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beloved - Tsukishima and being soft for you and only you
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beloved
tsukishima; 1,787 words; fluff, established relationship, no "y/n", soft!tsukki, kissing and banter, tsukki being... tsukki
summary: 5 times tsukki is soft just for you and 1 time when he doesn't care that everyone else can see
a/n: this is an ancient req but... welp, here we are! u__u
01.
in the middle of the night, his eyes still marred by sleep and the lack of glasses, when the world is a watercolor haze of shapes and softness â he feels you tug away from where youâd been curled up against his chest, shifting under the blankets. he groans and tries to pull you back.
âkei⌠whatâre you doing?â
âdonât go⌠i was warm.â
thereâs a whine in his voice youâre certain heâs never let anyone else hear before, no one other than you and the silent, watchful moon, swinging low in the mid-autumn night.
âiâll be right back â i need to pee!â
âwell pee quick,â he says, voice gravely from sleep as he shoves his face back into his pillows and tries not to mourn the you-shaped emptiness in the bed next to him. he wonders briefly how heâd lived so many years, slept so many nights just by himself in this bed, his body and no one elseâs to keep him warm.
he counts backwards from twenty, knowing that by the time he gets to about seven or six, youâll be crawling back under the blankets, nuzzling into his side. he gets to eight, seven, six â
âthere, see?â you shimmy back into his arms and he sighs a sigh that could be misconstrued as exasperated. but you know him well enough (and he knows you do) to know itâs nothing short of absolute contentment.
âmm. sleep,â is his only mumbled reply as he once again buries his face into the soft bend of your neck and breathes.
02.
out shopping, even though heâd made such a fuss about not wanting to go, about how itâs nothing more than a pointless endeavor and only contributing to the economic monster that is capitalism â but the way you press a sundress to your front in front of a full length mirror, the light in your eyes, the bright smile on your lips â it stirs something inside him. it inspires quiet; it inspires⌠admiration.
you spin around, laughing, clearly delighted to have caught him staring.
âwhat do you think? does it look good?â
tsukishima purses his lips, schooling his expression back into a frown as he scoffs and casts his eyes up towards the ceiling.
ââs all the same to me.â
âaw⌠câmon, you donât mean that,â you say, twisting back around to tug at the dress, contemplating if itâs worth trying on.
âsure it is. i mean â iâd like you in whatever, so.â
and silently, he thinks that the way you blush at his words is worth the trip⌠and all the bags he has to carry along the way.
03.
over strawberry shortcake, with two steaming caramel lattes â you humming happily to yourself as you snap one picture after another of the delicious-looking assortment.
âcamera eats first!â you declare, snapping your phone shut and reaching out to pick up a fork. you pause over the petal-pink of the shortcake, decorated with three glistening strawberries, the soft white cream light as clouds.
you bite your lips, âah⌠it looks almost too good to eat!â
at this, tsukishima sighs, reaching out to stab straight through a strawberry, despite your squeak of indignation and alarm. he wordlessly presses the strawberry to your lips, smirking to himself as he watches the buttercream smear across your mouth before you have the sense to open it and take a bite.
âmm! itâs good!â
âhn. iâd hope so â it was 2,000 yen.â
tsukishima scopes another bite for himself before pausing, his eyes caught on the languid sweep of your tongue across your lips as you try to catch the remaining cream. and, thoughtlessly, almost as if driven by nothing more than instinct and that strange, animal magnetism, he leans forward to swipe a thumb across your lips, pressing the excess into your mouth.
slowly, you close your mouth around his thumb, and he feels the slight pressure of your tongue against his skin. he swallows; you suck, letting his thumb go with a slip pop that leaves tension swelling in his chest like an overfilled balloon.
later, caught just outside the cafe, with his fingers curling into your hair, tilting your head up to meet his â tsukishima thinks that there are some things, perhaps like the strawberry shortcake, too lovely to devour. and then â there are some things, perhaps like your lips, entirely too lovely not to.
04.
after practice, when the moon hangs heavy in the mid-summer sky and the cicadas are singing loud enough to shake loose the stars â tsukishima leans back against your legs, his head falling into your lap as you reach down to slip off his glasses.
âso⌠how was the training camp?â you ask, tracing your index finger along the high bridge of his nose.
âtiring. the little orange dolt thought itâd be a good idea to break in ââ
âbreak⌠in?â
âyeah, he just showed up and â i dunno â prayed that no one would notice that he wasnât invited. idiot.â
your laughter is summer-sweet and full-bellied, and it has you tipping back on your couch with your fingers still tangled in tsukishimaâs slightly shower-damp hair.
âitâs â itâs not funny!â tsukishima twists around, frowning hard enough for you to burst into another fit of giggles, reaching forward to run your thumbs along the ridges between his furrowed eyebrows.
âi mean⌠i think itâs pretty hilarious. that takes balls, doesnât it?â
tsukishima huffs, swiveling back around, shoulders hunched as he grabs for the remote and clicks on the tv, switching through channels at light-speed. his glasses lay forgotten on the sofa next to you.
âor heâs just too stupid to think about the consequences.â
you reach forward with an indulgent smile, looping your arms around his wide shoulders.
âoh, câmon⌠cut him some slack. not everyone can be as tall, handsome, and talented as you are, right?â you say, nuzzling into his cheek even as he swats half-heartedly at you.
âquit it.â
you giggle, hugging him all the tighter until he spins around, pinning your wrists above your head with a speed not usually associated with someone of his height. he hovers over you, his head cocked to one side.
âoh yeah? and whatâre you gonna do for your tall, handsome, talented boyfriend to make him feel better after such a stressful day at camp, hm?â
you hiccup, lashes fluttering as he bears down over you.
âi â ts-tsukki â!â
âhn. wrong answer â two more chances.â
you press your lips and glare at him with what you hope is a reproachful air. tsukishima only smirks, shaking his head even as he bends down to press into your space, your chests pressed, his body covering yours and then some. his lips brush the lobe of your ear and he revels in the way you shiver.
âfine line between stupidity and courage, iâd say⌠donât you agree?â
05.
before the game with shiratorizawa, with his brand new glasses, and his head bowed low.
âdonât be scared,â you say, reaching down to link his fingers with yours. theyâre so long, so strong. the palms peppered with calluses.
tsukishima scoffs, âiâm not scared.â
you smile, rocking up onto your very tip toes to press a chaste kiss to his lips. luckily, tucked behind a large column, around the corner to a deserted corridor, no one is there to see.
âyouâre not a very good liar,â you say, falling back onto your heels, peering up at him as he stares down at you with slightly narrowed eyes. then, he bends forward to trap you against the column, his breath hot along your lips.
âand youâre gonna make me late for warmups.â
he pulls back at the last second, leaving you breathless. but the smile that dangles from his lips is less sanctimonious than usual. he reaches up and flicks at your forehead when you make no move to follow him.
âiâm not scared, iâm nervous. but⌠i guess seeing you in the stands would make that a bit better.â
you bite down on your bottom lip, linking your hands behind your back.
âwell then, what are we waiting for?â
06.
after the shiratorizawa match, when everyone is still running high on adrenaline, puffy-eyed with happiness, you bound down to meet him, skidding to a halt just outside the giant gymnasium doors. there are bandages on his fingers and sweat dripping down the tip of his nose.
his cheeks are pink with exhaustion, but his eyes are clear and bright and wanting.
âguess you didnât have any reason to be nervous after all,â you say, trotting up to meet him as the rest of the team parts around the pair of you like water around a river rock. yamaguchi glances over his shoulder even as he herds hinata and kageyama away, the pair bickering over this or that.
tsukishima crinkles his nose, but his eyes narrow at the sight of the redness beneath your eyes. he reaches up his uninjured hand to trace along the dried tear-tracks along your cheeks.
âwhatâre you crying for?â
you sniffle, shooting him a glare.
âjust because you werenât scared doesnât mean i wasnât either â but you won â so thatâs all that ââ
he quiets you down with a kiss, standing there, in the open gymnasium hallways, the chattering of hundreds of students ebbing around you both. distantly, you can swear you hear tanaka whoop, only to be cut short by what sounds like sugawara smacking him painfully upside the head.
tsukishima frowns as he pulls back, âyâknow⌠iâd prefer if your mind wasnât on other things when i kissed you.â
âwh-what â i wasnât ââ
his lips thin into his trademark smirk as he tugs your chin towards him with two fingers, his hold more gentle than it looks.
âhm⌠seems like youâre not a very good liar either but⌠guess i donât really mind that much.â
your retort dies on your lips as he leans down again, and this time, you donât think about how the pair of you are still standing in the middle of a very visible hallway, how people are probably starting to stop and stare.
this time, you kiss him back like nothing else matters in the world except for his lips and how perfectly soft they are on yours.
#haikyuu!!#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x you#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu drabbles#hq fanfic#hq x reader#tsukishima kei#tsukishima x reader#tsukishima kei x reader#tsukishima kei fluff#tsukishima kei imagines#tsukishima kei fanfic#tsukishima kei scenarios#haikyuu fluff#haicuties#floofy floof floof#i started this like last year and then just never got around to finishing it#WELP HERE U GO
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WHO: Tam & @cagenewman
WHERE: Creekside Carpentry, The Hideaway
WHEN: November 25th 2024
Tamara made quick work stepping out of her car and entering Creekside, chocolate hues adamant on finding the familiar sandy haired man that owned it. "Cage?" she called out, peaking in the direction of his office where she assumed he was hiding out, seeking some peace and quiet perhaps amidst the chaos of the busy season. Then she spotted him and she took a deep breath, scanning his features curiously, before she closed the distance without further hesitation. "Hey." Tam breathed lowly, arms wrapped around broad shoulders. "How are you?"
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WIP inspired by this [x] post by @wellitsgabriel
#idk if im going to finish it anytime soon since im gonna be super busy so here u go#sabriel#also fun fact its using muppets colour theory#wip#spn#supernatural fanart#fanart#my art#digital art#sam winchester#gabriel spn#i feel like it doesnt look like them welp
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kagepro day...
#kagerou project#kagepro#ayano tateyama#cw suicide#<- mainly since main mv based on yeah....#listen i have been redrawing ayano scenes from the mvs for....#8? EIGHT?!?! years now#in a rotation of four songs#every august#i was not gonna stop this year SAFASDA#this just so happens to be the first time i am posting one of them!!#since i did not post anything. ever. before. lmao#maybe one day i will release older ones since i do think it is a solid tracker#of like my own art progression#but the other half of me is like....#old art..... oh......#oh kagerou project#you are so important to me for various reasons#and for the longest time one (1) yearly ayano drawing was like....#one of the few art things i would get myself to actually finish throughout the entire year#so very important to me art wise!!#but ofc kagepro is ALSO important for various... other reasons... that i will not be rambling about today!#and for those of u here for stars#dw i still have plenty... probably too many?#ideas!! and something is gonna be going up#uh today??? i guess??#for that since this day also ended up being the finale stream day of stars#for my dear friend squid#tag talk over i ran out of tags editing to make sure THIS DOESNT SHOW UP IN THE WRONG TAGS ASFASDASFASDA#ack it still shows up welp. sorry everyone!!!!
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i miss herâŚ
#cant believe i forgot about her till the photobook q&a im so sorry witch mona~~~~~~~#press f for honeypre atelier gachas it was gone too soonâ˘ď¸#(currently e x t r e m e l y worried and stressed for tomorrow like never before b u t i have to appear like im fine sobs save me monachann)#(can i go on a stress-prompted tangent here about something inane? no? toooo bad im gonna go off anyway~~~~)#ok so. like. since witch mona is the image i have up âere and since itâs still ä¸ć⌠todayâs tangent will be on irl spooky stories!!#s o. presenting a decently repressed memory from my childhood that resurfaced while i was hibernating at home:#anyways. well. thoughts about the afterlife can vary from person to person yes? thereâs no one true correct belief after all#but the one question that unites us all is probably the one and only âare ghosts real?â#and well. for personal reasons i think so. i mean iâve seen this one dude i hate get possessed a couple of times so welp. cant deny it ig.#wild story about that actually. back in the day my familyâs finances were allegedly doing so badly that [dude i hate] had to pick up#a *c e r t a i n* side hustle for extra cash. that side hustle? literal grave digging at the cemetary. at night no less#and *ofc* he wasnât respectful about it in the least so ofc some spirits followed him home. yay. free roommates.#one(?) of them even took residence in my room at the time and im 80% sure they ate my history textbook :( much sads#anyways well once that guy had too much to drink (which was rather often tbh) heâd get possessed. fun!#the only possession i ever saw was the n-rarity angry ghost whoâd just huff and puff in silence with unfocused eyes most of the time#heâd occasionally put on a leather jacket too. but that was like a r-rarity event that didnât happen that often#my mother had the chance to also witness the mosquito (who tried to barge into my room for fresh blood) and the ĺ§ĺ¨ (self-explanatory)#which is kinda unfair tbh. i wanted to see the ur-rarity ones too :( mostly bc itâd be funny to see a guy i hate act ooc (impure intentions)#oh right. âhow did we get the dude out of his possession? we just shook his arm really hard. prolly caused some lasting effects but who know#i think he could also just sleep off the possession but idk i was asleep for the ur-rarity incidents.#cant ask the one witness of it bc i dont want to bring back unnecessary flashbacks of [guy we hate]#anyways itâs been years since we moved out from that place and i still want my history textbook back. mostly for the principle of it butâ#and so thatâs the tangent of the day. i feel weirdly less stressed now thanks witch mona#i do wonder how my grandparents are faring on this ä¸ć thoughâŚ#b u t !!!!! tomorrowâs date on the lunar calendar says itâs an auspicious day for wishful activity and starting a new job!!! so⌠maybe~~~~?#hauauauauauauauuauaaaaaa anyways insane tangent over stream monaâs new album ok bye#oops forgor to disable rbs i hate how easy it is to forget to use this function man
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story idea im never going to write (horror?)
every safety rule and regulation is written in someones blood.
its set not too far into the future nor too deep in the past, somewhere in the middle, somewhere familiar. the worlds nations have unanimously agreed to centralise global databases and archives & universalise regulations and law criteria to ensure better and more sustainable livlihoods for its citizens after what was recorded as humanities most disasterous decade.
it was to be a fresh start, a new page for the greater good of our kind, they all smiled and agreed. no one can know of the corners that were cut that lead to catastrophes far and wide. opposition was shut down and a false sense of peace befell all. save face. save lives. move on.
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plenty of career paths could lead you to becoming an employee of the great archives. it has been dubbed as the worlds second library of alexandria, housing the entirety of human knowledge in every field imaginable. it was a grounding and deeply humbling occupation and a very honourable and much sought after position. yet it wasnt a job many could handle.
new intern at the archives, fresh out of university having placed the highest in the admission exam, applies for the hazard control unit of the workplace safety division. story starts off with them being shown around by one of the elder 'safekeepers', a dean if you will, who supervises several departments according to industry & occupation.
*world building and stuff*
over the course of the story said intern files throught what feels like millions of documents and protocols and union meeting minutes and more, all as part of their accreditation & quality assurance job.
the lore isnt too clear but in essence the read every horrific incident in the history of human kind and truly understand the extent of written in blood.
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ofc our intern here is starting to have mixed feelings about it all. on the one hand they had no idea so much of the work would require handling and closely examining content this graphic, but at the same time they cant shake of the silly baseless feeling that theres something really sinister at play. how can they not when time and time again theyve seen how meagerly companies and governments handled tragedies in the workplace, bending all sorts of rules and finding more loopholes than fitting fineprint on their contracts.
unfortunately these discoveries are the culmination of over two years of grueling hard work, uncovering the darkest most damning secrets of industries new and old. and its high time for a well earned promotion. theres no turning back from here
*several moral dilemmas and identity crises all at once*
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blah blah maybe a timeskip or something idk its pretty vague lol but the more le intern researches and follows up on leads and looks up restriced files & tracks down survivng families of victims if any, the more they start to find out their hunch was indeed correct...
long story short bc my brain is peacing out already, the "its all written in blood" is more literal than you would think. turns out that many tragedies are secretly staged to maintain the status quo of the higher ups, and in the advent of a law suit that actually works in you favour compensations paid are undisclosed and more often than not return to the offending parties. anyone who disagrees or dares to oppose is wiped off the census (this is where the universal archives really comes into play; sure every nation has its own heavily controlled copy of the world archive, but some things stay in the capital ig)
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the safekeeper from before is a seasoned assassin essentially, they make sure everyone follows the rules and eliminates anyone who toes out of line (every department/ unit has their head hitman lol). the intern had managed to keep their head down for so long bc they were secretly compiling copies of evidence and was too busy questioning their life choices and ethics theyd stuck around for long enough to get promoted, which gave them access to their inner circles which opened another somehow worse door(s) of hell.
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tl;dr intern at universal archives starts investigating serial offences across many fields and lines of work and learns the ugly truth about just how dispensible big corporations they think people are.
after the shock wears off and intern gets promoted the more sinister side of things are revealed and it turns out that osha is the source of all evil and wont just wait for accidents to happen; they will actively set them up and write their laws using the blood of the innocent to enforce restrictions and slowly seize control over every industry ever. also thanks to astronomical pr budgets the general public is none the wiser :)
and our not-intern is horrified beyond comprehension with this knowledge and has 3 crises about it at once lol.
story ends with the nice elderly safekeeper smiling at intern and covered in fresh blood :)
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i feel its important to let yall know i had visions for this while also thinking of a story where the titular character is called jack monterey.
#the real horror here is my abysmal posture writing this out#but fr tho#if i disappear this is why#i have exposed big osha#lol#very little lore figured out#as u can see#the point is intern is like ah fuck#if the rules are literally written in blood#whos to say the foyer isnt (badly) painted in it too#also the ketchup do be tasting weird#yk the pathetic hr gigs where they attempt to pay workers in pizza good job stickers and coupons instead of raises?#welp take a wild guess what they do to the those who know too much or disagree with their seniors or refuse to comply?#â¨department potluckâ¨#ft. tiffany from accounting#suddenly steak & kidney pie takes on a whole new meaning...#writing stuff#things ill never write#penrose#penrose papers#enjoy whatever abomination this is#might proofread later idk#i *need* to go study omg
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@howthesleeplesswander || are we ready to die? i think we're ready to die 8'D
He had no concept of time down here. Only that enough time had passed for his mind to clear, reality to assert itself, and King Magnifico to findâ
Well, a dungeon cell was no more befitting a king than the mirror just as abhorrently containing him. So, what was he? After all he had done for Rosas, the sacrifices heâd made, the protection heâd offered them for years beyond count, they would treat their king like some common criminal? His queen would dare to turn her back onâŚ
His queen. Amaya. Amaya.
Magnifico had run his muddled mind through the events of that day on a near tireless loop: picking at bits and pieces of his memory, recollecting flashes here, a foggy and distorted mess there. And despite all that he had gatheredâa puzzle heâd had plenty of time to buildâheâd yet to trace back to what had offended her so. What had antagonized her, driven her to stand against him as if he were the villain betraying the very kingdom he had built?
I built this. We built this.
And heâd promised from the beginning heâd do anything and everything it took to protect it. No questions asked. No holds barred. Magnifico used that book because he had to. The people hadnât given him a choice; if he had let themâ
No. No, no no. We said weâd never let that happen again.
But nevertheless, here he was. Dethroned. Defamed. Heâd almost convinced himself his queen planned on letting him rot eternally, but when he heard the creak of a door on that fateful dayâcouldâve been morning, afternoon⌠or perhaps his darling had decided to pay an evening visit when all had quieted downâMagnifico hadnât needed to see her to know. Her footsteps were a recognizable rhythm, soft and elegant, down the steps. Somehow, the echo seemed to penetrate his magical prison just as well, and in some way, each beat trembled down to his core.
When she stood outside the bars, however, peered in at that loathsome little mirror on the wall, he was ready to face her. That is, heâd convinced the faint flutter in his chest that he was.
âYouâve placed a magical mirror in which I am already very securely containedâtrust me, Iâve had plenty of time to determine thatâs the caseâwithin a literal prison cell,â he observed blandly, head cocking while a bitter smile tugged on his lips. âIs that not just a touch excessive, my dear?â
#howthesleeplesswander#ËËË â
ËËË ă v: dethroned ă#ËËË â
ËËË ă prose ă#WELP 8'D rUBS HANDS TOGETHER herewego folks#it's time to perish in the best way possible owo;#it's time for me to apologize in LITERALLY every reply i write; i can just feel it gnhajdohnajo#so here i am with a formal apology for this pissbaby owo;#already being a brat and starting things off SO WELL#good job magnifico 8D you're really doing wonderfully at healing this marriage of yours#amaya should chuck the mirror into the ocean lbr u-u#bUT ALAS i'm already in pain and i am sorry for the extra pain he's going to cause just being a bitch ;A;#AMAYA HONEY YOU ARE SO STRONG and you deserve so much better than this absolute moron T~T#i believe in her ability to get through to him... even if it'll take plenty of time#hope this works for us my dear! ;w; can't wait to write this out with you! <3
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Vasil maybe stroke a deal with the god of death, maybe he's just cursed idk, either way he's here taking care of the graves and burying the dead correctly so they dont come back as monsters.
The existence of Samuel, MĂĄja and Benzin as the undead implies he fucked up his job at least three times which is three times more than you should in this profession. skill issue
#welp here we go#atem how bout u put effort into refs#no never thousand shitty ref art attack#oc: vasil
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just some floating onion ducks đŚ
#*myart#artists on tumblr#ducks#nature#i wanted to try and draw water so the ducks have zero details but oh welp#their backs look like onions so here we go onion ducks haha#i had fun drawing this#usergojoana#usermemi#usernikiforova#userlisette#idk if u guys want me to tag you but like.. ducks <2#back to drawing (it's hard ;-;)
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what did i do to deserve an ibs flare-up at 11 pm.......
#i mean i went way too hard at dinner for someone whos getting over a migraine. so. thats probably it#also i wasnt really feeling the snack i ate but i made myself eat some anyway bc i was getting Weird Anxiety so. exposure therapy.#however the exposure therapy kicked my gastrocolic reflex into high gear and now. here i am.#sittin on da bathroom floor. heating pad on my tummy. mourning that stupid stupid idea to eat peanut butter crackers#summer's text tag#also if u want an inside look into how insane ocd and emetophobia can be:#two of our cats puked tn. it was 100% from the cat food they both ate for Their dinner.#but for some reason my brain has been like 'no... no. it was actually the chicken u ate tn.' bc ONE of the cats who puked i gave a teeny bi#of my chicken tenders to. and so. yah. my brains like welp. even tho ur other cat didnt have ANYTHING. u gave em both food poisoning#and now YOU have food posioning. and ur gonna suffer for all of eternity now. this is the worst thing that could ever happen to u#or!!!!! my brain has ALSO been telling me 'you got cat saliva on ur hand from one of the cats that got sick from their food so now YOU are#also sick. from their food. from a single POTENTIAL saliva hand. and now u will suffer. this is the worst thing ever for u.'#but blah blah blah blah i am strong i am brave and even when im not brave im actually still brave for being scared [like rn]#i just wanna finish in here so i can go to BEDDDDD
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#i experience an emense amount of guilt ovet not being able to focus on work. go into the lab and run into a lab mate and hes like#u leave Thursday? why tf r u here? and that makes me feel a lil better lol#ive just being data entering all day. that takes so fucking long. and then helping an undergrad#exept my code was out of date so i was like welp i can only get u this far bc i did not write this code. i do not work with the#supercomputer on a regular enough basis. and i gave my 30 days notice today so ill be working remotely until the 18th#i probably should have done it way before but like ive still got so much to do i might as well get paid for doing it#the undergrad was like id probably work to the end bc i feel lost when im not working and i was like. bro. im so fucking brunt out that ppl#around me r like yo r u ok? theres a thing as too much work. dont cross that line. snd ill still probably work to the end bc i dont wanna#have to do it on top of other shit. but god. in a few days i never have to go back in that building again#sometimes having to be in that lab would make me feel physically ill i thibk just bc i have so much stress associated with standing at that#lab bench but woof i will not miss it. its not great. the ppl r nice but like the institution kinda sucks. but i probably#wasnt the best fit for the school. i only cane out here for my advisor and on that front i have no regrets#god im so tired tho. just make it Thursday already so my parents can b helping me move >~< lets fucking goooooo#srry for not posting much drawing wise. i prob wont b able to for a while as i transition across the country lol#also. a note to myself. i should get a proper sketchbook so i can actually draw out ideas and store them in a place. that would b convenient#god. its so hot đ let me leave#unrelated
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new chapter of in search of glorious happenings of happenstance is up!
this time: Yue provides a shoulder to lean on as Suki copes with the pain of Ty Lee's indiscretions. But can Yue make good decisions in her own relationships? Meanwhile, Sokka & Katara find part-time jobs & meet a surprising person from Azula's life. Toph makes a decision about her relationship with Smellerbee. Jet shows Azula a new way to consume marijuana
(sorry for not responding to comments yet I suck & my readers are wonderful. Iâm going through it with my laptop right now but also I just suck lmao okay enjoy the new chapter xoxo)
#shameless self promo#welp. at least this chapter is done đ¤Śđťââď¸đđ#idk here u go đĽşđĽş
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so. i know the whole point of fontaine's quest was that fontaine would flood, but that's, like. an elevated landmass. and it still flooded to almost the top of the opera house. unless there was some invisible barrier stuff going on how were the other nations just completely unaffected,
#( ooc. )#MAYBE IT SAYS IN GAME AND I FORGOT but. ???????/#also like. where did the water go. did celestia just pop a magical drain down like ''welp punishment over here u go''#if it just drained off into the surrounding oceans there should stILL be some concerning levels of rising water into other nations#but then some npc in romaritime harbor said they were too far away to actually be affected by it which. just cannot be true-#i KNOW its a fantasy game and it can do what it wants#plus there's that whole ''teyvat has its own laws'' thing which. sure ok. but what Are those laws-#regardless that is NOT how flooding works đ#anyway pointless ramble over i hurt my head thinking abt this
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https://www.tumblr.com/tojisun/758472884430716928/no-matter-how-hard-you-try-you-just-cant-make
AND MY LIFE IS YOURS
aww im glad that u (all) liked that blurb!! didnt expect the vitriol in ur guysâ reactions but ykw? samesies <3 oki uhh so heres something quick and simple
cw: fivesome (but they go in order, also simon doesnt properly get a turn im sorry đ); f!reader; subspace; builds up into consensual noncon; unrealistic sex; rambly as hell and its set up messily; wc is 3.6k :â3
(you tell them itâs a wrong send, and that itâs meant for johnny so they all said, âoh damn. welp,â and leaves you and johnny to go at it all night long teehee <33) (jk) (unless) (no ok im jk)
johnny fucks you first. the guys didnât complain, and trickled into your room, ready to fall to whatever place they could sit down to watch. johnny laughs, and tugs you towards him, gently slapping your hand away when you try to cover yourself up with your shirt, and tells them, âwatch me.â
not us, but me. like youâre a nameless hole whose only worth is to be fucked, and somehow that⌠doesnât deter you at all.
instead, you ignore the warmth flooding in your cheeks and the stares that drag on your body, and focused on johnnyâs smirk and his crooning words and his wide palms roving over whatever sliver of your skin he can touch. he positions himself in between your legs, his fatigues an uncomfortable sensation against your oversensitive skin.
he doesnât care. he drags down his zipper and frees his cock from his briefs, before swiping his palm on the inside of your thigh, gathering the excess lube glistening there to use it as oil for his prick. your nose scrunches when he brings his hand to give himself a quick tug, foreskin peeling from the head to show off how flushed it is.
he crawls until heâs on top of you, and throws out, âlet me show ye how to fuck âer, yes?â
you donât even realize the words are for the rest of the squad because heâs already slipping his cock in your cunt, slow and careful, and you keen because yessssâ
this is the delicious burn youâve wanted. oh god oh godâ
it didnât even take johnny long before youâre cumming, your throat spasming at the scream that rips itself out from within you. your hips rise from the bed, your body jolting, unable to ground itself at the breaking euphoria that forced shockwaves to raze your synapses.
you fall on the bed limply, satiation filling you up in lapping waves. johnny pulls out and fucks his fist and sprays his cum all over your stomach. he musses it up, rubbing his palm against it like itâs a damn lotion, and lathers whatever inch of your belly he can cover.
itâs gross and weird, especially as the recollection that youâve had an audience hits you, but then johnnyâs stepping back and moving away. you try to shut your legs close, but someoneâs already shuffling in, taking up the space that johnny had carved out.
you stare up at your captain, shock filling you up. he doesnât ask with words but he quirks his brow up, waiting, and you donât know what it is, but you give him a nod before ducking your head to the side.
which was a mistake, you learn, because you make eye contact with kyle; kyle who isâwasâslowly rubbing himself through his pants, his palm gliding over his chub. his eyes are blown wide and he looks ravenous as he meets your gaze.
you hiccup, feeling cornered and delighted at the same time, but then johnâs rubbing his cock along your messy folds, using the mess you and johnny made to lube himself up, and you mewl, tearing your eyes away from kyle to meet johnâs stare head on.
he looks⌠calm. not teasing nor hungry, but poised with forced grace like this is another mission, and he has willed his full body to sync together so that not even a stray strand of hair will falter and miss a beat.
you donât know how to position that with yourself, not like you needed to dwell on it any further because johnâs already thrusting in. like johnny, he is careful, but he is more cautious, pushing inch by inch without even a ragged breath like heâs scoping out your reaction before he could let out his.
god, whyâs everything so difficult with himâeven now, speared with his cock, you still donât know how to react. itâs like youâre a recruit all over again, dawdling underneath your COâs scrutiny. itâs jarring, terrifying, really, but then johnâs drooping onto you, his head tipping down to nuzzle close to your jaw, and this level of intimacy is what rips a moan out of you. it is drawn out and high-pitched, and so, so utterly debauched.
you hear more than see johnâs pleased laugh, his breaths coming out in puffs that brush against your neck in a ticklish manner. the moment drags onânuzzles and quiet huffs, and slow rocks of his hips almost like heâs taking his time to savour you; to allow you to get used to his size because heâs so different from johnny.
johnny is thick, but john is long. he is reaching deeper than you have ever known, and itâs so overwhelming that you begin to cling to him, in need of any way to ground yourself down from the slow-racing pleasure.
you donât know how long heâs got you like that, but then heâs pulling back and away, and, ânonono, please. please, sirââ
âshh, iâve got you,â he rumbles, still so utterly quiet that it forces out the tears faster, and you know somethingâs changed because john is looking at you with a proud smile, all tactile as he manhandles you to your side, before disappearing behind you. you feel your head being lifted then dropped onto something harder than your pillow, and it is only the smell of ozone that lets you know that john had pillowed your head with his arm, while the other snakes around your waist to pull you closer to him.
you stare at the expanse of your room but everything looks like theyâre appearing underneath a hazy filter, so you blink your eyes to clear them from that mist but it remains unchanged. you feel heavy, all of sudden, like youâre submerged in water, wading through the ripples. floating.
you try to look at the others but all you see are blurs of colours, and you know this should terrify you, you know somethingâs happening in your mind, but you feel so good. so happy. so you fold into yourself, accepting the haze with a keen because johnâs fucking back into you.
it is still so utterly gentle, like love-making, and this makes you sob because the euphoria is dizzying and overwhelming. it is something you havenât felt beforeâjohnny fucks you like a man starved; john fucks you like heâs trying to meld himself into you. or you into him.
it is so drastically different, and you were made to navigate the changing tides. but you canât, not when johnâ
âfuck!â you scream, thrashing in his hold, but john ignores your voice as his heavy hand falls on your cunt with consistent smacks.
you feel lightheaded, untethered, and this is what pushes you to the edge. your orgasm is cataclysmic. itâs like having the fabrics of your reality collide until you are a supernova, bright and burning and so, so, so ecstatic.
you donât even know how you came down from that high, but when you wake up, johnâs already pulled out and your thighs feel extra sticky. you sniffle, turning to accept the quick kiss he leaves on your cheek. he pulls away and you watch him sink back to the lone chair in your room, and only then do you realize heâs still in his uniform. still in the fatigues.
it makes you extra vulnerable somehow and you twist, trying to find anything to cover yourself with, but your shirtâs been thrown to the floor, far from your reach, and your blankets were kicked off the bed.
you grumble, shyness encroaching again now that thereâs no one to monopolize your attention, but a movement from the corner of your eyes makes you jolt. you turn, forcing your eyes to focus, and you blink in surprise because you are sure that kyle wasnât there beforeâclose to your shelving that is stuffed with little knickknacks and souvenirs brought to you by the boys when they take on separate missions that donât require your involvement.
the same shelving where youâve plopped your charging vibrator on. the very same one that is being held up by kyle.
âkyle?â you ask, unable to say any more with how wrecked your voice has become. but the call echoes like a gunshot in the suddenly stifling room, and they all look at you as one. like it didnât matter if kyle was the one holding the wand because they all knew what they want, and it is to see you be fucked with it.
excitement fills you up despite the throbbing exhaustion settling in your bones, and you wonder if they could scent it with the way the pressure in the room grows heavy, almost bladedâice shards against still waters.
kyle moves towards you and your eyes track the wand, almost hypnotized by it, and watch as he drops it on the mattress to shuck off his clothes. it is only then do you turn to him, hungry in the way you devour how he moves, how he breathes, how he unbuckles his belt.
his trousers come first, then his shirt. kyle is a catastrophic wonderâseeing him naked like this makes your core throb, aching need stretching in the yawning of your stomach, because he is so beautiful, terrifyingly so.
he reaches for your waist and drags you so youâre laying on your back again, your legs sprawled out on either side of his hips. he looks down at you, his eyes crinkled in his smile. he looks so charming, boyish and youthful, and he makes you thrum with quiet desire because you feel safe even when youâre bare before him.
you feel particularly cherished, like you are the apple of his eye.
âyouâve been so good to us, love,â he murmurs, but in the silence of everyone, his voice bounces off the walls, seeping into where the others are, watching raptly once again.
you nod, not knowing what else to say. kyle chuckles, the sound trickling like quiet chimes, and you wonder if heâs doing this for youâtalking to you in whispers to give your body time to come down from the tremors, or filling you up with something other than a cock because johnny had come in scathing, and john had pierced you with something consuming, and kyleâ
kyle is trying to distract you.
youâve forgotten about the toy, sitting there so innocently. itâs out of your reach, tucked preciously close to kyleâs left leg the way he treats all his smaller gunsânever straying beyond his person, and hovering close. youâve once asked him if it wasnât more comforting to have it on him where he can feel its weight and kyle had looked at you with that soft smile like youâve uttered something so delightful, before telling you, âthereâs a certain pleasure in having it displayed.â
like a promise and an assuranceâhe will always be faster; the one who is more in control.
and today, kyle is treating the wand with the same vehemence.
you didnât even know you were already shaking your head until kyle had cupped your cheek, quiet sounds of comfort rumbling from his chest.
âdonât worry,â he says, eyes blazing with a terrifying promise. âall good girls have to be rewarded.â
kyle doesnât fuck you with his cock right away; instead, heâd bent over and took a nipple into his mouth. it makes you gasp, back arching at every wet suck. there is pleasure to derive, but it is so muted that you begin to settle back into your mattress, waiting, almost in bated breath because kyle has yet to reach for the wand.
you jolt when he finally uses his hands, stomach tensing in anticipation. but still, kyle doesnât reach for it, and instead he swipes a finger to your slit. your pussyâs still so sensitive so it makes you buck, a sharp animalistic sound tearing from your throat, and kyle takes advantage of the sudden change in the pace.
he slips in two fingers in your cunt, curling to poke at your walls, before fucking them outâhe lifts up and sucks your other nippleâand punching them back in. itâs a wet slide, each thwaps ring in your head, and you moan, clawing at kyleâs back because how could he make you feel good just like this?
itâs almost a laughable parallelâjust an hour ago, you had been in the same position, with your legs parted open and two fingers fucking in, while your other hand flicks at your nipples because you had so desperately wanted any form of orgasm. god, it didnât even need to feel ecstatic, just something thatâd rip your aching need into quiet tides. and now here you are, spread open with kyle mirroring every flick of his fingers and every pinching sensation on your nipples, and he is making you feel good.
how dare he. how dare he give you unadulterated pleasure with just his fingers? how could you ever go back to masturbating now that heâs even triumphed over your previous failures, showing your body that there are ways to make your toes curl without a cock nor a toy?
how dare heâ
âno!â you whine, circling your hand around his wrist when he pulls out. you were so close; its tendrils spreading all over your body in the wake of your encroaching orgasm. you thought you were going to be rewarded? kyle promised. he said so!
âoh, love,â kyle coos, breaking through the swirling turmoil in your head. âiâm not done yet, i promise.â
you have to bite your bottom lip to stop the sob that is lodged in your throat as you watch kyle give his cock a pump before lining it up with your cunt. unlike johnny and johnâand the reminder that theyâre there, with simon, makes you jolt for a quick secondâkyle doesnât press in slow nor gentle.
no.
kyle punches everything in. you scream, the sound guttural as you are filled so quickly and so deeply, leaving you to feel the sudden crescendo of your pleasure. your body spasmedâbecause there was nothing else that could explain the sensation of having all your synapses sing with a ripping pleasureâbefore you black out for a second.
you come to the feeling of kyleâs hand mapping your belly, digging just enough that his fingers dimple your skin. you are still stretched and stuffed, and the remnants of your pleasure fire up again.
he flicks his eyes up to you with a smile. âcame so soon fâr me, love.â
your only response is a gurgle. it makes kyle laugh.
âthat must mean yâr ready for something else, yeah?â
a confused whimper bubbles from your throat. kyle just snaps his hips in reply, rendering your mind shut again. you hear him shuffling against the sheets, his free hand reaching for something you cannot see, and you feel your mind pressing at its edges, trying to retrieve the memory of what it is he is looking for because you know what it is, youâre sure.
buzzing noises fill your ears, the sound ricocheting around the space, and your body locks, recollection slamming into you. you tear your gaze away from the far wall to look at kyle.
you wonder what your face mustâve looked like because kyle begins to croon.
âiâve seen this from a homemade porn video.â he shrugs at the incredulous expression on your face. âand iâve always wanted to try it because sweetheart, they didnât press it on her clit.â
whatâ
kyle moves, his body rippling with ease. you donât notice but the boys crowd in, interest bright in their eyes. only ghost continues to be rooted in his spot, and it is only his head tipping to the side that lets the others know heâs just as interested.
kyle presses the toy on your belly. your nose scrunches in displeasure because it just feels like youâre being massaged incorrectly, but he keeps shifting, hunting, and itâs weird because kyleâs still in you so whatâ
you gasp, eyes widening at the odd sensation. kyle freezes, his body curling into something predatory, and digs your wand there on yourâ
âno way,â johnny laughs, and you want to snarl at him to go away but you canât because heâs right.
no way.
kyle had pressed the vibrating bulb of your toy just below your belly and slightly before your upper pelvic areaâkyle had pressed the toy on your womb.
the pleasure is new, uncharted, and it is petrifying because youâve never felt this way before. you didnât even know it was possible to stimulate yourself there, but kyleâs already resuming the pace heâd set, fucking his cock in deeply almost like he wants to feel the buzz from within.
you begin to sob but the tears feel different this time. theyâre still out of pleasure, but the swirling surprise melts the euphoria into something frightening. you donât even realize youâve begun to babble.
âno more!â you hiccup, weak fists thumping against kyleâs chest only to be restrained by john and johnny, each man pushing them down with their own hands.
everything feels too scary, all of a sudden. this pleasure of yours is bigger than you have ever expected and itâs building up too fast and too soon, and still, kyle remains unfazed.
âiâm scared! iâm scared, kyle please!â
your words turn into unintelligible warbles, and kyle just says how you are so adorable like this.
âyâr pussyâs going stir crazy, baby,â he croons amidst your tears and you want to scream at him, to be mad and say something mean, but you feel so utterly lost in the bubbling bliss.
it is something youâve never felt before; itâs almost like you are relearning your body at this very momentâlike kyle is unmaking you, and remodelling you, and you feel this cathartic bloating of your orgasm.
kyle sees the moment you succumbed to the enveloping terror of your euphoria, and itâs like heâs been waiting for this moment because he begins to fuck you faster. deeper. his pelvis meets the plush of your ass with every thrust, while he digs the toy further down your flesh.
how could the vibrations ripple past the fat, you donât know, but your orgasm is building, peakingâ
it breaks with another scream tearing from your lungs. this one is much stronger than the previous ones, and enveloping because it feels like your whole body has shut down in the wake of your release.
your mind splinters, your body falling limp like your strings have been cut loose, and kyle turns forgiving again because he shuts the toy down and throws it away. he pulls out and only then do you feel the trickle of his cum sliding out of you.
he leans in, brushing his nose over your cheek. then, âjust one more, little bird.â
kyle slides off the bed, but so do john and johnny, and you hiccup, still sobbing, still floating from the world-shattering climax, when simon greets you.
he is quiet for a while, watching as you catch your breath. you couldnât even stop yourself from sniffling, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes to stain your already blotchy cheeks. he grunts, hand falling to brush unimaginably soft touches across your body, observing.
waiting.
âwasâit?â you finally bite out because you know simonâyou know ghostâand there is something thatâs sitting on the tip of his tongue that he so desperately wants to spit out.
simon grumbles, rolling his eyes.
you groan, growing impatient. âtell mâ.â
but he still doesnât talk, choosing instead to manhandle your body until it is close to him. you want to tell him to give you a minute; that youâre still so sore and tired, and kyle just fucked you mindless that you need a goddamn break, so, âsâmon, noâŚâ
he grunts, palming along your waist, then your hips, before it stops on the fat of your ass. he grabs a handful.
âwonât you let me fuck this hole instead,â simon finally replies.
your heart lurches to your throat, and youâre not the only one surprised because johnnyâs bounding in close, excited, chatting simonâs ear how he wants to go next, âplease, LT?â
you want to tell him to ask you, not simon, but simonâs already giving his assent with a huff, chirping how johnnyâs so impatientâa master and his dogâbefore they turn to you again.
it is only then do you realize that simon hadnât been asking for proper permission; it was all formalities because he was not going to settle for anything that isnât yes.
anal sex hasnât been something you are really interested in; no amount of porn and online anecdotes can change your mind, but simonâs gaze is heavy. itâs final.
before you can even reply, johnâs already throwing something to simon. he catches it with ease, and only when simon flicks his hand do you recognize it to be the lube youâve chucked away in your anger when this whole night started. kyle returns with the wand.
you lay there, on simonâs lap, seeing them flanking you for this⌠corrupting.
âokay,â you muster, trying to stake even a semblance of control.
thankfully, they ignore the shaking of your fists or the way your chest begins to heave in your morbid anticipation. simon laughs, and swoops down to nip your cheek.
âgood girl.â
whew whyd it become a long ramble of smut??? it was supposed to be a john n johnny centric fucking bc of the prelude but alas, i needed to write a semblance of dark!kyle so here we are <3
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reading about ancient jesusy people and it just feels like modern republican christians finding jesus in toast to me rn
#some of them have a vested interest in controlling others so they claim to see jesus coming to wreak havoc on 'non believers'#some of them are paranoid and maybe a lil mentally ill so they see end timey themed jesus shit everywhere#and some of them are just dumb#this is what happens when your religion is built on ruling ppl with fear and paranoia#this shits really just been going on for centuries huh#just. the world battling paranoid idiots#the threat of jesus coming down w a sword with a cross on its handle seems to have been a powerful image for a lot of ppl back in the day#welp. its been a loooooooooooooonh timeand the fella hasnt come. idk. do you ever think jesus- the guy who seems at most capable of#flipping a table- is really gonna come down here w a fiery sword of vengeance? u sure?#kinda feel like thats Not His Vibe but uh whatever... ig bible thumpers know everything right lmao...
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