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honeeslust · 4 months

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Toji Fushiguro | The box

🖤 I'll be honest. I drew inspiration for this after watching Dexter. But initially, there was that comment from a reader on wattpad asking for a fic where homeless Toji fucks us in a box.

… Also, @biscuitsngravie @blkkizzat @littlemochabunni @ryomens-vixen have me stuck on Toji who calls you mama/mamas. Like are you kidding me?? I'm folding immediately!

Anyway….

Challenge accepted!

🖤I suck at TW’s but maybe this Toji is manipulative and posessive. Its not crazy but just know its implied.

🖤 WC 3K+ (it’s a bit jumpy cause i really didn’t proof read. My bad. Im tired 😩)

Wait!!

is that..?

No that can't be.

I'm trippin'.

In all of .5 seconds, that's what races through your thoughts when you caught sight of him. No way that Adonis-looking creep who just winked at you was your toxic AF ex.

The one who got your car towed last year, maxed out your discover card and put your boss in a cast for 6 weeks. All that after you had bailed him out for. Although…your boss might've had that coming to him.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He just had to be at this bar of all places?

Eyeing... NO! Eye fucking you, as you moved your body to the music. How long had he been watching you?

Toji stood back, confident that he had stolen your attention away from your date. He hated the way he was touching you, but wouldn't cause a scene. Not unless he had to.

He preferred this anyway. He knew what he was doing. Getting under your skin a little before dragging you back into the 3ring circus that was his life. How could you blame him? You'd left him so suddenly and he couldn't handle that. No! He refused to handle that.

He just wanted you to know how bad he wished he could take back all the dumb shit he put you through before. It wasn't his fault. The only reason he maxed out your card gambling was to get the cash he needed to buy back that Cadillac Deville he stole from your uncle. He didn't know it was a prize winning collectors item. too bad you never gave him a chance to say that.

Meanwhile, there you are on the dancefloor. Acting as if you didn't care.

Nope! There was no familiar pang of excitement rippling through you. There wasn't a need to feel those hands on you instead of the ones that were touching you now. You were easily ignoring that tight black tee he wore. Your eyes were not drawn to that faint line running down the center, barely concealing that line between his abs that you loved to carve out with your tongue.

Pathetic. You're fucking pathetic y/n. Thats what you thought as you ground your hips against the guy you were dancing with, wishing you had any substantial amount of will power in you to just disappear out the back door.

Shiiit! Suddenly the hands on your waist brought your attention back to them. Ugghh. you weren't in the mood to dump him. You were more inclined to hurry this along to let your ex scratch that itch that only he could.

Maybe......

After all, he didn't know where you lived now. Just one night wouldn't hurt. Yeah. Fuck it!

Uhh, my friends here, sorry I gotta go. you hollar into your dates ear.

As what would likely be the dumbest decision you could ever make had your feet moving in his direction. You could almost see the 4th wall breaking and a little blurred out blip of yourself screaming over your shoulder, look at this big bobble headed ass dummy!! Bitch! What the fuck are you doing?

You ignored the blaring red flags and ear ringing sirens going off in your head and proceeded to exit the sea of swaying bodies.

You make your way to the bar where he sits, a conceited grin on his face, that scar on his lip pulling to the side damn near making you forget just how much he was all kinds of wrong.

He stares you down, not a hint of shame in his eye as his enamoured gaze swept from your lips to your chest and down to your hips.

He pulls you into a soul pleasing hug, chrushing your body against his, nuzzling his nose into your neck and telling you how good you looked. You shuddered, feeling a tattooed hand possessively gripping your ass and squeezeing too tight.

Cmere. Missed you mamas.

He smells all cedery and sweet, probably some expensive shit he stole from someone elses gym bag. Ether way, the scent clouded your judgement with the memories of the damage he could do with just that hand alone.

He'd once clocked a guy so hard he swallowed his own teeth. You remember the way he just couldn't stand it when someone thought they could have what was his. It was brutal. But damn, that look in his eye was everything... fuck.

He apologized for that didn't he?

If memory served, and it did now that he was standing in front of you looking all kinds of tall tan and handsome.

Yeah, he did. With his tongue until you thought your heart would actually stop if he didn't.

Now you were thinking, Was what he did really that bad? It was just uncle Earl. Who didn't even come to your 3rd grade dance recital cause he had the flu.

Your morals had died about two shots ago and what ever self preservation you had left had fucked right off into oblivion.

Now, instead of that nervous ache in your gut telling you he'd hurt you all over again, there was a fire burning. The flames stoked by the thrill of not knowing how this would end up. But you simply didn’t care. As long as tonight, you ended up on underneath him.

Hmm. If that dress was any tighter I might have to actually get a fancy job to buy you more.

Maybe you should just buy a shirt that ain't so fucking tight it's screamin I don't fit you!

Ouch he mocks you, laughing at your terrible dis. You're agitated already. Just what he hoped for.

Hmm. He nods drawing his lower lip under his teeth.

That's too bad.

What's that? You asked leaning to hear him over the music.

It's a shame. He ain't fuckin' you right. I can tell.

'Fuck. Why did he have to say that? Here we fuckin go!'

Excuse me. The fuck is that supposed to mean?

Half yelling, your world tilts a little and suddenly you're aware of the light buzz that seaking up on you.

You need some dick just ask.

Your eyes rolled skyward. His smart ass mouth getting to you more than you expected it too. You were getting ready to tell him exactly how far he could fuck off. But you froze, feeling Tojis eyes still on you like all he was waiting for was even the slightest indication that you were ready.

You don't know shit Toji.

You gonna leave your boyfriend hangin like that? He teases.

You follow his gaze to the guy across the way who was likely realizing your "friend" was stealing you away. Damnit! You didn't mean for that to happen like that.

Sorry, you mouth out with a shrug before turning your attention back to the dark haired man damn near breathing down your neck.

Everything happening was so irrational. You were imagining the taste the cheap beer on his breath. Normally the prickly ale scent would turn your stomach, but now you were about 30 seconds from letting him drag you off into one of these restrooms. Just to get a taste of it off his lips.

What's the matter? Can't decide on which it's not you it's me speeches to give him?

Fuck You! you blurted out fighting the smile coming to you lips. You think you know every fucking thing, thats your fuckin problem.

His laugh rumbles in his chest. That smile too beautiful to accept coming from such an asshole.

He leans in, placing his hand under your bar stool and pulling it closer. A sly hand slips over your thigh, touching just under the hem of your dress. Please do. He teases, brushing his finger back and forth until your pulse staggered behind your ribs. Tell me how I'm wrong then, mamas.

First of all I ain't fuckin him. You breathed out when you fully intended on yelling it. You assumed wrong. That's not my man.

Yeah? He says with a darker look about his eye, causing a moment of prolonged eye contact. Ok. Guess I stand corrected then.

Guess you do! You agreed, the look you gave telling him everything your body already did.

You ready to go?

You scoff, playing off your immediate will to jump up and down screaming yes.

God you're such a fuckin creep. Does this usually work for you?

I think we're both about to find out.

I can't stand you. Is what you said but you were making your way toward the door with him.

Once you're out of the building his impatient lips descend upon you. Hungrily and breathlessly.

Why don't you get us an uber so we can go to your place. He says lining your collar bone with kisses.

You almost pulled your phone out. But for once you listened to that voice. Stick to the plan. He doesn't know where you live so keep it that way.

You push against his shoulders, you get the uber. And we're going to your place.

I'm banned from Uber he says moving his hips against yours causing you to wrap your legs around him.

God Toji you accidentally moan when he clutches your nipple between his teeth and follows the searing pain with his tongue. He carries you along, kissing and marking your neck and chest as you clung to him.

Fine. Your choice. We're not far anyway.

What does that mean?

His mouth is so good to you, and your overly sensitive body to really question anything. He kisses and nips, leaving you to barely notice the awkward empty hallway he sneaks you into.

Hold it. Let me get the key. He says setting you on your feet. Imagine your surprise when he goes for the padlock in the door.

The fuck is that. You say gasping for air as your eyes struggle to focus. The hell are we??

Toji, are we in a fucking storage unit??

You ask eyes still searching the place.

He cups your face, kissing your lips once again. Shut up. Once I'm fucking you it'll feel like the ritz baby.

He raises the sliding door and the loud ricochet makes you jump as you plucked your lips away from his.

Wait. There's no fucking way Im about to do this. Am I? That's what you said grinding against his palm the moment he shoved his hand between your legs, expertly nudging that answer towards a yes.

Every moment you stood there questioning how low you were setting your standards was a second too long for him. You got away from him and now he needed to show you exactly why you found your self ready to be slutted out in a fucking box.

As soon as your foot crossed into that tin square, he shut the gate behind you. He had a point to make. That much was evident in the way he shoved your skirt up over your ass and dragged your pussy into his face where he inhaled the scent of your arousal.

His nose tickles, making you giggle out loud.

Do that again. -shit makes me want to fuck you till you can't stand pretty slut.

his words registered as a million little tingles in your core. All of which needed to be sought after, one by one until everything wrong about this felt right.

He tears the lacy thong from you waist. Slipping his fingers through the wetness, he drags a slick path between your folds. Making your soft moans rattle from your chest no matter how hard you tried to quiet them.

Mmmmhmm. I knew you missed me. He groans shoving his digits inside you.

Fuck y/n you're tight. When's the last time you fucked.

Your cheeks burned as you looked away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing you hadn't been with anyone since him.

You'd be able to take me by now if you hadn't left me. He rasped out as if he wasn't damn near busting out of his pants at the chance to eat you six ways to Sunday.

He brings his tongue down gently against your clit at first. Giving soft intenttional flicks meant to test how sensitive you were. You writhed and twisted, shivering away from his tongue, making him force your trembling cunt back to his lips. Sssss-stop fucking runnin' in y/n, I need you dripping if I'm gonna fit Mamas.

You did more than just drip. You came down in torrents. You were elated, manipulated by satisfaction blooming in those those impossibly emerld eyes. His fingers working madly against the tight wet womb seizing up around them.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. It was so much robbing you of your sanity, so many sensations overwhelming you. The slurp. The smacks. His middle and index fingers pulsing in and out. His tongue tending to that aching clit. A pleasurable heat swelling and releasing, over and over again.

Every climax up until now has sent so much satisfaction through you that every muscle in your body is wrought with exhaustion. But he doesn't care that you can't move.

He lays you on the cot in the corner. Making you side eye him a moment before. Damn. This was the the most outlandish shit you'd ever done. But shit. Toji looked so fucking good it hurt. His shirt comes over his head and those jeans come off.

He gives himself a few preparory strokes before smacking that heavy cock head against your clit, laughing as you jolted again and again and cried out for him to finally fuck you.

He arches, guiding himself inside, your swollen cunt pulsing and pulling him in. The slow descent into your gummy wet entrance warrants him the chance to really get to see the way he spreads you.

When he finally bottoms out, youre lustful mewls are echoing out through the hollow metal walls, putting a certain emphasis on the sound of his name erupting from your lips.

Sssss fuck mamas. He stills, tucked deep inside you, his dick jumping at the sound of your voice.

You can't keep this pussy away from me baby. His hips rock steady, fucking you into the sorry excuse for a mattress, loving the way he can fuck you plain stupid. Fuck, I could break you right now y/n.

You were always the prettiest little slut when you took this dick. Baby. Look at you. Why would you ever take this pussy from me Y/n?

The harsh slaps to your tits drags you back into your body. He ruts into you, teasing your clit back and forth, breaking you all over again until you were dripping once more, this time around his cock as he slowed the rock of his hips.

cmere he says flipping you onto your stomach and dragging your hips back. He pushes your shoulders to the bed, and slips his finger around and around the messy display before him.

Sssssss You'll take me back won't you?

Shit. You're ready to say it. But you bite bike your moans. No no no. Do NOT take him back.

Answer me mamas. He grunts out, prodding your puffy wet clit with kisses from his dick.

Let me hear you say it. He taunts, pushing in, pulling out. Pushing in, pulling out.

Fuck you growled fighting tooth and nail not to give in. But fuck, everytime he pushed in, you gushed, every time he pulled out you cried, desperately clenching around nothing.

Fuck Toji. Fuck me please.

His hand burns at the back of your neck. A second later your braids/wig/locks/curls are tangled up with his fingers when he palms the back of your head like a Spalding and snatches your body back against him, leaving nothing between you. Nothing to stop him from making you his all over again.

Tell me I can come back. I can make it all up to you. Baby?

He kisses around your ear, his hand cutting off your air supply just enough to make your head spin outta control from the mind numbing climax creeping up on you. You heard me mamas? I'll do it right now. He brags, hitting your spot.

You hated that it felt different, like your pussy was trying to get used to him all over again. Like you were ready to fall for him and all his bullshit. Consequences be damned. It hurt so good that you cried down your thigh, shaking and whining in perfect pain and pleasure.

Fuck Toji. I swear- nngh I hate your ass so bad.

Na nah nah darling. You don't get it do that. Not when this pussy is gripping my dick the way it is.

His fingers clench handfuls of your flesh and he drags his hips back and forth, every pump shallow but intense. Nudging and nudging and nudging until you were on edge again.

Fuck he was right. You loved it. You wanted this. You needed this.

You'll always be my pretty lil slut? won't you? I've ruined you, and you like it. Let me hear dat shit mama, say it!!

I- I'm ruined. I'm no fucking good. I'm just your slut Toji, please. Ugh.

I can move all my shit back in?

Yes!

Toji was feral. Using his strength to prop you up and keep fucking you. He could still taste you on his tongue and you were coming so hard he couldn't pull out if he tried.

Shit! You must want me to come in you, don't you mamas?

Yesss. I want your cum. Cum in me please. You cry out as he pinches and tugs at your nipples, his tongue ghosting your ear.

He bucks faster. That's what the fuck I thought.

Your skin claps against his, ensuring anyone in the building most definitely could hear him beating down your slutty walls.

Tell that curly headed JT looking fuck I'll kill him if he calls you again.

Mhhmm. Yes Toji, yess. He could ask you anything right now and the answer would always be yes.

Whoahh! He sputters spurting his release against your swollen cervix. Satisfied, he pulls out leaving you empty and aching. Just a dumb fucked out bimbo with her ass out as he gleamed at the lewd display.

He slips his thumb over your clit, catching the bit that leakes out of you. Ah ah, don't waste any, he says shoving it back inside. Let's go. You gotta eat at least 3 plan bs for how much you just sucked outta me.

Ok you manage to whimper, lying flat, wincing as your walls contracted and the pain set in.

You lie there spent, officially dicked stupid.

Hey mamas, lemme ask you something.

What Toji?

Can I hook my ps5 up to the big tv?

Listen. I know he didn't fuck us in a box per a literal sense but hey. This was fun. What do you think?

#toji x reader #smutxanime honeeslust #blackgirlswhowriteanimesmut #smut writer #smut oneshot #spicy headcanons #jjk season 2 #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #toji fushiguro #tojixsmut #toji imagine

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song-writer-melo-wrath · 28 days

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~tag game~

rules: reblog this and say “rest in peace [your OC], you would have loved…” then tag your pals!

Thank you to @1000punks for the tag, always a pleasure <3

[looks at OC amount] … Oh. Oh goodness. Athy are we really doing this.

Well, let me get my tags out of the way now, @spiderin-space and @nova-moshi because I love their characters.

@hefkerut cause I've seen them mentioned a few times and would love to know more.

I think in other cases, I don't know if they like being tagged or not, or don't know if they have OCs or not, so if you see this and want to OC ramble, say I tagged you, it's an honorary tag <3

Now, let's run through them, shall we? I'll try going alphabetically. You might want to sit down.

RIP Acolith, you would have loved Sakura festivals.

RIP Adamantine, you would have loved “gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss” posts.

RIP Adonis, you would have loved I'm Just Ken.

RIP Aged-Berry, you would have loved The Phantom of the Opera. And Tangled.

RIP Aikungi, you would have loved, nay, DEVOURED Naruto.

RIP Aldur, you would have loved drive in theatres.

RIP Amber, you would have loved candied insects.

RIP Ambrosia, you would have loved homemade beanies from Etsy.

RIP Anon, you would have loved the universal dislike of Anish Kapoor.

RIP Applesweet, you would have loved the fact that I gave you a different name, then forgot it. Girl I am so sorry. I'll work on it. You're still gonna be nicknamed that though.

RIP Arctic, you would have loved various authors dunking on J. K. Rowling.

RIP Arianna, you would have loved the song Dusk Till Dawn.

RIP Ash, you would have loved tone indicators.

RIP Ashlynn, you would have loved dry-clean services.

RIP Aspyn, you would have loved (and did, in fact, love) the Heathers musical.

RIP Astral Querie, you would have loved Lovebot.

RIP Astriel, you would have loved the MCR reunion tour.

RIP Athmoth, you would have loved the resurgence of bardcore, musical theatre, and the use of piano and music box in lo-fi.

RIP Bandit, you would have loved the choker section of Etsy.

RIP Bastion, you would have loved the video game you were inspired by: Bastion.

RIP Behemoth, you would have loved the memes about Ea-nāṣir

RIP Beregiso, you would have loved the fact that Dance Dance Revolution still has new games.

RIP Callie, you would have loved kites made in the shape of cute things like butterflies!!

RIP Caramel/Karma, you would have loved silly string.

RIP Cassandra, you would have loved Lacroix. I like my Lacroix the way I like Cassandra. I don't like Lacroix.

RIP Cat's Eye Apatite/Kat, you would have loved the increasing amount of pockets being put back in skirts/dresses.

RIP Celine, you would have loved Cheesecake Factory.

RIP Cinnabar, you would have loved girl in red.

RIP Chidimma, you would have loved and laughed your ass off at the “is it blue and black or white and gold” dress.

RIP Chuko, you would have loved Bubblegum Bitch by Marina and the Diamonds

RIP Claymin, you would have loved the amount of embroidery patterns you can find online.

RIP Creation/Pebbles, you would have loved the crab rave video.

RIP Cricket, you would have loved the Necronomicon.

RIP Culpin, you would have loved sorbet places.

RIP Cyan, you would have loved liquid glitter phone cases.

RIP Dahlia, you would have loved online gothic lolita shops.

RIP Danyacree, you would have loved tarot cards.

RIP Daphne, you would have loved 4D chess.

RIP Dawn, you would have loved the concept of ukulele apology songs, and then gone “wait, the first one was due to WHAT?!”

RIP Dayo, you would have loved Joshua Weissman's channel.

RIP Delphinium, you would have loved Pink. Possibly Halsey as well.

RIP Destruction, you would have also loved the crab rave video.

RIP Devil Wood Razoda/"Razzy", you would have loved Chicago (the musical)

RIP Dextropho, you would have loved prosthetic stickers.

RIP Dione, you would have loved Owl City.

RIP Dusk, you would have loved melatonin.

RIP Dushun, you would have loved temporary tattoos.

RIP E-302, you would have loved ENA

RIP Eden, you would have loved Troye Sivan.

RIP Eflores, you would have loved flower symbolism websites.

RIP Eko, you would have loved Amy Rose.

RIP Ellum, you would have loved sensory deprivation tanks.

RIP Eodel, you would have loved Post Modern Jukebox.

RIP Euphy, you would have loved the “FUCK YOU BALTIMORE” video.

RIP Fable, you would have loved remote jobs.

RIP Fate, you would have loved Dutch Bros.

RIP Fang, you you would have loved cybercore masks.

RIP Fiona, you would have loved online hair styling tutorials.

RIP Flaveo, you would have loved virgin cocktails.

RIP Fleur, you would have loved slam poetry gatherings. And Queer Eye.

RIP Gecko Gleeble, you would have loved learning to play Riptide and Soul Sister.

RIP Harper, you would have loved Weird Al.

RIP Hazel, you would have loved Studio Ghibli movies.

RIP Helios, you would have loved solar panels.

RIP Hemlocke, you would have loved the legalization of weed.

RIP Honeycomb, you would have loved Once Upon A Time. And Tangled.

RIP Hope, you would have loved cat ear headphones.

RIP Hyacinth, you would have loved community gardens and TeamTrees.

RIP Ilya, you would have loved Influence by Robert Cialdini.

RIP Incar, you would have loved Imagine Dragons.

RIP Inigo, you would have loved Lin Manuel Miranda.

RIP Iris, you would have loved Star Wars. Nnnnot so much the third trilogy.

RIP Jasmine, you would have loved Domino's.

RIP Jefferson, you would have loved the Hercule Poirot movies. Especially the last one, you'd get so much closure.

RIP Karuko, you would have loved the fireworks shows at Butchart Gardens.

RIP Kerinth, you would have loved Fire Emblem.

RIP Kirino, you would have loved the fact that the lesbian flag now has orange. And the internet's love of frogs.

RIP Lemming, you would have loved nature documentaries.

RIP Ladyfingers, you would have loved Epic the musical.

RIP Larth, you would have loved Dracula the Musical.

RIP Lamya, you would have loved Berrywitched.

RIP Lavender, you would have loved the concept of counting sheep.

RIP Lavender (yes, I have two of them), you would have loved mobiles.

RIP Locket, you would have loved popcorn machines.

RIP Lucastamine, you would have loved Dungeon Meshi.

RIP Mal, you would have loved 90s kpop.

RIP Maldue, you would have loved Renaissance Fairs.

RIP Marble Fondant, you would have loved Bob Ross.

RIP Maximus, you would have loved The Greatest Showman.

RIP Mayday, you would have loved rhythm games.

RIP Melody, you would have loved hyperpop.

RIP Monelia, you would have loved Mitski.

RIP Morose, you would have loved Wolfwalkers. And Turning Red. And the live-action The Little Mermaid…except for how they made Flounder look.

RIP Mysterium, you would have loved Vocaloid as a whole.

RIP Mythos, you would have loved The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

RIP Narcoma, you would have loved Poppy in her metal era.

RIP Naonë, you would have loved both Hades and Hades 2.

RIP Nym, you would have loved 60s love songs. And the British Baking Show.

RIP Nystil, you would have loved sparkle GIFs.

RIP Olivia, you would have loved dodie.

RIP Oliphant, you would have loved Skyrim.

RIP Opsys, you would have loved the Trouled Birds series.

RIP Othello Onyxus/Thello, you would have loved r/Piracy.

RIP Pallas, you would have loved Hollow Knight.

RIP Pale Bloodstone, you would have loved Hazbin Hotel.

RIP Palharine, you would have loved Celeste.

RIP Paprika, you would have loved pretzel places.

RIP Perlif, you would have loved Shape of You by Ed Sheeran.

RIP Petal, you would have loved both Frozen movies.

RIP Phantom, you would have loved dubstep.

RIP Phanny, you would have loved skydiving.

RIP Pidoth, you would have loved blumineck.

RIP Pietro, you would have loved the “jk…unless” meme.

RIP Popleir, you would have loved Mothman.

RIP Pyrlotarius, you would have loved Greek amphitheatres.

RIP Recedes, you would have loved The Princess Bride.

RIP Rowley, you would have loved r/nostupidquestions

RIP Royal Fondant, you would have loved Happy Tree Friends

RIP Serendipity, you would have loved the rising trend of girls who call themselves soft but are actually absolutely batshit.

RIP Silica, you would have loved Alec Benjamin.

RIP Sinistropho, you would have loved the Lockwood and Co books, but NOT the show.

RIP Skylar, you would have loved Barnes & Noble.

RIP Solaris, you would have loved Life is Strange. Even if it's not that good of a game, it's fun to play with friends, and has its moments.

RIP Streak, you would have loved drunk karaoke. Or really, just. Karaoke. You'll get there.

RIP Stidgeon, you would have loved horoscope newsletters.

RIP Summer River, you would have loved A Sound of Thunder.

RIP Song, you would have loved speedrunners.

RIP Tamia, you would have loved uquiz.

RIP Tanuki, you would have loved the Nintendo 3DS Eshop music.

RIP Tecwyn, you would have loved the increasing diversity of people in scientific fields. Especially trans women and furries.

RIP Tivity, you would have loved Animal Crossing.

RIP Venn, you would have loved Twilight, but not for the usual reasons people like Twilight.

RIP Venus, you would have loved the ever-rising appreciation for BUFF 👏 WOMEN 👏

RIP Victor, you would have loved Vaporwave.

RIP Victoria/Vicky, you would have loved Buffy the Vampire Slayer

RIP Vio, you would have loved the web-weaving tag on Tumblr.

RIP Vulciadis, you would have loved the continued existence of gospel music.

RIP Warwick, you would have loved 3d printing.

RIP Wester, you would have loved weather vanes.

RIP Wrath, you would have loved Burning Man.

RIP Withanix, you would have loved huge earrings.

RIP Wonwite, you would have loved “daily ___” blogs.

RIP Qwerty, you would have loved the Unipiper.

RIP Yintu, you would have loved the utter failure of NFT bros.

RIP Yulmix/Mimi, you would have loved the phrase “comfort the afflicted, afflict the comfortable”

RIP Yume, you would have loved “is the ___ video cute” blogs.

RIP Ziah, you would have loved the meme of giving Roombas knives.

RIP Zinnia, you would have loved the cottagecore side of the internet.

+ a few more but ohhh wow is this making Tumblr load slower.

#athy rambles #when I say 'I have over 100 OCs'...#I do in fact mean. I have over 100 OCs.#ocs #oc #my ocs #original character #original characters

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stolennumbers · 7 months

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Dancing with the Devil by The Uni+ (English translation)// Adonis by Antonio Corradini // A Song of Despair by Pablo Neruda// Dance at Bougival detail by Pierre-Auguste Renoir// Medusa by Carol Ann Duffy// St. Botolph's by Ted Hughes //Matins by Louise Gluck//Johnny Suh// ก่อนที่เธอจะลืมฝัน (Lucid) by Jeff Satur (English translation)// W Korea// Somebody like You by Kim Woo Seok (English translation)

#feeling angsty today lads #webweave #web weaving #antonio corradini #pablo neruda #pierre auguste renoir #carol ann duffy #ted hughes #Johnny suh #louise glück #jeff satur #kim wooseok #hes suh sweet #kpop nonsense #poetry

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fishthegenderwitch · 9 months

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Last night I went to an aerial Burlesque performance in my city and by gum I am so gay. Every single beautifully strong human person who performed last night had my heart

The sheer dominance of some of those people had my whole heart

The cute twink, the buff Adonis, the butch tap dancer, the one lady who had the crop and was hanging from chains, and the lady who danced as the Devil... Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy pole and table dancers.

My god.

Fucking sheer brilliance, the lot of them.

That last dance was her and the buff man wearing nearly nothing, and that nearly nothing was nude coloured and it was Steamy and Woo! Hot damn, felt like something I shouldn't have been watching, but was glad to have seen

RAW. POWER.

Had me telling the chain lady that her visible strength made me wanna go home and work out because I feel like a noodly wimpling. She laughed and was super gracious and lovely, so was he. More performance art!! MORE!

#burlesque #dancing #show #amazing #miraculous #near nudity

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avampyone · 8 months

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Prompt #5: Barbarous:

The first hunt pt 1.

Warning: Suggestive themes, mentions of death and blood

There had been a time when fear ruled Hemlocke’s every action like a prisoner willfully donning the shackles of his own making. The concept felt so foreign to him now – Now, he believed he could take a leisurely stroll into the very depths of the seven hells and only remark upon how the roaring flames warmed his cool flesh. Hemlocke pondered if there was anything of the confused but sweet boy that he had been a long time ago. A boy scared of his own passing shadow. Maybe there was more to fear locked in his own shadows than he could have ever realized, but such thoughts he would leave on the passing of a morning when sleep finally came to claim him.

On the evening horizon, there stood a tall glamourous Riveria building made up of gold and ivory situated in the Goblet so conveniently located nearby Ul’dah. A popular establishment for dancing who boasted to be home to one of the most talented bards in the area – The Devil’s Trill.

The tight craftsman leather pants hugged his form like a glove low enough to show off the adonis V of his slender hips. His lean but toned chest lay bare apart from the thick leather black belts that criss crossed in an ornate pattern, lightly biting into unmarred pale flesh that peered almost crystalline in the clear moonlight above. These belts were connected to the back of his bolero top that buckled with thick leather around his pale neck. The makeup he applied was immaculate down to his black painted lips to his kohl eye liner. His shoulder length hair had begun to lengthen since he’d been turned fully into a vampire and show hints of fading out to a dark crimson color at the ends. All in all, an outfit more than befitting of the den of iniquity he was about to enter.

Hemlocke had no way of knowing how this night would turn out, but he had long since run out of any leads to follow on the whereabouts of his father. He’d only come here after hearing rumors of ongoing disappearances in the area that the Immortal Flames were still investigating. There was nothing to lose in coming to find out for himself. In the off chance that he found himself at death’s door, Hemlocke humored himself that he’d be more than ready for his ghoulish date in attire that those of polite society would no doubt frown upon.

There was nothing polite about this establishment at least. Once Hemlocke went beyond the threshold, he was met with a sea of waving bodies that made up the crowd in euphoric dance, grinding and crying out in sheer bliss. Something about the music that poured out from the bard’s violin meant to invoke the senses. To his astute hearing, the Duskwight felt like there was something more behind the alluring inflections that was causing this unusual reaction. Like the donning of a new mask, Hemlocke found this part easy to play when he let himself get caught up in the revelry of the dance in a spot near the back. His crimson depths taking on the half lidded glazed look of a rapturous musical high even if he remained ever so aware, managing a grin that was more of baring of pearly white teeth.

After ordering a whiskey from the bar, Hemlocke garnered information that their mysterious bard had retreated from the bustling crowd to take refuge upstairs. It only took a few small flirtations and a generous pouch of gil for the guard to ease up enough to let him through. He came upon room of lavish decadence that hardly befit the withering look of the bard whose flesh was covered in different types of scarring, white fluffed ears and tail that likened far more to a wolf in appearance. The whiplash of the sight of monstrous bat-like creatures with red eyes that fed savagely upon the blood of the patron’s misfortunate enough to be chosen that night completed this scene. It was far too late for any of them Hemlocke realized, the light having left their eyes..

With practiced finesse, Hemlocke ignored all of these sights to focus on the bard who sipped thick red liquid from a swirling wine glass and lounged on a black velvet chaise in the middle of the room without a care in the world. Hemlocke locked eyes with this bard – Onryo - full lips curling up in a sultry smirk that was full of promise with a long assessing look that dragged down the length of the other’s form, “I knew I had to meet you..One with such a passionate song as yours, tracing over the strings of your violin delicately like one would touch a lover..I so do long to be touched like that, you know..”

The sensual undertone, warm and inviting, with the purposeful movement of his clawed thumbs curling into the sides of his low-cut leather trousers teasingly exposing more flesh. This caused the gleam in Onryo’s dull eyes turn to one of carnal interest. Although he had his suspicions before, there was no mistaking that this was one of Ange’s subordinates – one of the few to survive the painful transformation. A barbarous thought perhaps, but Hemlocke didn’t intend on letting him survive for much longer..

#ffxiv writing #FFxivWrite2023 #FFxivWrite #ffxiv writing challenge #hemlockeffxiv #hemlocke #vampire oc #behind but will do what I can!

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birdnamedenza · 2 years

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The Aftermath of Perfection

The vulnerable, humanizing aspect of sickness and caretaking has always fascinated me, so I tried to explore it from a slightly different angle to ease myself back into writing. Just a simple, lighthearted scenario about a perfect night, an idealized crush and a hangover that changes the perspective.

TW: Vomiting, alcohol

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It had been an incredible, boundless, exhilarating night. A dazzling rush of neon lights and euphoria. Dancing in and out of clubs. Laughing, kissing, breathing as one. Making love on a penthouse rooftoop, drinking the moonlight and expensive alcohol. The night of nights, one that Aria would treasure for the rest of her life.

She gently drifted out of her exhausted sleep back into reality, but the man of her dreams was still right next to her. The morning sun highlighted his chiseled body - the tempting curve of his back, the wide shoulders and strong arms, his golden curls that perfectly accentuated the tanned skin.

Lucian had it all. Stunning looks, a charming personality, ambition and charisma. Wealthy parents, a sleek sports car, the sophistication of a person that had traveled the world before he had learned to walk. He really was the total package, plus he knew how to use his total package in a way that made Aria lose her mind.

The young woman stretched with a satisfied yawn, fixed her long black hair as best as she could with bare hands and made sure her glued-on lashes were still in place. Good thing she didn't have to fix her clothes as well - those were scattered around the room, helpless victims to last night's passionate encounter. Pleasently shivering from the vivid recollection, Aria puckered up and leaned over Lucian's body for a big kiss.

She smelled it before she saw it, then instantly wondered how she hadn't noticed earlier. Lucian's sensual lips were slightly parted, making way for a stain of vomit that had dried on his light bronze skin. A small, yet remarkably chunky puddle of half digested food covered the bedsheets right in front of his face. His ridiculously long lashes cast shadows on his freckled cheeks. Somehow, he still managed to look peaceful and absolutely gorgeous, as if he hadn't secretly expelled his stomach contents in his sleep.

"Poor babe, are you okay?" Aria's voice was dripping with compassion, trying to wash away the sinking feeling of disenchantment. Carefully, her fingertips caressed Lucian's forehead, wiping back some of his soft, wavy hair. A dazzled expression took hold of his face as he was pulled out of his dreams. For a moment, his eyes lit up as he recognized the source of the gentle voice and hands that welcomed him in the land of the conscious.

"Aria", he coughed, voice coarse. "I know you are a devil in the sheets, but damn. Last night was... incredible." His weak smile was unfittingly innocent, almost boyish in nature. Sadly, it didn't last long - before Aria could decide if she should just ignore the puke omelette and pick up the flirty banter, Lucian squinted and let out a harrowed moan.

"What's wrong, stud?", Aria inquired warily, not sure if she was prepared for any of the possible answers.

"Bathroom", Lucian mumbled, clutching his eightpack with trembling fingers. Aria didn't want to think about the urgent need he was referring too. It exclusively involved scenarios she had never wanted to picture her adored crush in.

"Hey sexy, if you want to travel to my ladies' room, you gotta get up on your feet. You're a little too ripped for me to carry you", she teased, hoping this predicament could still be salvaged. Lucian awkwardly rolled over, not giving any hint of the natural elegance he usually moved with. His face pinched in pain as he pushed himself up from the mattress.

"Where?", he groaned, his perfectly trained body swaying like that of a regular drunk. It didn't fit him. The contrast to his usual demeanor was staggering, bewildering. It didn't help that Adonis himself was still bare naked, looking like an ancient Greek statue that had somehow turned seasick.

Aria resorted to an internal sigh. It couldn't be helped. The man had a glorious hangover, and if she didn't want more bad things to happen in the sanctuary of her bedroom, she needed to get his luxurious body to a space that was more suited for his current necessities.

"Just follow my lead, handsome", she playfully announced before putting an arm around his waist. His well defined muscles still felt oh so nice to touch, but the mood was obviously ruined by the ghosts of last night's drinks. With a regretful pout, Aria lead the man of her dreams to the bathroom. The room's clean, modern architecture was contrasted by her quintessential girly collections of tiny perfume bottles and neatly organized make up. She loved the floral scent that always filled the air, evoking dreams of a luxurious spa. Too bad Lucian didn't seemed to be into it in his current state. The overwhelming sensory impression elicited a subdued retch.

A sinking feeling took hold of Aria's stomach. This was not going as planned, not at all. In fact, everything was moving downhill so fast that she started to feel dizzy herself. Or maybe there was still too much alcohol in her blood stream as well. At least she wasn't the one whose face quickly turned from sun kissed to greenish pale.

"So... what's the emergency?" Aria tried hard to sound casually cheerful. Lucian appreciated her effort with another forced smile. Maybe that was the best he could do at the moment.

"Dunno, babe. Mh. Mhm. Mmmmh." Whatever that was supposed to mean, Lucian made up his mind and knelt down in front of the rectangular toilet. Apparently, the stuff he had consumed last night had decided to use the same route it had previously entered as an emergency exit. The blonde doubled over, presenting a nice view of the world's finest butt, yet Aria didn't feel the slightest bit of arousal. Quite the opposite. She could barely resist the urge to flee the scene and scream into her pillow.

"Oh no, poor thing", she comforted both Lucian and herself while pulling the black and pink rug a bit closer. She had no intention on making herself comfortable on the cold white floor tiles. Doing her best to hide the reluctance, she let her fingers run up and down Lucian's smooth backside. His jawline still seemed to be carved by a master sculptor, even though he was hanging over a toilet bowl. It really wasn't fair. "Do you want me to stay or do you need some privacy?"

"Stay. Please." The response came so quickly it left Aria with no choice, almost making her regret she had asked in the first place. For a moment, Lucian was looking at her with his hazel eyes that had the most mesmerizing amber glow in the sunlight. Right now, they seemed rather tired, helpless and a little bit desperate.

"Of course. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Dunno", he repeated his former reply. Apparently, the nausea had shrunken his vocabulary to a bare minimum. While one of his hands was rubbing circles on his obviously aching stomach, the other one was searching for whatever part of Aria's body he could use as a lifeline. It happened to be her thigh. "I... I think I g'tta puke."

Aria cringed internally. If only he hadn't used such a profane denomination. Even in his miserable state, Lucian still looked like an angel that had stepped out of a Renaissance painting. Men like him didn't puke.

"Sorry. I'm so sorry, babe. I really didn't mean to be disgusting."

Maybe he had noticed her reaction, despite staring intensely at the clear pool of water inside of the toilet bowl. Or he had realized himself that he had forgotten about his good manners for a moment. Whatever it was, Aria quickly leaned over, placing a kiss on his sweaty neck.

"Oh Lu, please don't. It is not your fault."

But actually, it was. If Mr. Perfect hadn't overestimated his alcohol tolerance, they could have picked up right where they had ended last night. Spectacular sex, breakfast in bed, lots of tongue fights and even more skin contact. Now Lucian was praying to the porcellain god instead. The guy was lucky he was so ridiculously hot, otherwise he would have never gotten away with ruining Aria's sheets. She absolutely had to trash those things, there was no way she'd use them again.

For the next few minutes, nothing noteworthy happened except for the occasional dry heave. Weird enough, Lucian did even that in a graceful way. Nothing but a subdued uhck left his throat while his back arched and his impressive stomach muscles contracted. Maybe it was false alarm. The blonde had already gotten some indescribable stuff out after all.

"Are... you sure something's going to happen?", Aria asked carefully. They could at least go back to bed... after she had disposed of the unwanted gift her lover had so generously left there. Lucian looked up teary-eyed. Retching as quietly as possible had obviously taken a toll on him. Maybe he was only making everything worse by holding back.

"Mhm", he nodded, then winced and tightened the grip around his belly.

"I could tuck you in for a little cuddle session with a bucket nearby, just in case."

"I... don't think I can get up. I... I feel so sick." Lucian sounded absolutely wretched and didn't look any better. A thin film of cold sweat had formed on his skin. "Sorry, babe. You... can go back to bed if you're freezing."

"You know I can't leave you alone like this!", Aria protested. She only left his side briefly to get a glass of water. Her silent prayer that he would miraculously purge his entire stomach content while she didn't have to watch wasn't answered, though. She slipped into a satin bathrobe for a little more comfort and got down next to Lucian again. "Try to drink a bit. Maybe it will calm down your achy tummy", she cooed while caressing his stomach muscles. Under the ripped surface it felt uncomfortably bloated.

"Thank you." Lucian forced himself to smile and took small sips as Aria brought up the glass to his mouth. Some of the liquid ran down his chin and dripped into the toilet. The sound made him shiver, but he bravely kept on going. Until he stopped, abruptly, pushing the glass away as if it was about to explode. His body stiffened as he bent over just a little more. Whatever unpleasant color had been left quickly drained from his complexion and, to Aria's horror, the most beautiful man she had ever seen started to drool. A lot. Long strands of saliva were trickling over his luscious lower lip.

"Oh baby, it's okay, it's alright, you're going to be just fine", Aria started to babble.

"Can... can you hold back my hair?", Lucian groaned with a throaty voice.

"Sure, don't worry, I got you, I'll take care of you." Aria pulled back his soft golden curls that were still perfectly defined, except for a few sweaty ones that had clung to his forehead. She fought hard to keep up her calm and comforting demeanor, feeling uneasy and lightheaded herself. Even during the wildest girl's nights with her best friends, she had never been in a situation like that. It was something she had avoided like the plague and she sure hadn't planned to experience it with the guy she adored more than anyone else. This wasn't hot. It wasn't something she wanted to fondly remember before falling asleep.

"Thnks", Lucian forced out, half muffled by a sloppy burp. It was the first sound he definitely hadn't controlled. The drooling didn't want to stop, either. Aria wished he would at least try to swallow or wipe it away, but the blonde didn't move an inch.

"At your service, my lovely hunk", Aria stuck to the sweet talk.

Sorry, but your hunk is about to blow chunks, her brain mocked herself with merciless spite. Meanwhile, Adonis had started to dry heave again. Aria could tell how painful it was by the way his body tensed and by how tightly his arms were wrapped around his middle. Just as she thought the sounds he produced couldn't get any worse, the retching noise shifted from dry to wet. She trembled slightly, but faithfully held on to his angelic hair.

Every single one of his well trained muscles seemed to contract simultaniously to force out a prolonged retch that traveled from the depths of his stomach all the way up to his mouth. It pushed out a small stream of what looked like green smoothie that wasn't mixed thoroughly. This was the point of no return. The flood gates had finally opened and Lucian barely had time to let out an anguished sigh before the draining process actually began.

His flawless body lurched with a violent heave, expelling a tidal wave of brownish puke. It was hitting the porcellain bowl with such force that a good amount of droplets splattered right back into Lucian's face. Aria silently cursed, then grimaced as the pungent stench of alcohol, bile and stomach acid hit her nose. The whole ordeal was utterly disgusting, yet Aria knew very well this was not the time to be an asshole about it. If she wanted to eventually get her ultra hot dream guy back, she couldn't lecture him about knowing his limits while he was barfing up his guts.

"Poor baby, it's okay, just let it out all out. Get all those nasty drinks out of your system." Maybe that counted as a thinly veiled accusation, but Aria couldn't help it. And she did her best to be kind about it, given the circumstances.

Lucian didn't pick up on it anyways. He was too busy keeping up with the half digested food and copious amounts of alcohol his stomach was forcing back up his throat. The unsavory cocktail was gurgling out of him relentlessly. No wonder the idiot couldn't stop hurling, how much had he downed last night without her even noticing?

"Promise me you'll never get so drunk again", Aria pleaded, her voice still sugary sweet. "I hate to see you suffer like that."

"P-promised", Lucian groaned inbetween heaves. "I... was just so nervous and excited about our date that-" He was cut off by a thick stream of lumpy gruel, speckled with bits and pieces of green and red paprika that had survived the bath in his gastric acid. The occasional undigested corn made a reappearence as well, a friendly reminder that Lucian had enjoyed vegan tacos for dinner. The colorful mush sluggishly splashed into the polluted pool at the bottom of the toilet.

"Don't worry about it now, sweetheart, just make sure to get everything up", Aria soothed the blonde, blessing his neck with another fleeting kiss. His retching noises were still pretty bad, but not as repulsive as they had been. Finally, Lucian burped up what looked like a mixture of glue and varnish. It smelled absolutely rancid, but at least it was the last substance leaving his mouth. For now.

Trembling and exhausted, Lucian let his head rest on the soiled toilet seat. Aria hastily flushed, even though it didn't eliminate all of the incriminating body fluids. There would be more than just a superficial cleaning required to restore the porcellain throne to its former glory. After already having pushed the boundaries of her patience several times this morning, Aria decided to wait for at least another minute to make sure it was safe to let go of Lucian's hair and leave him alone for a while. Then she got up to fetch a wet towel and fresh water.

"You did great, stud", she purred upon her return. Her arms folded around Lucian's damp body, pulling him into an embrace. Gently, she wiped away the vomit stains that seemed so out of place on his breathtaking features. He looked up to her with glassy hazel eyes, tired, still shaking. His naked body sank into her hug, searching comfort and support in her arms. Lucian had never looked so vulnerable before and it tugged at her heartstrings.

"At least now I know you're wife material", the blonde mumbled. It hit Aria like a sucker punch. Her beloved had just spent at least half an hour hunching over the toilet bowl, culminating in a pukefest of epic proportions. And still, this was the most touching thing anyone had ever said to her. It also made her feel at least slightly guilty for every malicious thought that had crossed her mind since her rude awakening.

"Oh baby, you're the sweetest." Aria's face lit up like last night's moon. She placed several kisses on the top of his head - a spot she considered safe to be touched by her lips. Lucian's tempting mouth was off limits until he had washed his face and brushed his teeth at least twice. Thoroughly. "Think you're done?"

"Mhm", Lucian sighed, ready to doze off any second. Apparently, Aria was quite a comfortable pillow and it was heartwarming to see how much he trusted her. Maybe this catastrophe had been good for something after all. As a highly unusal bonding experience. Or to coach Aria through the process of acceptance that she was in fact dating a regular human being, not a demi-god worthy of worship.

"Let's move back to bed then, shall we?"

This time, Lucian had no objections. Aria swiftly changed the contaminated sheets, which also granted her some valuable buffer time to make sure her dream man was actually done tossing his lunch and liquor. Then she helped the blonde back to her sleeping room that was almost back to its usual pleasant smell.

"I'll make up for it, I promise", Lucian smiled wryly. His genuine remorse was utterly adorable. "You deserve some special treatment. Prepare for a triple climax and more, the sky's the limit."

"Now that's a promise I won't forget", Aria winked. "But you gotta get some rest first. It was a lot for you." She carefully lowered her lover onto the mattress and now, in fact, did tuck him in - with a bucket right next to his bedside, just in case. Then she slid under the blanket and pulled him closer, letting his head rest on her body again.

"I already feel so much better", Lucian muttered against her chest.

"Sleep tight, babe", Aria smiled, tenderly stroking his sun-colored locks. While she drifted back into a comforting haze herself, one last thought crossed her mind: Hopefully, she wasn't in for another nasty surprise when she woke up. There was not a lot she asked for the rest of this strange day - just a lot more cuddles and a lot less vomit.

#sickfic #vomiting #vomit tw #emeto #whump #emeto tw #caretaking #hangover #emetophilia #fanfiction #the morning after

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