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toytulini · 9 months

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I saw Barbie last night, I dont think i have a long film review of it for yall but idk I'll put some thoughts under a readmore I guess?

-Right off the bat, I enjoyed it, it was fun. It was a fun pink poppy romp. Thats about what I expected of it, and thats pretty much what I got

-Its not particularly radical in its gender/feminism takes, its very basic, which, I saw a number of ppl mention that before I saw it so I wasnt expecting anything radical. It couldve done better. it was. fine. im shrug about it i guess.

-My mom enjoyed it and was apparently not expecting any sort of emotional depth or story at all so it caught her off guard. I heard her crying. she cries easy at movies. I'm glad my mom liked it. Maybe she'll absorb some of the very basic feminism it drops idk.

-I knew the Kens adopted patriarchy and introduced it to Barbieland but it felt lile that happened very fast, idk.

-The ending....I. is her going to a gynecologist supposed to be like. shes gotten a vagina by deciding to be human?? or is she trying to schedule a surgery or something? that felt pretty weird to me if im honest, i thought it was gonna be a job interview or smth... Especially with how everyone was like "Barbie is ace (heheeh i agree) cos she has no genitals! (sorry what. excuse me. wanna run that by me again?)" like okay that makes that headcanon reasoning even more dewply uncomfortable that it already was?

-I enjoyed weird Barbie. i wish theyd cast someone else cos iirc ka/te mckin/non was a transmisogynist? unless she apologized or said she changed her mind on the topic since like 2017?? but i havent seen anything? idk. just. annoying to keep platforming these ppl. i guess theres probably other actors involved that have shit views of trans ppl. whatever i guess.

-I did dress up a little. i feel like my outfit had Weird Barbie Vibes. maybe ill post a pic.

-I did enjoy it and it had a number of shots and or transitions i liked, i think the one with the disco ball to the moon or whatever was enjoyable.

-god we really are so weird about barbie

-it just feels factually incorrect that all dolls pre barbie were baby dolls? idk. im sure it was the most common kind. but idk. not to be weird about The History Of Dolls but like. the porcelain dolls from the Victorian era. idk if those count as baby dolls. iirc those were to help young girls practice prepping dead bodies of loved ones for funerals or smth??? but i guess porcelain dolls have a sort of babyish look about them. and are fragile so you cant play rough with them.

-Like i Know its a 2hr long toy commercial for mattel but also god that cant be right. even if they werent filling the same niche as barbie as idk basically a fashion doll? there had to be other dolls right?

-I know the flat foot thing is Supposed to be over the top and silly for them all to get upset about but also tbh. as a bitch with falling arches the way some of yall make jokes about flat feet still is uh. well. rude. but also lmao man. the day my arches started hurting for no reason while i was barefoot did sorta feel emotionally like her feet falling to the ground lol.

-i want to introduce barbie to margot robbie's harley quinn owo. i think that would be Fun :3

-i want Ken's job. how do i do Beach as an occupation.

-I actually liked how they handled Ken and Barbie's rship til the end. i feel weird about that ending overall and also it feels weak wrt her dynamic as Ken. they make him grapple w her not reciprocating his feelings the same way but then she just leaves barbieland anyway?? and ig they dont get to explore a friendship or qpr dynamic. ok. its fine i guess.

-her saying she has no genitalia felt so transgender in a way im not sure it was intended to. ken saying he has all of the genitalia felt even more transgender. headcanoning them both as extremely transgender in fun weird new ways and no one can stop me.

-Allan is my favorite character i think. bro me too

-bibbleless movie. add bibble.

#toy txt post #barbie spoilers #barbie movie #everyone kept trying to get my dad to come see it and like.i get it.but genuinely he would hate it even if not for his conservative bullshit #he hates goofy fun movies. OR. he wouldve actually enjoyed it a little bit and been REALLY ANNOYING ABOUT IT bc he would never admit it #and insist he hated it #and hed enjoy the ken patriarchy thing too much #basically im very glad we didnt drag my dad along cos i have to live with him and i think he would be insufferable about it #he has no appreciation for any kind of whimsy or fun! he would hate this silly movie #also this was the first time id been in a movie theater since pre2020.#i enjoyed dressing up in a silly little outfit. but i think i wouldve been happier to wait for it to be out of theaters tbh. theaters teste #tested my patience even before covid like oh im gonna sit uncomfortably in this chair and crane my neck up at this screen and i cant pause #it and theres no captions and people are Eating all around me and now i go and its all the same but im the only one wearing a mask so i dont #get to have a lil snack either and i still have to hear ppl eating around me and part way thru the movie someone across the aisle was making #some kind of horrible very wet and loud gulping noise with their drink or Something?? and i did feel violent about it #i would never be violent about it but my god do i feel like biting. you know. anyway. not sure if ill bother seeing any more movies #in theater now. i just would like them at home. idk #i will give props to barbie. it was like kovie theater loud but at least it wasnt giant major booms and inaudible ass dialogue

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chrissturnsgirlll222 · 27 days

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second, never first

part thirteen

PLEASE READ WARNINGS

chris x fem!reader

summary - you grew up hating one guy all of high school but suddenly become friends, but as time goes on feelings develop, only its one sided.

warnings - swearing, kissing, use of y/n, mention of family issues , BOYS (no smut… for now lol)

word count - idk

NOT PROOFREAD

we all get our food served to us and i suddenly cannot stop thinking about my mom. i wanted to go see her and see if she was ok, i just was worried that my sad was home. she gets home from work around 6-7. maybe i can sneak out of chris’ house and go check on her.

chris notices how deep in thought i look “you ok?” he whispers, i nod and take a sip of my drink. “lighten up we will go home soon.” he attempts to cheer me up. i look at him and smile before taking a bite of my food.

we wrap up lunch and all get in our cars to go home. the guilt of me wanting to go see my mom eating me alive as i sat in the passenger seat. chris notices everything wrong with me and puts his hand on my knee to stop the tapping i hadn’t even noticed. “sorry” i sigh. “you need to work on your whole apologizing for no reason thing.” he chuckles, “sorry-“ i pause and giggle. he smiles and grabs my hand from my lap.

“chris i want to go see my mom.” i blurt, his smile fading. “are you sure?”

i nod rapidly as i wait for a response. “when.” he says. “she gets home from work at 6 but i just want to check if shes home now.”

chris lets go of my hand and switches lanes and drives to my house without question. i tense up at the sight of my house. such a nice inviting house to look at. of course it was filled with anger and sorrow.

“i wont take long i promise.” i whisper. “ill be right here.” he smiles. i nod and open the door of his truck.

walking up to my front door i inhale deeply. using my house key and gently cracking the door open. the house is quiet, broken glass all over the floor of the kitchen, bloody tissues on the counter and no sign on my mom.

“y/n” i hear my dads voice.

i jump and look in to the living room to find him on the couch. he gets up and walks to wards me, “no, dont even come close to me” i swallow putting my hand up. he stops and looks down. “where are you been all day. your car is still here.” he mumbles. “with a friend.” i whisper.

“how could you.” i say tears coming up to my eyes. “you dont know what you saw!” he yells. “i was speaking to your mother thats it!” his eyes darken and i suddenly dont recognize the person standing in front of me.

“no dad you werent.” i say tears falling down my face.

“you were not just speaking.” i yell. i bring my hands up to hug myself. he throws the glass bottle of whatever strong liquid he was drinking at the wall behind me and i flinch. he walks toward me and grabs my shoulders. “you ever say what happened to anyone you will end up just like your mother.” he yells in my face as i sob. “dont fucking cry. your weak just like her.” he screams.

i wiggle out of his grasp and run for the front door but he stops me first grabbing my wrist and slamming the door. “dad please!” i scream as he squeezes my arm. i wince at the pain.

“you make me fucking sick.” he spits and walks away. i cry and run out the door. chris sees me running and he gets out of his car. i run at him and his arms come over me. “what happened?” he asks.

“my dad- he-“ i say sobbing in to his chest. “oh my god. ill kill him what did he do.” he huffs.

i pull away from his embrace and show him my red wrist. he walks toward the front door but i grab his hand stopping him. “no chris please, please dont!” i plead crying harder. “he will kill you.” i say closing my eyes.

he lets go of my hand and storms to his truck.

i walk towards it and he immediately drives back to his house.

once we get there he seems less angry as he opens my door for me. i turn to leave the truck but he stands in front of me and i sit, “are you ok, did anything else happen.”

i shake my head and he nods before grabbing my hands and leading me out of the vehicle.

“where did matts car go” i notice matts car gone once we get inside. “he said he was going to a party tonight so he just went to a friends house to pregame.”

“lets go”

“y/n-“ i cut chris off

“i need a drink chris please take me.” i plead, sort of guilt tripping him.

“fine” he sighs.

thanks for reading xx

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4izawas · 6 months

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╰─▸ ❝ 𝐒𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐃~! ❞ ──── 𝐟𝐭. 𝐤. 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: “Y’gotta shut that pretty mouth before you get us caught,” Kakashi moans, his callused hands grasping at your hips as the water sloshes around you. “F-Fuck, that feels good…”

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: naruto | 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: kakashi hatake/reader | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw ; minors dni | 𝐰/𝐜: 3.06k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: age gap, jonin reader, spoilers for season 2 of naruto, teen death mentions, kakashi & reader are friends, exhibitionism, public sex, bath sex, spit swallowing, biting, creampies, minor cockwarming ( briefly ), y’all nasty af idk what else to tell u homie, previously established relationship.

𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐬: the fifth and final day of kinktober <3 enjoy u weirdos

— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

Sitting back, eyes closed, you soak in the heat of the water of the natural hot spring, relishing the way it soothed the ache in your sore muscles. Your last mission, one of utmost secrecy at the bidding of a the now deceased Lord Third Hokage ( and wasn’t that a startling fucking thought, knowing the old man was good and dead when he’d been around to see three hokages including himself come and go and then even came out of retirement in Minato’s place ), had run long and difficult; only two of the six that had set out had come back, with one of the pair being yourself.

Two of those who would never return had been your own students, still so green at the gills and small in stature in your eyes that wearing their blood home still made you ache all over in ways unrelated to your strained body.

Water suddenly sloshes up over the sides of the public baths you recline in, but you don’t react. You recognize those footsteps, recognize the breathing patterns behind you to your right and recognize the familiar aura of that intense chakra that you used to be so jealous of — but that was a long time ago, and you no longer had any care or need to be jealous of a superior turned equal.

“What ways have you rid yourself of your students now, Kakashi?” you ask lazily, not bothering to open your eyes. “I hope they aren’t trailing behind you like a litter of lost kittens.” No matter how fond you were of Kakashi, his children were no obligation of yours, and despite how good it felt to bask in the relentless warmth of the public bath, you would abandon it in favor of peace and quiet. You were in no mood for children — not now. Not after what had happened on this last mission. A silence follows, though comfortable, before the unseen man replies.

“I told them to take the day off,” he admits quietly, settling down nearby. “After what happened, it’s the least they deserved.”

You hum thoughtfully to yourself. “Mmm, I agree,” you murmur, then sigh and cross your arms over your bare breasts, eyes still closed. “They’re too young for this. I still think we should bump up the genin applicant age requirements to sixteen.”

You can practically sense the man nearby nod. “Yes. All the trauma… It isn’t healthy. Not for children — it’s why I never take students.” His voice is soft and conflicted; he loves this trio, you already can tell. Nothing wrong with it, of course, those sorts of feelings from teacher and student just typically backfire eventually — your own set being the perfect worst-case example.

“And yet now you lead three,” you muse wryly, a half-amused smirk on your lips. A scoffed sigh at your right shows his own ill-concealed amusement, and the two of you fall back into silence, wordlessly enjoying the heat of the water as well as one another’s company.

After a moment, a soft utterance of your name — hesitant and cautious — has your ears metaphorically pricking up. “Where…” Kakashi pauses, thinking the question over; ultimately he decides to pursue its answer. “Where are yours? Your students.”

Your kids.

A stiff, cold silence settles over you both, the frigid sensation cruelly eating into Kakashi’s bones despite the heat of the baths, and you say nothing — but he can see the way your muscles have tensed in a way that looks painful, and he’d seen the way only you and a single lost-looking chunin had returned bloodied and bruised from a mission that had started out with six in number, and he knows. Kakashi knows what happened, he just doesn’t want to believe it. You’d had this pair of students at your back for years now, they were about to graduate entirely and leave your tutelage. Kakashi himself knew them both by name, had greeted them whenever he visited you for whatever reason; they’d both made homes for themselves in you and your house, and for you to be without them after striking out on a job with them was the only real evidence he needed of the truth.

But again, he didn’t want to believe it.

“Gone,” you finally mutter, voice cold and empty of emotion. “Information was bad. One of ours sold us out on top of it. We couldn’t catch a break.” Another long silence separates the two of you, and the small area of water between you both feels like an endless ocean. Kakashi silently mourns with you, knowing nothing could soothe the hurt of what’s already happened; you’d lost students before, twice before actually, but these had been the first you’d taken on in so long, and they’d been with you for years at this point. Adding onto the agony, you’d only ever lost one at a time in those two instances before — and never your entire set.

Kakashi wonders when and what he’ll have to tell his own students; they’d joined you and yours for exercises and more than a handful of missions in the past, and Kakashi knew how fond Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura were of the pair of seventeen year olds that followed your lead — but later. They’d hurt enough this week. “I — ” he starts to apologize, wanting you to know he understands, but you don’t let him.

“It is what it is,” you almost growl, and Kakashi knows that you don’t want to speak about this anymore. He won’t make you. You never forced him to discuss his own losses, so what kind of person would he be to press yours?

The two of you sit in silence again, the tension slowly easing into a more comfortable aura, and you both finally relax, basking for an hour in the simple, easy quiet that had fallen between the two of you. You can hear each other’s breathing, can sense the soothing pulse of one another’s chakra, and it’s an easy existence. The two of you had always managed to rest together once your burning jealousy faded and Kakashi’s self-deprecation eased enough for him to accept the hesitant companionship you offered — not friends right away, but you’d started off by sharing a few drinks every now and then, and then meetings every other fortnight or so became weekly, then biweekly, and they finally evolved into happening whenever one of you felt the need to see the other.

Like now.

“God, my calves ache,” you grumble, finally breaking the silence again, and he doesn’t bother fighting off the fond smile that creeps up at the sound of your grumpy voice. He’d been nervous that the most recent mission would change everything, but that was foolish; neither of you were strangers to loss. You’d manage, as always.

“If it makes you feel better, my shoulders feel like shit,” he offers, his soft smile widening upon hearing you snort.

“You trying to one-up me, Hatake?” you ask lazily, sitting up and stretching. He turns to answer, and after seeing them so often it’s easy to practically ignore the way your breasts lift above the water and reveal half-hard nipples as you raise your arms.

“I could make this a competition if you really wanted one,” he retorts easily, and your amused huff turns his smile to a slight grin.

“Fuck you,” you reply. A warm, excited buzz starts to fill him, a feeling he frequently had when in your presence; god, he loved spending time with you, however it may be.

“Right now? Normally we drink first,” he teases, and another silence falls between the two of you. Kakashi squeezes his eyes shut and kicks himself a little, wondering where the urge to say something that hinted at being vulgar to you had come from; this wasn’t one of his dirty romance novels, this was you, and Kakashi liked you. He didn’t want to fuck this up.

He jumps a little at the feeling of someone straddling his lap, and when his eyes instinctively flick open they widen at the sight of you gazing down at him with a dirty grin twisting your lips.

“Don’t tell me the old man can’t get it up after making the joke,” you tease in turn, and he starts grinning again. Why was he worried, again? This was you he was speaking to. You’d said much filthier things, things that would get you kicked out of most public places should you be overheard.

“Big talk for someone with such a small dick,” he replies, tilting his head to the side while looking up at you, and you scoff.

“I think my cock’s plenty large, Hatake,” you rumble, reaching between your bodies and taking his cock in one hand. A soft gasp leaps from his lips unintentionally, and you laugh breathily. “See? Large and still growing,” you murmur playfully through your messy grin, and Kakashi laughs in a way that devolves into a shaky whimper when you run your thumb across the sensitive underside of the tip of his cock.

“I’m n-not sure that belongs to you,” he manages to choke out as you start pumping his shaft one-handed beneath the water, and you hum slightly.

“Isn’t it?” you ask slyly, leaning down and beginning to lave hot, open-mouthed kisses along his neck. You stop for a moment with your tongue pressed flat against his racing pulsepoint before biting slightly at it and sucking at the hot flesh before moving up to his jawline. Soft pleased noises are your reward from the man you’re straddling, and you smile softly against his heated skin in between kisses and bites before continuing.

Your free hand begins to wander, gently beginning to massage the shoulders he’d complained of aching, all while covering him in love bites and kisses. “God, I’m so glad you’re home,” Kakashi whispers, his big hands coming to rest on your hips as you caress him with both your hands and your mouth. “Y’were gone so long-“ he’s interrupted when your mouth covers his so your tongues can lave over each other before you move on, and he keeps speaking. “-I kept getting so fucking hard and couldn’t do a damn thing about it without you, and I… Fuck, I missed you, I wanted you home, wanted you home so bad!” His deep voice comes out in a slight whine as his hips buck up into your loosely fisted hand, but you don’t fault him for it. Kakashi had always been especially sensitive to your touch, and this time was no different.

He continues to nonsensically ramble as you play with his cock and drown him with your lips, your hips slowly starting a smooth rhythm of grinding against him to soothe the taut heat in your belly.

“You talk too much,” you growl into his mouth, nipping at his lips in between kisses all while getting rougher and rougher with each roll of your hips and jerk of your hand. “Shut up and fuck me until you have to carry me out of the fucking hot springs.” It all comes out louder than you’d intended, something that makes Kakashi a little nervous; this wasn’t a private bathing area, anyone could come in at any time, and if you got caught the two of you would be blacklisted by the staff. You had to be careful.

“Y’gotta shut that pretty mouth before you get us caught,” Kakashi moans, his callused hands grasping at your hips as the water sloshes around you. “F-Fuck, that feels good…!”

“I gotta shut my mouth?” you reply, voice filled with exasperated sarcasm. “Hatake, you’re whining like a virgin touching his first pair of tits, don’t even try me.”

“God, you’re such a fucking brat,” Kakashi groans, and you chuckle right before he captures his mouth with your own at the same time as you lift your hips. He does the same, freeing his cock from beneath the water, and you sink down on it before it really has a chance to start getting cold. The two of you moan into the other’s mouth at the simultaneous feeling of being filled and filling someone.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Hatake,” you whine breathily into him, and he moans deeply and rolls his hips up into yours in response. The only noises falling from those sinful lips of his are stuttered whines and groans, noises you mirror and respond to in kind as he fucks up into you at the same time you thrust down, the head of his cock slamming against your sensitive cervix as the cock your insides are practically moulded to carved out it’s usual place inside you.

“F-Fuck yes — please, more!” Kakashi whimpers, and you let your head fall back at the tone of his words, slamming down just a little bit harder. Water sloshes violently around the two of you, splashing up over the lip of the bath as the two of you roll your bodies together in that perfect way that the two of you were well practiced in.

Throwing your arms around his shoulders, you hold on tight and he brutally fucks his hips up into yours, water splashing and his heavy balls slapping audibly against you as he fills you to the brim with his cock. “O-Oooh-!” you moan suddenly, the noise swift and punched out of you. At the sound of it, Kakashi’s voice cracks.

“Oh, God yes — harder, ride me fucking hard, just like that-!”

His eyes are rolling up now, and the grip he has on your hips is bruisingly tight. One of his big hands runs up the length of your spine, his forearm crossing your shoulder blades while his hand grips desperately at your shoulder, tugging you closer to him and mashing your chests together. One of your own hands moves to cup the back of his head, your fingers disappearing into his white hair, and your own head lolls forward so your forehead rests against one of your arms around his shoulders.

“Fuck, Kakashi,” you whisper out in a whine, moaning softly as he cants his hips up in the way he knows you like without even thinking. “A-aah-! Mmmhh… Oh, fuck…”

“S-So good,” he grunts, “Fuckfuckfuck — Y-Yes, c’mon, s’close-!” His rhythm is getting lost in the pleasured haze you’re both collapsing into. You can feel yourself on the brink, and you relinquish your grip around his shoulders with one hand to push the other between your grinding bodies to rub furious circles around your clit, your hips stuttering messily up into your own touch.

“Y’gonna cum for me, Kakashi?” You ask breathlessly through a moan. “Gonna cum in me, gonn fill me up? Gonna breed my whore fuckin’ cunt?”

“Only a whore for me,” Kakashi growls plaintively against you, and you whine.

“Y-Yeah, baby, only for you. ‘M all yours…” The promise has him moaning again, your own voice joining him as the two of you both ease closer and closer to the edge, a long drawn out series of filthy noises and sounds falling from both of your lips at the same time.

The stone at least two feet outside of the baths is darkened by water that’s splashed over from the violent movements going on in the heated pools, and both you and Kakashi are sopping wet and soaked; anyone with a brain in their head would know what’s happened, people who frequent the public baths here aren’t typically idiots — but you don’t care. You’re too fucking close to cumming to give a fuck about the disgust, about the reports that would be made, about the notice that would be put up warning patrons of the consequences of being caught fucking on the property.

“M’gonna cum,”Kakashi whimpers breathily, “God, I’m gonna cum, gonna cum so hard!”

“Yeah?” you ask weakly, letting out a gasped cry when he hits inside perfectly. “A-Aah! Y-Yes, yes — cum for me, Kakashi, fill me up!” You watch through a haze as his eyes roll back and his jaw drops, his mouth open and ready for the moment you spit in his mouth. A garbled cry echoes in his throat moments before he swallows what you’d given him, and two quick ruts up into you end with him keeping his hips up and grinding his cock inside as a familiar warmth spreads inside your cunt. You circle your clit faster and faster until your own orgasm washes over you, your own eyes rolling back and one twitching slightly as you clamp down on and begin milking his cock of all the cum it has to offer, pressing down into where he’s pushing up into you.

Your grip on him tightens as you cling to him like some love-stricken beast, and he reacts in kind, squeezing you back and clutching your naked body close as his cock twitches inside of you with each new spurt of cum he releases inside.

“Fuckin’ — F-Fuckin’ love you,” he mumbles into your skin as his heart races against yours, and you hold him close while he does the same with you.

You press a gentle kiss to the crown of his head. “Love you too,” you whisper, allowing yourself the simple pleasure. ‘I love you’s were only said in moments like this, with him balls deep inside where he belonged and filling you up like you deserved.

The two of you rest with his cock still in you, basking in the afterglow before Kakashi finally breaks it.

“Come home with me,” he says quietly. “Sleep in my bed with me tonight, wanna hold you to sleep.” You’re quiet for a moment, unsure, but eventually nod.

“Okay,” you whisper. You’ll allow yourself the luxury of comfort, even if just for tonight. If anyone but Kakashi had offered it, though, you know you would have denied them. Kakashi just had a way about him that you couldn’t deny. “Let’s get out of this water and — and go home.” You hear his breath hitch when you refer to his home as your own, but don’t comment on it. Why would you, when not a word you’d uttered was a lie?

And hell, if the two of you fucked a handful more times around his house before falling asleep for over eleven hours, no one had to know but the two of you.

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

#kakashi hatake x reader #hatake kakashi x reader #naruto x reader #naruto shippuden x reader #kakashi hatake x you #hatake kakashi x you #naruto x you #naruto shippuden x you #— kinktober_23.♡

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inhibitionfreewriting · 7 months

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Hasan idea!!

Has been dating his girl for like a year and chat has NO idea until she is cooking in the kitchen or just doing something in the house where she gets hurt and yelps and he immediately shouts “babe!?” and he gets up and helps her. Idk how it would end thats where you can let your creativity flow haha

Love your stuff 🫶🫶

I have simultaneously had a lot of ideas for this and none, because the second I click answer all of them leave my mind. I'm so sorry. It's the mental illness 💀

Hasan hasn't introduced you to stream or chat not because he doesn't love you to bits and pieces, but his chat can be absolutely chaotic in the worst ways and at this point its been put off for so long that neither of you really care (but not in a bad way).

But last night was a lot. The get together bonfire had kept you both up far longer than it should have, not counting you falling asleep in his lap at least twice. It was safe and warm and that buzz you had from that last drink Will made? It sealed your fate.

So while you had finally gotten coffee in you, you were pretty sure that the exhaustion of half sleeping multiple times would be plaguing you for the entire rest of the day. You just wanted to do something nice - cook dinner while he was streaming instead of ordering out. It'd help wake you up and you'd get to watch his face enjoy the food from just off screen as he takes the first bite.

Maybe that exhaustion was much worse than you thought, because when you were cutting through the potatoes for the curry you were cooking, you might have been holding your hand against the potato wrong and sliced directly into your finger. Luckily, you pulled back quickly enough to have not actually done any real damage, but you YELPED and yelped LOUD.

Without a second thought, because Kaya was asleep in the room with him, he called out loudly, "babe!?" Chat went WILD.

>babe? babe? babe? babe?

>WHO????

>who tf 😭 kaya right there

He didn't spare them a 'be right back' before standing up and heading towards the kitchen to see what was going on, and there you were, washing your hand and trying to keep the tears at bay. Hasan was a godsend though because he didn't panic when stuff like this happened and helped bandage the cut on your finger (thank god it really wasn't that bad, because you didn't really want to go to the hospital).

"I-I'm sorry, I was trying to cut the potatoes and I'm so bad at holding my hand right and-"

"Shut up, it's fine," he ran a hand over your shoulder and softly grabbed the back of your neck to kiss your forehead. "Are you good though, really?" You nodded and rubbed the heel of your palm into your eye to push away a last few tear or two.

"Yeah, I'm okay, just feel dumb." He rolled his eyes, mumbling that you weren't dumb and that he was glad you were okay. Hasan pulled you into a hug, pressing soft kisses to your forehead. "You can go back to stream." You both paused and looked at each other.

"I guess they know about you now, huh. Can't really tell them the one yelping was Kaya... You don't have to join this one but, after you finish with the curry we can eat it on stream together."

"Okay. Go back to streaming. I love you, thank you." He kissed you again.

"Love you too."

#hasan x reader #hasan piker x reader #rpf fic #ask replies #bunny writes

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saetoru · 2 years

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SPOILED PRINCESS — IMAUSHI WAKASA.

「 SYNOPSIS 」 ⋮ imaushi wakasa x reader — 2.3k words — wakasa thinks you act a bit too bratty for attention

≣ contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, jealous! wakasa (of benkei), (slightly) insecure! wakasa, semi public sex (in the gym after hours), he sucks your tits bc that's what i want you deserve, begging, unprotected sex, creampie, use of pet names (princess + baby (and brat lol))

≣ notes ⋮ idk everyone always writes shin jealous of waka, but i present to you all: waka jealous of benkei. anyway i am so ill over him i would eat my own liver for one chance with him

“are you done yet?” you whine, and wakasa is sure that this much eye twitching must be bad for his well-being. if he’s being honest, he’s sure you must be bad for his well-being at this rate.

“no,” he grunts, continuing with his paperwork.

wakasa figures running a gym is as lucky of a job as he’ll get. he’s passionate about fighting, even if he doesn’t always seem it—and if he’s being honest, he doesn’t think he can ever forget his glory days. he doesn’t think he can ever move on from the fights and the rush of adrenaline, so he stays as close to fighting as he can, even if it means running a gym—but paperwork always comes with owning an establishment, and he’s no exception.

you, on the other hand, seem to hope he is.

“waka, you said fifteen minutes,” you grumble, “and that was forty minutes ago.”

“it’s taking longer than i expected,” he grunts.

“then save it for another—“

“babe,” he grits his teeth, making you pause as you hear the warning tone in his voice. it makes you pout, crossing your arms as you huff and turn your nose away from him. “i have to finish these papers.”

“fine, i’ll bug benkei then,” you grumble. you’re petulant in your tone, it doesn’t go unnoticed by him, but he doesn’t say anything as you march out of his office.

at least he’s granted some peace—and fewer distractions as he works means working faster, which means more time with you.

but then he hears it. it’s quiet at first, he doesn’t seem to notice as he speeds through his papers, but there’s the sound of your giggles that has to be exaggerated. he scoffs, eye twitching before he slams his pen down and wanders off to the gym, eyes instantly finding you, boring into your figure as he watches you grin down at benkei.

“now you’re just showing off,” you shake your head, and wakasa’s vein all but pops as you stare at benkei’s arms as he bench presses…whatever insane weight he can bench press.

wakasa has a soft spot for his friend, he really does—but he can’t help the bitterness creeping up and hunching over his shoulders, weighing him down as he watches you enjoy your time with his friend. and being impressed, no less.

“you’re the one who bet i couldn’t handle the weight,” benkei chuckles, curling his arms up and down with ease, making wakasa’s lips purse unhappily.

why do you look so happy to be occupied by benkei of all people? why are you so shocked a man his size can handle that much weight anyway? wakasa has never been too jealous…but benkei, benkei is a sore spot.

there’s something gnawing at him—something heavy and weighted and spiteful that the same man he once rivaled is the same man you’ve chosen to spend your time with while he’s busy.

“it was a joke,” you snort, “you seem like you have something to prove, though—” you’re cut off by the clearing of your boyfriend’s throat, making you turn your head at him, brows raised like you weren’t expecting his intrusion.

the idea that he’s intruding on a moment between another man and his girlfriend leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.

“thought you were heading out,” wakasa eyes benkei, watching as the bar gets set down before his friend sits up.

“i was,” benkei nods, “until someone whined about being bored,” you have the audacity to look sheepish when benkei gives you a pointed look, making wakasa’s teeth grit. “you’ve got a handful with this one.”

“yeah, seems like it,” wakasa grunts. if benkei notices the slight hostility in wakasa’s tone, he chooses not to mention it. instead, he rises, offering a good-natured smile before flicking your forehead gently—a gesture that makes wakasa clench his jaw.

“well, see you both tomorrow,” benkei waves off before making his exit, leaving your attention to fall on your evidently unhappy boyfriend. you raise a brow, making your way over as your thumb runs over his tightened jaw.

“you seem tense,” you mumble gently, “waka, what’s wrong?”

“what’s wrong?” he raises a brow, making your hand retract with a slight flinch at the sharpness of his tone.

wakasa doesn’t think he’s a guy who lacks confidence—in fact, he likes to think he’s a rather self-assured guy. he’s never lacked attention, never doubted his appeal or his charm, never had trouble getting the attention he craves should he crave it at all. but something about you feels different—something in him yearns to be more than a pretty face, something important.

and benkei is gentle, soft and comforting under the exterior, someone who can carefully cradle you like a jewel in the palm of his hand. wakasa isn’t sure if he can compete with that—as much as he hates the thought. there’s a small ounce of guilt that pangs in his chest for doubting you—you who cups his face like he’s the earth’s core under your palm, you who kisses his nose like he’s warm rays of sunlight against your lips, you who offers him love even if you have to peel away layers of yourself to give him what you think he deserves.

so he grunts, eyeing you with a lazy glare that makes your head tilt in confusion.

“baby, you’re—”

“want me to call benkei back so he does some push-ups? maybe he’ll let you sit on his back,” he grumbles, jealousy seeping through his words before he can stop the flow. you have the audacity to chuckle, like this is funny, like it’s nothing serious.

“so you do have a jealous side. good to know,” you tease, pinching his cheek. he grunts, swatting your hand away as he glowers at you, taking a step back when you try to wrap your arms around his neck. “don’t be stubborn,” you furrow your brows, “it was just benkei. he’s your friend—”

“don’t be a fuckin’ brat,” he shoots back, “need my attention so bad, huh? well, you got it,” he growls.

wakasa’s lips are on yours before you even have a chance to process his words—they hungrily devour you like he’s a starved man, lost in his own deprivation. you can only gasp against his mouth as he nibbles and sucks on your bottom lip, pressing his firmly against you like he’s knitting himself along your seams.

“w-waka, someone could—”

“we’re closed,” he cuts you off, hand snaking up your shirt to knead your breasts. you gasp, fingers curling tightly around the fabric of his shirt as his lips wander to your neck, sucking sweetly along your pulse point.

“but the sign hasn’t been—”

“don’t care,” he says simply, “gonna fuck the brat right outta you,” he speaks lowly against your ear, making you shiver as he reminds you, “you wanted this.”

you did want this—you just figured it’d be in the comforts of your own home. but there’s something uncharacteristically needy in his demeanor, something that makes it hard for you to deny him. so with a shaky moan, you tilt your head to give him more access to your neck, letting him scatter wet kisses along your skin and suck marks where he pleases.

you’re not sure when he even stripped you of your clothes, his movements a blur as he has you sprawled against the same bench benkei laid just moments ago, hovering over you and raking his eyes over your bare chest. his lips latch onto your nipple in an instant, making you gasp as your fingers tangle into his hair, tugging at the strands when his tongue rolls over the pebbled bud. you whine when his hand cups your other tit, thumb running over your nipple before squeezing it.

“waka,” you moan, hips bucking up to rub against his clothed erection. he groans against your chest, slotting a knee between your legs and giving you a small bit of the friction you crave. “p-please—”

“please what,” he raises a brow, “you were whining my ear off just a bit ago. use your words now.”

there’s a whimper caught in your throat when his fingers press against your heat through your underwear, thumb rubbing circles over your clothed clit and making you huff frustratedly for more. a small part of him feels satisfaction that he’s able to rile you up with so little.

“please waka,” you pout, wrapping your arms around his neck and clinging to him. your lips are right against the shell of his ear as you speak, “please fuck me—wanna feel you,” you whisper, hips rubbing against his straining cock once more.

with a groan, he slides your underwear down your legs, freeing his pulsing cock from the confinements of his boxers. your hand reaches to wrap around his length, smearing the pre cum around the tip before stroking him slowly, pulling a low groan from him as his head falls to your shoulder. turning, you press a gentle kiss to the side of his head, squeezing around his tip as you stroke your fist up his length. you drag your fist along his cock a few more times before he stops you, forehead pressing against yours as he looks at you with hooded eyes.

“you’re fuckin’ mine,” he says lowly before bringing the blunt head of his cock to your dripping entrance, sliding along your walls and collecting your slick along his tip. you whine, head falling back against the bench as your legs wrap around his waist.

“yours—all yours. please, n-need you, waka,” you plead, and with a low chuckle, you feel his cock inch past your folds, curving into you perfectly as he bottoms out. you groan into each other’s mouths, panting through labored breaths as he gives you a moment to adjust.

each roll of his hips feels like electricity running up your veins, making your hips cant up and meet his thrusts and your hands fist his long tresses, tugging at the roots when he angles his hips and slams against your sweet spot. you feel his thick veins glide against your walls, adding to the friction of his cock bullying into you slowly, hard and deliberate.

“this what you wanted?” he coos, grabbing your cheeks with one hand and squeezing them together, grinning down at you as he takes in the fucked out expression on your face and the haziness of your eyes, “wanted me to fuck you in my own gym? drop everything to make you cum, huh? ‘s that why you were whinin’ so much?”

“wak—oh, fuck,” you gasp, mewling when his other hand travels between your bodies to harshly thumb your clit, making the steady ache to your orgasm build. he hisses as you clamp around him, the warmth of your walls encasing him like a tight hug, your slick coating his thick girth as the squelching sound of him fucking into you echoes through the empty gym.

“what, you can’t speak, baby?” he grunts, thrusting sharply into you, making you sob as tears cling to your lashes. he’s cruel with his pace, not faltering in his movements as the fat tip of his cock kisses your spot over and over again. “so fuckin’...s-spoiled—like getting fucked like you’re spoiled?”

“‘kasa ‘m close,” you whimper, making him growl against your jaw as he nips at the skin. he’s sucked enough spots into your flesh to make him grin down at you satisfied, eyeing the marks with a pleased glint in his eyes.

“yeah, i bet you are,” he grins, “cause i know how to fuck this pussy, don’t i? anyone else make you feel like this? hmm?” his thumb presses down on your clit harder, making you cry out as you pull at the strands of hair combed through your fingers.

“no, jus’ you—jus’ you, waka,” you wail, making him hum with a satisfied grin.

“sound so pretty when you’re crying for me,” he groans, hips rutting sloppily against you as he approaches his high, breath heavy as he pants against the crook of your neck, burying his head against you as he lets out a needy moan. “sound even better when you’re cumming—gonna cum for me, princess? let go, baby.”

his words are enough to make your lips part with a silent scream as you cum, hard. your hands trail to his shoulders, nails digging into the skin as you gush around his cock, making him groan brokenly as your walls spasm around him. he’s panting erratically into your neck by now, but a needier part of him forces himself to wrench away and stare at the way your face breaks with pleasure. he groans at the sight, voice cracking as he grunts your name when his own orgasm crashes over him in waves.

“f-fuck, baby—feel so good,” he rasps, “shit, ‘s so good.”

you feel the warmth of his cum spilling into you, each hot rope painting your wall with every twitch of his cock, his hips desperately rolling to fuck you through your peaks. you feel his arms tremble as he hovers over you before he collapses onto your body with a soft moan as he finishes.

you let his face dig back into your neck, humming quietly when his plants a light peck into your skin.

“i like when you’re jealous,” you say cheekily, “we get to do this.”

“i hate when you’re a fuckin’ brat,” he grumbles, “don’t talk to benkei. he’s weird and annoying.”

“that makes two of you.” you giggle when you feel him bite at your shoulder lightly, hand threading through his sweaty locks as the other runs along his bare back in slow circles. the bitterness in his mouth from earlier dissipates as the honey trickles through his lips when you pull his face to give him a sweet kiss. “but you don’t have to be jealous,” you murmur softly, “i love you. even if you ignore me.”

“love you too. even though you don’t shut the fuck up.”

#teepods.writings #thirstee!#thirsts.#wakasa x reader #wakasa smut #wakasa x you #imaushi wakasa x reader #imaushi wakasa x you #imaushi wakasa smut #wakasa x y/n #tr x reader #tr x you #tr smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers smut #tokrev x reader #tokrev smut #tokrev x you

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mxssingmemories · 8 months

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hi hi hiiii juleeees can i pleaseee get a tony stark x daughter!reader where they're sick or smtj idk i have mild conjunctivitis rn amd it sucks ☹️ so maybe just smth wherr tony takes care of reader and gets cheeseburgers for them ot smth (im sorry if this is too big i love uu)

Burgers

Pairing: Tony Stark x daughter!reader

Summary: you're sick, and you scare the shit out of your dad. Fluff and burgers ensue.

Warnings: mention of not eating due to sickness, passing out, sickness in general

Word Count: 480, just a short lil blurb I'M SO SORRY

A/N: ASH!! HI!! this was so sweet to write, tysm for the request lovie

The sound of loud coughing startled Tony into consciousness, his heart immediately speeding up. He jumped out of bed, running to your room-prepared to find anything and everything. His panic subsided almost instantly, though. He ran in to find you bent over on your bed, in the middle of an awful-sounding coughing fit. He stepped next to your bed, sending a reassuring smile as he sat down next to you.

“You alright, sweetie?” he asked, softly rubbing your back.

“Yeah, dad,” was what you tried to say, but you ended up coming into another coughing fit before you could say a single word.

“Easy, okay, breathe through it,” he coached, worried lines showing through on his face. Luckily, you were too busy hacking up a horse to notice. He hated you seeing it when he was worried. Even in times like these, he wanted his entire focus to be on you.

The fit steadily got worse, and Tony did his best to get you through it.

“Fri, can you tell Bruce what’s going on? I’m gonna bring her down to the medbay,” was the last thing you heard before everything went black; the stress on your body too much for you to keep up with.

“Oh god,” Tony exclaimed, immediately picking you up in his arms and rushing to the elevator. The ride down to the bay felt like an hour, even though it was only two minutes. When the doors finally opened, Bruce rushed to his side, eyes widening when he realized you weren't conscious.

“What happened?” Bruce asked as you were rushed into a room, him already hooking up your vitals in less than two seconds.

“I-I don’t know. One minute she was coughing a lot and then she just,” he paused to wipe his nose on his sleeve,”passed out.”

"Okay, so I'm not seeing anything serious. It looks like pink eye? She doesn't need to be in the hospital right now, Tones," he assured, smiling when all the tension drained out of his best friend's body.

As soon as Bruce finished talking, your eyes fluttered open, confusion masking your face. Tony reassured you as quickly as he could, and a few minutes later, you were riding down to the garage. He decided he wanted to take you to get some fast food-it was his cure-all for stressful days with you.

As you pulled up to the McDonald's line-"Why are we even here," being said about fifteen times from your dad- you laidd your head on his shoulder, letting your eyes close. Your breathing evened out, but Tony woke you up when you got your food.

"Thanks, dad," you smiled, digging into your food. You still felt like absolute shit, but you hadn't eaten in almost a day thanks to your illness. You could have sworn that was the best burger you'd had in your whole life.

#tony stark x daughter!reader #tony stark fluff #my writing #tony stank #mcu fanfiction #sick fic #for ash

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lesbianslvt666 · 11 months

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Hogwarts!AU

Astronomy!professor!Ellie x Dark arts! Professor f!reader

Acquaintances to friends to enemies to lovers?

MINORS DNI OR ILL BLOCK YOU!

content warning: mentions of bad spells lol you see around the end.

Slytherin reader lol, Ellie keeping secrets from you so you use your sexiness to get her to spill (both down her pants and information)

smut (very bad lol,, i am still shit at writing it) fingering (both Ellie and reader), almost pussy eating (E! receiving), switch Ellie and reader, small choking play (E! receiving), marking (E! receiving), hickeys (E! receiving), nibbles (E! receiving), neediness I guess, none of you cum at the end lol (spoiler I guess) idk what else :))

Your tight curls trapped in a scarf. You didn’t had no time or interest to get all dolled up for your first class, seven am, after, of course staying until 2 am talking senselessly with Ellie.

When you woke up Ellie was still sound asleep, her messy shaggy hair sticking to her face, making a mental note while you changed and got ready for your day, to braid her hair at night.

Entering the classroom gave the weirdest memories back to you. like no time had gone by, the classroom looked exactly the same.

The class was Gryffindor's and Slytherins, your own house arrival was earlier than the Gryffindor's, "one point to the Slytherins" you said as a joke, earning a few chuckles from the students.

The class was interesting to say the least, clouded with questions ranging from getting to know you to what had happened to the last professor. Your answers of course staying appropriate as possible and dismissing the ones relating to your predecessor.

Breakfast arrived fast after the lesson, dismissing the class was easy of course. However getting to the great hall with the clouded hallways proved to be a problem, trying to avoid the mass of students, circling through corridors until you couldn’t recognize where you were or where to turn.

Before you could freak out, you heard two muffled voices. your name being the only words you could recognize, walking in your tippy toes so the people talking couldn't hear you. You arrived as nearby as you could to the sound.

"what I am trying to tell you Ellie! is that I don’t know… if it’s a wise idea for her to know…" Minerva's voice sounded weary, shaky.

"Minerva, she is a strong girl, she can take the news" a short pause clouded after Ellie spoke. "I actually think telling her is more clever, she has to know what danger could be coming so she can be ready"

Ellie voice sounded smaller, like scared a student might hear.

"no Williams!, the headmaster was very clear about not letting her know, she knows there is a threat and that is enough for her to take care when it- IF IT comes." her voice was an ultimatum, the clack of her shoes sounded harsh on the ground.

However, you didn’t heard a second pair walking- "I know you are there, come forward."

You, as if a child being discovered doing something you shouldn’t have, came to her line of view, her eyes opening wide and your name leaving her mouth like a hiccup driven by surprised, "I thought it was a student, what are you doing here!?" her steps approaching you.

A low chuckle leave your lips when you realized how childish the whole thing was. "well… I got lost…" your tongue emphasising the s and t sound.

She let out an amuse laugh. "just like old times angel?" her eyes opened as soon as the pet name left her lips, your own face becoming red, you had fought monsters, dragons, men. But Ellie calling you angel truly made you weak.

Changing completely the subject, Ellie guided you to the great hall, asking you questions about you class. You quickly realized Ellie had a thing for you. The night before accidentally confessing she had a crush on you when you were friends with Dina and today calling you pet names.

You guessed the best way to know the secrets Minerva and the head master didn’t wanted you to know was… maybe, getting to Ellies "good" side, and even getting a bit more of other things?

When night embodied the sky, Ellie took off to her classroom, doing her stuff while you ran around the dorm sharpening your plan, how to make Ellie fall for you, how to get her to tell you everything…

12:00 am

The clock beside you turn as soon as Ellie entered the room, her body and face tired. "I didn’t knew astronomy was so exhausting" she jumped slightly at your voice, giving away the fact that she thought you were sound asleep. "I mean… mentally it is, but today… umm…" she sat down on a corner of her bed, taking her shoes off and moving her head around, trying to relive some pain off her shoulders. You sneakered behind her, not getting in the bed just yet

"I had to- umm, I had to fix a few things before class…"her voice just above a whisper, her head lost in a sea of wondering thoughts, her sight far away from the room.

Her hands travelled to her cloak now, trying to get it off, however, she was met with your hands upon hers, while you tried to take a seat behind her, trapping her between your legs and your chest pressed to her back. Her body stiffened, trying too hard not to explode right there. "let me help you then… just relax" your hands stripping her shoulders off the cloak and massaging the tension off them.

Your touch felt so good, the pressure on her chest subsiding, her thoughts fixated on you, your scent lingering and embracing her and your warmth relaxing every bit of coldness and bitterness.

A groan scaped her lips without her notice and her head fell to your right shoulder, exposing her beautiful neck to you, calling you, your lips almost giving in to kiss her, so easy for you to reach…

With your free hand, you took you wand, diming the lights and closing the drapes with a few spells, she took hers, like connected to you, turning on a music player, the faint sound of music indulging your ears.

Humming softly to the music, your hands wondering around her arms, toned, veiny, tatted, so hot…

She opened her eyes slowly, looking at your face, while you looked down to her hands, rings adorning her long fingers and you thought about the logistics of her slender fingers deep inside you with the rings, or without them?

"you like my rings?" her voice laced with something you couldn’t quiet decipher, was she mocking you? Could she read your thoughts? You mind wondering upon two options. You could continue as you heart and your cunt were hopping you would, or… you could change the topic now to the elephant in the room… however, there was like three gigantic elephants here and you didn’t knew which should be better to address.

could it be the threat of your life? Would that be too soon? Scare her off?

Could it be her tired demeanour and the fact that she had bruises underneath her tattoos?

Or maybe address the fact that you heard the Hufflepuffs bickering at dinner about the fact that Ellie dismissed todays class…

"I like your hands too…" your heart won.

Her arm moved to the side, fingers glassing over your exposed tight, while you looked down to her movements and then up to her concentrated face, and to her exposed neck.

Your hand moved by itself, like in trance, fingers trapping her chin to look at you.

"would it be wrong if I wanted to kiss you?" your voice small, almost ashamed.

Your mouth was attacked by her own, her body moving now to face you, your legs intertwining to cage her hips and push her closer to you, her strong hands holding you to push you two further into the bed.

Her hot mouth open on top of yours, the kiss so needy so intense, years of thinking how you'd taste and how you'd feel came to pay her up badly, squirming and shifting on top of you, needing more, needing to fulfil her fantasies.

Her hands planted on the bed, on each side of your face, you pulled her even closed with your legs, your hands exploring her torso all the way to her breast.

This closeness was torturing, it wasn’t enough.

"please Ellie…"

her eyes rolling to the back of her head, your voice pleading for her.

"please what bun?"

her face burying in your neck, tracing all the way to find your sweet spot, needing to know what makes you weak, she wanted to know all the ways she could please you.

"touch me Ellie, I need you… please…"

She felt like wave of something new hit her from the back, her whole body now caging you and her hands pulling you so close.

Like waltzing, both of you shifted positions, Ellie was now sitting on the bed, strong back flushed against the headboard.

You were now sitting on top of her, so impossibly close, if your atoms could melt against hers and make one being they would.

Her hands roaming all over your body, so desperate to touch every bit of you. Your mouth hot in her neck, tracing with your tongue everywhere you could, desperate to feel more of her.

Her agitated breathing mixed with the sound of your clothed thighs against her pants. Fabric shifting while you straddle her, moving your hips against her own, choked moans coming from your throat, feeling her hips bulge upwards, hitting you core. Her head going backwards, the over stimulation so much…

Your hands pushing past her sports bra massaging both her breast under her shirt, hard nipples at the palm of your hand and she was squirming, trying hard not to moan only by small friction (that wasn’t enough) and the view of your needy state on top of her, trying to ride her, still fully clothed (that WAS enough)

She kissed you again, hot mouth against yours, opened lips for her to simply slide in, tongue exploring your mouth and you took your time to suck on it. That pushed her to oblivion, one of her hands going down to the place she needed you the most.

"oh no, you are not getting yourself off, that’s my job pretty."

your voice adding another layer to her ache, your words almost making her cum on the spot, your body sliding off her, ass perked up so she could see it while you lowered yourself in between her legs, her neediness making her shake slightly when your hands came to unbuckle her belt.

Not wanting to make her suffer any longer, you slid off her pants and boxers in a swift motion, her legs closing together after that.

"I am usually the one… ummm… The one down there" she said almost shy, scared that it would scare you off.

You just chuckled.

"do you want this Ellie? Do you want me to make you feel good? To make the stress go away?"

With every word you spoke, she opened slightly her legs for you, your smirk making evident that you needed this as much as she did.

Placing her legs up your shoulder while giggling you dive in to kissing her milky legs, every mole and freckled receive personal attention form you mouth and tongue.

"Ellie, do you want this?" you said resting you head on one of her thighs.

"yes, yes… please I want you all" and she would have you.

Those words tickled something in the pit of your stomach, a desire bubbling there like nothing before.

Kissing more roughly up her thigh, leaving marks, small nibbles and hickeys, her response were agitated breaths and drown moans. One of your fingers arrived first to her aching cunt, her hips buckling in to your palm trying to get something more, anything at all. glistening essence coating your palm as you decided to be a good girl for her fully palming her pretty pussy, inserting a finger of your other hand.

Her mouth hung agape at that, you couldn’t resist how good she felt on your finger, clutching on to it. The room feeling too hot out of nowhere so you detached from her, her small pout making you giggle while you took of your sleep set, no underwear, she groaned "take your shirt Ells, play nice…"

She wasn’t used to being told what to do, I mean, not in these sort of circumstances…

And that almost made her quiver.

Both completely naked now, she couldn’t stop herself for latching on to you, kissing you and feeling you, naked body flushed against her hot skin.

One of her hands falling down to you cunt, dripping down your legs, she wanted to ruin you, to take you and mark you as hers. And she will…

"tell me If you want me to stop"

Her hand now palming you, both kneeled on the bed facing each other. Your mind in ecstasy and confused.

You were supposed to make her feel good… right?

Your own had going down on her, mirroring her position, her other free hand falling to your ass, pressing so hard that you knew tomorrow youll see the print of her hand on it. Your free one going for her neck, pressing only around it slightly. Her head fell back, eyes rolling all the way. Your hand now deep in her pussy, your hard nipples flushed to hers, her hand feeling your cunt closing on her fingers. It was too much for both.

"I am… I am gonna…" your voice cut off by your own moans and shaky breaths.

"me too angel, cum with me…" her own voice whiny and raspy, strained from trying to keep her moans from coming out her lips, it was a matter of seconds before you both reached your high.

A loud sound and a scream could be heard from outside your room. Both of you separating fast, startle…

Flushed faces and naked bodies separating from each other.

"what the fuck was that!" Ellies eyes opened, fear seeping from the pit of her stomach out, seemingly forgetting that none of you made it to your orgasm…

Your puzzling mind wondering, no other thought than to investigate, walking without noticing and putting your clothes back on with every step you took. Ellie, putting her shirt on and some sweats she had around. following you close behind, her breath itching your neck.

Opening the door made a loud screeching sound, gaining to however was on the other side to run, Ellie looked to the opposite end of the footsteps, a girl laying cold on the ground, eyes and mouth open in destress, so full of fear that sent a chill down your spine, her hand was pointing out on front of her line of sight, she was petrified.

"take her to the infirmary!" you screamed at Ellie, taking off to run behind the footsteps.

Ellie looked to where you were leaving, ready to catch whoever did it, an indescribable feeling pooling in her throat, she looked down to the kid in her hands. "fuck!" she screamed as you were now out of her view.

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mr-m-murdock · 2 years

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your stuff is so well written, with the word choices and the descriptions, i love the way you write so much it’s so..IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE IT BUT LIKE ITS SUPER GOOD!!

i was wondering if you’d write any little drabbles about opf about either reader or natasha being sick and the other taking care of them but like the sick one is trying to hide the fact they’re sick and trying to deal with it alone bc they’re so used to it 😞🫶

how d'you like your eggs?

| natasha x reader | only pretty faces

warnings: none

a/n: I. LOVE. SICK FICS.

The bed is empty when you wake, and you register this with your sleep-sluggish brain.

Then you hear her sneeze, in the bathroom through the door. Twice. Three times. Four.

"Nata," you say hoarsely.

"Yeah?" she replies. You see a glimpse of red hair. Her voice is thick.

"You are disturbing me."

She laughs, and you hear the rustle of tissue. "You're such a jackass."

You pull the sheets more securely over your head, blotting out the sound of her sniffs and the light from the window. "Come back to bed," you say, your arm falling over the side of the mattress to brush the floor.

"Coming." That thick sound again, like there's something stuck in her throat. You stick your head out of the covers and frown at her as she enters, ignoring the fond smile on her face.

"What's wrong with you?" you ask. She grabs your nose and you squirm out of her grasp.

"Rude."

"Why is your face like that?"

"Rude," Natalia repeats. Her nose is red. In fast, her whole face is flushed. She sits gingerly down on the edge of the bed. "You want breakfast?" she asks.

You study her. Her fingers gripping the covers, her wrists trembling. The way her chest is moving shallowly, her breaths in tight little gasps. "I'll make breakfast," you say. She raises an eyebrow at you.

"Oh, you will?"

"Yes, I will." You wave a hand vaguely in the direction of the ceiling. "That thing James said about assimilating back into the world."

She studies you critically for a second, but she doesn't appear to have the energy to protest, and you scramble out of bed, touch her shoulder and make for the kitchen.

Behind you, you hear a whoof as she collapses back onto the mattress.

Natalia only emerges when you begin to burn the food. She leans against the kitchen doorframe, barefoot. Her face is pallid now, her shoulders slumped.

"You're burning that," she says thickly.

"You really are the most observational-"

"Idiot."

You turn back to the oven with a sigh. "Sit." She pauses, then obeys, her feet making no sound against the floor. The chair scrapes and she drops heavily into it.

You serve her a watery fried egg on a piece of toast with the burnt edges cut off, and she beams at you like you've set the world on her plate, her bloodshot eyes turning up at the corners.

"Sit," Natalia says, and when you've sat down, she forks a bit of egg white up and pushes it into your mouth. She's only eaten a small square of toast when she pushes her plate away.

You touch her forehead under the guise of affection. Her skin is hot like sunwarmed stones, alarmingly so.

"You're ill," you say.

Natalia pulls away from your hand, her constant smile fading. "No," she says. "I'm not."

"Okay, so eat," you prompt. She eyes her plate reluctantly.

"I have work to do today," she says eventually, and she pushes herself up to stand. You grab her shoulders and shove her down again: it's frighteningly easy. She stares up at you.

"You're going back to bed."

"I'm not sick."

"Nata," you say, fixing her with a look. Her nose is still red, her lips cracked, her eyes half closed. You wonder if she has a headache.

Finally, she gives in. She leans forward slowly and presses her face to your stomach with a sigh. "Okay," she says, muffled. "Only if you come with me."

You scratch at her scalp, thumbs in circles just behind her ears and she melts into you with a groan. "Of course."

"My head hurts." She shivers, hard like she's been holding it back all this time. "I'm cold."

"I'll get you an Ibuprofen."

Still, she doesn't move away from you. In the end, you have to lift her up with arms around her waist, and walk her into the bedroom yourself. You lay her down amongst the tornado of sheets, draw them over her shoulders, and make for the bathroom to get the medicine. When you return, she's curled into a ball, shuddering under the covers. You switch the light off.

You set the glass of water you'd poured down on the bedside table and climb in next to her. Immediately, she loops her arms around your waist and pulls you in, shoving her face into your shoulder.

"I have pills," you say. Her knee is in your stomach, but you don't move. Natalia's hand worms into yours and finds the tablets. She swallows them dry, her face screwed up in the dark. Then she sighs against your neck and relaxes.

You draw your hands over the curve of her back, gently.

"You should tell me, next time," you say softly. "Don't hide things from me."

"We don't really talk about things, though, do we?" Natalia says. Her voice is muffled and slurred. You paint patterns against the cloth of her t shirt. "Besides, I'm used to dealing with it."

"We could." She stays silent. "We could talk about it," you say. "And you don't have to deal with it. You never made me deal with it."

No reply. Then: "I want to go to sleep."

"Okay." You hesitate. "I love you."

You feel her smile. "Love you too," she says. The shutters thump gently against the window sill. Natalia tightens her arms around your waist. "Thank you for looking after me."

You can't communicate the emotions those words surface in you. How could you? When she's cared for you so much more? When she's saved you from the brink of hell, when she's tolerated and loved you, even as cracked and abrasive as you are, all this time. You will look after her always, in any way, at any time. If this is what you can do to love her and comfort her, you will do it.

You say nothing. You let her sleep, her wet breath warming your skin and think over and over again I love you I love you I love you.

Such a shame you can't say it any other way. You'll run out of I love you some time or other.

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baahsu · 8 months

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HIII BAHH SRRY FOR DISINTEGRATING FOR A FEW DAYS OPLA HAD MOMENTARILY CONSUMED EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING

HOWEVER this has been sitting, unfinished, in my vscest doc for a while now so i decided to finish it up. here u go eat up friend :]] oh yeah angst warning at the beginning btw:

so. lies on the floor. ichiji deserves to get fucked stupid after having a bad day and im thinking abt him w yonji rn so. :)

emotions regained/vs bros redemption ichiji having that almost subtle kinda self hatred one day- (bc in emotions regained aus all the brothers are chronically mentally ill, they're so traumatized its painful :,D) -not the kind that makes you wanna scream or cry or throw up, instead the kind that makes your heart go a little faster than normal and that makes your skin crawl and makes you feel sick for being alive. the kind that builds and builds until it's too much.

yonji (the most *emotionally* intelligent one out of 124ji, methinks) eventually notices smthns wrong and asks ichi abt it and ichiji just Breaks. like he pauses, crumples into a ball, and starts pulling his hair and venting about how he feels so disgusting and unworthy of love and how he wants to rip his skin off for something new and he hates this he hates this he hates this he hates himself

and yonji LISTENS to him. he listens with a frown until ichi is fucking winded, hyperventilating, and sweating with frustrated tears in his eyes. and then yonji hits him with the

"What do you need me to do, Ichiji?"

then ichi just stops shaking (and breathing) entirely for a moment as the question registers b4 his shaking slowly starts up again and his bottom lip starts trembling and he slowly looks up at yonji with big ole watery eyes and shakily signals him over to cuddle and theybpagaufuafuaf!!!!

the two of em lying down w yonji holding ichiji tight against his chest- one hand/arm curled around chijis lower back while the other is running through his hair and ichis just curling around yonji like a koala. he buries his face in yonjis neck and is constantly mumbling "im sorry" and yonji says "theres nothing to apologize for" each and every time back, proving his point by pressing a kiss to a different part of ichiji each time.

this continues on until ichiji stops crying and calms down. then he thanks yonji by sitting up slowly and holding yonjis face in his hands and kissing him *so* gently.

^ idk maybe its just me but i feel like out of all the vs siblings ichiji would have the hardest time being gentle. sanji always has been, reiju *secretly* always has been, yonji *had* to learn to be (even when he was still emotionless) bc of his strength (and therefore it came somewhat easily to him when he got emotions), nijis always been a giant fucking tsundere so even though hes an ass about 90% of the time, he does have the capability to at least sit and listen and take care of someone he loves (especially after regaining emotions, the percentile changes from 90/10 to 50/50 then lmao), but ichiji?? the perfect, emotionless soldier, even after getting fixed??? practically unheard of.

so when he pulls THIS shit???

it makes yonjis libido go WHAM. like that mf went redder than chijis hair. might as well been a cartoon character with the way he practically started floating as his eyes turned into hearts

THEN. then that gentle kiss delvesssss

ichiji getting lost in his emotions, leading him to grab yonjis face so *desperately* and straddle his hips/lap and kiss him thru tears.. n yonjis there half dumbstruck half horny, grinding on ichis ass while the hands once petting his hair and stroking his back to soothe him move to squeeze at it bc holy shiiit what is happening rn yonji cant compute. do u see the vision 🙈🙈

then, SHOCKINGLY, (/sarc) they fuck each other stupid. like STUPID stupid. so stupid that when 023 find them in the morning they straight up think the two were jumped in an alley together or smthn with how marked up their bodies were n shit (but they figure it out real quick once they see how badly ichiji was limping :]) ((tho if you asked me personally yonji wasnt exactly walking straight either :]])) (((they are both switches :]]])))

AND SCENE. i wrote abt both ichiniji and yoniji b4 this so now the 124ji circle is complete lmao. i need more soft ichiji in my life and if theres no one to provide i shall make it myself :)) -J.J

Honestly relatable, I can't stop thinking about opla since the day I watched it lol it was so good and I want to rewatch it already

But back to vcest 👀

Ichiji being emotionally stunted after getting his emotions back is a concept that's always at the back of my mind but I never put too much thought into it, but now I'm 👀

I see him as trying to keep himself, and the others, together, he doesn't let his emotions run freely, he tries not to let them take the better of him else he might go down and spiral of self hatred and guilt, so he puts his energy into looking after the others and trying to come up with a plan to get them out of judge's grasp

It takes a toll on him of course, his repressed emotions keep building up and he feels himself going insane and with no way to vent

When yonji catches him like this, on the verge of panicking, he finally let's go and it feels so good and so freeing for once. Yonji's rock solid, he embraces him, takes his whole body into strong arms and makes him feel safe, and he doesn't budge, he lets ichiji cry against his shoulder until he's satisfied and spent

Ichiji's tired but tries to show his gratitude with a kiss and yonji combusts. It's not every day that he has ichiji this pliant and soft and sweet sprawled in his lap and he wants to do so many things to him but his brain's all muddled and he doesn't know where to begin!!

Once he gets a hold of himself tho, it's over for ichiji, the strength he used to comfort him will now be used to ruim him

#older brother going to the yonger brother for comfort is so ajjsskdkajdjsk #and yonji taking a second to process the kiss and then just going feral aajskdjsjd #the dynamic between these two has so much potential!!!!#vinsmokecest

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quodekash · 1 year

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OUR SKYY 2 IS HERE ITS FINALLY HERE THIS IS NOT A DRILL

first lemme make myself an ice tea and then we’ll get into the ridiculous commentary (which will probably be entirely keysmashes but anyway)

fingers crossed for something benchopper

also i find it rly interesting that the series i finished with when going through all the our skyy shows is the one that theyre start with

also also idk anything about the order for our skyy but i do know that there’s no way bad buddy isnt the final one

ICE TEA HAS NOW BEEN ACQUIRED, NOW WE SHALL COMMENCE THE COMMENTARY (that a lot of you seem to like, why do you like my commentary)

literally shaking what the hell

STOP IM GONNA CRY, HE HAS HIM AS HIS LOCK SCREEN????

WE’RE LITERALLY LIKE TEN SECONDS IN AND IM ALREADY FILLED WITH TEARS

IM SORRY, IT’S BEEN THREE FREAKING YEARS??? WHY WERE WE NOT AWARE OF THIS INFORMATION

ok so judging from the intro, it’s nlmg first, and then simm, then THE ECLIPSE MY BOYS AAAAAA, AND THEN VICE VERSA, AND THEN MSP HEGUERIHBGKREJB, im literally vibrating with excitement rn help, and then abaab, AND THEN BAD BUDDY GERJHBGUKREJBKGURBJ, AND THEN 1000STARS

ITS LITERALLY HAPPENING IN FRONT OF MY EYES RN AND I STILL CANT BELIEVE THIS IS REAL

HOLY BAJOOLIES

HE HAPPY

HE;S SO FREAKING EXCITED TO SEE HIM

NO STOP IM GONNA CRY AGAIN

palms hair is so freaking pretty what the hell

i sense a sponsorship

palm is so happy to see him and he’s trying to be sweet but nueng is moody and i guess i get why but also pls just be happy to see him again

okay they are happy now yayyy

yup i was right theyre sponsored by suzuki thats kind of hilarious

damn, two sponsorships within like ten minutes of each other, they really went all out

CRYING AGAIN, THAT’S PERFECT

well that guy was confusing. ‘you guys are soulmates and youre fate but also you cant be together but you will be but you wont’

HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT THEM, NUENG WAS ABOUT TO SAY HE’S DECIDED TO STAY IN BANGKOK AND FINISH HIS STUDIES THERE RATHER THAN OVERSEAS

bRO HAS A SWORD?? I WANT A SWORD

also like oh shoot they might be about to die

but also just imagine walking around every day with a sword

the power

id never like actually hurt anyone with it and id probably rarely take it out of the sheath

but seriously. sword. its so cool.

not cool that theyre probably about to hurt nuengpalm and probably that poor woman

holding hands and running for their lives, absolutely nothing new here

heh i paused it at a funny moment

he’s such a good bodyguard/protector/boyfriend/whatever ghrjgbhr

ill show you what happens to heroes. they wake up in historical clothing.

why are the roles suddenly reversed

and why is palm the only one with knowledge of the present time and the only one without a clue about whats going on in this au version of events

DAM OKAY THAT WAS QUICK

see, at first i was pretty sure he was faking it cos it didnt make sense that only palm was aware of the present, surely it would be both of them, but then he confused me, but its fine cos he remembers him YAY

IM SORRY, LITERALLY ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT IS THAT ONE TIME IN BBC MERLIN WHERE MERLIN GAVE ARTHUR AN ORDER

ALSO PALM IS LITERALLY JUST DOING WHAT NUENG DID AND ITS SO FUNNY

wait this entire thing is a complete repeat of the series just switched and historical

their first major interaction was being introduced via parent sending child to work for the other child

their second major interaction was at the pool, and in this version its by the lake

their third major interaction is the master making the servant eat with them because ‘theres too much food for me to eat by myself’ when really its just bc he wants to spend time with him

wait please let chopper and ben be in this historical version of life

phum is there

surely its plausible to think that benchopper could be there too

i freaking love these two

IM SORRY????? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT

NOOOOOO I WAS WRONGGGG

NOOOO CONFLICT

its okay tho theyll iron out the conflict, its fine

see, they figured out the conflict

well that was wonderful but it is now 1am so i need to go to sleep

goodnight folks! im gonna spend the next 24 hours Thinking About Them

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its-a-hil · 5 months

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answering everything for this ask game

orchid ⇢ what’s a song you consider to be perfect? there are. a number of them. flare (clark powell, for homestuck) magilou's theme (motoi sakuraba, for tales of berseria) electricity forecast (inabakumori, really everything by them is just. so good) 14.3 billion years (andrew prahlow, for outer wilds)

cactus ⇢ something you’re currently learning (about)? how hard teaching is :/ idk it's difficult to process anything else when im having a fulltime job for the first time in my life -_-

bamboo ⇢ do you change into a different outfit when you get home? yes absolutely i need to wear something comfy and soft and unrestrictive so like. leggings and a t shirt. having to wear vaguely formal clothes to work is nice for my self esteem but they are absolutely not home clothes at all

abelia ⇢ do you have a particular piece of jewelry you always wear or can’t part with? not at the moment but i want to!! new year's resolution is to buy/make a necklace with 30 lunar phases and wear the appropriate one every day in 2024

daffodil ⇢ do you have siblings? if yes, in what ways do you think you’re similar to or different from them? i have an older sister, we're extremely different lmao i guess we're both academically inclined and like reading fantasy, but that's like. it. though we are both currently getting our masters degrees from the same university so that's neat

mahonia ⇢ what place, thing, activity inspires you most and how do you express yourself when it does? i guess… seeing something that was more beautiful than i expected? that's very vague hold on one time i was walking home from my office hours as a ta after a student had held me late these were evening office hours, so like. it was 2230, i was not dressed for the cold, i was annoyed at the student but but as i was passing a little field of grass, there were little ice crystals on the blades in the light of the streetlamp, as the wind was blowing the grass and i was walking past it the grass glittered i cant think of a better way to describe it but ive never seen anything like it since it completely made my day so yeah. that's my answer

chia ⇢ what’s an inside joke you have with someone else? hm idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i feel like inside jokes usually just become part of my vocabulary

sage ⇢ what ‘medium’ of art (poetry, music, fiction, paintings, statues etc.) is the most touching to you? why do you think that is? fiction i think it's because im much closer to being good at writing than i am to any other art form so it resonates more with me since i can feel/imagine its creation in a way that i cant for music or visual art also sometimes i read my own past writing and it eats me alive

edelweiss ⇢ how’d you think of your url/username? what’s it associated with to you? it's associated with my name obv, since it's just a pronunciation guide but it's also associated with my avi edits, which are wonderful and make me feel great joy

camellia ⇢ what were you like when you were younger? do you think you’ve changed a lot? oh absolutely also not at all past me and present me both had/have an absurd inability to compartmentalize, a large degree of silliness, and a general love for the world the main difference is that ive… done more things

jasmine ⇢ do you have a movie or book you loved but will never watch/read again? not quite a movie or a book but. katanagatari. i really liked it but also it is so fucking slow i tried to rewatch it a couple years ago and i couldnt bc it was just so wordy

ivy ⇢ what are your ‘tells’ for your emotions and moods? how can someone tell you’re happy, annoyed, upset or tired? it's quite easy to tell if im upset or tired i feel idk if theres a difference between them just like. looking at my eyes. also i take pauses when im tired/upset. also my voice is just. god. unsure about a tell for whether im happy though im not very in tune with my emotions to be able to tell that at least with other people if im by myself ill stim and the cadence/type of stim makes my emotional state obvious but who ever sees that

chamomile ⇢ what kind of things do you like receiving as gifts? things that encourage me to do something i want to do but need the motivation for my college friend group does a yearly gift exchange and a couple years ago i wished for earrings as motivation to get my ears pierced (it took me another 9 months but. we still did it girlies !!)

aloe vera ⇢ what’s something (mundane) you really want to experience in life? hm. failure? failing a class, or having a relationship break down, or tripping and getting myself seriously injured just. something that reminds me how ubiquitous loss is, that forces my brain to accept the fact that it's okay to not try to be perfect

palm tree ⇢ do you have a fictional villain you shouldn’t like but love regardless? aranea homestuck!! something about the way that she knew that the game over timeline would break, did her best to avoid it, and everything fell apart anyway the part where she kisses jake and is like "wait why are you freaking out?? i know you like me this was supposed to encourage you" is just. she's doing her fucking best and putting her all into saving the timeline and yet everything she's doing is hurting and she doesn't know why also the part where she snaps and mind controls damaras to smash planets together in a desperate attempt to kill the condesce. so important. love her idk if she even counts as a villain but the story hates her so. it counts for me

nutmeg ⇢ how’s your room/home decorated? do you have a specific theme or style going on? haha… "decorated"... that sure is a word…………

papyrus ⇢ if you put your ‘on repeat’ playlist on shuffle, what’s the first song that comes up? what do you like about it / associate it with? oooooh answer !! god. tales of luminaria was so fucking good!! (this was the trailer theme, and it was honestly the first thing that clued me into the fact that the game would be amazing)

taro ⇢ if someone called you right now to catch up, what’re the things you’d tell them about? i guess for a general hypothetical person, i'd tell them how i have a teaching job now, how i have to manage a horrible curriculum that's just. extremely pedagogically unsound i'd also tell them that i went to la over the summer and got to see my 2nd space shuttle orbiter, that i don't yet live somewhere with public transit but that day is growing ever closer and im so excited

#ask game #lifeblogging

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bittercandysweetrain · 8 months

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Tokyo revengers x reader with mental illness Sanzu pt1

I have to put a warning obviously its fucking SANZU so Warning - Drug usage, Lots of profanity, blood, maybe gore? abuse maybe Idk just know there is a lot and since it's aged up he so he is Bonten Such a toxic relationship but we will make it better trust me. Illness - Borderline personality disorder

Saying (y/n) met sanzu in a club is too original and it's usually the first thought everyone has when they see the couple but in reality, Sanzu met (y/n) in a restaurant. Boten was going to be having a meeting and decided to go to dinner Koko being Koko wanted a fancy place to eat tired of the takeout they decided on a Fancy restaurant called Rosé Noir. It was newer and to be honest everyone in Bonten wanted to try it out. "don't you have to make a reservation or some shit for a place like that" sanzu asked "The Haitani brothers have it handled" Koko said, "Try not to be too drugged up when we go at least enjoy the moment." Kakucho said "It enhances the flavor," Sanzu said through his smirk.

Rosé Noir was a beautiful restaurant that seemed like a dream to walk with over 150 chiefs and which expertise in different types of food it was no wonder it was world-renowned. it wasn't easy to get a reservation but also it wasn't that easy to get a job which is why it was quite surprising that (f/n) managed to hit the lottery with a job offer from the owner himself. with such a high-end restaurant of course they needed someone for entertainment and it so happens that she was skilled in different languages. There were certain styles that Rosé Noir wanted around the holidays and special events a time period was picked and for that time period, she would only perform that type of music and wear that style. It wasn't so easy as she had thought at times she had to go through hours of singing and make up for one night. but the pay was good she had to admit however there was one problem she suffered from a borderline personality disorder despite this being a dream it was a lot harder to hide who she was and even though it seemed like she was an amazing person everyone wanted to be around she was quite lonely. the staff hated her and new ones were warned quickly to stay away from her.

The snow had just lightly coated the ground as Bonten walked into Rosé Noir their coats were quickly retrieved as the manager met them at the door. "welcome to Rosé Noir we have a special table for you near our entertainment tonight you are in for a treat we have just started our winter theme." he said with a smiley Mikey looked around seemed very expensive but Koko was in charge of the money so who cared. "lead the way" Mikey said The manager bowing lightly before turning on his heels Sanzu was last checked out the restaurant which was painted in gold and white completely beautiful if he had to say so himself. lacking behind he paused when he saw a beautiful woman in a red dress quietly shouting at a butler she held a pill bottle in her hand gripping it tightly. throwing the bottle at him she stormed off before the butler picked it up tossing it in the trash. Sanzu walked over, a form of a habit of his to be nosey when it came to drugs or any medication he read the label finding that what she was so mad about was merely Valium. He snickered as he headed towards the back he opened up many doors to find her but all were empty. turning the corner he found the door he was looking for with a large star on it he opened the door to find (y/n) smoking a cigarette and drinking tea she glanced up at the door. "how'd you get back here you creep" she asked sitting forward without a care sanzu smirked as he shut the door "You dropped this" he said tossing the bottle at her. she merely rolled her eyes "so?" she questioned, "can you perform without any I have something that could help" he said walking over he pulled her chin up to look at him. "tch" she pulled her head away from him something about him was completely dangerous how she was keeping her cool was beyond her "why would I put something in my mouth from a complete stranger" she asked. "why would any woman?" he asked, "seriously who needs shit like that, that makes you drowsy when you can for once in your life feel alive." he said pulling a pink pill from his pocket he leaned in close to her face (y/n)'s large (e/c) orbs locked with his purple ones he was beautiful scarily. lost in his eyes she let him place the pill in her mouth swallowing the drug unknown to her sanzu gave her a cheeky smile as he pulled away. "Enjoy the rest of your night girly sing me a pretty song alright," he said, and just as quick as he appeared he left as well.

Once he returned Koko glanced over at him "Where did you disappear to?" he questioned "to check the place out more I think I like it a lot more now." he said smirking, While ordering Dinner the stage lit up in white lights (y/n) made her way on stage standing before the Microphone. she glided her hand up her dress feeling herself she gave a slight shimmy of her shoulders she lightly grabbed the mic her crimson lips parting slightly. Sanzu leaned back laying his arm over the chair he stared up at her with adoration she was beautiful and pure. (y/n) opened her eyes, the white lights really radiating off of her orbs changing the color slightly a Christmas special indeed as she started to sing "Don't cry snowman, not in front of me-"

#tokyo revengers #sanzu haruchiyo #tw drugs

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spocks-kaathyra · 10 months

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Cheesy little self-indulgent Pythas sickfic outline with no meaningful plot or character development, just him bantering w Elim. Wanted to give u guys a glimpse of the ooc fluff that's rotting my brain at all times

Pythas wakes up one morning with a cough and Nal is overconcerned as always and tries to convince him to go to the hospital but he brushes her off and says that he will if it gets more serious. She relents but keeps fussing over him. At the next Reunion Project meeting, everyone notices Pythas coughing even though he tries to hide it, and Kelas insists that Pythas come to the hospital for a checkup after the meeting, because smoke inhalation can cause long-term damage that makes burn victims more susceptible to complications from respiratory infections (idk if this is medically true but it seems logical to me). So Kelas examines him and it’s basically just a cold but just in case, he should take it easy until the cough clears and come back for a followup in a week. Kelas sends him home with some cough medicine and instructions to rest and drink lots of water. Elim hears from Kelas that it’s nothing serious, but he still visits Pythas the next day. Nal is out getting groceries or something, and when Elim knocks no one answers. He waits a minute, then breaks in using his super spy skills. Elim walks into Pythas’s bedroom and finds Pythas sitting up in bed. Pythas smiles, checks the time on his tablet, and remarks that it only took Elim 15 minutes—they’ll have to replace their lock to give him more of a challenge next time. Elim huffs incredulously. “It would’ve taken even less time if you had just let me in!” Pythas shrugs. “I didn’t feel like getting out of bed.” His tone is lighthearted, but Elim notices how his voice is rougher than usual. Elim sits on the edge of Pythas’s bed to show him what he’s brought. A few books—“Since you have nothing better to do, I thought you might finally read that book I’ve been recommending.” Pythas doesn’t really like to read, and says as much. Elim insists that Pythas would like this book if only he gave it a chance, and starts to extoll its virtues before Pythas stops him with a noncommittal promise to read it. Elim shakes his head with mock disappointment. “I’ll never understand how you passed First-Level Cardassian Literature.” Pythas smiles that mocking smile and asks what else Elim brought. It’s a tupperware of soup—something herbal-smelling and murky-looking. Elim explains that it’s a Hebitian folk remedy, something that his father—Tolan, not Tain—used to make for him whenever he was ill as a child. Pythas tries it. It’s better than it looks—I imagine it's something like that herbal Chinese chicken soup, but thicker. Elim asks what Pythas was watching on his tablet, and Pythas waves off the question. “May I join you?” Elim asks. Pythas pats the mattress on the other side of him—his blind side. Elim walks around the bed, sits down, and Pythas adjusts the light blanket to cover both of them. When Pythas turns on his tablet again, a TV show starts playing where it left off—a well-known soap opera. Pythas immediately pauses it, embarrassed, while Elim looks at him with the surprise and joy of someone who’s just discovered something new to make fun of their friend for. Elim teases him about it while Pythas closes the show and tries to find something else to watch. They settle on some old action movie—something they can enjoy but also laugh at. Pythas leans against Elim and Elim puts his arm around him. Pythas eats his soup. In a week, he’ll be all better.

#poor pythas has to spend a week being pampered and cuddled by his loving wife and bestie. whatever will he do :((#do u see how cheesy and ooc my little post canon universe is. I just want everyone to banter and cuddle all the time #this is the most polished a ''fic'' of mine will ever get tbh. I just like coming up with ideas I don't like actually writing prose #narcissus's echoes #pythasposting

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almalvo · 1 year

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STAR TREK: DISCOVERY | S1E7 "Magic to Make the Sanest Man Go Mad"

[I will react to each episode individually and in full, raw reception and then post as is unrevised here onto my tumblr for the full span of every and all NuTrek episodes and series that have been and will be released. If this falls under your field of interest - I welcome your company in joining me. Enjoy the ride.] -------

man the intro just continues to remind me fucking ingenius the Star Trek introduction was period. Love it. forever. and always. wonder when we will see these scenes play out when we will see that big plant tentacle monster from the intro or when we will see the two hands touch etc

things are flowing so fast rn in burnham's evaluative speech at the start of this episode. even though not much has happened. and no offence but, i do not think shes earned this kind of audience? because theres like. still hardly much to like nor connect with these characters? imo. idk. idk if its just me, maybe it is. but i definitely dont really have much investment in any characters yet. actually, the one character i resonated MOST with was mega-sized space waterbear, no cap. (oh mossie i miss you i hope we can see you again) trek party lol. ok ill say this one thing DISCO has a lot of filming inconsistencies between shots. like, lets say burnham's hands will be up holding her face. but then next shot, her hands are down at her seat. then switch back and her hands are back up. that sort of thing. happens a lot all the time. stamets. happy drunk. lovey dovey. cute. ash and burnham? idk. every time lorca says saru, i just catch myself thinkning "sulu" cute mega-organisms gormagander wow. space whale sounds. amazing. is it prego. … who ANDORIAN?/ IS THAT AN ANDORIAN OML ITS HELMET SO CUTE oh nevermind its scarier. MUDD. but yes that is an andorian helmet wow so cute give me one. stella.

MUDD is so vengeful. what interesting implications for TOS. DUDE WTF the end of DISCO. man a time plot huh ok lets see how this goes a remix of stayin' alive runners said left. let me guess. burnham will later predict them coming from behind her. and then be like "huh. why did i already know this" there is something off about the delivery of these lines from so many of the actors lorca's actor feels pretty grounded same as saru which is good. something feels so weird with the line delivery. idk if it sthe actors or if its the way the filming is that just makes it feel less effective acting?? idk i think its cuz theres a lot of organic quality missing in a lot of the actors getting a decent amount of screentime? i dont want to sound rude ofc i just feel something is off yeah. man. a time jumping Mudd. now THAT'S terrifying. Poor stewart. he didnt deserve to get thrown. "went his own way"? u sure you didnt kill him. Mudd's actor is also pretty grounded. the lines roll off well and not awkwardly. Nice Stamets. this is too fast. Muidd gets shot in the back and then Stamets has a comedic line delivery that seriously needed a pause or soemthing, but we switch imediately to ending the scene and returning after what felt like a commercial break or seomthing.

yeah the pacing of the show is just RUSHING so much like WHY. it just eats up so much of any weight this show couldve had in even its smallest things. i know i sound so critical but its built up a lot and its already the 7th episode into the 1st season. Stamets actor feels pretty good too but i think its just awkward screenplay and awkward lines and weirdo af pacing/film style that ruin things. they need to let this show BREATHE more. it s such a shame they didnt. maybe not the best director. also too many zooms. the show feels so experimental, but i dont know if necessarily in a good way. i sound so pickky but bro im saying what im seeing,. ok sorry this just now, stamets talking to burnham when he says hes the one "missing from mudd's timeloop" is actually pretty bad. bad editing super inconsistent between shots and why are there like a billion camera cuts? we dont need THIS many angles to talk about one single conversational exchange no offence. this scene was pretty bad. weird screenplay, weird delivery, bad editing stamets even sounded like there was a shot with his mic off i could hear the environmental reverb why is this happening. with such a beautiful visual and constume budget such as this. also yes. that is A GORN IN LORCA'S OFFICE. oh my god that means maybe the gorn from SNW DO look humanoid fully matured. ugh cant wait to see what that means. mudd is so merciless. man lorca died like a bug so many times. wtf. why is stamets out of focus- WHAT. WHAT IS THAT. THE FUCK WAS THAT im sorry no this wasnt funny cuz it was supposed to be funny in that way im sorry but just now

when stamets tells burnham that "shes never been in love" at the party in the time loop, she says in the WEIRDEST most… sry ngl, badly acted type way, replying "why would you say that to me" that i had to actually PAUSE the episode and rewatch that again to confirm what i saw. just finished the rewatch of this one scene. wtf was that. sorry that was so poor. its soooo awkwarddddd. and flatttt. what is this ADR though. stamet's ADR in this episode is some of the worse. also sorry that lens reflection of that one green party light that hit right onto burnham's face during this exchange, its almost as if i HEARD the cameraman's thoughts going "ah shit this stupid light" as the camera moved downward to get as much of that green spot out of the direct line of her face. okay, Mr. God-Named-Stamets. is that an apron that isnt a one sided dress. dance in the hallway. ok. this wa so fast. this tone feels very not in sync with the course of this plot? where did this dance thing come from. i think im feeling such a dissonance rn when stamets is on screen because he feels like hes NOT stamets. idk its like, i get that charcters/people are hopefully more than 1-dimensional, and that we get to learn about them more as time passes, but like this kind of feels like stamets just wasnt properly developed and we the audience just didnt get enough proper exposure to him to recognise who really is his person? if that makes ANY sense to anyone. ok no offence, this episode probably is the most trash in terms of script. harry mudd, time loop, saving the ship from destruction, but then also stamets is an omniscient constant, while also flat cardboard af awkward love revelations between ash and burnham?? idk. maybe in a different writers' room, this coiuld be made compellingly and cohesively. but right now. this episode is NOT. IT. im sorry so why does it feel like its deterioriating a bit. the show had me in the beginning cuz how freaking DIFFERENT and UPGRADED it looked (gorgeous btw) compared to ALL the series that came before it in Prime-Timeline. but no matter how i fought it, my emersions been finally broken by the consistently questionable factors that keep loudly making themselves known in this show. too frequently bad deliveries from actors weird af editing bad cinematography even my great efforts to ignore it all and benefit of the doubt, it was too much. which is, based on everything ive ever watched ever, a BAD thing. also, oml lorca is so small in this episode - which actually i like. he feels so insignificant in this episode haha, small fry dying every single time. also i hope i see more creative deaths in this show, cuz everytime someone dies is them dissipating in dusty colour. come onnn, we can do better than thattt.

also just fyi, understand that i am NOT advocating for a super "serious/dire" star trek, weve had a bit of that in random episodes thoruhgout the franchise and moveis too - so no, i also absolutely love silly mad crazy trek plots too, but like. DISCO i think is probably handling this in a way that is the worst ever in Star Trek so far, even among its whacky insane moments. I am keeping to the series and going to stick it through all the way to the end of course. but yeah, i was never here to just be some blind non-insightful talking head that just admired this show unconditionally. if you thought so, then you should try again. i will say whats good, but likewise whats bad. and right now, the good things are things that i have already said, but the bad is really kicking up a storm right now. captain mudd. amazing. its so off-balance, this show. some deliveries are great, pacing is great. but then its like so sporadic and everywhere too often etc yes. delivery is REALLY weird and super weak in too many scenes. idk. maybe construction of the show itself is just weak in too many areas. so so strange. with a show that LOOKS genuinely this good. im just so perplexed. the shows construction feels so amateurish i guess? in not a very good way. "nobody beats Mudd, huh." a businessman is correct, lorca. these camera zoomes are really distasteful. like lorca over here making some consistently really solid deliveries, and the stupid camera cuts and zooms and unnecessary movements just cheapen it all. it makes me so angry. this show needed a better writers' room and better directing. and terrible ADR. its liek they use different mics every 2 lines. i can HEAR the discrepancies, even without my audiophile headphones.

im so mad and sad by this. because the threads of the issues i was sensing since episode 1 are now kind of unforgiveable. i can no longer look over them. so im here really speaking about them in this reaction this time. no offence it kind of feels like nothing much happened this whole episode. and im literally 3 minutes away from finishing this episode. im sorry im not impressed with this ending in how mudd was caught. i feel like this show didnt know how to quite handle the crazy nature of Trek. Bad editing yeah. i keep consistently seeing how for example Mudd is talking, and the camera cuts to a different angle shot of the same line delivery that has to get repeated and edited in, but i can physically see Mudd's jaw still moving in speech despite his dialogue halting from the ADR of the other camera shot. THIS ^ stuff KEEPS happening. and it shouldnt. its super BASIC stuff relatively speaking. and there wasnt this much of an obvious degree of this problematic editing in even older series of trek. so strange. 'i hate how it lifted me out of immersion of this show, this list of issues. you know, id LOVE to see ANY scene of conversation withOUT the stupid slow-creep zoom. listen, i KNOW that this is very often used everywhere in media, but it doesnt mean "always'. in this case DISCO does it poorly. ok episode over. i am not convinced over ANYTHING that just happened. its a 44 minute long episode, but it felt brief as fuck. it didnt feel like it had much substance at all - and im NOT talking some kind of "moral message" shit - things do NOT have to have a real message to be good. and this episode was actually not. it felt so criminally underwhelming. like ok, stamets had augmentation that let him resist the time loop.... and? so what. so what about that. nothing significant happened except apparently blossoming love story between Ash and Burnham, which- Ash x Burnham?

bullshit.

bro that was terrible. and they got zero chemistry no sorry no. get outta here.

burnham had more chemistry with the fucking captain than ash. (i dont support either one dw.) ok. well. ima continue the trip ofc. but mmmmm stupid peripheral things are really not doing this show justice. i fear that DISCO is a show that couldve been great but just wasnt even good. bad writing, bad directing, bad editing, bad delivery - i am far from being sold than I was in episode 1. i gave the excuse of the first episode feeling so brisk because it was an exposition….. but the show quickly tired out my benefit-of-the-doubt with how i see that ep 1 wasnt so much a mere exposition, but that its kind of ACTUALLY what this show IS. i cant lie. im p nervous for this show. SNW was fucking good, so i just hope that this show improves to SNW's level where all these questionable issues resolve at some point, more or less.

guess i'll see.

#star trek #star trek discovery #discovery #DISCO #nutrek #thoughts #text #reaction #almalvo

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Hi, hello, it's been a while I'm sorry,, anyway I've returned might be working on a small something for the exterminator au because it grants me serotonin haha, but on a scale of one to extremely how agressive do you think Wilbur would get if Tommy (or just any human-) got close to Niki/her cage.

The image of Wilbur showing food agression but ONLY over Niki is very funny to me sksksk since as we know Niki has a one of a kind taste to Wilbur and he won't even eat her himself.

I think Tommy going over to Wilburs and Wilbur going to do something telling him "hey don't leave this room, okay?" and Tommy ignoring him (because of course he would) and then Tommy coming across Niki and Wilbur comes across Tommy and thinks he's going to eat her (seeing as he believes Tommy is addicted to borrowers too-) and then maybe Wilbur gives Tommy some borrowers (like maybe he keeps a cage of them for little snacks, I think it was mentioned earlier or was that more of a one off thing because he found a large colony?) And he's very firm (and maybe a bit scary) about telling Tommy very seriously he's NOT allowed to touch Niki.

And Tommy who isn't actually addicted to borrowers is like "uhh- okay?" Then makes a silent mission to somehow save Niki before it's too late 😭 (but ofc Wilburs not going to easily give up Niki-)

I was going to say maybe Wilbur gave Tommy Philza and Techno before remembering Well- they already met their fate 😔🙏 R.I.P

-💖

On a scale of not aggressive to aggressive when it comes to people going near Niki, Wilbur would be EXTREMELY aggressive. Because that’s HIS food and he caught it!

ya know,,, that little idea gave me motivation for a snippet. Just a little one :)

uhh vore under the cut (tho this is also a vore au so idk why someone would read this if they didn’t like that ahahahahaha)

Anyway

Tommy wasn’t sure what he expected Wilbur’s house to look like. Maybe full of traps and equipment and death? But instead, as he followed his friend through the door, he saw that it looked… normal. Despite what Tommy knew Wilbur did for a living, it wasn’t the doom and gloom he expected. Just a nice house.

“I’ll go get some drinks and snacks. You stay here, in the living room.” Wilbur instructed, pointing at the couch before striding off somewhere else inside the house, humming.

Tommy blinked. While that definitely was an order, he didn’t feel like staying there. It was boring. Wilbur got to see his whole house all the time. It was only fair for Tommy to see his. So he began his wandering, quietly.

There was a guest room, a couple bathrooms, and the kitchen. The other rooms were boring, and Wilbur had vanished somewhere else in the house, so he’d check out the kitchen. Growing boy needed his food.

Tommy entered the kitchen and paused. There was a small, hamster looking cage thing. He didn’t remember Wil having any pets. The boy scooted around the island and peered inside.

“Oh…fuck…” It was a borrower. A small, frightened looking borrower hiding in shavings and weeping. Tommy reached for the cage, preparing to scoop them out and hide them in a pocket.

Like a flash, Wilbur appeared and leapt across the room, shoving Tommy aside, hissing and baring his teeth. He snatched up the cage and held it close to his chest. “This one is mine! Don’t touch it!”

Tommy stumbled, yelping. He stared with horror at his friend. It was like Wilbur had changed. Gone from a proper human to… something else. Something hungry and dangerous and fierce. “B-big man?”

“You can’t have this one. This one is off limits. She’s mine.” Wilbur snarled, peering into the cage before putting it on a high shelf.

Oh. Oh no. Wilbur thought that he- that he wanted to eat the borrower. Tommy held his stomach, feeling ill suddenly. That’s right. Wilbur thought he’d actually eaten those two borrowers a while back. He must think that Tommy was like him now. Tommy did not want to be like him. Not anymore.

Tommy snuck a glance up at the tall shelf. Wilbur was keeping that borrower alive for some reason. Something dastardly. He couldn’t think of a reason why, but he doubted they had much longer to live. He decided that soon, somehow, he’d get that poor borrower away from Wil.

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just a very small snippet that came to mind and I had to write it down :)

But yes, while Wilbur will share his other borrowers with Tommy, Niki is his. The one of a kind taste, the delicious fear scent, that’s all HIS. His only. Tommy would have a big job ahead of him if he ever wanted to try saving Niki from Wil. Wilbur won’t give her up without a fight, that’s for sure :)

haha yes they are very much not coming back. Here in the angst zone we love killing off characters :)

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