Also haha priest hot.
Keir:
Does not trust him. I mean, who would after forcing you to be an accomplice and hiding out in a hole on the first day under the mountain? Even though she may talk back and poke all his buttons (Right and wrong) she see's something good in him. And I like to think he see's something good in Woe too, underneath the jokes and wit.
Oleander:
There is something playful about their relation. It feels like they're both playing a constant game of chess, both waiting for the other to make their move before calculating the next. She probes him for more information than he is willing to give. He has a lot of secrets, and Woe loves secrets.
Francessco:
He doesn't belong here, yet he insists his presence is necessary. Oh well, best not get between anyone and their last wishes. If Floppy wants to have a good time, he shall have a good time. Woe keeps a watchful on him, letting him be free, but never letting him stray too far from her sight. Trying her best not to let the bunny step into a hunters trap.
#obscura#obscura oc#woe#obscura vn#kier#oleander#francesco#cirrus#Been thinking about this for a while#feels good to have it written down#me leaving my oc at the developers doorstep and seeing what they think of her /jk
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Hollow — Tech x GN!Reader Batcher
Description: Tech x GN!Reader Batcher, established relationship;
POV is 1st person so there's no use of gendered pronouns (:
Warnings: Angst, major character death, grief, very vague allusion to suicidal thoughts and self-destructive tendencies
Word Count: 916
A/N: This is the first time I've really written any fandom content since high school. Or at least, with the intention of letting others read it. Tried to balance the mix of recounting the past while also shifting to how reader/oc is in the present which can be tricky so I hope it reads well.
Image Credit: @ilcuoreardendo-fic
Everything happened so fast.
It was like any other mission gone bad — shots from grounded enemies, shots from the sky, and having to problem-solve on the fly amidst the chaos. Then… it was very different.
There was a violent shake as the rail cars were hit and then I was looking down at my husband hanging far below the car. Momentarily, all sound became an indistinguishable noise, garbled voices of distress mixed with ringing and roaring in my ears, as you struggled to climb up to the car.
As I moved to help you, the car creaked and, snapping back to reality, I heard you shout up, “Whoa! Don't! Any shift in weight could send both of these cars over. You must sever the connection hinge. Now!” Wrecker and I immediately exclaimed our rejection of that idea.
I could feel my panic rising, my desperation increasing. There must be something. There HAS to be something. Anything to fix this mess and save you.
Your next words, spoken so calmly and matter-of-fact, slammed into me. “There is no time, cyare. Plan 99.”
“Don’t. You. Dare, Tech.” My voice cracked on your name. Gently, desperately, I repeated my words, punctuating them with “please”. Your eyes locked with mine — soft, sad, and full of love. “I love you, cyar’ika, but when have we ever followed orders?”
When you shot the connection and began to fall, a deafening scream ripped out of me. “NO!” My body automatically lunged for the side with my hand outstretched before Wrecker grabbed me and held me firmly. Thrashing to escape his grasp as the car began to move, I screamed, “TECH! No! No no no! Go back!”
As the car got further and further away, the shock of the situation overtook me — numb, unseeing, unmoving with that same mix of indistinguishable sounds in my ears. My body went into a survival autopilot – moving as prompted but I wasn’t there – and the team had to help drag me back to the Marauder through the attacks.
Once aboard the Marauder, standing in the middle of our quarters, my knees gave out as I crumbled. Ripping off my helmet and goggles, my agonized sobs finally broke free and echoed through the ship. So full of grief, my body shaking, I leaned forward on my hands for support, fingers digging into the metal floor. One hand reached up, taking my chained wedding ring from underneath my undershirt and I clutched it so hard a mark was left in my hand.
At some point, I had stopped crying and left my body. I didn’t even know the ship stopped. Feeling a gentle hand on my shoulder, the only acknowledgment of awareness I could give was a hoarse, emotionless mumble, “You should have let me go with him.”
From there, I don’t truly remember much of anything. There’s a blur of being dragged to my feet and out of the ship, and of having wet hair and clean clothes while AZ checked me over with no memory of cleaning up or changing. I’m ashamed to say that I don’t even truly remember Omega being taken. All I truly remember from the past month and a half is waves of soul-crushing pain surrounded by numbness as I attempted to lose myself in my work. I keep crying and feeling flashes of disbelief and anger. I’ve lost my appetite… and my desire for self-preservation. All this while moving on autopilot to complete my tasks and finish the mission. Find and save Omega. That is all that matters right now.
Hunter, Wrecker, and Echo are concerned for me, often pushing food on me and otherwise fussing. Up until now, there were eyes on me almost all the time, it felt like, and I hated it, but I understood why they hovered. Echo left a couple of weeks after the events to rejoin Rex, but I still hear him comm Hunter every so often to check in on me and find out how the search for Omega is going.
The days are often easier than the nights since I’ve taken on most of Tech’s tasks alongside my own. Hunter and Wrecker have tried to take some of them, wishing to lighten my load, but I adamantly refuse. I need them. I need the memory of helping with and hearing about them from him by doing them. They’ve let the situation be, but still intervene to make me sleep.
That’s when it gets unbearable.
The emptiness beside me screams, his scent got fainter with each passing day until it disappeared, remembering the quiet moments we shared in this space, and hearing his final words on a loop in the silence. Once the exhaustion finally takes me… I often watch Tech fall and wake with tears streaming down my face or stinging eyes and a heavy heart. Some nights, I think Hunter has been slipping me medicine in my food ‘cause those are the only nights I get any decent sleep.
Despite all this, I have, believe it or not, been getting better. Slowly, I began to reengage with the boys and be open with them. They stopped having to watch me as close or force me to take care of myself. Now, it’s reminders and intervention as necessary along with occasional check-ins when I seem particularly off one day. I’m still far from okay and I won’t ever be the same but, thanks to our brothers, I become a little less hollow each day.
#still not over it#been thinking about this for a while#guess how many times I cried writing this#tech x reader#tech x oc#the bad batch#tbb tech#bad batch x reader#tbb hunter#tbb wrecker#tbb echo#tbb omega#star wars#bad batch imagine#tw: angst#tw: major character death#tw: grief#tw: self destruction#bad batch#bad batch s2#bad batch fanfic#bad batch oneshot#bad batch fic#bad batch fics#badbatch fanfiction#bad batch imagines#bad batch oneshots#tech imagine#tech oneshot#tech oneshots
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obsessed with slightly-toxic!aldella.
them being nervous around each other the way you would be around someone you recently developed a crush on and not someone you’ve been married to for at least thirty years. them not really being attracted to each other beyond looks and surface-level kindness. them always wanting to look and act their best around each other because they aren’t confident that the other will love them no matter what.
alden calling della over-the-top romantic nicknames like “my love” and “my dear”, thinking that surely acts of love reside in obvious romantic gestures and not the trust you have in each other.
them having trust issues and putting their oaths to the council over their relationship and spying on each other. them keeping secrets from each other about their assignments.
alden continuing to pursue della even after she rejected him, thinking that it was meant to be because he could feel it, and thinking himself simply persistent for not letting it go, instead of creepy. della mistaking infatuation with adoration or admiration and finally caving.
them never talking to each other about the alvar situation, and instead individually going through procedures to try to cope. them treating each other as simply a roommate and an equal instead of a spouse and a shoulder to lean on.
alden buying della a house because he’d always been taught that large romantic gestures matter and that all women like pretty things without considering what she would like. della being ecstatic because she was taught that men doing grand gestures like that meant they cared about you without considering that she probably could’ve bought a similar house for herself.
them never really talking about the alina situation, and instead getting awkward every time it’s brought up because they aren’t sure how the other will react to the reminder. them never really learning to laugh it off and look back on it as a ridiculous thing that happened.
them never just relaxing around one another. them never talking and sharing silly stories and joking around. ever.
alden never telling della about that “perfect match” he thought he would end up with, because he’s scared that della will judge him for liking someone before her.
them dressing up all fancy to go to some party and dancing or holding hands the entire time to maintain what appears to be picture-perfect relationship. them getting so emotionally exhausted that the second they’ve attained privacy again, they separate themselves.
and despite all this, them continuing to have the flawed belief that their relationship is perfect in every way.
#kotlc#kotlc alden#kotlc della#alden vacker#della vacker#aldella#most of this is actually quite canon-compliant i think#been thinking about this for a while#remember when sophie thinks of them as the sweetest couple ever or something like that???#idk their entire relationship feels like a facade that they themselves believe
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L (legolas)
G (gimli)
B (bilbo, bard)
T (thorin, thranduil)
Q+ (frodo and sam)
#the tolkien spectrum#been thinking about this for a while#bagginshield#gigolas#barduil#smoking old toby
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i make things easier for myself by imagining you're thinking of me too. i'm always careful to remind myself it's fantasy, make-believe; but on days when the missing is extra raw, i imagine we're tugging at each other's thoughts like a string. if it's random and comes out of nowhere i imagine you've maybe just had a rough day, and you're reaching for the comforting idea that somewhere i am wishing i was holding you. and when i know where it comes from, i imagine that you're going about your afternoon, running groceries when you feel a pang and a craving for the meal i used to cook you.
i know it's a bit cooky; it only works because i'll never know if it's true. but when i fall asleep thinking of you, and especially when i dream of you, i imagine that you're on the other side of it, wishing just like me that we'd wake up by each other's side. and for some reason that makes it just a little easier, just a little sweeter, thinking that if we must miss one another then we are doing it together
#this didn't turn out quite how i wanted#been thinking about this for a while#and trying to put some good words to it but im not there yet#but i do feel like i can tug at like...... Missing You Strings.#and i know it's a feeling and idk if i /believe/ it#but i don't /not/ believe it#and that's enough to dull the blade just a little.#so i'll take that.#nblnb#genderless#yearning#queer yearning#wlw yearning#missing you
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jimmy’s “what” after saying smth crazy 🤝 tumblrinas saying “who said that” after saying smth insane
#been thinking about this for a while#jimmy solidarity#solidaritygaming#secret life smp#trafficblr#traffic life series#slsmp#mcyt
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Hey, idk if anyone's made a post about this or not, or if it's just old news, but I don't think Jessie is dead? 'Cause we see Biggs at the end of Remake, so we know he's alive, but on the table next to him is one of Jessie's gloves
So, she's still around right?
#pine.log#ffvii#jessie rasberry#jessie ff7#jessie ffvii#final fantasy vii#been thinking about this for a while
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