#hope you enjoy part 2

[bowtiepastabitch]

Historical Analysis: class and injustice in 'The Ressurrectionists' minisode

Alternate title: why we're tempted to be upset with Aziraphale and why that's only halfway fair

Okay so first off huge thanks to @makewayforbigcrossducks for asking the question (and follow-up questions lol) that brought me to put these thoughts all together into a little history nerd ramble. That question being, Why is Aziraphale so clueless? Obviously, from a plot perspective, we know we need to learn some lessons about human moral dilemmas and injustices. But from a character perspective? A lot of this minisode is about Aziraphale being forced to confront the flaws of heavenly logic. This whole idea that "poverty is ineffable" basically boils down to 'yeah some people are poor, but their souls can be saved just as if not more easily that way, so it's not our problem and they probably deserve it anyway for not working hard enough,' a perspective that persists in many modern religious circles. Aziraphale isn't looking at the human factor here, he's pretty much purely concerned about the dichotomy of good and wicked human behavior and the spiritual consequences thereof, because that's what he's been told to believe. His whole goal is to "show her the error of her ways." He believes, quite wholeheartedly, that he's helping her in the long run.

"the lower you start, the more opportunities you have"

So here's what we're asking ourselves: Why did it take him so bloody long to realize how stupid that is? Sure, he's willing to excuse all kinds of things in the name of ineffability, but if someone in the year of our lord 2023 told me he was just now realizing that homelessness was bad after experiencing the past two centuries, I'd be resisting the urge to get violent even if he WAS played by Michael Sheen.

Historical context: a new type of poverty

Prior to the 19th century (1800s), poverty was a very different animal from what we deal with now. The lowest classes went through a dynamic change leading up to the industrial revolution, with proto-industrialization already moving people into more manufacture-focused tasks and rapid urbanization as a result of increasingly unlivable conditions for rural peasantry. The enclosure of common lands and tennancies by wealthy landowners for the more profitable sheep raising displaced lots of families, and in combination with poor harvests and rising rents, many people were driven to cities to seek out new ways of eeking out a living.

Before this, your ability to eat largely would have depended on the harvest in your local area. This can, for our purposes, be read as: you're really only a miracle away from being able to survive the winter. Juxtapose this, then, with the relatively new conundrum of an unhoused urban poor population. Now if you want to eat, you need money itself, no exceptions, unless you want to steal food. Charity at the time was often just as much harm as good, nearly always tied deeply up in religious attitudes and a stronger desire to proselytize than improve quality of lie. As a young woman, finding work in a city is going to be incredibly difficult, especially if you're not clean and proper enough to present as a housemaid or other service laborer. As such, Elspeth turns to body snatching to try to make a better life for herself and Wee Morag. She's out of options and she knows it.

You know who doesn't know that? Aziraphale.

The rise of capitalism

The biggest piece of the puzzle which Aziraphale is missing here is that he hasn't quite caught onto the concept of capitalism yet. To him, human professions are just silly little tasks, and she should be able to support herself if she just tried. Bookselling, weaving, farming, these are all just things humans do, in his mind. He suggests these things as options because it hasn't occurred to him yet that Elspeth is doing this out of desperation, but he also just doesn't grasp the concept of capital. Crowley does, he thinks it's hilarious, but Aziraphale is just confused as to why these occupations aren't genuine options. Farming in particular, as briefly touched on above, was formerly carried out largely on common land, tennancies, or on family plots, and land-as-capital is an emerging concept in this period of time (previously, landowners acted more like local lords than modern landlords). Aziraphale just isn't picking up on the fact that money itself is the root issue.

Even when he realizes that he fucked up by soup-ifying the corpse, he doesn't offer to give them money but rather to help dig up another body. He still isn't processing the systemic issues at play (poverty) merely what's been immediately presented to him (corpses), and this is, from my perspective, half a result of his tunnel-vision on morality and half of his inability to process this new mode of human suffering.

Half a conclusion and other thoughts

So we bring ourselves back around to the question of Aziraphale's cluelessness. Aziraphale is, as an individual, consistently behind on the times. He likes doing things a certain way and rarely changes his methodology unless someone forces his hand. Even with the best intentions, his ability to help in this minisode is hindered by two points: 1)his continued adherance to heavenly dogma 2)his inability to process the changing nature of human society. His strongest desire at any point is to ensure that good is carried out, an objective good as defined by heavenly values, and while I think it's one of his biggest character hangups, I also can't totally blame him for clinging to the only identity given to him or for worrying about something that is, as an ethereal being, a very real concern. Unfortunately, he also lacks an understanding of the actual human needs that present themselves. Where Elspeth knows that what she needs is money, Aziraphale doesn't seem to process that money is the only solution to the immediate problem. This is in part probably because a century prior the needs of the poor were much simpler, and thus miraculous assistance would never have interfered with 'the virtues of poverty'. (You can make someone's crops grow, and they'll eat well, but giving someone money actually changes their economic status.) Thus, his actions in this episode illustrate the intersection of heavenly guidelines with a weak understanding of modern structures.

This especially makes sense with his response to being told to give her money. Our angel is many things, but I would never peg him as having any attachment to his money. He's not hesitant because he doesn't want to part with it, he's hesitant because he's still scared it's the wrong thing to do in this scenario. He really is trying to be good and helpful. So yes, we're justifiably pretty miffed to see him so blatantly unaware and damaging. He definitely holds a lot of responsibility for the genuine tragedy of this minisode, and I think Crowley pointing out that it's 'different when you knew them' is an extremely important moment for Aziraphale's relationship with humanity. Up until now, he's done a pretty good job insulating himself from the capacity of humans for nastiness, his seeming naivity at the Bastille being case in point.

In the end, I think Aziraphale's role in this minisode is incredibly complex, especially within its historical context. He's obstinate and clueless but also deeply concerned with spiritual wellbeing (which is, to Aziraphale, simply wellbeing) and doing the right thing to be helpful. While it's easy to allow tiny Crowley (my beloved) to eclipse the tragic nature and moral complexity of this minisode, I think in the end it's just as important to long-term character development as 'A Companion to Owls'. We saw him make the right choice with Job's children, and now we see him make the wrong choice. And that's a thing people do sometimes, a thing humans do.

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also tagging @ineffabildaddy, @kimberellaroo, and @raining-stars-somewhere-else whose comments on the original post were invaluable in helping me organize my thoughts and feelings about this topic. They also provided great insight that, in my opinion, is worth going and reading for yourself, even if it didn't factor into my final analysis/judgement.

If I missed anything or you have additional thoughts, please please share!!! <3

#this was a monster of a post to write #in no small part because I was relying more on my own historical knowledge than usual so I had to double check myself constantly #but I had a lot of fun and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did #good omens #good omens 2 #neil gaiman #good omens analysis #good omens meta #the resurrectionists #good omens season 2 #good omens minisode #nerd shit #ineffable husbands #aziraphale good omens

[piosplayhouse]

[Qi Qingqi x Yu Ziyuan] What could have been

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#for the toxic yuri warriors #its so cringe you can see the parts i drew 2 yrs ago versus today right next to each other #😭😭 improvement I guess but the first few old panels are so hard to read what was i thinking fr #but i hope you enjoy.. go forth and make rarepairs #yzy #yu ziyuan #qi qingqi #qqq #mdzs #svsss #scum villain's self saving system #mo dao zu shi #my art

[osamusriceballs]

Kinktober Day 11 <3

Tsukishima x sensory deprivation

Warnings: NSFW, fem reader

Words: ~ 1,1 k

Kinktober Masterlist II -> Next day

"Come on, just let me take off the blindfold."

You sigh and wiggle your wrists in his grasp, only for him to snicker amusedly. "I feel like you don't fully understand the concept of sensory deprivation. The blindfold is essential for this." You can hear him click his tongue at the end of the words, feigning annoyance while he answers. "I know, but isn't it enough that you're chaining my hands to the bed?" As a cue, he wraps the silky tie around your wrists, tight, but far from painful, expertly tying the knot around your hands.

"I don't think so." He squeezes your cheeks, and you try to protest but the words come out as nonsense. "Just be patient for me. Can you do that?" You feel him shift his weight on the bed, his lips now at the shell of your ear when he whispers the words. A shiver runs down your spine and you quickly nod- maybe a bit too eager because he is quick to release a mocking snort.

You hold your breath when you feel his hands on your body, his thumbs rubbing the material of your blouse above your collarbones. Goosebumps form on your skin, his touch warm when his knuckles brush against the swell of your breast as he starts to unbutton the fabric. His hands roam around your stomach, to the cage of your ribs, just barely grazing along the fabric of your bra as soon as he has finished unbuttoning your blouse. Anticipation rushes through you, your body ever so sensitive to all of his touches while you tried to predict where he is going to touch you next. No words are exchanged when you feel him pulling back, leaving the bed for good.

"Kei?" you ask hesitantly, hearing him shuffle around and arranging some things. "Hmm? You good there?"

"Yes- but come back, Kei. Don't make me wait." You know that you sound desperate, but you can stop replaying different scenarios in your mind when you're tied to the bed like this. He clearly enjoys seeing you go crazy with anticipation. A few more moments of him arranging and rearranging stuff that feel like an eternity to you while you can't see, and you feel his weight dipping down the mattress again.

He's close.

You can't see him, but you can feel him. Feel his presence right next to you, his even and deep breaths, his smell- all of your other senses seem to tell you that he's close. Your body jolts when you suddenly feel his breath on your neck, softly breathing against your skin. "You look so pretty like this." A ragged breath escapes your lips at his words, the sudden softness in his tone adding to the intimacy of the moment.

A sudden cold sensation on your bare stomach makes you squirm. You hadn't noticed that his hands have been busied with something else, and when he presses it harder against you, you whine, feeling the cold wetness drip down to your navel. It lingers a few more moments on your skin, causing you to gasp at the freezing sensation, goosebumps forming on your skin already. You hear an almost metallic sound when the coolness disappears and he puts something away.

"Ok. Tell me what that was." His voice sounds teasing, a smirk adorning his lips for sure. "An ice cube," you reply, trying to sound neutral and put together. "Hmm, really good. I think you deserve a little reward for getting this one right." His lips travel down your collarbones, softly sucking and nibbling on your skin, causing your head to fall back and your toes to curl. His fingers hook into the cups of your bra and pull the fabric down, just enough to free your tits. His tongue softly glides over one of your hard buds, swirling and sucking just enough to make you clench your legs. He pulls back way too soon, your other nub aching for attention too. "Can you guess what's this too?" A soft and light sensation meets your neck, moving along your jaw and down your throat.

You wiggle even more in the ties when the tickling sensation doesn't stop, the soft caress going down to your collarbones, sending shivers down your spine when you can't anticipate where he'd touch you next. "And?" He sounds smug at this point, clearly satisfied when he sees how much you squirm.

"A feather." You sound breathless for sure, but it's simply the effect of the feather now tracing along your exposed breast and moving down your stomach. "You're so good at this, darling."

You ball your hands into fists when he brings his lips to your chest again, replacing the feather with his lips and giving your nipple a soft bite. "Kei-" the sensation so unexpected to you that you moan his name, the sound echoing through the room in a way that makes you burn in embarrassment. "Hmm, what is it?" he answers with his lips still attached to your skin, his voice barely a whisper in the room. "Feels good." Your head is thrown back into the pillows, your back arching your chest into his mouth.

"I'm sure it does." He pulls back, much to your disdain. "Are you ready for the next one?" Tsukishma moves further down, your body jolting when his hands open the button of your pants, slowly pulling them down your legs. You shiver when you're basically lying in front of him in your underwear, a hot wave of need rushing through your body when he hooks his fingers in the hem of your panties. Heat rises to your cheeks when he removes your panties as well, not saying anything, instead, you're only met with nerve-wrecking silence.

"Kei? What are you-" a surprised moan leaves your lips when you feel a soft sensation between your legs- his lips without a doubt, pressing kisses to your already wet folds. Your muscles tense and you involuntarily try to reach for his head, only to be restricted by the tie. His tongue licks along your folds, his nose brushing against your clit, and he has you moaning his name with these few touches already already. The wet noises of his kisses fill the room, your breaths uneven when he pushes his tongue unexpectedly in your entrance. "Oh god- Kei- so good-" you whine when he picks up his pace, licking inside of you with no mercy until he has your thighs clenching around his head. "Yeah? What feels good`? Tell me, darling. Can you guess?"

"Your tongue-" you whine when he rewards you with extra attention to your clit, sucking on the sensitive nub and toying with it with his tongue. Your body is burning from his touches already, eager for more, eager for him to fuck you like this-

"You're so good at this." He presses one last kiss to your pussy, and you feel his weight shifting on the mattress, knowing exactly what he will do next when you hear him fumble with his belt.

"I think you deserve another reward."

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu smut #smut #tsukishima #tsukki #tsukishima smut #tsukishima x reader #here you go! <3 #hope you'll enjoy this #I thought about TT #TT equals Teasing Tsukki #like Tsukki teasing you #he would for sure #I'll start with Bokuto's part today #I hope I can finish it tomorrow #SLEEP WELL! <3 #I hope you're all having a great week so far! <3 #I'm enjoying the last days of my semster breaks #it's 2 am now #and I feel like I ruined my sleeping rhythm >.< #HOWEVER! #I tried proofreading this #but my brain is a bit tired rn #BUT I TRIED

[deathshallbethelastenemy]

where you go, i go (2)

TEEN!gojo x FEM!reader (soulmate AU)

TW⚠️: angst, toji being toji, reader thinks about killing someone, gojo is in his tweaked out enlightenment era soooooo gojo a little creepy and eerie

Part 2 of what you see, i see

She had been going through the motions for the rest of the day, she hadn't even bothered to stop by her school clubs, until she arrived home. A sickly sweet scent of pastries attacked her senses the second she entered. Her house doubled as a bakery for the first floor. It was a popular hang out place for people her age especially for couples. There was a parade of them this time - cheerful couples were already sharing their coffees and sugary pastries.

The universe was laughing at her. It had to be. Why else would there be so many happy couples in the store right now? It was pointing and laughing hysterically on the ground saying: "That's what you get for ignoring me! That's what you get for resenting my gift to you!" Because that's what a soulmate was, a gift. A rare and wonderful gift that no one believed in, except for those who have experienced it themselves, and she had lost it; lost him.

She almost cried on the spot.

Her mother waved gleefully from behind the register, her daughter seldom returned it as she went up the stairs. She dropped her school bag in her room besides her desk and, face first, flopped on her bed.

She closed her eyes. Nothing, there was nothing.

Her lip quivered as tears began to sting her eyes, but she couldn't cry. Not when her mother was expecting her to change and put on an apron and help as she always did after school. She could silently mourn him tonight.

She let out a shaky breath. Did she even have the right to mourn him? She had never met him or talked to him. Everytime she thought of him recently was only to insult him or dismiss him entirely. No, she did not have the right to mourn him and she deserved to feel empty on the inside.

She put on a clean apron and slugged her way down stairs with a smile as she took over her mother's place at the register. Her mom kissed the top of her head and beamed at her with a thumbs up.

She never understood why so many people hated working retail, but now, she did. She had to force a smile and treat every customer kindly, all the while, she was dying on the inside.

A man had come in. Tall and insanely buff, a scar on his mouth. He ordered the cheapest pastry on the menu and handed her a wadded up yen. Her blood turned cold when their fingers brushed.

Her mother quickly took the money away from her as she gave her a quick command to check on the oven in the back.

She swallowed and listened to her mom. Her steps were quick as she pushed the double doors that led to the kitchen, she hugged herself.

It was him. It had to be him. That was the man who killed Gojo Satoru. She reached for a knife and gripped it tight. She should kill him. Her soulmate was dead and he was the reason why. She should try and avenge him.

Sheshouldsheshouldsheshouldsheshould-

The oven blared next to her. Her head snapped to it as the knife clattered on the ground, and with shaky mitted hands she opened the oven, and took out the fresh pastries.

Those were dangerous thoughts; thoughts she never thought she would ever have against anyone. She took off the oven mitts and looked outside the circle window of the kitchen - he was leaving and her mother was watching him like a hawk, even when the bell rang sharply with a muffin in his mouth as he walked outside with the rest of the crowd. She didn't know what possessed her to run after him, but she did. Maybe, all she wanted to know was why he had killed Gojo Satoru. Maybe, she wanted this man to kill her too, so she wouldn't feel empty inside anymore.

A blur of a conversation as the words tumbled out of her mouth: "Why? Why did you kill Satoru?"

She didn't register anything other than his gruff voice, "Ah, he had a soulmate. If I were you I'd keep that information to yourself from now on." Uninterestedly, he continued, "You wouldn't want the Gojo clan to know about you. No doubt, they'll try to marry you off to another member of the clan." and then, kept walking.

She didn't hear the interest in his voice when he said to himself, "But she would be worth a lot of money if I did take her to them." He would negotiate a price first to see if he was right about her being worth any money. He would worry about that later, right now, he had a star plasma vessel to turn in.

A sharp tug on her arm is all that stopped her from running after him again.

"______! What were you thinking?" her mother gritted out as she led her back into the bakery. Her mother's voice is strict and unwavering, "Go to your room."

And she did.

She tossed the apron on her desk and kicked her school bag. How was she supposed to live like this with the rest of her entire life half-full?

A sob violently escaped her.

This was how everyone else in the world lived, she realized.

Aching and alone.

Desperate and searching.

Wanted and unwanted.

Now, she was just like everyone else like she had always wanted. She supposed, she couldn't complain.

She laid in bed, wrapped herself in a blanket - trying to keep warm, but she doubted, she'd ever feel warm again as she cried herself to sleep.

She dreamt about Satoru. Flashes of a long chain, of red, of purple, of blood, of a crowd clapping, of someone wrapped in a white sheet, of a long dark hallway.

The universe was laughing at her again. Why else would it give her dreams about him?

An uneasiness settled into her bones. Someone was watching her. The grim reaper, no doubt wearing the face of her soulmate's assassin. If death wanted her, so be it.

She kept her eyes closed.

She saw herself sleeping soundly in death's gaze. She saw the time pass through her window changing from sundown to night as death continued to watch her intently.

Hours had passed.

00:57:39

She wondered at what specific time the grim reaper would take her.

1:13:01

Did it want her to open her eyes?

1:13:10

Probably.

1:13:15

The grim reaper has been patiently waiting for her.

1:13:17

Why keep death waiting then?

1:13:20

Her eyes fluttered open.

Beautiful, vibrant cerulean blue.

It was not death. It was -

"Satoru," she whispered.

"______," he whispered back.

Satoru was sitting down on the floor extremely close to her bed with his legs crossed while his hands rested neatly on his ankles. There was dry blood on his face and on his white dress shirt.

Her mouth moved but no sound came.

"You were crying," he said as he caressed her cheek soothing his thumb along the trail of stained lines that her dried tears had left, "alot."

So, he had seen everything.

She put her hand over his and gently rubbed circles.

Satoru scooted closer to her bed, "I didn't like seeing you cry," his hand trailed up to her scalp, "or frown," and gently ran his fingers through her hair.

He laid his head down on her bed and stared at her with those vibrant, sparkling eyes; eyes that could see everything she could never see.

She touched his cheek gently, "I didn't like not feeling you."

Her whole body shivered. Satoru was here, in front of her, and she was still cold.

"Are you still cold?"

She nodded.

Never letting go of her, he kicked off his shoes and climbed under the blanket with her. He wrapped his legs around hers as her arms wrapped under his uniform jacket.

With his hand still tangled in her hair, he said, "Better?"

His heartbeat had returned to her. They were beating in unison again.

"Better," she hummed. "You?" She asked.

His lips pressed softly on her forehead, "Much better." He tugged her in closer into his chest.

She smiled.

She was warm again.

@whatamidoing89 @mr-underhills-things

Part 1: what you see, i see

Part 3: you know i adore you

Part 4: i'm crazier for you

Part 5: baby, you're the life of the party

Part 6: something's made your eyes go cold

#toji stop trying to sell children for money challenge #is okay gojo kills him before he does anything #basically if you were wondering about the gojo clan comment then here is tldr: #seeing as reader is gojos soulmate they assume she can bear another six eyes and limitless curse technique user #or at least have a higher chance of there being another one born sooner rather than later unlike gojo being the first to be born in 400 yrs #so in the gojo clan she would be seen as valuable for that reason and would try to force her to marry someone closely related to satoru #thankfully that doesnt happen cause gojois alive and he busts out the micrsoft paint eraser on toji #if it did geto probably try and stop it from happening out of respect for his bff #gojo satoru #jjk #gojo satoru x reader #teen gojo #gojo x reader #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #hope you enjoy #gojo has not changed from his bloody clothes #was supposed to give a creepy but a peaceful sort of vibe at the end #But hey!!! they finally meet #part 2 #maybe a part 3??? #idk #this is no proofread #reader is a bit of crybaby #leave her alone she is trying her best #tumblr ruined the quality of the gojo gif so sad #like his eyes are glowing white instead of blue #thats is not how it looks on my google photos

[svtskneecaps]

i'm still stuck on the purgatories so here's a list of purgatory 2 moments simply off the top of my head that deserve to be remembered:

aimsey ducking all of axolotl team alone in a cave with literally half a heart

goose gang fucking descending on the raccoon base and absolutely wrecking shop

ethan crankgameplays clutching up for team panda during the capture the flag game by being the only one hanging out in the center and periodically checking the chests, earning them a shitton of flags and clutching multiple rounds

crow team's egg taking 0 damage

pac doxxing goose gang's egg in the last second

shelby shubble as the last member of her team online writing a letter to aimsey and sharing the world's most devastating ten minutes before her team was eliminated with one of the eye creatures (coco? i forgot lol)

badboyhalo absolutely fucking DEMOLISHING the battleship event on like 2 hours of sleep and a dream

wuant(?) stealing a tv from the battleship event and then playing portuguese ice age on it for the crows lmfao

tubbo djing for his team while waiting for the time for a goose gambit

theguill CRASHING THROUGH THE FUCKING CEILING of the raccoon team's hidey hole like the fucking kool aid man in a last effort to save his team and 4v1 or 5v1 ing team raccoon; he lost but that was such an epic fucking moment

theguill and etoiles pvping and each hyping the other's skills the entire time

seapeekay escaping cellbit and baghera and then stealing their boats and rocketing past to tease them about it; that shit was iconic

kenny going mad with power collecting sand on literally day 1

the english speaking squirrels taking actual physical notes on portuguese phrases (i think)

lgbtiba

i may add more this is an off the top of my head list but like got DAMN i like these events :D i like them a lot

#qsmp #qsmp purgatory 2 #qpurgatory 2 #there hope those filter for u fuckers #(/affectionate) #shut up vic #block game brainrot #if you can't tell my povs went something like this: #crab -> raccoon -> panda -> capybara -> goose -> crow #so i didn't watch all of them lmfao #i only spent a few hours with raccoon and crab; panda i caught all of #capybara and goose i mostly watched on their elimination day #crow i hopped into on the final day as well tho i'd been keeping some tabs on them previously #just not concentrated watching #i like purgatories :D #to be clear though i hope they don't run purg 3 until like november 2024 at the absolute EARLIEST #the staff is NOT at the point they can handle it yet lol not for a while #the fact that one of the ex devs said they were already talking about purg 3 was crazy #like i'm patient i'm not nuts let's cook this one #this is neglecting to mention the post-server close calls which are my favorite part of the event no contest #oh yeah and i also have issues w how some of the special events work #those need some tweaking it's not perfect by any stretch of the imagination #but i enjoy it :) it has good moments

[elliesbelle]

texts with domestic girlfriend abby

part 1

finally posting the abby text fic y'all asked for ♡︎ abby would totally be the gf who's always looking out for you and helping out and etc. (her love language is acts of service)

content warnings: cursing, mention of throwing up, mention of depression, mention of period (if you wanna imagine a reader who doesn't menstruate, just pretend that one doesn't exist ♡︎), mentions of getting cut (accidental), mentions of blood, jerry is alive in this au, slight nsfw content, minors do not interact

texts with gf!ellie found on my masterlist here

i have a ko-fi if you like my work so much that you feel compelled to tip me ♡︎

author’s notes:

now i want hershey's kisses...

lorde being reader's depression artist may or may not be inspired by real-life events (i mean she is one of several of mine, but listen to "liability" and tell me that's not an elite depression song)

ngl abby’s nickname “babby” was partly inspired by one of my students who loves sesame street but particularly the character abby who’s a fairy but my student is a little tiny child who pronounces her name as “babby” and it makes me almost cry from how cute it is every time she says it

#hope y'all enjoyed this! #abby anderson #abby texts #gf!abby #abby x reader #abby x you #abby x y/n #the last of us #tlou #the last of us part 2 #tlou2 #belle speaks #belle writes

[occidentaltourist]

bbc: Some sweet #Silvacre content for your FYP ❤️

#silvacre #suranne jones #rose leslie #vigil #the bbc making a silvacre fan edit was a pleasant surprise :) #i saw the streaming numbers for vigil 2 were very good (understatement) #which makes an s3 at least a possibility #if they can write a story suranne and rose would sign on for #i'm counting on what suranne said that the continuation of the love story is a big part of what brought her back #the series does a good job creating dramatic tension and conflict within a happy relationship that doesn't involve cheating or one dying #if they do a 3rd season i hope that continues #i mean the series started with amy in the worst possible place emotionally and psychologically so surely they wouldn't go there again #s2 with its wlw mlm solidarity/parallel storyline and giving us more insight into amy and how far she's come since s1 #on top of all the other things i liked this season (which i enjoyed quite a bit in addition to the ship) #at heart it's very critical of the british government and military/war machine and some reviews seem to have missed that part #anyway i'm pleased as punch that a prestige bbc drama has two women in love at its center and a lead as compelling as amy #and that it's pulling in the numbers even without the submarine and claustrophobia (admittedly a cool premise) #keep making the fanvids bbc social media team we appreciate you #queue

[kkoct-ik]

PLEASE ID LOVE REF SHEETS FOR YOUR SCARIAN..

I DID NOT EXPECT AN ENTHUSIASTIC RESPONSE ok :) here you go. i also annotated all the mental rules i have when i approach them i am So sorry about the tiny text

#kostik draws #this isnt actually all of it i had a layer for their alt outfits (eg. scar Clothed) but it gave me a headache #so if i ever do that itll be another time #enjoy my silly ref sheets i hope they give you an insight into my mind #again i reiterate i am not a character designer this isnt intended as a Scarian Design #its mostly just documenting how they get drawn in my art style because there are some distinct choices (or attempts at choices) i make #yaaayy #if i ever make the part 2 ill make it an addition to this post

[ajwild220]

Hi I just finished reading your "Trust me" Hero x Villain story and it's amazing!! Ik it's a oneshot but would you please consider writing a part 2 for it? Your writing really drew me into the scene and it was beautiful!! 💖💖

-Hello!! Thank you for my first request ever! I originally wasn't sure whether I was going to make another part, but here it is! Hope you enjoy it!-

Part 1

Trust me-Part 2

Hero stood there in the thick silence a slight curiosity growing in their core, wondering what in the world Villain was doing behind their back. One moment turned into two and Hero had to stop themselves from squirming, trying to grip onto the bravery they had offered so freely seconds before. Villain was so silent, so still, it was unnerving. Hero was just beginning to wonder if they should turn around again when warm hands encircled their wrists causing them to jump. The hands were instantly removed.

“Sorry—sorry” Hero offered a quick apology “I just didn’t know where you were.” Their words faded away as Hero hung their head cursing their actions. They had just made a declaration of trust, yet their body had so easily betrayed them. Silence followed making Hero fidget.

“You uhh” Hero looked up at the ceiling, “You can remove the cuffs now.” They paused. “Please.”

Still no response, Hero was beginning to worry that perhaps Villain wouldn’t carry out the offer at all, however a slight rustle came from behind and the weight of their nemesis’s hands once again rested on their entrapped wrists. Hero fought a sigh of relief.

The seconds ticked by and Hero could feel Villain examining the cuffs, tugging, adjusting, the occasional warm breath against their palms as an indication of Villains close inspection. Hero relaxed slightly, the whole situation catching up with them. They shifted their weight slightly from side to side, the sudden lack of intense adrenaline flooding their system leaving them weak and shaky, they really wished they would have accepted the meal henchman had brought in earlier.

“Hold still.” Villains quiet command made them stiffen. Instantly they stopped shifting, cursing how weak their knees felt beneath them. Hero tried desperately to revive the energy they had before but to no avail, they found themself taking a small step forward to balance from falling over completely.

One of Villains hands gripped around Hero’s wrists and the other around their forearm to keep them steady. Hero could feel the intense gaze of Villain boring into the back of their head.

“Sorry.” Hero offered, barely a whisper.

A beat went by before Villain rose from the chair hand still holding their cuffed wrists as their other hand came between Hero’s arm and body pushing against their waist. Hero squeaked yet Villain maintained the contact continuing to push against them.

“Move.”

Hero complied. Villain was acting more like themselves, less like a sheepish schoolboy and more like their usual confident bravado. Hero couldn’t determine if that was a good thing or not. On one hand at least they were in familiar territory, on the other hand Villain was a great deal more imposing a figure. A stray shiver went down their spine, Hero wasn’t sure how to deal with imposing right now. Whatever Hero’s feelings on the matter, Villain continued to push Hero until they were perpendicular to the other chair that occupied the room.

“Now sit down and hold still.”

Hero had no other option as Villain’s hand left their waist and aided them to sit sideways, legs dangling over one arm of the chair and restrained hands just resting over the other side. Villains’ grip slid to Hero’s bicep as they helped them to scooch closer to the back of the chair and not fall embarrassingly onto the carpet. Hero tensed slightly as Villains grip pushed uncomfortably against the hand shaped bruises left by henchmen however to Hero’s great relief Villain said nothing, merely shifting their grip.

When Hero was properly situated Villain backed up leaving a blush of nervousness tingling through Hero’s entire worn-out body. Everything Hero had grown to expect from Villain was flipped topsy turvy on its head, something Hero was not enjoying in the slightest. Sure, it was nice to be looked after, but the way Villain did it…surely butterflies were a horrible aid to the healing process. Hero gulped avoiding eye-contact trying with everything left within them to remember that the fluttering mess at the bottom of their stomach was fear and not something less sinister. Whatever this odd feeling was Hero didn’t like it, trying to dredge up memories about who was across from them. Their tongue ran over the cut on their lip and instantly the funny feeling disappeared. After all gentleness is not weakness, Villain was strong as ever and Hero thought it best to remember that they were still at Villain’s complete mercy.

Villain knelt on one knee posture still immaculate and in control as they held eye contact with Hero breaking them from their thoughts.

“What I am about to do is very precise. You have to let me work and not move unless I guide your hands to do so. If you do the cuffs are going to put out an electric shock. Nothing you can’t handle however it will not be pleasant and—” Villain pulled up Hero’s sleeve. Hero’s eyes widened at Villains observantness trying to tug their arm away. Their efforts were ultimately in vain. “It seems you have had a long enough day already.” Their tone was almost soft yet Hero could have sworn they detected an angry undertone as Villain examined the bruising already taking on a purplish hue on Hero’s arm. Hero stopped fighting it, it was pointless. It was clear Villain was going to check on them whether they wanted it or not. Hero didn’t know what to do other than avert their gaze, no matter how many times the more caring side of Villain showed itself it still took them off their guard.

Villains fingers gently traced the hand marks unintentionally coming over a patch of delicate skin. Hero winced and tried to cover it, eyes still trained on the ceiling.

“Please just get me out of these things.” Their voice was quiet, almost pleading.

Villain allowed Hero’s sleeve to fall back over the damaged skin and Hero could have sworn there was a hint of teasing in their tone.

“If you insist.”

Villain promptly disappeared from view behind Hero as their hands began to once again work on the cuffs. Hero took deep breaths trying to not concentrate on Villains touch and surprisingly it worked better than expected. Although it had an undesirable effect as Hero leaned their weight against the back of the chair in exhaustion. Their body was spent, all they wanted to do was close their eyes and forget this whole sticky situation, but they had to keep their guard up. They could feel their eyelids growing heavier the longer they had to remain frozen for Villain. They scrunched their eyes trying to fight it and bit their tongue in effort to remain awake, it worked for awhile until even the pain was beginning to be drowned out by the wave of exhaustion. Then all of a sudden

*Click*

The cuffs unclamped and fell to the floor with a soft thud. That was enough to wake Hero up. They stood almost too swiftly on their wobbly legs and brought their hands in front of them, rubbing their sore wrists out of reach of their enemy and savior.

Villain remained kneeling on the floor eyes examining Hero from afar as they reclasped the now empty cuffs.

“You’re welcome.”

Hero nodded, still rubbing their wrists absentmindedly.

“No ‘Thank you’? I thought heroes had better manners.”

Villain stood slowly but confidently from the ground once again towering over Hero. Hero swallowed and couldn’t help but glance at the door, Villain followed their gaze.

“You want me to leave hmm?” Their voice wasn’t angry, more amused with what they were thinking, “Alright. Mind your manners and I’ll leave. All I need are two little words Hero.” Villain grinned enjoying their little game.

Hero opened their mouth, but no words came as Villain began to stalk forward tossing the cuffs on the comforter.

“Come now Hero, I thought you wanted to be rid of me.”

They were growing closer, a dangerous smile on their lips. Hero refused to back up, refused to repeat being pinned to a wall. They were a Hero for goodness sakes, surely they could hold their ground. Hero began to doubt that fact as Villain stood right before them causing Hero to tip their chin back to look up into Villains eyes, fighting for some semblance of authority.

Villain reached up taking the end of Hero’s hair and twirling it around their long fingers. Hero clenched their jaw trying their best to offer a worthy glare at their opponent. Both stood eyes locked before Villain smiled and began looking all over Hero’s face, allowing the other to glare all they wanted. Hero’s cheeks began to burn with Villains close inspection and they couldn’t help but look away. Villain chuckled leaning in and causing Hero to go completely ridged as Villain softly whispered, warm breath hitting their ear.

“That’s just it isn’t it, too much of a Hero to show gratitude to a Villain.”

Hero instantly revolted, stepping back away from Villain like a spring wound to tight, a heavy scowl on their face. It was quite a short-lived rebellion however as Hero’s legs decided to completely give way beneath their passion. Hero braced to hit the floor, but the floor never came. Even with their eyes squeezed shut Hero registered a warm arm had snaked around their waist strongly supporting their precarious position. Their eyes fluttered open to meet Villains only inches away, it would have been a simple feat to move forward and bump noses. Villain’s eyes were an all consuming blue gazing so intently, Hero gulped trying to shift in their grip to no avail.

“I had thought better of you than that, Hero”

Heros anger grew, they were a Hero and they hated how helpless they had become ever since Villain had walked into the room. They hated being so afraid.

“Let me go!”

Hero fought Villains grip while trying to keep the distance between their faces.

“You know what I want first.”

“And you know what I want! Now let go.” Hero snapped.

Villains grip was tight, reprimanding yet still not hurtful. Hero’s breath was beginning to speed up, the lack of control blocking out their thoughts.

“Let me go, Villain!”

“Hero.” Hero stopped; the tone of voice Villain used sending nervous signals to their core. Villain was serious. Hero didn’t know what it was about that tone of voice but they knew they should respect it. They paused eyes wide and searching amid the vastness of the blue eyes before them.

“Thank you.” It came out quiet and timid, something that irked Hero deep down.

“It was my pleasure” The tone evaporated as Villain spoke calmly.

“N-Now let me go.”

Villain dropped Hero on their butt.

Hero shot a glare and scooted away as Villain chuckled at Hero’s bothered expression. In fact, Hero looked quite childish on the floor scowling as if they were a kindergartener whom had been denied sweets.

“If only I had a camera to show you how silly your face is.”

“If only I had my powers to make you leave.” Hero spat no humor in their comeback. Villain’s eyebrows rose almost imperceivably.

“Careful hero, I leveled the playing field when I removed the cuffs. Don’t think I won’t rise to the occasion. Just because I can clean your wounds doesn’t mean I don’t have the ability to inflict them.”

Hero had the decency to drop their challenging gaze. Now was not the time nor place.

A strained pause fell over them both before Villain broke the silence.

“I did say I would be going,” He turned swiftly and with a certain elegance strode towards the door making a point to pause “Thank you for your time, Hero.”

Hero shuddered at Villains perfect control as he went to turn the handle.

But the handle didn’t turn. It was stuck. Villains composure was rattled for no more than a second before he tried once more. His fingers flexed around the knob and wiggling and pushing with great effort before he let his hand drop.

“It’s locked.”

A statement, not a question, and the statement was laced with an ill guarded anger.

A note was thrust under the door and Villain watched it for a moment hands clenched before he rigidly stooped to grab it. Hero could see Villains face darken as he read the words and gulped as he crumpled the paper into a ball. In an uncharacteristic fit of rage Villain kicked the door with a yell of anger and hero flinched, subtly dragging themselves further away on the floor.

An ominous laugh was heard on the other side of the door slowly echoing into nothingness as Hero could hear footsteps disappear down the hall.

The room was completely silent. Hero gazed up at Villain who was composing themselves looking quite small but no longer childish as they stared eyes wide. Villain never got angry like that. Ever.

Minutes passed before Villain spoke.

“It looks like I will be staying here for now, my Hero.”

#my writing #snippet #spilled ink #hero #hero x villain #villain #villain x hero #hero and villain #heroes and villains #scared hero #hero flinch #bound hero #gentle villain #captured hero #part 2 #hero bruises #request #hope you enjoy #does anyone really know what to put in tags? #i should probably sleep

[robindaydream]

A Few Days After, Part 1

(some small SLARPG spoilers contained within)

(Part 2)

#SLARPG #Super Lesbian Animal RPG #Melody Amaranth #Allison Goleta #Claire Higsby #HERE WE GO PART 1 OF 3 #I have only been doing this and going to work for the past couple weeks so I hope you ENJOY #I think you can see me get better at drawing these characters as I go haha #they got faster towards the end so hopefully it won't be weeks until part 2 #fun fact the font I used for this is Si Kancil which is also the font I used for The Difference Between Us #art #shipping #furry #note that the title refers to being a few days after the events of the game not my previous comic #this one takes place before that one

[smoshidiot]

a small masterpost of my fave old smosh pics:

#some of these are obv older than others #a lot of these are well known but some are scraped from like the 2006 smosh site #i hope you enjoy! #i might make a part 2 if i find more good ones #smosh #ian hecox #anthony padilla #ianthony #shut up.txt #beardier half #not your girlfriend

[rush-the-stars]

CIELO GOD GOD GOD GOD

happy new year vic <33333

gender neutral reader x war god morax/zhongli

cw: blood. biting? the reader is a captive of war. um maybe out of character morax....but im picturing him younger in his long life. a lil more hot blooded. you know.

***

the sun is a bloody dash in the sky. an open wound from the heavens that turns the world crimson and russet.

it's fitting, for a day like this, with so much fighting, so much bloodshed.

the blood of gods gleams gold. it covers you. you are stained in it and in those last, burning rays of the sun, you shine and shimmer.

some of it is your own. most of it is not.

you sit primly despite it, with your knees tucked beneath you and your back straight. you sit serenely with your head poised in a graceful upward tilt— a refusal to surrender the last thing you have now; your pride. your knowledge.

you know something he doesn’t.

and, at the end, you have the pride and knowledge that you almost bested morax the dragon. morax, the god currently winning the archon war. morax, who has finally captured you.

your hands are bound with stone he'd (painstakingly) created. you feel the heat of their power, humming, burning into your skin. it is an attempt at subduing your own divine abilities.

when he appears before you now, he is dressed in black armor. his hair is bound up in a high ponytail, which reveals the chiseled lines of his face. the dragon scales along his temples gleam like precious stones. dark horns curl atop his head proudly, the dragon of this land, with his eyes like the center of the molten earth.

"tell me where you've hidden it."

his demand is met with silence.

you hold his gaze.

more silence.

it stretches long and thick between you.

you let it grow.

he lets out a heavy sigh eventually. and then he moves closer, only to stand over you.

you fall into his great shadow.

"you've lost. you're lucky i didn't kill you." he says and his voice is surprisingly gentle, low and smoky, a rumbling that settles somewhere deep inside you. "and now you can help me win this war and end it."

you turn your face away from him and he is met with your profile. more silence.

"stubborn little god, aren't you?" he hums and it is just shy of wry.

you tilt your head up, gaze focused away from him still, on the camp ahead. his camp of allied gods and mortals and adepti. you focus on the world beyond, as if you might see the hills of heather further on, or the sea itself.

"you'll save lives if you tell me where it is."

you want to look at him and ask why he thinks you'd help him—why his mortals should mean anything to you? why should you want him to win and end the war? but you force yourself to continue to gaze away, to bite back any words threatening to break free from the cage of your mouth.

and then there is a touch at your jaw, careful, almost delicate, as his fingers curl themselves around your face.

he forces you to look towards him, eye level for a moment with muscled thighs beneath onyx armor. and then he pulls your gaze up to find his own, smoldering gold in the evening sun. like the blood you're covered in. like the blood he has washed from himself.

"since you don't feel like talking, then listen to me well."

his thumb caresses your jaw the way a lover might. a careful pass over your skin.

"we can do this peacefully or with great difficulty. i am prepared to offer you freedom if you agree to join me and help me end this war; which is far kinder than i've been to many other gods that have been in your position now. or i will banish you to the dark sea and find what i need on my own.”

“how magnanimous of you.” you finally sneer.

calmly, he says;

“i thought so, too.”

you lurch forward like you might try to strike him, but the binds around your wrists constrict sharply, burning into your skin.

you cry out.

he steadies you.

“easy,” he murmurs, crouching finally to be on your level, face to face. “it hurts, doesn’t it?”

you feel heat in your face; humiliation or frustration. deep, horrible anger. and pain. searing pain that slips up the sinews of muscle in your arms. it tangles in your shoulders, sends pulses of anguish over your back, all over.

you don’t answer.

“i made them especially for you.” he admits. “i made them months ago—long before i caught you.”

“what makes you think i’d help you?” you bite out.

“your desire to be free?” he asks, “the promise of my protection and aid?”

"i don't need your protection—"

"no?" he asks lightly, "you were bested. you are captured."

you jerk your head away from his touch. his hand falls away and he stands again. he gazes down at you.

you snarl, "you are the only one who has done that. before you, i had not been—"

"then consider it protection from me. if you work with me, i will not harm you."

you inhale sharply. your anger constricts around your rib cage like a massive snake. your body aches with it. how dare he—

you force back another rash attempt at striking him.

instead, you gaze beyond him again, as if you could see the future now alongside those heather hills or swirling sea. you wrestle your anger until it will allow you to speak clearly.

you lift your voice and the breeze carries it, laced with venom;

"when i am archon, you'll beg to serve me loyally.

but i will curse you to live beneath the earth and you'll wander in an endless, dark maze. every time you believe you near what you search for, it will change before your eyes, and again you will wander. you'll search for eternity, never to find it.

once in a millennia, i will visit you, and i'll tell you this maze is your protection from me."

you turn to find his eyes. a fissure of heat—the air is charged and sharp with the tang of divinity. a bristling. you think his eyes darken, pupils narrowing to the slits of a reptile.

when he calls out, voice rising to that of a general, you catch the flash of sharpened teeth, "prepare the prisoner for transportation."

immediately, soldiers surge upon you.

"are we preparing them for the dark sea?" one asks.

morax stares hard at you.

"no," he says and when they pull you to your feet, you think about running. you think about shoving them off of you. you wonder how far you'd get or if stone binds would seize and paralyze you.

you wonder how well he had to know you to create them.

"where to then?" another soldier asks.

"to my quarters at the other camp. i will join you." he says.

momentarily, you are stunned.

"sir, are you sure—"

"make haste." he says simply, and then he steps to you, towers over you, even at your full height while standing now. and when he speaks again, it is softly and could be his own curse to you;

"the god isn't to leave my sights. i'll see to all of their needs from now on."

"i'll make your life hell." you promise.

his smile is almost amused, but his eyes are smoldering embers.

he lifts his hand to brush a stray piece of hair from your face. his voice is even;

"just as you'll be archon?"

this time, when you lash out, you turn and sink your teeth into his hand. you bite to break skin. his blood floods your mouth.

(you have already gotten a taste, now you want it all—)

he wrenches his hand away, examining it, lifting it to his face to gain a closer look. it burns gold with his blood which slides down his wrist, over the slope of his forearm. he flexes his hand, the muscles jumping, strong and proud. your ring of teeth marks is like a halo along the meat of his hand.

"when i make you a muzzle, should i call it protection for me or for you?"

"i hope my bite scars you." you hiss.

he lifts his hand higher to the scarlet sun, bathes it in light. you catch a flash of fang from the corner of his wry smile.

"i hope it does, too."

#idek anymore!!! #you must understand i think morax is a little bit of a shit #just a little smug or arrogant at points maybe? #mostly to his enemies #especially when hes younger #me to me: no you shouldn't write a part 2 to this drabble where he bathes the reader of all the divine blood #anyways hope you enjoy <3333 #cielo writes! #cielo's writing! #zhongli x reader

[osamusriceballs]

Kinktober Day 29 <3

Suna x public sex

Warnings: NSFW, fem reader

Words: ~ 1,8 k

Kinktober Masterlist II -> Last day

"You can't-"

Your legs press together, his cock now tightly squeezed between your thighs. You see yourself in the mirror, clad only in the lingerie that he chose for you. A black and white compilation of lace, one that reminds you of his old high school uniform that he often gives you to sleep in.

"But I'm doing it right now, aren't I, doll?" His hands wander from your hips to your sides, rubbing the exposed skin until you feel warm all over.

"We're in public-" you weakly protest, already succumbing into the way he's touching you so gently. Suna knows how to push your buttons; he knows how to get you all worked up for him.

"You just need to keep quiet. Can you do that for me? Keep those pretty little noises inside?" His lips touch the back of your neck, and you see his eyes attentively watching you in the mirror, gauging every single one of your reactions. He can read you like a book, not needing any encouragement, but knowing exactly what you want just from analyzing your body language. "Can you?" He repeats when you don't respond, and you softly nod as an answer, not trusting your voice to come out steadily. "Good. Such a good doll for me. You look so sexy in that lingerie." His hand comes to the flimsy pair of panties that barely hide your pussy, his fingers tugging playfully on the material until you feel it stretching over your clit. "Rin, no- it's gonna rip-" you lowly protest, laying your hand over his to stop him from pulling harder, even though you want nothing more but to feel more of that friction. Or at least feel something that will help to ease the ache between your legs.

"It's not worth buying then," he dryly comments, but stops tugging and you let out a low shriek when the material snaps back on your skin. His cock rubs between your legs when he lazily thrusts his hips, your thighs pressing together even harder at the sudden friction on your clit.

"Rin-" you while, your hands pressing harder against the mirror when you push your ass against him. "Shh. I though you can stay quiet for me." He raises an eyebrow in a teasing manner- and under other circumstances you would have swatted his hands away and pouted until he kisses you to make up for it.

"It's kind of hard to stay quiet when your cock is between my legs." His hips thrust once again, a deep, strained breath leaving his lips at your words. You know that he loves it when you're vocal like this. "Oh, doll, that's not even close to what I will do to you. You should know better." His hand comes up to your chest, his fingers tracing the lacey pattern of the bra while his gaze roams over your body, no hurry in his movements and actions. You know that he doesn't really care about the fact that there could be other people in the shop, hell, there even could be people in the dressing room next to you and he wouldn't care. An assistant could come up to you any second, banning you from ever entering the shop again, if she knew what you're both doing on there, but you know that Suna won't stop until you're both satisfied, no matter what happens.

"Pull them down for me. Slowly." He whispers in your ear, pulling his hips back until his cock no longer pushes between you legs and his chin rests on your shoulder. Your heartbeat speeds up and you hesitantly reach for the dark material, being fully convinced that there is a stain on it already. You hook your thumbs into the hem of the panties, keeping eye-contact with Suna through the mirror while you slowly pull them down your thighs and let them fall down to the ground. You know that you're wet already, eager for him to touch you more, but he keeps one hand on your side while the other plays with your tit, his gaze fixated on your exposed cunt. "Hm, look at you. Even prettier without them on." He compliments while his thumb firmly rubs your nipple, eliciting a small moan out of you.

You arch your back into him, your eyes half-closed while you watch his hand caressing your body and softly holding you. "Can you- Rin, please, fuck me," you whisper, doing your best to keep your voice down, and he smiles at your attempt to lower your voice. "Can't deny my pretty doll face anything when she begs for my cock like that." He softly kisses your cheek before his hand moves to his cock, pumping himself slowly and spreading his precum all along his length. "Can't wait to feel you around me." He groans, two of his fingers pinching your nipples at his words, and you let out a moan- so loud that you wearily glance towards the curtain on your back, but much to your relief, no one comes to kick you out.

"You want me to prep you, doll?" His cock halts at your entrance, the tip barely dipping into your wetness, and you know your knees would give up if he wasn't pressing you so hardly against the mirror. "Just put it in. Rin, please fuck me," you beg, still trying to keep your voice as low as you can, and he groans and slowly pushes his tip inside. "So wet for me. Wet from having my cock rubbing between your legs. Such a dirty slut for me." His voice right next to your ear does something for you, and you let out another low whimper, just a tad bit louder this time. He tenses at the sound, pausing his movements when his cock is only half inside. "Gimme a hand here." He suddenly grabs your hand from the mirror, and you yelp when your face is pressed against the cool glass, your breaths making it foggy and harder for you to see his pretty face. You feel his tongue around your fingers though, licking a long stripe along two of them before he presses the digits against your lips.

"I want you to suck on these fingers while I fuck you. Pretend it's my cock. Make them nice and wet for me, doll." He rasps against your ear, and you desperately pant and clench around the tip of his cock when you slowly bring the fingers inside your mouth. You taste his saliva on your tongue, making sure to make a show of how you swirl your tongue around them before you put them into your mouth and he lets out a low groan when he sees how you suck eagerly on your fingers. You feel his chest heave against your back, his hand on your hip tightening his grip for a second before he abruptly pushes further inside of you until he's fully sheathed inside. Your walls flutter around him, you feel so warm and wet and welcome around him, and he finds himself pausing for a moment, enjoying how you clench and writhe in front of him while you suck on your fingers. Such a lewd sight- only for him.

He doesn't waste any time before he pulls his hips back and quickly pushes them forward again, making sure to hold your body steady to go deeper. Your breath is erratic, just like your heartbeat, your pussy throbbing for him, aching to have him fuck you, to have him touch you more-

"Don't worry, doll, I'll fuck you how you like it. I know what my little cumbucket needs," he hisses through gritted teeth and then he finally starts fucking you. His thrusts are slower than usual, for no doubt his measly attempt to keep quiet, even though you know for sure that the sound of skin slapping against skin can be heard in the next cabins. They are more powerful and harder than usual, his grayish eyes carefully observing your reactions until he sees how your face contorts in bliss. That's when he keeps angling his hips in the same way, knowing that he found your sensitive spot, and he will make sure to reach it every single time that he thrusts inside of you. You feel the heat coiling in your stomach when he fucks you just right, just how you need it. You're being used like a sex toy- and you love every single second of it.

You stiffen in front of him, feeling the warm glass against your cheek when he hits the same spot again and again, and you know that it will not take much more to make you cum. You whine against your fingers, slightly biting down to muffle your moans, and you feel how your legs tense even more when you're close, so close to reach your high-

"C'mon, doll face. Cum for me, and then I will fill you up. You like that, don't ya? Being full of my cum, walking home with my cum dripping down your legs." There is a need in his voice that makes you go feral, and you meet his thrusts with your hips, knowing fully well that you can't hold back much longer. His hands grab your hips tighter, and you gasp for air when you feel him so deep inside you-

Your thighs clench together when you suddenly reach your high, a particularly strong thrust sending you over the edge easily. You whine around the fingers, trying to stay as quiet as you can, but you can barely focus on staying quiet when you feel him tense too, his arms grabbing you almost painfully hard at this point when he cums, the hot liquid filling you up and painting your walls white. Your eyes roll back at the feeling, of being so deliciously full of him while you both remain motionless, just your ragged breaths escaping you while he holds your limp body up.

You know that he would usually praise you and massage your stiff limbs- he doesn't seem like it, but Suna is definitely a master at aftercare- but now he simply kisses your bare shoulder, only a few quiet words reaching your ears, like "love" and "pretty". You shiver in his arms, your mind slowly getting clearer, and you notice that you have drooled quite a lot around your fingers- much to your embarrassment, but a mischievous glint in Suna's eyes tells you that he definitely enjoys seeing you like this. You hesitantly pull your fingers out of your mouth, your jaw slightly aching from being kept so widely opened for so long.

Suna slowly pulls his softened cock out, not caring much about the thick droplet of cum that drips down your thighs and onto the new panties, much to your horror. His lips curl into a smile when he sees your reaction, and he leans down to reach for them and he soon holds them up with a triumphant huff.

"C'mon, doll. Get dressed while I buy the set..."

He suddenly slaps your bare ass, and you shriek as the sound echoes through- probably through the whole shop. "Rin!"

"...and then we can go home. I want to rip it off for real this time."

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #suna #suna smut #suna x reader #I'm so late sorry sorry T.T #I'll make sure to post the final part on Thursday #I definitely didn't plan on making this so long #I thought it would be 1 k max #and now #almost 2 k :o #ANYWAYS! #I hope you enjoyed it! <3 #I headcanon that Suna is actually very vocal in bed #like whispering dirty things in your ear #and he has the prettiest moans #when he feels like moaning #go down on him though #and he is a mess #HOPE YOU'LL HAVE A GREAT WEEK! <3 #the fall out boy concert is on wednesday #I'm really excited #might post some pictures and stuff here #since it's my first bigger trip alone

[salamander-crimes]

goldblood nepeta, + her lusus! spends a lot of time on virtual pet sites and getting into arguments on soldier purrbeasts rp forums

#homestuck #nepeta leijon #bloodswap #my art #this was originally gonna be pretty messy but i think i accidentally put more time into it than equius? whoops #anyways hope you guys enjoy the long-awaited part 2 to my bloodswap au #did not mean to take so long but that's just how it is lol

[unimaginativebepisenjoyer99]

kitty cat strangetown 🐱🔭💚👽

#my art #digital art #artists on tumblr #fanart #ts2 #ts2 fanart #the sims 2 #ts2 simblr #cat au #part 2 baby!!! hope you enjoy :P

[mirx-xko-offical]

You wanted asks, and in here to ask, what about Ruggie getting sick because he overworked himself, and the reader/mc takes care of him and goes a few of his tasks for him, I think it'd be really cute!💚

So sorry for how late this is😭

I already had most of this written but Tumblr and google docs did me dirty n' shit by not saving it.

Here it is now though<3

Overworked!

Tired/Sick!Ruggie x Worried!GN!Reader

TWs: Mainly fluff but mentions of medications is included!

(Story underneath cut!)

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"Eh, Ruggie? you're up?"

"Yep..."

"I'm so sorry for waking you!"

"Quiet down jeez-..."

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[Name] has always been the worried type. While, Ruggie was about the complete opposite, usually not having a worry for the world unless you're someone he'd consider close. So every time Ruggie has overworked himself, [Name] would be there to help (not without worrying first ofc).

[Name] looked over to the beastman, seeing how tired looking and hearing how raspy his voice was. This wasn't the first time Ruggie had seemed this way. In fact [Name] saw this quite often nowadays. Ruggie tried to avoid them seeing him this way but he always seemed to fail.

"Ruggie!" [Name] called for him, chasing after him as he started to run upon hearing his name being called. "Get back here! You shouldn't be running!" [Name] continued, trying their best to catch up.

Once Ruggie thought he'd lost them, he turned a corner just to be tackled by the said person. "Aha! Looks like I gotcha! Are you okay?" [Name] asked as they pinned the poor boy down.

"I'm fine." He tiredly responded to them, his dry voice wasn't helping him at all.

"You don't sound fine..." [Name] looked at him suspiciously which made him more nervous by the second. "You've been overworking yourself again, haven't you?" [Name] leaned in to get a better view of his face, making him redder than before.

"Psshhh~ Of course not. " Ruggie blew it off as he pushed [Name] to the side, allowing him to sit up. He still tried to play it off as if he was fine but his back seemed to be sore from the way he got up. "I told you that I wouldn't overwork myself anymore."

"Nice try Ruggie. I can tell that you're all sore and tired." [Name] gave him a glare before dragging him back to his feet. "You're going to go rest and that's final." [Name] stubbornly stated as they grabbed his ear, leading him back to the dorms.

"You're gonna make me more sore with the way you're draggin' me." Ruggie complained as he rubbed his ear, giving [Name] a pouty look. "Plus I'm fine, I don't need rest." He said in a rather mocking tone which led [Name] into shoving him into his room, holding the door closed.

"You're gonna stay in here whether you like it or not!" [Name] replied as they finally felt Ruggie's struggle end, sighing before letting go of the door handle. "Now. Just so you don't get in trouble any, I'll be doing your work today." [Name] smirked as they walked away, heading out of the dorm to their next class.

After classes ended [Name] couldn't help but let out a long sigh, equally exhausted as Ruggie. "How can he do all of that? I can barely make it through a day.." [Name] slowly dragged themselves to the Savanaclaw dorm, heading to Ruggie's room to check up on him.

Knocking on his door without a answer, [Name] quietly opened the door, peeking inside to see medication on his rather messy desk and him laying sound asleep in his bed. "Good, he's sleeping." [Name] whispered to nobody as they walked into the room, not bothering to shut the door.

"Why are you back in here?" [Name] jumped at the sound of Ruggie's slightly deepened voice and the feeling of his hands wrap around their waist.

"Eh, Ruggie? you're up?" [Name] turned to see his half asleep expression.

"Yep..." Ruggie sleepily responded, dragging [Name] close enough to where he could rest his head on their back.

"I'm so sorry for waking you!" [Name] apologized panicked, turning around to face him.

"Quiet down jeez-..." Ruggie's ears flattened as they yelped an aplology.

"Right, right sorry." [Name] whispered as they bent down to hug Ruggie back, resting thier head between his ears. "How are you feeling?" They decided to ask, looking down to him.

"Tired." He mumbled, nuzzling his head into their chest. "I bet you are too." He guessed as he lifted an eye to them.

"You're correct-" Just as [Name] answered, Ruggie dragged them into the bed, holding them close. "R-Ruggie!-" [Name] whispered again, surprised as Ruggie squeezed them.

"Just sleep." Ruggie grumbled sleepily as he loosened his grip, allowing [Name] to breathe again.

"Alright then..."

I didn't realize how much love Ruggie got until I posted ideas for him-

Tysm pookie for the ask though! Again I'm so sorry it's late. I'm currently working on a part 2.

Also you guys might just get some Incorrect quotes later ;)

#Ask Mirx! #disney twst #twst x reader #twst x you #twst #twst ruggie #ruggie x reader #ruggie bucchi #ruggie bucchi x reader #i'm so tired #Part 2 will be a café scene ^^ #hope you enjoy #i'm going to bed now #lol