#like barely and if u squint but idc

[autisticlancemcclain]

Pidge stares hard at her twisted fingers. Her eyes have long since begun to burn, and she holds her face carefully parallel to the floor, knees presses to the sides of her head, watching as her vision gets blurrier and heavier, until eventually the tear drops from her eyes and splatters on her glasses.

“How did you handle it?” she asks hoarsely, not even looking up. “The homesickness.”

For a while Lance doesn’t say anything. His breathing is steady and near-silent, quick little inhales and long, shallow exhales. Practiced breathing, when he’s choking back tears. He does it several times a day. Sometimes Pidge can’t stand to look at him. She doesn’t understand where he puts it all, the sadness that is constantly bubbling out of him. Doesn’t understand where he finds the strength to let his voice get choked up in the middle of a sentence and keep going like there’s nothing wrong. She feels hot shame heat up her own body, in the clear absence of his; a secondhand embarrassment at emotion that shouldn’t be advertised so easily, so trustingly, so constantly.

Eventually he sighs. When Pidge looks up there are tears in his brown eyes, as there so often are, but she fights the urge to look away and tucks herself under his open arm, instead.

It’s warm, in his hold. Bony too. But he holds her without fear of squeezing too tightly, winds his long arm around her back and shoulders and presses her face into his neck. He smells, as he always does, of flowers, although Pidge could not identify what kinds, and she imagines that she’s sat under the rows and rows of shelves in her mother’s greenhouse, watching her work. Her hands shake so she winds them around the creases of Lance’s jacket and grips tightly.

“I don’t,” he says after thinking about it. “I carry it with me. I always have.”

Pidge thinks she knew that, in her bones. She thinks she understood that about Lance from the very second she first saw him, two years ago at the Garrison auditorium in September; this boy who slouched and grinned and shot finger guns and laughed like a hyena and cried four times a day. The boy whose eyes were deep and dark and filled with an abyssal pain that hurts to look at. Off-putting.

“That sounds lonely.”

Lance hums. He shifts, resting his chin on the top of her head. She feels the slow drip of his tears, down his nose and plopping onto her scalp, and parcels at how his heartbeat doesn’t change, the ease in his voice. The shaky steel of it.

“It is. I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t. Lonely. It’s just something I carry.”

Her breath shudders out of her, big and large and shaking her shoulders. She hears what he doesn’t say: I have gotten used to it. She thinks to herself: I will never get used to this weight.

She says: “I don’t understand.”

Ever so slowly, he begins to rock them back and forth, barest sway of their bodies. His lips press her hairline. Her face crumples and her breathing quickens as she forces down the tears, shoves back the mirroring feeling, the mixing of Lance and Matt happening in her head.

“When I was four my oldest brother moved away. He was getting married. I never got over that, I don’t think. He lived down the street longer than he lived down the hall but I never really stopped missing him.”

He pauses for a moment, and Pidge knows it’s deliberate in the way his whole body stops moving, pondering, before starting again.

“Sometimes I miss him on purpose.”

Pidge pulls away, enough to look him in the face, to watch his sad eyes and slight smile and the familiarity in the uncanny expression, the Lance of it.

“Why?” she asks desperately, hands twisting further in his sleeves. “Why would you ever — on purpose?”

“Because I love him on purpose.” The tears drip down Lance’s face as a steady waterfall and he doesn’t even flinch at them, doesn’t even blink. Lets his eyes fill and spill over again and again like cupped hands under a leaking faucet. “When I miss my mom I love her. When I miss my sister I love her. When I miss my brother I love him. When I miss Keith I love him. When I miss you, I love you.” He gently pulls his sleeves away from her clutched fingers, wrapping his hands around them instead and squeezing. “The grief hurts like a never healing wound. But I’m terrified of not having that. I don’t want to wake up one day without the reminder of how deeply I’ve loved and how deeply it will always be a part of me, that love. I don’t know how I’d ever function without it.”

“You don’t function with it,” Pidge argues. “It — haunts you. I see it in your face.”

Lance shrugs. “I function with it. I function because of it. Every day that I miss them I live because I will miss them until I see them again. It’s an — anticipation, almost. I miss you and I can’t wait to see you again mean the same thing.”

A strange noise bursts out from Pidge’s throat, gut-punching. I miss you and I can’t wait to see you again mean the same thing.

She misses her brother in her bones. Her father in her blood. Her mother in her heart.

Waiting to see them again pulses at every level in her body. That’s — manageable.

“Oh,” she says, and she means oh, in the way you blink your eyes open in the mornings. Oh, I see now. Oh, that hurts. Oh, it’s bright.

Lance squeezes her hands again. “There are worse things than loving so much it hurts you,” he says softly.

“Oh,” Pidge says again. “Oh.”

#i have been carrying this for a while i think #hm. anyways #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #pidge #pidge holt #pidge & lance #brown eyed lance #langst #pidge angst #pidge is so young actually #hurt/comfort #klance #like barely and if u squint but idc #my writing #fic #longpost

[explorevenus]

something permanent ♡ yandere!leon kennedy x reader

nsfw (18+) - minors pls dni i will scream

this is a dark fic for a multitude of reasons. if any of the following bothers/triggers you, do not read: yandere!leon, stalking, kidnapping, drugging, corruption/training, forced daddy kink, noncon, forced breeding, body horror, gore, & blood

in other words-- DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT.

ahem. now that that’s over.

word count - 4.4k

description - nothing in leon’s life was ever permanent and his life circumstances made sure of that. over the years he was beaten down from a bright-eyed rookie police officer to a weary and angry shell of his former self. when a chance meeting brought you into his life, he knew what he had to do. he knew you had to be something permanent.

tags/warnings - yandere!leon, dark!leon, leon being patronizing and condescending and sickly sweet, fem/afab!reader, stalking, kidnapping, drugging, corruption/training, forced daddy kink, pet names (doll, sweetheart, princess, baby, puppy, etc.), noncon, forced breeding, housewife kink, body horror (spoiler alert he rips your IUD out with his bare hands), slight gore, blood, noncon, stockholm syndrome if u squint, dollification if u squint, descriptions of vomiting, no use of (Y/N)

a/n - ok i genuinely don’t know if anyone even wants this but i personally find it egregious how little yandere!leon content exists out there in this world because listen. i know a lot of people consider leon submissive and breedable but personally i believe this broken angry man just wants a sweet little thing to dote on and take care of to make him forget about the horrors of his life and he will stop at nothing to make that happen ♡ anyways. enjoy. and if it’s not ur cup of tea idc keep scrolling :^)

p.s. this is obviously a very canon-deviant, borderline crack fic so it’s not really established which leon this is outside of referring to the events of re2 being a long time ago, so go wild with your interpretation of that to read this as whichever leon is ur favorite ♡ i personally like to imagine post-re4 or infinite darkness leon !! ;w;

read part 2 here !! ♡

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fic under the cut, thanks so much for reading and i hope u enjoy ♡

-venus ♡

You were slow to wake, which wasn't particularly unusual... as of late, but your body felt so heavy, like your muscles had dissolved into mush overnight. Consciousness gradually took its hold of you, and as it did, you began to realize that something seemed off. Different. Wrong, even. You peeked your eyes open, vision blurry with sleep, but you could see you were beneath your pink comforter, a plush of yours held closely to your chest, all normal so far...

But your walls aren't navy blue, they're white... They're supposed to be white--

You jolted wide awake, panic coursing through your weak body as you struggled to even sit up. That's when you noticed an unfamiliar, muscular arm draped over your waist, and that dialed up your anxiety about tenfold. It was hard to move, but you were able to turn your head enough to catch a look at the man it belonged to.

Strong, blond, maybe a bit tired in the eyes... maybe a bit familiar looking... but you were crying now, blurring your sight all over again.

"Shh, shh... you're okay, sweetheart, you're safe now," He hushed, holding you closely to him as you struggled. Smooching the top of your head, he spoke into your messy hair, "I've got you. I've got you, princess."

But... how? The last thing you remembered was tucking into your own bed, in your own apartment, and falling asleep there, how could you have possibly wound up in a stranger's bed with zero recollection of ever leaving yours? Your head spun as you tried and failed to fend off the unwanted affection with weak arms. His hold on you didn't dare budge as he continued to coo softly into your ear, to reassure you that you were safe, that he wouldn't let anyone, or anything, hurt you.

The anxiety stewing within you finally reached a tipping point, twisting your stomach into tight knots, and that's when you spoke your first words since you'd awoken. "I-I'm gonna throw up," You wept, clawing weakly at the covers and, well, at him, for freedom. 

Thankfully he was quick to act, scooping you into his arms as he sat up and rose from the bed, carrying you to the adjoined bathroom. When he turned the light on, you managed to get a better look at his face as you passed by the mirror, and it took you a second to recognize him, partly due to your state of delirium, but primarily because you only knew him very vaguely. You had only met him once at work many months ago, when he'd sparked up a conversation with you as you made him his coffee. After that, he became a regular at the café you worked at-- you remembered his name was Leon.

So why were you waking up in his bed, with your belongings lying around like you'd lived here the whole time?

Your knees hit the tile and you began retching immediately, flinching as he reached forward to collect your hair away from your face. Puking on an empty stomach is never a fun time, but your nerves were alight with panic and every time you reminded yourself of your predicament, a new wave of nausea would crash over you. He rubbed your back sweetly, but it didn't help.

Once the vomiting eventually subsided, an awful, hollow pain took place of it. Your thoughts were running at a thousand miles per hour. You didn't have the time to acknowledge it, let alone nurse it, outside of clutching your shirt at the waist. 

"Let me get you some water, babe," Leon said as he hesitantly stood from your side, eyeing you worriedly like you'd just fall to pieces if he let you out of his sight. "You poor thing..."

But all you could think about was getting out of here. "N-No, no, what time is it? I have to get to work--"

"I don't think so, sweetheart," He interrupted. "You're sick, you should be in bed."

"I'm fine," Much to the protest of your jellied legs, you pushed yourself up from the floor and fought through the head rush in an attempt to slip past him, but he simply caught you at the waist and brought you to a halt. Your ears were ringing, the room spinning around you, and you still weren't sure how to interpret what was even going on here. "L-Let go of me!" You cried out.

He simply hushed you, holding you tightly to his chest and petting your hair as you writhed, failing miserably to get him off of you. "Don't worry about work, okay? Just rest up and get better. I'll call them for you."

Your stomach sank even further-- what the fuck is happening right now? 

Despite your thrashing he managed to lead you back to the bed as gently as one would fine china, scooping you up into his arms so he could lay you down exactly where you'd awoken earlier. Your chest heaved with sobs as you shrank into yourself in an effort to get away from him.

His eyes left you for just a moment as he reached for the covers, no doubt to tuck you in-- in a split second decision, you seized that time to scramble out of his bed and break for the door. Sadly, as perhaps you should have seen coming, he was more than strong and fast enough to catch up to you, even caught off guard. As soon as your shaking hand made contact with the cool metal doorknob, he halted you where you stood with a bruising grip on your bicep.

You cried out, trying in vain to peel yourself away from him, but it was no use.

"Come on, silly baby, you heard me," He tsked, dragging you back toward the bed. "No need to be running off anywhere, especially on a sour stomach."

"P-Please--" You gasped through tears.

"I'm sorry, little one, but that's final," Leon hummed with a patronizing but oddly sweet tone. It was as if he were scolding a temperamental child.

He basically wrestled you back into the bed, enveloping you tightly in his arms as he laid down beside you. You struggled against his grasp, but again, it was absolutely no use. He simply pet your hair and pressed soft kisses along your cheek and jaw, attempting to soothe you with restraint and unwanted affection. 

You sucked in a labored breath, hiccupping, "Don't do this to me, please don't do this to me... I-I just wa-wanna go home, jus' wanna go h-home... Leon please--"

"Shh... oh, good heavens. You are home, princess," He mused, brushing away a stream of your hot tears with his thumb. "You'll see. Just relax and let me take care of you."

Nothing in Leon's life was ever permanent.

All he'd ever wanted was the American dream, to serve his community and meet a pretty girl to share his life with, to settle down in a big house with a fenced yard and two or three little Kennedys running around, maybe a dog. What he wouldn't give to come home at the end of a long day to his beautiful wife, belly swollen with his children, preparing dinner in the kitchen while the existing little ones play with their toys in the other room.

He would enter, slipping off his shoes with a relaxed sigh and a "Honey, I'm home!" to which the aforementioned little ones would rush to the door to hug him at his knees. He'd put one up on his shoulders while the other tugged at his hand, turning into the kitchen to give his beautiful wife a kiss. She would ask of his day and he would say it was good, but better now that he's home with her. With his free hand he would cradle her belly and ask "What's for dinner, you two?" to which she would reply "Your favorite," and as he smiled and thanked her with a kiss he would be silently plotting to thank her properly after the kids are asleep by fucking her full of his cum.

That was all he'd ever wanted. But, day after day after god forsaken day, the chance grew slimmer and slimmer until it had shriveled into something molecular. He didn't even get through his first day at the police station before everything went to shit.

Because of this, Leon began to lose himself over the years. He was no longer the bright-eyed rookie officer looking forward to his even brighter future. He was a broken man, worn down to the bone by years of death, plague, losing everyone he'd ever loved in one way or another-- Leon couldn't take the loss anymore. He wanted-- no, needed-- something permanent, something to give him even the slightest taste of that dream he once had.

When he met you, it wasn't even a question anymore. He knew you were the one. One way or another, he would have you.

He couldn't court you in the traditional way, of course-- it was too dangerous for you to be seen with him. After all, everything he'd ever touched had a way of turning to shit. So, it began with following you home after work so he'd know where you lived. Soon after that he would let himself in when you weren't home-- you weren't smart enough not to keep your key under the mat, furthering how sure he felt that you needed him to take care of you-- he would take little things of yours home with him just to have your scent around.

At first it was just little things like near-empty bottles of shampoo and stray pairs of panties from your laundry basket. Then it was sweaters from your closet, chewed gum and used flossers from your trash can. He'd pay close attention to your grocery lists and what you kept in your pantry so he'd know what kind of food you liked. 

When you did come home, he would sneak out quietly and watch you through your windows, familiarizing himself with your routine. The first thing you'd do when you came home from a long day of work was kick off your heels and change into something comfortable to do your yoga. After a while, you'd pull yourself up from the pink mat and cook dinner. After you'd eat, you'd relax with a book or a video game for a bit before taking a shower and changing into pajamas. Then, you'd brew yourself a mug of tea and retire to the bedroom for the evening where you'd watch documentaries or put on white noise until you eventually fell asleep.

At 7:00 a.m., you'd wake up in the morning and do it all over again.

All he could think about was what he'd do when he finally had you all to himself. Under his roof, you would never have to work another day in your life. Gone would be the days of pouring coffee and baking pastries for random idiots who treated you like shit. All you would ever have to worry about is being pampered, having your entire day to yourself, waiting for him to come home, spending all the money on his credit cards.

And carrying his children, of course.

So, as he held you tightly in his arms while you sobbed and begged to go back to that tiny apartment, all he could think about now was how to fix this. How to convince you he really loved you, how to make you feel truly at home.

The first few weeks were hard for him. Really, really hard.

You were refusing to eat, laying wide awake at night, swinging rapidly between sobbing, screaming and complete apathy. Sometimes he would come into the bedroom and catch you fiddling with the window, or attempting to circumvent the lock on the door by stuffing the mechanism with tissue. You would hit him, kick at him and spit in his face, even as you grew weaker and weaker with malnourishment, not that you really stood a chance before that anyway.

Still, it was hard to watch you shrink in your clothes. It was hard to see your cheeks hollowing by the day. It was hard to hold back your brittle hair while you'd vomit from the nerves, still trying to fight him off of you. It was hard to watch your body tense every time he entered the room.

Just when he'd began to lose hope, he discovered a neat little tool to help you behave. In some countries it was called "devil's breath." The slightest bit of powder could be sprinkled into your water, or over your food, or even into your clothes-- it absorbs through the skin-- and within minutes it would render you quite pliable. Leon didn't want to drug you, of course-- he liked you better when you were lucid-- but it certainly felt like a good place to start, a helpful tool to train you.

When he'd give you a dose, you would let him coddle you without incident. You would lay limp on his chest while he played with your hair and felt your soft skin beneath your shirt. You would allow him to spoon food or tip water into your mouth. You would let him dress you up like his perfect little dolly. You would blush and whimper and whine, and more importantly, not fight him, while he fucked you full of his cum, just like his dream.

There was just one problem-- after about two months of trying daily, it would seem his seed wasn't taking.

Your heart pounded in your ears as the sound of Leon's footsteps nearing the bedroom door grew louder. You glanced over at the clock-- it was 6:15. He was off work for the evening and you knew what that meant.

The lock clicked quietly before the door creaked open, revealing your captor.

"Honey, I'm home!" He smiled excitedly, approaching the bed with a glass of water in hand.

You knew it was for you. You knew he had done something to it. You also knew you didn't intend to drink it.

"W-Welcome home, daddy," You said in a near whisper, forcing a half-smile. While you had definitely lost the majority of the fight in you, that didn't mean it didn't nauseate you to comply with his wishes. "Did you have a good day?"

Tucking your hair behind your ear, he offered you the glass of water while he replied as he always did, "My day was fine, but it's so much better now that I'm home with you, princess."

You smiled at him like it was the first time he'd ever said it, taking the glass with a shaking hand. You stared at it for a moment before mustering up the courage to say, "D-Daddy, I don't want the medicine anymore. I don't think I need it, and it doesn't make me feel good."

"You don't want your medicine anymore, baby?" He asked, tipping your chin up to look at him. You shook your head, rounding your eyes to convince him that much more. "Well, alright, but you have to promise to behave for me."

Now you were nodding, a little bit too eagerly. It was sort of humiliating. "I promise, daddy, I'll behave! I don't want the medicine anymore. I promise I'll be good."

With a proud grin he took the glass from your hand and set it on the nightstand, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "That's what I like to hear, babydoll. You know, good little girls get rewarded..." His large hand spread over your thigh, inching up toward the hem of your baggy shirt.

You stiffened, but didn't push him away. He smirked, dipping his head down to kiss at your neck, large hand sliding up your shirt until he nudged it up enough to pull it off. You were bare for him now, save for panties, and given your experience with him you knew it wouldn't be long until those were discarded somewhere across the room. With a gentle hand at your shoulder he pushed you onto your back, your legs hanging off the side of the bed, and you were curious where he was going with that until he sank to his knees in front of you and began pulling your panties down.

Your eyes screwed shut, thankful that he couldn't see your face as he spread your thighs and greeted your cunt with a slow lick up the length of you. You gripped the sheets with white knuckles, pretty much holding your breath to keep yourself from kicking him away from you. His fingertips buried into the plush skin of your thighs to hold you apart as he began to eat you out more passionately, suckling your clit up into his mouth and lapping at your hole like he was starving.

If there was one thing you would give him credit for, it would be his skilled tongue. Perhaps he was crazy and obsessed, but he certainly knew how to translate that obsession into something that benefitted you both. You wouldn't have succumbed to it so willingly if he weren't at least good at it.

Still, it was hard to feel any enthusiasm. His attention might have felt good physically, but it certainly didn't feel good mentally. 

You flinched when you felt a fingertip prodding at your cunt. He pulled away just far enough to tsk, "Relax and let me make you feel good, puppy. You said you would behave for me."

"Y-Yes, daddy," You muttered, continuing to clutch the sheets as you tried to control your breathing.

His thick index finger sank into you down to the knuckle, almost immediately curling up to brush against the spongy spot within you that made you see stars. As much as you tried to fight it you gasped, quickly bringing a hand up to cover your mouth, but the sound you'd made hadn't slipped past Leon. You felt him smirk against your skin as he pressed sloppy kisses to your thigh, reaching up with his free hand to force yours away from your face.

"Don't be shy, princess," He spoke against the inside of your thigh, trailing kisses up to your clit. "I want to hear just how good it feels."

You whimpered, hips squirming into his affection, and he chuckled approvingly, bringing his mouth back to you fully to continue eating you out while he fucked his finger into you. Soon after his index finger was joined by his middle, and you keened as he reached more deeply into you than he possibly ever had.

He pumped his fingers in and out for a moment, alternating between lapping at your cunt and kissing your thighs, and just as the coil inside began to tighten he suddenly... stopped?

You waited for a second, catching your breath, expecting him to continue any minute. But he didn't. Instead, he took on a tone that froze your blood as he asked, "Sweetheart, what is this?"

Then, you felt a sharp tug at your insides that made you yelp.

"Leon!" You shouted at him in a break of character, attempting to scoot away from him, but he grabbed your hips to still you. "That hurt!"

Another tug. You cried out, trying as you might to snap your thighs shut and push him away, but he wasn't budging.

"You never told me you had an IUD."

"Well, I do, so stop yanking on it! It hurts--"

The next words out of his mouth truly fucking broke you.

"That just won't do. It's no wonder you're not pregnant yet."

You sat up immediately. "Pregnant?"

He ignored you, tugging at it again. You screamed.

"L-Leon, don't! I can get it taken out by a doctor, I swear, I'll get it taken out!"

He shook his head. "And wait even longer to knock you up, pretty girl? Not happening. It's coming out now."

You screamed again, thrashing in his hold. He withdrew from inside you for just a moment, pinning you to the bed by your hip while he reached for your panties on the floor and shoved them into your mouth to silence you.

"There, there, angel. It'll be over before you know it, like ripping off a band-aid," He hummed, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you screeched through the cotton. "I'm gonna give you my babies, I promise. Gonna make you a mommy, and we’ll be so happy."

Before you could properly react he forced his fingers back inside you, yanking at the device until you felt a sickening tear and the unmistakable heat of blood rushing out of you. You curled into yourself, wailing, gasping for breath through the panties in your mouth as he withdrew his blood-soaked fingers, holding up the gory IUD in the light.

"There you are, princess. All better," He smiled contently, discarding the device on the bedside table. "You did so good. You were so brave for me."

You were bawling, shrieking through your gag as your vision blurred into white. Leon kissed up your thighs before standing to unbuckle his belt, and he didn't get much further than that before the panic and agonizing pain got to you and you lost consciousness.

You woke up the next morning with your thighs sore and sticky with blood. You lifted the comforter to see a deep red pool seeping out from between your legs, and the more you started to wake up, the more aware you became of the pain. You were cramping terribly, sweating buckets, your ears were ringing and you felt weak. Leon had left for work already, so it was up to you to get yourself to the bathroom.

Your entire body was trembling as you stumbled out of the bed, dripping blood in a trail behind you as you dragged yourself to the bathroom and crawled into the bathtub. You peeled off your pajama shorts and panties, watching in horror as a mixture of thick blood and cum spilled out of you and ran slowly toward the drain. Once again, you began to cry. Obviously he'd had his way with you after you passed out, buckets of blood be damned.

Even with your foggy, staticky brain, you couldn't stop thinking. Thinking about the fact that he had no intention of taking you to a hospital, so there was really no telling what might happen with your profusely painful and bleeding sex. Thinking about how fucking screwed you were now without your IUD, your best defense against falling pregnant with your captor's child. Thinking about the fact that if he wouldn't even take you to a doctor for this, he must be expecting a home birth if you were to become pregnant, which you doubted he was qualified to handle and therefore had a very good chance to result in your slow, painful death.

You couldn't stand the shivering anymore, so you filled the bathtub with hot water. It felt nice, though it was rather gross that the water was stained a glassy rose color with your own blood, not that you really had the strength to care in the moment.

In fact, you didn't have much strength at all. It wasn't long before you found yourself losing consciousness once again.

"Fuck, princess, can you hear me?"

You were trying to open your eyes, to twitch a finger, anything, but it was so hard.

"Shit. Stay right here, babydoll, I'm gonna get you some help, okay? I promise. I never meant to hurt you... shit...”

You heard some shuffling, pacing and possibly Leon talking to himself in the other room. You figured he was trying to decide whether or not to take you to a hospital. Part of you hoped he would and the other part of you hoped he would just let you die there. More than anything, you just wished you would have let him drug you in the first place so maybe you wouldn't be in this level of pain.

After what could have very well been 20 seconds or 20 minutes, Leon kneeled beside the tub and draped a cold washcloth over your forehead, reaching into the bloodied water to pull the drain. With what little control you had over your own movement you managed to crack your eyes open, which seemed to please him.

"Oh thank god... thank god, baby. I almost thought I lost you there," He huffed, voice shaking. "Listen to me closely, princess. Stay with me. I'm going to take you to a doctor but you have to be a good girl, okay? You have to be good for me and go along with what I say, even if it isn't true. I'm just doing what's best for you so you can get all better, okay?"

You nodded weakly. You weren't in any position to put up a fight, and all you really wanted was an end to the pain. Besides, he couldn't supervise you constantly at the hospital. There had to be at least some opportunity to tell someone what he'd done to you.

He somehow managed to dress you in some comfortable clothes of his, a soft black t-shirt that hung halfway down your thighs and a pair of black shorts with some little socks of yours to protect your feet. Then, he carried you princess-style out to the car where he bundled you up in the passenger seat and buckled you in.

As he pulled hurriedly out of the driveway, he made a phone call to someone.

"Hey, it's me... I need the best people we have in the infirmary, stat. I'm on my way now," He spoke sternly into the phone, white knuckling the wheel. "I'm fine, it's not for me, it's my girlfriend. It's a long story that I'll tell you when I get there, but she's bleeding pretty bad. I found her unconscious when I came home... I appreciate it, thanks. See you in 10."

Leon reached over the center console to squeeze your thigh in reassurance.

"You're gonna be just fine, princess. I'm gonna make sure they make you all better, okay?"

Your stomach sank. He obviously wasn't taking you to a hospital. From the sounds of it he was taking you somewhere he had a good amount of leverage, somewhere everyone knew him, held him in high regard and wouldn't dare challenge his word, let alone take yours over his. You slumped to the side, resting your head on the cool window with a quiet bonk. Leon was quick to ask if you were okay but you couldn't muster up a response. Your ears began ringing again and the world around you collapsed into tunnel vision.

part 2 !!

#venustext #sintext #resident evil #leon kennedy #yandere!leon kennedy #dark!leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #yandere!leon kennedy x reader #dark!leon kennedy x reader #dead dove do not eat #something permanent

[xythlia]

CHOKE ON MY DEVOTION

› alucard x f!reader

› idk if anyone will even see this but i NEED him idc how stupid it makes me look I gotta fuck this man my life depends on it!!

warnings : mdni. mentions of blood and violence. thigh riding. finger sucking. spit. teasing. a lil angst if u squint in the beginning. degradation ish

"Are you afraid?"

The thunderous rhythm of your heart would betray you but it wasn't pounding through your entire body out of fear, no, it was his intense closeness to you. The way he was all consuming in front of your senses and easily overpowering what little will you had as you stood with your back pressed to the frigid brick wall.

"No." you whisper to the dark, feeling his fingers glide along your jaw with something akin to tenderness.

"Perhaps you should be," he mused, coming into brief focus in your eyesight. Not for the first time you wished human sight wasn't so abysmal compared to a vampires, you bet he was beautiful in the tar black shadow of the manor basement.

It was always like this, this bizarrely passionate insistence that you needed to view him as a beast and your equally spirited push back that no matter how hard he might try that particular point of view wasn't one you'd share. It's not that the bloodshed or violence didn't matter, it was very much a core part of his being but rather that it didn't overshadow everything else that existed in him. No matter how hard he tried to push you away for seeing it.

You recall words you'd heard before regarding him.

A sobbing child that had lost everything.

Wordlessly you shift sideways, away from him and turn to make your way back out of the basement. All you'd needed to do was deliver blood bags, a task that usually fell to you since he enjoyed making other manor employees nearly die of cardiac arrest for the trouble, terrorizing them with various tricks and near psychological warfare. Not that you minded much though, it was an excuse to spend even five minutes alone together.

At first you thought he hated you, detested your presence because each time you'd end up near each other he was far more cold to you than even his baseline treatment of others. Only after being up late one night after a mission that had been a particular bloodbath, tipsy bordering on drunk as you snuck out onto the rooftop that you'd spoken freely to him and he to you. Maybe it was the residual adrenaline, or maybe he felt comfortable with the assurance that in an inebriated state you'd remember less.

He was wrong of course, when it came to him you couldn't help but remember everything in painful detail.

Something vaguely noncorporeal latched onto your wrist before you could make any further move to leave, giving you pause as you glanced down. A tendril of shadow, barely there but enough to almost anchor you in place. Of course he's too proud to tell you to stay, it brings a small smile to your face.

Silently you let it lead you back to him, standing in front of the ornate chair that served as the only piece of furniture in the carnivorous space outside the coffin you were sure was somewhere outside your field of vision with crossed arms once the tendril let go.

"I almost have to respect your insistence," he said, clearly taking in the defiance of your posture as amusing.

"What? Do you want me to call you dog and beast?" You didn't mean for it to come out so testy but his purposefully confusing behavior grated on your nerves. "If I didn't know better I'd say you have a thing for degradation."

That earns you a real laugh, making warmth seep inside your chest. Before you can comprehend it you're in his lap, making you gasp softly in surprise as a sharper, more embarrassed heat floods through your body.

Daydreaming about straddling him and actually doing it are two very, very different things.

"Your stubbornness is unfortunately alluring," he purrs against the shell of your ear, sending phantom fingers down your spine as you stiffen in his light hold. There was an oddly placed note of melancholy in his voice however, despite the intimate position you were in. He didn't give you much time to ruminate on it though.

Alucard was painstakingly mindful of his teeth, much sharper than your own, as his mouth found yours to keep you speechless. It wasn't a difficult task, and your mouth opened eagerly against each swipe of his tongue across your bottom lip. He tasted heady, faintly metallic and it made your hips involuntarily grind down against him.

His fingers dug into your sides, one hand sliding upward to cradle the back of your head as the kiss devolved into a mess of teeth and tongues, bursting with desperation that practically clung to your skin. His other hand only urged the movement of your hips, grinning wickedly against your mouth as your whines reached a louder pitch.

Deftly he maneuvered you into straddling his thigh, clearly enjoying the way your eyes screwed shut feeling him flex the muscles in his leg and push upward, grinding against your clothed cunt.

"You look cute when you're trying not to cum," he teased. It made a high-pitched groan tumble from your lips but before you could utter a word back his ungloved fingers were sliding against your tongue.

Your body didn't even need to do any work, his other hand kept your hips moving at a harsh pace against his leg that made heat pool inside your belly and made your brain feel like it was suddenly made of tv static. If you had any wherewithal maybe you would've felt more ashamed of the position you were in, his fingers jammed in your mouth as your tongue worked spit over them, that same spit sliding from the corners of your mouth to drip against your chest, and the way he had you grinding on his thigh like an obscene toy.

You always thought you were so clever when it came to hiding your feelings for him but knew the moment you laid eyes on him. You didn't stiffen with fear or apprehension, no it was desire that made you turn your eyes away each time. It was such an adorably human trait, to be almost embarrassed for getting caught wanting.

None of that embarrassment was on display now, his hand barely had to guide your movements anymore and the way you sucked on his fingers went beyond pornographic. It made arousal burn in his lungs like a harsh drag from a cigarette, seeing how shamelessly you chased your own end and listening to every salacious moan and whine bounce off the shadows around you two.

Your leg muscles were screaming against the repetitive movement, your breathing coming in short gasps around his fingers and your rhythm fell off into sloppy halfhearted jerks as you felt the pressure inside your gut burst like a dam, the friction against your clit reaching its crescendo.

You grabbed his forearm in a white knuckle grip as you whined and spasmed in his lap, moaning and panting as the orgasm crested over you. Slowly your senses return, and the ache in your legs isn't strong enough to detract from how painfully aware you are of the spit coating your skin and of his smug smile as his fingers stroke along the back of your neck.

"If I had to say, I'd think you enjoy being degraded."

His deep timbre laugh makes you jerk your head to the side, refusing to look in those burgundy eyes.

#alucard x reader #hellsing x reader #alucard smut #hellsing smut #hellsing alucard x reader #hellsing alucard smut

[bieachella]

Wants and Needs | dbf!joel miller x reader (pt. 2)

warnings: age difference (reader is a high school graduate so take that as it is, joel is in his 40s) f!reader, dirty talk, kissing, lots and lots of kissing, joel likes to kiss, fingering, oral sex (both receiving), pet names, a lot of pet names, praise, slow burn kinda maybe idk, alcohol use (pt.1), fluff if u squint, unprotected p in v sex, joel doesn’t pull out, ever, they’re very horny

summary: idk how to summarize they fuck

word count: 3k

a/n: i’ve literally never written smut in my life so bare with me here and ik the gif is javi but idc

You sat beside him in silence, seeking comfort in his warmth, trying to drown out the music that was playing obnoxiously loud.

As you feel yourself starting to drift off, you suddenly jolt awake upon glancing at the wooden clock hanging above the fireplace. It reads 1:45 AM, and you can't believe how late it is. "Jesus," you mutter to yourself in surprise. You turn to Joel and half-whisper, half-amused, "Where do old people get all this stamina from," It was more of a rhetorical statement than an actual question.

Joel playfully puts his hand on his chest, pretending to be offended. He scoffs and says, "if they're old, then what am I, baby?"

Baby.

Baby.

You chuckled at his response and playfully nudged him with your elbow. "You're not old, Joel.” you said with a smile. The tension was growing thicker and the wet patch in your underwear was becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

Fuck. You need him so bad.

“I’m glad you think so. But, be careful, might’ not be able to keep up with your youthful energy.” He teased

You bit your lip, trying to suppress the desire that was building inside you. You wanted him to take you right there for everyone to see. You wanted to feel his hands on your body, his lips on yours.

You leaned in closer to him, feeling the warmth radiating off his body. "I think you have more energy than you let on," you whispered, your voice husky with desire.

Joel's eyes darkened with lust as he took in your words. He leaned in closer to you, his face just inches from yours. "Yeah?" he murmured, his breath hot against your skin.

Of course, Joel pulled away.

Fucking tease.

As Joel pulled away, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of disappointment and frustration. His sudden change in demeanor had caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but wonder what had caused him to back off. Was it the alcohol? Had he suddenly realized something? Did he no longer find you attractive?

The music died down, and you felt an overwhelming urge to crawl into a hole and disappear. In an attempt to shake off the awkwardness, you got up to start cleaning up the mess left by the guests to deal with in the morning.

Joel just watched.

HIs eyes burning holes through your body.

You tried your best to ignore his intense gaze and focused on tidying up the room. But every time you looked up, you caught him staring at you. It was making you feel uncomfortable and self-conscious.

“What, Joel?” You said, finally breaking the uncomfortable silence. You roll your eyes as he stands from the couch and makes his way toward you.

As he approaches you, he stops just inches away, and you feel his warm breath on the back of your neck. You notice the tent in his pants pressing against your lower back as he leans in to whisper something, but then he hesitates, leaving you hanging in anticipation. He reaches up and gently brushes a strand of hair behind your ear before pulling away. You’re left feeling both frustrated and confused as he turns and walks away, leaving you standing alone. You can't help but question his motives and wonder why he's playing games with you. Your heart races as you try to make sense of the situation.

As your eyelids grow heavy, you decide it's time to retire for the night. You tip-toe up the eerie staircase, and your gaze meets the enormous taxidermied deer head.

You mutter "Jesus, fuck" under your breath. Your bare feet softly padded along the wooden floors, and as you passed by Joel's room, you noticed the door creaking open

You pause, feeling a mix of fear and curiosity. You know you shouldn't be snooping around, but the open door beckons you forward. You take a step toward the room, your heart pounding in your chest. You peer inside, your eyes adjusting to the dim light.

Joel's room is surprisingly neat, with a neatly made bed and a few scattered sweatshirts on the floor.

“No one’s ever taught’ya to knock?” A voice suddenly interrupts you, causing you to jump in surprise. You turn around to see Joel standing behind you, you can’t make out the look on his face, but god, did he look sexy. His black t-shirt clung to his biceps and his grey sweatpants accentuated the imprint of his cock.

Despite your initial shock, you can't help but feel a jolt of attraction run through you. You clear your throat, trying to compose yourself.

"Uh, sorry, I, uh, didn't mean to intrude," you say, feeling a bit embarrassed for being caught after the little moment you had downstairs.

Joel chuckles softly, his dark eyes sparkling mischievously.

You feel a flutter in your chest as he moves closer, his scent filling your senses. You try to focus on something else, anything else, but your mind keeps drifting back to how close he is to you. You can feel the heat radiating off of him, and the magnetic pull between you is almost tangible.

“What would your daddy say? Huh? If he saw his little girl sneaking around his best friend's bedroom.” Joel whispers softly in your ear, his voice imbued with a gentle southern drawl. You hadn’t noticed until that moment but he had you pinned up against the wall, right by his designated room. You just stare at him, in complete shock at his words.

You can feel the blush creeping up your neck as you try to come up with a response. Joel's playful tone and the mischievous glint in his eyes make it hard for you to tell if he's joking or not.

Was he teasing you? Seriously?

Two can play that game.

You clear your throat and try to sound casual as you reply, "Well, my dad's not here,” tracing a finger up and down his chest, “And I'm not sure he'd be too happy if he saw you getting too comfortable with his daughter." A smirk tugs at the corner of your lips, hoping that your tone comes off as flirtatious rather than confrontational.

Joel's eyes widen in surprise, and then a slow grin spreads across his face. "Oh really?" he says, stepping closer to you. "And what would he do if he found out?"

You feel your heart rate pick up as Joel leans in, his breath hot on your neck. You try to keep your cool as you tilt your head back to look up at him. "Well, I don't think he'd be too pleased," you say with a coy smile.

Joel chuckles softly, his lips dangerously close to yours. "Is that so?" he murmurs, his eyes glittering with amusement. "Well, I guess we'll just have to make sure he never finds out, won't we?"

‘I guess so.” You say with a familiar smirk.

Frustrated with the proximity, you reach up to tangle your fingers in Joel's hair, pulling him down to capture his lips with your own.

As the kiss deepens, you feel a rush of excitement coursing through your body. Joel's hands are warm on your waist, pulling you closer to him, and you can feel the hard muscles of his chest pressing against your own.

He slips his tongue in your mouth and you respond eagerly, exploring each other's mouths with increasing passion. Your heart is racing, and you can feel the heat between your bodies growing.

Eventually, you break the kiss, both of you gasping for air. You stare into each other's eyes, trying to catch your breath, “Fuck.” he mutters, and it feels like the tension between you has only grown stronger.

Joel takes your hand and leads you into his dimly lit room, not breaking the kiss once, sitting down, and pulling you onto his lap. You straddle him, your legs on either side of his hips and you can feel his painfully hard cock when you grind your body against his crotch.

He lets out a small groan.

As the kiss continues, you can feel Joel's hands roaming over your body, exploring every curve and contour. His touch sends shivers down your spine, and you can feel yourself getting more and more wet. He slips his hand into the waistband of your shorts and strokes your wet folds.

“So fuckin’ wet, baby. All f’me?” The words fumble out of Joel’s mouth.

You moan in response to Joel's words, feeling your body respond eagerly to his touch. As his fingers continue to stroke you, you arch your back and press your body closer to his. You can feel the heat building between your legs, and you know that you're close to the edge.

Joel breaks the kiss, looking down at you with a wicked grin. "Wanna taste you," he says, his voice husky with desire. Without waiting for a response, he flips you onto your back, pulling your shorts and panties down, tossing them onto the floor.

He trails up your inner thighs with open-mouthed kisses, leaving bruises that will undoubtedly be visible in the morning, he kisses his way up to your leaking cunt.

“Fuck. Been dreamin’ ‘bout this pussy.” Joel breathes out, hot breath sending waves of pleasure to your sensitive clit. As he buries his face between your legs, you let out a gasp. “Gotta be quiet baby, would be a shame if anyone heard you moanin’ in my bed.” God, he’s relentless. His tongue is hot and insistent, tracing patterns over your clit and sliding deep inside you. You grip the sheets, trying to find some stability as pleasure washes over you.

You writhe under his touch, “ Quit.” He breathes out, pushing your hips down and tracing his spare hand up your torso, squeezing your breasts under the thin tank top you’d been wearing all night. You moan as Joel brings you to the peak of pleasure, his skilled tongue not missing a beat. You can feel the tension building inside of you, a heat spreading throughout your entire body. Your breathing becomes ragged, and you feel like you're about to lose control.

Suddenly, Joel pulls away, leaving you gasping for breath and on the edge of release. You look down at him, confused, but he just smiles up at you wickedly. "Not yet, baby," he says, crawling up your body to kiss you deeply.

You taste yourself on his lips, and it only serves to make you more aroused. Joel grinds his hard cock against your thigh, and you can feel how much he wants you. "Please," you whisper, unable to hold back any longer.

‘Gotta tell me what’cha want babygirl.”

You bite your lip, feeling a rush of desire coursing through your body. "Want your cock, Joel,” You manage to breathe out, your voice barely above a whisper. You see Joel’s eyes darken with desire despite lying in the dimly lit room.

He takes in your words and it causes a long pause, your mind can't help but wander elsewhere and you feel self-conscious about being the only one undressed. Your instinct kicks in and you involuntarily close your legs, only to receive a smack on the back of your thigh.

Joel's hand moves from your thigh to your face, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. "Don't get shy on me," he whispers, his voice deep with desire. “Show me how bad you want this cock,” he adds.

Your hands move quickly to the waistband of his sweats, palming his cock from underneath.

“You always go commando at other people's houses?” You joke, probably not the best time to joke as his length twitches in your hand.

He lets out a low groan and leans in closer to you, ignoring your comment, he twirls a strand of your hair in his hand "You have no idea what you do to me," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin.

Really? No cocky response?

Your own body responds to his proximity, a familiar ache building between your legs. You slide your hand up and down his length, relishing in the feel of him growing harder in your grasp.

He moans softly and tilts his head back, his eyes closed in pleasure. You continue to stroke him, teasing him with slow and deliberate movements.

You pull him out and you almost moan at the sight of it. You swirl your tongue around the tip, looking up at him with an intense gaze. His eyes meet yours, filled with desire and anticipation.

You take him deeper into your mouth, savoring the taste of him. Your lips and tongue work in perfect harmony, sending shivers down his spine. He grips your hair and you feel him push down on your head, choking around him and the vibration makes his cock twitch in your mouth.

“That’s right, fuck. Take it like a good girl.”

“Want my cum, baby?” He thrusts deeper into your mouth, “Maybe I should cum all over your face and send you to bed.”

“That what’cha want, baby?”

When he speaks, his words send a thrill of excitement through you.

You pull off of him and eagerly reply “need you inside me, Joel.”

With that, he tugs at your hair, jerking your head to look up at him.

“Don’t tell me what you need,” he says.

You feel a rush of excitement and anticipation as he takes control, his dominant demeanor sending shivers down your spine. You bite your lip, holding back a moan as his grip on your hair tightens.

He leans in close to your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your neck. "I know what you need," he whispers, his voice low and commanding. "Need me to make you mine, fuck my cum into you, huh? Leave you dripping.”

You feel his hand move down your body, trailing over your curves and sending sparks of pleasure through you. His fingers find their way between your thighs, and you gasp as he teases your clit, making you wet and needy.

"Please," you whimper, your voice barely audible.

"Please what?" he asks, his voice dripping with arousal. "Beg for it.” “Beg for your dads best friend to fuck you.”

You feel a surge of heat between your legs, and you can't help but moan as his fingers continue to work their magic on your sensitive flesh. "Please," you plead, your body trembling with need. "Fuck me. Make me yours."

He grins, his eyes dark with desire. "Wonder what your daddy would think of you beggin’ for my cum." He says, his voice rough with lust. "Spread your legs for me."

You obey, parting your thighs to give him better access. He wastes no time, slipping two fingers inside you and starting to pump them in and out, the slick sound of his movements filling the air. You moan again, louder this time, and he smirks.

He slips his free hand over your mouth.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his fingers finding your clit once more. "Come for me. Come on my fingers.”

You can't hold back any longer, your body exploding in pleasure as you come undone around his fingers. He watches you, his eyes dark with hunger, until you're spent and shaking.

The hand on your mouth slowly moves down, slipping a thumb into your mouth as you eagerly oblige. Taking him into your mouth with his cock leaking over you, and a mix of pre-cum and your spit coating your overstimulated cunt.

He lines himself up with you, pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance.

You can feel how hard he is, and you ache for him to be inside you. He teases you for a moment, dragging his cock up and down your slick folds, before pushing himself deep inside you with one swift thrust.

He removes himself from your mouth, moving down to knead your breasts.

His tongue slips into your mouth before a loud moan escapes you.

​​Your body arches towards his touch as he kneads and pinches your nipples, sending waves of pleasure through your body. With every thrust of his hips, you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. The sounds of your moans and his grunts fill the room as your bodies move in perfect harmony.

He breaks the kiss to move down your body, trailing kisses and nibbles along your neck, collarbone, and breasts. He takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it, while his hand continues to play with the other. Your back arches off the bed as a whimper escapes your lips.

You strip Joel of his shirt, finally getting to feel him skin to skin. You run your hands over his muscled chest and make their way up to his scalp, massaging his hair as he thrusts deeper, hitting all the right spots inside of you. You moan and gasp, feeling the pleasure building up inside of you.

Joel lifts his head and looks into your eyes. He leans in and kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. As he continues to thrust, you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m so close, Joel.”

“Yeah?” he breathes out

“Come on my cock.”

Joel's movements become more urgent, and he pumps into you faster and harder. The sensation of his cock rubbing against your walls is almost too much, and you feel yourself teetering on the brink of orgasm.

Joel grunts and groans as he thrusts, his body slick with sweat. His lips find yours again, and he kisses you fiercely, his tongue battling with yours. The intensity of the kiss matches the rhythm of his movements, and you can tell that he's just as close as you are.

With a muffled cry, you finally go over the edge, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over you. Joel follows you moments later, his cock pulsing inside of you as he coats your walls.

You were so fucking relieved you’d been on the pill, although, you wouldn’t mind mothering his children.

The thought had you smiling a little.

As you both catch your breath, Joel collapses on top of you, his arms wrapping tightly around you. You can feel his heart pounding against your chest, and you realize that you've never felt closer to him than in this moment.

After a few minutes, Joel rolls off of you, his breathing starting to slow. He pulls you close, his hand stroking your hair as you both lay there in silence.

“What am I gonna do with you?” Joel whispers, breaking the silence.

You look up at him, feeling a sense of warmth and security in his embrace. You smile, knowing that you could stay like this forever.

"I ‘dunno," you reply softly, tracing circles on his chest with your fingers. "What do you wanna do with me?"

Joel chuckles, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, I could keep you all to myself," he says, pulling you even closer.

He could if he wanted to.

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[jellyaibo]

breaking my silence...i fuckng hate this "genre" of object show gijinka and im tired of acting like it isnt . bland

(using ii gijinkas as my guinea pigs for this, considering i really ONLY see these kinds of gijinkas in the ii side of the osc)

they are just. all the same build, usually same hairstyles and fashion theres NOTHINGGG that differentiates one persons gijinka from another because thats how similar they look to me, also if i were to color these do u think it would make it more obvious who is who? (if u cant already tell who is who obvs. its tt, fan & pickle but ohhhh my god THERESS NO SAUCE)

this might just sound fucking insane on my part but also even though these gijinkas dont have natural skintones (obvs trying to match the objects) they completely lack any features that say they ARENT white (i mean like very eurocentric) finding one with afro hair is like looking for a needle in a haystack (im being so serious ive barely seen any . kind of diversity like that)

and not even just diversity in races too, because 99% of them are all tall and skinny they just completely lack any body diversity (once again, very eurocentric yk yk) and because of that they have. awful silhouettes (unless they have VERY defining features which is fucking rare, so unless you have a really unique design a lot of people probably can't tell who is who unless you either squint really hard or have them be colored in)

my point is . these gijinkas just dont look good like at all. (im not gonna kill anyone for making gijinkas like this btw but ill def squint at you rlly hard but thats just me) and i think people should try to go and experiment with more expressive and fun designs that can make these blokes rlly stand out more!!! (something as simple as just, giving them acne, making them shorter/taller than they actually are, wacky hair n cool disability aids etc. just fucking go nuts!!! diversity just. makes better designs imho)

i designed these kinda on the spot (im sorry pickle) and like. even if they might look a little bland imo they have way more personality than the designs above!!!!!!!!!!! its not hard lichurally all u need to do is get an idea n try it

also i didnt know where to put this but like. another example of why i think these gijinkas just fucking suck: i uhhhh made my loser gijinka into one

her joy? her happiness? her personality and transsexual swag? GONE. SUCKED AWAY FROM HER BEING. she is a HUSK

my final note(s) on this is like. just go experiment brah im sooo tired of seeing these ohh please im so exhausted...EVEN IF U ARENT CONFIDENT IN UR DESIGNING SKILLS . GOING AND TAKING THAT FIRST STEP IS GOOD please just go nuts ohhh u wanna go nuts so fucking bad . theres many many references for different bodies n details n shit AND U DONT EVEN HAVE TO LIKE. STUDY EVERYTHING TO BECOME "GOOD" at this . just . freaking go for it

and my final (final) note is uhmm very petty but idc but the artist that popularized this kind of object show gijinka isnt the best person so like. yeah that is one of my top reasons on why i dont like em LMAO

uhhh and yeah thats it thats pretty much all sorry for rambling im just a tired little biracial boy oohh im so tired heres a lollipop 🍭

#im SORRY im SORRY for rambling i jsut like. keep seeing them #im not attacking any specific artist (except hous3) btw AHAH i rlly hope i didnt sound . super mean #.txt #ask to tag #ig #feel free to rb if u want cuz im sooo tired

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I posted 63 times in 2022

That's 16 more posts than 2021!

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

If I got slapped in front of Andrew Garfield I’d Kill my Self bro

16 notes - Posted March 28, 2022

#4

Hi darling! I saw you taking requests for Matt Murdock, so here I am.

So I was thinking some angst and action. Reader gets caught up in the middle of a fight, cuz she trying to get Intel on a case she works on with Nelson&Murdock. So the reader doesn't know that Matt is Daredevil, and during the fight Matt has to save their ass,and he's feral about it, and reader finds out who he is. Something like this 😁

If you are interested I would like to read you story. Thanks love.

Yo! Sorry this took so long, but you can read this here !!

19 notes - Posted February 13, 2022

#3

I’ll Be Around (TASM!Peter Parker X Reader)

Yo !!! I'm so glad you liked Ibuprofen !! Ty for the request :)

I have never actually heard this song, so I obviously had to listen before writing and the chorus is real sweet and I love the concept of relating it to Peter !! Also, I can literally never ever avoid a good hurt/comfort fic even though I feel like 90% of Peter fics are hurt comfort idc it is like drugs to me

First post of the new year !! Hope u all enjoy it <3

Title: I’ll Be Around Genre: Hurt/comfort, insane fluff (I care him <3), angst if you squint a little bit Word count: ~1.7k Warnings: Mention loss, injury description. Synopsis: Peter returns home only half-aware of the excruciating pain in his side, far too staggered by the intensity of the brawl he'd been in to even begin to form a cohesive string of thoughts. However, that night, under the effect of both of whatever painkillers aunt May had him on and your sincere monitoring, he comes upon a sudden, pain-induced revelation.

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163 notes - Posted January 3, 2022

#2

The Devil Ain't a Friend to No One (Matthew Murdock x reader)

Hey! I am so glad to be getting requests for Matt, I've been reading the Waid run of Daredevil and I've also been getting into the show again recently and I love him so much he is so <3<3<3<3 I apologise for how slowly I've been pushing these out, I'm back at school and have had like no time to write in my free time because I have honestly been spending it sleeping or doing homework LOL

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this little node. I suck at writing action so I kind of avoided it in place for EXTRA ANGST to make up for it.

Also, the title is from the song 'It's called: Freefall' by Rainbow Kitten Surprise, which is where I got a lot of the ideas for this specific fic. The song is very Matt to me and also slaps severely. I recommend.

I also barely proofread this, I wanted it out before Valentine's day, so excuse me if it seems a little bleugh. Happy Valentine's day !!

Title: The Devil Ain't a Friend to No One

Genre: Angst/fluff/action??

Warnings: Depictions of violence, bloody imagery, religious themes (it is MY Daredevil fic and I get to choose the religious trauma), swearing, descriptions of injury

Word Count: 2.0k

Synopsis: Hell's Kitchen is a wretched, friendless place at night. All hope was to be forsaken, all valour disbanded, especially so when faced with such violence; when faced with the glint of silver under the faraway street light as you turn a desolate corner. However, the Devil was invariably vigilant, and you had a sneaking scepticism that you knew him well.

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191 notes - Posted February 13, 2022

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Everyone’s Got Them (Matt Mudock x reader)

YO !! I love this little simple req I love doing just one little scene and expanding on it I think it’s so fun. I got this idea randomly when I was bored and looking at my arm LMFAO ty for the request !! (Also, I do not think there’s much of an audience for Matt rn but I love him so much so plz request more when I do end up opening requests again)

Title: Everyone’s got them.  Genre: fluff  Word count: ~1k Warnings: mentions of injury and drinking, maybe a little suggestive if you really really really squint super hard Synopsis: Matthew Murdock craved the innocence of waking up alongside you, tangled in the sheets of his bed, and is reluctant to break himself from that innocence when it’s presented to him.

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358 notes - Posted April 11, 2022

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[babiexiao]

late night lessons

pairing : fem!reader x mikey x draken x kazutora

includes : heavy oral (fem receiving), spitting, subby & inexperienced tora, dom!mikey & ken, ken's a lil mean at times hehe, some degrading but lots of praise, lots of smut (obviously) n fluff if you squint

word count : just over 4.5k...🧍🏽‍♀️

summary : an alternate timeline where mikey and ken teach their dear friend, kazutora, how to eat pussy. specifically, yours.

this is very very very self indulgent of me but idc i want all of them 🙄 i uhh, i can't write endings to save my life so let's ignore how bad it is, thank u. almost named this 'two and a half men' cause mikey's shorter but i decided to be nice to him lmfaoaofhd. please don't repost on other platforms. likes / reblogs are appreciated & feedback is always welcomed <3

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The events of the night were sort of a blur. What was meant to be an innocent movie night had suddenly turned into something, not so innocent. You faintly remember Kazutora mentioning he’d never touched a female intimately, and somehow the conversation led to more. The words “teach me… please?” fell from Kazutora’s lips, directed at Mikey and Ken while his eyes glanced over at you. You’re not too sure what happened after, but now you’ve ended up on the bed with three of your friends around your semi naked body.

Your back was against Ken’s chest, his large hands holding your legs apart by your knees as Mikey and Kazutora situated themselves in between them. Mikey’s hand gently tapped your thigh, smiling back up at you warmly. “Let us know if you want to stop at any time, alright?” You simply nodded, the room feeling a little too warm as you finally processed this was really happening.

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t ever thought of your friends in that specific way. Countless nights you had gotten off to at least one, if not, all of them, countless fantasies and positions played out in your mind but for it to actually become real? The whole thing felt like a dream.

“Use your words, baby.” Ken spoke, his deeper voice resonating against your ear.

“I understand. I’ll let you know. P-Promise.”

“Good…” Mikey trailed off, looking down at your panties before looking at Kazutora. “You gotta tease them a little. Make them needy for something, yeah? It sorta sets the mood.” Kazutora’s eyes were wide, you could see him making notes mentally and hanging onto every word Mikey spoke.

“H-How– How can I do that?” He asked nervously, throat becoming dry. Rather than speaking, Mikey hummed to himself and pulled your leg a little closer to his face as he placed gentle kisses that continued up your thigh, inching closer and closer to your centre. His actions made you shiver in excitement, which didn’t go unnoticed by the blond between your legs, a small smirk overtaking his features while he continued. Kazutora focused on the two of you longingly, licking his lips that had gotten dry and awaited his turn.

“Just like that. You see how she shivered a little, Tora?”

“Y-Yeah…” The boy swallowed deeply, his eyes darting to meet yours. They were full of lust while equally being laced in nervousness. “Can I… Can I touch you, like ‘Jiro did?”

“Mhm, please. Touch me.”

Kazu inhaled, letting his lips press against your other thigh, his eyes locked onto your face to see your reactions and noticed how you bit your lower lip. Your skin was soft under his lips. When both their kisses eventually reached your upper thighs, you couldn’t help but let out a little whimper. They were both so close to where you needed them. You’ve never been more embarrassed, they’d barely done anything and you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with every passing minute.

“S-She’s wet, that’s good, right?” Kazu mumbled against your skin, sitting back as he noticed the slight wet spot in the middle of your panties which had your face burning up. He’d seen enough porn during his lifetime to know being wet was a good thing, at least that was the conclusion he had come to. “Yeah, that’s right Tora. Means she’s enjoying it.”

Kazu’s heart was pounding against his chest at the mere thought of you enjoying everything that was happening. You’d gotten so wet, so fast… All because of him and Mikey? Fuck. It was so hot to think about.

“Are you still good?” Mikey questioned, his fingers dancing around on the soft skin of your stomach teasingly as he waited for a verbal answer from you.

“I’m good, please... Please, continue.” It was almost too embarrassing to ask the two of them to continue with their actions, but alas, you’d be disappointed if they stopped now. You hated to admit it, but your friends had made you wet and needy with just their lips and you were sure they would continue to make you drip more as the night went on.

Mikey nodded at your answer, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulling at it a little but letting it snap back into place, ultimately giving you false hope of it being taken off. His fingers then slid down a little more as he pushed the pad of his thumb against your clit through the fabric of your underwear. The teasing action drew a soft whimper from you.

Kazutora’s eyes dilated a little, the small noise of pleasure from you was tempting to his ears. He wanted to draw noises out of you like that too, he wanted to feel you up like Mikey did. He just wanted to make you feel good, just thinking about making you moan from him made him flustered and he blushed.

“Kazu, c’mere.” Mikey waited for the boy to shuffle a little closer, sneaking his free hand into Kazutora’s hair ever so softly and pushing his head directly over your clothed pussy, letting Kazu have a clear view of how his thumb was continuing to rubbing circles against your clit.

“Y’know what this is?”

“That’s t-the clit, right?”

“Mmhm. Good boy.” Kazutora wasn’t expecting the praise. His eyes fluttered closed almost immediately as he bit back a noise of pure happiness while his cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink than before. It almost felt like he was drunk off the two words. The blush overtaking his pretty face didn’t go unnoticed by Mikey, or Ken.

“You like that? Being called a good boy?” Ken smiled, letting go of your thigh for a couple of seconds as he used his thumb and pointer finger to hold the males chin, making Kazutora look up at him. His entire face was red at this point from embarrassment, unable to speak up, the words ‘good boy’ kept bouncing around in his head, over and over.

“Asked you a question y’know.” Ken’s voice was stern enough to have the shy male snap out of his drunk daze, eyes focused on Ken’s dark ones this time. “Gonna be a good boy and make her feel good. Isn’t that right, Kazutora?”

“Yes! Wanna be good. Wanna be a good boy!” It was like a light had flicked on inside Kazutora’s head all of a sudden, the shyness dissolving away for a split second as he eagerly replied. He was eager to please, eager to make you feel good, eager to listen and hopefully garner some praise once more from everyone.

The three of them conversing had you growing needier (if it was even possible), seeing Kazutora so excited and flustered had your stomach doing backflips, hips bucking into Mikey’s touch as he also observed his friends, smiling at how fucking cute Kazutora looked.

“You’re so obedient already.” Mikey spoke this time, offering Kazutora a warm smile while Ken’s hand fell back on your thigh once more, using his strength to hold your bucking hips down with ease.

The blond continued to play around with your middle, alternating between pressing his fingers against your clit and trailing his hands up and down your slit, still keeping your panties on. The barely there touches had you shaking above him, little mewls escaping your lips every time Mikey began to rub your nub again. Kazutora’s throat began to dry up again this time, heart almost beating out of his chest as he kept his eyes focused on how his friend was touching you up and making you moan.

“Shit baby, you’re so sensitive. Tell me, does that feel good princess?” Both of their eyes darted up to your face. Your throat felt dry as you tried to answer Mikey’s question. He even pressed down a little harder on your clit while waiting for a reply and making it even harder for you to say a coherent sentence.

“Feels… Feels good, Jiro, ‘s good.” Your hips chased more of his fingers, your bottom half rising off the bed little by little again to get more from him. It had you whimpering. The friction of your panties and Mikey’s fingers sent goosebumps all over your body.

A soft whine from Kazutora had Mikey turning his head to listen to the male. “I… Wanna touch too, Mikey…”

The blond smiled, letting his hand fall as he moved over to the side to allow for Kazutora to get comfortable between your legs. “Go ahead baby, touch her like I did.”

Kazutora nodded, his hand shaking slightly with nerves as he tried recalling Mikey’s movements in his mind. As his hand brushed over your clothed centre, you bit down on your lip in anticipation of what was coming next. A couple seconds later he finally pressed his thumb against your clit, like Mikey did a few moments before.

That was when Kazutora’s mind went blank. The action had you letting out a noise of pleasure. That was exactly what Kazutora had been wanting all night, and now that he had finally got it? He almost lost his sanity then and there, cock twitching in his jeans as the sound replayed in his head.

“Keep going Kazu… She liked it.” Mikey’s voice was soft, lips close to Kazutora’s ear. Gaining some confidence from the noise of pleasure from you and Mikey encouraging him, Kazu began to move his thumb in slight circles, copying what the male before him once more.

“Feels good ‘Tora, fuck.” Your head tipped back into Draken’s chest, eyes fluttering closed as waves of pleasure ran through you. But it was still not enough, you wanted to cum and the teasing touches from those two had been going on for far too long.

“Touch me properly. Please… Want more.” Your voice was quiet as you spoke, looking down at the boys between your legs with desperation.

“Hmm, hold on a sec Kazu,” Mikey began as he pulled Kazutora’s hand away from your clit – Kazutora, who had been so intent on touching you and making you feel good, whined at the loss of contact from your middle without even realising. The noise from him earned a chuckle from Mikey. “You’ll get to touch her cunt again, be patient for now. Thought you were a good boy, hm?”

“I am…” Reluctantly, Kazutora moved to the side, licking his lips as he patiently waited, hands in his lap, itching to start touching you again.

“Gonna take these off, ‘s that alright princess?” Mikey’s finger tugged at the band of your underwear as you whispered a hurried “yes” back at him. He didn’t hesitate in taking the fabric off this time though, thank god, sliding it down your legs and tossing it to the side, focusing on how your pussy was finally on display.

Kazutora’s heart felt like it was about to beat out of his chest the second his eyes landed on your exposed centre, his voice quiet. “Oh fuck…”

“Fuck indeed. What a pretty little cunt you’ve got, baby.” Mikey began, his fingers playing around with the slick seeping out of your hole. “Are you as tight as you look, hmm? It looks like I can barely stuff a finger in you right now.” His voice was quiet, eyes glossed over with excitement as he took in the sporadic clenching of your yet untouched hole.

“‘M not sure… Dunno…”

“So ‘m gonna have to find out, huh? What a tease…” Gently, the tip of his finger teased your opening, pushing inside your hole just for a brief moment before he withdrew it. The male admired the way even with a small action like that, your cunt began clenching around nothing once more. “So fucking desperate to be filled…”

“More, Mikey please, need more.”

A soft chuckle fell from Mikey’s lips as his fingers stroked your folds a couple of times, avoiding your clit on purpose to tease you again – He was thriving seeing you so needy for him, so starved and desperate. This time, his finger dipped into your cunt with ease and a groan radiated from his chest as your walls kept his finger sheathed inside. He was right, you were tight. “Shit… You’ve got such a greedy cunt baby, sucking my finger right in.”

Every so gently, the male retracted his finger. It came out soaked, dripping with your slick – It also had Kazutora squirming in his place, seeing how wet Mikey’s finger had gotten was making him needy too.

Mikey bent over a little, hair falling over his face and tickling your thigh, thrusting his finger back inside you slowly as the tip of his tongue came out and flicked against your clit. You were unprepared for it, eyes already shut closed with pleasure when you had felt Mikey’s thick finger push into you. The movement made you shake above him, whimpering as your hand fisted into the bedsheets as his movements got a little faster.

Kazutora’s fingers pulled the strands of Mikey’s hair back to see his tongue licking your clit over and over. His cock twitched in his pants again as he watched how the tip of his tongue was touching your nub, the way your pussy had drenched Mikey’s knuckles and how there was a slight ring of cream around Mikey’s digit. Your hips moved on their own accord again, moving up into Mikey’s face, throbbing for more than just the tip of his tongue.

Eventually Mikey pulled back, pushing in another digit and watched you with a smug smile as your back arched off the bed at the intrusion. “Kazu, touch her for me. On the clit, like before yeah?”

Kazutora’s mind was racing, Mikey’s voice drawing him out of his daze as he lifted his hands from his lap. The pad of his thumb made contact with your now wet clit and earnt a gasp from you. His thumb pressed against your little nub a bit harder, rubbing circles against it while Mikey kept pumping two fingers into your heat. Sloppy sounds of your cunt being fucked by Mikey’s fingers and your moans filled the room.

Draken, who had been awfully silent behind you, spoke this time. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” You nodded quickly, head spinning as pleasure ran through your veins. “You’re doing so good for us, so fucking pretty and slutty for all your friends, princess.”

Your cunt clenched around Mikey’s digits with Ken’s praise and degradation, and it clenched down hard. A deep groan came from the blond, his spare hand prying your thigh open more and fucking into you harder than before. “Like being called a pretty slut?”

There was no way Mikey expected you to answer him, right? Not when your mind was already in a daze, Kazutora’s thumb rubbing your sensitive clit so deliciously while Mikey’s fingers were fucking you. Not able to say anything coherent, your mouth opened as moans fell from your lips.

“Dirty little cunt clenched around me so hard, fuck – Loosen up baby. Can barely fuckin’ move my hand.” He was right though, your pussy was holding his fingers in tightly. But it’s not like you could help it – It all just felt too good.

Kazutora bit his lip as his hand wrapped around Mikey’s wrist. The blond looked back at him, blinking silently before he groaned. A glob of spit fell from Kazutora’s mouth, landing right on Mikey’s digits before he slowly pushed the male’s fingers back into you till Mikey was knuckle deep in you. Kazu recalled seeing a porn video that did that… He wanted to try it out, hopefully the added wetness would help make your pussy a little looser for his friends fingers.

“Holy shit, Kazu–” Ken was stunned, eyes wide as he looked down at the two of them between your thighs.

“S-Saw it, in a video…”

“Fuck…” Even Mikey’s mind went blank, shocked but so ridiculously turned on, his own cock stirring in his sweats as he saw Kazutora flush a deeper shade of red and lick his lips at all the sudden attention.

Mikey withdrew his hand from your cunt, earning a disappointed whimper from you. But when you finally opened your eyes, you were faced with what had to be the hottest sight of the night. Mikey holding Kazutora’s jaw open. The fingers that had been inside you mere moments ago were stuffed deep inside the males mouth now. “How does she taste?”

“‘S g-good… Hnngh–” Ever so gently, Mikey had pushed both his digits even further down Kazutora’s throat. Little droplets of spit coated Mikey’s hand as Kazutora choked on them, eyes beginning to glisten with tears but no part of him wanted to pull away. You tasted so fucking good on Mikey’s fingers, and the dull pain of the two fingers against the back of his throat was addicting.

“G’nna let you taste our princess for real now, ‘kay? Been so obedient, you deserve it.” Mikey cooed, smiling as Kazutora nodded back as best he could and slid his fingers out of the males mouth. Mikey licked his fingers clean of your slick and Kazu’s spit. It had your walls clenching again and made Kazutora squirm, breathing deeply as he awaited instructions.

They both found their way between your thighs again, Kazutora’s heavy breaths blowing against your slick folds and causing goosebumps to rise on your skin from the sudden coldness. “Go on, taste her with your tongue.” Kazutora sat frozen for a couple of seconds, hesitant. Not because he was nervous (okay– maybe a bit of it was from nerves), but because he was so god damn close to your cunt now and seconds away from tasting you.

“Don’t tell me you’re shy now Kazu?” Ken spoke, raising an eyebrow at him. “You spat all over Mikey’s fingers like a whore, and now you’re shy? Surely you know how to eat pussy from all those pornos you’ve watched?”

“Now now, Kennie, don’t be so mean to our pretty boy, he’s just shy. First time seeing such a pretty cunt up close, bound to be a little starstruck.”

“I-I can do it– Saw it in videos, ‘m gonna do it… ‘s that okay?” Tenderness from choking on Mikey’s fingers made Kazutora’s voice sound a little croaky as he asked you for permission. There’s no chance you would ever deny him, not when his face was centimeters away from your sloppy cunt. Gently, you brought your hand to his head, pushing it closer to your centre with urgency.

“Please Kazu, wanna feel you.”

“Let’s not keep her waiting, hey?” Mikey hummed from beside him, using his thumb and index finger to spread your folds apart, letting Kazutora have a clearer view of how wet you had really become.

Ever so gently, Kazutora inched closer to your heat, flattening his tongue and licking a stripe from your hole to your clit and drawing a breathy inhale from you.

“That’s it, keep going Kazu, she’s shaking right now.” Ken spoke, strong hands spreading your thighs apart even more than before as he places a soft kiss to the top of your head.

Kazutora whimpered a little, praise going to his head once more. He kept licking up your folds a couple more times before tightening the tip of his tongue, deciding to do what Mikey had done before and focus on your clit. Mikey got even closer to the male, looking on closely and humming when he saw how needily Kazu was using his tongue on you.

Your head was spinning – How was he so good… Maybe he was just a fast learner. You were at a loss for words as Kazutora’s tongue swirled around your clit, slick seeping from your clenching hole only to be licked up by Kazutora. He wasn’t letting a single drop of yours go to waste.

“Looks like all those pornos did teach you something… Just needed a real cunt to practice on, didn’t you?” Mikey sat up on his knees, moving away from the boy who was so adamant on pleasing you.

“Kazu… You’re doing so good, fuck– Feels ‘s good!” Your back arched, clit that had been throbbing so hard before finally getting the attention it deserved and it had you shaking in Draken’s arms, one hand gripping Ken’s wrist for stability while the other went to grab your breast over your bra that was still left on.

Mikey began to move away from between your legs, Kazutora’s eyes wide as he looked at the male – Almost scared of him moving away. “You’re doing well, keep going, alright? Making her feel real good, take a look at her.” Mikey’s voice was soft, giving Kazutora a little pat on the head as he took a seat beside your shaking body.

Sure enough, as Kazutora flicked his eyes over to you, he was met with such a pretty sight. Your body was lined with a layer of sweat, but under the lights and with the flush over your body, you looked fucking stunning, chest heaving up and down as your hand clutched to Ken’s wrist with desperation. You were so beautiful.

Ken tapped Kazutora’s head softly, getting the male to look up and asking him to pull back for a little. He used his strength to lift you off his body, placing you down on the bed as Mikey and Ken got comfortable on either side of your body. “Go on pretty boy, gonna make our girl cum, aren’t you?” Ken asked, voice a little gentler this time.

“Mhmm! Gonna do a good job, gonna make you feel good, promise.” He chanted, causing you to smile at how excited he was to keep eating you out. Kazutora shuffled down a little and got comfortable on his stomach, groaning at the friction between his clothed cock and the bedsheets. Gulping deeply, he exhaled, spreading your cunt apart with his fingers and took a taste of your juices leaking out from your hole once more, letting out a moan at the taste, savouring it on his tongue before going back to eat you out properly.

Meanwhile, Mikey and Ken’s lips were both pressed against your neck from either side. Mikey’s hands made their way to your chest, moving aside your own hand that had been squeezing your breast. Filled with need himself, Mikey simply slid down your bra just enough to let your tits pop out, hand immediately groping the flesh.

You almost sobbed when you felt Ken’s hand touch your other breast, his fingertips brushing over the nipple teasingly. You pushed your chest towards his hand a little, wanting more. The action caused Mikey to let out a small chuckle. “Don’t tease her more Kennie.”

“Hmm, yeah yeah. Just wanted to hear her beg.” He mumbled in return, this time properly pinching your nipple and making it stand perky. Mikey couldn’t help himself though. Your tits and nipples looked so pretty, he had to have them encased in his mouth. So he did just that – Letting his tongue swirl around your nipple before humming and wrapping his pretty pink lips around the bud, sucking so harshly it had you crying out.

The poor boy between your legs couldn’t help himself once he saw what was happening above him, rutting his hips desperately against the bedsheets, cock straining against his jeans – It was painful to a certain degree. Seeing how your eyes flutter shut as his tongue swipes over your clit, how you kept moving your hips into his face to chase more of his tongue, tits out and being putty in both Mikey and Ken’s hands, paired with those sweet, sweet moans, it was all too much for Kazutora. His head was spinning at this point.

Ken brought his hand to the back of Kazutora’s head, gently but firmly shoving his face even deeper into your cunt if it was somehow possible. It was the grunt of surprise from Tora and how you felt his nose rub against your swollen nub that made you open your eyes to finally see what was going on.

“There you go, that’s better. Looking so pretty like that Kazu.” A hum of approval came from the male to your left as he kept Tora’s face pressed against your pussy.

“K-Ken! He needs to breath– Fuck...”

“I’m sure he doesn’t mind, do you, Kazu?”

“Mmfffph–” Kazutora in fact, did not mind – Not a single bit. Not when he was so drunk off your pleasure. He shook his head, nose brushing against your clit once again, drawing another cry of pleasure from the back of your throat while his tongue pressed into your clenching hole to gather some of your slick, groaning at the sweet taste before diving back to suckling on your clit.

“Gonna cum, ‘m close. Please, wanna cum...” Your hips had a mind of their own, bucking up into Tora’s face as you pleaded for permission to cum from the men latched onto your sides.

“Mmh, what d’you think Mikey?” Ken’s deep voice rang in your ears, a large hand still pulling and pinching at your swollen nipple meanwhile Mikey’s tongue circled around your other nub. “Guess she deserves it, don’t you?” Mikey spoke up, words slightly muffled against your tit.

“Yes! I-I do, please… Fuck, let me cum, please, been s’ good for everyone.”

Kazutora groans against your cunt at how fucking desperate you sound. It’s driving him insane, his cock is leaking, his face soaked with your slick, hair a mess from Ken’s grip on it. He’s losing it. Kazutora’s hands grip your thighs and he decides to throw them over his shoulders rather than holding them apart, face pushing deeper into your heat.

“Go ahead then, be good and cum for us, princess.” That’s all you needed to hear from Mikey. Immediately feeling the knot in your stomach burst while your toes curled. Your vision was blurred, God, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d cum that hard.

Kazutora’s eyes were locked onto your body, noting how you tossed your head back, not missing the way your body shivered as you reached your high and how you weakly tried to push his face away as overstimulation got the better of you. If that was how you looked every time you were being pleasured, fuck, he’d be eating you out every second of the day, Kazu was sure of it.

“Pretty…” You mumble, eyes droopy with sleep as your fingers thread through Kazutora’s coloured hair. He finally pulled back from your centre, bottom half of his face wet from your cunt but he didn’t seem to care. Especially when you called him pretty – It’s official. Kazu was a sucker for praise after tonight.

“Let’s get you two cleaned up, yeah?” Mikey spoke up, pulling your nipple one last time, earning a surprised gasp from you. You hum in response though, sitting up so you could ask for a glass of water to drink.

As you tried rubbing the sleepiness out of your eyes, only then did you notice just how hard Kazutora was… But not just him, Mikey and Draken too.

“You’re all… So hard…”

Maybe the events of the night weren’t finished just yet. Not when all of their cocks were straining against their pants right in front of you.

bye i was so h word while writing this kfkhsfh

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[coldshrugs]

idk u yet

pairing: teddy malone/nakedtoaster word count: ~775 Teddy is feeling cool and fine and totally normal as she closes her laptop and shoves it onto her cluttered nightstand. She shuffles down into her sheets a little more dramatically than necessary, as if convincing herself this is, indeed, the bedtime of a responsible adult.

She's got work in the morning–movie and book review columns to deliver to her local newspaper–and she can't be late. Again.

Keeping her eyes shut is taking near-full concentration, and even more effort is being spent on containing a grin.

The past week hasn’t felt real. Between work and writing for herself during her free time, there’s been the urge to click on a highly suspicious link, whirlwind friendships, some rogue code gaining sentience (she’s still ??? about that one), and… Toasty.

Toasty likes her.

“Fuck,” she whispers, hands flying to her face.

No. Toasty loves her. And she said it back.

“Fuck!”

It’s too soon, right? Definitely too soon. People don't do this after meeting a week ago. But after the week she's had, it was... kind of nice to look forward to seeing them at the end of each day. He’s so unexpectedly sweet, and clever, and kind, and funny, and–

Yeah, there’s no way in hell she’s getting any sleep right now.

Squinting against the light of her phone, Teddy opens a new text thread and punches in the number with no hesitation.

hi, it’s teddy💖 i can’t sleep

He asked for a text in the morning, and technically it’s morning now. If this were anyone else, she’d worry about coming on too strong. Somehow, she knows he won’t mind. But just in case:

hope this is okay. and also i hope this is actually toasty because awk af if not…

It only takes a couple seconds more before she has an answer.

it’s been 10 minutes, did u even try to sleep?

The grin breaks in full now, spreading just like the giddy warmth in her chest. Yep, that’s Toasty.

no, not really 😔

kinda hard to sleep after the last few days, y’know? i’ve got cold brew in the fridge, dw

oh u mean coming down from this shitshow of a week

well… mostly 🥴

i think??? we started dating??

LMAO i mean, if we’re not dating, we’ve really got to reevaluate these declarations

like “i love you! (but just as friends)” or something 😂😂

Toast takes a long time to reply to that one. Teddy can perfectly picture their furious blush, the stifled groan.

fuck off, we’re dating

i know it’s fast but idc if u don't

fuck it, can i call you?

And before she can shoot back a “yes,” Teddy’s phone is buzzing in her hand. She’s laughing, so hard she can barely squeak out “hello?”

“Yeah, I needed to hear that again.” Toasty’s smile is evident in their voice. “But why aren’t you fucking sleeping?”

“I’m horizontal! I’m under blankets! Are you even in bed yet?”

The pause is too long for the answer to be anything other than “no.”

“Okay but I don’t have to go anywhere tomorrow and–what timezone are you even in?”

They spend most of the next hour fake bickering about the logistics of it all. He’s on the west coast, she’s three hours ahead in Atlanta. And when can they meet? Her job’s not great about vacation time; they’d have to find a guest columnist and she’d miss out on pay. He tells her to quit her job and it’s a joke, but probably not one he’ll mean forever. It’s fine, she can live with video calls for now. He can too, but he’ll take a look at flights tomorrow.

Actual tomorrow, after they’ve both had some sleep.

She’s yawning now. The excitement is there but it’s already settling into something comfortable. This is real. This is happening.

There’s just one more thing. “Toasty?”

“Yeah?” He’s starting to sound wrecked too.

“You still haven’t told me your name.”

“To be fair, I still don't know yours either.”

She laughs conspiratorially at that. “Well, my full name is Theodora. Teddy for short–”

“You got your name past BloomBot?!” An edge of alertness bleeds into their voice. “How in the world?”

“You tell me, you built the thing! Sort of.”

“Goddammit, this is so unfair. But, uh, your name is adorable, not that that’s a surprise.”

“Did you think I was a beanie baby aficionado? Actually, don't answer that. Your turn,” she yawns again. “And hurry it up; I’m closing in on 3 AM over here.”

Even through his drowsiness, a rich giggle rings from the phone, seems to fill Teddy's chest.

“Okay, okay. My name is–”

#blooming panic #azia writes #teddy/toasty #bp nakedtoaster #brit. ayla. look i did the thing! #i cannot BELIEVE i can't write a smidge of ffxiv fanfic for my currently longest running oc but here i am #simping for toasty like my life depends on it #i don't mean that in a bad way just like. i've only been here for like 72 hours AND LOOK AT ME #i love them your honor #anyway my hc for toasty's real name is jonas. it sounds nice i think and fits his face and voice. a soft name #and teddy would eventually call him jojo if he's okay with it #but i can't be out here writing bloomic fic with my hc name bc no one will know who the fuck i'm talking about #and despite what ellis thinks quest is STILL a Kevin THAT BOY IS A KEVIN #ANYWAY this just cam e out and it's very rough because i haven't written in literal months so like either forgive me or ignore it #i just felt like as a couple they'd be like instantly domestic? #like immediately that old married couple that shitstirs for laughs from each other #idk dude we're just vibing do not perceive me too hard BYE

[dancingazaleas]

eren yeager, mikasa ackerman, jean kirstein | obedience (smut)

PLEASE THIS TRIO CAN RUN A TRAIN ON ME IDC

also thank u to these sexy whores for supporting the idea and inspiring me😫: @kuroosperiodictable @tsukkeishimaa @izukine @shisoaya @erimins @rintarouss @x6nji @txzierbaby @piscesfairies @ikigaitooru (even though u don’t watch aot LMAO)

edit: this has been in my drafts for weeks so i apologize if it’s horrible i just want it out😭

warnings/notes: cursing, smut, nsfw, foursome, daddy kink, switch!mikasa, f!reader, softdom!jean, dom!eren, polyamory, fxf, mxm if u squint, impact play, spit kink, double penetration, oral sex, fingering, anal, dumbification, and aftercare

mikasa’s skin feels cool against your’s as she gathers you into her strong arms. her chest is flush against your back, a bashful pink reaching down to her neck as she stares at you and then back up.

before the two of you stand your beautiful boyfriends, jean and eren, one looking more intimidating than the other. both had rid themselves of their shirts and their pants, leaving them in their plaid and plain boxers.

mikasa’s hands spread your legs open, leaving your pussy on display to eren and jean.

“can you show them how wet you are,” mikasa whispers in your ear, rubbing circles on your inner thighs.

you oblige without complaint, using your index and middle finger to spread your lips open for view. you shifted uncomfortably at eren and jean’s intense gazes, finally using your voice for the first time you’ve been put in this situation.

“are you gonna do something or are you gonna just gawk,” you try to nudge a foot in their direction, but your thigh being held by the ever-so obedient mikasa.

“watch your tone,” eren tells you, placing his knees on the edge of the bed and leaning towards you.

“listen to us,” jean says softly, joining eren on the bed.

you roll your eyes but let out a whimper whenever eren blows cold air onto your clit, toes curling while your hips jerk. mikasa’s hands rest on your tits due to eren’s hands replacing her own. jean’s kissing mikasa on the lips gently, pulling away with a soft and approving smile.

“wanna kiss, baby,” he asks you, watching how your bite your lip at the feeling of eren’s wet tongue licking strips into your cunt and circles into your clit.

“n...no,” you pant and turn your head away.

“(name),” mikasa says quietly when she realizes the soft pouting of jean, “give jean a kiss. he’s sad.”

you choke out a moan while your hips buck into eren’s face. you manage to turn to jean, who kisses you just as gentle as he kissed mikasa moments ago.

eren sucks on your clit in the middle of your kiss, hoping to cockblock jean just a bit longer.

and it works, seeing as you pull away from the kiss with a moan, “cumming, cumming!”

mikasa nips at your shoulder and gropes your chest, eyes staring into eren and jean’s to check for permission. jean encourages the orgasm while eren looks frustrated.

“hold on a little longer,” she mumbles as a compromise, “you’ll be allowed to come soon.”

“yes... yes ma’am,” you pant, shutting your eyes.

“good girl,” jean smiles while he pats mikasa on the head.

“eren, give mikasa a little treat. she’s so good for us,” jean praises.

“you come do it since you’re askin’,” eren scoffs and pulls away, now laying down in the spot next to mikasa and lazily palming his cock through his boxers.

jean hums in agreement, but you know that he’s a little annoyed at eren’s laziness. you shimmy your body a little, trying to make mikasa’s cunt more accessible for jean. mikasa whimpers in your ear while jean starts to eats her out, staring intently at mikasa’s flushed face.

“mikasa,” eren calls while shuffling his pants off of him, “go ahead and touch (name).”

mikasa struggles to answer, but thankfully eren’s feeling just a bit merciful today—or maybe it was cause he was taking off his boxers. you watch excitedly as mikasa’s dainty hand trails down your body and to your clit.

“can i finger her,” mikasa bites her lip, trying to ignore the attention jean is giving to her cunt.

eren nods while he spits on the palm of his hand, slowly stroking his cock with lazy movements.

“please, ma’am,” you turn to look at mikasa, who’s struggling just as much as you are.

mikasa inserts two of her fingers inside of you, accidentally bucking her hips and moaning from jean’s fingers slipping inside of her. it has her fingers thrusting deeper then they were meant to, a small mewl falling from your lips.

sloppily, mikasa starts to thrust her fingers in and out of you as she cries out jean’s title.

“‘s okay. you can come, baby,” he smiles up at mikasa, “eren can decide for our little princess there.”

mikasa turns her head to eren, who fists his cock with one hand and the other resting at the back of his head. it’s almost like he’s bored and not watching his three partners fuck one another some way or another.

eren’s teal eyes drift down to your needy face, hips desperately trying to get mikasa’s fingers to thrust into you faster and deeper.

“fuck her with your fingers like the slut she is,” eren hums with half lidded eyes.

mikasa nods and before she can even move her hand, she throwing her head back against the pillows. she’s moaning out jean’s name as she hits her orgasm, pulling her fingers out of you to grip the sheets below her.

“thank you, thank you,” she whimpers when jean pulls away wiping his mouth.

“such a good girl,” eren smirks, “unlike your little princess there.”

mikasa breathes heavily when she looks at your face. her hand is shakily until she slips her fingers back inside of you and curling her fingers. you try bucking your hips upwards, only to be held down by mikasa’s stronger hand.

“patient,” she sighs, fingering you more speedily.

you nod your head and grip onto the hand that’s on your hip. the sight almost has eren and jean in awe as they can barely manage to get you to listen on their own.

“please,” you pant and try to hold down your hips.

“you can come,” mikasa slips her hand from your’s and uses it to start rubbing tight circles into your clit.

you arch your back against mikasa’s skin while calling out her name. mikasa let’s out a deep sigh as she continues her gentle rubbing, helping you ride out your first orgasm of the night. when she pulls her hands away your hips chase after them along with a whine.

jean helps you off of mikasa’s body, now laying next to her. you cuddle into her side while rubbing your thighs together, tugging on her muscular arm in need.

“(name),” eren calls and you turn your head, “daddy’s gonna take care of you next, alright?”

before you can even react, mikasa agrees for you. jean smiles and holds your thighs apart while he watches you reach for mikasa’s hand.

“‘s okay, princess. he won’t hurt you,” eren mumbles lazily and guides your other hand to his cock, “and if he does, you probably deserve it.”

jean slowly thrusts himself into you, shuddering as he throws his head back. mikasa puts her free hand onto your tummy, humming at the small bulge that she feels under her palm.

“how’s it feel, baby,” mikasa whispers into your ear.

“‘s full, ‘m so full,” you whine, looking to jean with your bottom lip jutted out.

“can you tell me who’s filling you right now,” jean rolls his hips while eren pants quietly.

“go on, tell him,” eren grunts while you fuck his cock with your fist.

“daddy,” you whimper whenever his thrusts become more powerful, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room, “full of daddy’s cock.”

eren groans at your whimper, throwing his forearm over his eyes. you buck your hips whenever jean thrusts harshly against you, the tip of his cock pecking at your cervix. he grunts and places his hand on your neck and the other next to your head, jackhammering greedily.

“pl-please...!” you cry and accidentally tighten your grip on eren’s cock, not enough to hurt, but enough to have him shooting his load onto your hand.

his groans slip into soft moans as he rides through it by grinding his hips smoothly into your hand. you can’t even stare at your messy hand if you wanted to, jean’s thrusting is too fast and intense for you to see clearly.

“clean her hand up, baby,” you hear eren say to mikasa, who jumps at the opportunity. you shudder at the feeling of her tongue against your fingers.

you throw your head back and feel tears prick at your eyes.

“‘m gonna cum! please... lemme cum ‘kasa,” you’re almost sobbing and the sight has eren laughing.

“go ahead, cum all over your daddy’s cock,” eren gripes at your tit while he nuzzles his nose into your hair.

“you can come, love,” mikasa’s voice grants you permission, “can you beg for him too as well?”

“daddy! pl-please make me cum, please,” your hips start to buck almost wildly even whenever mikasa throws an arm around them.

jean squeezes your neck a little, taking your breath away as your eyes roll into the back of your head. you moan almost obnoxiously but it makes your lovers smile nonetheless.

“fuck,” jean groans at the feeling of your pussy hugging his cock.

“look at that princess, he’s about to come in you,” eren grabs your jaw with rough fingers, shaking your head back and forth, “gonna milk all of daddy’s cock, huh?”

“you’re taking it so well, love. taking jeany’s cock so well,” mikasa kisses your neck.

mikasa’s words have jean hitting his peak with a breathy groan. his eyes flutter as he pulls himself out, watching at how his seed starts to dribble out of you.

jean scoops the sticky liquid with his fingers and shoves it back inside of you along with his fingers. you yelp from both overstimulation and surprise.

“we’re not done, baby,” you feel mikasa smile against your school as you give a confused hum.

mikasa stands from the bed, rummaging through a drawer on your dresser. mikasa pulls a strap along with some lube, tossing it to jean while he shuffles his body to lay under your’s. he catches it easily and then hands it to eren, who’s admiring the view of your almost fucked out cunt.

“prep her for me,” jean huffs while mikasa helps jean shimmy the strap onto your almost limp body.

hissing, you curl your toes at eren’s index finger covered in lube slowly entering your ass. mikasa settles herself on top of you, hovering over the strap. you’re 100% sure that jean’s losing feeling in his legs or stomach.

the feeling of eren’s finger in your ass is foreign and slightly uncomfortable, especially whenever mikasa lowers herself down on the strap with a shaky sigh. the pressure of mikasa’s body on top of your’s makes you groan due to the way it makes eren’s fingers so much more intense.

you squeeze onto the hands mikasa’s presented you with whenever eren adds another finger. you hiss at the small sting you get as eren manages to scissor his fingers.

“it’s okay, princess, eren’s takin’ care of you,” jean’s voice is laced with reassurance that has you relaxing.

you’re about to reply but are interrupted by your moan as eren starts to pump his fingers inside of you. sighing shakily, you bury your face into jean’s neck.

“does it feel good,” mikasa flutters her eyelashes while subtly rocking her hips.

“not yet,” jean scolds whenever his hand comes down on her hips.

eren laughs breathlessly at the exchange, slipping another slick finger inside of your ass. you yelp and let go of one mikasa’s hands to cover your mouth. you bite down whenever eren curls his fingers inside of you, squeezing your eyes shut while tears fell from them.

mikasa pulls your hand away from your mouth, intertwining your fingers once more, “no covering your mouth.”

you only nod wearily at her command, too focused on how eren’s fingers fuck into your ass with fervor. and after one last stretch of his fingers, he pulls them out of you while telling jean that you should be ready enough.

eren coats jean’s cock with lube, a teasing smile set on his face while jean grunts. once eren’s had his fill of taunting, he helps jean’s cock slip inside of your ass.

you would moan if it weren’t for the feeling of jean being in your throat instead of your ass. jean, however, is groaning with no abandon at just how snug your ass is around his cock.

“fucking shit,” he pants while gritting his pearly white teeth.

“feel good,” eren snickers, starting to line himself up with your slit.

eren brushes off how jean’s ignored him, now slipping his cock inside of your cunt after he’s spit on his cock. you groan loudly at eren slipping inside of you with jean following along.

“fuck, eren, i can feel you,” jean sighs and throws his head back against the pillow it rests upon.

eren’s in the same condition, completely still as his hips are flush against your pelvis.

“can we move,” mikasa rolls her hips once more, transferring more and more pressure onto your tummy.

you’re completely gone at this point, the combined feeling of jean and eren inside of you at the same time with the added pressure of mikasa is the only thing you manage to think of.

it just gets worse whenever all three of them start to move. it’s overwhelming, so much to the point of you already creaming on eren’s cock with a high pitched whine.

“barely done anything and she’s already cummin’,” eren pants, continuing to thrust wildly into you.

you can’t reply, can’t think. the only thing you can do is moan and cum over and over again.

mikasa guides your hand to her puffy clit, your muscle memory automatically rubbing circles into the nub. she whimpers and keens slightly, firm hands planted on your torso. she bounces up and down on the silicone dick that she’s strapped onto your body.

you back your hips by accident, slamming right into mikasa’s sweet spot. she moans loudly, mixing in with your own and the panting of jean and eren. you can barely move your hips, so you decide to make up for it by fastening the pace of your fingers on her clit.

she throws her head back with a whine, hips jerking back and forth sloppily as she comes closer and closer to her orgasm.

luckily, a particularly hard thrust from jean has you bucking up into mikasa harshly. it manages to make her come with pretty tears sliding down her cheeks and onto your chest.

when she’s done riding through her orgasm, she’s flopping on the bed next to jean and watching contently.

you sob at eren’s almost inhuman speed, arching your back against jean’s body. jean grunts at how you subconsciously clench around him, broken grunts and moans echoing in your ear.

“i’m close,” he pants and pistons himself in and out of you with greed.

“me too,” eren bites his lip, while you feeling yourself starting to orgasm again.

your moan is basically a wall as your hips convulse between eren and jean’s bodies.

your tightening around the both of them has them hitting their own peak, throaty grunts spilling from their lips as them pump their seed inside of you.

they pull out once they’re done riding out their highs, gently setting you down and laying you between all of them.

“you with us, love,” mikasa asks with a hand placed on your cheek while eren runs to get a warm rag.

you only blink at her words, slowly followed along with a hum. she kisses at your tear stained cheeks.

“did so well for us,” eren showers your face with smooches and you shiver at the warm rag wiping away the cum away from your body. jean hands the rag to eren when he’s done wiping off the cum off of his own body.

“such a good girl,” jean praises as he starts to massage your tense thighs.

you grunt again, eyes starting to flutter close. eren throws the now dirty rag across the room—after mikasa’s cleaned herself as well—cuddling into you after he’s pulled his hair from its bun.

“she’s gonna fall asleep, jean,” mikasa says while beckoning everyone under the covers.

jean scurries to spoon eren, kissing him on his cheek before getting himself comfortable.

and you do exactly that, bathing in the heat that all of your lovers shower you in.

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction #aot jean #snk jean #jean aot #eren x jean #jean x mikasa #jeankasa #jean kirstein x you #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirschstein #jean kirstein #eren jeager #eren jeager smut #eren jeager x reader #eren smut #eren x you #eren aot #snk eren #eren jaeger #aot mikasa #mikasa aot #mikasa snk #attack on titan mikasa #shingeki no kyojin mikasa #mikasa ackerman

[animatedrapture]

🦈; i wake up and am greeted with HORNY and u kno what this week got me more h word than ever so hi hello i dont like period sex but id happily just suck suna cock idc abt myself but like suna cum is the solution to all period problems !!!! suna facefuck me challenge !!! 😋

that meme where it says "i can make youre period disappear for 9 months, but i disappear too" but with suna jk suna is loyal dad that fucker prolly says "i can make your period disappear for 9 months, but now you cant get rid of me"

cw: blowjob. facefucking. impact play (like, one slap) degredation, mayhaps? kinda dacryphilia ig? needy reader on her period sucks off MEANIE suna because who could resist his cock, tbh? very very slight dubcon if u squint.

also, 🦈babie!! sorry this took ridiculously so long before i answered but hell yeah!! suna would be like, i can make ur period disappear for 9 months bc he's gonna be breeding u <3

you look up at him through thick, tear-clumped lashes. the tip of his cock nudges at your throat, making you gag—and you've barely taken him halfway.

your throat tightens at the intrusion, suna hisses from above you, lips parted so prettily and his cheeks flushed.

all you wanted was his cock to fill you up some way, even on your period. always so needy for him that you'd go as far as begging him to use your mouth.

he looks down at you with your tear-filled eyes, and furrowed eyebrows, struggling to take more of him, "c'mon, you can take more, bunny," he says, his hand finding your hair and gripping unto them tightly.

your jaw hurts, pussy aching with need, but all you want is his cock—no matter how.

you moan around him, pleased with the feeling of him stuffing your mouth full. the taste of him all over your mouth and stuck down your throat.

suna pushes your head down. you whimper, trying to relax so you could take more of his thick length, your drool running down the base of his cock teasingly.

when his grip loosens, you pull your head up, letting your tongue drag up the underside of his cock, watching him inhale a sharp breath.

you wrap your hand around his cock, pumping him before letting your tongue lick from the base to the tip, never taking your eyes off of him—your lips ghost on his cockhead ever so teasing, tongue darting out to catch the leaking precum.

"goddamn it," he groans, sensitive and breathless, he tugs on your hair harshly, glaring down on you. "keep fucking teasing and i'll make sure to make you cry."

his threat full of promise, making you squeak and dutifully wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, sucking harshly, greedy to have his cum down your throat.

you hollow your cheeks, pushing him into your mouth once more, bobbing your head up and down his length and pumping the rest you couldn't possibly fit in your mouth.

"fuck—" he curses, hips unconsciously rutting upwards. you gag, tears welling on the corner of your eyes streaming down your cheeks.

until he slaps your hand away, jaw tightening, both hands reaching to a fistful of your hair—and it's abrupt when he pushes your head down way further, your legs jerking underneath you from the force.

he pulls your head up, eyeing your messed up state with your saliva running down your chin before pushing your head down to take him in your mouth again, now moving you in a pace he wants even as you made strangled noises around him.

each of his thrust up meeting his push of your head down like you're nothing but a fuckhole has you gagging—something that makes his cock throb and twitch against your tongue each time—until you're slapping your hand against his thigh. desperate to have him slow down.

"fucking take it, yeah? s'what you wanted anyway," he says with a groan, movement still unrelentless even with your strangled pleas.

feeling your nails dig into his thigh with a strangled groan, your vision dazed and eyes rolling back, suna lets out an irritated sigh.

he captures your wrist in a tight grip enough for it to hurt, pulling your head up before his hand comes down your cheek in a harsh slap.

a sob escapes your mouth. you look like a mess, cheeks flushed, one side stinging with suna's handprint, drool and tears messed all over them and down your chin.

but he always told you that you look pretty like this.

suna gives you a warning glare before he speaks again, "behave," is all you can hear with the ringing of your ears before he's shoving his cock down your throat again.

#suna x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #suna smut #suna #suna rintarou #tw dubcon #lmaoaooaa sorry it might be bad #i just lmaoaoaooaa writing aint it lately #;depravity #;lovelies : 🦈

[barrysjumpsuit]

the killing in kildare - an outer banks/criminal minds crossover (jj pov)

this came to be thanks to a post by @pixelated-pogues and @poguesoftheobx and tbh my main motivation for this was jj being an asshole to feds

word count: 3k

warnings: mentions of (canon) abuse, some abuse/fighting, mentions of canon murder, this is purely unedited so prob typos and bad grammar idc

summary: following the murder of sherriff peterkin, our favorite BAU team comes in to assist the kildare county police department with their case

a/n: i hate this and rewrote it twice, but here ya go!!! couldn’t make it a true criminal minds bau type case due to the canon but i did my best. also there’s mayward if u squint

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“We haven’t had a homicide here in ten years,” Deputy Shoupe was explaining as he led the BAU team through the police station. “All sorts of weird shit going down lately. We’re at our wits end.”

“And all this happened after Routledge’s disappearance?” Agent Hotchner asked, weaving his way through desks as Shoupe unlocked the conference room door. 

“Yes sir, his kid - also John Routledge, we call him John B - thought he’s out there, but we’ve officially deemed him dead after he didn’t show up after a couple months, now the kid says a local killed him. Have a seat.”

Shoupe gestured to the chairs surrounding the table, and the team sat down, Hotchner and Rossi near the head of the table. They all listened while Shoupe explained what went down over the course of the past year - Big John’s disappearance, which turned out to be linked to his hunt for the gold of the Royal Merchant. Word had it that a man named Ward Cameron, the elite of the island, was responsible, or at least involved. “That statement came from Routledge’s kid, so I’m not sure how true it is,” Shoupe explained. 

Turns out, Shoupe believed it was the younger Routledge who murdered Sheriff Peterkin. A local reported him running around, covered in blood. He had become involved in the treasure hunt with his friends, wreaking havoc around the island in the process. There were strange men who reportedly chased the kids, who later turned up dead in someone’s nets, sporting wounds from a gaff hook.

“And now Pete…” Shoupe continued, trailing off. “That kid’s on the loose. We haven’t seen or heard anything about him in a few days. We think he got away, but I still have officers out keeping an eye open.”

It wasn’t the type of case the BAU would normally take on, but it was interesting. A hunt for treasure, mysterious men and local residents turning up dead, and the murder of the Sheriff.

There were a few questions and a brief silence as the team looked over the photos and files they had been given. Morgan finally spoke up, his voice filled with determination. “We’ll find whoever did this.”

--

JJ laid on the dock, swinging his feet which dangled off the edge. The tips of his boots barely skimmed the water. In one hand, he pinched a joint between two fingers. His eyes were closed, and occasionally he sucked on the joint, enjoying the calmness that overwhelmed his system, easing the anxiety that had been overwhelming ever since he saw John B disappear the night before.

They had finally eased off the search once there was word of his escape. He was out of Kildare County, out of jurisdiction. 

With no more cops hanging around, JJ could finally return to the Chateau. He knew he couldn’t go home - his dad had probably realized that JJ had stolen the keys to the Phantom by now, and JJ would be a goner. Being at the Chateau was familiar and comfortable.

Both Kiara and Pope had returned home to be with their families. Ever since two nights before, JJ had been at the Chateau, Kiara having dropped off food from The Wreck to last him a few days.

JJ was too caught up in his thoughts to hear the footsteps making their way down the dock until someone spoke. “JJ Maybank?”

He knew the voice of a cop when he heard it; JJ bolted upright, immediately jumping into the water, his joint long forgotten as he plunged under the water and started swimming.

Arms suddenly wrestled him. “We just want to talk, kid,” someone said, and JJ threw an elbow their way. Whoever had jumped in and grabbed him was too big, and wrestled him back to the dock. “Grab him, Spence.”

Hands pulled JJ back onto the dock. “You’re not in any trouble, JJ.”

JJ struggled in his hold, but more hands were on him, and he knew he couldn’t get away.

“Alright, you got me, congratulations,” he said, throwing his hands up. “John B didn’t kill Peterkin, he didn’t kill anybody.”

“Hold up, kid,” the first man said. JJ saw that they weren’t dressed like normal cops, and the man soon confirmed his suspicions. “My name is Derek Morgan, this is Spencer Reid, we’re with the FBI. We just have a few questions.”

“Ask away,” JJ said, exasperated. He was cornered on the end of the dock by the two agents.

“We’d like you to come with us,” Agent Reid explained. “To take an official statement. You won’t get in any trouble and you’ll be able to leave whenever you want.”

“If your friend is innocent, we want to help him, all right? That’s what we’re here for.”

Maybe it was the weed, or maybe it was the fact that John B was gone and safe. Whatever the case, JJ nodded, allowing the agents to walk him to their SUV to take him back to the police station. He was more than aware of all the looks everyone gave him. JJ greeted them, in typical JJ fashion, and he was brought into an office.

A blonde woman was sitting at the conference table, papers and files spread out before her while she spoke on the phone. JJ recognized the photos of the two square groupers that were killed, hauled up in nets by some fishermen. His stomach turned at the memory of them breaking into John B’s house. 

The agent set the phone down onto the table before sticking out her hand. “My name’s Jennifer Jareau, but you can call me JJ. You’re a friend of John B’s?”

JJ laughed. “JJ, that’s a good name, I like it.” He smiled with satisfaction as Jennifer’s face flushed red. “Look at that, we even look alike, we’re both blond bombshells.” 

“This is JJ Maybank,” Agent Morgan interjected, a smile tugging on his lips, too. 

“Well, all right, JJ. Can you tell us what happened? From the beginning? We found that the officers here tended to have a… biased report, so sorry about that.” Her eyes shifted slowly towards Deputy Shoupe.

“Nah, it’s all good. I have a bit of a reputation here, so that doesn’t surprise me.” JJ couldn’t help but throw a wink towards Shoupe. “Ol’ Shoupe and I here know each other pretty well.”

There was a pang of satisfaction inside JJ as Shoupe sighed. “Just shut up and talk, Maybank.”

“Aight. So, JB’s dad was looking for this gold his whole life, ya know? He went missing at sea about a year ago. Then this month, after Agatha, my friends and I were out fishing and we found a sunk boat. It belonged to Scooter Grubbs, and we were like ‘oh, how did he get his grubby little hands on it?’” he paused, clearly proud of the joke he made. “Anyway. Scooter turned up dead and we found a compass in the boat. It was JB’s dad’s. So we were like ‘holy shit, it’s a ghost compass’. But after we found that compass we were chased by some guys, total square groupers - they tried to shoot us! Then they next day we went to ask Scooter’s wife about it but found the guys there, then they came to JB’s house looking for him and the compass. Then we found a map and tape recorder to John B from his dad in this creepy ass tomb the compass told us to go to, and we knew something was up.”

JJ paused for dramatic effect. Everyone, even Shoupe, was watching and listening intently, Jennifer scribbling down notes as a tape recorder played on the table. Agent Morgan was visibly amused by JJ’s storytelling.

He continued with the story. “So we found the shipwreck, right? But there wasn’t anything on it. So we were like damn, someone beat us to it. But then John B started mackin’ Sarah Cameron-”

Agent Reid made a confused face at his slang.

“Mackin’. You know, making out, dating, Sarah Cameron. Turns out, there was a letter left by Denmark Tanney. He was the sole survivor and hid all the gold at the Crain house. But this is where it gets good,” JJ said, leaning forward, as if the story wasn’t thrilling enough already. “Ward Cameron must have known that John B was looking for the gold. He had him move into his house and must have overheard him talking to Sarah about the gold. The gold was gone. Ward loaded it up in his plane. While this was happening, John B went to Lana, Scooter’s wife, and she told him everything. About how Big John and Ward were looking for the gold, and they were about to find the merchant, then Ward shoved John and split his head open and dumped him over the side of the boat.”

“We have agents talking to Lana Grubbs right now,” Jennifer said, and JJ nodded vigorously.

“Good. Oh yeah, JB said Ward took him fishing and tried to kill him with a gaff hook. That ring any bells?” JJ looked from Morgan to Reid, and then to Jennifer, who just nodded. “So turns out Scooter found his body and got the compass. Then he was coming back when Aggie hit. After JB found out, he was pissed, man, and we went to the runway to stop Ward from stealing the gold. He was taking it and Sarah to the Bahamas. JB went out to try to stop him. He said Peterkin showed up to arrest Ward, but then Ward’s kid Rafe - he’s a crazy motherfucker - shot Peterkin, John B ran because Rafe was gonna shoot him too, then Ward called our friend Shoupe and said John B shot her and denied everything.”

“Did you witness anything at the airport?” Morgan asked, walking to sit down beside JJ.

JJ shifted uncomfortably, filling with guilt. “No, we ran once Peterkin showed up. I’m on probation. I didn’t need to get caught out there. As far as I know, the only people who were there were Peterkin, Ward, Rafe, John B, and-”

He stopped speaking as Jennifer’s attention was immediately diverted, her eyes locked on something outside the window. JJ’s head whipped around, seeing the one person he never wanted to see ever again. All of his cockiness and charm was gone the second he laid eyes on his father.

“Reid, lock the door,” Jennifer said quietly as Shoupe and Morgan slipped out of the office, leaving the three of them. From outside, JJ could hear yelling, the voices of his father and Shoupe unmistakable.

“Don’t let him anywhere near me,” JJ said suddenly, almost pleadingly.

“Who is that?” Agent Reid asked, and Jennifer nodded as if acknowledging that she was thinking the same thing.

JJ muttered, “My dad,” wheeling his chair out of view from the window.

“We won’t let him near you, okay?” he heard the woman say, and JJ just nodded. “I’m going to call the rest of my team to see how it’s going, you can stay in here. It’s safe here. We’ll be back soon with some more questions for you.”

JJ nodded again, opening his eyes and watching the two agents leave the room, closing and locking the door behind them. 

He sat alone for a while before pulling out his phone. He noticed he had several missed calls and texts from Pope and Kiara; he called Pope back, greeted by the frantic sound of his voice. “Dude, where the hell are you!”

“Bro, the FBI is here looking for whoever killed Peterkin,” JJ said, not answering his question. 

“You’re talking to them?” Pope asked in a worried but hushed tone. “JJ, you’re actually talking to feds?”

“Hey, they wanna help John B, man. Help him and put away the Camerons.”

“I can’t believe it.”

“I told them everything, Pope. They’re talking to Miss Lana too. Who knows, if you or Kie back me up-”

“JJ!” Pope was yelling now. “JJ, do you know how many laws we’ve broken? No, JJ.”

JJ opened his mouth to say something, but quickly hung up the phone as the door opened and a two stoic, official looking men walked in.

“I’m Agent Hotchner, this is Agent Rossi,” the taller one stated. His tone was flat and hard, and JJ instantly didn’t like him.

“Are you here to take my story again? The recorder’s right there bro, I don’t even think she turned it off.” He pointed to the tape recorder, which was still running.

“No, we’re here to ask if you would happen to know where Rafe Cameron could be hiding.”

“His house? It’s really big, you might want to check everywhere.”

“We did a full sweep of the place,” Agent Hotchner said in the same disinterested tone. “Any friend’s place? Anything like that?”

JJ sighed. “He’s this guy’s bitch. Some basehead named Barry. If my dad’s out there, ask him about where to find him, he buys coke off him. Rafe does, too. The two of them jumped me a few days ago.”

“Do you know where he lives?” the other agent asked, his voice slightly softer. “His father isn’t speaking, we’ve arrested him but can’t find his son.”

“Where’s Ward? I’d like to talk to him.”

“I’m afraid we can’t let you do that, son.” Agent Rossi pulled out the chair next to JJ and sat down. “Where does this Barry guy live?”

JJ sighed. “Shitty little trailer on the west side of Sunshine street. Ironic, huh? Dude’s full of sunshine.” He paused as Hotch watched him through narrowed eyes. “Second place south of the Dollar General, you can’t miss it, it’s a shithole.”

“Thanks, JJ,” Agent Hotcher said, and the two men left, closing and locking the door behind them again.

Sighing, he kicked his feet up onto the chair that Agent Rossi had vacated, rubbing at his temple. He had barely eaten since John B left, and barely slept. His high had worn off, leaving him tired and with a subtle yet persistent headache.

“I want this fuckin’ thing to be over,” he muttered to himself.

A voice made him open his eyes and walk over to the window. Ward Cameron was walking through the main space of the station, his large strides quickly covering ground, followed by two officers. He was yelling at Jennifer, the agent hardly flinching as he berated her. The glass muffled his voice, but JJ could tell he was pulling either the wealth card or the my-daughter-ran-away-from-home card on her.

“Hey Ward!” JJ yelled, pounding his palm against the glass. “Ward!”

The man’s head eventually turned to see JJ, and seconds later, he was at the pane of glass, yelling at him. 

“You’re a fucking murderer, Ward!” JJ yelled, ignoring the words Ward was throwing at him. Your friend could have killed my daughter. You ruined her life. You ruined my life. You’re a liar. JJ countered with words of his own. “You killed Big John! You killed those men! You tried to kill my best friend! Your son killed Peterkin! You don’t care about your family, Ward!”

The last sentence made him snap. Jennifer and two officers were trying to restrain Ward, but he shoved them off, picking up and chair and throwing it at the window.

Luckily, the window was made for scenarios like this. Ward couldn’t touch JJ, and both of them knew it. They kept yelling until they finally cuffed Ward, leading him out of view, JJ’s face still pressed against the window, his body shaking with rage.

He flinched as the door opened, and Agent Reid came in, standing in the doorway sheepishly. 

“What do you want?” JJ muttered, plopping back down in the chair he had been sitting in before.

The agent shrugged. “Just thought you might want to talk, is all. Nothing you’ll say leaves this room.”

JJ regarded him through squinted eyes, his arms crossed across his chest. “Why do you think I need a therapy session?”

Reid shrugged again. “Thought it wouldn’t hurt to ask. You’ve been through a lot recently. I can tell there’s more going on than what you told us.”

He sighed. “Everything just went to shit so quick. My best friend was framed for murder, he left, and now my dad wants to kill me the first chance he gets. And once they get the Camerons I’ll be expected to resume life as normal.” He threw up his hands for effect. “Life was never normal, life was never good. It’s fucked, man.”

--

JJ sat with Reid for another hour or two. The small talk had eventually drifted into an awkward silence, broken by more yelling.

“I didn’t do it!” JJ heard from outside the office. He could recognize Rafe’s voice anywhere, and it filled him with rage.

Reid had forgotten to lock the door. In one fluid motion, JJ was on his feet, throwing the door open, running and tackling Rafe, knocking him from the agent’s grasps. Grabbing his shoulders and throwing him against the ground, JJ collapsed to his knees, one on either side of Rafe.

He was helpless with his hands cuffed, and Agent Morgan pulled JJ off Rafe, restraining him. “Easy, big guy,” Morgan said cooly. “We’ve made the arrests, JJ, your friend’s name is cleared. You can get out of here.”

“What?” JJ asked stupidly, looking to a woman he had not yet met. She had long, straight black hair.

“You’re free to leave. Your story matches up with what Lana Grubbs told us, and we were able to recover a gun from the Cameron residence that matched the type used in the murder of Sheriff Peterkin.”

At that, she followed the others, leaving JJ standing in the middle of the police station. He could hear muffled shouts of Rafe, which dissipated after a door slammed.

It was over. JJ almost didn’t know what to do, so he just left.

A body collided with his, then another. He struggled at first, but recognized the arms wrapped around him, and melted into Pope and Kiara’s embraces.

“They made the arrests,” JJ found himself saying. “JB’s gonna be okay.”

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[guhudude]

Tagged by: @omuii le geef

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people

LAST:  1. Drink: coke 
2. Phone call: probably my mom 
3. Text message: to my girlfriend: ^_^
 4. Song you listened to: Free -6LACK 
5. Time you cried: uhhhhhhhhhh I think it was two weeks ago when I was frustrated with my family for not treating me like an adult

 HAVE YOU: 
6. Dated someone twice: nooo
 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: yes but I barely count it as a kiss lol. I was in 8th grade and gave my boyfriend a peck on the lips and the whole thing was so forced it was stupid 
8. Been cheated on: don't think so
 9. Lost someone special: yes 
10. Been depressed: heck yeck 
 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: yeah I was at a party with some friends in college and it was a great party most of the people were LGBT and everybody was really chill but I just really wanted to get wrecked lol. I started with beer because I thought that was all they had but then I found out they had Smirnoff ice and I started drinking those, and I played a drinking game with shots of Long Island iced tea.... best party ever even though I did get sick twice 

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:
 12-14: I can't believe this is just a clever way to skip my favorite number in the questions but ok: ultramarine blue, lime green, umm. Plum purple? Not all at once lol 

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:
 15. Made new friends: yes
 16. Fallen out of love: yes (only romantically) 
17. Laughed until you cried: yes, usually because of The Squad, my Skype group 
18. Found out someone was talking about you: yupperooza. 
19. Met someone who changed you: hmmmm. I followed someone on tumblr does that count? 
20. Found out who your friends are: yes 
21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: my gf ;) 

GENERAL: 
22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: almost all of them, so around 200
 23. Do you have any pets: Sasha, a 6 year old border collie-husky mix who is black with blue eyes (she's a little brat who tries to trip everyone by tackling their feet), and Gretchen, a 11 year old German shepherd mix with a big belly (and a bigger heart) and a curly tail 
24. Do you want to change your name: yeah, my legal name is both too feminine and too biblical. Hopefully someday I'll get to change it legally to Peri. 
25. What did you do for your last Birthday: I honestly don't remember :') it was probably boring 
26. What time did you wake up: I woke up at 9 surprisingly well rested 
27. What were you doing at midnight last night: watching Jupiter Ascending which is one heck of a movie 
28. Name something you can’t wait for: going to visit my geef in New Jersey again
 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: I'm sitting next to her on the couch watching family feud right now 
30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: GIVE ME THE HECKENING MOTIVATION!!!!
 31. What are you listening right now: G-Mix: Russel on Spotify. I'm goin through all of their playlists. B) 
32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: there were a few different guys named Tom at the campgrounds we used to go to every summer. 
33. Something that is getting on your nerves: my LACK!! OF MOTIVATION!!!!! 
34. Most visited website: tumblr, YouTube, kimcartoon 

LOST QUESTIONS. I JUST PUT IN RANDOM INFO ABOUT ME 
35. Mole/s: a few on my arms
 36. Mark/s: fuckin perpetual acne and scars from it on my shoulders and back : ) a birthmark on my left side and supposedly one on the back of my neck but ofc I've never actually seen it -squints- a few freckles here and there 
37. Childhood dream: to be literally every fucking profession. I wanted to be a princess, a fire fighter, a veterinarian, a cop, a psychiatrist...
 38. Hair color: brown
 39. Long or short hair: short, I look like one of the Beatles lmao 
40. Do you have a crush on someone: does my gf count 👀 
41. What do you like about yourself: I'm a good friend and I got a nice body 😘
 42. Piercings: just 2, one traditional piercing in each ear. I really want a bar of some kind, at least one cartilage piercing. 
 43. Blood type: O+
 44. Nickname: saoirse, seersh, peri, peridot 
45. Relationship status: taken by my gf 46. Zodiac: sexy, sexy Sagittarius ;)
 47. Pronouns: they/them or... ya know what idc actually any pronouns lol
 48. Favorite TV Show: Steven Universe, Rick and Morty, Community 49. Tattoos: none YET 
50. Right or left hand: right-handed though I am slightly better with my left hand at frisbee for some reason 
51. Surgery: once I had a surgery on my tooth that never came down because the teeth on either side were too close together. 
52. Hair dyed in different color: never :c
 ... yet 53. Sport: I used to be in track/field for one year in middle school, I was horrible at it but I did the 200, high jump and long jump. When I say I was bad at it I mean I was Literally The Worst on the team by far. I like to watch hockey especially in the arena because it gets WILD in there. You get to hear all the crazy shit all the drunk fans are saying and watch people get into fights and yell at each other 54. was there a 54 before bc i lost it i guess? and i just copy-pasted the whole thing 
55. Vacation: a nice little cabin in the woods with hiking trails around it would be perfect 👌 I'd also like to go on a cross-country road trip someday 
56. Pair of trainers: these black ones with neon laces that I wear to work, my favorite ones right now that are black with stars that glow in the dark (I don't wear them to work so as not to wear them out), a pair of black converse and a pair of black and teal vans, both of which I've had for years MORE GENERAL:
 57. Eating: nothing right now 
58. Drinking: coke  
59. I’m about to: READ A FUCKING BOOK FOR THE FIRST TIME IN 2 YEARS 
61. Waiting for: me to get my shit together 
62. Want: a raise? No? Damn. motivation??? .... shit. 
63. Get married: someday, u know it -finger guns- 
64. Career: artist/illustrator if I HAD THAT FUCKING MOTIVATION 👏👏👏 i have been wondering how I would do as a plumber tho.. 🤔 

WHICH IS BETTER 
65. Hugs or kisses: hugs
? 66. Lips or eyes: eyes
 67. Shorter or taller: maybe.. a LITTLE taller????????????? if ANYTHING??
 68. Older or younger: I am 19 and too far in either direction is Uncomfortable 😐
 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: What Does This Mean (in general tummies are nice tho) 
71. Sensitive or loud: hm?? I'm sensitive to loud noises???? I really don't know what this means
 72. Hook up or relationship: relationship
 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: "i’m a hesitant trouble-maker" -my gf and honestly, same 

HAVE YOU EVER: 
74. Kissed a Stranger: no 
75. Drank hard liquor: hell yea 
76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: I've briefly been unable to find them but I always find them again 
 77. Turned someone down: yes have you ever been friends with a Nice Guy 
78. Sex on the first date: what is this... Sex
 79. Broken someone’s heart: probably since I've turned people down 
80. Had your heart broken: yeah
 81. Been arrested: nope 😏don't plan on it either 
82. Cried when someone died: umm I cried like a week after someone died does that count? My emotions are delayed sometimes
 83. Fallen for a friend: ;) ye 

 DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
 84. Yourself: barely
 85. Miracles: not technically 
86. Love at first sight: sometimes 
87. Santa Claus: again not technically but I think he's a good symbol for kids and in general positive vibes during the holiday season
 88. Kiss on the first date: yeanoooo.. it takes a while for me. When in doubt just ask. And listen to my response lmao (someone kissed me after I said no and MMM 😬) 

OTHER:
 90. Current best friend name: I can't just pick one 😫I have like 10 REALLY great friends I trust with my life 
 91. Eye color: grey-green
 92. Favorite movie: the only movie I can think of right now is Jupiter Ascending because i just saw it last night and it's the first movie I've seen in months lol. OH FUCKING HECK INTERSTELLAR THATS MY FAVORITE MOVIE I LOVE INTERSTELLAR 

NOW, TAG 20 PEOPLE: imma do what tessa did and tag the last 20 mutuals in my notes so don’t feel obligated to do this or even read it! also if you don’t want me to tag you in these in the future let me know and i’ll do my best to avoid it. @gordamnramsey, @mysteriousquartz, @celestialmoonlights, @viviannevendetta, @carryonmywaywardplanet, @jamesxfilesthemeroach, @lordsardine, @woahdaleks, @prettythinker, @belleweather, @squidego, @reck2468, @sexyninjakitty96, @animeandmanga-bearcat, @thesamanthagossamer

im actually gonna cut it off there at 15 bc i don’t have that many active mutuals lol oK HAVE FUN EVERYBODY make sure to tag me if you do this!

#long post #tag meme #text #mine #cursing #i don't normally tag cursing but for some reason i did it a LOT in here so #alcohol #i also talk abt that quite a bit here lol #about me #i hope everything is done and i didn't forget to edit something bc THIS POST IS BEING EJECTED INTO THE VOID