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cybertronic69 · 7 months

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:p savage starlight

you and ellie, for some reason, never got along very well. you would say you two pretty much hated each other. ellie would say you're the prettiest thing she's ever seen the same. and today you two got paired up for patrol.

warnings: enemies to lovers , loser!ellie , nerd!ellie , sub!ellie , nipple sucking (e!receiving) , clit rubbing (e!receiving) , thigh riding (r!receiving)

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"come on! we gotta go..." ellie is impatiently knocking on your door. when you open it with a grumpy expression, she sighs. "hey, dumbass, we're patrolling together today."

"why the fuck do they keep pairing us up together?" you mumble as you start to walk with ellie right by your side.

"don't know, don't care, i could just go without you." ellie says and that's an absolute lie. patrolling with you is the best part of her week. she doesn't want you to know that. you just roll your eyes at that as you both keep walking in the streets of jackson.

ellie stays silent for a few seconds. "i just realized something. you suck" she blurts out like you asked.

"oh, yeah? why?" usually you'd just ignore her but today was a boring day so she might as well be useful and entertain you.

"yeah." she stated plainly. "i can name a thousand reasons why you suck."

you let out a snicker. "go on..."

"alright. number one. you're an annoying little shit with a punchable face." ellie blurts out with a bland expression. she was hoping this could get a reaction out of you. like some curses being thrown at her. she was kinda into it. she also doesn't want you to know that. you chuckle at her words. you think she's actually kind of funny. you dont want her to know that.

"number two. you're always making dumbass statements that piss me off." ellie's eyes are focused on every little movement of your face.

"really?" you raise an eyebrow "name one."

"well for starters, when we first met you said that a dinosaur with horns called 'triceratops' was a unicorn." she narrows her eyes at you.

"who cares..." you let out a dramatic sigh. "they're all fucking dead anyways"

"i care. number three. i want to punch you in the face when you give me that dumb look of yours." she says, rolling her eyes.

you snicker. you really do give her a dumb look sometimes. pisses her off. at least that's you think. "anything else?"

"of course. i have a list of your habits in my notebook that annoys me." she snarks.

"i think you a crush on me ellie... did you ever think about that?" you whisper in teasing tone and give her a smug grin like you just got her.

"god no. number four. the way you walk pisses me off." she's not looking at you this time.

"just admit it... it's obvious you're obsessed with me." your eyes sparkle with mischief. "didn't you just say you write about me in your little love diary or whatever?"

"notebook. i said notebook." she says as her breath starts to hitch.

"yeah, yeah... notebook, diary.... whatever" you roll your eyes. "doesn't change the fact that you think about so much that you have to write about it."

she turns a bright shade of red and suddenly stops walking. "can you... just shut up? your voice is annoying. that'd be number five."

"that's pathetic, you know that? you liking me" you tease as you watch her face getting even more flushed.

"dude. i dont like you. i literally can't stand you. shut up." she mumbles as she looks away.

"ok. so you totally despise me, right?" you whisper as you slowly walk closer to her.

ellie feels like she's about to pass out. you smell so good. your skin looks so soft. your lips- "y-yes." she stutters. "i hate you." she can't even look you in the eyes anymore. her gaze is glued to the ground.

you can't help but chuckle. god, was she a mess. "yeah?" you hold her chin with your index finger, making her look at you. ellie blushed profusely. she was unable to utter any words as she look up at you, her face flushed.

"pussy." you whisper against her face.

she turns her head away again and closes her eyes hard. "shut up." she mumbles.

"can't even admit it to yourself..." you gently caress her cheek. "tell me the truth."

she stays silent for a few seconds and takes a deep breath. "...i've liked you ever since you said that a triceratops was a unicorn."

"that's cute." you smile at her. it wasn't a mocking grin like she'd usually get from you. it was a true soft smile that made ellie's heart beat faster.

"um... shut up..." she mumbles awkwardly. she can't belive she just said that to you.

"is that the best comeback you could come up with?" you gently brush her hair out of her pretty face.

ellie blushes at your soft touch and finally looks up at you again. "maybe it is. i'm not very good with comebacks. or anything, really."

"you were good at roasting me back there." you twirl a lock of her hair in between your fingers. "but i guess you had a lot of time to think about it beforehand..."

"yeah. i... to be honest.. i think about you a lot." she whispers and closes her eyes at your gentle touch. oh, she was cute. her cheeks were still pink and her pretty lips were slightly quivering from the tension in the air.

you gently press your lips against her cheek. "what do you think about?"

when she feels your soft lips on her skin she really really has to try her best to hold in a moan. "well usually, i think of, uh." she seems hesitant to say anything."i think of how pretty i think you are." she continues, now looking up at you. "sometimes, I think about how much i want to kiss you."

the corners of your mouth slightly curl up in a little smile. "yeah? what else?"

"i uh.." ellie is speechless for a moment. then, she begins to speak quietly. "i think about how much I love hearing your voice."

"i'm pretty sure you said my voice is annoying..." you tease but a soft smile is still plastered on your face.

ellie looks down at the ground. "i mean...your voice is annoying when you say stupid things." she teases back, in a attempt to hide her blush. despite her best efforts, her face was still red. "but, your voice sounds pretty when you say certain things."

"what things?" you start to trace little invisible circles on her cheek.

"well, um.." she begins to whisper, softly. "your voice is pretty when you say my name."

"really?" you press a kiss on her cheek. "ellie." a kiss on her forehead. "ellie." a kiss on her temple. "ellie." a kiss on her chin. "ellie..." you stop right in front of her lips.

she couldn't speak for a moment, as your touch made her even more flustered. "yeah... it's pretty when you say it like that." she whispers softly.

"do you want a kiss?" you whisper in a tone just as soft.

"what-" she's taken aback by the question, and she feels herself blush even more. "uh, yeah?" she managed to whisper, very quietly. you gently lock lips with her, and ellie instantly moans when she feels your hot tongue against hers. she gently holds your face with her hands as you caress her hair during the kiss. when you both pull back out of breath, you see her lips wet with saliva as she's trying to recompose herself. she looks way too cute... you're only human. you get closer to her again and gently suck on her bottom lip.

ellie let out a noise in between a groan and a whimper at this. "can i... can i have another one?"

"yeah... you can... later... when we're back... " you plant a soft peck on her cheek and start walking. "there's something i want to give you."

she looks extremely flustered with all of this. "oh... okay." she tries to hold back a smile when you offer your hand to her. she takes it. "what is it that you want to give me?"

you couldn't wait. "just walk..." you say in a soft voice.

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"uh... make yourself at home." ellie awkwardly says as the both of you get to her room. that was your idea, of course.

"nice place..." you whisper as you look around. comic books, video games and little action figures were all over the place. god, she was such a nerd.

"thanks..." she's nervous and you can feel it. you have to do something about that.

"oh... savage starlight, huh?" you dont know who the fuck savage starlight is but ellie, on the other hand, has tons of these comic books lying around.

her eyes shine. "oh yessss!" she smiles excitedly at you. "do you read that too?"

you shake you head and can't help but smile with her. so cute. god. "no... is it cool?"

ellie grabs a few comic books and pat the spot on the bed next to her. "so cool... here. let me show you" when you sit by her side, you notice a pair of glasses at her nightstand, and your heart beats faster. she wears glasses. oh. my. god. ellie notices you looking. "ah yeah... i have to wear those when i read... helps with headaches."

you grab the glasses and gently put it on her face. "since you're reading now..."

ellie blinks and swallows hard. "y-yes... so savage starlight..." she starts talking. "it's about her adventures in space... i like it because starlight is pretty cool." ellie then turns to you, tilts her head, and adds in a small whisper. "kind of like you." she said and then continued. "also..." you had to fuck her. all that talk about her nerdy stuff, and how she looked with those glasses, and how her fingers traced the pages of the comic book, and... "...and then she discovered like... a way to travel faster... with a jump drive..." ellie keeps talking and don't even notice your lustful gaze at her.

you lay your head on her shoulder and pretend to pay attention the comic book. "a jump drive, els?" you whisper softly.

"yeah... and the bad guys are called the t-" her voice cracks when she feels you planting a hot kiss on her neck." the travelers...."

"yeah? what else?" you bury your face on her neck.

ellie takes a deep breath. "they're like... aliens..." she bites her lip hard when she feels another kiss on her neck. "a-and... they want to..."

you sit in her lap, straddling her thigh. "they want to...?"

she stares up at you with the most miserable look ever known to man plastered on her face. "...want to destroy... the earth..."

you start to firmly massage her shoulders that are really tense. "so savage starlight is going to beat them up?"

ellie presses her lips in a thin line, scared to let any noises come out. then she starts talking again. "yeah... her name is daniela star... she's... a doctor..."

"hmmm..." you peck her jaw.

"and... and then..." she takes a deep breath.

"and then what?" you slowly start to move your hips on her thigh, back and forth.

ellie's hands immediately get to your hips, and she buries her head on your shoulder. she takes another deep breath. god, you're evil. "and then... like... the travelers have this technology..." you suck hard on her neck, and she groans. "and... starlight... is now friends with..." ellie's voice is whiny, shaky, and breathy. "...with this one guy... he's the captain of...." you slide one hand down her body and cup her pussy. "....nngh... a... s-spaceship..." she shuts her eyes hard.

you lick your lips. "spaceship, huh?" you squeeze her chest as you bite her neck.

ellie digs her fingers into your hips. she's panting, her face is hot and she feels like she's about to faint. "....u-um..."

"keep talking, els... im interested..." you smile against her neck.

"t-the spaceship... crashes... but they survivenngh...." her voice turns into a whine when you start to rub your clothed cunt against her thigh even harder. "o-oh... i... i like the-the way... i-i, i-i like... i-i like th-that you're u-up on m-me... right now."

"yeah? you like it? can i make you like it even more...?" you press a kiss on her ear. "hm?"

"y-yes... yes please..." she whines. you lock lips with her, and ellie lets out a noise again. you're full on feeling her up now, your hands touching, cupping, and squeezing every part of her body.

"is this okay?" you whisper softly as your hands start to slowly lift her shirt up. "how far can i go?"

she takes a deep breath so her words won't be sloppy. "you can do whatever you want with me..."

you feel your pussy clench at her words. "whatever i want?" you whisper in a breathy tone. she was getting to you.

ellie nods. she wrap her arms around you, bringing your body even closer to hers as you're in her lap. "anything..."

"i... wanna take this off..." you gently tug at the hem of her shirt. "and maybe this too..." your fingers trace the buttons of her jeans. ellie nods again, eagerly. she takes her shirt off, and your gaze is now glued to her small, perky breasts. "oh..." you take her pink hardened nipple in between your fingers, and she whimpers. "god..." your mouth starts to water. you push her back in the bed, still mounting her hips. "els... you're too pretty..." you take her nipple into your mouth and gently suck on it. ellie mewls. her hips start to buckle up against yours. she has never felt anything like this before. of course, she would rub one out from time to time... maybe every night... when you sat too close to her... and she could smell the scent of your shampoo... and your knee accidentally touched hers... she had no choice. it's your fault. somehow she'd always end up there, in her bed, late at night, biting the pillow with two fingers moving back and forth inside her tight cunt. but it never felt this good... "els..." you whisper and she looks down at you with glossy eyes, her glasses almost slipping off her nose. "wanna fuck you..." she can't even say anything anymore. she just nods eagerly again as little gasps escape her lips. your body is completely on top of hers, you hips lined up with her left thigh. "lets do it like this..." you start kissing her neck again as your hand slips under her jeans. "raise your thigh..." ellie is complete mess right now so it takes a while for her to take your words in. she raises her thigh, pressing it against your cunt. "mmh...yes... im gonna fuck myself on your thigh... and touch this pretty pussy of yours, ok?" you whisper breathlessly in her neck.

ellie whimpers at your words. "y-yes... so... g-g..."

you whimper with her. "so good, right, baby?" you're pressing your clothed cunt against her thigh and gasp when ellie moves her body with you, her arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. ellie is a whimpering mess when you slowly start to rub her little clit with a light amount of pressure. her hips are trembling and she has her face buried in your neck, her lips brushing against your skin. you're desperate. it feels too good to be close to her like this. you wanna make her cum. you wanna cum. and just like that, like she was reading your mind, ellie presses her thigh even harder against your pussy and you moan. you quicken the pace of your fingers on her clit and she cries out. her veiny hands grip hard on your hips moving them on her thigh. you cry out too.

ellie starts babbling. "want... you to... fucking... sit... on my face... wanna taste your pussy... so fucking bad..." she rolls her hips against your hand.

"yeah?" you whisper in breathy tone cause now you can't stop staring at her pretty lips without picturing them wrapping around your clit and sucking it.

"nngh... yeah.... so bad..." she grunts. "oh fuck... im g-gonna cum" her eyes are tearing up when she throws her head back. "cum with me... please..." she whimpers.

you nod desperately as you grind you pussy against her thigh even harder, the fabric of her jeans rubbing right on your clit. "im c-close, els..."

"shit... are you?" she whispers with the same desperate expression as you. "please, babe... cum with me..." she grabs your ass and presses your pussy against her thigh even faster. you bite her shoulder when you feel your orgasm hitting you and that was all ellie needed. she came hard on your fingers with a loud curse leaving her lips. you're both panting as you take your slick covered hand off ellie's jeans. her gaze is following your every moment so when you take your fingers inside your mouth and moan she moans with you. you kiss her lips with your fingers still inside your mouth. it's kinda nasty... and disgusting... and everything else on the book but ellie doesn't mind. in fact she seems very eager to do more of these nasty things with you in the future. and so are you.

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#i ❤️ loser!ellie #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams x y/n #tlou 2 ellie #tlou #tlou 2 #ellie williams smut

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beskarandblasters · 17 days

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My Rose, My Pretty Flower

Abby Anderson x F!Reader

Ways to help Palestine

Main Masterlist | Abby Anderson Masterlist

Summary: While traveling to Santa Barbara, you and Abby stop in an abandoned house and hit the jackpot; finding a brand new rose toy.

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: canon divergent (no Lev), reader is able-bodied, pretend the rose toy existed before the Outbreak, sex toys, oral sex, fingering, squirting, pet names, no use of y/n

“We should stop soon. It’s getting dark,” you say, stopping and putting a hand on your hip, wiping the sweat off your brow.

“We could hole up in one of these houses,” she says, gesturing to the street of abandoned houses you’re about to turn onto.

You’re almost to Santa Barbara. The grueling, multi-month-long journey is about to wrap up. Only a few days left to go. But for now, you’re tired. Your feet hurt. And you’re pretty sure you could fall asleep standing up.

“Sounds good to me.”

She draws her gun, crouching down, and approaching one of the houses on the corner. It’s a small house, one level. It looked like a cute starter home for a family or a young couple before the Outbreak.

“Stay vigilant,” she says,” slowly opening the door.

There doesn’t seem to be anyone here, nor any infected. And after a sweep through of the house, she confirms that you two are indeed alone.

You pick up a picture frame on the kitchen counter and look at the couple in the photo– a young man and a young woman. You try to not think about their life here, what they were like, where they were on Outbreak Day.

“Ready for bed, baby?” Abby asks, her strong arms wrapping around you.

You set the photo down and lean into her. “Yeah,” you sigh.

“I raided the bathroom and took some stuff,” she says, letting go of you and leading the way to the bedroom.

“Oh yeah? Got anything good?”

“Bandages… dental floss.”

“Not bad.”

“And I found something else… in the nightstand,” she says, sitting on the edge of the bed and opening the drawer.

“Oh?”

She holds out a pink box with a rose on it. Under the clear plastic, there’s a rose inside the box, too. And when you take it in your hands see that it’s not just any regular rose– it’s a sex toy. The box reads:

ROSE TOY CLASSIC SUCKING VIBRATOR

-10 Massage Modes -Waterproof -Rechargeable -Easy To Clean

But the most important thing the box says is:

-Comes Fully Charged

“What are you suggesting?” you smirk, handing the box back to her.

“How about you put on a show for me, pretty girl?”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” you say, kicking off your shoes and pulling your shirt off over your head. You strip yourself nude and get on the bed, reveling in the feeling of lying on something soft and not on the forest floor for once.

You spread your legs as Abby opens the box, turning on the toy to test out the different settings. She gets in between your thighs, lowering her head to hover in front of your pussy. It’s already getting wet but she licks your clit, moaning at you and your taste. After getting you properly lubricated she takes the toy on one of the lowest settings. Your breath hitches in your throat. You’ve never felt something like this before and Abby knows that.

“Don’t worry, we’ll take it slow,” she coos, watching your legs flex and your chest heave up and down. “Besides, I want to tease you anyway,” she adds with a smirk.

A shiver runs down your spine. You feel yourself already getting close. But wait, how is that possible?

Almost as if she senses that she turns down the toy to a lower setting, not letting you cum just yet.

“Not so fast,” she says.

You whine in response, your back lifting off the bed.

“I said I wanted to see a show, pretty girl,” she reminds you, bringing her fingers to her mouth. She moistens them for you but doesn’t give them to you just yet. She wants you to cum with just the rose first.

“You’ll get my fingers when you cum, baby,” she says.

But for that, you need more, a higher setting.

“Please,” you whimper, “I need more.”

“Well… Since you asked nicely like such a good girl,” she says, turning up the toy by two settings.

You grip the sheets, squeezing with your might as your orgasm threatens to spill over. It’s one like you’ve never felt before, intense and euphoric. Your cunt clenches around nothing and your core muscles spasm as waves of pleasure wash over you.

“That’s a good girl,” she says, watching your eyes close and your mouth open into a soft O.

She gives you time to ride out your first high before turning down the toy again and sliding in her fingers. Your face feels hot. Stars dance in your vision. That was amazing. And she’s about to do it again, but this one is going to be even more intense.

Her fingers curl against your g-spot, expertly making a come here motion. The toy keeps stimulating your clit, working you up to your second orgasm. You’re already feeling spent but you want this one more than anything. Besides, you’ll have heavenly sleep after this is all done.

“So wet for me, baby,” she says, fingering you faster. Her other hand turns up the toy, letting you get used to a particular setting before turning it up again and again. And finally, you’re at the highest setting. Wetness seeps out of you and runs down your inner thigh. The small bedroom is filled with wet, squelching sounds of your pussy and the strong vibrations of the toy.

“Give it to me, pretty girl.”

And then you cum for the second time. This one was harder and wetter. So wet that Abby gasps and says, “Baby, you squirted.”

She sounds excited, continuously curling her fingers inside you and lowering the toy until it’s turned off. She pulls her fingers from your cunt and lowers her head in between your thighs, lazily lapping up every last drop of your spend.

You close your eyes, letting her take her time until she lies on the bed next to you, pulling you close.

“Go to sleep, baby. You earned it after that.”

“Already on the way,” you yawn.

“Love you,” she whispers.

“Love you, too,” you whisper back, drifting off to sleep in her arms.

The morning light seeps in through the window, hitting your eyelids and slowly waking you up. You rub your eyes and sit up, looking over at Abby sleeping soundly beside you.

You should probably get a move on, taking advantage of all the daylight you can. But in just a few days you’ll be with the Fireflies and it won’t be just the two of you anymore.

So for now, you lie back down and enjoy it being just the two of you for once.

Fic notifs: @beskarandblastersfics

Dividers: @saradika-graphics & @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x f!reader #abby anderson #abby anderson smut #abby anderson fanfic #abby anderson fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction

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luvv4choso · 10 days

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✿ SHUT UP BEFORE I KISS YOU ✿

[•~badboy!toge inumaki x goodytwoshoes!reader, fluff~•]₊˚⊹

[•~synopsis: skipping class with your rebellious boyfriend once couldn't hurt?~•]

"toge! wait!" you holler, as the blonde haired boy drags you across the school. toge didn't listen though, as he continued to take you two to the back of the school. "we're gonna get caught!" you whine. you couldn't afford to have a single offense on your record. you were working so hard to get into the top college, and couldn't risk loosing it all just because of your boyfriend, toge.

toge didn't have the best reputation at the school. he was on the quieter side, but don't let that fool you. he was always known to stir up trouble left and right. always getting into petty little fights, or smoking blunts with his other jerk friends. most students at the highschool often feared him, not wanting to get into drama with him. because it was a known fact that if you had an issue with toge inumaki, you were not getting out of it in one piece.

what surprised all of jujutsu high was when the two of you officially became a couple. for starters you were the usual goody two shoes. always following the rules to a T, always studying and preparing, and you would never dare get involved with anything remotely bad. you were what most kids aspired to be. you had the perfect academic life ahead of you. but what is someone so kind and smart doing with a guy so careless, and risky?

so here you two were, toge was walking you to class, or that's what he had told you. but you noticed that he walked right past the hallway of your class. and then the bell rung, making the two of you tardy. it was the first tardy you've gotten the whole year too. so as you frantically whined to toge, babbling about "my record will be ruined!!, toge please let's just go to class!!" he continued to lead you across the whole school. he found your complaints cute rather than annoying.

"cmon just skip w me this one period" he cooes, his hand giving yours a little squeeze of reassurance. you shake your head frantically "w-what if we get caught??" you panic, thinking about the mass amounts of trouble you would get into. toge chuckles "relax baby, I got you..." he affirms, "plus the administration sucks anyways, they won't be able to catch us." he adds on, leading you to a random empty hallway

it was a no brainer that toge was a pro at skipping class. he knew all the hiding spots, the best hallways and lies if you two did get caught. knowing this you felt a little better about the situation, but you still were hella anxious. toge smirks as he notices you were still very scared.

"you know I wouldn't let anything happen to you right?" he hums, arms around your waist as he looks into your eyes. "right now I need you to trust me Y/N" he affirms, a hand tucking some hair behind your ear. you nod slowly "you promise no one's gonna get us? you know if we do get caught, I'll get in so much trouble" you ask "and I don't want you to get in trouble either, toge" you respond, arms around his neck. the innocence in your eyes evident as you looked right back at him. oh the way you were so responsible and smart. the way you were so innocence just made toge wanna corrupt you even more

toge smiles "promise..." but just as toge finished his sentence, the sound of heels clicking on the cold tile floors echos nearby, the keys jingling along. your heart dropped at the sound and you frantically look at toge, awaiting for his decision. toge quickly grabs your hand, leading you two to the nearest janitors closet. the moment was going by so quickly you couldn't even process what was going on.

the doors of the closet open wide quickly as toge slams them open, hastily shoving you and himself inside. he shuts the doors close swiftly, before looking back at you. the closet was narrow and slim, not giving the two of you much room to move around in. so you two were pushed up against each other. so close toge could feel your frantic breaths on his neck.

"so much for not getting caught?!" you scoff, crossing your arms. and you continued to ramble on about how this was all a bad idea. and how you two were screwed. toge rolls his eyes at your panicked state. you notice he wasn't listening and huff loudly. the footsteps get louder and louder. the drop in your stomach intensifying, your heartbeat was racing and your breaths were rapid. toge on the other hand was calm. he knew the admin would simply walk by. but with the sounds you were making it may cause them to get suspicious.

toge leans in, his breath leaving cool sensations on your neck as he whispers cautiously in your ear. "y/n, I need you to be quiet right now." he commands, the footsteps still echoing in the hallway. you were appalled by his command. how could he expect you to stay so calm while your whole future could be at risk right now?

"calm?! you want me to be calm?! I'm sorry but-" and then boom. toges lips crashed onto yours, cutting you off. you close your eyes and feed into his kiss. the sensation of his soft lips interlocking with yours. you were now focusing on him and him only. toge's hand raced to your waist, the other caressing your face. you let toge push you up against the closet. what started as a soft simple kiss was soon escalating into a heated makeout session. and as your arms wraps around his neck, the sound of the footsteps fade away.

you pull back from the kiss, a string of saliva connects your lips. you whisper softly in his ear, "I think we can go back out now..." you say. toge looks back at you, eyes half open as he reawakens himself from the tranquility that kiss brought him. toge sighs and brings you closer to him, your body now directly next to his, as he whispers hoarsely, "nah we can stay in here..."

#jjk x reader #jjk #jjk toge #toge x reader #toge inumaki #inumaki x reader #jjk fluff #toge fluff #inumaki toge #jjk inumaki #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen inumaki #inumaki x you #toge x you

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deepestnightcolor · 11 days

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☾ ʜᴏɴᴇʏꜱᴜᴄᴋʟᴇ ☽

ᴀ/ɴ: So...I have been wanting to become better at writing oral, and I have decided to mess around with some bachelors and how they would do it; here is the one I wrote Sam. If you are interested in any other bachelor, feel free to let me know, I have starters for most of them already, LOL- Anyway, thank you for your time and enjoy!~

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Sam (SDV) x afab!Reader

ᴡᴄ: 751 words

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: nothing much. afab!Reader receiving oral, teasing, greedy Sam, slobber, hinting at over-stimulation. Short but sweet.

The blond had already pinned you to the bed before you had even been able to finish asking if he would ever consider eating you out.

Impatience had gotten the best of him almost immediately, full bodyweight resting on the soft blanket, as he kept your legs open with quivering hands. He had been waiting for this for ages, but hadn't wanted to push you into anything you didn't want. But now, he finally had you where he wanted you. Lying on the bed with your pants somewhere in the room, legs spread for him and his face between your thighs.

A groan escaped your boyfriend as soon as the prospect of eating you out was just in reach. Greedily, he pressed his pierced, drooling tongue against your clit.

He hadn't quite thought about taking your panties off yet, but he just couldn't focus his thoughts on such a task. He needed to get to you now, and that didn't allow time to remove the thin fabric.

Blue eyes staring up at you, the tip of Sam's tongue poked at your clit, rubbing the fabric against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

The gasp he coaxed out from you due to such simple actions made his head spin; the pulsing he felt through the cloth going straight to his already hardening cock. Fuck, Sam just absolutely loved your sweet little pussy; loved how it would swell up for him when his fat tip fucked into you, his hand smacking and prodding at your clit while his balls slapped your skin raw. He loved how it sucked him in when he teased you with just the tip, he loved how it squelched with wetness when you were at his whim. And now he would get to fucking taste you. Another moan escaped him, sucking you through your now wet panties. The whimper he dragged from you was unholy, and he fucking drank it right up, devouring it and basking in it.

"Sam," you groaned, the blond paid you no mind. He was busy wettening your panties with his greedy mean tongue, poking and teasing you, lapping at you, but just not quite there despite him slobbering all over you. It had you absolutely desperate, desperate enough to reach down and at least pull your panties to the side.

The moment Sam's tongue came into contact with your bare, wet cunt, he was sure he could bust a not solely from eating you out. His brain simply shut off, and nothing else but you, your pretty and delicious pussy, and him existed. A tear dripped down his cheek as he nuzzled his face as far into you as humanely possible, his eyes rolling back into his head as he huffed in your scent. Three desperate, long, pathetic inhales to hammer your scent into his brain.

"Sam, please," you whined, your hips bucking up to get to feel the pierced muscle again - and who was Sam to deny you?

He definitely wouldn't.

Groaning, he began to lick and lap at you, tongue trying to get as much as possible onto its taste buds while his lips worked to suckle out even more of you. His abuse on your clit started up again, piercing grinding against the sensitive area, soliciting whines and moans from you that only made the pit Sam had fallen in deeper. He wanted to die here. Suffocate while tasting and smelling nothing but you.

He didn't even notice that his nails were digging into your skin so hard that you would bruise tomorrow, eagerness to milk you for your very last drop far too overwhelming. His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked lightly, eyes flickering up to you. Your brows were scrunched together, and your lips were parted as you tried to let the string of moans escape that seemingly cut off your airflow, but failing miserably.

He let your clit slip from between his lips, just to suck it in again, one hand flying to pin down your bucking hips.

He wasn't done with you, and he didn't care if you could hold still. He would make you.

"Sam-"

No answer from the blond as his tongue tried to find every spot, mouth busy making out with your cunt like a man starving. It had your head reeling, your heart pounding. But even as your orgasm rocked through you, there was no stopping Sam.

He was going to suck you dry until there was no more honey to taste.

#sdv #stardew valley #stardew valley fanfic #sdv sam #stardew valley farmer #stardew valley smut #sdv fanfic #fanfic #sdv sam x reader #smut

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piratecaptainscaptainpirates · 3 months

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For the 1k fics…Stede promising Ed that he does look cute in the potato sack and that it doesn’t make Stede like him less

Ooh this is so SWEET!

(Pretty much always taking prompts for 1k word fics! Won't do them all but if I'm inspired they're getting written!)

Stede and Ed were back together. Great!

They were taking it slow. Okay!

They were taking their time getting comfortable with each other again. Fine!

They were, maybe, being a little bit careful with each other, still. Understandable!

The only problem was that Stede was, maybe, just maybe, laying it on a teensy bit too thick. There was a point where flattery, especially when obviously untrue, started to feel too much like mockery.

Now, Ed could admit to his little vanities. He made sure his hair always looked great, and he always smelled nice, and his fingernails were always perfectly manicured. And that was for him, it wasn’t just for Stede’s sake, but, like, he also knew Stede wasn’t blind. Ed knew he was a bit of a snack, and really, after everything they’d been through, it was only right that Stede called him hot every now and again.

But he didn’t. He called him beautiful, and adorable, and precious, and Ed was kind of getting fed up with it.

He was still walking around in a fucking potato suck, for fuck’s sake! He wasn’t sure if Stede was trying to get back at him for the whole ‘marooning the crew and tossing most of his possessions overboard’ thing, but he was beginning to suspect Stede was making fun of him, and he fucking hated that feeling.

Still, genuinely, truly, Ed had not meant to snap at him.

But he was getting a bit fed up with the whole probation onesie thing, honestly. He’d agreed to it because he’d wanted to make sure the crew could see that he was willing to do what it took to make things right, but the onesie had started getting annoying pretty much immediately. It had only been a few days, but the damn thing was itchy, and he felt like he couldn’t even let Stede hug him because it felt so scratchy against his skin, and he looked stupid.

So when he passed Stede on his way to go fix something up in the cabin, and he blew Stede a little kiss and wink, and Stede gave him this huge smile and said “you look so pretty this morning, Ed,” well…

It kinda hit a nerve.

Ed rolled his eyes. “Lay off, man. It’s not funny anymore.”

Stede frowned. Like he thought Ed hadn’t caught on. “What?”

“I don’t look pretty, I look like I’m wearing a potato sack,” Ed snapped. “It was funny the first time, but you really don’t have to make fun of me, I don’t think it’s funny anymore -”

“Oh, Ed, no!” Stede gasped, stopping dead in his tracks. “Fuck, do you think I’ve just been - what, mocking you?”

Ed might have miscalculated. The horror on Stede’s face looked way too genuine.

“Uh,” he said. “Did you not mean to do that?”

Stede gently took the toolbox Ed had been carrying from his hands, sitting it on the floor so he could turn Ed to face the wall. Ed’s eyes flicked away from the little mirror in the hallway, until Stede hooked his chin over Ed’s shoulder, bonking his cheek against Ed’s to get him to look straight ahead.

“What do you see?” Stede whispered.

Ed swallowed uncomfortably. “Some old fucker wearing a stupid potato sack?”

Stede tutted softly. “I see the prettiest man alive, Ed. The cutest, most handsome -”

“Stede, seriously.” Ed looked down at the floor rather than meet his own eyes. “It’s - I’m not cute, man, you know that.”

“You’re adorable,” Stede said earnestly. “Can I show you?”

It felt a bit too much like being split open. Ed nodded anyway.

“Well, your eyes, for starters.” Stede beamed at him, so bright Ed had to smile back. “You have the biggest, prettiest eyes. I could spend all day just staring into your eyes, if you’d let me. And your nose - fuck, Ed, I lose time thinking about your nose.”

Stede playfully tapped the tip of Ed’s nose with his finger, and Ed giggled.

“Your beautiful hair.” Stede gently twined a stand around one finger. “It’s like starlight, Ed. And your neck…”

Ed tilted his head to the side so Stede could kiss the side of his neck.

“You’re precious,” Stede said, earnestly. “You’re beautiful, you’re so pretty, you’re stunning. I daydream about new words I can use to describe you that might come close to doing you justice.”

“Sap,” Ed said, his voice coming out a bit watery.

“Mhm.” Stede kissed his cheek.

“Even in the stupid potato sack, though?” Ed glanced at himself in the mirror, catching the tail end of the unbearably lovesick expression on his own face as his eyes flicked away from Stede. “You don’t think I look-”

“If you’re about to say anything other than ridiculously attractive, then no, I don’t,” Stede grinned. “You could wear anything at all - or nothing at all, really - ”

“Hm, we could try that later.”

Stede rolled his eyes. “No matter what, I’ll think you’re beautiful. Do you understand?”

Ed thought back to that fond, loving expression on his face. He hadn’t known he could look like that.

“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I think I’m starting to.”

“Good.” Stede pulled away, taking Ed’s hand. “Want to help me reorganize the library? We’ve got six books now, and I’m thinking we might want to sort them by color this time.”

“No, man, alphabetically is the only way!” Ed bent to pick up his tool box, holding Stede’s hand more intentionally. “I’m telling you, that’s how they do it in the big, proper libraries. Read about it once.”

“Seems time-consuming.” Stede looked back at him, his smile softening. “And Ed, by the way? You really do look pretty today. I wasn’t joking.”

Ed’s knee-jerk reaction, still, was to deny.

“Yeah,” he said, instead, squeezing Stede’s fingers. “I know.”

Huh, Ed thought as he followed Stede back to their cabin, unable and unwilling to stop the smile spreading across his face.

Ed Teach, pretty. Adorable. Cute. Precious.

Imagine that.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd fic #my fics

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nancywheelersgirlfriend · 1 year

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could u write a fic where nancy fully finds out what happened to robin and steve under starcourt

here u go, beloved anon. thank u for waiting so long and so patiently <3

so much braver (than i credit u for) (2,029 words)

T.W. implications of sexual assault, canon violence

The wear and tear were hardly visible in the summer sunlight - that's where Steve thrived, with his tan skin and admittedly nice chest and excellent swimming skill - but now, sat in front of his parents’ campfire with his head against his fist, he looked decades older than he really was. Nancy held her roasting stick tentatively, the marshmallow threatening to collapse into the fiery pit below as she distracted herself in tracing the shadows that fell underneath his eyes. In the harsh light he looked almost in a constant state of grief, with heavy eye bags and lines along his forehead, lips pressed in a thin line and hair limp from the heat.

Robin sat beside Nancy, the two having commandeered the foldout loveseat upon arriving in his backyard. She was expertly placing two roasted marshmallows onto their respective graham crackers - one burnt to all hell and one barely cooked. She passed one to Steve, who had his hand open and waiting as if second nature to accept food from Robin. He liked his barely cooked, apparently.

Eddie was nearly passed out in the lawn chair across the fire from them, a few purposeful feet from Steve after a day spent trying and failing to get a summer job. Surprisingly, nobody wanted to hire the assumed leader of a deadly cult. Robin suggested using it as a resume builder. Nancy suggested changing his name and trying out the next town over. He had his arms folded across his chest, a bit of marshmallow stuck to a long curled strand that Nancy didn’t have the heart to bother him about picking off.

Steve seemed to be contemplating shoving the entire smore in his mouth in one go.

“You alright?” Nancy asked, immediately wincing at both the lack of tact and impersonality of her question - they’d known each other long enough to forgo conversation starters like that. “You look, um.”

“You look like shit,” Robin helpfully interrupted, sucking off a bit of marshmallow from her finger and generally being the bane of Nancy’s existence. Steve looked up from the smore as if he’d forgotten they were there completely, a little look of shock on his face.

“I’m fine,” He said, but his tone of voice was anything besides reassuring. “I’m, uh, just not getting much sleep lately.” Nancy nodded, fully prepared to drop the whole awkward thing anyway. Clearly, Steve didn’t want to talk about himself or his well-being - he hardly ever did.

“Me neither,” Robin agreed. She took a bite of her burnt-as-hell smore, wordlessly taking Nancy’s stick from out of her loose grip and holding it patiently over the fire for her.

“Thank you,” Nancy whispered to her side. Robin knocked their feet together in acknowledgment.

“I haven’t slept since 1983, honestly,” Steve added, and while he was laughing as he said it Nancy didn’t take it as a joke.

“I have trouble sleeping too,” Nancy admitted to the both of them, hoping to coax them out into the open. Steve and Robin were a bit like frightened animals - make them talk about their feelings too much and they’d scurry away. Deer in headlights type. She had to be gentle. “I dream about - Barb. And Fred.” Just saying their names still made her choked up. Nancy ducked her head into her sweater, prepared to blame her watery eyes on the heavy smoke from the campfire. As she sniffled into the fabric, Steve hummed in neutral agreement.

“I dream about the mall,” Steve said. Beside her, Nancy felt Robin move her whole body to nod.

“You saved my life,” Nancy said, smiling wetly as she remembered both t-boning Billy’s precious sports car seconds before he flattened Nancy into the concrete. “With Toddfather.”

“That was, actually, a highlight of the night,” Steve said, laughing a little in reply as he bit into his smore. “Perfect, Rob.”

“Did you expect anything less?” She asked, pulling back Nancy’s stick just as it was beginning to catch fire. If smore-making could be a job, Robin would be making six figures, no doubt. It was little things like that that made Nancy love her so heartbreakingly. Even watching her do something as simple as making her a smore with the correct amount of chocolate and graham made her heart try to pull itself out of her chest.

“In most of my dreams,” Steve said, face grounding itself as he tapped a careful thumb against the top of his smore. “I’m - um. I’m back in that room.” Nancy frowned in confusion, taking Robin’s offered smore robotically as she looked at him.

“That room?” She asked. “What room?”

“We never told you?” Robin replied, a little surprised and a little cautious - Nancy’s heart began a steady descent down to her sneakers. What the hell had they not told her?

It was hard to check in on everybody, especially after that night. She and Jon had been so in the dark about everything else - and the hospital, god. She hadn’t allowed space in her brain for anything else, which she could admit now was a little selfish. Still, Nancy had never asked. And Robin had never said. Certainly, Steve hadn’t. She hardly knew a thing about his childhood, despite dating him for two years and being one of his closest friends for another.

“I know you guys got messed up by some Russians,” Nancy said quietly, surveying both Steve's and Robin’s faces. In the firelight, they looked eerily similar - almost haunted. “But I don’t know the details. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” Robin reassured her, hand coming to pull her waist in close and squeeze the outer pocket of her jacket. “We forgot to tell you. I guess it never came up.”

“Who wants to talk about it, anyway?” Steve said, mostly to himself. He took another bite of his smore as uneasy silence fell on the group. Nancy felt terrible to push, but her journalist curiosity got the better of her.

“So - what did happen?” She asked. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“It’s fine,” Robin replied. Nancy watched her make eye contact with Steve, and they proceeded to have a conversation with only slight twitches on their faces. It was the innate ability that came with being best friends the way they were. “You know about the elevator, right?” Nancy racked her brain, then: yes, a hazy recollection of Erica explaining how they’d ended up in the underground base in the first place.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Well, after they set off the alarms and figured out we’d broken in, we all rushed into a backroom,” Robin began, eyes firmly set on the fire. As if she were embarrassed to tell Nancy - or nervous to see her reaction. “Dustin and Erica managed to get themselves into the vent system, to try to get out - but Steve and I had to hold the door to give them enough time. We were grabbed by a bunch of Russian guards and spilt up for interrogation. They kept us there for hours.”

“They beat me so bad I nearly died,” Steve cut in, teeth gritting against each other as if the words were forcing themselves out. Nancy noticed his empty hand, the one not holding his smore, was balling into a tight fist against his leg. “They didn’t believe me when I said I wasn’t working for anybody - they just kept hitting me over and over and over again. I couldn’t breathe, it hurt so bad.” That’s why his face was messed up so badly. Nancy couldn’t help her mouth from dropping open.

“When they brought us back together, I thought he-” Robin cut herself off, gasping as she suddenly realized she was crying. “Jesus, I. I’m sorry. I thought Steve was dead.” The last three words were mere whispers as if saying them to the air made it all more real. Nancy took her hand. Steve’s fist immediately unfurled to take her other, stretched beside the fire to grip with a fury she had never seen before. Robin continued to stare into the fire, unseeing.

“Did they beat you up, too?” Nancy asked. Robin let out a little breath through her nose in careful excess at the question.

“No,” She said quietly. “Well - they did. But not as bad as Steve. It was only in reaction to - when they dragged me in there, I was wearing my Scoops uniform. You know, it’s a pretty shitty outfit for espionage, yeah? And - my skirt - I thought they were going to - so kicked one of the guards in the face, and that’s when they beat me up. But they mostly left me alone.”

It was difficult to pin down exactly what Nancy felt at that exact moment. At first, it was cold horror at the steady, small implication of what Robin was saying; what those guards would’ve done to her, had she not been as ready to fight back or them not as lenient in letting her alone. But horror gave way quickly to a tidal wave of fierce, untamable anger. One that roared in Nancy’s chest and took over her whole being, face reddening with intensity and hand gripping Robin’s with white knuckles.

“Nance,” Robin chided. She looked away from the fire finally to make eye contact with Nancy. “It’s okay. I’m okay. You don’t need to break my hand.”

“Sorry,” Nancy choked out, releasing her grip only slightly. She was worried if she let go, Robin would float away - or worse, be dragged back down to the depths of the mall.

Steve’s face, in comparison, was a steady, heated anger - just as angry as Nancy, but none of the surprise. He’d known about this. Perhaps the entire time. Nancy desperately wished he’d said something, but on the same thought acknowledged it was all within Robin’s jurisdiction. At least she was telling her now.

“And then they drugged us,” Steve said. “And almost took off one of my fingers as a torture tactic.”

“Luckily Dustin and Erica came in then,” Robin finished, shaking her head and smiling despite the tears in her eyes. “The fucking idiots. I could’ve killed them if I had been able to stand up.”

“Horse tranquilizers,” Steve told Nancy, a similar smile on his face. The silence returned for a second or two before Steve was all but collapsing into Robin, pulling her into a tight hug that she returned whole cloth. Nancy stayed on the loveseat as the two best friends stood up for a better angle, gripping each other as if holding each other together. She rested a careful hand on Robin’s back and let her girlfriend fall against her shoulder, emotionally and physically exhausted, when the hug finally broke.

“I’m sorry,” Nancy said, because there was nothing else to say. Steve finished the rest of his smore and looked back into the fire. It seemed some of the shadows, while not entirely going away, had gotten a little lighter. As if the words they had spoken were floating off in the smoke. Robin looked about ready to fall asleep. “I wish I had been there.”

“I am so fucking glad you weren’t,” Robin said, voice muffled. She tucked her head against Nancy’s shoulder and shut her eyes. When Nancy managed to stop looking at the beauty that was her girlfriend in the firelight, she looked back at Steve.

“You can fall asleep, too,” Nancy offered. “I’ll keep watch.” Steve gave her a wiry grin and suddenly he was sixteen again, and the butterflies in her stomach awakened just enough for her to give him one in return.

“Thanks, Nance,” He finally decided, leaning back into his chair and tucking his hands into his jacket pockets. “It’s over, yeah? Like Rob said, it’s okay. We’re okay.”

“I don’t know what to do,” Nancy admitted, carding a careful hand through Robin’s choppy bangs. Steve’s smile grew as the fire winked.

“You’re already doing something,” He said, gesturing to Robin and her prone position against Nancy’s shoulder. “You’re something, Nance. That’s enough. That’s more than enough.”

Nancy, once again, blamed her tears on the fire. Steve didn’t say a word about it.

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blenderfullasarcasm · 9 months

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TimKon fanfic starter/prompt:

Kon woke up, immediately whacked his head on <i>something</i>- he wasn't at the farm, but it took him a few more seconds to remember where exactly he was.

Which was kind of excessive, because it really shouldn't have taken him three whole seconds to figure out he was in a cramped metal box, hands tied behind his back and a glowing green collar around his neck.

Was this what a concussion felt like?

Weird.

He was gonna have to be nicer about shooting down the questionable plans Tim came up with while concussed. Honestly, it was a miracle they were even a little bit coherent.

...What was he doing again?

Kon shifted slightly, and the ropes binding his hands behind his back dug into his wrists.

Oh, that's right. He was trying to escape --

...Wait, they'd actually used ropes? Like, actual ropes?

Kon was a little insulted. He didn't rate handcuffs or zip ties?

He might not have been able to use his superstrength, but he was still pretty strong compared to a baseline human. Ropes -- even ones with five braided strands -- couldn't hold him forever, especially now that he was awake and raring to escape.

...If only he could get his body to cooperate.

His brain felt sluggish and foggy, like it was slogging through a swamp. His limbs weren't responding right, his fingers clumsy and numb as he tried to finagle his way out of his bonds.

Precise movements weren't happening, so he had approximately a cupcake's chance in a communal kitchen of untying the knots.

Next option: brute force.

Yanking his wrists apart and straining the ropes until they broke worked way better than trying to make his fingers cooperate. It took more effort than he was expecting, though, and there was a sting in his biceps that meant he'd probably pulled a muscle, which was going to suck in the morning.

He also had rope burns, which was a new and exciting experience for him.

Some of the fog surrounding his brain started to fade as soon as the ropes snapped and dropped to the floor beneath him. He shook his hands out, aiming some jazz hands at exactly no one just for fun, and tried to figure out what do next.

The walls around him were made of metal and seem to be screwed together pretty tightly, as far as he could tell. He didn't have super strength - the Kryptonite in the collar around his neck was suppressing it - but he considered punching it anyway.

Luckily, someone started prying the box open before he had to resort to probably breaking his hand.

Light broke through the widening gap, blinding him for a split second as the lid opened. He squinted and tried to shield his eyes (looked like they'd taken his shades, ugh), and a shadowy figure kindly moved to block most of the light, a set of lock picks dangling from their fingers.

"Hey, SB," Tim said. "How's it going?"

Kon could have kissed him.

"Oh, y’know." He shrugged (faux) casually, folding his arms together so Tim wouldn't see the rope burns around his wrists. "Just waiting for my Prince Charming to show up. What took you so long?"

"Rounding up my knights and the white horse," Tim said dryly, giving him a Look that told Kon he hadn't hidden shit but that Tim wasn't going to comment on it right that second because there was something more important. "Hold still, I'm going to get that collar off you."

"What, you don't think I look good like this?" Kon tried to shoot him a winning smile, but it felt a little shaky around the edges.

Tim rolled his eyes behind his whiteout lenses -- Kon could sense it -- and set to work picking the collar's lock. "You always look good, Superboy."

Kon definitely did not blush. His cheeks heating up had to be an effect of the Kryptonite. Definitely.

"You'll look even better wrapped in a blanket on the couch," Tim muttered under his breath, then tsked in annoyance when something in the collar clicked. "Hold still."

Kon held still.

...Being wrapped in a blanket on the couch sounded pretty good right now, actually. He could probably even wheedle Tim into making him some of his famous hot cocoa.

Tim was careful only to touch the collar, not allowing his gloves to brush against Kon's skin, and Kon was (pathetically) grateful for it. His skin was starting to feel too tight, like he was about ready to burst out of it, and it itched like there were ants crawling all over him.

Something else clicked in the collar, except this time Tim made a little triumphant noise and yanked it apart with extreme prejudice. "Ha! Got it."

Suddenly, Kon felt like he could breathe easy again. He hadn't realized he'd been having trouble -- and he didn't really know why, because the collar hadn't been restrictive or anything and Kryptonite usually didn't affect him that way -- until Tim was tucking it away into a lead-lined bag he kept in his utility belt for this exact purpose.

Kon swallowed.

"Thanks for coming for me, Rob," he said quietly.

Tim smiled, small and private. "I'll always come for you, clone boy."

He got to his feet and pulled Kon up with him, and Kon barely had time to blink with surprise before Tim was dragging him towards a hole that had been blown in the wall. "Come on, we need to find the others before they destroy the entire building."

Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write the next five.

#tim drake #conner kent #kon el #timkon #robin #90s superboy #superboy #red robin #yj98 #dcu #batman #wow this got long #adding a read more #tumblr ask game #anon

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jakexneytiri · 1 year

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One more spicey neteyam, and expect me in a couple days. Maybe i should switch characters up?

🔞🔞

You knew he was reserved, observant. You did not think he was so blind to your pining. He may have acknowledged your presence, but he saw you more as an acquaintance of his acquaintances. So basically nothing to him.

He knew what you were doing though. Making sudden movements so the teasing bounce of your breasts would be in the centre of his watchful gaze. He was suspicious of your intent. Cause who the fuck did you want out of the five boys you kept coddling over? He figured he was sexy number six and you wanted to be his naughty nine. Truthfully he was your number one man candy.

He couldn't help but adjust the pride within himself, because you were very beautiful indeed.

So if you wanted a little taste, he was gonna give it to you. After all he couldn't turn down those pretty lips. He couldn't deny he may have fantasized of them wrapped around his dick, wondering how warm your tongue would feel, trying to make the view of your doe eyes looking up at him become reality.

"This is what you wanted huh?" He breathed heavily looking down at you your tongue trailing the length of his thickness. You paused your movements, licking your lips very slowly of his pre cum.

"For starters."

"Oh." He laughed, braids swaying "You think its like that?"

"Well obviously i got it like that." You sassed, pumping him in your hands.

"What you think I got besides a dick for your liking?" He peered down curiously, head tilting to examine your fire lit features.

"Some nice lips I'd like to see sucking on my clit." You left it at that before plunging into relishing him. So tasty and smooth in your mouth. Pleasuring him seemed better than having him pleasure you.

The sounds escaping his slack jaw was all from your doing. You loved how his thick muscular thighs dwarfed your hands, you knew they held the withstanding strength of pure stone and you wanted to be inbetween them. Soon enough you hoped.

When you had finished and made way to move out of the tent you sneaked a glance back at him to find he was already looking at you.

"You got nothing else to say? You are a teacher, am I right?"

"I'm a woman that has needs just like anybody else." You fronted a confident tone to brush of the way his questioning effected your chest. Almost like he was trying to open you up, when all you wanted was his big palms to pry open your miniscule legs (miniscule compared to his muscular limbs anyways)

He caught up to you in two long leaps, and your head spun when he twirled you around placing his chest to yours.

"What did you say to me before?" He pushed you with more questioning. Your eyes reverted to his loincloth. He knew you were about to say something smart by the smirk on your lips but Neteyam was quick witted and prepared for any mouth that would try and fuck him over.

"You want a lesson from me? Is that what you want? Tell me if I'm wrong but you've been sniffing around training grounds for some time now. Whose to say you won't find someone else to fuck or suck down by the river? You understand what I'm saying hmm?"

When you peered up at him through your eyelashes he couldn't help but chastise you. Screw that, trying to look innocent when all you wanted was to find a dick to fill you and drill you.

"I don't like being used, no less by someone who is known for her little games."

"Despite what you may think Neteyam, I'm untouched. I've just been waiting for the right moment."

Your fingers tickled along his pecks towards his jaw before gripping it, and it made his body stiffen.

"You're no silly boy, I know you noticed me, but you do not know everything Neteyam."

"If you can afford to give me lessons, I expect to be taught well." Yours lips brushed over his before kissing him on the corner of his mouth then swiftly you turned, leaving him as still as a statue, sucked dry from your pillow soft lips and flexible tongue.

A trail of your scent filled his lungs and the skim of your long unbraided hair left a tingle on his skin. You left him in a shocked state, and he was not about to let you try and patronise him. Mmhm you were going to be taught a lesson real well.

it’s official. you need an account, 🐡 anon!! this is too good 😩

#🐡 anon <3 #good LORD #neteyam sully smut

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itsgameofthronesimagines · 2 years

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A Brother’s Vow (Part 2)

(Gif not mine)

Fandom: Game of Thrones

Pairing: Jaime Lannister x Female!Reader, Past Tyrion Lannister x Female!Reader

Words: 3,451

Tags: a brothers vow got

Warnings: Arranged marriage. Mentions of death, incest, murder, etc.

Summary: Lady Y/n Stark feels as though she has run out of options. Perhaps Jaime has the solution.

Part One

Taglist: @littlebirdgot @gruffle1

A/N: Finally, after years, I’ve written a part two! I think this was a longer wait than even my “Black of Hair” series! Enjoy! Comments are appreciated!

(I do not consent to my works being reposted/copied)

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Lady Y/n Stark put herself in front of Jaime's door the morning after Tyrion's funeral pyre, her heart was still heavy but her mind needed to be set on something else hence she drowned in the darker thoughts threatening to surface. Knocking to make her presence known, she waits a few moments before pushing the door open and walking in.

She could barely see two feet in front of her, the heavy curtains draped over the windows, shrouding any bit of sunlight from outside. A few pieces of furniture were turned over and books were scattered all over the floor, pages torn from their homes and littering the marble tiles. Y/n let her eyes adjust to her surroundings before walking towards the nearest window, pulling back the curtains and letting in the sun.

Turning around, she finally spotted Jaime. He was on the other side of the room, underneath the furthest window with a curtain shielding him from the light. His head was lowered, making no move to acknowledge the lady's presence, wearing nothing but a large shirt and pants. He looked nearly dead had it not been for the rise and fall of his chest. Y/n let out a large sigh before crossing the room to him, "It's dark in here. You'll hurt your eyes if you don't ever let the light in."

Jaime is slow to respond, waiting until he heard her footsteps right in front of him before muttering gravely, "And why should I care about my eyes."

"You'll go blind for starters."

He laughed under his breath, thinking about the irony of it all as he let his head roll to the side to stare off into the distance, "I was already blind. I was blind to my sister's cruelty and madness. I was blind to my father's abuse of my brother and I was blind to see how wrong I was to support a family who only loved me because I was the firstborn son. The only family who ever truly loved me was my brother... and now he's gone because I couldn't save him."

She sucks in a sharp breath, eyes naturally warming with tears at the very mention of Tyrion. Y/n Stark often feared if this pain would ever go away, fearing for her future. Once she's able to regain her composure, Y/n rolls her lips before deciding to sink to the floor, sitting beside him with her legs and skirt tucked under her, "You were not blind, Jaime. It's like what Tyrion said. Cersei never fooled you. You always knew what she was and you loved her anyway."

"Then I suppose I was just as mad then for not stopping her."

"Perhaps. Or because you were in love with her."

Jaime scoffed as if he was being mocked, "I don't know what love is anymore. The woman I loved laughed as our brother died. And she wouldn't stop laughing until I squeezed her neck. Looking back, I'm not entirely sure if I would've loved her had I known what she would become."

"To be fair, you're a very different man now compared to the man you were when you pushed my brother out of a tower window."

The Kingslayer winced at the reminder, finally looking up and meeting her gaze, "... Why are you here, Lady Stark? Is this a pity visit for the ghost of my brother?"

Her gaze turned cold, lips turning down as she pointed her chin out, "It is. I have no love nor respect for you after everything you've done to my family... but Tyrion loved you. Despite the monster you were to us, you were his savior. He wouldn't have lived as long as he did if not for you."

Jaime began to curl back in on himself, turning away again as his voice cracked, "He could've lived longer had I been faster. Smarter... stronger..."

"I don't blame you for what happened, Ser Jaime. I blame the Mountain. I blame Cersei. And even if I did blame you... Tyrion wouldn't want me to."

"You could at least beg the Queen to execute me or send me to the Wall."

"And what would that do? The Wall has fallen and the Night King is gone. There is no purpose for the Night's Watch anymore. If you took the Black, You would never be seen again..."

He chuckles, trying to smile, "I don't think anyone would be opposed to that. Hence why you should order for execution."

Y/n looks away, scanning the room again, trying to find the right words to say. The nerves in her stomach churn uncomfortably, the threat of sobs crawling up her throat making itself known. Slowly, she turned back towards Jaime, taking a couple of attempts to speak before a whisper came through, "... I don't want the uncle of my unborn child to die. Especially since you're all I have left of Tyrion."

Jaime's head slowly tilts back up, his eyes widening when the realization slowly wedged itself into his jumbled mind. His eyes suddenly couldn't look away from Y/n, although she wished for him to turn away again when the horror on his face turned to pity, "You're...?"

She nods, not knowing what else to do, "I'm fairly certain. I was ill the entire time we rode from Winterfell to King's Landing. I've noticed subtle changes in my body, but other than that, I'll eventually need a maester to look into it. I was hoping to tell Tyrion after we took King's Landing from Cersei."

The weight felt heavy on both of them, the room growing silent when thinking about Tyrion's sudden passing. Jaime's eyes pricked at the terrible thought of his brother always wanting to be a father, only for the years to catch up to him and be so unkind to him. One thing led to another, and now Tyrion is gone... leaving behind the unborn child he's always dreamed of. Why can't these cursed gods ever be kind to Jaime's family?!

He swallowed the soreness in his throat, his voice quiet, "What will you do?"

She glanced up at him after finding herself tracing patterns into the smooth floor. For a moment, Y/n couldn't think of what to say, let alone feel. It's hard for her to picture a future when she felt so stuck after Tyrion's death. She thought they were going to be together for the rest of their lives... and those lives seemed to catch up with them far too soon. Finally, Y/n just shrugs, "... I don't know. All I know is that I'd rather die than stay here. I want to ask Daenerys if she'll let me go back to Winterfell. Perhaps I'll get myself lost along the way, never to be seen again. Or perhaps I'll make it to Winterfell and Sansa can keep me safe. If I time everything right, maybe Sansa will have married herself to Sandor Clegane by the time I arrive and then I can pawn my child off to them. No one would be none the wiser as long as my child doesn't have blonde hair."

"And if they do?"

She winced, "Then the Northern lords will start questioning the legitimacy of their Lady of Winterfell."

Jaime has witnessed the woman Sansa Stark had become. After everything she's been through, she deserved to have the happy ending she herself made. Cursed be the one who ever tries to belittle her again. The Kingslayer's mind was buzzing with a thousand thoughts, all trying to make themselves known on his tongue until he finally settled on one, "We can't have that."

Y/n peered up at him, eyebrows furrowing together. Was it a joke? "We?"

It was a foolish, irrational, and reckless thought, but Jaime couldn't find it within himself to take it back. Staring at this young woman, alone and frightened and possibly pregnant with his dead brother’s child, Jaime couldn’t find it within himself to just let her go to Winterfell, "... I don't want my brother's child to grow up never knowing him or where he came from. Do you?"

She wasn't aware of where he was going with this, only speaking her mind truthfully, "... I just don't want my child to grow up a bastard."

Jaime's rash proposal made itself known as he leaned forward, determination suddenly filling his green eyes, "Then come back with me to the Westerlands. Let me help you raise the child. I know Tyrion would've wanted me to. Your cousin, the Hand, already plans on asking the Queen to give me a claim over Casterly Rock."

Lady Stark frowned, "The Queen would rather see you dead for the murder of her father."

Jaime winced. He had forgotten that he was wishing for death a few minutes ago. Still, he could rest easy before his execution as long as the Queen allowed him to secure Tyrion’s lover and unborn child a safe future, "What if she knew about the baby?"

"... I can't say for certain. But for her love of Tyrion... she might pardon you,” Y/n hesitates, before she finally speaks her mind, “Why are you so willing to do this? You barely even know me.”

His face falls, his eyes brewing back into a stormy cloud. He looks down at his gold hand, scratching on it lightly with his thumb, before he finally confessed, “Perhaps... But it’s like you said. You’re all I have left of Tyrion, too.”

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Jon snarled, "No. Absolutely not."

Y/n felt exhausted, sighing at the idea of the upcoming argument, "Jon..."

"Why do you want to marry him, Y/n?" Her cousin demanded, glaring over at Jaime, "Because of your shared grief? It wasn't too long ago that you hated him for his crimes against our family."

"I'm pregnant."

The room stills. Both Jon and Daenerys forget how to breathe as they come to terms with the news, glancing between Y/n and Jaime. Jon looked damn near defeated for his cousin, heartbroken and full of pity as he could only form one word, "... What?"

"Gods..." Daenerys muttered under her breath, placing her hand on her heart. With a grave expression, she sits at the head of the Small Council table when she felt as if she couldn't stand any longer. Her heart broke for Lady Y/n, staring nowhere but at her flat stomach that supposedly housed a child. Both the Queen and Jon knew what this meant, and the sadness Tyrion left behind grew ever deeper with Y/n's pregnancy. They knew of their relationship but chose not to say anything when they noticed how happy Y/n and Tyrion looked upon one another. But now Tyrion was gone, unable to feel the same delight other good men felt when they learn they were going to be a father. Daenerys could picture her former Hand's face if he were here right now, and she felt the ghost of a smile threaten to form before the grief reminded her that Tyrion was, in fact, not here. And now his unborn child will never get to meet him. Daenerys was no fool. She knew what this meant for Y/n and the baby if people found out she was unmarried... but maybe knew far less than Jon, who was once believed to be a bastard himself.

Jon's face crumbled into several emotions. Fear, pain, understanding, and loss. Staring at his cousin, who used to stand so strong and proud and now looked so small and frail. Y/n could barely look him in the eye, her hand hovering over her womb. He wasn't sure if it was shame that kept his former sister from looking at him, but he wouldn't allow such thoughts to plague her. He stepped forward and embraced his cousin, wrapping his arms around her entire form and holding her close, brushing a hand down her hair in comfort. Y/n's tense form began to relax, shaking ever so slightly as she released a breath she was holding. For a while, the former bastard and the Stark girl stood in their own little embrace, Jaime and Daenerys lowering their gaze from them out of respect for privacy. Finally, Y/n parted from Jon, nodding to him in encouragement before walking around him and the table to face Daenerys, grasping the Queen's hand in her own.

"Your Grace. I don't want my child to grow up believing they're a bastard as Jon did. If you approve of the marriage alliance, Jaime and I will go to claim Casterly Rock under your name and Tyrion's child will be born in his ancestral home. No one would ever think twice about who my child's true parentage is."

Daenerys' expression was conflicted, twisting with several emotions while internally fighting for the right words, "... He killed my father, my lady."

Y/n crouched to Daenerys' height, kneeling in front of her chair and looking her dead in the eyes, "A father who would have not been kind to you. A father who burned my grandfather and my uncle to death. A father who would've killed every woman and child in this city had it not been for Jaime's treachery. Call him a Kingslayer if you must, but Tyrion called him a hero."

Daenerys sighs, squeezing Y/n's hand and nodding in agreement. The Mother of Dragons, so mighty and kind to her people, often forgets about her own past as she pushes toward her future. With the Iron Throne now finally hers and now Y/n's pregnancy announced, Dany couldn't help but think of her own child, the boy she had lost. Rhaego. She had forced herself to forget her son's name, pushing it to the very far back of her mind. She didn't want her stillborn child to be her determination behind her fight to be Queen. And now that she had won the war she initially wanted to win for her family, -the family that is long gone- Daenerys could feel her heart reopening some old wounds that had long festered inside of her. Staring into Y/n's eyes, the Queen of Dragonfire could only wish for the best for this woman. Y/n was now family, after all, and a sad reminder of everything her former Hand loved and lost. As her family member, Daenerys wanted nothing more for Y/n to have a better life than Dany could make for herself.

"... Jaime Lannister, step forward," she found herself ordering. Y/n stands and steps away while the Queen herself rises to her feet. Jon whipped his head to look at Daenerys but otherwise said nothing. He looked conflicted as the Lannister steps forward to stand in front of the Targaryen Queen, "Lady Y/n is more than an ally to me now. You know this. She's family by marriage. So tell me why I should approve of a marriage between you and a member of my family?"

Jaime bows respectfully, his good hand resting over his heart, his eyes swimming with guilt, "Because it's in hers and the child's best interest... I know I hurt you and your family in the past, but I did all those horrible things to protect my family, as I'm sure you would have done for yours if you had the chance. I know it’s not an excuse, but I ask you to find it in your heart to understand had it not been for family, I would have never done those things. And now, I pledged my allegiance to you because it was the right thing to do... and because Tyrion trusted you. There was a time when Tyrion didn't trust anyone but me."

Daenerys's jawline visibly tightens, but Jaime doesn't see it as anger. He can see the way the Queen's eyes flicker as if blinking away tears. She was forcing her emotions down as Jaime straightened his posture, looking between her and Jon, "I promise to not only continue my allegiance to you as the Lord to Casterly Rock, but I promise to protect Tyrion's memory. I vow that no harm will come to Lady Y/n or her child if it's the last thing I ever do. I don't have any family left apart from the two of them... so if I must continue to do horrible things for the sake of my family once again, then so be it. But I hope that under your rule, I will never have to lift a sword or harm another innocent life ever again."

Daenerys' gaze flickers over to Jon, waiting for him before she gave her answer. After all, Y/n was his cousin and he was Dany's Hand. The former bastard boy closed his eyes with a pained look on his face as if willing whatever conflicting thoughts and pain to disappear. Jon's jawline also tightens, fists clenched at his side until he finally opened his eyes when Y/n reached to hold his hand, forcing him to unclench his fingers. The pair share a gaze that looked as though they were sharing a silent conversation with each other's thoughts. With the same hair and eyes they most definitely inherited from the North, Jaime could have mistaken them for twins. Jaime remembered those days when he could read his own twin's mind... but those days happened less and less the more he and Cersei grew up in King's Landing.

Jaime pushed those thoughts down the moment they came up. This wasn't about him or Cersei or their unborn child... or the fact that he killed them both. This was about Tyrion and how he would've wanted his big brother to keep his family safe. Jaime owed him that and more.

Jon finally looked away from Y/n and nodded toward Daenerys, who strengthened her posture in response while hardening her gaze and voice to appear more regal, "Then let it be known. Kneel, Ser Jaime."

He sucked in a sharp breath. He definitely wouldn't be hearing that title after this. This would be the last time. Looking back at Y/n briefly, Jaime slowly got down on one knee and then lowered his gaze at Daenerys' feet. The Dragon Queen spoke above him, "I, Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, the First of My Name, Queen of the Andals and of the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, the Mother of Dragons, the Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, the Unburnt, the Breaker of Chains... name you, Jaime Lannister of the House Lannister as Lord of Casterly Rock and Warden of the West. Tomorrow, we will have a septon marry you to Lady Y/n, and the day the baby is born will be the day you will have an heir to your father's ancestral home."

Jaime stood, bowing as he spoke, "It's what he always wanted."

Daenerys frowned, "Between us, I'd rather have your father rolling in his grave knowing that Tyrion's child will be your heir. That, I think, would be the poetic justice your brother deserved in life, and perhaps it would curse your father's ghost to even graver damnation and humility."

Jaime scoffs lightheartedly, "I can’t argue with that."

Y/n sighs in relief before turning to her cousin, "And Jon? No one can know about the baby. No one. Not even Sansa."

Jon's eyebrows furrowed, aging him beyond his respective years. If Jaime didn't know better, he thought he himself was younger than the Hand of the Queen, "You don't know what you're asking of me."

"I do," Y/n nods with assurance, "I'm asking you to lie. I'm asking you to put aside your honor and protect your family, even if that means keeping your family in the dark about this. You were raised by my father, Jon... surely it's not as impossible as you think... to lie for your cousin. To protect her child as Ned Stark once protected his sister’s."

"Sansa knows I would never normally approve of your marriage to Jaime. She's smart. She'll figure it out."

"Then let her. But by then, no one would believe her if she ever discovered the truth out loud. There wouldn't be any proof so long as you don't. Tell. Her."

"You don't trust her."

Y/n hesitates, leaning into her cousin with both of her hands resting on his chest, "... She's not like the girl we remember. She's suffered too much at the hands of too many liars and monsters. But she's also learned from those liars and monsters. She is my little sister and I love her dearly, you know that. But my child's life is at risk, so you also know what lengths I would do to protect them. Jon... promise me, please."

Jon gazed into his cousin's pleading eyes, the eyes that she no doubt inherited from her father, the same eyes Jon thought he once shared. Trying to forget that Ned Stark was not always honorable himself, Jon forces himself to believe that he's allowed to keep secrets and protect those he loves, by any means necessary. He's only human, after all, and Ned Stark wouldn’t mind if it meant Jon protected his daughter for him.

"I promise."

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caeruleums · 7 months

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closed starter for @persephonyed !

it's taken a couple of days to try to figure her out. all he knows is that she's smart and has a really nice ass. and if he can score with her within the next month, the entire frat will pitch in $50... and if he doesn't? he has to streak on his last day of school. which wouldn't totally suck. girls love his dick. they always say they do, anyway. so, he walked up to her while she was in the library, holding a book that had elon musk's face on the cover and sat down beside her. "i like to read for fun, too," he said, opening it up to a random page and turning to grin at her. "you look really good right now. it's really hot, and super sexy when a girl knows how to read n' shit."

#txt. georgie horne #persephonyed

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 8 months

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tuesday again 9/12/2023

this series not sponsored by murphy's wood oil soap but boy do i wish it was

listening

this song popped up as the first video when i opened accursed tiktok to figure out what the deal was with that german engineer lady digging a storm shelter in her basement. this is the specific recording i want but the second video with a slightly longer intro... u have got to see Abel Selaocoe in motion performing Ka Bohaleng/On The Sharp Side.

youtube

i feel like every time i see a video of a cellist they're doing some absolutely bonkers shit and producing sounds i did not know a stringed instrument could make

reading

i am constantly chasing the very high highs of raymond chandler's philip marlowe detective noirs. Human Target, a DC extended universe thing by Tom King and Greg Smallwood got real damn fuckin close.

i took thirty-five screenshots while reading these twelve issues. they are such a lush love letter to midcentury advertising. it luxuriates in period-typical stylized coloring in a way i do not see very often. i hope mr smallwood gets sucked silly every night.

one of the reasons for the tuesdayposts is to force myself to look at new things, bc sometimes i find shit i really like. i am remarkably unwilling to consume new things when i am not feeling good, even though new things i like are…not a keystone, but really up there holding together some arch in the viaduct of mental health or whatever.

anyway Christoper Chance is a man with a very specific skillset: perfectly imitating wealthy clients to lure out assassins. he takes a fatal does of poison meant for Lex Luthor and has about twelve days to solve his own murder before he dies. this is an EXTREMELY compelling reason for someone to haul ass through an entire noir novel in less than two weeks.

let's make some comparisons to other spy media i've seen in the last month. christopher reminded me a bit of loid forger from spy x family: same hypercompetent backup plans for backup plans and incredible disguise skills. im sort of...positively? fascinated by him, as opposed to the (also entertaining) train wreck of james bond's psyche slamming up against soft targets for two to two and a half hours. like there is womanizing in Human Target, but it is not the time-filling bond girl eye candy. do not worry, christopher FUCKS.

it is self contained within its twelve issues so i didn't have to read eighteen other crossovers and have encyclopedic knowledge of c- and d-listers from the silver age of comics. it was a very fair mystery. the twists and turns weren’t stupid. i know that’s not a terribly helpful observation but sometimes in a mystery…it takes a fucking stupid turn. most importantly imo it sticks its landing and understands that a noir is a subgenre of tragedy.

how’d i find it: has a pretty cover, stood out from the crowd on hoopla. americans, you probably have access to hoopla through your library!

watching

@andmaybegayer referenced the youtube channel About To Eat in a recent mondaypost and i was so enthralled by this man's confident, dulcet, soothing and mustachioed tones. i had forgotten that i could in theory make french onion soup like myself. at home. soup season will not begin here for many months here and even then it's kind of pushing it, but i would like to eat some soup without melting!!!

overall About To Eat's recipes are a bit beyond my skill level and ability to prepare things in one sitting without joint pain but they are a display of competence i find very fun to watch.

youtube

playing

ive rationed all my picture slots for other slots but i did finally obtain two of the country-specific fishing rods in genshin impact. they were extremely irritating to obtain but i trust you'll understand i'm quite pleased with myself.

making

unphotographable things:

reactivating the dried sourdough starter from the horrible woods apartment of 2021, unforch rn it does look like when my cat regurgitates her kibble

sprayed the new couch down with some rather nasty insectide just in casies, it is still degassing in my office with the fan at helicopter speed and the balcony door open and towels shoved under the inside door for another 24h, also made plans to dye a big canvas dropcloth and strategically pin it in place for a cheapo slipcover

coffee table specific unphotographable things:

finally finished cleaning all seven

had to violently strangle the urge to repaint certain inner sections and made peace with touching up the worst of it with an oil-based paint pen bc let's be real nobody is going to look closely at that but me

pried some corrosion off one of the little brass decorative thingies, now it looks bad in a slightly different way

photographable things:

now this is a fun little record cabinet. i haven’t seen many pieces out in the wild that have that sort of vertical bullnose detail. makes me think of thirties waterfall dressers with their molded plywood rounded upper edges.

i can’t decide if the veneer on this piece is starting to really go (it is heavily crackled esp on the sides) or it was once owned by a smoker. the photo below is of the THIRD round of cleaning this front panel after upping the cleaning mix to a HEARTY 2:1 water/soap, and this was not the worst panel on the piece. mostly it really just smells like old wood? i don’t THINK the innards are cedar, bc that would be an odd choice for a record cabinet, but it is an oddly fragrant base wood.

there are some details that make me think it was never a terribly high end piece, or was maybe repurposed into a record cabinet? the veneer is quartered but somewhat indifferently matched, it has very indifferent nailhead finishing, and im not sure if the casters and record slots were later additions. i think the little door catches are original, but they aren’t magnetic yet which starts ruling out some later mcm. i would hazard this was made right before or right after wwii, but realistically it could be early thirties-early sixties. no makers marks :(

i will refinish this eventually. a bit nervous about how the front bullnoses might come out, i don’t really want to fuck around with veneer repair or like. grain painting. that’s for insane ppl and antiques dealers and i am clearly neither

free of ghosts, spider eaten on the house no additional charge with the friends and family discount

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem

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clusterbuck · 2 years

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For the sentence starters: please don’t leave

i was supposed to be done with prompts but this image grabbed me by the throat so. hi!

“please don’t leave,” buck mumbles, the words lost among the suds speckling eddie’s skin. he leans against eddie under the warm spray of the shower, his arms wrapped around eddie’s waist and his face pressed to the back of eddie’s neck.

eddie sighs, low, so deep buck feels his ribcage move and settle back into place again. “it’s just a few days, baby,” he murmurs, grabbing one of buck’s hands so he can lift it to his mouth, press a kiss into the centre of his palm. “i just need to help my parents move.”

“i know,” buck sighs. “i know, and i love that you would, but we’ve barely been married for a month. i don’t want to be away from you so soon.”

eddie turns in his arms, slippery with suds still, and presses a soft kiss to buck’s mouth. “i know,” he says. “me either.”

buck knows better than to try and talk eddie out of going, but he stretches out the morning as much as he can. eddie had woken him at dawn, a hand on his hip and lips on the side of his neck, and they’d teased each other through lazy morning sex, languid, the kind where time slows down and the world fades away, where nothing exists but skin on skin and panted-out breaths. buck kneels in the shower anyway, crowds eddie against the wall and sucks a mark above his hipbone, teases him until he’s hard again and then until he spills into buck’s mouth, one hand grasping the shower rail and the other intertwined with buck’s.

“one for the road,” buck murmurs when eddie’s catching his breath, and eddie rolls his eyes and calls him dramatic before tugging him to his feet and kissing him against the tiled wall until the shower runs cold. eddie insists on returning the favour, and by the time they make it out of the shower there’s barely time for breakfast before eddie has to head to the airport.

eddie makes coffee while buck digs out the travel mug, and refuses to hand it over until eddie kisses him. eddie leans in for a kiss and immediately follows it with another, and another, and when his phone alarm goes off to remind him to leave on time he’s sitting on the kitchen counter, his legs hooked around buck’s waist and buck’s hand halfway up his shirt.

“i have to go,” eddie sighs, pouring lukewarm coffee into the travel mug.

buck bites down on the urge to say don’t go and grabs eddie’s suitcase, walking it out to the cab already waiting at the end of the driveway. eddie’s right behind him, so close their hands brush together, and when eddie climbs into the backseat of the cab buck wants more than anything to take his hand and never let it go.

eddie rolls down the cab window. “i’ll be back on monday,” he says.

buck leans over, propping his forearms on the open window. the cab driver stares pointedly straight ahead. “i know,” buck murmurs. “just—”

“i know,” eddie says. “me, too.”

buck leans further, sticks his head all the way into the cab so he can kiss eddie one last time. it’s—he feels a little stupid, more than a little dramatic, like the climax of some hollywood production.

but eddie’s going to be away for four nights, and buck can’t even remember the last time they’ve been apart for that long. he’s going to miss his husband. sue him.

“see you on monday,” eddie murmurs, thumbing at buck’s chin. “i love you.”

and even now, after years together and a wedding ceremony, it still makes buck’s pulse jump each time, just a little. still makes warmth spread through him, makes him feel settled in his own skin. he smiles at eddie, brushing his knuckles along eddie’s jaw. “i love you, too,” he says. “hurry back.”

if you send me a sentence i will store it in my inbox like a nut in my lil squirrel cheek and mayhaps pounce upon it at some point

#surprisingly the image is not the shower but the car window #heart4buddie #911fic #ask emma #emma writes

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cassioppenny · 1 year

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so uh post apocalypse legends unova idea that takes place in the far future

after the events of bw1 hil went searching for n and one day gets sucked into a wormhole while riding reshiram or zekrom. probably decided through a question asking if the player thinks truth or ideals are more important when your creating your character or something.

anyway hil gets amnesia and forgets basically everything but their name and the only part of their previous life they still had was a light/dark stone in their bag.

they wake up to a little girl named m who seemed to be living in the forest hil crashlanded in by herself. hil decided to have her tag along with them because a) leaving a child alone in the post apocalypse is a horrible idea and b) something about her is weirdly familiar to hil

the two of them meet the laventon of the game basically ress. ress is a researcher who wishes the find the truths of the worlds secrets. she speaks very monotonely and robotically and is generally extremely blunt. after hil helps her capture the starters (squirtle, fennekin, treeko) she offers to hire them to help her with her pokedex project. because it's the post apocalypse it's extremely hard to get your hands on technology so you're back to paper pokedexes and handmade pokeballs.

she takes you to the underground city neobassa that was made from abandoned subway tunnels. it's the jubilife of the game and where hil and m live. in neobassa there's many people who can meet like chili's descendent who runs a restaurant, the city's mayor who's elesa's descendent, and also kid your age named gris who works part time at a store.

there's something oddly familiar about gris to hil but they can't put a figure on exactly why. hil tries to befriend gris but they're initially not very excited by your company. they eventually open up a bit to eachother eventually and become good friends. they are also the one who gives hil bounties to go on since their store has a request board. they're also m's baby sitter. their boss is hugh's descendent

south of neobassa is the scraper forest which is where castilia city was. all of the building have been overgrown now looking more like a forest than a city

the purple, red, and yellow areas i don't have a lot of ideas for but basically imagine those areas but fucking destroyed basically. i do have an idea for a scene where hil finds the remains of their old home. maybe they find a note from their mother or something that'd be pretty funny

in the north east in the kingdom of plasma where the people worship n as a god live. other than neobassa it's the only place they has people actually living in it. it's very medieval in design and the residents fully believe that the reincarnation of the hero king n will create a new world

most members of the church live in the kingdom of plasma but there are certain individuals who live in other parts of unova. these are the wardens of this game. im not sure what their title is but they basically serve the same purpose.

some of them that i can remember are:

viola descendant who's the warden of a unova gogoat. he mostly spends his free time painting the hauntingly empty streets and overgrown buildings of the scraper forest

clay descendant. i forgot what pokemon she's in charge of but she was a former bounty hunter who was forced into becoming a warden as punishment for attempting to assassinate the church's leader. she spends most of her time finding cool treasure from the ruins instead of actually doing her job

grimsley decedent who's in charge of an unovan sharpedo. forgot literally about everything else i made about them oops

a certain blue haired man named james who suddenly appeared with no memories of his past. he's in charge of an unovan pikachu evolution. aka the pikachu line i gave to neela i originally thought of the concept for this lol. his closest companion is a skitty

a man who seems to have some sort of history with ress. i forgot what pokemon he was in charge of but he's a reckless man who charges head first to whatever he decides to do and has an idealistic worldview. his name is col. james thinks he's annoying as hell

there's ten total but these are the ones i remember since i had this idea since like april and most of the lore is written in notebooks i lost and my brain. the leader of the church is a man commonly referred to as V. much about him is shrouded in mystery other than he was the one who fortold the prophecy of the reincarnation of n remaking the universe. he's seemingly interested in hil after learning they fell out of the sky one day however he keeps his identity a secret instead having his wardens try to convince hil to join them. also V has the opposite stone

so uh yeah!! uh autism be upon your something idk if anyone wants to ask any questions go ahead

#hilbert #hilda #ocs #idk what to call it im thinking legends kyurum but that might be done too often idk #pokemon legends genesect

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Summary: Eddie just wants to ask a simple question…what goes down in the girl’s

locker room stays in the girl’s bathroom.

Characters: Eddie Munson x Reader

Subject: dry humping sort of thing, lots of fingering, praise kink, daddy kink, pet names, cowgirl position, public sex, tongue kissing, male dominance,

Words: 1.4k

Side notes: I think we all deserve a side of Eddie that just takes over our body in a nice asshole way. I have no shame writing him as a pervy man he can be. Nothing spectacular, just something to read to get us through late night withdraw am i right? lmao… Not my best work

(apologies for misspelling/grammar, NO MINORS +18 OLDERS ONLY)

“Good job everybody we’ll start off tomorrow with a stronger start I hope” your coach blew her whistle for a final roll call. Everyone splashed themselves out of the chilling pool in a hurry. Once again Hawkins was one of the top tier teams who hoped to win division II again.

But it felt quite different for you. Ever since you moved to Hawkins everything has been pretty okay, but the only thing that made it seem bearable was your love of swimming. Feeling the water crash onto your skin and fill your ears cooled off the massive amount of thoughts racing in your head.

You climbed out of the pool and shivered into a towel close by the girl’s locker room entrance.

The chatter of your teammates surrounded you as you looked for your assigned locker.

“Aye (Y/N) you wanna come with us to the mall?” Max asked while looking at you with concern.

She was a good freshmen starter and cool person but you always rather stuck to things alone.

“Nah I think I’ll head home and finish some late minute assignments” you picked up your article of clothing before tip toeing to the nearest stall to change.

“You know (Y/N) always takes a little longer to change than the rest of us anyway” , one of your friends jokes.

“Hey I can still hear you hoes from back here!” you cackled. “I know that’s why we’ll meet up some other time! See ya later!” the noise of shuffling feet leaving the door echoed through before complete silence. You sigh in relief after a long day and continue to put on your clothes. After a few minutes you open the stall door but froze noticing big black boots underneath. “Um Ed is that you?” you gulped fearing the unknown.

“Yea sorry, it’s me I kinda snuck in here, I wanted to talk to you about something” you slowly cracked the door halfway to make sure it was him. “Yeah, why are you here? This is a girl’s locker room for god sake” you swung the door open to look at the guy you loved dearly. “I know but this is important-” Eddie froze, noticing the top of your swimsuit revealing much of your cleavage and your gym shorts covering the bottom half. “Ok well this better be good” you politely scooted past him and tried fixing your appearance in the mirror. Eddie twisted his ring around his thumb looking at your backside.

“I just wanted to know if you could give me a ride back home?” My ride isn’t the best at the moment … Soooo pretty please sweetheart” his alto voice vibrated your ears making you relive the pleasure that he has over you. His groin hardened into you from behind and kissed your shoulder.

“You know it’s never a problem at all” you moan, feeling his hand roam for something wet between your legs. “I know baby but I like teasing you first before asking for favors” you turned around to face him and hungrily pressed your lips onto his. “You miss me, pretty princess?” Eddie sucked your neck leaving branded marks. You moan, feeling your fingers roam endlessly, feeling trapped between his grip. “

Not here” you gasped feeling him eagerly pull your strap down to devour your soft nipple. Eddie ignored your comment with a moan instead and squeezed your soft breast. Your shorts began to ride up as he pressed himself harder between your thighs.

“I just wanna see your pretty face begging for me again” he brushed his finger down your nose seeing you fluster. His lips sucked onto your bottom lip feeling his little girl suffer in lust. “Take it off baby, daddy wanna see you naked” you slowly stripped your shorts and swimsuit off as he watched your every move.

“So beautiful,” he whispered. He looked around the locker room and signaled you to follow him to a small bench that sat against the wall between the lockers. Eddie sat on the bench and patted his lap.

“Come sit and be a good girl” he gently reached out his arms for you to sit on his lap with his bare jeans. Eddie glued his eyes onto your body wanting to feel every inch of your skin. His two digits hooked in between your wet sticky folds rubbing your swollen clit in slow circular motions. “Please Eddie” you lean your weight onto him wrapping your arms around his neck. You buck your hips riding his fingers on his lap. You high pitch moans filled his ears feeling his girl get wetter with his touch. Eddie slapped your ass making you jolt. “Let me hear you moan for me I like hearing it,” he commanded.

“This is torture” you mumbled as he sucked your breasts endlessly. You threw your head back dry humping any sign of his dick inside his pants. Eddie moisten his fingers with his tongue before slipping two fingers inside you. You throw your head back and bounce your hips up and down on his thick fingers.

“You love this don’t you?” he cupped your ass watching you in heat over him. You moan feeling pools of pleasure from his fingers grazing your g spot.

“You want the real thing don’t you?” Eddie continued to pump his fingers faster while holding your chin between his fingers. Your eyelids grew heavy and your mouth parted.

“I can’t” you helplessly pant. So much pleasure filled your nerves and your clit constantly tickled and your wet pussy filled with thick cream dripping over his fingers. Eddie pressed his lips against your lips, tonguing the corner of your mouth.

Eddie Moan into the kiss and strings of spit parted from between your mouths. He wiped the corner of his mouth and put his fingers inside your mouth to taste your own cum.

“It’s time to give my pretty princess what she wants” he unzipped his pants and revealed his pre cum member ready for you. You climb yourself off of your lover and kneeled down to devour his tip.

You slowly bob your head to pick up pace around his shaft. Your tongue twirls around every inch of him leaving no room to breathe. You look into his eyes and devour him more until his tip grazes your throat. “You’re such a good girl” he pressed thumb on your chin while you sucked him dry.

“Come ride daddy” his eyes felt hungry watching you raise back up and climb on top of him and grip him with your thighs. You slowly lowered yourself down onto him, feeling him penetrate your tight opening.

“It’s ok baby keep going down” he bite his lip watching you slowly enter inside him filling you up. You silently moan trying to find a pace onto his size. Eddie guided you up and down feeling your breasts pressed up against his bare shirt.

“You feel so good princess” you moan out his name feeling your wetness more as he praised you more. “Go faster for daddy” he pushed his waist harder into yours making you whimper into his shoulder. Eddie gripped onto your wrist wanting you to feel each orgasmic stroke he loves putting into you.

“Pleasseee Eddie I can’t take much more” you beg trying to catch up with his forceful strokes. “Only when I say so” he kissed your wrist and watched you ride him until you couldn’t anymore. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rammed his dick into your g spot while keeping his eyes on your breathless face. “

You can cum now baby, you look so pretty when you're under me” he chuckled into your ear making you release a pulsating orgasm into your soul. You sharply try to catch your breath feeling warmth sweep over your body. “Eddie” you mewed and lazily crashed your lips onto his. “yes sweetness?" he grinned against your kiss.

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