#THEY DID THIS ONE FOR MEEEEEEEEEE

[wonsolsoon]

[GOING SEVENTEEN] EP.83 셉셉투어 : 감성 숏폼 여행 (TOUR SEV SEV : Sentimental Short-form Tour)

[dapperrokyuu]

I still really feel for Emma, shes really good as and despite being a character that is an Example of the Circumstances. So much so, that I really hope she does find happiness. Somehow.

[karnalesbian]

Ah fuck dude not like this. My day did not need to get worse in any way and certainly not this way man

[userlaylivia]

@hydesjackiespuddinpop, @clubglee, @tudorgirl, @makeyouminemp3, @cuddlyreader

’cause all I think about is .. a skin in ..is ordinary things to my life don’t hold beside of me

[shroomsnail]

my poor students are soooo confused by cfu/ml calculations. some can barely calculate an average. im not crying

[st4rbwrry]

𝓒𝓡𝓨𝓑𝓐𝓑𝓨.      toji fushiguro.

pt.two for am i baby.

ᰔᩚ . . . 7.1k. fem!reader, lowercase intended, relationship building, baecation, outside sex, fluff, overstim /multiple orgasms, spanks, oral ��� f. ꒱, masturbation, hair pulling, domestication, size difference, daddy kink srry not srry, squirting, intimacyyy, sub / dom, alcohol consumption + heightened pleasure, unprotected, marathon sex lawd, pet names ꒰ baby, angel, girl ꒱, shyness bc toji’s intimidating, rough sex, small asphyxiation kink, dacryphilia, praise, minors aren’t welcomed! reblogs & comments are appreciated!

꒰ 𝑚𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑎’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 ! ꒱ . . .yall i put my foot into this pls love meeeeeeeeee.

“where the fuck did it go?! toji, oh my god!” 

this was the last thing you needed to start off your vacation, being swallowed by a fucking eight-foot snake. while walking through the thick forest of the island the two of you resorted, you and toji decided to start the early afternoon off by gathering fresh fruits and vegetables for brunch. the sunlight barely peeks through the leaves of the large trees surrounding you, providing a cool shade from the hot temperatures. a rustling sound came from above halfway through your search, and low and behold, your eyes came into contact with an enormous viper coiled up in the tree with the damn bananas. your breath immediately catches in your throat as you clutch onto toji’s muscular arm, frightened by the sight. it’s clear you have a phobia he wasn’t aware of. 

“if i knew you were afraid of snakes, i would've never agreed to this.” 

a tiny screech from you makes the big man beside you invert his lips to keep down a laugh. it’s not funny that you’re scared, but the way you cling to him as if he’s supposed to choke slam the reptile cracks him up. “it’s not going to hurt you, babe. it’s in a tree.” 

“how do you know that?! you see how it looked at me? i can’t see where it went.” 

“i think it’s just minding it’s business. if it did want to eat you, i don’t blame him.” 

your frown deepens as you stare at him. “you’re not funny.” 

“i’m just saying you taste good . .” 

“don’t make fun of meeee!” 

“i swear i’m not. i’m trying to stay vigilant for you.” 

just as toji finishes speaking, your gaze falls upon the snake again, your heart skipping a beat as panic finally sets in. you freeze, breath catching in your throat as you stare at the tan reptile in horror.

“t-toji . ." you stammer voice trembling slightly as you reach out to aggressively grab his arm, nails digging into his skin. “it’s there. .” you whisper, your eyes wide with fear as you point towards the creature. “oh my fucking gosh, it's right there!” 

your frantic whisper draws toji to immediately react, his reflexes kicking in as he swiftly assesses the situation. the snake is indeed close by, it’s forked tongue flicking in and out as it tracks your movements slithering between branches, nearly camouflaging. without hesitation, toji wraps his arms around you, pulling your back against his chest and shielding you from potential danger. your eyes remain bulged, almost going into a state of shock. 

“stay close to me. don't look at it,” he orders firmly, his voice deep and authoritative as he stands between you and the serpent. “let's go back to the villa.” 

thankfully, toji managed to lead you back to the villa safely, the fear coursing through your veins such a pain. you hated those goddamn things. you wished they'd all go extinct.

a private villa in riviera nayarit, mexico, was one of the many dream destinations toji was willing to check off your list. surrounded by lush greenery teeming with wildlife and waters as blue as the sky. staying on a cliff top that overlooked the sea, open doors, daybeds on a terrace with a pool. the architecture and decor is stunning. high ceilings and ornate details. when you first arrived, a sense of awe washed over you, feeling like you were daydreaming. the room is filled with natural light, pouring in through the double sliding doors and shining onto the king-sized bed draped in silk sheets and velvet pillows. waves crashing against the shore creating a soothing background melody. it was truly the best gift you’d ever received. 

he wouldn’t tell you the total of anything, simply because you didn’t have to worry. he offered to treat you and that’s exactly what he did. you didn’t know how to repay him. you weren’t the best at receiving expensive gifts. of course liking it, but feeling guilty after. he’d reassured you multiple times that he did it out of his own kindness, and because he likes you. a lot, clearly. your heart calmed down the moment you stepped back into the villa, wanting to cook to get your mind off of it. the only excursion he had booked today was an atv ride and a day out in the food market, so there was plenty of time to unwind. 

“i need a shower,” he announces, nodding your head as you drop your fruits and veggies basket into the sink to prepare to wash them. toji drops his basketball shorts to the ground, pulling his black tee over his head until he's fully naked. 

“i’ll just get started on brunch!” 

you’d been craving a chicken cucumber salad, deciding to prepare that for the both of you since you know your diet is going to be shit from constantly eating out. you had to make a few things to keep your guts somewhat in shape. toji watches you in the kitchen, humming softly and bouncing in your spot as you turn your brain off. he couldn’t help but smile, this sight something he wouldn’t mind seeing every day. the weight of his footsteps is visceral, your body taking a screenshot when you feel his dick suddenly press against the curve of your ass, gasping when his arms wrap around you to rock the two of you side by side. 

“come shower with me.” 

“i, um . .” it's still so new being this intimate with someone who absolutely fucked the daylights out of you only a month ago. 

coaxing you into taking this vacation with him to further get to know each other. he's been busy with work, and you've been panicking over picking outfits and being alone with him for an entire week. that night even after the cameras shut off, he fucked you a good two more times before saying his goodbyes the following morning. so since then it’s just been facetime calls or small pop-ups where he'd bring a bouquet of flowers and fruits. even send you dinner when your days are too long and you've worked your ass off to afford the luxury studio you reside in. after everything, he still intimidates you. 

your chest begins to burn with anxiousness, gasping again when he lays open-mouthed kisses along your neck, his body practically swallowing yours from the significant size difference. his dick jumps against your backside, and you can’t help but moan from the feeling of his tongue gliding along your sensitive spot. his masculine scent enraptured you. 

“i'm hungry.”

“mhm, so am i.” 

you giggle lightly. “for food. i want food.” 

toji takes the hint and releases you, taking a step back as he recounts the feeling of your erratic heartbeat against his arm. his steel gray eyes rake your body from head to toe before chuckling. 

“you gotta week with me, baby. it's your decision to keep your legs closed if you want.” 

“that a threat?” 

“i didn't say that,” he smirks. 

his heavy footsteps hit along the floorboards as he chuckles and makes his way towards the open bathroom. you distract yourself by prepping the ingredients for your meal. slicing cucumbers and red onions into a glass serving bowl. the wooden cutting board you chopped along echoed loudly with each cut, your mind fading to thoughts as you listen to the shower running.

he’s rinsing away any lingering traces of sweat and dirt as he lathered himself in soap, hot water cascading over his built frame. you try your hardest not to watch, the kitchen island you used to chop at your food directly facing the glass shower. his body confines such a large space. your eyes roaming over his broad shoulders and strong arms covered in droplets and dark ink making your mouth go dry involuntarily. shifting in your spot even as you recall the feel of him pressed against you. flashbacks hitting you altogether. 

as toji continues to shower, he becomes increasingly aware of your attention on him, catching a peek to see you approaching where he stood. body moving without your say. he finds himself unable to fully repress the sensual pleasure that comes from being observed, dick swelling further as he realizes how intimate the situation has become. he lets out a soft groan, pushing deeper into the stream of water pouring down from above, trying to stay respectful to you. 

he knows you've been nervous about having sex with him again, not entirely sure why considering he’s had you in every position imaginable. but he wasn’t one to pressure you into it. if you wanted him, you could take him. he didn’t care. booking this trip wasn’t about that anyways. he wanted to spend time with you and get to know you further because he caught feelings unintentionally fast. things like that usually don’t happen for him, so when it did, he acted quick to show that person that he’s worth having. 

“don't just stare, get in here.” 

a jolt of arousal flows through your body, hesitating for a moment before deciding to stop being a pussy. using your thumbs, you hook them within the elastic band of your skims shorts to slowly drag down your legs, discarding the matching top along with it. biting your bottom lip, you watch as toji’s eyes sharpen as he glares at you, skin bare, hair flowing beautifully around you in dark curls. the freckles cast along your t-zone and thick, pouty lips he needed in his mouth desperately. taking a step forward, the cold stones beneath your feet make you jump, needing to get closer to the water to feel the heat. the steam envelops you instantly, droplets of water clinging onto your skin like tiny diamonds, nipples hardening under the cool air blowing in from outside. 

he goes to grab your face with both of his hands, moaning as he instinctively thrusts his hips forward, a squeak coming from you as his dick nudges against your mound. he groans, dark hair damp along his face, the water beating hard on his back as he bends to your level to aggressively connect your mouth with his. your eyes falter shut, gliding your lips to match his pace, toji pushing you up against the shower wall, the water streaming between where you two meet, kissing hard, almost suffocating as you gulp down the water. his hands are all over you, squeezing at your hips, then your ass to lift you closer so his dick slides between your thighs, brushing your clit. 

“let's focus on showering,” you giggle nervously, trying to catch your breath and pull away, but a hand around your throat pulls you back. 

“yeah, let's stop pretending.” 

you whimper in his mouth as he goes to kiss you again, this time it’s more passionate. rushing his tongue over yours slowly as he grips at your hips, rolling his forward. he goes to take both of your wrists to pin them above your head, locking you still with one hand before he’s lowering his head to suck on your neck. tongue brushing your warm skin and following with hard kisses. the ache between your thighs pursuing, unable to control your hips from rocking, moaning pathetically. toji decides to press his advantage, moving his mouth to your chest where he fondles and puts your tits in his mouth, sucking with a heavy groan. 

your body visibly trembles beneath his touch, and it only serves to drive him on further. he releases his mouth, and with one hand gripping your hip firmly, he reaches between your thighs with the other and starts stroking your puffy clit carefully at first, building up speed as he feels how wet you've become, soon slipping in his middle and ring finger to fuck you open. 

“goddamn, girl. you’re so tight. and pretty,” he looks down at you pinned against the wall, a mixture of desire and dominance etched onto his face. toji knows that he's taken control of this situation, and he relishes in the power he has over you right now. arching shockingly into his touch, the sensation makes your stomach flutter. 

“baby, no f-fair,” you stutter, crying out with your nails digging into his shoulders as you meet each of his powerful strokes with your own eager movements.

“how? you fuckin’ them back,” toji taunts with a smirk, rubbing against that sweet spot that instantly makes your nails dig into the back of his thick thigh. the squelch of your pussy echoes soundly in the area, fingers thick and fucking you good. clenching and keeping them deep within you. 

toji brushes his lips over yours, giving you a rough kiss before grunting in your face, forehead against yours. “let me taste your pussy.” 

you’ve come this far, so you might as well see it through. you nod your head in approval, trailing your hand up the side of his neck before brushing them through the damp coils of his hair, attempting to lower his face with need. he pulls you close to him by the backs of your thighs, taking a seat on the shower floor, your hand on top of his damp head to lower his face and gazing up at you with lidded eyes. lifting your right leg, he sets your foot on his shoulder, instantly dropping his mouth open to latch onto your throbbing clit as you roughly tug at his scalp. 

his heavy tongue sweeps over your cunt with tenacity, jaw widening to suck you entirely into his mouth, your moans vibrating in his ears like broken symphonies. you hold his head still to shift your hips and fuck his face, his salvia mixing with your arousal as he slurps and pulls on your clit with his soft lips, releasing with a pop before he’s raising your thigh higher to sink his tongue into you. lapping up all the juices that have accumulated there due to your arousal. toji’s other hand reaches around to grip your ass cheek, pulling you even closer against him so that there’s no chance of escape. 

his large frame takes up most of the space ensuring your safety, unworried of slipping. plus the rocks have pretty good support. he keeps your pussy firmly locked between his lips as he drops a hand to stroke his dick out of aching need, precum dribbling down its length. growling in pleasure, he takes his fingers to stuff back into you briefly, your gasps and whines make his dick jump as he uses your slick to lubricate his dick, gasping from the interaction. you’ve got him ridiculously turned on. 

“t-toji, babe—g’na cum. tongue feels s’good,” toji’s throbs within his fist he pumps roughly as he moans into your pussy. you listen to his hand connect wetly with his thighs, whimpering from it all. 

“good girl, give it to me,” his deep voice rumbles with fervor, tugging on his hair to anchor him in place so that he doesn't pull away from your cunt too soon. as he pounds into his palm relentlessly, toji’s eyes close tightly as he loses himself in the moment, letting out deep grunts of pleasure with each stroke.

you pant and gasp heavily, cumming in his mouth as he spanks you repeatedly, crying out his name and grinding on his face. body shaking from the intense orgasm he wrung out of you. it happens the same moment toji cums in his palm, groans overlapping yours as ropes of white splurt out and covers his knuckles. the view above him has his thighs tightening, your tits pressed to the glass wall making him stroke the head of his dick with a hiss, leaning his head back against the wall with awe. 

“you’re so goddamn pretty,” he murmured with ragged breaths, looking up with half-lidded eyes filled with desire and submission.

‎               𐦍 

hours pass after your fun in the shower, both deciding to forget about the brunch you planned to make and getting dressed to head out to explore the community. it began raining pretty heavily, getting a call from the atv company stating that they weren’t allowing people to ride today, and ensuring that you could come tomorrow. you weren’t pressed about it, wanting to have a chill day with him anyways. it’s dark out, but colorful lights are bright as toji leads you through the maze of streets and vendors, pointing out different ranges of food and drinks along the way. you stop at various stands, trying street food and drinks together, sharing laughs and intimate moments amidst the chaos of the busy marketplace.

you reach up to grab on to toji’s arm, pulling yourself closer to his side as you weave through the lively atmosphere. you loved the feeling of being protected by such a big, strong man. especially in such a chaotic environment where anything could happen. you savor every moment of your adventure, soaking up the sights, sounds, and flavors of mexico. you feel like you’re living in a dream, surrounded by toji’s protection and endearment. you don’t know if he caught on to it, quite frankly you were the only person on his mind, but lots of women stared at the two of you with envy and jealousy. women eyeing toji’s muscular frame and towering presence. it makes you feel proud and possessive, knowing that everyone is envious of what you have.

"i love this," you whisper to toji, leaning against him for support as you navigate through the crowd toward your next destination.

he smiles down at you, brushing the side of your face with his big hand before kissing your forehead. the two of you find a nearby restaurant, deciding to sit outside since the weather was nicer after clearing up. he had ordered you a strawberry daiquiri, which you drank in under five minutes, ordering another one while he sipped on his whiskey. the two of you hold hands across the table as you search through the menu, music playing loudly in the background, your body moving in the seat to the beat, the liquor finally catching on to you. 

“you’re such a damn lightweight,” toji shakes his head as he chuckles in enjoyment, watching you dance.

shaking your head, you giggle from the tipsy feeling you’re getting, staring lovingly into his eyes as you lean in closer. “they were sooo good though. i kind of want another one.”

“not until after you eat something. you only had churros and elote, sweetheart,” he protests, eyes skimming the menu. stomach leaning toward steak tacos.

“boo, you’re no fun!” you wave him off, attempting to break free from his hold until he’s using his strength to keep your palms interlocked, your body nearly yanking across the table from his strength, persistent on touching you.

toji grins, gently scratching the scar on the side of his mouth with his thumb. "mhm, you won’t be saying that when you’re whining about you being nauseous.”

“but you’ll take care of me, right, daddy,” the punctuation on the pet name had his jaw tightening, chuckling under his breath.

toji studies you, the curly updo you'd done exposing your round face so well, the baby blue of your strapless maxi dress accentuating your curves deliciously. the color radiating on your skin. white sandals on your bubble bath french toes. light makeup, only adding white to your waterline, dark liner on your full lips, and glitter over your matching blue eyeshadow and your body. you're truly his angel. toji rubs his thumb over the zodiac tattoo on your hand, lifting your hand to kiss your skin, smelling your vanilla scent.

“i always take care of you. you know that.”

your heart flutters at the gesture, feeling the blush in your cheeks.

"what? nothin' to say," he teases.

"shut it, i'm thinking," you pout.

"yeah? you thinkin'?" you screech when toji reaches around to grip the leg of your chair, holding on to his bicep while giggling wholeheartedly. he drags you to sit beside him, sliding his hand up the side of your soft face to bring it closer to his own.

"what are you doing," you whisper.

"taking care of you," he rubs the back of your neck soothingly before placing a rough kiss there, practically swallowing your neck.

he repeats on the other side before hovering his lips over yours, steel gray eyes intense before he wetly kisses you, the sound echoing between you two. you moan from the feel, the liquor making the feeling between your legs no better.

"so perfect," he mumbles, giving you one more kiss and pulling away. "you having fun, baby?"

"wha—huh?" you blink, his question coming random. the way he makes you feel is truly indescribable.

"the trip so far. its what you wanted, right? even with me?" it's serious the way he says it, wanting a genuine response.

"oh, yes, mhm hmm. of course i am. i really couldn't be more grateful."

"i know you're grateful, what i want to know is if you enjoy being with me," he clarifies.

his eyes are low as he stares at you as if he's nervous to hear what you say. he's the biggest teddy bear. you smile softly, running your fingers though his dark hair. "yes, toji—i do. love spending time with you a lot. and i think we've been connecting really well. you're really funny, and sexy, also so sweet, protective and all. just everything i want in a man, honestly. i’ve been having the best time here with you."

toji nods graciously. “i'm happy to hear that. you're an amazing woman, extremely beautiful with the biggest personality. and i’ve been enjoying myself as well. i see myself being with you.” 

"awe, you're such a cutie patootieee," toji groans as you kiss all over his face with an exaggerated 'muah muah'.

"don't call me that."

"muffin baby? teddy bear? baby boo?"

"nah," he laughs hard, shaking his head.

there was an item on the menu for couples that seemed to be a tourist special. when the waiter came out, there was an assortment of carne asada tacos plated on a heart-shaped wooden board with red roses planted in the middle along with a singular candle. you gasp in awe, squealing as you clap and immediately pull out your phone to document the memory. you glow in happiness, and it makes his heart warm.

you equally enjoy your food, almost moaning after every bite, ordering more drinks, and laughing in each other’s faces. the later it got, the more people arrived, a few couples dancing together within the brick road to sensual tunes. your tummy is full. toji pays the bill before helping you stand from your seat, kissing your face before grabbing a glass of water and forcing you to sip some for balance.

“drink some, don’t argue,” he holds the straw to your pouty lips, not wanting the buzz to lay off. you in fact ordered another daquiri.

huffing, you wrap your lips around the straw, holding onto his arm as you stare up at him past your lashes. toji ignores the rush of heat that pools into his abdomen from the way you look at him, glancing between your tits where your necklace swings as you swallow your water down until the glass is empty.

"gotta pee," you grumble.

"mhm, let's go."

toji secures your hand and walks you to the women’s bathroom, standing outside of the door for your safety and privacy. when your done, toji comes in to wash his hands before the two of you head back out, the area bustling.

"c'mere," toji's voice is hoarse as he pulls you with him to the middle of the street along with the other couples, wrapping an arm around your waist to press you close to his chest while his other sits low on your back.

"you can dance?" you raise your brow, his hands sliding up underneath your arms to entwine your fingers in the air, both arms raised as he chuckles deeply from your stunned face.

“just follow the beat, dance on me.”

deciding to just be in the moment, you begin to roll your hips to the loud thump of the beat, his larger frame tugging you along in circles. toji begins humming and singing in your ear, sending shivers down your spine, and making your nipples unexpectedly harden beneath your dress. the alcohol in both of your systems making you equally sensitive. toji loses himself in you and the music, swaying gently.

“when the hell you learn spanish?” you say quietly, caught between embarrassment and arousal as his hands roam over your body sensually, moving closer to him and matching his movements.

“went to trade school in barcelona.”

as he continues to dance with you, toji's hands wander lower, subtly squeezing and massaging your ass over your dress. occasionally, he bites lightly on your neck or earlobe, leaving you gasping, face definitely hot. the sensation of his large palms gripping your ass makes you moan, arching your back slightly, pressing your breasts more firmly against his chest as you lose yourself in the rhythm of the music and the intoxicating closeness of embrace.

it wasn't anything out of the ordinary considering other couples were doing the exact same thing, the sensuality of touches and connection evident. your own hands slide up toji's muscular back tight in his black t-shirt, nails digging lightly into his skin as you cling to him, tilting your head to give him better access to your neck, a soft moan escaping as he nips and kisses the sensitive skin there.

you turn in his arms, grinding your ass back against him, hips swaying seductively to the rhythm. your hands reach back to grab hold of his thighs, pulling him even closer until there's barely any space between you. in that moment, you can feel the hardness of his dick on you, toji groaning in your ear, both of you desperate to leave at this point.

"let's head back."

everything happened so fast. toji called for a car and the two of you tried your absolute hardest not to be obnoxiously inappropriate in the backseat. literally grinding, unnoticeably to the driver, in your seat as he clasps your neck and kissed you, equally intoxicated. 

“ima fuck you so bad,” toji grumbles as he kisses behind your ear, his heavy palm keeping your legs closed while he smooths his hand up and down. 

you giggle almost helplessly, raving in his infatuation for you, feeling like lovedrunk strangers. the thrill of withholding your passion in the backseat of an uber in a foreign country felt scandalous. a breath of air is released from you once you step into your villa, toji guiding you up the stairs so you don’t slip. the quietness of your home gives you goosebumps, the sober part of you realizing that it really is just the two of you. swallowing, you attempt to lessen your anxiety by distracting your brain. 

“ahh, come get meeee!” toji watches darkly as you screech loudly after removing your sandals, rushing out towards the terrace where the infinity pool resided, needing the fresh air since you felt so hot. 

taking a seat on the sunlounger, you turn your back to the brooding, intimidating man. heart thumping in your chest from the ominous silence as he approaches you. it felt like a replay of your first time. smiling like an idiot when you smell his cologne, staring ahead at the trees that blow in the warm air, the scent of the ocean comforting. his fingers graze your skin, and you try not to jump from his gruff voice directly by your ear. 

“why you runnin’ from me?” toji stands up straight, pressing your back to him, feeling the fabric of his dark jeans on your skin along with the imprint of his dick. your mouth begins to water. 

“told you to catch me,” you roll your neck back, whimpering when his hand goes to tighten around your throat, his body leaning over slightly to slide his hand down your chest, pulling down the top of your dress. 

you whimper from the air blowing on your skin, perfume flowing and nipples perk. he wants you so damn bad. “nah, be honest, baby. you still nervous?” 

you bite your lip from his harsh fondles at your tits, tracing down to your stomach while you heave. 

“huh? answer me, ꒰♡꒱.”

“mhm,” you groan, face going hot, not wanting to answer. “it’s stupid.” 

“what’s stupid?” now toji’s picking you up so your knees sit on the chair, keeping his chest against your back as he brushes his lips along your collarbone, leaving wet kisses that make you grind your ass back on to him. 

“it’s just—” you pause, toji’s lips on your jaw as he pulls your dress up to your stomach, moaning when he digs his fingers into the flesh of your hips, snapping the fabric of your panties on your skin. 

“just what, keep talkin’ to me,” you try to catch your breath, toji slowly pulling them down to the middle of your thighs just so he can touch your clit, a string of your juices disconnecting from the lace.

he kept his chin on your shoulder, letting you fall back into his hold while he reached to stimulate your clit, rough fingers being as gentle as possible as he rubbed your clit in circles, spreading your legs further, pleasure consuming you. your knees buckle momentarily, your sensitivity shockingly high. 

“it’s scary,” you moan, dipping your hips low into his palm, his fingers collecting your slickness by sinking them into you, your hand coming to grip the wrist that’s moving as he slips in and out. 

“what’s scary, angel?” as he’s fucking you knuckle deep with two fingers, guiding him as he does it while thrumming your clit with his thumb, you can hear the metal of his belt clink as he unravels the heavy leather.

“y-you—ah,” he goes to tangle his hand within your hair, creating a sturdy grip as he exposes your neck by pushing you down to arch your back.

toji slings his leg over the chair so he’s positioned right behind you, removing his fingers to trail up the side of your thigh and up to your hip where he squeezes then molds the flesh of your ass up to your waist. 

“i need a straight answer, ꒰♡꒱.” 

your thighs almost clamp shut in surprise from his dick rubbing in between, collecting the wetness within your folds, slowly rocking forward while keeping your head back by your hair. his mouth goes back on your throat, sucking and biting feverishly. 

whining from his teasing, you go to close your legs to add pressure to your clit and to feel him better as he rubs your pussy with only his dick. a hard swat on your ass makes you pause, whimpering and grinding back with impatience. toji pulls himself off of you entirely, smacking your ass once again before he’s situating himself underneath you, your thighs on either side of his head with his eyes on yours. he hits you again. tearing the lace panties off from your thighs, too impatient to move you again just to remove them.

“c’mon, come tell daddy,” he’s pushing you to sit on his face, your dainty fingers tangling within the midnight tresses of his hair to snag. 

blowing a raspberry, your hips stutter from his brutal kisses along your skin. planting open mouthed kisses along your inner thighs up to the side of your hips, his thick tongue tasting every sensitive part of you, besides the one you really needed him to. both hands coming up to squeeze at your chest as he licks and sucks right above your clit, tongue just barely grazing it. you were only making this harder for the both of you. he would’ve fucked you twenty minutes ago. 

“babe,” it’s becoming too much for you, trying to force his face closer to your pussy, needing him desperately. “i just need you. more than i’ve ever needed anyone. it’s so—so different with you. you fuck me so good, and i like you so much it scares me.” 

toji stares at you with visible arousal, that turns him on more than you’d ever know. placing his hand on your lower back, you arch forward, tits against the sunlounger and shoving you on his awaiting mouth. your gasp echoes in the night, listening to your slick drip on his tongue mixing his salvia with it as he rushes it along your pulsating clit. you cry, having a deadlock on the top of the chair while falling forward onto his face. his nose is smushed to your tummy, breathing hard as you ride his face drunkenly. 

“ooo, shit daddy,” the squeals emitting from you are so cute he can’t help but spank you again, pushing your ass up to mold to your hips again so he can reach every part of your pussy, bouncing his head up and down, grunting in you. “mhmm, i love how you eat it, baby. love it.” 

his lips wrap around your clit to suck hard, pulling her free and slurping you up all around, tongue eventually sliding into your warm hole where the sweetness intensified, only making him greedier. 

“fuck, angel,” he sputters against your pussy, mouth enclosing repeatedly on your clit while he pushed your ass forward so you can properly fuck his tongue. 

you lift your right leg to balance it beside his head, rotating your waist and inching further down on his tongue, eyes squeezing shut with your mouth agape. “toji—yesss. ooh, that’s it baby.” 

a hiccup falls from you, whimpering as you grind on his face, feeling your orgasm approach. you push harder against him, encouraging him to go faster and deeper with his thrusts. he’s fucking you with his tongue like he’d fuck you for real. curling and dipping it deep, swallowing all of your cum. with trembling legs, you watch as he wraps his arm around your waist while holding your thigh to the side of his face, slightly sitting up to kiss sloppily at your pussy faster. jaw clenching the wider he dropped his mouth open to taste you, moaning roughly. 

your toes curl as you cum in his mouth, unable to speak, only breathe after a few seconds of silent but heavy breathing. you cry out, fisting his black hair and rocking a few more times just to keep feeling his tongue on you. 

“fuckin’ good girl,” toji gruffs, smacking your ass again before he's lifting up both of your weights, putting you back on your knees so he can crouch behind you. 

he makes you lay fully on your knees, your cheek on the chair with your ass high up. holding on to either side of the furniture, you weakly smile up at him as he removes his jeans, placing one foot up as he comes behind you, kissing up your spine which makes you arch into your knees, shuddering. 

“you’re such a crybaby, y’know that?” his buff right arm comes to lock around your neck, kissing your cheek before reaching for his dick, rubbing the tip up and down your slit and finally to both of your praise, sinking into you. 

his enormous body looms above you, lowering himself on your ass, straddling your thighs and holding onto the edge of the lounge chair for extra balance. your whines are extremely loud, nails digging into his forearm that chokes you, his heavy dick fucking you deep. 

“you’re so damn adorable, i love handling you,” with every thrust he’s grunting by your face, his sharp hips hitting the flesh of your ass, recoiling from every harsh pound. “did all that shit jus’ to tell me you like fuckin’ me. you like being ‘round me. i told you that shit earlier, angel.”

your pussy’s throbbing so badly for him, tiny squeals pouring from you as his thick dick engulfs you, toji fucking you faster the more noises you make. they drive him insane, driving his dick deep, strokes steady but rough. his big body trapping you beneath him, strong muscles encasing you.

“ooo, f—uck baby,” you gasp for air as toji tightens his grip around your neck, your vision going blurry, eyes rolling into the back of your skull from how good he’s fucking you right now. the minor strangulation courses through your body and aims right for your clit, his voice by your ear and his heavy drops making you lose your mind.  

your hands claw at the fabric of the sunlounger, gripping onto it tightly as toji fucks you, dick sinking into your pussy over and over again. each thrust sends waves of pleasure rippling through your core, intensifying the sensations already coursing through your veins.

“let daddy know if he’s too rough.” 

toji’s voice becomes more primal, his words becoming indiscernible as he focuses solely on driving his dick into your quivering pussy, breathing erratically. 

“fuck no, want you rougher,” you grin sheepishly, slurring your words. 

you love how rough he is with you, never holding back when he knows you really need it. begging for it will give it to you every time. every slap of skin on skin, every grunt and groan from toji sends another wave of ecstasy crashing through your body again, clenching and pulling on his dick as if he’d let go. toji hisses, releasing his arm from your neck to spank your ass.

“yes baby, yes yesyesyes —agh fuck.”

“yeaaa, that’s it, angel. keep cryin’. dick got you cryin’ so good. fuckin’ love that shit. mmmm.” 

your gasps come out like weak shudders, lips quivering as you whine and scream. 

“fuck, girl. you’re so fuckin’ needy,” toji is stunned by how sensitive you are. your cries are a surprise, yet he’s turned on. liquor turning you into the neediest girl. 

toji bends down to give you his face, draping your arm around the back of his neck to keep his skin on your back, the prickles of heat comforting you. lips melding together in a desperate share of pleasure. 

“fuck me more.” 

toji manages to let out a chuckle, slipping his dick out to pull you down, laying you flat on your stomach while he hovers behind you. 

"takin’ that shit like such a good girl, aren't you?”

he starts to move, his hips driving forward relentlessly, his balls slapping on your thighs with each powerful thrust.

“your dicks s’so big, baby,” you whimper, feeling his girth stretching your pussy wide open, “i can’t . . you’re fucking me deep.”

you bite your lip, trying not to scream too loud.

“unh uh, you was doin’ all that screamin’ before. don’t stop that shit, girl,” toji grits his teeth, rolling his hips faster, each stroke hitting your spot with precision. 

the occasional muffled curse words slip out between bitten lips, squirting hard and with every clap of your ass back onto his veiny hips, you cover his abs with your slickness. your legs are shaking, tearing up as you cry and he refuses to let up his rough pivots. 

“f-fuck, baby, you’re mine. you’re mine, daddy,” you declare, teary eyes scrolling back into your head from every harsh pound. nobody else can have him, you fucking refuse. 

“am i yours?” he teasingly asks, sweat building up on his forehead, abdomen fluttering. 

“yes . . you’re mine,” you whisper with a pout, teary eyes scrolling back into your head from every harsh pound.

"i don’t think so, girl,” toji murmurs, his voice disapproving. "doesn’t seem convincing enough.”

“please toji, i’m yours,” you beg, tears streaming down your face as he continues fuck you harder. “yours, baby. yours.” 

your voice is barely above a whisper, words punctuated by gasps and moans as he fucks you senseless. you’re completely broken, utterly submissive to his will. toji laughs at your fervent declaration, feeling a sense of control, knowing you’ve completely given yourself to him. mind, body, and fucking soul. 

"swear it then," his voice firm.

he pulls out briefly before holding your ass apart to slam back inside with harder force than before, fucking himself deeper time and time again. you’re sucking him in so good he can’t help but throw his head back, adam’s apple strong in his throat as he hums, patting the side of your ass to watch you consistently squirt. 

“i swear!” you cried out, your voice breaking as he pounds into you, “i swear ‘m yours! ‘m yourss!” 

"good fuckin’ girl," toji rasps, his voice dripping with lust. "now lemme hear you scream that shit.”

“o-ohh god, toji!” you scream, your voice echoing the surrounding area. 

"that's right. want the whole fuckin’ villa to hear that pretty ass voice fucked out f’me,” toji growls, his voice low and menacing.

“fuck, toji!” you yell, voice raw and hoarse, entire body trembling harder than it ever has, legs going numb. 

you’re close, so fucking close, and you want it—need it, desperately. “tojiiii."

“tell me what you need, angel.” 

you arch your ass up to meet his rhythm, eager for more. toji grunts, picking you up to sit himself up on the chair, laying your back to his chest as he scoots down and holds you up by the backs of your thighs. your palms are flat on his chest behind you, tossing your head back as he fucks up into you, your tits bouncing roughly from every hard, greedy, steady pound. 

“thank you, thank you.”  

your words are punctuated by gasps and moans, toji stretching your pussy open around his girthy shaft. tears stream down your face as you cum for the final time, moaning and grinding your ass down when you notice toji’s getting weaker from rutting in you. his calloused hands are rough on your hips, grinding you back and forth as his eyes scroll back and he cums inside of you, panting heavily and leaning his forehead on your sweaty back. 

“fuck me.” 

toji kisses your back to soothe you, rubbing your stomach and gently laying you on his chest. he almost wants to laugh that you were drifting off to sleep, kissing your face before lifting you up to get you cleaned and put to bed.

© 𝒮𝒯𝟦𝑅𝐵𝒲𝑅𝑅𝒴! all rights reserved. please do not repost, steal, or modify my work simply because it is mine. stealing isn't cute. i'll ruin your life ♡

[starheirxero]

Xero- Xero, I just thought of something- And it's fucking me up BAD- I am in SHAMBLES/POS- ITS HAUNTING ME-

Lunara tore their Eclipse apart from the inside out. They ripped him into pieces. This we know.

And it wasnt enough. It would never be enough.

They told Sun, that it lacked the satisfaction they were hoping for. It "wasn't as fun as they would've liked".

And of course it wasn't. It could never be, really.

Because revenge will never take away the scars left behind. It will never right the wrong.

As Lunar has said, "an eye for an eye makes the world go blind" !

It would never be enough. It would never heal them. And it didn't.

It only made them angrier, more bitter. It caused them to wreck havoc, until eventually, nothing was left. Until even their anger burnt out.

And they still weren't satisfied. They simply grew numb. Their anger, their scars, had eaten them from the inside out, until nothing was left.

But what if this wasn't all?

What if their anger, their self-inflicted madness, came from something else? Something worse even?

Because recently, I remembered Lunar and Eclipse's conversation!

When Lunar and Eclipse talked, and found something akin to mutual ground, Eclipse told Lunar, he was proud of them. Proud because they killed him. Proud because they "finally got it".

And suddenly, something clicked into place for me!

What if Lunara's Eclipse declared his pride for them, just as he drew his last breath?

What if, after an endless cycle of abuse and resets, of deaths, they finally freed themself?

What if they tore him apart, screaming at him? "You did this to me, are you happy? Are you satisfied?"

And what if, in his last moments, when they finally let up and he stopped screaming, he grinned at them through his own remains, telling them "Finally you get it." "You actually made me proud."

What if, even in his last moments, he still looked upon them with condescension? What if he still had that arrogant and smug tone in his voice? What if, even in death, he would not let them go?

Because god, of course this would be the final straw.

They thought, they finally ripped themself free from his control, only for him to tell them, that they became what he wanted them to be.

"You did this to me, are you happy? Are you satisfied?" "I am. You are perfect now, thanks to me."

Even in death, he has complete and utter control over them. Because they are exactly what he wanted them to be.

Maybe it drove them to insanity, as they destroyed everything in their path.

Maybe they tried to be worse because of it.

Maybe, by the time Earth meets them, they reached acceptance. Accepting, that they will never be free from his grasp.

Maybe, a small, twisted part of them felt happiness at the prospect of Eclipse's pride.

Whatever they might've felt, one thing is perfectly clear.

He will always haunt them, always haunt their narrative. He will always be the ghost looking over their shoulders, keeping a tight hold on their strings. They will never find peace in this life.

-Stardust

STARDUST I'M GUNNA SHAKE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I can't even BEGIN with how many DISEASES THIS IS GIVING ME. HOLY SHIT.

That fits in so perfectly with what we already know about Lunara I can't OVER IT. OF COURSE HIS SMUG SATISFACTION WOULD MAKE MATTERS SO MUCH WORSE. OF COURSE HIS LAST WORDS BEING THAT THEY PLAYED DIRECTLY INTO HIS HANDS WOULD PUSH THEM TO THEIR LIMIT. OF COURSE. OF COURSE!!!!!

AND THE IDEA OF THERE STILL BEING AN INKLING OF JOY FROM THAT AHHHHHHHHHH AHAHAUAHAGAHAGSJSG STARDUST YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO MEEEEEEEEEE HOLY SHIT

Being so utterly torn up inside because they finally got to kill Eclipse but he said he was proud of them for finally getting it but that's not the response they wanted but that validation has been something they've craved for such a long time but they don't want it anymore but they can't help it BUT— AUAGAHAGAHHH!!!!!!!!!

THIS IS GUT WRENCHING. THIS IS GUNNA HAUNT ME. I'M ADOPTING THIS INTO MY BELIEF SYSTEM ASAP ABDKWBJSDH

[meowmeowriley]

Have a list of everything I've got on AO3! (And a few things I don't yet)

Current WIPS on AO3

Little Meow Meow - Emo catboy!Ghost can't die. Let's rewrite the games!

Poké-Pandemonium - Pokémon, COD, and secretsssssss. I've worked hard to make this fic welcoming to Pokémon fans and non-Pokémon fans alike ❤

More Than Just Loose Ends - after 09 Ghost dies he wakes up again, as an ethereal being that only 22 Ghost can see. Can we call him a guardian angel if he's actually a bloodthirsty psychopath?

Oh, Brother - An outsider POV of Ghost and Soap getting together, told through the eyes of their siblings. Now a series!

I Don't Think We're in Space Anymore - An alien crash lands in Mexico, and Price and Laswell decide to give it a mask and a gun. That alien is Ghost.

Was tHat thE BiTe oF 22 - FNAF, but with COD characters. Lot's of child death, but like it's fine, they possess the animatronics! They're totally fine.

Be Kind, Rewind - Ghost gets de-aged. He's still Ghost. In theory, this could be greatness! A soldier with his experience in a younger, more virile body. He's now young, not really dumb, and full of cum! (Provided he can convince Soap to sleep with him, that is.)

Current WIPS confined to my notes app

Duo Fatui - An Unus Annus tribute. Soap is Unus, Ghost is Annus. Rewriting my favorite episodes/moments with the boys in place of Mark and Ethan.

Is That Gonna be a Problem? - Simon met Johnny and Jenny, twins, as a kid. On leave in Glasgow, he reconnects with his childhood friends. Post Roba, Pre 141

Cohabitation - Simon Riley died and came back. Twice. His corpse was resurrected as a zombie, and his spirit remains as a ghost that possesses said corpse. Ghost!Ghost and Zombie!Ghost, and the 141 finding out about their odd situation.

Lost a Bet - Ghost lost a bet with Gaz, and Gaz gets to design Ghost's next mask. Ghost now has to wear the cat themed mask for a month. During that time he bonds with the stray cats around base.

Outlaw Outta Time - a COD and RDR2 crossover. The boys accidentally go back in time while looking for Graves, and get tangled up in the Van der Lind gang's shenanigans. A fix it for Arthur (side ships include Ale/Rudy and Arthur/Albert Mason)

??? - Unnamed fic about trans!Ghost dropping hints that he's trans, and Soap who thought he was straight having the most confusing crush on his lieutenant. They fuck about it.

??? - Unnamed fic about a rescue mission to save Elizabeth. Johnny thinks she's Ghost's girlfriend, she is not. She's his dog. Ghost is aware of the miscommunication, and does absolutely nothing to correct it, because it's funny.

??? - Unnamed fic about Ghost and Soap getting sucked into our world a la Supernatural's The French Mistake. They have to pretend to be Samuel and Neil until they figure out how to get home.

I also have a collection of completed One-shots! MMR's One-Shots

I'm desperate for interaction! Did a fic catch your eye? Have questions, comments, or concerns? Is there something you'd like me to write? Talk to meeeeeeeeee!!!!!

[xylomilo]

Karaoke Night with CoD characters

NSFW accounts, pls don’t interact :3 !!

Price

Fan of the classics, he’ll probably sing the first song that comes to mind.

Goth. I just think it’d be silly.

Avid Insane Clown Posse fan. I won’t elaborate.

Not that good to be famous but good enough to make you go “DAMN”.

Definitely a troublemaker back in high school and went to clubs underaged, which is how he learned to sing.

Will start infodumping on bands in the middle of karaoke.

Gaz

Big fan of old musicals (cats and phantom of the opera) and pop.

“TOOOOOUCCCHHHH MEEEEEEEE ITS SO EASY TO LEAVE MEEEEEEEEEE” 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

Gets really into the song and is actually good at singing.

Probably planned to be a theatre kid if the military didn’t work out (real)

Does the club penguin dance if he thinks he did good, otherwise he just stands there like a statue for a couple secs

Soap

Pop fan, listens to Marina and the Diamonds on repeat

Belting his heart out to Primadonna Girl

Is really good at singing but pretends to be bad because he thinks it’s funny (court jester shit)

Gets competitive during karaoke and will do singing battles with others (Gaz, Farah, and Alejandro are the only ones who accept)

Does a silly little dance during instrumental breaks in songs

Ghost

Tequila song, Mitski, or pop. They don’t know what he’ll pick but they will hype him up.

California Girls is his favorite song.

I Bet On Losing Dogs is his second favorite.

Usually doesn’t try during karaoke unless he’s drunk, in which he’s singing his heart out.

“P-pwuyt ur hea,d on N my,:; sshwouUlderr…. h *sobs*:Fwy me to twe Moon... ...and wet me pway among the Staws...”

Farah

Doesn’t listen to a lot of music cuz she’s too busy beating the hell out of Russians so she choses the first song she recognizes.

Average singing but is really competitive so you bet your ass she’s singing her heart out.

Fan of Hatsune Miku. Can’t speak Japanese so she’s mumbling lyrics until she finds a word she can say (same)

“BITTER CHOCO DECORATION *mumbling* BITTER CHOCO DECORATION”

She has two hands, one for Alex and one for Hatsune Miku.

Alex

His music is all over the place so no one knows what the hell he’s going to sing.

The spectrum is Cupcakke to My Chemical Romance. Everyone is fearing for their life.

Average singing cuz he sings in the shower (same)

Sang Cupcakke once. Never again. (He got embarrassed when he found out he had to moan(idk how to explain it))

Does a small dance when he’s singing.

Alejandro

Traditional Spanish songs. Sometimes pop or rock.

Bro is singing his heart out and gets really into it.

Above average singing. (It’s because he serenades Rudy every night)

Sings El Tango de Roxanne and ends up getting on his knees during the chorus. 

“WHYYYYYYY DOES MY HEAARRTTTTT CRYYYYY????” “Ale, get the fuck up.” “Okay.”

Rudy

People think he’s going to sing some pop song.

He sings rock and metal instead.

Specifically sings Kingslayer by Bring Me The Horizon ft Babymetal (Alejandro)

Death metal screams and then looks at the others like “did i do good? :3”

The others are shitting and crying and shaking (except for Alejandro and Soap; Soap knew that Rudy was a bit feral)

Extra: König

Tequila.

He will miss the cue because he’s so terrified.

Gets embarrassed when everyone laughs but he ends up getting food so it’s okay.

Usually spectating and making sure Horangi doesn’t get drunk.

Listens to Ayesha Erotica. I’m not elaborating.

[scattered-winter]

choose violence 3 7 and 19 for 911 and 12 and 23 for voltron 🥰

3: screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

oh my GOD ok hang on i remember having a hate session with leo in dms about this one it was a DOOZY.

i DISTINCTLY remember complaining to leo last year about this one because like?????????? in a relationship wouldn't both people need to choose and be chosen????????????? doesn't everyone need to feel loved and chosen by the people they love??? like idk the way the fandom tends to turn buck into a big wet eyed baby who has never known love once in his life really drives me nuts. but the really funny thing is that the episode with the grave scene (in which buck says "i feel like [natalia] really sees me" and eddie gives him a look that much of the fandom has interpreted as heartbreak) came out a few months after this take was being passed around, and everybody IMMEDIATELY flipped and was like "wait no......eddie needs to be chosen and buck needs to choose....." like lmfao you guys are almost there. keep thinking i'm sure you'll get there in another few months. anyway i still look back on this and chuckle sometimes because it is truly beyond parody

7: what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

buck unfortunately. see above statement about how fandom tends to turn him into a big wet eyed baby who has never known love once in his life.

19: you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

im kind of mad that buddie actually slams like the fandom is so annoying sometimes that i really want to hate the ship but then the 4x14 shooting scene happens and i just. i just cant hate it. why does it go so hard.

12: the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

CORAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHY DOESN'T ANYBODY TALK ABOUT HIM HE'S LITERALLY EVERYTHIGN TO ME. HE'S A GENOCIDE SURVIVOR AND HE CARRIES SO MUCH GRIEF AND LOSS WITH HIM AND IF ANYTHIGN HE HAS JUST AS MUCH PRESSURE AS SHIRO DOES TO BE THE "ADULT" IN THE GROUP BUT HE TRIES TO MAKE IT LIGHTHEARTED FOR THE KIDS. HE HAS SUCH KIND EYES CAN ANYONE HEAR MEEEEEEEEEE

23: ship you've unwillingly come around to

......keith/lotor. i think it'd be funny

choose violence ask game !!

[iatenicoshappymeal]

I was really, really busy lately, so I haven't been able to read much more of HOO, BUUUUUUUUT I have more comments and thoughts.

Percy is in Camp Jupiter

Annabeth is depressed, just like meeeeeeeeee

Leo is cute

Hera was probably Leo's babysitter or smth, and I'm the only one who thinks that's weird?

FRANK IS A CANIDIAN TERRORIST

Hazel is a child of Hades ofc and died then came back to life

There's someone named Reyna or Raina or Rayna or whatever the heck it is and I really like that name

Piper can convince ppl to give things to her so she abuses the power

Jason has lightning powers

Piper Jason and Leo got attacked by giants

Festus Happy the Dragon dies

SOLANGELO FOREVA

WHY ISNT NICO ONE OF THE 7????!!!!!!?!??!?!?!?!?!??

I keep on thinking Piper's name is Pipey McClean cuz I'm BLiNd

Did I mention that Leo is cute?

[rising-above-stars]

Things Kids Have Said at Work

I work in a small community library, and we are just down the road from one of the schools, so that leads to a lot of children using our space (mostly computers)

10-year-old girl who's a regular: Do you watch anime? Me: No Girl: Oh. Well, sometimes you act like an anime character. No offense

"Wait! I thought we came here to read!" (When finding out that the group she came with were there to use the computers)

there's the time where they kept calling poptropica and moshi monsters my 1980s games and insisting i was born in the -1's

Me: reading on Google that our solar system is in the milky way Her: don't trust Google! Me: I'm trusting my education

Me: scrolling back through my Instagram to find examples of woodcuts Kid: are we going back to the 1980s?

Kid: excuse me? Me: yes? Kid: do you find it annoying when all these kids come in and be loud? Other kids: say yes Me: Me: Well, it's usually loud when you all come in after school but it's louder today Kids, seeing this as a success: yes!

Me: steps away from the game of chess to check out some books for people and then check in the piles Kid: I finished the game for us and I won Me: cool Kid: I just kept moving my pawn to the end then swapped it for my queen Me: did you move any of my pieces? Kid: no

Kid, trying to ask me to let her put her bishop on a square it definitely wasn't so she can win: ill buy you a cat please let me put it here Me: I don't think you're parent will let you buy a cat for a librarian who let you win at chess but okay

Kid, explaining how slaters eat each other: it's okay, it's just cannibalism

Kid: Hey Lara, I want you to do this the rest of your life Me: looks over what? Kid: holding a book with the title Don't Speak

(same child as above also pointed to a book that was called 1918 and went 'look its when you were born')

Kid: is it hard being a parent? Me, who is not a parent: what

Kid: it's just a theory. A game theory Me: ah. Like matpat Kid: how do you know who matpat is

"Can I have a new red felt there's no more blood."

"Can you take your break now so you can drop me and [brother] home please?"

Child, immediately after walking through the door: Can you give me some money please!

"your nails are cool, they would look better with nail polish though"

Kid asked for a cup so she could get some water. i got her one and she complained that i hadn't filled it for her, i told her she can do it herself. she huffed and said "i'm not your slave"

There's one girl who keeps trying the puppy dog eyes trick so I will let het do stuff/have extra prizes or stickers. This never works

Kid: Laraaaaaaaaa! Do you hate meeeeeeeeee? Me, concerned: No? Kid: Then why won't you let me see [redacted] and [redacted]!

Me, after a group of kids kept telling me to leave so [redacted] could cover: Do you guys not like me or something? Kid, zero hesitation: No, I like you. I like [redacted] better.

(I am apparently keeping my work friends from these kids and they complain every so often that neither of them are there. But when I took two weeks off, they complained that I wasn't there so I don't know what they want from me)

"Can I just read a book here for free?"

"oh I don't know how to explain it... It's like the opposite of kindergarten" (describing a retirement home)

[artemistorm]

Oh! How about "fog" for the mini-fic prompt?

Oops went a little crazy with this one. Hyrule is doing his best impression of a the ghost of a sickly victorian child on a dark and foggy night. Very spooky. (1445 words... Yes it's longer than I normally care to post on tumblr but oh well.)

Whumptober day 13: Infection/"I don't feel so good."

******* Monster Cake******

"Hyruuuule! Hyruuuule!" Wind called into the misty darkness of the empty street. "Come out come out wherever you are!"

"Wild you know him better than I do, where do you think he would have gone?" Warriors asked. “And why would he have left the inn so late at night?”

"In a town? I'm not sure…" Wild answered, his eyes roving over the closed and curtained houses and shops lining the cobbled main street.

"There!" Wind exclaimed pointing toward the town square.

"Where? I don't see--" Warriors started then trailed off. A shadow obscured by the fog, approached with slow and silent footsteps. The three heroes froze and held their breath.

Hyrule appeared in front of them and he looked ghastly.

Dark shadowy circles surrounded his wide eyes. His skin was pale--almost white and his hair plastered and lay flat down the sides of his head. Wet by the mist and darkened by the night, it looked almost black. His arms hung limp at his sides and he wore nothing but a long dirty night shirt.

"I found you," Hyrule said with no expression. He cocked his head to the side unblinking and repeated himself. "I found you."

Wind pressed against Warriors' side a little tighter and even Wild was taken aback.

"Are you alright?" Warriors asked.

Hyrule shrugged and held out a white and shaking hand. "Please can I have a knife?"

"What do you need a knife for?" Warriors asked.

"I have to… cut it out. It's… burning me…"

"Cut what out?" Wind asked, his voice turning squeaky at the end.

"Why don't you come back inside the inn with us?" Warriors motioned with the lantern in the general direction that they had come from.

Hyrule shook his head slowly, never breaking eye contact with the captain.

"I'm a danger. To you. And--" he raised his hands up and spun slowly in a circle "--aaaalllll the…innocent… people there."

"Forgive me, but in your state… I don't think so." Warriors said. “Come—”

"GIVE ME THE KNIFE! GIVE IT TO ME!" Hyrule screamed and lunged toward the trio with too-thin arms and bony fingers. Wind yelped and turned tail, running behind the fountain in the center of the square. Wild leapt away to the side narrowly avoiding the grasping fingers reaching for his belt. Warriors took two long steps back and brandished the lantern at Hyrule.

Hyrule abruptly stopped. His arms fell to his sides again and he sagged his shoulders and hung his head. They couldn't see his face over his dark locks that dripped with an unexpected amount of water onto his bare feet.

"H…Hyrule?" Wild said softly daring to reach one of his own hands toward their unsettled brother. Hyrule answered with long and meandering moan that grew in volume until it turned into speech.

"You don't understand," he whined, his voice sounding like a child's. "You don't get it… do you?" He jerked his head so that only a single eye was visible through his bangs, ferociously glaring up at Wild. Wild let his hand drop and he took half a step back. Hyrule’s eyes closed and he let his head relax again. He shuffled, still bent over, with stiff and pained half-steps toward Warriors and Wild. Wind, trying to resurrect his courage, had taken a few paces away from the shelter of the fountain and back toward the group.

“You think you’re innocent… but it’s your fault.” Hyrule straightened up his back but his shoulders and head drooped to one side. He stared at Wild. “You did this to me. You wicked, wicked child.”

“No. What? I—” Wild stammered. Quicker than could be seen, Hyrule leapt at Wild and grabbed him by the front of his tunic and shook him violently.

“UNDO IT! UNDO IT NOW! STOP THE POISON! IT’S HURTING MEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!” They fell to the ground with Hyrule straddling Wild’s middle his hands still tensely gripping his tunic front. His eyes raged with fury and fire and he screamed at Wild in increasingly garbled speech. His hands were heating up, and steam started to rise from Wild’s tunic where Hyrule grasped it.

“Whoah! Hey!” Warriors dropped the lantern and jumped to their side. He grabbed Hyrule’s shoulders but Hyrule shoved him off with a shock in his fingers that startled the captain and made him think twice before touching Hyrule again.

Then abruptly, Hyrule went limp and buried his face in Wild’s chest, sobbing and whining and dripping snot and tears. Wild held his hands up awkwardly unsure what to do with them and he and Warriors shared a bewildered look. Behind Warriors, Wind returned and picked up the lantern, pale-faced and wide-eyed. Hyrule turned his head to the side, his hair covering most of his face and he muttered softly to himself.

“—urts iturts iturts ithurts it—”

“What hurts?” Wild asked brushing the soggy hair out of Hyrule’s face.

“My magic,” he whispered. “It hurts. It hurts. Iturts. Ithurts it—”

“Come on up,” Warriors said and lifted a boneless Hyrule off of Wild. He cradled the trembling boy against his chest and Hyrule stared up at him with watery eyes and a slightly open mouth.

“Hyrule, what’s wrong?” Warriors asked softly. Wild sat up and Wind shifted to look at Hyrule’s face. Hyrule stared up at Warriors for a few moments, then took a gasping inhale. His eyes flicked from Warriors to Wind and to Wild.

“Sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” He blubbered.

“Hey now. Stop that. There’s nothing to apologize for,” Warriors said.

“Sorry I’m like this. Sorry to worry you. Sorry you had to come search for me. Sorry I attacked you. I didn’t mean it. Honest. I just—I just—I can’t—”

“Hey. Slow down. You’re alright. Everything’s alright,” Warriors comforted. Wild took Hyrule’s hands in his own and squeezed them. Wind gave Hyrule an awkward and cautious pat on the head.

“No, it isn’t,” Hyrule said bitterly. “It’s not okay. I’m not okay.”

“Can you tell us what’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry. I know you meant well—” Hyrule looked to Wild. “Sorry. I know it’s my birthday, and you made me the monster cake and that’s super nice of you but…” Hyrule’s face tensed in pain and he grasped his night shirt over his chest and belly and curled inward slightly.

“But it’s hurting me on the inside. It’s… making my magic sick. And it hurts and it’s making me angry and sad and it’s making me want to do bad things to people I love and I’m sorry I’m like this. I don’t know how to stop it. It hurts it hurts it hurts!”

“What was in that cake, Wild?” Warriors asked as Hyrule returned to crying, although silently this time.

“Um, nothing crazy. Just all the usual stuff—flour, sugar, milk, butter, eggs… and monster extract…”

“What’s monster extract?” Wind asked.

“I’m… not sure…” Wild wrinkled his eyebrows. “Kilton makes it. He’s a merchant obsessed with all things monster-related. I don’t know what he puts in it.

“Well, if it’s monster EXTRACT, could it be made of monster malice?” Wind asked.

“…That would make sense…” Wild said slowly, suddenly feeling rather stupid for not realizing it before.

“You made a cake out of monster malice?” Warriors raised his eyebrows. “For us? For Hyrule on his birthday?”

“I’m so sorry, Hyrule. I didn’t know it would affect you this way, I wouldn’t have made it if I had known,” Wild said. He took off his cloak and laid it over Hyrule’s form.

“You didn’ know. Nnneither did I,” He shivered. Warriors clutched him tighter.

“Why is it that it’s only affecting him and not the rest of us?” Wind asked pulling Wild’s cloak up to Hyrule’s chin and up around his ears.

“You guys find him?!” Four called from down the street.

“Over here!” Wild shouted back.

“What’s wrong?” Time asked jogging up with Four right behind him.

“Short answer is that he’s sick,” Warriors replied. “But… this might not be is a normal illness.”

“Warriors,” Wind said, his face full of worry and his hands wrapped around Hyrule’s face.

“What is it?”

“He’s really really hot.”

“Let’s get him inside,” Time said.

Wind let go of Hyrule’s face and Warriors carefully got to his feet. Time with his own lantern led the way back to the inn with Four and Wind sticking close to Warriors and Hyrule and Wild lagged behind.

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This is based on a story idea I had where Hyrule is very sensitive to Monster extract because it is theorized to be straight up monster malice and Hyrule is a fairy--a creature of the light. So eating monster extract food would make his sick, or corrupted,--or both.

I honestly don't know what I'm going to do with this story. I only have a vague idea of a direction to take the story and I'm not sure I'll have the time/energy/motivation to continue it but we'll see I guess.

[wiz-writes]

This is sort of a delayed reaction, emotional ramble that's been a long time coming, so I apologize in advance for waht I'm about to subject you to 😔

I am creating the Wettest Cat MC for Wei Qing. Just. The most sopping wet, most pitiful MC to ever exist. When you!! Wrote that one flashback scene!!!!! And MC waited for Wei Qing to turn around and check on them as he usually did, but he didn't!! I'M!! I'M NOT OKAY!!!

Stories of children getting their childhood stolen from them will never fail to RUN MY HEART OVER WITH A TRAIN AND SMASH THE PIECES INTO THE DEEPEST DEPTHS OF THE UNDERWORLD because :((( they were just liddol kids. My liddol kids. MC get behind me,, I'll protect you 🛡️🛡️🛡️🛡️

I JUST WANNA HOLD THEM IN MY HANDS AND GIVE TEHM GOOD THINGS AND PROTECT THEM FOREVER :((((( NOOO MC DON'T GO BACK TO THE YINSHAN YOU'RE SO SEXY TEEHEE COME TO MEEEEEEEEEE

Like :(( i know you kept it vague but I already have an inkling as to what the so-called 'lesson' the master taught them was. The burning home, the children watching, a childhood stolen... everything for the Yinshan.... the way they were separated... :( The Yinshan is officially on my watchlist idc if they're giving starving street kids a 'better' future. Rationally I know this is an extremely gray area — they're giving the children a future but it can't be denied that they're being exploited — yet I'm just... they're just children :( not future weapons to be raised.

There's no true answer of right and wrong to this dilemma and it frustrates me so much. How I wish I was some rich and powerful rando who could open up an orphanage and take in allll the street kids and give them a happier childhood so they can grow up to live well :(( the saddest thing is that i know many of those who were taken in by Yinshan do owe their lives to them in a way. Because otherwise, they would have been... just another child on the streets. And it breaks my heart.

As you can see, I'm alll sorts of emotional for this IF. I always have been. From the very first chapter, when MC talked about their background, I was screaming crying clawing at the walls. I just :(( want to protect the MC so badly. I just didn't get the time to sit down and tell you until now asjskldjgksd

So, what I'm trying to say is: thank you so much for writing Out of the Yinshan and running my heart over with a train. I will forever be on Team Get-MC-a-Good-Ending idc idc 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ AND IF THAT MEANS SMASHNG THROUGH THE SCREEN AND DRAGGING MC AWAY FROM THEIR GOAL OF STEALING SHIT FOR THE YINSHAN, THEN SO BE IT 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

I'm very excited for the ROs, seeing how their relationships develop with the MC. But I have to admit, what I'm most invested in is the MC themself. I want to see them grow. I want to see them happy. I want to get them out of the yinshan (teehee) and into a happier ending. The themes and everything in this story have me by the throat and I can't wait to see more of what you have in store for us.

Thank you so much for sharing your journey with us. Thank you so much. I'm a ride or die till the end, you can be sure about that.

Sincerely,

Aspen 🫡🫡✨

Helloooo!!

So happy to hear you mention the flashback at the beginning. Though it was short, I wanted there to be a scene that would hopefully destroy you convey how close the MC and Wei Qing used to be, once upon a time.

Some of the Mentors have certainly not been kind to the MC following this forced separation, for one reason or the other, but Yinshan's also got some really nice people as well.

As you said, the Yinshanhui is hard to define as either purely good or evil. While they're not "I'll-steal-your-firstborn-children-muhaha" kind of evil, them picking up orphans off the streets and shackling them to a path they didn't choose is... yeah... not so good either.

I tried to avoid making the Yinshanhui be the bad guys in MC's story, because I've seen that so many times, with the organisations even going as far as to poison their spies/assassins to make them reliant on their one-of-a-kind antidote to the aforementioned poison.

Even if it might not seem like it sometimes, the Yinshanhui is one big (if a bit dysfunctional) family.

Anyway.

I will try not to torture the MC too much (you know that's something I can totally do, hehe). There will be multiple endings to this story for sure, as it was always planned as a standalone story so I don't have to worry about it branching too much for me to handle.

The question is, will there be any good endings? 🤔

(just messing with you... or am i?)

Thank you so much for sending me your "emotional ramble", Aspen, I thoroughly enjoyed reading it! ❤️❤️❤️

[askaniritual]

i voted this morning and i did update my voter registration but ig the system hasn’t processed it yet because they were like “you gotta go vote in your old neighborhood” and i’m like my brother in christ that is one hour away by train just give me the affidavit ballot and they were like giving me a hard time about it ??? like i knew i might have to do this that’s why i know what the affidavit ballot is just give it to meeeeeeeeee

[mizuruifan9]

since you asked me i think its only fair for you to share your mayu and dawn hcs hehehe >:33

yayayayaayayayay!!!!!! Here's some random ones!!

Mayu is in college! young 20's!

She's non binary and uses any pronouns!

His favorite instrument is guitar but they played the trumpet as a child!

Taking a theater major in school !

autistic!!

Went to the same high school as Narou! They both took the same art class in 9th and 12th grade!

Tried to have a healthy sleep schedule but dails

Was emo in middle school

pear(idek she just🍐)

he watches Disney channel with Narou on the weekends

They were bullied in high school leading them to depression but they got back up

in this period of time they used to burn themselves.

Their hair is naturally that color somehow, but they did dye it once a few years ago because they thought white would look cool except it just made them look 76

Narou will cook for them because Mayu will set their dorm into flames except the problem is Narou can't cook shit either so they end up going to the convenience store

They loooooooooove recording little cool things they see every day with their camera

They acted In a few local plays as a kid which helped them a lot now and led them to have a passion for it! Although in middle school they got a bit burnt out

Tried to teach Narou how to play the recorder once, it was fun! They sometimes duet :3

She likes singing but he doesn't do it as often as they want to! Her parents didn't really like it and because of that he became really self conscious of It for a while

Wants to be a movie star!!

They like sweatpants :33

Dawn time!!! (Also can someone please tell me slyscraper lore idk any of it and I want to know pretty please also these are kinda random sorry)

21! He/She/Sky/Sun, tmasc butch lesbian!

Married to midnight :33

Has known midnight since they were kids!

Watches all of Midnight's shows as an idol

Looooooovesssss stargazing!!

6'4! Sun doesn't care about fashion as much as Midnight, but it's still pretty cool to him, she wants to try dressing punk one day

Sky likes running! They like the feel of the wind, opposite of Midnight.

Has bipolar and NPD

Has a s/h addiction and used to be suicidal

Grew up poor

Used to have a train obsession

Lives on the tallest floor of Sun's apartment complex

loooooooves those shoes that have a little wheel in them where you go wheeeeeeeee

also the ones with the jewels when you kick it step really hard they light up in a bunch of colors like waaaaa because it reminds him of the stars

He likes ringpops

Always loses her remote controllers and keys

Dislikes Glare

Dropped out of school(if that exists there idek)

If anyone knows slyscraper/moonguys lore my dumb lil brain can't figure it out I need someone to explain it to me pleaseeeee tell meeeeeeeeee I want to know more about dawn and midnight 😿😿😿

will add more if I think!!