#First he's sweet then he's sour
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You're special...like a hero in a story.
#first he's sweet#then he's sour#LOL#angsty ships are the best#dipplinshipping#kieran pokemon#juliana pokemon#kieran x juliana pokemon#juliana x kieran pokemon#kieran x juliana#juliana x kieran#pokemon scarlet/violet#pokemon sv#pokemon dlc#pokemon scarlet and violet#pokemon teal mask
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Sour. Sweet. Gone.
at E-Werk in Cologne, Germany on 09/11/2006 (x)
#he actually was sweet first then sour#but for the gifset i rearranged it lol#bros be colliding#frank iero#gerard way#what is his problem#plz#my chemical romance#mcr#the black parade era#tw: flashing lights#finding frerard in this year yeah#rubbish78gifs#my gifs#he's always kicking him#feral frank
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24 / 50 days of jinkook
#bts#btsedit#btsgif#dailybts#btsdaily#jin#seokjin#kim seokjin#jungkook#jeon jungkook#jinkook#userbangtan#dailybangtan#trackofthesoul#usersan#heyryen#userpat#tuserandi#userdimple#raplineuser#rjshope#annietrack#ksjedit#jjkedit#***#*doj#jin is like a sour patch kid in reverse#first hes sweet#then hes using jks back as a drum ;o;
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𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐞
𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐀𝐊𝐀 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
"Wait, don't--!"
His hips stutter as he throbs inside of you, anchoring you against his slick body with a painfully muscular arm. He hears you over the sound of the rushing water, over the blood rushing through his ears, over his ragged breathing.
And really, Jake isn't an asshole. Not in the ways that count, at least--especially with the women he has sex with.
So he does try to pull out as soon as he realizes that's what you mean by your unfinished sentence, the one that was strangled through your grit teeth. But the thing about that is you didn't give him much notice--granted, he shouldn't have assumed you were on birth control--and he was genuinely already partway through spilling inside you when he registered your words.
"Shit," he sighs, reeling at your sudden loss of contact.
You're pressed up against the wall still, breasts against the steamy tiles, and you're panting too.
"Shit, I'm really sorry," he apologizes, shaking his head. "I just didn't even realize what you said and by the time it registered, I--!"
You shake your head, sighing.
"Hey, it's fine," you tell him, really meaning it. "This is why God made morning-after pills."
It makes him laugh--it's a dry thing, one that is riddled with exhaustion. He's spent honestly--going from pulling 7G's to fucking you so furiously in the shower had proven to be a lot on his body.
You want to make a joke about child support or something, something dumb and inappropriate to say to a man that just accidentally came inside you the first time you had sex. But you don't say anything--you just catch your breath and so does he. It's quiet aside from the running shower and your heaving chests.
Jake leans forward and lets his body rest over yours, forehead resting against your shoulder. He's very warm--which you know is not just because of the lukewarm water raining down over the two of you. He's always warm--hot-blooded. And Jake thinks you feel very soft beneath him; he thinks that he might even like the way your skin feels pressed against his. And you both are just being still, resting in each other's arms. It's probably one of the only times the two of you have ever been in another's presence without arguing.
Before Jake even really knows what he's doing, still in that post-orgasm haze and enthralled in the absolute strangeness of just having fucked you, he presses his lips against your shoulder. At first he just kisses very softly, little things he peppers all along your naked shoulders and neck. And you don't tense at the feeling--for some reason, with your cheek agains the tile and your hair slung over your other shoulder, you're totally okay with him kissing your skin. And then he just lets his lips rest, stilling right there on the back of your neck.
And in almost total tandem, the both of you think it: this is kind of nice.
"You okay?" He asks suddenly, shooting up when he realizes that he's been kissing your skin.
You nod, eyes slipping shut.
"I think so," you whisper.
Things are different after that.
At first it's small things.
Like when Jake meets you at the pharmacy after the two of you leave base (at separate times, of course), he not only buys you Plan B but a protein bar and Gatorade, too.
"Post-coitus protein," he tells you when you look up at him with raised eyebrows.
He sits in your car as you take the pill, fiddling with your radio, looking at the interior you keep so clean. You have a strawberry air freshener in there that smells like his sisters childhood bedroom--he likes it. It's a nice evening so the windows are rolled down and the sun is setting in a blaze of orange and pink in the distance as the blinking, neon PHARMACY sign casts a red light over your face.
"Easy-peasy," you whisper, stuffing the box back in the grocery bag.
He nods, smiling softly, leaning back in your passenger seat. You're leaning back, too, tapping your fingers against the steering wheel. Your hair is still wet and the warm wind feels good when it filters through it.
"Wanna talk about it?" Jake asks.
It very nearly startles you when he says it. But when you look over at him, he's still fiddling endlessly with the radio and fixing his gaze everywhere but you.
"The sex? Or the...Plan B?"
He pulls his brows together, finally glancing up at you as a Joni Mitchell song floats through the radio. You look very soft right now--your face is naked and your damp hair is pulled back. You don't look angry at him for once and your face is open.
"Your dad," he says after a moment, swallowing hard.
It's vulnerable, really, for both of you. Jake is sitting in your car after fucking you, after buying you a protein bar and a Plan B, after splitting a lemon-lime gatorade with you, and A Case Of You is playing as he looks into your glassy eyes. And you had a breakdown--finally cracked and told someone about your father and the little time you have left with him. Then he made you cum and fucked you against the shower wall and now you're here--basking quietly in the glow of the pharmacy sign.
It's confusing, too, because up until about two hours ago, Jake Seresin was just about your least favorite person on earth. But now you think that he looks downright pretty when he's being earnest the way he is right now. And he thinks that you look beautiful, too, even with that drop of Gatorade on your bottom lip.
"Not right now," you say quietly, shaking your head.
Three hours ago, if he'd have asked, you'd have snarled at him. You probably would've hissed, "Not to you, dickhead." But things are different now. You both know it.
He's not hurt that you don't want to talk about it. He gets it--really, he does.
"Yeah, I get that," Jake says softly, trying to remain casual even though there's a strange sense of affection for your capturing every vital organs in his body. "I'm here if you...want to."
You nod, biting your thumbnail.
"Thanks," you whisper.
"And I guess, um, like for the record..." Jake says softly, scratching the back of his neck just to have something to do with his hands, "I don't think you're a bitch."
Something jolts inside of you, climbs up your chest and sits thickly in your throat. It feels strangely close to affection.
"Thank you," you whisper, biting your lip. "I don't think you're that big of a dick."
And then you're both laughing--it's the first time you two have ever really shared a laugh together. He's always heard your laugh from the other side of the room, in some conversation that he isn't a part of. Being so close to it now makes his fingers feel warm.
"I am a dick, huh?" He sighs, still smiling.
You shrug.
"You can be," you say, sighing. "But at least now I know you let ladies finish first."
He snorts softly.
"I'm a dick, not a monster."
Then you two are sharing your second laugh together. It fills your little car and nestles in snugly against your strawberry air freshener and Plan-B trash.
"Well, I've known plenty of monsters," you sigh, rolling your eyes at the mere thought of ex-boyfriend's and their ineffective fingers and short strokes.
"You're giving me a big head," Jake teases.
You smile--it's a real, genuine smile. The stretch of it on your lips feels unfamiliar. It's been a great while since you've smiled, you realize.
"I can deflate that ego anytime," you tell him, a teasing lilt in your voice. "Just give me the go-ahead when you're ready."
He takes a swig of your Gatorade. You watch him, watch his pink lips wrap around the rim, watch his throat swell as he swallows. He looks beautiful right now--partly in the afterglow and partly just because he is beautiful. That is undeniable now.
Then he offers the bottle to you--you take a drink, too.
"You like lemon-lime, right?" He asks.
He's asking fruitlessly--he knows you do. He's seen you buy it at the base vending machine more than once.
You nod. Of course you do. But he already knows that.
Another thing that changes is that he saves a seat for you. It starts the very next morning the two of you are on base together.
To the untrained eye, it would seem like nothing. But your eye isn't untrained. When you walk into the training room on Monday morning, Jake is sitting at the desk with his feet firmly planted on the floor, not in the seat beside him like they usually are. And when you slip in beside him silently, the way he was hoping you would, he glances at you from the corner of his eye.
"Mornin'," he greets quietly, chewing on a tooth pick.
You smile softly as you unpack your bag, nodding at him in greeting.
"Good morning."
He taps his knuckles on the table, trying to keep his voice steady.
"How was your weekend?" He asks.
You shrug.
"Fine. Lots of family coming in and out so...loud, I guess," you breathe. "How was yours?"
Something in his throat feels tight that you're just mentioning this fact in passing. He knows that your family is filtering in and out of your home because your father is dying--that this time must be very precious for you and yours and you're still coming into work every single day like nothing is wrong. But you're telling him this now, the only person on this base that knows about your ailing father, and it feels like you trust him. And you suppose that you accidentally kind of do trust him now--a little bit more than you did on Friday at 1 o'clock.
"Just great," he sighs.
Truth be told, he had thought of you all weekend. He was confused about the whole thing, since the two of you were sworn enemies but have now found yourselves in the no-man's-land between enemies and friends and lovers.
The next morning, the seat beside him is open again. And this time, there's a lemon-lime Gatorade waiting for you there like it's marking your spot.
And after that, it just keeps happening. Each morning, Jake somehow gets on base before you, buys a Gatorade, and leaves it at your seat. You wonder if he's spending a fortune in quarters and for about a month, he is--until he thinks better of it and just buys a pack of lemon-lime in bulk and starts bringing them from home.
Other members of the squadron notice that the two of you have seemingly formed some sort of truce, but no one is brave enough to outright ask what's happened between the two of you. Payback and Rooster sniff around wherever they can, trying to snuff out who the winner of their bet is, but you and Jake remain mum.
The next time you have sex, it's less of a surprise.
It's almost two months later--two months full of everyone dancing around the fact that your father is dying, two months of your family's door being a revolving one, two months of the stress of your recent detachment--when it all reaches a head.
You need a release and despite your better judgment a few weeks ago, you'd given Jake your phone number. Your text messages started our sporadic and random--sometimes just sending each other gossip you heard in the hangar or memes that made you think of the other. But then they'd evolved into something more constant than that recently--the two of you even catching a movie or a late dinner here or there.
So when you showed up at his door past midnight on a Saturday, almost two months since your shower encounter, he wasn't all that surprised to see you. It wasn't very odd to see each other off base now.
But what surprised him is how quickly you kissed him, walking over the threshold of his front door hastily. And he's kissing you back right away, blinking away his chock and his previous fatigue. You're ferocious in your kisses, all tongue and teeth and spit, and he's trying to keep up with you.
"Hi," he mumbles into your mouth, his voice deliciously gravelly.
"Hey," you whisper back, pulling back for a moment to behold him.
He looks good right now--scruffy and comfortable with his beard and his sweatpants low on his hips and his old band t-shirt. He's had a couple of beers and his lips taste like Stella Artois and peanuts. Before you came over, he was sitting on his couch, watching some highlight reel of a football game and putting off getting ready for bed.
And he's looking right back at you, at your pupils that are blown and your cheeks that are flushed. You are desperate for him like you were the first time the two of you touched, but it's different now. It's different because the two of you don't loathe each other--there's actually something between the two of you that resembles a friendship.
"Everything okay?" He asks quietly, his hands firmly planted on your hips as you press yourself into him and lace your fingers in his hair.
"No," you tell him honestly, biting your lip.
He wants to press you more--wants you to tell him what's wrong. He wants you to let it all out and he actually wants to listen to it because the two of you are suddenly people that care about each other. He cares about your Aunt Lisa and her bitchy comments that she makes to your mom and the way it hurts your feelings, too. He cares about your dad starting hospice last week. He cares about you skipping lunch most days--which has prompted him to start packing you bags of apples and walnuts and cheese--and he cares that you don't like red wine at all.
And you can feel that care--really, you can. Whoever the Jake was before you had sex is not the Jake that's looking into your eyes now with his brows blanched in sympathy. This Jake that's holding you genuinely wants you to be okay--this Jake hasn't tried anything sexual with you since your first encounter but is kissing you back right away.
Despite yourself and your efforts, you care about him, too. You care that he was grounded for two weeks--enough for you to have your dad talk to Cyclone and get the penalty dropped. You care that he doesn't usually get invited to group hangouts outside of The Hard Deck and have deemed yourself the official Hangman-inviter. You care that he likes rom-coms but doesn't like to admit it--so you pretend to suggest them all on your own.
"What can I do?" Jake asks, tenderly reaching up to swipe his knuckles across your cheek.
You lean into his touch, lean into his calloused fingers, and let your eyes fall shut softly.
"Fuck me," you whisper.
He nods, brows furrowed.
"I can do that," he whispers to you.
And all at once, things are happening. He's bracing his forearms beneath your ass and you're wrapping your legs around his hips. You're kissing and panting, tugging at the hems of each others shirts and leaving a trail of discarded clothing on the stairs as he carries you to his bedroom. And then he's laying you down on the bed, tugging your pants off without breaking your kiss, swallowing every precious noise that your mouth makes. He loves those sounds, loves the way they feel on his lips.
Then, after a few more minutes of kissing and petting and shedding, you're both naked.
You're lying flat on your back in his dark bedroom against his cold sheets, your eyes bleary with pleasure as he stands over you. He's naked except for the silver chain on his neck, his cock pressing thickly against his thigh. You're both flushed all over, both silently letting your eyes graze over each other's bodies.
Without another word, he reaches for you. He's careful with you as he first sinks his fingers down on your cunt--very carefully grazing your lips and gathering the wetness that has grown there. And he's just gazing down at you, treasuring that little crinkle between your brows and that twitch in the meat of your thighs. And when his fingers slip over your clit, he keens at the way your chest rises off the bed, at the way you inhale your breaths so sharply.
It feels good--like overwhelmingly good. He knows how to touch you, he knows where to touch you. All of his movements are seemingly perfectly calculated, one finger rubbing lazy circles on your clit while the other pushes into you. He's gentle, pumping at the pace you desire, bringing his other hand to his own cock to relinquish some of the tension that has risen there.
There's no haste. You two still very obviously want each other, you two are still very obviously desperate for each other, but you're not in the locker-room on base anymore. You're here in Jake's dark bedroom and he's savoring every moment that his fingers are buried in you.
"Jake," you whisper, clenching his sheets.
"I know, baby," he coos softly, squaring his jaw as he picks up his pace just slightly, "I know. I'll get you there."
His words alone are making you quake, making your toes curl. But everything he's doing just feels so good, so perfect. You know you must be absolutely slick with anticipation, that his fingers are more than enough to push you over the edge. He knows this, too--which is why he stops suddenly.
"What--?" You pant, sitting up on your elbows.
But Jake is just pressing his fingers against your mouth, the ones that had just been inside of you. And you're taking them without hesitation, a mutual sense of trust aiding in your malleability.
His eyes are dark as he watches you suck his fingers clean of your arousal, as you swirl your tongue along his fingertips. But they're not dark in a way that frightens you--they're lustful and adoring.
So when he lowers to his knees, when he hooks your knees over his shoulders and scoots you to the end of the bed, you don't shy away from him. You lay back on the bed, kiss each of his fingers and let them settle against your right nipple, and blink up at his ceiling.
When his tongue first circles your clit, you cry out, back arching off the bed. And because his hand is already there, he lets his palm lie flat in the middle of your chest, and pushes you back down against the mattress.
You taste just like he thought you would, very sweet and earthy on his tongue, and he can't think of any other place that he would rather be than hear between your quivering legs. He lets his tongue run across your slick folds and settle comfortably on your silky clit, lapping at it languidly as you writhe above him.
"Jake, that's so good," you manage to whimper, gasping as he hums against you.
"Want you to cum," he mumbles against you. "Cum for me, Wisty."
You're mewling, grasping for anything to hold you down to the bed as an impossibly tight coil springs in your belly. You can hardly catch your breath, can hardly keep your hips from bucking, when he reaches out to take your hands. It's a simple gesture, one that anyone in the world could do, but you are grateful for it. You dig your nails in his skin and he just holds you right back.
Maybe it's the sheer intimacy of it all that pushes you over the edge finally--or maybe it's because Jake is just that damn good with his tongue--but you nearly black out when you cum.
And because he cares about you, because he really does want you to feel good and be good, he coaxes you through it all. He holds your hands tight, keeps a flat palm to your chest so you don't come completely off the bed, laps up every bit of your nectar without overstimulating you.
And then he kisses his way up your legs, over your precious thighs and hips, all up your belly and between your breasts. Then he kisses up the column of your throat, nipping very lightly, bringing his hands to softly knead your breasts.
When his face finally hovers yours, when you're blinking up at him with bleary and glassy eyes and wet eyelashes and bitten lips, he feels like he's going to blurt something out that he might regret any other time.
"That was...nice," you whisper, voice trembling.
Truthfully, that was the best orgasm you've ever had.
"Nice, huh?" He laughs that pretty laugh, carefully pressing your hair behind your ears and letting his hand linger against your cheek.
"Didn't want you to get a big head," you meekly answer, smiling weakly.
The smile that tugs on his lips is one of utter fondness--one that usually prefaces sweet nothings. So you lean up and press your mouth on his, your lashes fluttering shut in tandem. The kiss is slow and sweet, very different than the clashing of tongue and teeth downstairs.
He slowly lowers his bare body on top of yours, pressing every surface of his skin against you, letting his cock rest against your hip. It feels good just to be this close to each other, just to be kissing each other with such sweetness.
"I really like you," Jake murmurs against your mouth.
And even if he's had a couple of beers, he knows that's not why he says it. He says it because he means it, because his cock is pressing against you, because he can still taste you on his tongue.
You thought your head would be spinning in this post-orgasm euphoria, but it's not. You feel everything is crystal clear as you rest your forehead against Jake's, as you swipe your thumbs cross his cheek softly. Affection is sitting very heavy on your body now, similar in weight to Jake.
"I really like you, too," you whisper.
You two have the good sense to use a condom this time, which hardly interrupts the flow of things, not when your blood is running so hot for each other.
He hovers you, relishing in the feeling of your legs coming up to wrap around his hips, relishing in your skin beneath his palms and your half-lidded eyes looking up into his. He's lined himself up perfectly, desperate to feel your warm walls around him, but then he pauses and stills--just like last time.
He reaches down, less hesitant than he was before, and lets his hand rest on your cheek. If you were another girl, one he didn't know very well, maybe he'd press his thumb into your mouth and have you suckle as he fucked you. But he merely strokes the soft skin of your cheek. And then you turn just slightly, just enough to press your lips against the pad of his thumb in the most tender kiss he's ever been given.
"You want this?" He asks, his voice strained.
You nod, leaning into his touch. Jake feels like no one has ever trusted him enough to lean into the palm of his hand like this--it feels good. It feels really, really good.
"Yes," you whisper quietly. "I want you."
𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭: 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦
that gif is my entire note. that's all. I'm deceased. goodbye now, world.
here is my tag list!!
also would the world want another part of this?? maybe when iceman...dies...or something angsty like that?
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do you think that because sousuke died in the winter, he'd have a chronically runny nose?
YES you are so correct. Kou keeps a packet of tissues on him and mid-conversation when Sousuke feels a sneeze coming on he just holds one out
Now I’m picturing a moment during the Mitsuba arc where Sousuke keeps sniffling and Kou’s like “dude wtf is your problem”
#toilet bound hanako kun#jibaku shounen hanako kun#tbhk#jshk#ask#ask me anything#then kou beats his ass for sneezing#very lovingly#and then hands him a tissue#first he’s sour then he’s sweet#sousuke mitsuba#kou minamoto#mitsukou#soukou#kousuke
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okay maybe an unpopular opinion but i think shiori shouldn't actually like hiei that much
#not for any real reason but because i think it's funny personally#kuwabara being the only one at her wedding<3 he's her favorite#she likes yusuke (seems to be kurama's first actual friend (he wasn't at the time))#she loves kuwabara okay. bc ik his ass is such a suckup and he's motherless#and desperate for an adult woman in his life that isn't gonna do wwe moves on him#not that shizuru isn't everything to him but hey it can't hurt to have shiori pinch his cheek and offer him sweets#also unimaginably funny to me to think THIS is very hiei loses to kuwabara#kuwabara who's always getting bypassed by him tripped and dodged#this is what has hiei fuming whereas kuwa barely registers there's some sort of competition#hiei is sour because he knew kurama first yet shiori is just. polite with him#and he with her!! he thinks she's okay he guesses#doesn't really understand why kurama changed his entire self cos of her but alright#he gets it family is family he just doesn't talk to his so 💥#shiori's general reaction being ''im sure he's lovely''#kurama is not helping hiei get points by the way#very ''if you can't be normal go away <3'' about it which is why kuwabara gets 5 stars from both mother & son#and hiei gets a whopping zero#once she heard scuttling on the roof thought they had squirrels kurama checks#and is like im sorry mother ive told hiei to stop storing things in the gutters. takes down a bunch of weird shit#just random human shit he's found. possibly stole. he thinks it's endearing probably#i don't remember where i was going with this really#just. imagine how funny it would be if for once hiei actually gaf what a human thought about him#and she just thinks he's mid. kinda weird but that's alright shuichi we all have our quirks#qeued post#yu yu hakusho#hiei and atsuko on the other hand? god have mercy they get along GREAT 🤕#I'll have to make another post abt that tho this is already way too long
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it's honestly so hard to explain that you care for someone you like without using the words love
#I've been asked a bunch some time ago how the whole me being aromantic and my girlfriend not being worked#and like. idk man. it just does#she loves me I'm fine with it it doesn't bother me it's sweet it's a little scary#and it's like. if I say I dont love her it sounds so fucking wrong? but if I say I do it sounds like a lie?#because I like her and I like her more than the usual friend#but I just. I don't /love/ her#same with my boyfriend tho that guy is like weird and special bc first love and all#well not really. but kind of. but not really I loved other ppl#but he was one of the very few ppl I actually felt something close to romantic love for#it's so hard explaining aromanticism man. it's such a Feeling#like explaining love is already hard#blehg#aromantic#mumblings//#june if you see this I am kissing you on the mouth RIGHT this instant#I don't think ash will see shit he's never on tumblr but like whatevs (<- devastated jump can't see its boyfriends sour comments everywhere)
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Don’t know if this is an unpopular opinion or not but I would not be mad if Will interacted with other guys romantically before Byler endgame
#byler#will byers#maybe an unpopular opinion#but just mine!#i dont think it would make byler endgame less impactful#yes will is in love and cant get over mike that easily#but i dont think he wouldnt at least try#wills first kiss being with mike would be very sweet too#but if he kissed any guys beforehand it wouldnt sour it for me#also will gets bitches like cmon
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It's been an absolute delight getting to know you. We have a good dynamic, and I'm grateful for you, my friend. 💜
DO YOU GUYS SEE THIS. EVIL AND SWEET. paradoxical 😵💫
…likewise 🙈
#help he’s sour patch kid 😵💫#first they’re sour#then they’re sweet#but really you’re lovely#sometimes#and i’m glad we’re chatting 🥹#NOT SOFT ALRIGHT IM NOT SOFT
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watching an ongoing let's play of v3 and they just finished all of kiibo's free times and what they decided to take away from the fifth one is "wooow haha kiibo's a bad person shuichi has terrible taste in friends!! he sees shuichi as beneath him wow he's doing a terrible job being a person he's rude and he sucks that's so funny LOL fuck this guy" i think perhaps i will just stop watching this series :') they had so much great insight about all the characters and the plot but of course not about my fave :') of course they overlook the line where he literally admits that way of thinking was wrong and he wants to start over.... yes he's not perfect of course that was a jerk move but he's trying that's the whole point of his character is that he's learning and wants to learn.... i thought it was rlly funny the roundabout way he admits he was wrong, and how shuichi doesn't even take it badly he just wanted to know why kiibo used to talk to him like that.... but now every time he shows up they're probably just gonna insult him or whatever :')
#kiibo: to think i would feel this gratitude toward you..... my earlier actions were bad i messed up#kiibo: see i thought i could admit my insecurities to someone beneath me that's what i thought when we first met#shuichi: oh that's why he talked to me like that at first#kiibo: i want to form a real friendship with you shuichi as equals#shuichi: ok me too i feel like we have a special bond#them: shake hands#these let's players: WOW SHUICHI HAS AWFUL TASTE IN FRIENDS THIS GUY SUCKS HAHA#i wanted to see them react to ch5 and ch6 but i am kinda completely soured on this series now#they understood gonta so well and treated him and his story w so much respect and understanding#why does everyone hate kiibo so much LOL maybe im just more attached to characers like him than i should be#but it feels like everyone either 1 ignores him completely#2 ignores him completely to infantilize him and call him a sweet innocent baby#3 looks for any opportunity to make him out to be like. irredeemably annoying and a bad person#or 4 says he has 'no personality'#hes just a fucking guyyyyyyyy
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asking for my little oc: how do you think tally would react to a maormer player?
hmm...its hard to put down his exact thoughts into words, considering the Altmer and Maormer are rival races. He'll probably stick to being a jerk at first, but slowly fall into teasing them. I'll also add some (hypothetical) as to what he would say to a Maormer player:
(First meeting the Maormer)
Taliesin: Well, well, well. A Maormer? Haven't seen your kind for a few centuries. Tell me, how did your people's alliance with Potema go? Not well, but the looks of things. (chuckles) But then again, here you stand! I'm almost impressed. (dryly) Almost.
Taliesin: Hmm, something smells a bit fishy. I wonder what that could possibly - Oh wait, you're here!
Taliesin: You're looking a little green around the gills? Get it? Because you're....(mumbles) Nnn, never mind.
(During a rainstorm)
Taliesin: Well now, look at you! You're practically shimmering. It's...lovely actually.
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Miles, about to pass out: hi gongeous. can i have a largemedium fry. sauce
The cashier who isn’t getting paid enough for this: if i let you in the back could you make it yourself?
#he’s about to pass out from just being up and fighting all night and the first thing he does is get that medium fry sweet & sour sauce#honestyl yeah actually. i’d let him back there and take pics just to show my friends later like ‘yooo’#they put the little worker’s apron and hat on his too lmao#miles morales#spiderman#spider man
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YANGZHOU HONEYYYYYYY 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖
Everyone go check out the new trailer for the next event!!! The quality this time is (chef kiss) b e a u t i f u l
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#am sad that event stories don't get voiced in global but!!!!#my boy!!! is going to be in it!!!!!#yangzhou honeyyyyyyyyy#also yusheng sounds very weird at first but gets progressively better as the vid goes on#this is probs the best trailer so far VA wise#the voices this time are chef kiss magnificient#sweet sour whitebait sound so sus but he's so adorable jdkdjdkdnd#thank goodness he's a free event sr#come here baby pspsppsps#tale of food#the tale of food#▪︎ thoughts
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#i hate myself#i used to see this guy on and off back in uni and 2020 was the last time we got together#we called it off bc his mom was a nurse working with covid patients and my mom was immunocompromised#and we both were only allowed to see one person outside our household during lockdown#and clearly it couldn't be eachother#anyway we decided to break it off and reconnect once covid died down he even gave me a funny little present with a card#and the card said 'just some things as sweet as you' and they were all sour and bitter candies 😭#anyway restrictions died down and the motherfucker reached out to me first but had a fucking girlfriend?????#i was pissed but whatever#anyway i just decided to check his socials see what's up maybe connect again#idk i'm bored#and the fucker proposed yesterday#so like that's great#i'll just be sad and lonely and he can have his straight little fantasy
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Ghost decides after one blind date that you're going to be his.
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Simon isn't used to dating. A quick hook up in the loo, sure. A drunken one night stand? He's had too many of those to count. But proper courting? Hell, it's been years, maybe a decade, since he's taken a bird out on an actual date.
It's probably going to be a disaster, but he gave Johnny his word he'd go out with his bird's best friend, so he can't back out now. He'll just have to grit his teeth and power through it.
His sour outlook for the evening is forgotten the second he sees you walk in with Johnny's bird. You're no tipsy tart on the pull, like the birds he's used to dealing with. You're a proper lady, dolled up nice for your date with him. It makes his chest feel tight when he gets a good look at your pretty face and nervous little smile.
His usual gruff manner is obviously not going to fly with you, so he quickly tries to recall the mannerisms he's seen his captain use around women. He gets to his feet with Johnny when the two of you reach the table, trying his best to look less intimidating.
Johnny introduces the two of you, and Simon melts inside when he takes your soft little hand in his for the first time. His brain goes fuzzy, dark eyes glazing over, and he's not sure what he says when he greets you, but it earns him a smile.
"It's really nice to meet you, Simon," are the first words you say to him.
Your voice is soft and sweet, and the way you say his name? Oh, he's gonna need to hear more of that, and often.
For the first time in a long time, Simon's worried about what someone thinks of him. He's worried he'll put you off with his harsh manner. So, he minds his words and gentles his tone. He slows his steps to match your pace and tucks your small hand at his elbow to keep you close and safe. He's holding doors and pulling out your chair. He compliments your dress and hair.
And when your heel catches on the sidewalk and you stumble, he doesn't bark a laugh or say something mean, wouldn't bloody dream of it. No, he catches you before you fall, and all that softness in his hands makes something shift in his brain. You're such a fragile little thing, delicate as spun sugar. You need a big nasty mutt like him to protect you, take care of you, and he's more than willing to do the job.
When the date is over, Simon sees you home, and you kiss him on your front stoop. It's not all groping hands and tangling tongues. It's a gentle press of lips, his big hands cradling your face, the sweet intimacy making his eyes flutter shut. He's floating when he finally gets back in his truck and drives himself home.
Instead of going to bed, Simon begins to formulate a plan of strategy. He figures it'll take a few more dates before you invite him into your flat, and several more after that before you invite him into your bed, then eventually into your life. It might take months, even a year or more. That's alright, though. If his years in the military have taught him anything, it's patience.
Simon knows how to play the long game. He'll go at your pace, let you get used to having him around, then make himself indispensable to you. No one will treat you as good, meet your every need and desire the way he will. He won't stop until he is your world, your reason for being. Your everything.
And when enough time has passed, he'll claim you completely as his. He's going to put a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly, then tuck you away safe and sound in one of those cute country cottages he looked up online. You'll be his little missus, and he'll be your tamed beast, keeping his teeth and claws hidden but at the ready.
By the time he arrives at your flat the next evening for your second date, he's already got your engagement ring in his safe at home and the names of your future children picked out.
And when you text him the day after to invite him for dinner, the new name he replaced yours with pops up on his screen.
It says 'Missus Riley', of course.
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tw: HEAVY non con
pervy drug dealer suguru who preys on you cuz youre young n pretty, you’re so unsure but all your friends do it n he promised he’ll be here the whole time for you! ‘sweet thing, ya alright?’ he’d ask when you cough and choke on your spit after your first inhale and he’d smile real wide n creepy when you say you’re fine you wanna keep goin’.
testing the waters after you get real high, too high for your own good honestly, by rubbing up your thigh with comforting words. eventually he gets ballsy enough to lean in and kiss your cheek, ‘oh so cute baby’ he’d murmur when you shy away tellin him you’re uncomfortable with that.
but at this point? you’re really to high to honestly resist him, weak pushes and mumbled words as he scoots closer to you. his hand is ghostin your pretty pink panties and you shudder, trying to clench your thighs around his big hand. you’re cryin at this point, hiccuped sobs and soft pretty little ‘no’s that egg him on.
eventually he’s got his fingers under your panties and for a little thing that’s resisting so much he can’t help but note how wet you’ve gotten. your hand is barely gripping his wrist in a half ass attempt to pull it away, you’re hazy and all you can smell is the sour stench of weed and cigarette smoke wafting from getous clothes. it made you feel sick.
getou’s got his fingers spreading apart your pretty pink pussy, testing the waters as he grazes your clit. getou is usually a mean, rough man, all groping and vulgar words during sex. but you were such a cute little thing, clearly inexperienced and way too high, how could he truly be anything except sickly sweet.
he keeps going then, pressing sloppy kisses to your neck, running his fingers up and down your pretty cunt. ‘i wanna go’, you’d cry out, ‘won’t tell anyone i promise!’ but it’s a little too late for that isn’t it, really? not when he’s this deep, not when he wants nothing more then to see you cum around his fingers. he ignored your pleas, working his middle finger into your tight cunt. and god were you tight. you found a little more of your voice then, wailing in pain as he attempts to get his middle finger knuckle deep inside of you.
‘sweet thing, keep cryin just like that.’ he coos at you, pressing his thumb against your clit. suguru asks if you want another hit then, when you shake your head (as much as you can) he’s already pressing the joint to your lips, fucking his middle finger in and out of you hard making you force an inhale.
getou laughs all mean when you cough again, and after a few moments pass he’s got your pretty little tits exposed pinching your nipples with his free hand. you’re so close to coming around his thick finger, he can feel it in the way you pulse around it. you’re still a sobbing mess, embarrassed at the involuntary moans leaving your lips.
‘gna pee i think!’ you gasp, way too high to understand what was truly happening. getou laughs again, hes got a ruthless pace going, in and out hard as he rubs your clit. when you finally cum it’s the most he’s seen your body moved in a while, you spasm and cry and all he can think is he wonders if you’ll come smoke with him again.
#tw.dark content#geto suguru#jjk suguru#geto suguru smut#jujutsu kaisen#geto suguru x reader#dead dove do not eat#tw.drugging#geto smut#ೃ mars writes !#adults just naive reader ok slay#when i saw dark content i mean it fr
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