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demensrage · 1 month ago

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g for get some fun ⚊ • . with itachi and shisui uchiha

summary: training can be fun, but it's more fun when your favorite people decide to give you their full attention. under their care, training will always be fun.

cw: threesome, double penetration, oral (f/m. receiving), fingering, breeding kink, dirty talk, tits sucking.

wordcount: 6.6k

note: english is not my firts lenguage so please forgive me for the grammatical errors I may commit.

Your body trembled with pure rage, so intense that even your muscles hurts. You watched the sun rise on the horizon as you kept ranting, hurling shurikens over and over at the tree in front of you, as if those small weapons could tear away the burning anger from that public humiliation. The scene with your instructor was still seared into your mind.

"No matter how hard you try, you’ll never be anyone." Those words stabbed into your brain like a sharp kunai. How dare he say that to you? He was just a fool consumed by envy. Sure, you hadn’t awakened the Sharingan yet, but your life had been relatively peaceful. You hadn’t faced the darkness needed to activate those eyes that defined your clan.

After throwing the last shuriken, you let out a deep sigh and raised your hands to the sky, stretching. Waking up early to train hadn’t been the best idea, but you felt that need, that urgency to prove your instructor wrong. It didn’t matter that he thought you were destined for mediocrity. You knew your future would be different.

You were more angry than exhausted, and just as you walked to pick up the shurikens embedded in the tree, you realized there was nothing in front of you anymore. You frowned, puzzled, and quickly glanced around. No one was there. You clenched your teeth, biting the inside of your cheek, and cursed quietly.

Suddenly, you felt a soft tap on your head, a playful pat. You spun around quickly, ready to defend yourself, but the shurikens reappeared stuck in the tree as if they had never disappeared. And there, standing right in front of you, was Itachi, looking at you with an innocent expression, but his activated Sharingan told a different story. That intense crimson, with its perfect black tomoe, stirred a mix of admiration and envy in you. The power you so longed to have was right in front of you, and in him, it seemed so natural, as if it required no effort.

"You keep falling for the same trick," said a familiar voice behind you, full of amusement.

When you turned to face him, it wasn’t Itachi who moved, but Shisui, who in a swift and carefree motion, stole a kiss from you. It was fleeting, almost ethereal, but it left a burning spark on your lips.

Your heart skipped a beat as he looked at you with a playful smile, while Itachi stood still in front of you, calm, as if it had all been just another prank between friends.

You couldn’t understand what had changed that suddenly both Shisui and Itachi had started behaving in this strangely affectionate way. Shisui, usually playful but reserved, was now stealing kisses as if it were a regular thing, and worst of all, Itachi, who had always been colder and more calculating, didn’t seem upset or surprised, but... almost complicit.

When did it start being like this? You felt confused. It was as if overnight the dynamic between the three of you had changed without warning, and you were left stuck in the middle, not understanding the new rules of the game. You had trained with them for years, shared missions, laughter, and moments of tension, but they had never dared to cross that line.

You decided not to overthink it, letting it be, because for some reason, it felt... right. As if everything had finally fallen into place, as if this, what was happening between the three of you, was meant to be. It was a strange feeling, but comforting, as if you had been resisting something inevitable for a long time, and now, by letting it flow, everything felt in harmony.

"Did we miss something?" Itachi asked as he picked up your shurikens from the tree for you. His tone was calm, but his words snapped you back to reality. "You seem distracted." His gaze softened, and then he added, with a comforting calmness, "You know, you shouldn't pay attention to what your instructor says."

You watched him approach slowly, and before you could respond, Itachi smiled at you with a tenderness he rarely showed. With a simple but familiar gesture, he gently ruffled your hair. The usual coldness on his face had completely vanished in that moment.

Your breath caught for a moment when his lips brushed against yours with a softness you hadn't expected. It was a kiss so gentle yet deep in its intent, as if he'd been watching how you'd sought the same from Shisui and was now offering it to you on his behalf.

Your thoughts, still a bit disorganized by the sudden change in his behavior, quieted completely. Itachi's kiss had something different. Where Shisui was playful, Itachi was measured and sure.

The question surged back into your mind, like an echo reverberating in your thoughts. You had lost count of how many times those small, intimate gestures had become so commonplace. It had all started in the privacy of one of their rooms, stolen moments that now seemed not to matter at all. The brush of their hands, the glances that lingered a little longer than usual, the silences filled with meaning… Everything had evolved into something much more open, and intimacy had ceased to be a secret.

It was as if they were claiming you as part of them, as if you somehow belonged to their world. You were theirs, only theirs. Right? You always had been, hadn’t you? On reflection, there had never been another friend in their lives besides you. They never talked about other girls with that kind of closeness, and you never saw them interact with other women in a romantic way. Really, they were always where you were.

The realization clicked in your mind immediately, like a gear perfectly fitting into place. You weren’t theirs; they were yours. That idea, once vague, now shone with clarity. They were your friends, your confidants, but also something more. They belonged to you just as much as you did to them.

Itachi was only older than you by less than three months, but that had never been an obstacle. You had known each other since infancy, sharing laughter and tears in a corner of the world that had always belonged to the both of you. Then came Shisui, who joined the friendship you and Itachi shared. He fit in instantly, as if he were the missing piece of a puzzle that had always been incomplete.

Now that you thought about it, they had always orbited around you. You hadn’t noticed it at first, but every gesture and every word took on new meaning. The way they protected you, how they comforted you in difficult moments, or how they allowed you to sleep on them when fatigue overtook you. It was a subtle but profound bond, built on years of trust and loyalty.

You could remember those moments when they carried you in their arms when you asked for help, those instances of vulnerability where you allowed their closeness to envelop you like a warm coat. You tried to recall a time when they weren’t by your side, and it was like searching for a shadow in the dark: it simply didn’t exist. Not even the one time they had denied you something felt real.

They were always there, always ready to offer their support. You were the center of their world, and they were yours. With each revelation, the feeling of belonging grew stronger. It wasn’t just friendship; it was a bond that transcended simple companionship. You were important to them, and the idea that they also belonged to you began to settle deep within your soul.

With every look you shared with Itachi and every laugh exchanged with Shisui, you realized you had never been alone. And now, as you accepted that the love and intimacy they offered you weren’t just gifts but a promise, you felt yourself opening up to a future that had always been there, waiting to be claimed.

"You’re distracted again," said Itachi, frowning as if he could see through the façade you were trying to maintain. "If it’s because of what the instructor said…"

"It’s not that," you replied immediately, letting out a radiant smile that lit up your face. The sunlight seemed to reflect off your cheeks as you tried to downplay his words. "It’s just that I woke up really early."

You couldn’t simply admit that, more than ever, you liked the idea of being part of what they had agreed upon in private. It was a secret that pulsed between the three of you, a connection that felt more intense with each little gesture, each shared smile. Now that you thought about it, the idea of what was happening, though it still lacked a defined name, filled you with a warmth you couldn’t ignore.

Shisui, who had been a step behind, moved a little closer, his smile full of complicity. "Maybe we should train together," he suggested, with that playful air that was so characteristic of him. "That way we can make sure you don’t get lost in thought for too long."

The idea of spending time alone with them, training and joking around, filled you with a barely contained excitement. It was a perfect moment, an opportunity to explore that bond that was forming, that connection that felt more natural with each passing day. You knew you liked what was happening, and now that you were starting to accept it, the possibility of it all becoming something more filled you with anticipation.

You nodded immediately, feeling the excitement grow inside you. "That sounds perfect," you said, carefully taking the shurikens from Itachi’s hand, your fingers brushing his for a brief moment that sent a pleasant shiver through you.

Shisui watched you, a mischievous smile on his lips. “Are you ready to be defeated?” he asked, his playful tone contrasting with the seriousness of the training.

“Defeated? I think you’re mistaken,” you replied, feeling the adrenaline start to flow. “I’m not going to let that happen.” With every word, your determination grew stronger.

“Come on,” Itachi said, his voice firm but filled with a strange warmth. “Show me what you’ve learned.”

With a confident smile, you got into position, feeling the solid ground beneath your feet. You knew your strength lay in hand-to-hand combat, and you were determined to use that to your advantage. However, part of you was aware that, with Itachi and Shisui as your opponents, the odds were against you. Both were prodigies, and while training with them made you better, you knew you’d need more than strength to take them on.

With a swift movement, you launched yourself toward them, knowing the key would be staying unpredictable and taking advantage of any opening you could find.

You let yourself fall heavily onto the grass, exhaustion taking over every muscle in your body. Drops of sweat trickled down your forehead, some lost in the grass while others continued their path down to your jaw. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, desperately seeking oxygen to calm your body’s frantic rhythm after the intense training.

“Just five minutes, okay?” you gasped, covering your face with the back of your left hand while the other rested on your stomach. The contact with the cool air helped you recover, but you knew those five minutes would likely turn into more if you didn’t get up soon.

From your position on the ground, you heard the calm footsteps of Itachi and Shisui approaching. Itachi crouched down beside you with his usual calmness, while Shisui plopped down heavily next to you, letting out a dramatic sigh.

“Five minutes, you say,” Shisui commented, clearly less exhausted than you but pretending to be amusingly exasperated. “I’m surprised you’re not asking for ten yet.”

Itachi looked at you with a small smile on his lips before gently lowering himself onto the grass as well, although remaining more composed. “You’ve improved a lot,” he remarked in his calm tone, as if the combat hadn’t affected him as much.

“I have the best trainers,” you replied with a tired smile, still covering part of your face with your arm. Even though you were exhausted, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of inner satisfaction from Itachi’s words and Shisui’s complicity. After all, training with them was a privilege, and every day made you improve just a little more.

Shisui chuckled softly, gazing up at the sky. “Of course, we’re a marvel,” he joked, though there was a hidden sincerity in his tone.

“It’s not just because of us,” Itachi retorted, looking at you warmly. “You have talent, and you know it.”

Those words made your heart skip a beat. You had heard compliments before, but when they came from them, the impact was different, deeper. You knew both of them were honest with you; they would never tell you something just to make you feel better.

You moved your hand away from your face, feeling the slight coolness of the air as you absentmindedly played with the hem of your leggings, which fit your body like a second skin. “Thank you,” you murmured softly, not taking your gaze off the clouds beginning to cover the sky, trying to maintain calm amid the intimacy of the moment.

The light weight of Shisui’s head settled on your stomach, and a shiver ran across your skin when he left a brief kiss on your thigh, his warm breath marking every touch. You didn’t say anything; you just began to tangle your fingers in his hair, playing with the softness of his strands. The movement of your hands felt almost instinctive, as if they had always been meant to touch him that way.

Itachi, for his part, was equally serene in his actions. His fingers brushed your cheek gently, using his knuckles before taking your chin between his fingers, leaning closer to you. His deep gaze captivated you, as if he were asking permission for what would come next. There was something in his eyes, a mix of tenderness and restrained desire that always managed to disarm you.

You nodded softly, barely a movement, but enough for him to notice. One of your hands left Shisui's hair, gliding down his neck, while your lips met Itachi's in a kiss that shifted from soft to intense in a matter of seconds. His tongue brushed against your lower lip, seeking entry, and without hesitation, you allowed him in, opening your mouth to feel the kiss deepen, becoming more demanding.

Shisui began to leave a line of soft, teasing kisses on your thigh, his mouth slowly advancing while the warmth of his lips spread across your skin. You felt his skilled hands lift the fabric of your top with the same calmness with which he placed each kiss, until his lips found your abdomen. A shiver ran through your body as his warm breath touched your exposed skin.

Each kiss that traveled up toward your neck heightened the anticipation in your body, until finally, his lips reached your collarbone, lingering there with a longer kiss. Itachi pulled away with his characteristic control, leaving space for Shisui to continue, but not without looking at you one last time with that intensity that always disarmed you.

Shisui's lips finally reached yours, capturing you in a kiss that was as heated as Itachi's, but different in its own way—more playful, more wild. The differences between the two had always fascinated you, the way they could complement each other, and now more than ever, you realized how surrendered you were to the delicate balance they shared.

Everything began to take a different path, one that blurred the lines between friendship and something deeper. Itachi's hands found their way under your top, his fingers soft and determined squeezing your breasts through your sports bra, creating a sensation of warmth and desire that made you hold your breath.

“You can say no if you don’t want to,” Shisui murmured against your lips, his voice low and tempting. He gently tugged on your lower lip between his teeth, sending a pleasurable shiver through your body, before licking it with a sweetness that left you yearning for more.

“You don’t have to agree if you’re not comfortable yet,” Itachi added, his tone firm but understanding, as if he were genuinely considering your feelings at that moment. His gaze remained fixed on yours, searching for any sign of doubt or discomfort, making sure you didn’t feel pressured.

“Yes, I want to,” you said, feeling the decision flow clearly in your voice. You exchanged glances with them, a mix of excitement and anticipation filling the air between you.

“Let’s go somewhere else,” Itachi said, helping you to your feet with a firm yet gentle gesture. His hand felt warm around your wrist as he guided you. Shisui followed, his presence close to you reassuring, a reminder that you weren’t alone in this.

Itachi led the way, while Shisui stayed by your side, ensuring you felt comfortable.

Finally, they arrived at a small clearing, secluded and tranquil, surrounded by trees that offered a sense of privacy. The place was illuminated by the soft light of the sunset, creating a magical atmosphere.

“Is this okay here?” Itachi asked, looking around to make sure it was the right spot.

You turned to look at him, feeling a knot of nervousness forming in your stomach. God, they were fucking beautiful; the sunset light illuminated their faces in an almost ethereal way. “Yeah, um…” you began, unsure of how to articulate your thoughts.

Itachi, ever perceptive, noticed you had more to say. With a slight smile, he tilted his head, encouraging you to continue. “No one comes here, just the three of us, and now you,” he said, his voice calm and confident, like an anchor in the midst of your confusion.

You felt a little more relaxed at his assurance. You knew there was a shared trust between the three of you, an understanding that went beyond words. Gathering your courage, you decided to speak.

“Just… I don’t know exactly how… how to proceed,” you admitted, feeling the heat in your cheeks. “I don’t want you to feel pressured, or for this to change what we have.”

Shisui stepped forward, his expression gentle. “No one is pressured. We want you to feel good and safe with us. We’re here for you, no matter how you want this to progress.”

Shisui’s words were like a balm, soothing your anxieties and allowing you to open up to the possibility of what was to come.

You gathered the courage to approach Shisui, your trembling lips pressing against his as you nervously took Itachi’s hand, not wanting to leave him behind. The contact was electrifying, and although your nerves were on edge, you felt it was time to let go.

Itachi’s hands moved firmly, finding your breasts and squeezing them over the fabric of your top, his fingers sinking into you with a mix of desire and possession. Heat built up quickly, elevating the tension in the air.

Shisui broke the kiss, but only to tilt your face toward Itachi, forcing you to look into his dark, deep eyes. “Kiss him,” he murmured as he began to leave kisses and nibbles on your neck, his hot, wet lips trailing sensations that made you shiver. It was as if each touch ignited a spark of desire within you.

You let yourself go, feeling how Itachi responded to your body, his hands gripping you with an intensity that made you gasp. The pace became more frantic, the air thick with a mix of sweat and desire, and you found yourself caught in the whirlwind of their caresses.

The next thing that happened was instantaneous: your shorts and panties disappeared, leaving you completely exposed. Itachi gently pushed you to the ground, and as he removed your top and bra, you felt a chill run through your body. Your hands instinctively closed around your breasts, and you squeezed your legs together, a blush flooding your cheeks as the reality of the situation hit you.

It was the first time you were completely at their mercy, vulnerable and exposed. But as their gazes met yours, a spark of trust ignited within you. They weren’t just men; they were your friends, your protectors. With a trembling breath, you decided it was time to let them take control.

Carefully, you began to uncover your breasts, feeling the cool air caress your skin. Both of their eyes shone with a mix of desire and possession, and although their expressions were dark, you felt them consuming you with their gaze. They shared a brief knowing glance before leaning in, and in a simultaneous movement, each took one of your breasts in their mouth.

A gasp escaped your lips as you felt the warmth and wetness of their mouths on you. Your hands found their necks, pressing their heads closer, binding their lips to your body with a need you hadn’t anticipated. Each suck, each caress, sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, making you lose touch with reality, leaving only the fire that burned in your chest.

Your breasts were a delicacy between their lips, each suction resonating in your mind like an echo of pure pleasure. Shisui focused on one while Itachi alternated between biting and licking the other, creating a rhythm that made your body respond with a ravenous desire.

Itachi’s hands slid down to your waist, exploring your skin as his lips moved with devotion, each kiss leaving a mark of his hunger. “You look so beautiful like this,” Shisui murmured, the vibration of his voice sending a wave of pleasure straight to your stomach.

As both of them dedicated themselves to you, desire took over, filling you with a need you could barely control. You arched your back, seeking more contact, more of them.

The way Itachi cheekily nibbled on your nipple and then licked it to soothe the burning sensation was pure lust. You let yourself go, feeling the pleasure intensify with every movement.

Meanwhile, hands began to make their way between your legs, and the feeling of two fingers parting your folds made you gasp. Shisui’s smile was mischievous, his mouth still busy with your breast, and you felt the tension building. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he murmured against your nipple, his words sending a wave of heat that made you shiver.

Itachi, wasting no time, joined his hand with Shisui’s, their fingers working in perfect sync as he moved up to kiss you with a possession that made you feel like you had no escape. His lips took over yours, filling you with a mix of desire and urgency, while his other hand twisted and caressed your nipples between his fingers.

Shisui gave your clit a pinch, eliciting a cry of pleasure to escape your lips. Before you could process it, he dipped a finger inside you, making you moan as your hips arched to receive him. “You like that, huh?” he whispered with a mischievous grin, as he began pumping in a slow, teasing rhythm.

Itachi, not missing the opportunity, began to stimulate your bundle of nerves, his fingers moving expertly as his dark eyes focused on you. “Look at you, so soaked for us,” he murmured, his voice filled with desire. The heat inside you increased as you lost yourself in the pleasure.

“See how that makes you feel?” Shisui continued, adding a second finger, increasing the intensity. “You can’t deny how much you like it, can you? Let it all flow out.”

The words made it even more intense. With each thrust, your body responded with a mix of moans and sighs, the pleasure building up more and more.

Itachi leaned closer, his lips barely touching your ear. “You want more, sweetie? Tell me,” he said in a seductive tone. “We won’t stop you, I want you to moan our name.”

“Yes!” you exclaimed as Shisui added another finger, curling it inside you and pressing that sweet spot that made you lose your mind. The pleasure intensified, and your legs spread wider, wanting to be filled even more.

Itachi’s hands gave one last tug to your nipples, a gesture that left you even more turned on. When he pulled down his pants, you couldn’t help but stare brazenly, your eyes fixed on his crotch, ready to discover what he was hiding.

“Sit on my face, sweetie,” Shisui said, his voice thick with desire. The command was a tantalizing whisper, and you couldn’t resist. Without a second thought, you moved, placing yourself on top of him as your body vibrated with anticipation.

With one movement, you dropped down, feeling his mouth find you just as you settled in. Shisui's fingers continued to pump inside you, and the combination of his mouth and hands brought you to the edge of ecstasy.

Itachi watched you, his gaze filled with desire, and that only made the situation even more intense. "That's it, that's how I like it," Shisui said, keeping up his pace as your hips moved, enjoying the pleasure they gave you.

Itachi brought a hand to his cock, fucking his fist as he watched you ride Shisui's mouth, who had his hands wrapped around your thighs, keeping you pinned down on him.

You bit your lip as you felt his tongue tease your entrance, an overwhelming heat running through your body. Your gaze connected to the sight before you; fuck, your mouth was watering just watching it. "Open that pretty mouth for me," Itachi said, his voice thick with desire.

You couldn't resist the temptation. With a brazen gesture, you opened your mouth, ready to please him. The mix of sensations, of pleasure and desire, enveloped you as you let yourself get carried away by the moment.

You took him like a good girl, wrapping your lips around his length, slowly, feeling every inch as you kept eye contact with Itachi. He watched you with overwhelming intensity, his jaw tense as you let your tongue run along his length.

Shisui's muffled moans against your center only increased the pressure in your body, your legs shaking as he devoured you mercilessly, his tongue moving skillfully. Itachi let out a low growl, his hand tangling in your hair, gently guiding you as you sank deeper into the rhythm they both set for you.

You rolled your hips harder as you felt Shisui's hands squeeze your ass, forcing you even closer to his mouth, even though you already felt like you were as close as you could be. His tongue worked relentlessly, finding every spot that made you shiver, while his fingers dug harder into your skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

The wet sound of his tongue moving in you and your own moans, muffled by Itachi's pressure in your mouth, created an intoxicating mix that made you lose yourself in pleasure.

You sucked harder, following the rhythm Itachi set as he looked at you with desire in his eyes. His moans were soft but deep, and every sound that came out of his mouth motivated you to keep going, to give him more. Your tongue brushed his skin with precision, tasting every part of him as you took him deep, letting yourself be guided by the heat and urgency of the moment.

"You're doing so well," Itachi whispered, his fingers tangling in your hair, guiding you gently. His caresses on your head were a contrast to the intensity of the moment, filled with a strange kind of tenderness as he watched you with his dark, piercing eyes.

Shisui, beneath you, increased the pressure of his tongue, causing a moan to choke from your throat, vibrating against Itachi. “Fuck, keep it up,” Shisui growled, his voice muffled by your skin, as his hands gripped your hips tighter, controlling your every movement on him.

You were so close that you couldn’t help but sob in pleasure, the sounds escaping your lips in the midst of your work. Every caress, every brush of Shisui’s tongue, and every thrust from Itachi brought you to the edge, and the heat in your abdomen grew, threatening to spill over at any moment.

“That’s it, let yourself go,” Itachi murmured, watching intently as you lost yourself in the pleasure they both offered you. His soft voice was like a balm, and even though you felt exposed, there was something incredibly liberating about letting yourself go in the moment. The combination of his words and Shisui's actions had you wanting more, more and more, as the pleasure built up inside you.

You felt it coming, that boiling point where the pressure became almost unbearable. Your hip movements became erratic, the need to release all that tension intensifying. Still, you tried to continue your work, holding yourself on the edge as you rode the rising wave of orgasm.

Moans escaped your lips, each sound becoming an echo of the pleasure flooding your senses. Shisui, sensing your struggle, increased the pressure of his tongue, while Itachi looked at you with a fire in his eyes that made you feel even more alive.

"That's it, let yourself go," Itachi repeated, encouraging you. You let yourself fall into the abyss, the wave of pleasure crashing against you, taking you with it. Euphoria enveloped you completely, and in that instant, everything else disappeared.

Itachi pulled away from your mouth, gently caressing your cheek with his fingers, his gaze filled with complicity and desire as your head rested on his thigh. The warmth of his skin was comforting, like a refuge after the storm of pleasure.

Shisui, for his part, caressed your ass before pulling away from you, leaving you with an empty feeling that contrasted with the recent satisfaction. His absence was palpable, but the way they both looked at you, with a glint in their eyes that promised more, filled you with anticipation.

“Are you okay?” Itachi asked, his voice low and soft, as he watched you carefully, as if to make sure you were comfortable after the intense experience. “Yes,” you whispered, your lips swollen and wet, voice shaky from the mix of exhaustion and desire.

Itachi smiled, a glint of satisfaction in his gaze. “You’re amazing,” he murmured, stroking your hair before looking up at Shisui. “Ready for another?” Shisui asked, his tone playful and teasing. “Because I see you ready for more.”

With a slight nod, you braced yourself for what was to come, the air thick with anticipation and desire. You felt the electricity between them, the way they both shared this moment, and you couldn’t help but feel anxious for what was to follow.

“Stay like that, baby,” Itachi said, moving closer until he was behind you. His hands found your wetness, two fingers sliding gently, feeling every response from your body as Shisui settled in beside you.

You felt Itachi's presence behind you, his lips and teeth leaving soft bites on the skin of your neck, the combination of pain and pleasure lighting up every nerve. Itachi held you against his chest, his hands firmly on your thighs, controlling your movements with ease.

As Shisui aligned himself with your entrance, the atmosphere was charged with palpable tension, and with a deep inhale, your body braced itself for what was to come.

Shisui's thrust was firm and deep, slowly filling you as your walls tightened around him, instinctively squeezing him. A gasp escaped your lips as you felt him push his way inside you, stretching you in a delicious way. Your hands gripped his shoulders as your legs wrapped around his waist tighter, trying to adjust to the sensation invading your body.

Itachi, behind you, continued to place soft bites and kisses on your neck, his hands running up and down your sides, fueling the fire already burning within you.

Each thrust from Shisui made your body tremble with a mix of pleasure and need. His movements were slow, but each one was deep, filling you completely and stretching the time between desire and satisfaction. Your breathing became erratic as your head rested on Itachi's shoulder, who continued to spread soft caresses over your skin, his lips tracing a path of heat on your neck.

Shisui's lips found your breast, his tongue teasing your nipple as his hips continued to thrust in a deliberate rhythm. The feel of his mouth combined with the deep movements of his hips made you moan, your body trapped between them, every inch of your skin being claimed by them.

You felt each movement with overwhelming intensity, completely filled by both of them as they moved inside you with such precise synchronicity that it left you breathless. The slow, calculated thrusts seemed to have a purpose, allowing your body to adjust to the intrusion as the pressure inside you grew with each second.

Shisui held you firm against his chest, his hands sliding up your thighs with a contrasting softness to the strength of Itachi, who behind you controlled the pace with measured movements. Each time they thrust, a moan escaped your lips, as you felt them rub against each other inside you.

“More, please.” you gasped, rolling your hips in search of more. The plea that escaped your lips echoed in the air, a sound of desire that motivated them both even more. Shisui smiled against your skin, understanding your need, and began to increase the speed of his thrusts.

Itachi, sensing your impatience, adjusted his pace, causing the two of you to move in perfect harmony. The heat inside you intensified, each deep stroke causing sparks of pleasure to course through your entire body.

“That’s good, baby,” Shisui murmured, punctuating each thrust with a possessive touch as his mouth moved between your breasts, licking and nibbling at your skin.

Itachi, ever attentive, brought a hand down to stroke your clit, adding a new dimension to the wave of pleasure washing over you. “You like it like this?” he asked, his voice soft and commanding. “Yes, yes, yes,” you whimpered in pleasure.

Your response was almost a cry of need, and that only fueled the desire that burned between the three of you. Shisui held you tightly, his movements now more intense, hitting that sweet spot that made your body arch towards him.

“That’s it, baby, let go,” he murmured as his hips slammed into you, producing a wet sound that filled the air. Itachi, noticing your growing pleasure, increased the pace of his caresses on your clit, his fingers moving with precision and firmness.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Itachi said, watching as you writhed and moaned between them. The combination of their bodies, the pressure and the friction made you feel like you were about to burst, pleasure building in your belly as they both continued to take you higher.

Heat built up inside you, each thrust intensifying that feeling of fullness that was driving you crazy. Your legs wrapped around Shisui’s waist, clinging to him as Itachi continued to stimulate your clit with forceful, precise movements.

“You’re perfect,” Shisui murmured, his raspy voice filled with desire as his hips moved harder. Your body responded to his every move, feeling your walls tighten around both of them, causing a strangled moan to escape your lips.

“Give me more,” you begged, feeling the pleasure begin to consume every corner of your being. Both men looked at each other, a spark of complicity passing between them as they intensified their pace, bringing you to the edge.

“I’m so close…” you breathed out, each word laden with need. With every hip thrust and every caress of Itachi’s fingers, you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. You let yourself go, and in that instant, you decided that the only thing that mattered was this approaching ecstasy.

The waves of pleasure swept over you mercilessly, your body shaking violently as your climax washed over you, drowning your moans in an almost primal scream. The contractions inside you intensified, squeezing both men with each wave, bringing you to a place where time and space seemed to fade away.

Shisui held you firmly, making sure you didn’t collapse as Itachi continued to thrust deep, taking every moment of your ecstasy. The mix of sensations was overwhelming; The heat, the pressure, and the kisses they both bestowed upon you, all came together in a whirlwind of pleasure that left you breathless.

They both filled you, you felt your walls being stained by warm jets of semen. When Shisui and Itachi pulled out of you, you felt their seeds dripping from your pussy.

The warmth of his lips on your skin made you feel even more connected to them, as if each kiss was a silent promise of care and devotion. His hands moved slowly up your hips, drawing soft circles that sent shivers of pleasure through your still sensitive body.

“Are you okay?” Shisui asked, his voice low and full of tenderness as he looked at you with those dark eyes that seemed to understand you better than anyone else.

You nodded, feeling the mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. “Yes, more than okay.”

Itachi leaned in to kiss you again, his mouth so soft and tempting. His warm breath on your lips made you want more of them, more of that connection that had grown between the three of you. In that instant, everything that had happened before faded away, leaving you with only the desire to be here, with them, forever.

#itachi x reader #itachi uchiha #itachi x oc #shisui uchiha #shisui x reader #itachi smut #shisui smut #naruto x reader #kinktober #—demensrage.

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red-velvet-0w0 · 6 months ago

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INTRO POST

post status: free

Im just a silly little person with an ocean obsession who lives in your phone.

My names are Erin/Eris/Eve/Jess/Red (Erin or Eris is preferred, but I'm fine with any of them)

She/They preferred, but you can call me anything so long as it is NOT he/him (on the same note, if you call me man/dude/bro/guy I will flood your house)

Im a minor (17 years old), and am enby/trans, poly, and a Massive Lesbian, and also probably demiromantic? idk about that last one im still trying to figure that out

im definitely neurodivergent but im not entirely sure what all I have going on up in here (definitely undiagnosed ADHD, probably a lot of other things too)

American/Californian

If you're a terf, a homophobe, or a pedophile: go away please okay? Otherwise pretty much anybody is welcome here so long as you arent hurting anybody

Im pro-palestine

Im an artist, animator, and a game designer (i have a youtube and an itch.io page but neither of them have much on them) (im uh. not quite as good at finishing projects as i am at starting them)

my 2 alt accounts are @red-gamedev-0w0 and @rant-ventvet-0w0

my DMs, asks, and anons are always open if you wanna be silly, and honestly it really makes my day when i get a message. boundaries and norms for talking to me are at the very bottom

i have a silly little OC universe im hoping to turn into a webcomic eventualy (hopefully)

I AM VERY STRONGLY AGAINST AI ART. (and just. generative AI in general) (yes that includes chat gpt and character AI)

I am... incredibly normal about the ocean. I have healthy and reasonable emotions I feel when i think about it. dont question why "erins ocean posting" is one of my most used tags its totaly healthy trust me (is it a religious thing? a sexual thing? a gender thing? you will literaly never know)

The fandoms im in are: Tiger Tiger, Roblox Pressure (Sebastian Solace), Aurora Webcomic, The Killers, Tom Cardy, The Mechanisms, Life Series, Hermitcraft, Parkour Civ, Mineraft, Marble Hornets, Terraria, Hollow Knight, Celeste, Hades, Camp Here And There, Murder Drones, The Art of Murder, The Magnus Podcasts, Epic the Musical, Hello From the Hallowoods, Witherburn After School News, Dont Hug Me Im Scared, The Locked Tomb, Hatchetfield, Centaurworld, Amphibia, Epithet Erased, Kid Vampire, and Bigtop Burger (+ a few more but those are the ones you'll see the most of) (Red means highly likely to post about it, purple means very unlikely to post about it often)

#1 Killers fan (their best album is Sams Town and the best song is Bones and thats a fact)

i also sometimes rant about spanish literature sometimes but thats a rare occasion

I really, really hate Dantes Inferno and the Sierpinski triangle

Id love to be friends, enemies, or really anything in between if you let me.

Tags I use (in case you want to block them):

#erins cryptic ramblings (generic tag)

#erins ocean posting (for ocean related posts)

#axe and erins dnd bullshit (for when im talking about dnd with one of my mutuals)

#the forever day (my OCs/potentialy hopefully a webcomic im working on??? hopefully well see how far that goes)

#erin answers asks (self explanitory)

#erin talks about life /#erin rants about life (also self explanitory)

#erins tumblr ad saga (my compilation of all the worst ads this hellsite has to offer)

BOUNDERIES, NORMS, AND RULES OF THUMB FOR TALKING TO ME:

No horny/vaguely sexual messages unless 1) we are friends, 2) you are under 18, and 3) you have asked me directly in the past whether i am comfortable with that sort of thing or are otherwise aware that i am comfortable with you talking to me like that

Avoid using male terms as much as possible (ie. guy, dude, man, bro), and id prefer avoiding gendered terms as much as possible, but when you have the choice female terms are prefered (ie. girl). i may refer to myself using male gendered terms from time to time but that does not give you permision to

Do not EVER use the r-slur on me.

Do not EVER say "KYS" or anything of that nature to me, even as a joke

If you send me hate mail of any kind i will either just delete it or if ill just mock you. nothing you can say will ever be as hateful as the stuff my brain says to me on a daily basis so dont bother

If i say i dont want to talk about something, i dont want to talk about it.

Nicknames and terms of endearment (ie. dear, love, bestie) are fine from friends, so long as you have cleared with me that I am fine with you calling me that

I have a tendancy to be VERY flirty with some of my friends, but just know that i almost certainly mean it entirely platonicaly, unless i specificaly tell you i mean it in a different way. Even something like "i want to make out with you" can be platonic coming from me, so in general dont assume im flirting with you (likewise if you ARE actualy flirting with me be warned that I will not realize in the slightest and you will have to be very clear that you are actualy flirting because there is no other way i will ever know)

If i am saying something nice to you, it is genuine. period. i would never lie to you about something like that. if i tell you i care about you, its not out of pity or out of some strange malice. its because i care about you

you are ALWAYS welcome and encouraged to talk to me, especialy if you are feeling sad or at risk of hurting yourself. Even if we have barely talked, if you need somebody to talk to or rant to I am always here for you.

And that’s about it!

Nice to meet you!

#intro post

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winchestershiresauce · 3 years ago

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Ringing in the New Year

Nathan Bateman x fem!Reader

Warnings: explicit smut, 18+ only, unprotected PIV, Nathan Bateman is kind of a prick, allusion to sex with AI

~1.9k words

“I just– it’s all bullshit. If people really wanted to change, they’d change. Waiting ‘til January does nothing but give them that little dopamine rush because they said they’d do something. It’s all bullshit to sell Weight Watchers plans and gym memberships.” You rolled your eyes and took a sip of the coffee you’d been cradling.

“I get it, Nathan. I’m sorry I asked,” you replied, turning to walk away.

“Come on, don’t– don’t pull that. You asked about resolutions because you knew it’d get a rise out of me and now you’re irritated that you did.” You opened your mouth to snap back at him, but bit your tongue because you knew no good would come of it.

“Did you ever think it’s possible that I asked because I was genuinely curious?” You raised your eyebrows, eyeing him over your mug of coffee. Clearly, you should’ve known better than to ask your boss an innocuous question. You’d forgotten that you were supposed to anticipate his reaction before bringing anything up if you didn’t want to listen to him rant.

“About my new year’s plans?” he asked, incredulously.

“Obviously.” God, he irritated you sometimes.

“No, I didn’t. I don’t have plans. I’ll probably work or drink until I can barely stand and then pass out. Why?” He folded his hands in front of him, his elbows on his knees, and looked up at you. The look on his face was a mixture of smug, irritated, and bored. You weren’t sure if you’d rather slap or kiss that stupid look off his stupid face.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to get drunk with me and watch the ball drop while we make fun of the idiots freezing in Times Square, but I wouldn’t want to bother you.” You took another sip of your coffee and your lips pressed into a thin line. You waited to hear what he had to say about your tone. He hated when you got snippy with him, but you didn’t care. If he wanted to spend the holiday like every other night of his miserable life, so be it.

“Okay,” he answered, surprising you. He looked up at you, expectantly, the irritation mostly missing from his face.

“Okay? Okay, what?”

"Let’s do it." The side of his mouth quirked up in a small smile and you hated the way it made your stomach flutter.

When you made your way down to the lounge, you weren’t surprised to find Nathan already sprawled out on the couch in his sweatpants. You were surprised, however, to find that he had set up a few monitors, each displaying different streams of the Times Square New Year’s Eve celebration. As you sat opposite him on the couch, curling your legs up under you, he popped the top off a beer and handed it to you.

“Wasn’t sure what your preferred broadcast was,” he stated, gesticulating toward the monitors with his own beer.

You shrugged, “I don’t pay much attention to it, so whichever is fine.” He scoffed and you turned to face him, raising your eyebrow questioningly.

“If you don’t pay attention to it, why did you want to do this tonight?” He looked irritated and all you could do was sigh.

“Because, Nathan, it’s a good excuse to just hang out and not fucking work for one night, okay? Plus this year was kind of shit and I’m ready to say goodbye to it.” Your gaze was sharp as you stared back at your boss, bringing your beer to your lips. You weren’t sure what you’d expected.

“Sounds like a good enough reason to me.” The tension in his jaw relaxed a bit and he took a sip of beer, maintaining eye contact with you.

“Really?” Surprise flashed across your face. You were expecting another argument or rant, anything besides his easy acceptance. He shrugged.

“Yeah, really.” He sipped his beer and glanced at the celebratory chaos on the monitors. You narrowed your eyes, giving him a skeptical look. “Contrary to popular belief,” he added, “I do actually enjoy spending time with you.” You narrowed your eyes even further and he laughed. He genuinely laughed. “Occasionally.”

“If you say so,” you replied, your narrowed eyes still watching him with skepticism. For a while, the two of you sat in a surprisingly comfortable silence. You were both lost in your own thoughts, staring either at the broadcasts of Times Square or at the Pollack across the room.

“So, what are your new year’s resolutions?” Nathan suddenly asked, slowly turning to regard you. You couldn’t help but smile – whether he actually cared or was just making conversation, he was making an effort, and you could appreciate that.

“I don’t have any specific measurable resolutions, but I’d like to read more for pleasure this year,” you answered thoughtfully. “Most of the reading I do now is for work and I can be pretty bad about setting boundaries around when I’m working and when I’m off, so I want to make sure I take time off each week and read what I want to read, purely because I want to read it.” He hummed as if considering it.

“I have no idea what that’s like,” he started, sounding serious and contemplative, “I happen to be known for my wonderful work/life boundaries.” He nodded as if assuring himself and took a long pull of his beer before allowing his lips to pull up into a smirk.

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled past your lips. “Right, of course.”

After that, things felt lighter between the two of you. Whether it was the beer or something else, conversation flowed freely from there. By the time the countdown began, you had slowly migrated closer until the two of you were sitting with your thighs pressed against each other. Once you realized the countdown had started, you scrambled to turn your attention to the ball on the screen.

“5… 4… 3… 2… 1…” the two of you counted down with the broadcast and when the ball dropped at zero, you clinked the necks of your beer bottles together in a cheers. You weren’t sure who moved first but when you and Nathan locked eyes at that moment, neither of you put your beers to your lips, instead pressing your lips to each other’s. The hand that Nathan wasn’t clutching his beer with reached up to grab the back of your neck and held your mouth against his. Your free hand wrapped around his back to press his chest into your own.

Nathan tried to take a step back but the back of his knees hit the couch and he sat down, pulling you down with him. You brought your knees up on either side of him to straddle his lap, and he pressed his tongue between your lips to lick into your mouth. As you fumbled to set down your beer bottle somewhere, anywhere, you pulled away from Nathan for a second to catch your breath. After you turned and set your beer down on the coffee table, and took Nathan’s to do the same, the two of you sat there for a moment, looking into each other’s eyes to take inventory.

“If I kiss you again, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop, so please tell me now if you don’t want this,” he breathed, trying to read what you were thinking.

“I want this, Nathan, I want you,” you responded, cupping his face in your hands.

“Good, I’ve wanted to do this for far too long.” He hadn’t even finished his sentence before he was surging up to press his lips to yours again. Cupping your ass, he maneuvered your bodies so that you were on the couch next to him and he was leaning over you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he ground his hips down into yours. You groaned into the kiss at the way you could feel his hardness press against your core. Your hands moved to the hem of his shirt and he only pulled his lips away long enough for you to slip it over his head. Fingers dancing over his tan flesh, you raked your fingernails down his broad chest, making him growl into the kiss. He rolled his hips, pressing himself into you harder. Warmth bloomed in your belly at the delicious feel of his hard cock rubbing against your clit through all the torturous layers of fabric.

“Fuck, need you so bad,” you moaned, rolling your hips up against his. Nathan buried his face in the crook of your neck, dragging his teeth over your pulse point. His hands frantically moved to the button of your jeans and you groaned in frustration as he fumbled with it.

“Benefit to sweatpants, sweetheart,” he growled. You started to laugh but it turned into a whine as he rubbed you through your jeans. Feeling you glare at him, he leaned back enough to grin at you before shifting his focus back to the button of your jeans. You slid your hands down the expanse of his back before tucking your fingers under the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers. Your fingertips dug into the supple flesh of his ass and he finally managed to undo your jeans and slip his hand inside. As you gasped, he sat back on his heels so that he could slip your jeans over your hips and off of you, leaving you bare to him. Unable to wait any longer, he pushed his own pants down over his thighs enough to free his cock from its confines.

Grabbing himself in his fist, he ran the tip of his cock through your slick folds. You shuddered at the contact and he leaned forward again to press his lips firmly to yours.

“Please,” you begged, “Want to feel you inside me.” As you pressed your heels harshly into him, trying to force him to move, he finally relented and buried himself into your warm heat. You let out a cry and he moved a hand between you so that he could press his thumb against your clit. He moved it in tight circles with the rhythm of his thrusts into you, and you chanted, “Fuck,” and “Please,” on alternating breaths.

“Not gonna last long, baby,” he confessed against your throat.

“‘S fine, so close!” He pressed down against your clit, setting off your orgasm, and his hips faltered as your walls spasmed around him. The feeling triggered his own climax and he pulled out just in time to spill all over your belly.

As you both tried to catch your breath, he let his head drop down to your chest. “Fuck,” he laughed, moving to tuck himself back into his pants. He started to say something else, but you cut him off.

“Sorry to interrupt whatever you were about to say – I’m sure it was sweet, but can I have a towel or something?”

“Oh, right. Right, sorry.” Nathan scrambled to get up off of you to go get something to clean you up with. “Kyoko usually– well, you know.”

“That has to be a record for fastest I’ve ever regretted sleeping with someone,” you replied with a groan. He at least had the decency to look sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck and cringing.

“Sorry–”

“I know, just– clean me up first? Then I’ll let you make it up to me.”

#nathan bateman x reader #nathan bateman imagine #Nathan Bateman #oscar isaac

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agapi-kalyptei · 2 years ago

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Melon Husk microservice rant

Anyway, as someone who introduced Kubernetes and microservices into my company, I have oPiNiOnS on Fraud Rapey Narcissist Billionaire Poster Boy's tweet about "microservices bloatware" and "only <20% needed to run twitter".

First of all, the fact that he can even entertain turning them off without months of refactoring is because they're microservices. No architecture is ever perfect, as even megacorps have time, budget and staffing constraints, but in most cases, groups of microservices are reasonably independent, so scaling them down without breaking the whole site IS why the "bloatware" is so incredibly useful.

OK, let me backtrack. What are microservices?

In very simplified terms, people used to write one big pile of software all together, and then scale it (i.e. grow to millions of users) mostly by putting the identical software on 1000 machines. This has some benefits, as in pre-Kubernetes era, it generally meant "install linux, one programming language, libraries and one copy of the Software" and you could just run one script on a 1000 machines to install and run the software. Another benefit is that you can (have to) reuse the code, so if one dev writes a syllable counting routine, you can write a haiku bot simply by reusing that existing code (if you can find it at all... if it suits your needs... etc).

This became incredibly painful when you want to quickly add a new feature with a new programming language, or a new version of some 3rd party (usually open source) library that can, idk, run an AI to detect your hobbies based on the images you post, while the main software uses an old version of that library that can only analyze text posts, and it must be exactly version 1.0.3c or things will start exploding (unrealistic example, but not as unrealistic as you might think - anyway you get the concept).

It's like... running a company. Being a CEO and wearing a formal jacket. And since it works for you, you say "ok everyone needs to wear a formal jacket because it's super comfy to me. and we all need to work in the same room because this is where i'm most productive". And then like a cook or a janitor have to wear a tuxedo to work, crowded in one big cold factory floor. Awkward. That's the old "big blog of software all together" mentality.

So instead you say "every department decides what's their dress code, as long as it gets the job done". So that's microservices. Different departments doing their job specifically, in a way that works for them. But you have a new issue, how to divide the factory floor into rooms.

In 2015, Kubernetes changed the face of computing forever. It literally is like someone invented rooms. We had cubicles before, sure, but nobody loved them, except for the people who made cubicles. So now we have a way of saying "I need a room for 3 people with 3 desks and 4 chairs" and the room comes to exist, and then you put 3 "people" it in - let's say this is the Login Room, one person checks people's passwords, another person checks for fraudulent activity, and one person sends you, say, an SMS code when logging in.

Elon just came in with a shotgun and shot the SMS guy. But it's salvageable, because we have DNA of the SMS guy and we can just clone him. We don't need the touch the passwords guy or the fraud prevention guy, because microservices are, by their design philosophy, as independent as reasonably possible.

I am running out of energy to address the "bloatware" side of arguments, but let's just say if the 3 login guys have to communicate, it takes some overhead. Maybe there's a different department, like Legal Requirements, that sometimes goes "this user requested their data to be deleted forever as is their GDPR right" and they send a message to the Login department, and then all 3 login guys read the message and delete a line from their spreadsheets.

If you want to delete the "80% that's not needed to run {a website}" then you can just take a flamethrower and torch everyone in the Legal Department because you have shown no respect for any legislation, state or person who disagrees with your unrestrained megalomaniac ego, so the Login Room guys can still grind away at their desk, they just stopped receiving messages from Legal.

The "bloatware" is what makes adding or removing features much easier.

~~~

OK but seriously. It genuinely looks like Musk is trying real hard to run Twitter to the ground. My guess is that if Twitter loses a hundred million users and loses all advertisers, then he can declare bankruptcy and go "OOPS I tried my best. i'm a business genius, def not my fault" and bail out on paying back the bank loans he got to pay for twitter.

He'll only lose what he invested himself, but it still would be less than what he'd have to pay if he lost the court case against twitter which would prove that he attempted pump&dump on twitter stock. Still, I hope there's jail time awaiting him very soon. & for what it's worth, I hope the "retired" twitter devs will find new exciting jobs, and a new internet home on tumblr. May you write many more glorious microservices.

#twitpocalypse #microservices #software development #web development

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redxblueihateloveyou · 4 years ago

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What did sk8 do to make you so mad? XD I try not to read posts abt it cause it's just... well you know they're dumb. But what exactly made you write such a rant I'm curious?

It’s not like I got super mad about this one thing, it was more of a last straw, that made me realize just how far from the reality they truly are. They started a nsfw magazine and said to ppl to send them their ID pics through twitter DMs for applications, they cancelled it now after being severely roasted in the comments by ppl explaining that its violating the data security and illegal in some places. Bc of course, why bother to read or ask someone when you’re not experienced enough to organize such things. Good thing they were stopped, bad thing, they weren’t stopped by their own fandom lmao. Now they just cancelled both sfw and nsfw versions without explanation, bc.. I mean, adult ways lol.

why I’m mad truly? bc the majority is so dumb they’ve actually ruined all the fun of being in a fandom.

- bc I have to read stuff like “Langa will die, bc he has same hair as Ash from “Banana Fish’” and yes, if a person directed a drama once, no matter of the genre of their other creations, it’s all end in a drama. Like do you think Utsumi left a note, before she left Free!, that Rinharu must drown at the end of season 10? The answer is “definitely, yes”.

- bc I have to read stuff like “my ship is gonna become canon cause studio Bones also made No.6. Yo, BNHA, where is my shonen-ai?! What do you mean “you’re on vacation”, Logic?

- bc even tho this show has some good points and gay metaphors, it’s mostly just a fun entertaining one, that you need to admit is pretty ridiculous at times and very soap-operish. It is in fact not an oscar nominated Tarantino movie.

- bc if your ship is doing perfectly great, what the point of the mocking other ships and characters with an absolute vile words, that carry too much weigh in real life to be used so loosely in a fictional world, when you can use some actual good arguments instead and be an adult? You still feel threatened or something? Bc as an experienced viewer and reader, I actually just might make an assumption here, that the plot of this is pretty basic, so consider maybe, that Langa is in fact not Adam’s Eve, Adam’s just confused where his happiness lies, like any period romance heroine usually is. And yes, Adam is the main heroine of this show.

- bc aparently high schoolers can’t kiss and NEVER do anything sex related. Yes, in fact all the guys I met waited until they turned 18 to lose their virginity. Truth. They also never touched themselves bc everyone knows that masturbation and yoga pants are a straight way to hell.

And I mean, also how dare Onodera want to sleep with the love of his life in high school, I mean, the unholy act of this is killing me to this day, my eyes are always bleeding, when I’m watching him and Takano. Cancelled, cancelled.

- bc their fandom events are organized by some 2021 spanish inquisition squad and those who agree to their dumb “rules” have no self-respect in my opinion.

- bc their character analysis are vomit and they try to find depth where there is none and fail to see it in a places, where all the depth truly is.

- bc one stupid cow started a trend of cencoring Adam’s name and all the sheep followed and now Adam is Voldemort? And bc the same person who called Adam a “desease” have Dazai as her icon and calls him her sunshine.

- bc they can’t separate fiction from real life and don’t get that what’s okay in fiction is not okay in real life and vice versa.

- bc the same person who yells that shipping a 17 year old with a 24 year old is a pedophilia, turns out to be shipping Gareki and Yogi, who are 15 and 21. I’m like “do you talk about yourself or.. like how does this work?”. Like at least delete it then, if you’re trying to make a point. How stupid can you be?

Trying to explain to them that by their logic 70% of canon iconic ships are cancelled probably gonna be like talking to a tree tho.

Also I can only imagine how they’re watching Noragami and 1000 year old Yato’s shananigans with his 15 year olds crew. Like even if you close your eyes on him actually living for so long, his actual body is still 20+, so just this dusgusting pedo in a training suit, I’m so disgusted lmao.

- bc they trash some characters for absolutely everything, but when their fave is clearly in the wrong, they’re suddenly blind, cause “see, mommy, he’s so relatable, I don’t have to apologize for any of my trash or grow, everything is gonna be fine as it is”.

- bc both me and the creators think that the more interesting and complicated storyline is the adult storyline, but when I come to the tag, like only 2% cares and I have to go through the 40% of the dumbest shit and 58% of rainbows and roses and unicorn’s vomits and *dam, Ad*m, Ad8m.

- bc “you can’t sexualize them, they’re underage”, but “we have a nsfw magazine coming, so pls tweet us a photo of your documents, your security number, your pet name and a brand of the soap you wash your ass with”.

I can continue, but long story short... bc in this fandom the amount of hypocrisy and stupidity everywhere is too damn high and bc a sane person, who just wants to have fun and enjoy the fandom would need xanax after going to this anime’s tag. That’s all.

(I btw always appreciated the rinharu fandom ppl, but in moments like this you just start to appreciating them 100 times more. thanks for not being pretentious, for good organizations, for rinharu weeks, zine and just all the pleasant experience overall and healing my soul in hard times.)

An unpopular opinion just to give someone a heart attack, but putting renga in line with rinharu and victuuri is ridiculous in my opinion. So far they’re not even in the same book, they’re more on the timon and pumba ‘hakuna matata” level, which is cute, but definitely doesn’t hold up to the level. And I honestly doubt they will. it’s a different type of ship that’s all. Also if that Langa “confession” scene makes a ship canon, then do I have some news for you.

Peace out:

#answered #anonymous #anime #modern fandoms suck #this is supposed to be fun not exhausting #also get some brains #sk8 #sk8 the infinity

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lousimusician · 6 years ago

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Sex Pollen Part 3

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary: You make your decision on how to help Peter.

Warning: Smut

A/N: HERE YOU GO, PART 3. ENJOY THE SMUT

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You groaned looking at the time on your clock.

1:00 am

You hadn't been able to sleep at all. The whole Peter situation keeping you up.

You knew what you wanted to do. It wasn't a difficult situation to make. You've had sex before (You were a Stark after all) and with it being Peter the decision was even easier to make.

It just still felt like you would be taking advantage of Peter somehow.

You sighed, sitting up, letting the sheets fall off your body.

You pushed the sheets away, swinging your legs over the side of the bed and getting up, deciding to head to the lab.

You stood outside, seeing that the plant was gone, and your dad and Bruce were pulling an all nighter, as you expected.

You lightly knocked, before letting yourself in.

Tony looked over at you. "I thought I told you to stay in your room?" He said, quirking an eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes. "I just wanted to know if you guys made any progress, you've been down here for hours."

"Well," Bruce said, looking up from the microscope he had been peering down. "We took a few samples of the plants, and just a few hours ago, we got samples of Peter."

You nodded, walking over to Bruce, and looking at the three microscopes that were set up, with an array of swabs just to the side. Bruce had been going on about something, but you ignored him, taking it upon yourself to see the samples.

The first one was a blood sample, but to your disappointment it looked perfectly normal.

You moved to the next one. A cheek swab. And once again the cells looked normal.

The next one was a little personal, but given the situation, you suppose it was necessary, because it was a sperm sample. And once again.

It. Was. Normal.

You furrowed your eyebrows.

"What the hell?" You said, turning to Bruce. "Everything is fine. Do you guys really have nothing?"

"I wouldn't say nothing."

You raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? Then what did you find?"

"I mean technically..." He looked like he was in thought. "Okay, yeah it's nothing, but we still have plenty more samples to go over."

You rolled your eyes. "How does he look, then? Is he getting any better?"

"He's fine, go back to bed." Your dad muttered, looking down into his own microscope.

"Fine may be pushing it Tony. He's��worse than before. I don't think he's going to be able to get any sleep tonight. Which well then cause even more problems if he's sleep deprived and-" His ramblings were cut off by Tony.

"Bruce, seriously?" He said shooting him a look. "Can't you tell when I'm trying to parent? Stop scaring my daughter, you'll put ideas in her head." He looked at you now. "Now, Peter's going to be okay, we're figuring this out. It's just taking longer than expected. Now will you please go to bed, it's past your bedtime."

"I don't have a bedtime." You muttered, making your dad shoot you a look. "But fine, I'll go."

"Thank you."

"Yeah whatever." You sighed, walking out of the lab.

You went back upstairs only instead of going to your own room, you went to Natasha's.

It swung open, Nat standing in the doorway not looking tired in the slightest, it seemed like she had been up all night too.

You took a deep breath, ignoring your reddening cheeks. "Talk to Peter and get me his consent."

She quirked an eyebrow, "You seem rather eager now."

"They have nothing, Peter seems perfectly fine by a scientific stand point. They've been down there for hours, I don't understand why they can't find anything, and Peter's probably getting worse and we still don't know how this could affect him-." You ranted.

"Okay, let's calm down first. Now you're sure you're okay with this decision?"

"Yeah, I mean I'm not a virgin, and I am very much attracted to Peter."

She nodded. "Alright then, I'll talk to him. Wait- what about birth control-"

"It's fine, I'm on the pill." You said, cutting her off.

"Why did I even bother asking, you are a Stark after all." She said with a teasing grin.

"Oh shut up." You blushed, shaking your head. "But thanks for helping me. Now, I need to go overrun F.R.I.D.A.Y's commands so she doesn't tell my dad where I am if he asks. So if he agrees can you tell him it might take me a while to get there."

"Of course." Nat said, stepping out of the doorway and pulling her door shut.

"Okay, thanks again." You said before running off to hack your dad's AI.

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Natasha stalked down the hallway to Peter's room. Anyone who had a room down that same hallway had left, finding it impossible to sleep due to the noises he was making.

She approached the door, already hearing him panting on the other side. Nat sighed, feeling bad for him. She gently knocked against the door.

"D-dr. Banner?" She heard him say.

"Guess again."

"Ms. Romanoff?" He asked in surprise.

"Yeah. Listen I heard you were having a hard time.(Y/N) is worried about you."

Peter groaned, cock twitching just from the sound of your name.

Nat ignored it, continuing what she was saying. "It also looks like Tony and Bruce aren't making a lot of progress..So basically...what do you think about fixing this the way those aliens usually do?"

"W-what! N-no, I can't do that to h-her. It's n-not fair."

"Pete, it was her decision. She thought about it and decided it's okay on her end, she just sent me here to get your consent."

It was silent on his end for a few beats. "...I-I don't know. She's my friend."

She sighed. "You kids are impossible sometimes." She muttered to herself. "Yeah a friend who has an unbearably obvious crush on you and I know you like her too. So maybe if your smart you might get a relationship out of this...And look, she's sure she wants to do this. So don't worry about her alright? Just think about yourself, do you want this?"

"Well y-yeah, but-"

"Good. Then I'm sending her up, alright?"

"...O-okay." Peter said in a small voice.

"She may be a while though, she has to make sure F.R.I.D.A.Y doesn't tell her dad what you two are going to be up to."

He groaned, a flush of embarrassment taking over. "I hadn't even thought about M-mr. Stark. H-he's going to kill me."

"Still better than this stupid plant torturing you. I'm going to find (Y/N) now, hold tight."

Peter hummed as Nat walked away, hearing her receding footsteps.

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"He said yes."

You jumped up out of your seat. You had been sitting in front of your dad's computer, where you had started overriding F.R.I.D.A.Y's commands.

You quickly turned around to face Nat. "H-he said yes?" You asked, wide eyed.

She nodded. "Having second thoughts?"

"No, no." You swallowed. "I think it just sank in what I agreed to do."

"And you're still up for this?" She asked, walking over to look at the screen of your dad's computer.

"Y-yeah." You said, shakily turning back around to continue what you were doing. "I still want to help him." You said as you frowned at the screen and groaned. "It looks like my dad went through extra precautions so I can't mess with F.R.I.D.A.Y like I did last time. This is gonna take longer than I thought."

By the time you had finished it was already 2:15 am. You didn't even know if Peter was able to fall asleep, until you found yourself standing on the other side of his bedroom door. He was a panting and moaning mess in there and you knew he had to be touching himself.

You swallowed harshly, slightly nervous, you raised a closed fist to lightly knock on his door. But he hadn't acknowledged you, his moans drowning out the noise of your knocking. So, you took it upon yourself to enter.

You took a deep breath you shut your eyes and silently opened the door and shut it closed behind you once you were inside.

His moans were louder now that the door wasn't in the way to muffle his sounds. You slowly peeked your eyes open and the sight made you suck in a sharp breath.

His arm was thrown haphazardly across his face, covering his eyes, mouth wide open as almost every lewd sound you had eved heard slipped past them. But what really made your breathing uneven and face flushing, was the sight of him jerking himself off. You squeezed your legs together at watching his had sliding up and down and hips bucking.

Even for you, who wasn't exactly new to sexual experiences found this extremely erotic.

His deep groan of your name made you snap back to reality, and you realized that you should probably let him know you were there.

With another deep breath you prepared yourself for what was about to happen, and cleared your throat loudly, gaining his attention.

He stopped his movements, and his eyes flew to your figure.

"(Y-Y/N)." He breathed out, pulling the bed sheet over his lower body, no doubt trying to have some decency, and scrambling to sit up against the headboard.

"H-hi." You said in a small voice. "How are you feeling?"

"Awful." He whined, his head already getting fuzzy by your presence. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for all of this."

"Hey shh." you said, trying to calm him down. You walked closer to him so you now stood next to the headboard. You brushed back the damp curls from his forehead. "You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for, this isn't your fault Peter."

Peter shut his eyes tightly, averting your stare, just focusing on your touch. "I just- I feel like I'm going c-crazy- and I- and I don't know how long I can c-control myself around you." He said, nearly on the edge of tears, making your heart clench. "And if you knew the things I thought about today you'd h-hate me."

"Peter look at me." You said firmly.

Peter relented, eyes fluttering open and they immediately went to you and raked down your body. Noticing the fact that you weren't wearing a bra under your thin tank top, and your shorts that hugged you so perfectly.

Your hand went to his jaw and lifted it up so he could look you in the eye. "I need you to calm down Peter and know that I'm here to help you." You climbed onto the bed and swung a leg over his lap so you were straddling him now, causing his breath to hitch. Peter sat up straighter, body tense, hands flying to touch your bare thighs. "So." You continued. "Stop feeling guilty and maybe we can try some of those things you thought of today."

He groaned, head falling into your neck, smelling once again all those amazing scents that lingered on you. "This is gonna ruin our f-friendship."

You bit your lip. "I think I can live with that." You whispered before pulling his head back to press your lips to his.

He stopped you though, lips almost touching. "W-wait." He stuttered, and with the sanity that was still left in him asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

You smirked, and let out a short laugh, "You talk too much Parker." You said before crashing your lips against his.

The effect was immediate as he fell into that familiar haze from earlier that day where the only thing he could possibly think about was fucking you so hard you wouldn't be able to walk for days. Peter gripped your waist and flipped you over, so he was now seated between your thighs. He reconnected your lips, the sheets now a tangled mess between the two of you.

And everything seemed to happen at once, he began grinding his hips against you making you let out a surprised yelp and his hands gripped the bottom of your tank top, pulling it up and over your head. One hand gripping your hip while the other began massaging a breast.

Overwhelmed by the sensations you let out a high pitched whine into the kiss, and he took this opening to practically shove his tongue down your throat.

He pulled away, panting, as he worked to untangle the sheet around his legs. "You wouldn't believe the things I imagined doing to you today." He said breathlessly. He finally kicked the rest of the bed sheet to the foot of the bed, head turning to look down at your own flushed and breathless expression. "Fuck- you're so fucking pretty." He roughly ground against you, eliciting another moan from you. "And you make the prettiest noises."

His hands now grabbed the hem of your shorts, pulling them down with your panties. His eyes lingered on your pussy and he licked his lips, eyes flicking back to your own.

"Peter~" You said so desperately he was sure he was hallucinating again.

He leaned over you, pressing his lips onto your neck, kissing and biting as he worked a hand between you two.

His fingers making it's way between your folds. You immediately bucked your hips into his touch, giving him the most wanton moan he's ever heard. He groaned, "You're so wet." He panted as he slipped a finger into you, making you jump.

"Ahh~ holy shit-" A shiver of pleasure wracked down your spine, toes curling into the mattress and hands gripping the bed sheets tightly.

His thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing tight circles, and he slipped another finger into you and curling them. Your head was thrown back into the pillow as your back arched off the bed. Peter panted against your ear, whispering the dirtiest things you've ever heard and you couldn't tell if it was because of the pollen or he actually had this in him.

He continued to thrust his fingers faster and faster, telling that you were getting closer. "C'mon princess I wanna feel you cum around my fingers. You're squeezing them so fucking tight." He groaned. "I can't wait to fuck this pretty pussy." You practically screamed as his fingers hit you perfectly.

"W-who the fuck... knew Peter P-Parker could talk... so d-dirty." You said in between pants.

He smirked down at you. "Now look who talks too much." He panted. "Cum for me princess." And not long after, you did. Back arched and mouth slack in a silent scream while Peter continued to work you through your first orgasm of the night. "That's it pretty girl, just like that." He moaned feeling you clench around his fingers.

Once you came down you were left a panting mess, you jumped as Peter pulled his fingers out because of how sensitive you were. He sat up looking down at you, adjusting you so you lined up with his cock.

"I know you're sensitive princess, but I'm not even close to being done with you." You nodded wordlessly before he pushed into you, the both of you groaning at the sensation.

Peter finally felt some of the relief he had been craving the whole day. He started off with a rough pace, gripping your hips so tight you were sure there would be bruises. You had quickly been rendered a moaning mess, not being able to think clearly enough to form any words.

He brought a hand up to lean against the headboard, giving him more leverage as he changed the angle slightly. "You have no idea how ....crazy you've been driving me all day." He grunted. "How fucking ...hard I had been all day ....because of you."

"Fuck~" You moaned. "I-I'm sorry...I... didn't come.. s-sooner

"Doesn't matter,....you're here now." He said picking up his pace even further, the headboard creaking under his hold, wood starting to splinter.

He quickly pulled out and flipped you over, and pulled you up by your hips before thrusting into you again. He leaned over you, his chest flush with your back an arm wound around your waist, holding you tight against him. "You're so fucking tight, feel so fucking good around my cock." Your face was buried into the pillow to muffle your moans. Peter reached up, gripping your hair with his free hand, and pulling your head up, you hissed at the tight pull on your hair. "Wanna hear you, pretty girl." He groaned against your ear. He moved the arm that was wrapped tightly around your waist, bringing his hand down to your clit, making your body jerk at the sudden contact and clench around him tighter.

You let out a whine acken to a sob, overwhelmed by the pleasure. "P-Peter!" You cried out.

He moaned at your cries for him. "You're doing so good. Such a good fucking girl. I want you to cum all over my cock princess."

And with that you came with a scream of his name falling from your lips. The pleasure so intense you saw white. He continued to thrust into you through your orgasm until he came himself. Moaning your name and curses against your ear.

You whimpered as you came down, body shaking.

He pulled away, turning you over again to admire the fucked out expression on your face. He leaned over you, connecting your lips again and you kissed back lazily completely exhausted and sore already.

But while Peter felt some relief he still needed more because he was hard again in seconds. Although, his mind was slightly less fuzzy, on a positive note.

He pulled back, looking down at you again. His hand brushed back the hair from your face. "You're not tired are you."

"N-no." You lied, because while you were, you'd let him take you over and over again as many times as he needed to.

He hummed, a grin painting his lips. "Good." He said, fingers going back to your clit and gently rubbing, your body jerking at the touch. "Because I plan on making sure you won't be able to walk for the next few days."

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faux-fires · 3 years ago

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finally finished the citadel dlc in me:le and from here it's a straight run to end game. i'm not ready.

(ranting about the ending under a readmore because i know yolkinthejump hasn't played through before).

every time i get to this point in the game i remember how mad i am at the ending. the thing is, UP UNTIL THAT LAST MOMENT me3 is my favourite game of the trilogy BECAUSE it pays off on so many emotional beats laid down by the first two games. talking wrex down from the brink in me1, pushing mordin on his morality throughout me2, seeing the grumbles of the krogan on tuchanka in me2 as they undergo a modernization program - all of that comes to a head in me3 and there is no moment in any video game that GETS me more than wrex calling me his brother/sister and eve trusting me with her name.

i loved chatting to tali in me1 and legion in me2. chewing out the board in tali’s loyalty mission? i literally have a save game right before i get to it so i can replay it at LEISURE. so rannoch in me3?? all the little callbacks like shepard teasing joker about geth ships not having windows, or tali complaining about the time i sent her into the vents, all building up to that moment - when joker tells you you're the first person he's heard of to end a three hundred year old war by YELLING!! i cried, i laughed, i yearned to sling a quarian admiral voiced by loghain mac tir off my ship again.

and then you all of that emotion and all of that passion and you end it all by asking me to choose between three different flavours of cornetto.

just - there are so many moments in me3 that work so well because they pay off all your hard work across three games. according to steam i've put in over 200 hours on me:le and i've played the damn game so many times that i pretty much know exactly what i'm doing, and still: 200 hours for jack to tell me she drew strength from the the long walk of the suicide mission, miranda to apologise for wanting to put a control chip in my head, garrus ('leadership potential' overshadowed by shepard) to step up and run the turian war effort from my gun battery. 'there goes the next shadowbroker!' 'NOT FUNNY'; ‘i am the very model of a scientist sal -’ all those hours of my time and investment in this bloody franchise rewarded with little lines of dialogue, with conrad verner's surprise doctrate, (and kelly chambers theoretically giving me back my fish, the fucking bandit) and then...

hey. what flavour cornetto d'you want. we've only got three and they make no sense.

i think the thing that draws me to ME over and over again is that the ending feels like such a fizzle i can't let go. i feel like the stupid reaper AI; came to a dodgy conclusion and stuck in a loop. with other fandoms i read fic because i want more of what the canon already gave me - more flirting, more banter, more explicit on screen gay romance - but for mass effect i just want closure.

and the thing that gets me is i have no confidence the me4/5 team have learned from it. weekes said casey hudson & mac walters locked themselves in a room and wrote the ending all by themselves and presented it to the others writers as a triumphant fait accompli. the backlash is infamous, so much so they had to release a patch to close SOME of the gaping plot holes. and mac walters STILL says he hopes with me:le his endings will finally be appreciated:

https://www.cnet.com/news/mass-effect-director-hopes-legendary-edition-changes-your-feelings-about-the-infamous-ending/

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200 hours of gameplay, and for what?

man. i don’t even LIKE cornettos.

#not a reblog #'reikah it's been like 8 years let it go'#NO.#SOME WOUNDS WILL NEVER HEAL #on the flip side i think my shepard came out pretty cute & i might post screenshots once i've finished SEETHING

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frostkingoftheapocalypse · 5 years ago

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4, 21, and 24 for the book ask!✨

4. FOR ONCE I CAN SAY YES!! Aaa, I’ve spent so much of my life just re-reading things, I kind of felt like I was getting just as stale as my comfort reads, and was missing out on having new favs, so this year I made a real effort to broaden what I was getting into.

Shortlist of Male Authors I read this year that somehow skipped male author syndrome and should be valued bc that shit is a diamond in the rough (not listing excellent male authors I already knew about):

The Lies of Locke Lamora, by Scott Lynch

I don’t know how he did it, but that was such a fun and fast paced read, and I cared about the main two protags a whole bunch, the precious assholes. That’s it XD Very. Short. List.

New Female Authors I had never read before, who wrote stuff I super enjoyed or felt a lot of feels for, or was just a super cool concept with stand out characters (again not including new reads from authors I already knew about):

Practical Magic by Alice Hoffman (HOW WAS IT SO EVOKATIVE … WITCHCRAFT???)

Cinder by Marissa Meyer (binged this whole series, a very easy read and sweet concept, lots of fav tropes)

The Luminous Dead by Caitlin Starling (defs trigger warnings for this one … very killing eve)

Ancilliary Justice by Ann Leckie (i fell in love with an AI again gdi)

We Hunt The Flame by Hafsah Faizal (recommended for fans of assassin’s creed and beautiful aesthetics, and authors of colour)

Vicious by V.E. Schwab (u two need therapy)

The Blue Sword by Robin McKinley (VERY 80s, but how often does the girl get captured but instead of being abused actually gets taught how to wield a sword and kick ass. I’D RECOMMEND MCKINLEY’S OTHER ONE TOO - the hero and the crown - BUT IT READ LIKE A FEVER DREAM)

Swordspoint by Ellen Kushner (another 80s one, it wasn’t emotionally deep, but it was SO much fun and high society politics i loved it)

God’s War by Kameron Hurley (a gross and depressing world without a happy ending, but again I FELT A LOT OF THINGS)

Captive Prince by C.S.Pacat (controversial and full of trigger warnings I know, but I was both highly confronted by this series and couldn’t put it down for 24 hours straight literally)

I have way more considering I read or half-read hundreds of books this year, I’m going to stop the list there before this post gets out of hand XD

21. I watched a LOT of booktube this year, both the writing community on there and the channels that just review and analyse books. I didn’t realise either of them existed before this year, so there was a lot of procrastination binging that went on XD I realise I just love listening to people ranting about books they’re passionate about??? Also hearing out why they might have liked or hated books differently to how I felt about the same books, the opposing opinions are super interesting. I’m not sure I followed any specific drama though… other than booktubers coming together to absolutely anhilate Onision’s books. Best. Thing. Ever.

24. Yes, a lot of books I had to donate back to the secondhand charity shop. I’m a fast reader, but if I’m struggling to care about anything by 200 pages in, then good lord I have better books waiting to be discovered, it ain’t worth it. …A lot of DNFs this year were due to male author syndrome. I really can’t unsee it after my friend pointed out what it was that was bugging me about the books I hated.

#bookofmirth #;;a year of books meme #{Thanks!! ^^ }#ooc #long post

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phasefuck-moved · 7 years ago

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Can you tell us some about your selfship w/ Jack :0 like how you two met (can be actually how you found out about the character or an in universe thing if you have one), what you love the most about each other, and maybe your favorite thing to do together?

Boy I might ramble so let me put this under the Cut ft. suitable image that describes the mood.

I answer all ur points so- how i found jack (also how i found blands)- about my self insert- what i love abt him

So like. I’ll start with how I found Jack cos that’s always a fun story to tell. Jump back to late 2014, like November-December, FNAF fandom was having it’s first stagnant phase, and I wasn’t back into Homestuck yet. I spent most of my time watching youtubers like Markiplier and RPGMinx, anyone I found from FNAF videos basically. So like all the people that played Prop Hunt together on those channels, I found them all and watched them all. Was also a time that I watched people on Twitch when I really ran out of shit to watch.

So it’s like, late November, first week of December, can’t remember which, was browsing Twitch for something to watch, saw Cryotic was streaming and was like “hey I know that person they don’t stream too much I think I’ll watch them”. Cry was playing TFTBL Ep1. I watched like, from the point where Rhys and Vaughn enter Shade’s lil place. And I think I went to bed before it finished. Went to school the next day and talked to a friend about it, telling them about this new game I saw, my friend knew it too so we talked about it for a while. By December 10th, I’d bought the game, and by December 20th, I had all of the Borderlands games.

So how did I actually find out about Jack and fall for that idiot? Well my stupid ass didn’t meet him in TFTBL because I finished the first episode AFTER starting the other games. So I actually met him in TPS. On Christmas Eve. I was Hooked. Because I played like, all the starts of the games before I played the endings, I still knew he was gonna be a terrible shitty idiot.

At the time I was going through some bad shit, like I’m sure it was the midpoint between two major points of abuse in my life, so I was already diving into coping mechanisms and recently was self shipping again, so I latched onto Jack and have been really gay for him ever since. Although I never posted it on my blog until this year, as I didn’t know of the self ship side of tumblr, and due to all the discourse Jack causes, I didn’t want to cause trouble or be judged or anything so I kept my mouth shut. And now I don’t shut up about it in my group chat, annnnd now here I guess too jdshgjdsg.

Hell my old blog you can’t find one post about me LIKING Jack, let alone self ship or anything. And I still left the fandom and abandoned those blogs due to my only friends at the time constantly insulting the games, to the point where I didn’t want to play them anymore. (Like, they were fans of the games but, in a “I hate the fact there are canon lesbians and lots of lgbt people and memes and shit in the games” so they were mad non stop and ranted at me, the 14 year old loner jdhsgjdsg.)

So yeah. 3+ Years of Jack Hell.

Anyways, I do have a self insert!!! Her name is AJ and she is the Worst. She’s super OP and super cringy but I don’t care because I’m having fun. She’s been through a lot of design changes, with one from 2014, and then a lot from January. But the overall character hasn’t changed. She’s me but too op (being a very old siren with pink tats that still looks 21) and good looking and Actually Smooching Jack. You can find the most recent drawing of her here! Her tag has some of her older art but not all of it.

Story wise, she has an AU timeline with Jack where like, I gave him a new backstory (no wives or gfs… only me now….), but the main games plots stay the same, until her own big plot after BL2.

AJ meets Jack at a Hyperion Science Facility on Pandora, when he’s only 19 years old, young Hyperion programmer that was only there to fix some equipment and move on. He has Angel when he’s 20, believing her to be from a drunken one night stand with a scientist at the facility, who Died p much right away. He doesn’t actually see AJ again until he’s 23-24, when hes taken over this project to shut it down. Moves AJ to where he’s living cos boi he has a thing for this girl he saw only one time. Spent like a year together and then started dating the day before Mercenary Day (aka December 24th, like how thats the day I first found Jack dsjhgjdsg).

Pretty much from there it’s just. AJ helps out with BL1, would be present in TPS like a player character, I guess. Around Jack a lot bc she lov him. BL2 she’s mainly on Helios, like Jack, so probably wouldn’t be seen. Post BL2 she’s stuck on Helios, trapped in Jack’s Office, for seven years, had her arm cut off and all, it’s not pretty. TFTBL starts to happen, moment Rhys enters Jack’s Office shit changes because AJ is there, Rhys breaks AJ out of the office and onto Pandora. She also somehow gets AI Jack who has no clue who she is and is only nice to her to keep her alive so he can stay alive too. (We joked that she slaps the AI out of Rhys and honestly. Mood). She stays on Pandora for 3 years with AI Jack, Vaughn, and some contact with a few Hyperion people. Ends up opening a vault, finds it to be one like Eleseer, instead of knowledge it gives her power.

Then you get my lil story aka Borderlands: Infinite, aka BL8, which many people in my group chat are a part of. This currently doesn’t have a set plot, other than there being a paradox world, AI Jack is a main villain, Lilith and AJ are on opposing sides, and everyone comes back to life a little. It’s really weird.

What I love most about Jack is he is an absolute bastard. But he’s really funny and his voice is really good and I think he lives up to the handsome part of his name. Hell I even like the soul patch from TPS even though nearly everyone hates that. He’s such a nerd. An evil boi. Absolutely terrible.

AJ wise she’s pretty much the same, he’s pretty much the first person she ever gets to know, he looks after her, plus she’s with him from way before he goes off the rails. She just so happens to sorta go off at the same time. Which is why she sticks around when he starts doin bad shit. And Jack’s into her because she’s the cutest damn siren to ever exist like how could you resist. She makes shitty jokes about her being an engineer and him being a programmer.

Before like, TPS their fav thing to do usually involved the ECHOnet, playing games, watching movies, simple stuff. AJ couldn’t really go out much as she was depression (and also needed to be hooked up to electricity at all times. She’s weird. There’s a metaphor in there somewhere for something.) Post TPS she probably enjoyed following Jack around, bein the trophy GF, and also shooting a lot of people. How the times change.

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#self insert #self ship #self shipping #boi i typed a lot sorry if this goes long on mobile it should be under the cut #Anonymous #Inbox #ECHO Log

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Showtime, Chapter 5

@andiwriteunderthemoon, @the-starlight-chills, @ieppiq, and @fishymom-art

Pass the Tests

They waited for Ted.

Out in the hall, Liza could hear the animatronics eagerly talking among themselves. It was clear the trio was friends. She probably could’ve rolled her chair over to eavesdrop and see if she could make out some kind of pecking order or personalities or anything that could help her, besides Rex stealing her hat for no reason. Instead, she sat frozen in her chair, the back of her chair between her and the door. The ghost girl (Doll?) was seated on top of the cabinet, watching Liza and the present box. Together, they listened as the heavy footsteps drew closer.

Then Ted Bear himself was in the doorway and Liza stifled a scream.

He was the one who was in the best condition. Of course, he is, her mind whispered. He’s the brand face. Her scars started to ache as her fingers clenched the back of the chair. Her eyes lingered too long on the cruel brown ones aimed at her before golden eyes lowered in submission. They moved to her current protector, the Puppet in the box. Ted growled.

The others respectfully moved back so he was the only one in the doorway. They hung back as silent support behind him.

And all Liza had was a ghost girl and a tiny puppet in a cardboard box.

Dios mios, she was so screwed.

Ted took a step forward, jabbing a short paw-like finger. “You.” Liza squeaked. “I’ve been sick and tired of your idiocy, sweetheart,” The pet name was spat out like poison. “Been sick of you giving us trouble since the first night. I’m not made for running,” As he talked, she noticed there was a slight up and down motion to his fake fur, like he was panting. There was a winded note to his voice, she noticed in the way all trapped people did. It also looked like he couldn’t raise his left arm correctly. Liza was no genius. But she had been raised by the man who created these animatronics and she had done some mechanical tampering through the years.

Up close, she could also see the cosmetic damage on Ted.

She had to wonder if it hurt.

Ted’s rant was broken by a soft “Ted.” from Kitty. The bear spared a glance over his shoulder, much kinder and warmer than his glare at the night guard. “Look.” She pointed to the present on the desk. The bear followed her point.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. There was no twinkling music from the music box and the bow didn’t so much as give a shudder. There didn’t seem to be a need for it. Ted stared at it. The anger slid from shock back to greater anger and a bit of hurt. “Her?! Out of everyone, her!?”

“Excuse me?!”

Ted gritted his teeth. Liza wisely closed her mouth. She resisted the childish urge to squeeze her eyes in hopes that the nightmare would go away.

“What do we do?” Rex whispered. He was peeking out from behind Bun, who was staring at Liza. It looked like the pirate was examining her, especially focused on her scarf. Liza risked a quick look back. Doll had moved to be behind her, watching the proceedings with curious eyes.

“What can we do?” The captain said when it seemed like Ted wasn’t going to speak. “There’s no other choice. We’ve tried to reason with the Black Devil, but it’s not having any of it. Haven’t seen it like this in ages, since...you know. The other one.” All eyes turned to Bun and Liza felt what little remained of her patience snap.

“Reasoning?! You tried- no you did not!” All eyes returned to her, but the tidal wave of anger consuming her helped her ignore that as she scrambled off the chair. “You were going to kill me anyway until the puppet-guy-thing whatever,” She jabbed a finger at the box. “Stopped you! That’s not reasoning! You were going to ignore it!”

“She even understands us now…!” Rex groaned like the situation was an unfortunate burden the animatronics had to deal with. Or they were the victims of some great tragedy. Whatever it was, it stoked the flames of her anger.

“Watch your mouth, swabbie.” Bun hissed at Liza, eye plates downwards to give her a glare.

“N-No!” God, where was this coming from?

“Liza.” Doll said gently. When she glanced back, she had a mask of calm on. “Calm down.”

“I said NO!” She stomped her foot, feeling like a toddler having a tantrum. The animatronics could still kill her- Puppet was only three feet to their hulking masses. Liza grabbed the present box and hugged it to her chest. If this was her only shield, she had the right to hold it! Everyone went silent, staring at the box like they expected the Puppet to rise out and deal with her itself.

It did not.

Liza breathed in and out, trying to gain control of her temper and her heart rate. “I-I have ev-every right to t-talk! You guys, for two nights, have been trying to stuff me in a suit! I’m not an endoskeleton, which should be obvious to you if your AI is this advanced!” Crap, she felt tears prick at her eyes. “I’m not even metal!” Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry! “I mean, what kind of Hell is this place?!”

Rex cackled. “Be it ever so humble, home is home.” The others were less amused.

“We don’t appreciate that kind of language, Miss…” Ted paused, clearly not sure of her name.

“Dorado. Liza Dorado.”

Ted paused. There was a moment of silence where he just stared at her. It almost felt like he was stunned. Liza shifted awkwardly but before she could talk, he continued. “Dorado. We are a family-friendly establishment.”

“Yeah, ye better keep your language squeaky clean or ye face the jar!” Bun said with a wave of a hook.

“The jar?” A moment passed before realization struck. Liza blinked. “You...have a swear jar.”

“It’s mostly for the summer workers.” Kitty huffed, crossing her arms. “Those teenagers have such an attitude sometimes!”

She nodded faintly, still gaping at the new knowledge. “Okay...makes sense.” It was kinda charming, in an Addams Family way.

“And if you don’t have money for the jar,” Rex continued, malicious grin returning. “Ted’ll chase you down and wash your mouth out with soap!”

“Geez, either getting my mouth washed out with soap for some salty language or being brutally maimed for existing, I wonder which one’s worse?” Behind her, Liza could hear Doll stifle laughter. The sound gave her a little bit of confidence.

Bun snarled, and it disappeared. “Don’t be mistaking our tone, swabbie. There’s still a black mark on you. You could still be strung up and stuffed if you fail the tests.”

“Wha- Tests?! But I already got the job! I already got the job!” She aimed the last one at the box. Maybe when the bots left, she could try and wheedle information out of the Puppet. ‘Tests’ made it sound like it was holding something out on her.

“You’re not out of the woods yet, Dorado.” Ted snarled. He turned and stomped out of the room, the others making a path for him. Liza stared at his retreat before realizing that the others were staring too.

“I’ve never seen him like this before,” Kitty whispered. “Do you think he’ll be okay? I mean, this has happened before, but-”

“Aw, don’t worry sis!” Rex patted the cat on the shoulder. “Ted’ll come around. It’s not like we don’t know what to do if Liza here fails.” Despite the cheerful tone, the dog still snarled at the human. Liza frowned, grabbing the remote to press the down button for the door. “Wha- Hey!”

“It’s Elizabeth. Liza’s a nickname.” she shot as the door went down slowly. “And I want my hat back-!” Before the door finally settled, the hat smacked her in the face. “Gracias.” She waited at the door, listening as the group whispered amongst themselves before hearing their footsteps walk away.

She let out a gasp of air, collapsing in her chair and dropping her hat. Her world still hadn’t righted itself, but it was getting easier to swallow. Questions chased themselves around and around as she set the box on the desk and grabbed the tablet. Doll seized her chance and sat in her lap. Liza absently stroked her hair, staring at the box. How much trouble was she or the Puppet in because of its inaction?

The lid moved back, revealing the Puppet. It rose until it and her face were level. “That went...well.” The whisper came from between her ears. It was an odd feeling, but Liza held back her shudders. There was no need for her protector to think she was frightened by it.

“I’d hate to see what poorly is,” Liza said, shifting to get comfortable. Doll had no weight, but the cold feeling she brought sent pin and needles through her legs. When she looked up, Puppet was shaking its head.

“Do not take their retreat so lightly. They are upset by my decision- I do not blame them.” It gave a hum of thought. “Give them time. It’ll change.” The porcelain face moved, taking in the cramped security room with what looked like interest. “Things always change with time, Night Guard.”

“You keep calling me that,” Liza noted. “I...have a name, you know.”

A blank stare met her words. “No. This is your job.” The Puppet leaned forward, eerily close. It was close enough that she could’ve heard the bot’s inner workings.

There was nothing but silence.

“I will call you as you are. You will remain this way until you die, or otherwise.”

“Otherwise?”

“Each night guard was similarly considered. All of them were flawed. I allowed the animatronics to...dispose...of them.” The Puppet leaned back in its box. “It was kind to them.”

Logically, it was best to stay on the good side of the thing keeping her from a suit. But Liza was not known for logic unless it involved machines. Rafael said it was one of her most charming qualities, combined with her bravery. But she didn’t feel very brave.

She felt like she was going to throw up.

“Wha-What do you mean- you let the others dispose of them? How- they were humans!” Distantly, she noticed Doll turn more see-through like she was paling.

“No. They were adults.” The Puppet spoke like she was a very small child, making her bristle. There was a frantic whisper in her head to stop arguing with whatever this thing was. It reeked of power. Every action it did carried weight.

But she ignored the voice.

“Yeah, and that meant they were kids once too! I mean, what chévere man?! Where were you the first night? Why am I the golden girl all of a sudden?!” The anger that consumed her while talking to the bots came back, full of righteous fury for herself and the others before her. “What about the phone guy?! It sounded like he loved this place much more than I did!”

“This is not about love, Night Guard.” The Puppet’s voice was low, sending her spine through ice. “This is about justice.”

“Justice? On what?”

Her question was waved away with a careless flip of a hand. “Do not concern yourself with the details yet. Right now, it should be on creating and maintaining a positive working relationship with the others. Their aid will be invaluable if you can sway them.”

Liza sputtered. “Wa- You mean, play nice?! No way!” Despite her fear, she flipped the tablet closed without checking and shoved it on the desk. She crossed her arms.

“Alright. But know that my protection will be revoked and you will be disposed of.”

She stared.

“Better to just agree.” Doll whispered.

“...This is blackmail.”

“This is business.”

This time, she shuddered. What did she have to lose? A lot, apparently. For now, to stay alive, she had to make undesirable choices. She sighed. “Alright.” She held her hand out. For a moment, the two stared at each other. “Um...dude?”

“Yes, that is your hand.”

“No, um...I figured that we would shake on it? You know, like making a deal. You keep me from a suit, I’ll play nice?”

“Shake...on it?”

Liza resisted the urge to grin. “People do it when they’re making a deal or a promise. You give me your hand and we’ll make a promise. Like, I promise I’ll play nice with the killer bots and you promise that you’ll keep me from being murdered.” After a long moment, the Puppet mimicked Liza. They shook hands.

The Puppet seemed lost in thought when they finished, withdrawing into the box without another word. Though it did give Liza a strange, completive look before the lid closed and the music box started to play. It played twinkling notes softly for a few seconds before finally stopping.

“That was...weird,” Liza said finally.

Doll shrugged. “It’s old.” She said this like it was some type of explanation.

Even if it was old, who didn’t know how to shake hands?

That was such a little kid thing.

She waited in the office, making an absent note to start taking notes. Any bit of information could be useful to keep her arse from a suit. When six AM finally came, she walked slowly out. In the main dining hall, she couldn’t resist giving the bots on-stage the finger.

“See you tonight,” she grumbled out.

#heartbeat #heartbeat series #wip

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