#also. trying to get decent scans sucks

[l3viathanss]

YIPEE new ibvs chapter!! have some scans from an old sketchbook

[pryllee]

7 minutes in heaven, or 7 hours.

Blade x AFAB! Reader

Dubcon, stomach bulge, kinda degradation/praise kink, slight mean blade with a sprinkle of softheartedness, cunnilungus/fingering, riding, jealous reader, kinda jealous blade ”ugly body” rejections whatever mentioned in start, hickeys/marking, tit sucking, bit of possessiveness in both so the feeling can be mutual, small breeding kink mention

A/N: I get pretty awkward and cringey while trying to write fuck parts so I hope anyone who reads this finds this good. And maybe I'll make HCs with him taking care of a child next time... If anyone wants that. 🥲

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As depressed you already were, it already sucked even more with each rejection that slapped you at the face. You slammed the can of alcohol onto the table as Blade just watched leaning his head onto the wall.

"Ugh these fuckin' asses..." You held onto your head annoyed as hell,

"You know, we should be heading back now." He scanned you, before looking away again to try avoid your ’fiery fists’

You complained, slamming a fist onto the table almost making it break. "Oh c'mon don't make it worse than it already is! These idiots have the nerve to call my body unattractive, they might've just had atleast one more kiss before they died, no? Not like they were any better..." Silently whispering the last part.

Your brows furrowed noticing him staring off into the distance, probably at someone. You tried to find the direction he was looking in, and found a pretty girl almost your height, but her curves really showed through that waitress uniform.

A small ’oh’ of disappointment almost escaped your lips, making your eye twitch. "Maybe your right. Lets go." You grabbed the can with half of alcohol left.

Your walking almost felt like you were stomping leaving Blade barely confused, more like unfazed as he found this normal.

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You noticed the place felt a little lonely, you didn't hear much till you advanced inside further and noticed some of the stellaron hunters and probably new recruits due to some unfamiliar faces along with Kafka on the side and Silverwolf. "Hi, [ Y/N ]. Nice to see you've brought Blade along with you." Kafka smiled as Silverwolf blew gum up, tapping away on her gaming console.

"Whats going on? They playin' spin the bottle?" You pointed drunkly with drool almost oozing out of your mouth. "Hmm...—seven minutes in heaven or whatever." She waved her hand as her back leaned against a pillar.

What is with these people leaning against shit? Just how disinterested really are they?

"Lemme participate." You spoke as you squeezed in a spot in the circle pushing some people aside joining the weird circle formation that felt like a cult. "What about you, Bladie? Won't you join her too?"

"Not interested. I don't really care about those type of feelings." He was about to walk away in the way both of you came, till Kafka offered him something.

"Hmm, I'm sure Silverwolf can secure you some time with her?" Pointing at her as he noticed a little wheel thing that controlled the bottle. "Unless you want her to give herself up to someone else, that is."

He clenched a fist tightly, loosening it quickly as he just also squeezed in a spot opposite of where you are.

He watched the previous can you held be thrown away assuming you already finished it or didn't and just hated the taste now. As the bottle kept spinning for some time, you wondered when it would land on you and choose a decent looking dude. Till it finally did. But then landed on Blade.

Your expression of happiness quickly went away realizing who else it landed on, would he even want to do spicy with you? If anything he'd probably rather do it with that stupid girl he stared at earlier. Maybe I should kill her. Whoops, thoughts got a little offtrack there.

The person on your right was nudging your shoulder to follow Blade in, as you quickly took a glance at Kafka feeling like something was up. And you were right cause something really was up. You followed him in, as he locked the door behind you both.

"So what do we do? Play cards? Or should we find that girls number?" You scoffed in annoyance wondering how the fuck you both even got paired up. Not like he'd find you anything more than friends.

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You once planned to confess to him but as you were looking for him, you overheard some parts of a ’private’ conversation.

"Bladie, what do you prefer in a girl?" Kafka smiled, asking him. He just looked away as he looked in your direction, it felt like he saw you, but then it felt like he didn't as it really was just an open corridor thing.

"I don't know. I don't care about such things... But probably someone good with a sword and is stronger than me." He mumbled the last part, seemingly unsure of his words infront of Kafka as she'd probably do some weird shit.

"Oh? I thought you liked girls like [ Y/N ]?" She pried. "No... We're just co-workers, shes too bold for me too." He sighed, speaking in a low tone.

Just co-workers? Ha, is he fucking insane? Not even friends... But literal co-workers? You walked away holding onto your broken heart with tears bubbling up a little but you just wiped them away deciding to push your feelings away.

"Hmm... Poor [ Y/N ], seems pretty upset that she thought she was already rejected without the chance to even ask directly..." Kafka whispered in a low tone, glancing in the same direction he looked in previously.

"...Excuse me?" He asked, yet only got a headshake and ’nothing.’ in response. Did ’Elio’ also foresee this? How come Blade wouldn't get to know though? Well I guess he wouldn't need to since it's not related to the Astral Express or Stelle.

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"Girls number? Who exactly are you talking about?" He asked, making the atmosphere even more awkward. "Oh please, don't act like I didn't see how you stared down that girl with ’beautiful’ curves in that stupid bar." You scoffed, crossing your arms.

"Is this seven minutes in heaven, or seven minutes in hell listening to you complain? And I didn't stare her down. I was just looking at her because ’curves’ were related in the stupid topic. You're the one who just stomped away like a furious little kid." His words hit you hard into the face, "And we aren't dating, I don't see how you're so pissed off about it."

You were practically seething in anger as you just turned around to go through the rooms backdoor to go outside. "And where are you going?" You felt him grip onto your waist, which sent shivers up your spine. "None of your business." You tried to push his hands off yet his grip only tightened even more.

"Blade..– Let go." Your breathing slowly became more and more hitched as the gap between you closed. Suddenly the lights went out and you heard Kafka announce something that made everyone walk away.

"Have fun, you two." Kafka whispered to herself, although she knew you couldn't hear.

"Hm? What happened, Kafka?" Silverwolf confusingly followed her from behind.

His chest pressed against your back, feeling his breathe becoming heavier as his hand slid down to your inner thigh, making you try to squirm out of his grasp almost instantly. "Blade stop—nnh.."

A soft low moan was made out as he caressed your clothed sex, you held onto the door infront of you, "Do you want me, [ Y/N ]?" He whispered into your ear. As short silence filled the room, he spun you around, lifting you up with his arms with your back pressing against the now locked door. "Answer me, you whore."

His eyes bored into yours. Your eyes darted everywhere trying to find a way to escape or somewhere decent to look at. "Whats with the act? How come you're so shy now?" He teased, chuckling, leaning into your lips. His tongue mixing with yours as you held onto him for Aeons sake, digging your nails into his back.

He pulled away with a string of saliva connecting from both of your lips, before leaning back down biting down on your tops button spitting each one out. "Do you really need to destroy my top? I could've just undo it by myself."

This felt like a dream come true, yet you also wished you would just wake up from it, it feels so wrong yet so right.

"Hmm... Can't have a pretty girl like you falling onto the ground now can we?" He held you with one arm now, with the other needily pushing the remains of your dignity away to reveal your chest. Yet another obstacle arised due to your bra. "Shouldn't we...—stop here? I'm sure it's already been seven minutes.." He shook his head, just pushing your bra down.

"Mmh, how cute, you're the one who wanted this for so long yet you're the one who also wants this to stop already." He bit down on your nipple, suckling on it like he tried to milk you,

"Maybe I should breed you with kids so I can suck alot of milk out of you, you'd probably like that, wouldn't you?" You moaned softly from time to time, covering your mouth with one hand as the other travelled up his hair,

"Mmngh... I— maybe...nnnh" you whimpered. His mouth was suckling one with one hand cupping the other and flicking at your now hard nipples leaving hickeys. You sobbed out his name softly, "I assume thats a yes? Can't believe how turned on you are when I'm only playing with your tits."

The previous hand that was cupping your boob slid down your pants, pushing it down along with your panty,

"Be a dear and say my name, maybe I'll help with that wetness down there then." His gloved finger ran down your slit, making you shudder,

"blade..." You mumbled

"Can't hear ya."

"Ugh... blade," You looked away embarrassed, your nails again digging into his back.

"Hmm?"

"Oh for Aeons sake, Blade please just fuck me!" You cried out in annoyance, the embarrassment was more than enough.

"Good girl." He lifted you over to a table, laying you on it with you facing him, "Wasn't so hard now was it?" He took his gloves off, pulling your pants off exposing your legs and cunt.

The tension got heavier with the bare cold hitting against your chest and lower half. He aligned two fingers with your hole, slowly pushing it in. "Be gentle—please..." You looked away,

"Mhm... And why should I?" He cooed "Could this be your first time?" You slightly nodded, as he just looked back at your hole, pushing his fingers in deeper forcing a moan out of you; "Ughh..—Blade! Nnh!" You cried, arching your back miserably, it hurt like a bitch yet slowly felt good.

He can't believe he almost gave your virginity up to someone else other than him, the fact you could've been moaning out someone elses name really is annoying.

His fingers thrusted in and out at a painfully slow pace, your walls tightened vigorously and it was so easy for him to access with how wet and slick your pussy already was for him. The pace got faster, with his fingers slightly becoming curled with each passing thrust adding another finger in.

"Fuck! Blade—nngh.. shit..." You cussed out clawing at the table feeling a knot in your tummy loosening, you came all over his fingers making a mess on the table. "Look at what a fucking mess you made, what a slut getting off with my fingers alone." He shoved his fingers down your mouth, onto your tongue,

"Lick it." You moaned softly to try and tease him, along with some sucking. "Ha, maybe I shouldn't have let you cum that easily." He flicked your clit making you yelp a little loudly.

The bulge in his pants was starting to become unbearable, but atleast it's time to actually have some intercourse. He undid his belt, slipping his pants off pulling you closer to him, sitting infront.

You became a tad bolder, holding onto his thigh and with the other hand you held onto his arm. "Sit still, pretty girl." he reprimanded,

He finally slipped his boxers down grabbing onto your ass lifting you up pressing your now dry saliva-ridden tits against his chest slightly with him holding his length, "Uhhm... Are you sure it's going inside of me?" You stared nervously at his length "Yes, and I'll make it fit if you're so worried about that." He spat on his hands, rubbing around it.

"Don't girls usually do that by sucking it?" You ask perplexed, "Mmh... They do, but I'm sure the both of us can't wait to start this fuckfest."

He chuckled again lowly, burrowing his head into the crook of your collarbone kissing it leaving a hickey as he blindly shoved it inside of your hole making your back arch, and tremble. His mouth travelled down again to your nipple, suckling on it and drawing circles around it with his tongue. He stuck his hand in place on your stomach feeling the bulge disappear and appear each thrust he does.

"Fuck—" low moans rolled off your tongue, "... Feels so good, Blade.." He sloppily thrusted inside, trying to find your g-spot, finally noticing you tighten arching your backing vigorously at one of the thrusts, thrusting again making you moan loudly.

"Shh. Do you want someone to hear us?" He shoved a finger in your mouth, spitting onto your tongue making you swallow it. "Such a whore, swallowing my spit so easily." He leaned in for another kiss, mixing saliva together once again sloppily thrusting rolling his tongue around with yours.

His thrusts got faster 'n deeper yet somehow still managed to hit your G-spot everytime, you threw your legs around him, and arms around his neck smashing your lips against him. "Fuck—I'm so close [ Y/N ]... He mumbled lowly with one of his hands travelling down to rub your clit furiously.

You creamed around his cock, liquids dripping down your thighs and his shaft furiously feeling yourself coming closer to your climax. You burrowed your head into his neck, messing his collar up and leaving small hickeys as you bit at him.

"Really what a whore, I can't believe you could've been like this with someone else." His words made you scoff slightly, "Neither can I." Grunts could be heard under his breathe and your moans getting louder and bolder till both of you came at the same time, white liquid filled your womb yet you still felt his length barely softening,

You tightened around him hard you could feel his cock pulsing inside of you, "Mmh.. Not done yet." He whispered, blowing into your ear having reality settle into your very veins.

"Don't tell me you still have stamina..." You said in a tired tone. "I do, infact I still do have enough till morning." He laughed leaving another hickey on your collarbone, biting on it feeling proud of all the markings hes made on you.

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Light shined through the blinds, quite literally almost blinding you till you realized you have no idea where the fuck you are. You were in some weird house, in someones bed. You got up and noticed you were naked, hurriedly finding clothes to wear.

Till you noticed the closet was full of mens wear, yet you just grabbed whatever looked comfortable and strided out of that room... Which was probably Blades room. You noticed a mirror right when you stepped out, and saw hickeys everywhere on your collarbone and neck. "So it really wasn't a dream..."

"What wasn't a dream?" You saw him appear from the side holding a cup of coffee in different clothes for the first time. "Also you're wearing my clothes. They seem too big for you." He remarked, "Well obviously, I have no idea where the hell you threw my clothes off too and the tops buttons were torn off by you."

"Calm down you two, we don't wanna stir up trouble in this house, otherwise we'll be found out and chased out. Also stop with the love quarreling." Silverwolf sighed also in different clothes. "Okay why is everyone in different clothes for the first time? Am I going insane?" You rubbed your eyes.

"Now we may wear the same outfit for a long time but we definitely wear something else at night to sleep comfortably, thank you." She replied in an ’isn't it obvious?’ tone. Blade just leaned on the wall sipping the cup of coffee.

Silverwolf then seemed to remember something, hurriedly tip toeing over to you, "How was it?" She whispered in your ear. "What? How was what? I don't know what you're talking about." You flushed red running away to find the bathroom.

"The bathrooms the other way." He yelled loudly in an unfazed tone. "I KNEW THAT!!!" You screamed dashing the other way.

"Oh dear Blade... What exactly did you do to her?" "Nothing. Don't go thinking weird stuff about me now." He took another sip of his coffee before following in your tracks to also go to the ’bathroom.’

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[nicolesainz]

Tricks and champions (SV5)

Sebastian Vettel x f!reader

Summary: Retired Sebastian means he’s all the time at your house, hanging with your father ever so casually. There no denying that even with an age gap, you two fancy each other but try to keep it low key. What happens though when you become a passenger in one of Seb’s crazy rides?

warnings: massive sexual tension, angst, fluff, age gap

"God's sake Y/n, go put on something more decent. Sebastian is coming over." My dad said before I could even walk down the stairs. What a nice way to wake up.

"Good morning to you as well dad." I roll my eyes and walk up again to put on some jeans since he so politely asked.

I look through my wardrobe thrice in order to find a fitting one that won't have my dad raging over it. I finally manage to find one that not only won't have my dad protesting over it, but certainly will have Seb staring at my ass for quite some time.

The bell rings as I am trying to put on some light make up. A touch of red lipstick and a hint of eyeliner is what a girl needs at 10 am after a night of doing tequila bodyshots off her best friend.

Its insane how the entire night I was thinking of Sebastian, dancing with me in the middle of the club, his hands all over my body, holding me firmly and laying kisses on my neck, leaving marks of his ownership on me.

But it's a pity this was only a fantasy. Even though many guys came up to me to make their move, I rejected them easier than the way colleges reject my brother's applications. Sebastian was probably with my dad again, showing off his brand new Porsche 718 Boxster, a gift that he got from his former teammate Mark Webber.

"Y/n, can you come down for a moment please?" My father shouts and I clench my fists in annoyance. I swear to god if he asks me to be a servant again and make him coffees every now and then I will spit in one of them.

I walk down the stairs one more time and I can see in my father’s eyes the relief of me wearing something decent, more importantly my eyes fall on Sebastian who is scanning my body for head to toe, giving enough attention to my slightly showing cleavage after wearing the push up bra.

“Good morning Sebastian. How can I help you dad?” I say in a very polite manner, crossing my arms under my breasts, enhancing the volume and shocking Sebastian even more.

I know it’s filthy, I know it’s dirty. He’s 36 and I am 21, but it’s not my fault Sebastian is an extremely handsome man, with beautiful blue eyes, soft blonde curls and a mustache that not only makes him very fuckable but also fitting to my type.

“Actually, Sebastian was looking for volunteers to test out his new car. He wants a passenger so he can try out some new tricks he’s learned or test some he already knows from the formula one car.”

“And since you were always very keen on sports cars, I thought you’d be very fitting for the job. What do you say?” Sebastian adds after my dad, and all I do I smirk at the idea of him flexing his racing abilities whilst I am teasing him so badly.

“Of course! I’d be more than happy to help you out!” I smile and exclaim proudly, whilst putting on my jacket.

“We will talk in three hours. Y/n, behave yourself, I know you’re a lady and obey to what Sebastian tells you to do” Oh I for sure will obey to his commands. Whether that’s me praising his skills or sucking his dick.

“Let’s go! The track is clear now and I’m allowed free access.” He grabs his keys and we walk outside together.

“Wait, what do you mean track? The Nürburgring? Really?” I reply shocked and Sebastian nods excitingly.

“Oh god you’re gonna kill me, aren’t you?” I say with fear in my voice, once we get into his Porsche, Seb’s hand lands softly on my inner thigh, caressing it.

“Oh no Liebling, I would never hurt you. At least not like that.” His grip is more intense, as I flinch but do not remove his hand from my thigh. The touch is affecting me more as I feel my cunt slightly watering with the thought of his fingers inside me.

“Not like that? You have other plans Vettel?” I look at him and with a twist of my body, my breast slightly show even more now, my bra almost popping out. That causes Seb to groan a bit as his eyes land on them and then swerve back on the street.

“Let’s just say my torturing methods include pleasure. And especially when it comes to you.” His hand moves up more than it should, caressing up and down my fully clothed womanhood. Oh dear god that feels good and you can barely tell his touching me.

“And who says I’ll allow you to torture me?” I softly moan accidentally and try to bring myself back into my senses.

“You heard your father. Obey to what I say.” he lowered his voice and I gulped hardly. For most, Sebastian was a sweetheart but who said he wasn't a secret devil?

Once he removed his hand and placed it back on the wheel, I instantly regretted on agreeing at this ride. He is a massive soft spot for me and I am way too vulnerable when I am with Sebastian.

He knows me ever since I was a kid and he was rocking the formula one world by winning four consecutive world championships with red bull. Even though he retired last season, I still see him as one of my favourite drivers.

And I see him as my secret temptation as well.

Sebastian always told me that I would have a bright future in motorsport. Whenever me and my dad would visit him during the race weekend, I’d always spit random facts or stats just to show of my intelligence.

I will never forget the moment when Sebastian won this third world championship in Brazil and after he got out of the car, the first person who he hugged outside of his team was me. He picked me up, because I was wearing a jersey with the phrase “Weltmeistet 2012!” Followed by a picture of him, posing with the infamous index finger.

The exact one he dares to finger me with if I misbehave.

Luckily, my house is close to the circuit, so in less than 20 minutes we have arrived. The gates are fully open and we pull up from behind the garages, whose gates are open and probably have been since 2020.

When he enter the pit lane and the bar is open as well, he drives slowly all the way to the start-finish line. We sit there in silence for a moment before Sebastian looks at me with a devilish look in his eyes.

“I need you to be completely honest with me. I need to know if grandpa Seb still has it in him.” He says and a giggle escapes my lips with the characterization he used for himself. Grandpa.

Daddy? Sure. Not Grandpa though.

“Come on Seb. You’re not that old. You left Formula One a year ago. I don’t think a four times world champion gets rusty this easily.” I reply to his statement with all honesty.

“I’m not old enough to fuck you sweetheart. But to pull the tricks you’re about to witness, maybe.” I gasp at his comment and my eyes widen. Did he really say what I heard?

He turns on the engine once again and the quickly speeds through turn one but instead of drifting, I feel the car balancing on Seb’s side only.

“Stay still schatz.” He says, fully focused on the road.

I am even trying to hold my breath, besides my balance. What is he doing?

The car steadies itself back after turn 4 and speeds once again without breaking through turns 5 up to 7. After that, he breaks slightly and the car swerves at the front and drives with the two front wheels only.

“Are you trying to get us killed? What did I ever do to you?” I hold on to my seatbelt as Sebastian laughs out, trying to be extremely careful simultaneously.

“For you my dear, death with be slow and sweet. Don’t you worry.” I don’t know what is going on inside his mind and whether I like it or not.

Thankfully at turn 12, we balance once again and I let out a loud sigh. Slowly the drives up to turn 13 when I suddenly notice a ramp in the middle of the straight, closing on turn 16.

Sebastian fully floors the speed and I shut my eyes, as I feel the car levitating from the ramp, but surprisingly not falling down as abruptly as I imagined, drifting into turn 17 and then straight to the start-finish line once more.

Once I open my eyes, I look next to me and Sebastian is eyeing me with a raised eyebrow, waiting for my reaction.

“If that was your plan to kill me, then I’m glad it didn’t work. Nevertheless, I was surprised and weirded out on how you know all these tricks. Also, I was a bit fascinated, not going to lie.”

“Do you really thought I was going to kill you? My baby? I’m not as cruel as you think. And thank you for the compliments.”

“You didn’t answer my question. Who taught you these tricks?”

“I think the person you should refer to, is your father.” He unbuckles his seatbelt so he can turn to face me more comfortably.

“Impossible!”

“And yet true. Why do you think we are this close? Near death experiences bring people together.” He winks at me and my eyes roll all the way back to my fluttering heart.

“My old man has impressed me.”

“And now it’s time for this old man to as well.”

“Weren’t these tricks enough?”

“So you want me to stop then baby?”

“No. Definitely not.”

“So definitely not huh? Haven’t seen you this sure about something ever since you decided to dump this pathetic boy of yours. And I still don’t know the reason why.”

“If only you could look inside my thoughts.”

“I can look inside your thighs if you want me to.”

“Is that an offer Vettel?”

“More like a statement, but take it however you like. As long as it comes true.”

Sebastian brings his face closer to mine, his lips are ghosting over mine and his hot minty breath filling my lungs with joy and extreme desire. His tongue swipes my lower quivering lip and a moan is my reaction to his actions.

“Care to share your thoughts darling?”

[tatelandry]

I WANNA MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD - BF!TATE LANGDON X READER

contains: smut, reader is a virgin, kissing, tit play, cunnilingus, unprotected sex (don’t do this!), pulling out

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

a/n: first time writing smut holy fuck i hope it’s decent 😭🙏 reqs are open!

ever since you and tate started dating he’s been obsessed with you, but to be fair he already was even before that.

he knows what you like and what you don’t like, what you’re thinking about by just looking at your face and he knows all your weaknesses, just like you know his.

it’s usual in the relationship to hang out on friday afternoons at your place, when your parents aren’t home.

tate and you usually just watch a movie in your room and cuddle, maybe there’s some kissing but never more than that. you’re inexperienced, and tate is aware, but he doesn’t mind cause he really wants to be your first.

“you like it?” he asks you, moving his gaze away from the shitty movie you both decided to watch and looking at you instead. “i’ve seen worst stuff” you laugh, looking up at him as his eyes scan you up and down, lingering on your cleavage you casually decided to be showing today. he chuckles too, looking back up to your face and then back to the tv.

you keep watching the movie, sharing glances every now and then. but tate’s mind was somewhere else, your tits to be exact, which seemed to be almost popping out of your top.

he pulls you closer to him, and lightly caresses your arm. you look up at him and smile, his eyes were still on your tits and he was fighting the urge to just let his hand fall and accidentally brush over one of your breasts; but he didn’t.

you noticed the way he was staring at your chest longer than he usually does, and you also noticed the way he readjusted himself on your bed, trying to hide a hard on.

you found this hot, and decided to play with him a little. as he was adjusting his pants, you started to kiss his neck gently, your lips brushing against his sensitive skin ever so slightly.

tate obviously got nervous at this, and let you continue leaving soft kisses on his neck which were now moving up to his jaw. his breath started to grow heavy, and you decide to plant even more kisses on his jaw, to finally let your lips meet his.

you were both hungry, arousal was taking over you while you started to slip your tongue into tate’s mouth. you didn’t know why this was becoming more heated than usual, maybe it had something to do with the fact that you had been wanting him deep inside you for a while but since he never made the first move to have sex to not scare you away, you were deprived.

you eventually got on top of him, both of you now moaning softly into each other’s mouths, and this was getting tate so horny as you started to get wet.

“i want you” you mumble against his lips. “are you sure?” he asks, wanting to make sure you really wanted this.

“yeah.. fuck, i need you so bad” you say as you start to take off your top, tossing it in the bed. as soon as you did that he couldn’t stop staring at your tits, but your bra was on the way.

he immediately reaches his hands to your back and unhooks your bra, letting it fall and then tossing it aside along with your top.

tate didn’t waste any more time and he put his lips around one of your nipples, massaging your other tit with his hand. he sucked on it gently, making you squirm a bit, the sensation was new for you.

he looked up at you while he did this, and smirked when soft moans escaped your lips. you were so weak for him, the wetness in your panties were proof of it.

after playing with your tits for a while, kissing and sucking on them, he takes his shirt off and flips you over. now that he has you laying on your back he kisses you some more, and he can’t help but smile by just thinking about how wet you got while he’s taking your jeans off.

it was such a nice view for him, you in your cute little pink panties, which were soaking wet at this point. he couldn’t wait to take them off of you and eat you out for the first time, but first he took his own pants on so you were even, but not for long.

he then started taking off your panties, basically stuck to you pussy.

he took a moment just to look at it, the way your clit was practically begging to be sucked on and played with.

“you’re so wet. i wanna make you feel good” he says, looking up at you and unable to hide a smirk.

he then started planting a few kisses on your pussy, your juices on his lips now. he kept kissing it from your slit to your clit, and when he got there he started to gently suck on it.

that’s all it took for you to let some moans slip out, tate focusing on making you feel good was making you so horny.

the way his tongue brushed over your clit before sucking on it again sent shivers down your spine, and made you even wetter.

“mmhm..” you let out, unable to form words while tate is eating you out like he was starving. your hand starts to grab his hair a bit, pulling it gently.

he noticed you were gonna cum soon, so he stopped, making a popping sound before he went back up to your face.

he immediately kissed you, tasting your juices on his lips made you even more aroused if that was even possible.

“wanna do it? are you ready?” he asks, looking at your face for your approval.

“mhm” you nodded. as soon as you consented tate started taking his boxers off, letting out his growing length which was rock hard at this point, throbbing for you.

you stared at it, you had never seen it before. you’d only felt it when one of your makeout sessions starting getting heated, and sitting on his lap meant feeling his bulge twitching under his clothes.

“we don’t have a condom” you say. “i’ll make sure to pull out” tate responds, he didn’t want anything to stop him from thrusting deep and hard inside of you today, and even less if it was something dumb like ‘having no protection’, when you’d look so good with his cum all over your cunt.

but he would make sure he didn’t cum inside of you, cause he couldn’t take it if you got mad and left him because of that.

he grabs his dick and gets closer to you while you lay on your back, your legs spread, making room for his body.

he looks at you as he starts to run his tip through your slit, getting it wet from the mix of your juices with his saliva. then, he start to rub it against your clit, which is now very sensitive.

he keeps doing this for a while until he decides it’s time to fuck your brains out, so he aligns himself in your folds and starts to gently push it in.

“let me know if it hurts” he says, not looking away from your eyes.

you nod, not like you can do anything else, not with tate’s cock slowly entering your tight hole.

perhaps too tight. “it hurts” you mumble, but it came out in a moan since yes, it hurt, but it hurt so good.

“it hurts? should i stop?” he asks, about to pull out from your dripping wet pussy before you grab his arm. “no, just keep going” you say.

so he does, he start to push the tip of his cock in between you walls, it felt warm. as he does, some moans fall from his lips, which makes you even wetter and easier for tate to slide into.

“f-fuck” you let out as soon as you took tate’s full cock, balls deep. you felt so full, his dick felt like it was growing bigger while he was inside of you, and he didn’t even start moving yet.

“can i move?” he asked, trying to be gentle even though he just wanted to fuck you senseless until you could barely walk. you gave him a nod of approval, and he started rocking his hips back and forth.

his cock going in and out of your pussy just made you so dizzy, and it made you want to keep looking at it.

this wasn’t enough for tate, so he started kissing your neck as you were under him. he trailed kisses from your jaw to your shoulder while he kept moving inside you.

“fuck, you’re so tight..” he lets out, not knowing the effect it had on you to hear him say that. your response to that being a moan, like the ones you hadn’t stopped letting out for the past minutes.

he then grabbed your thigh. “are you nervous?” he whispers in your ear.

“no” you say quietly, the tightness of your cunt giving away that you, in fact, were.

“no?” he chuckles, and next thing you know he flipped you over so you were laying on your stomach.

this way he had a perfect view of your round ass, and it was just one of his favorite positions.

he aligns his cock in your entrance once again and this time he goes all in, fucking you while grabbing your hips.

he loved to hear you let out your pretty moans and whimpers against the pillow, it made him even harder.

“fu-fuck, tate..” his name escaped your lips, making tate even hornier.

“you’re so pretty like this” he said, watching you as he fucked you even rougher without noticing, but somehow still keeping his voice and words gentle for you.

“m’close” you whimper quietly, your eyes closing in pleasure as his tip hit the spot, it felt even better in this position.

tate kept going, leaning in and planting some kisses on your neck. “are you gonna cum?” he whispers, and you nod as you can’t even form words at this point, you’re too dumbed out for that.

as soon as you let him know that you were gonna cum soon, tate starts to go faster, his tip hitting your g spot even harder while he grabbed your hips.

“i want you to cum first” he says, now both of you could hear the smack sounds his hips made when they hit your ass.

you couldn’t even think now, and you wanted to cum so bad it was aching. you couldn’t help yourself, and before you knew it tate’s cock was drenched in your cum as you let out even louder moans.

tate was fighting the urge to cum practically since he saw your top and how your tits looked on it, and since you already came on his dick he didn’t waste no time.

he pulled out of your cunt and rubbed fucked his hand until he made a mess on your lower back, right above your ass.

“fuck..” he let out, along with a long breath he didn’t know he was holding.

you stayed there, tate’s cum on your ass and a satisfied smile on your face as you’d finally lost your virginity thanks to him.

he then gave you a few kisses on your neck and one long kiss on your mouth, his hair stuck to his forehead from the sweat.

“are you ready for more?”

[vodika-vibes]

Jango 😍 may we get something for him? I‘m not too fussy about anything in particular but I am a thirsty mess for him sooooo maybe some steamy making out?🫣👀 thank you 😊

Missed You

Summary: Jango comes home after a long job.

Pairing: Jango Fett x Reader

Word Count: 628

Warnings: Hints of sub!Jango, if you squint. (I dunno, man, it just happened but I'm kinda feeling it.)

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Sorry that this is so short, but you didn't specify if you wanted any written smut, so I cut the story before it got that far. BUT if you, maybe, wanted me to write you some sub!Jango feel free to send an ask! Also this is set in an AU where the clones are a thing, but Jango didn't create them willingly. So Boba doesn't exist, yet.

You hum a quiet tune as you move around your kitchen. You’d already cooked dinner, and eaten, and now is time for the oh so fun job of cleaning up after cooking and eating. Sometimes being an adult sucks. You miss the days when you could just eat and then go and play.

Of course, that’s also the only part of your childhood you miss.

You set the last of the dirty dishes into the dishwasher, and toss the cleaning rag into the laundry bin, before you hit the button to start the washer, and you step out of your kitchen and into your living room.

You’re lucky. You managed to buy a decent sized home, with a decent sized yard, for cheap. Of course, you had to fix it up, but at this point your house feels like home. Which, of course, was the whole point.

You’re about to sink into your couch and turn on a movie, when you hear the familiar sound of the side door opening, and then shutting with a loud click. And then there’s the even more familiar sound of heavy armor getting set on the shelf, and a wide smile crosses your face.

Jango is home.

You cross the living room, heading to the side of the house that Jango always enters through after he’s been working. You don’t even manage to get to the door, before it clicks open and Jango steps into the house properly.

You open your mouth to greet him, but you don’t have the chance, as he crosses the short distance between you, and crashes his lips against yours. One of his arms wraps snugly around your waist as he pulls you tightly against him, while the other hand settles on the back of your neck.

He breaks the kiss and moves his lips to your throat, instinctively finding the spot on your neck that makes your knees weak, “Jan-” You gasp out his name, or, at least, you try to, and he chuckles low in the back of his throat.

“Missed you,” Jango murmurs as he lightly nips your throat, “So kriffing much-”

You release a laugh that turns into a moan when he bites down on your shoulder, “You-kriff Jango…” You gasp, “You were the one who decided to take the job-” You manage to get out.

He groans, “I know. We needed the credits,” Jango crashes his lips against yours again and walks you backwards until you tumble onto the couch, with Jango pressed into you. He doesn’t once break the kiss.

You drag your hands up his back and into his curls, and you moan into the kiss, trying to pull him even closer to you. 

A low curse falls from his lips in a language you don’t immediately recognize, and his hands dip under the hem of your shirt to dance across your stomach and ribs.

“Look at you,” Jango murmurs, “So pretty. And so pliant under my hands,” His voice takes on a teasing lilt and you try to pout at him, though it’s ruined by the smile playing on your lips. 

“I can’t help it, you have very talented hands.” You reply.

“I have an even more talented mouth.” He retorts with a growing grin.

“Do you? You’ll have to remind me,” You tease.

He groans and manages to get your shirt up and off, before you’re able to stop him with a light touch of your finger against his lips. “Cyare?”

“Jango,” Your smile is small and loving, “Bedroom.”

His dark eyes scan your face for a moment, and he obviously sees something that he likes, because his eyes darken with desire. “Yes ma’am.”

Delight crosses your face. You do so love it when Jango wants to play.

[theworldoffostering]

You guys, I feel like I’m drowning. These past three weeks have felt unmanageable to me. Like, I don’t know how to keep going.

I’m walking alongside (trying the best I know how) the older girls as one navigates this break up and the other tries to transition to college. We got DD a car, but it still needs a few repairs. She was here all afternoon today working on it with DH.

I am waiting for the updated version of Ms. 6’s IEP to hit my inbox to send it off to the school. I am also working on her housing contract. Then I think I can step back for a few weeks. Still trying to figure out what’s going on with graduation. Her mom is back to letting her go to it and maybe allow her to stay for dinner, but it’s Memorial Day weekend and I don’t want to put a deposit down for a dinner somewhere only to have her not be allowed to attend at the last minute. I also don’t want to disappoint her. I’m unsure of how to proceed, so I’m just sort of frozen.

DS takes his civics test next week. You have to pass in order to graduate high school. He has prepared and seems like he will do well. He’s also pole vaulting and doing well at that for being a novice and having very little practice time due to the crummy weather we’ve been having.

Work is a lot right now. It’s to be expected due to the time of year. I can almost see the light at the end of the tunnel, but it’s a lot to slog through.

DH was verbally offered a job this week as a special education teacher. He is supposed to return to school to get his teaching certification in about a week, and is waiting for a letter of intent via email from the potential employer. It’s a lot. We are trying to manage the financial aid piece and we are up against a super tight deadline right now. His interview for the job was virtual, so he’s heading to the school next week to actually tour it and meet his potential coworkers. In the spirit of living in a small town, one of the women he used to live who was in live with him (for real)—the housing situation was work related—works at the school. She has legit not spoken to myself or DH since he and I got engaged so that seems like it will be super awkward (although she is also married now and has kids).

DH is finally seeing a decent therapist and between the therapist and neuropsych eval he had done during fall, it is apparent he is super depressed. Depressed is apparently his baseline and super depressed happens quite a bit. It is helpful to have it identified, but wow, it is a lot to live with. I am really struggling as his wife because he cannot do much and is not really emotionally available 90% of the time. He’s so inwardly focused, that he cannot focus on me, the kids, relationships, stuff that needs to be done, etc. I’m drowning and he cannot take on any of the workload. It sucks.

My endocrin had me take b12 supplements the last three months and my level actually decreased. I’m starting up with b12 injections next week. My TSH is also super, super low which means I’m hyperhyroid and should be losing weight, but I’m gaining which also sucks.

My endocrin is out of network for me which means my injections will be out of network. I have ZERO out of network benefits. The whole healthcare system is atrocious. I refuse to go back to the three endocrins I saw before I connected with my current one. They were all terrible, but in network. I need a super expensive full body scan but I for sure cannot pay for that out of pocket, so I’m waiting to see if my GP will prescribe it when I see him in June.

My crown also broke this week and when the dentist looked at it, I had worn a hole clear through the middle. He said it was due to grinding/stress. I wear a mouth guard religiously at night, so it’s happening during the day. :-/ Cue more medical bills. They glued my current one back on and can’t get me in to work on repair until June. I almost cried when trying to schedule with them because I just cannot even do all of this any more. (It also hurt wicked bad last time they fixed it so I’m somewhat terrified to return.)

That’s my list of complaints/brain dump. There’s more, but I need to wrap up some grading and get dinner going. I miss a life that was easier and less complicated.

[rubykgrant]

OK, I still want to re-write and re-arrange most of this (some stuff I want to change, some stuff I just want to make a little less word-y), but I kinda had something decent cooking with this interaction between unconscious Simmons and Sigma... like, hey little dude, you might be PROJECTING something besides the holographic flames for avatar, hmm? Sigma met somebody with- "A streak of pride, a sense of smug indignation. Ripples of jealousy that turn into waves of resentment. An ego, burning with frustration and ambition", and said to himself- "I could fix you, but I actually LOVE what's going on here" (in a good way, Sigma genuinely isn't being an a-hole). Vague backstory is Simmons has recently reunited with his parents and finally realized they suck (he got some character development and did NOT have a good time), and now some bad guys want to scan the brains of everybody came in contact with the Alpha/AI Fragments to try and make more (but with boot-leg equipment, this will kill them). Tex has returned with the actual Fragments, looking for Church, and trying to rescue the others as well

(text from the images below)

Simmons; Alright… you want me to think about getting back to everybody who’s important to me. Sure, that makes sense. I can roll with that

Sigma; No, that isn’t enough. You need to think BIGGER. The people who tricked you all into coming here, they’re going to destroy you. They will delete what they think doesn’t matter, and focus on the parts they think they can use as tools. This will kill who you are now. It will also kill everybody else. It will kill the people who have become your dear friends. It will kill the people who have become more of a family to you than your pathetic parents. It will kill Grif

Simmons; What, are you trying to scare me now?!

Sigma; I’m trying to MOTIVATE YOU. Everything you want is out there, waiting for you, and you can’t let anybody stand in your way. What is happening to you is an insult, an injustice. How DARE these people try to take away your life, when you’ve FINALLY gotten what you deserve? You have respect, you have purpose, you have genuine happiness. What will happen if you can’t get out of this room? Nothing. You’ll have nothing, and you’ll BE nothing. Does that sound good, Simmons?

Simmons; No. It doesn’t (partial illustration of a face, meant to be Simmons, his eyes closed and expression relaxed to mimic sleep)

Sigma; I didn’t think so. Well, look at us, bonding and everything. I’ll be able to help you now. I can tell you exactly what to do, when to dodge and when to strike. I won’t be “taking over your body”, so don’t worry about that… we’ll just be in unison. I can function at a migher capacity than humans, and normally you couldn’t keep up. However, the better connected we are, the easier it will be for me to give you advice. You’ll react much quicker, and they won’t know what hit them. Once you’re in the clear, and I point you in the right direction, I’ll go help somebody else. Perhaps I’ll even find Grif for you

Simmons; Alright, I guess I’m motivated… actually, I’m pretty pissed-off

Sigma; Yes, I can tell. Let’s be sure to aim that energy at the people who put you here

Simmons; I don’t want to kill anybody…

Sigma; We won’t

Simmons; but I want to make them pay

Sigma; We will

Simmons; I can feel my fingers, and my legs… when should I move?

Sigma; Not yet. I’ll tell you when the time comes. Just hold still, relax, keep your breathing even… they think you’re still sleeping. Don’t let yourself fall into a rage, that’s not what we need. Calm and confident, that’s what we need. You are better that these people think you are, you are capable of more than they expect. Think about what you want, and hold on to that feeling… almost ready… almost…

Sic ‘em

(another partial illustration of Simmons’ face, this time his eye opening, with flames as the iris)

Also, later Sigma basically needs to give Simmons a powerpoint presentation about his feelings regarding Grif; somebody had to SPELL. IT. OUT.

[dysphoric-culture-is]

Not dysphoric culture, sorry, but does mod have any tips on socially transitioning, especially in school? I’m not even out yet, but I like to make plans for what I’m gonna do to make me feel less stuck in the closet, but I’ve only ever really thought about medical transition and don’t really know how to go about socially transitioning. (Afab, nonbinary, want to be perceived as neutral/masculine, if that’s any help)

Don’t apologize anon, mod is here to (try) to give advice!

Mod actually came out at school a couple of years ago (a conservative middle/high school where mod was one of the first publicly out not binary people) so. Here is some stuff.

Support:

Find a good friend group, and ideally also a decent guidance counselor who will not out you before you’re ready

Some fake friends will continue to misgender and deadname you. If this continues for months on end and you keep reminding them, they may not be a real friend

Meet other queer and trans people in your school! Join a GSA/acceptance club if there’s one! Find a trans person in your school that’s older than you and ask them for advice!!

Older trans people in your school can sometimes help you buy gender-affirming products (ex: if they can have it shipped to their house and can use their card, and then you pay them back in cash, for safety reasons etc) or queer merch.

If you want your name and gender marker to be changed in the school’s system you often have to go through the guidance department. Depending on where you live you do not need parental consent for this and do not let the guidance department bully you into it. You shouldn't need a court order either

Google classroom/digitization of education has made life harder for trans students because you will see the wrong name and pronouns listed everywhere. Schools with ID cards have this problem but worse because even if you cover up the name with a sticker, whenever your ID is scanned it will out you. Some places even require students to scan IDs to use the bathroom- a double nightmare for trans students.

Student pictures are cringe. Try to dress as gender-affirming as possible for picture day and remember that you’re likely only being photographed from the shoulders up (chest dysphoria = not your biggest problem)

Not all school systems have a nonbinary marker. Mod’s school pretended not to have one and it took some digging and anxious waiting to get one (mod has since gotten it, is one of the first students in the school’s history to have one, and is spreading resources to other trans and nonbinary students in the school community). For you anon if you can’t get an X/O/N/etc marker you can get a M, which may not be completely accurate but it might make you less dysphoric as compared to a F

Yearbooks might have pre-transition photos of you or even elementary school photos of you so try to speak to someone on the yearbook committee/club about it. Senior year in general can be a nightmare if you’re trans/nb because so many pictures are taken of you and a lot of old photos/letters are dug up

The uncomfortable stuff:

You need to use the bathroom especially if you do after-school activities. This is non-negotiable and far too many trans people (especially transmascs + nonbinary people who were AFAB) get UTIs by avoiding the bathroom all day. Using a public bathroom may be dysphoria inducing but having to see a urologist/gynecologist is much worse. But it’s true that school bathrooms suck! Find one that is the least suck-y (clean, not used very often, ideally gender-neutral) and try to use that one. Not all schools have a gender neutral bathroom, and the ones that do may only have one dirty, single-person bathroom for the entire school (like mod’s). For your case specifically anon if you feel you pass well enough/don’t pass but have enough support at school you can try to use the men’s room. The thing about using the men’s restroom is you have to walk in with confidence (fake confidence is okay too!) and act unbothered.

Mod has never heard of a gender-neutral school locker room, at least below the college level, ever. The good thing is that a lot of students no longer have to change for gym, or that some schools will give nonbinary students the option of changing in the gender neutral bathroom instead. (At mod’s school, their ‘nonbinary inclusive’ policy [which likely did not exist until mod asked about it] is that nonbinary students can choose which gendered locker room they’d like to use! How very inclusive and totally not avoiding the problem! [sarcasm]) You can ask a gym teacher to keep your bag in their office or leave your bag in the gym to avoid the locker rooms.

Your peers:

They might be transphobic, they might be supportive, or they might just not care. Either way they will probably misgender you purely because they knew you pre-transition. Mod has people in school that mod went to elementary school with and many of them are literally the worst. It's a horrible feeling to know that some people will always see you as [deadname and what your AGAB was] even if you 'pass' or correct people. But unless you transfer to another school there is nothing you can do about that.

Just find people who support you, ideally fellow trans people, and ignore those guys.

Transitioning:

You've probably seen a bunch of tips for gender presentation and might have done some already. For masculine/masc-leaning neutral some are: men's clothing, shorter hair, makeup to contour, binding/packing, layered clothing, etc. Some behavioral changes are voice training (do not rely only on T to change your voice if that's your plan!), taking on more masculine speech patterns, walking more confidently, exercising (target certain areas to create a more masculine shape), etc.

The actual coming out part:

Coming out is scary. Friends can encourage you, but you also have to come out to them first.

Most teachers mod has talked to about being queer have been at least polite/tolerant about it. There hasn’t been any outright hostility, but there has been more subtle transphobia. And mod uses neopronouns in a conservative place! The only major issue was when mod sent a teacher an email about mod’s pronouns + nb inclusive curriculum and he sent the email to the principal without asking (wild stuff. He agreed to use they/them for mod, but also denied taking responsibility for his curriculum excluding queer people).

If you want to come out at school but not at home, you can email/talk to your teachers in person and tell them to call you ___ in school and your deadname/wrong pronouns in front of your parents. Some counselors will email your teachers for you if you’re scared of your parents reading your emails/searching your device

You can write your chosen name almost wherever you want! You do not need it changed it the system to use it and especially if you’re writing on paper you can use it.

You are your biggest advocate! You need to get really good at standing up for yourself. Catering to or being nice to transphobes will usually not help you. You will probably need to push people: 'my pronouns are ____' not 'I prefer ____', 'what is the policy on nonbinary students, and if one doesn't exist how are we going to make one' not 'is there a nonbinary policy', 'I will wear the _____ uniform' not 'is it ok for trans people to wear the _____ uniform', 'call me ____' not 'um I have a preferred name and it's ____ is that okay', 'how will you make room for me' not 'can you make room for me' etc. It is not rude to be assertive! Transphobes will call you rude for simply existing in a way they don't like. Make sure to be clear about what you need and don't give them room to evade your requests. Nonbinary students who will come to your school several years from now will thank you.

It’s good that you’re planning ahead for coming out anon because that can make it less overwhelming, but overthinking can also really get you. If planning your coming out (which may or may not happen soon) starts to only stress you out and not give you any joy then you maybe need to take a break.

There's a lot more stuff but this is just a general overview so if you have more specific questions please send in another ask! Good luck anon!

[puppetfives]

Toby with an autistic reader headcanons?? :00

I can try! Sorry if it sucks but this is my first request so please let me know if there's a specific way I should portray it for future ref!

Ticci Toby x autistic! reader

Reader: Gender neutral

Status: SFW

Pronouns: Toby, he/him/his Reader, you/yours since I wrote from 2nd person.

Side note: There are many different types of autism so please don't take this as every type of it portrayed! It's different for everyone so please be kind to those who experience it.

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

☆ Having some issues himself, Toby tries his best to understand your autism.

☆ He does this by scanning his current victim's room to check for any kind of comfort or fidget that could work best for you.

☆ Of course, he'd never actually tell you where he got it from, but only because he doesn't want to overwhelm or overstimulate you.

☆ "Where did you get this from?"

☆ "That's not important." He'd say, clearing his throat before punching his chest two times as a way to tic.

☆ When you start to show signs of being overwhelmed or overstimulated, he immediately grabs a blanket or fan to help warm you up or cool you down.

☆ While doing so, he asks if you need a hug and if you say no then he just sits in front of you, telling you all the things he truly loves about you.

☆ If you do say you need a hug, he may cuddle you wherever you are (except a dangerous place) and whisper soft things in your ear about how great you are and why he loves you.

☆ He may also try to hold your hand or if you're at home, he may get you a favorite drink of yours to help a bit.

☆ When you're hyper, he'll ask what you want to do and you'll do it together. He may have to stop though for just a second to either tic or catch his breath because being with someone extremely hyper is hard.

☆ "C'mon Toby we gotta get to the FNAF 2 movie!"

☆ "Honeybun it's not even out yet!" He says, his head roughly jerking to the side as mutters a quick 'waaaffles!' underneath his breath.

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

I hope this was okay! I've never written for Ticci Toby before so I hope I portrayed his tics decently. I also hope that I portrayed some type of autism okay but I know there are serval types so I tried my best. I hope you liked it! :D

[dyaz-stories]

Soo, with the leaks of chapter 271(is it a leak?) out, I began wondering, how will you expand more on Kagome and Gojo's relationship later on in your story?

So it's a leak-ish, in that it's not the official release/translation, which will come out Sunday or Monday I think (that's why I thought it was going to end on September 30th), but it's not one of those early, super roughly translated scans with really low quality.

Most of it isn't super usable for who are we to fight the alchemy because, since Shibuya didn't happen, almost none of the manga post-Shibuya is going to happen. The chapter does do something interesting with Sukuna but it kinda goes against the storyline I have in mind for Yuuji so I'm not gonna go that route (no spoilers tho lol).

Unsurprisingly, what is usable is going to be Gojo related, and I think I'll make a more in depth post about this once I've had more time with it, but in the meantime I'll put it under the cut. Spoilers, and mild spoilers for the direction my fic is going to take too!

(The chapter is fine, by the way. This one and 270 together make for a pretty decent ending imo, not transcending but I'm not upset with it)

So Gojo does appear in this chapter, and it's in an exclusively positive way — ish. It's at least meant to be positive, and at this point I'll take it. It's shown just how strongly Gojo believed in his students and that he was a teacher through and through, which I love. He's the direct influence that leads Yuuji to break the cycle with the cursed user we see in this chapter, and I think that's cool.

However, we also get a look into Gojo's psyche in this and it's... not great? Like man was not doing good.

The most generous interpretation for these panels is that Gojo expected to die and was trying to do his best to help the future generation move on. Then there's the possibility that he was tired of Gojo Satoru — of being him, of being the strongest, of everything else.

The third interpretation I can see is that he thought the world couldn't evolve with him in it. In that case, the fact that he was blamed by the characters in previous chapters might have been something he was okay with. It kinda sucks, but it's not like it doesn't make sense for him. It's a little out of character, as Yuuji points out, but we don't get to see the REAL Gojo all that often, so... yeah, I could see it.

I could see Gojo trying to change the sorcerer society from within and getting so frustrated with it because no matter what, as long as he's there, everyone will turn to him in the end. Training the future generation? Why bother, Gojo Satoru's there. That gives the higher-ups plenty of room to be shitty to current sorcerers, to expel kids like Hakari, because they don't need to foster the next generation — they'll be long gone by the time Gojo disappears. So, because Gojo's an obstacle to his own dreams, the kids turning out as different from him as possible might be the best way forward. That way, maybe they won't let themselves be turned into weapons, and they won't do it in return.

I'm almost definitely going to go with that in the alchemy. So far, there hasn't been much commentary on Gojo's status in sorcerer society, because while there have been hints of it, Kagome has yet to see him interact with it much. She's seen Yaga, and she's met the kids, but she hasn't seen him with Nanami. I don't think that it's going to come as a shock that she's going to be pissed once she realizes what's going on lol.

It's yet another parallels between them, right? She had her life uprooted when she was fifteen. She both knows what it's like to carry more responsibilities than you should at a young age, and to deeply want to do the right thing. That's why she's not horrified that the kids are in dangerous situations — she knows it's not great, but she also gets, on a super deep level, that they're 100% people despite their age and need to be respected and treated as people.

And even she would be super fucking freaked out upon realizing that there was a bounty on baby Gojo's head. That he was doing special grade missions when he was 15 (and realistically, probably younger than that!). That he's only ever had one person treat him normally (yeah I'm not counting Shoko in there at that point). That he probably thinks of himself as weapon first and foremost and that that's how he's used by people around him.

(listen she's going to have some choice words for Nanami at some point, because I love the man, but his opinions on Gojo specifically are,,, questionable at best)

So I think the question of 'can the world become a better place as long as he's in it', while not fully-fledged in the mind of the alchemy!gojo (because Shibuya didn't happen) is going to be interesting to grapple with. The thing about Kagome is that it's so obvious with her that the answer to that question is 'yes' that I don't know how deep I could get with it because she would find the conversation so silly to begin with, but I could dip my toes in it for sure.

[sirfrogsworth]

I'm not sure I should even write about this but I am feeling a bit traumatized and thought it might help to get it out of my brain.

Trigger warning for graphic urological talk.

Took my dad back to the urologist. The good news is that his infection is gone and he has probably been testing false positive for a while now. When they grew the cultures there wasn't really anything there anymore. The at-home tests must be picking up some contaminates. The doctor told us how to get a better result for next time.

However, we were also trying to solve why my dad has the urge to go every hour because it keeps him from getting decent sleep. Due to his metal hip, the CT scan of his bladder did not resolve very well. So the doctor needed to scope him.

This is the part where you need to stop reading if you are squeamish about medical procedures or things going up things.

This is already a very uncomfortable process. I've had this done due to my kidney stone issues in the past. But due to his age and some prostate operations, getting the scope in was difficult. My dad had a Hank Hill issue. The dreaded narrow urethra. The scope just could not enter.

The doctor was like, "I'll be right back, I need to get something."

He returns with some kind of package and sets it on the counter and it makes a large metallic thud. It sounded like he had a bag of wrenches or something. He opened up the package and it was just a bunch of long metal rods with curves on the end. They literally looked like medieval torture implements. At this point I closed my eyes and just tried to go to my happy place.

The doctor started the procedure and my dad started making noises of discomfort. Soon those noises turned into screams of agony. I wanted to leave the room at this point. Hearing my dad scream like that was very disconcerting. The doctor was silent. My dad yelled, "take it out, take it out!" The doctor offered no words of encouragement... though I think he was just trying to concentrate on his task and finish it as quickly as possible.

While I know things were much worse for my dad, I felt like I could feel what was going on in my own bits. A sympathetic scoping of sorts. I just wanted to save him from that pain and all I could do was sit there with my eyes closed and hope it would all end soon.

The procedure only lasted a few minutes. But it left me very unsettled. The doctor was able to gather some clues as to what is going on. He believes some scar tissue leftover from a prostate surgery was causing the issue. It's possible just the scope was able to open things up. My dad got home and said he peed like normal for the first time in forever. We'll have to see if that continues to be the case.

That was just a horrible experience and I can't get my brain to stop replaying my dad screaming. He feels fine now. And if this fixed the issue, I'm sure we'll both say it was worth it.

But yeah, that sucked.

Try not to get old.

[flower-of-assiah]

about my scans and my rules regarding them!

gonna be having a pretty lengthy message about an ask I just got! and whether it was meant with good intentions or not it personally felt rude and hurtful? and I think replying this way may end up best for me in explaining!

regarding my Blue Exorcist scans:

first I wanna say is just... what I do with my scans and when/how I post them and share them is my choice and just sorry I wasn't asking for advice on that at all! I know this had to come about because of my venting post on my RinShi twitter about my sadness at seeing people disrespect my rules from my discord server and my scans being reposted/posted regardless of agreeing to my rules and the main thing I requested to get access to them: which was simple! just no posting them publicly unless I have already! I think that is a reasonable request considering all the time, money and effort I have put into scanning official art from/for Blue Exorcist! I do this because I love the art and this series so much and wanted to just do something nice for myself and others! 😭 I think it's a fair request after all that time I put into trying to do the best quality scans I can, that the one thing I'd like is to be the FIRST PERSON to post those scans of mine? genuinely it's as simple as this and respecting others and I don't get why some can't respect that especially since like... I've been working on a server to finally share my scans and really trying my best to help my friend Chase ( @hootiee ) with archiving as much media and official art from Blue Exorcist as possible! I want so badly to help with keeping things preserved and to share with other fans my efforts with my scans! but it's hurtful that me allowing access sooner in my server led to my trust being broken! and I'm sorry but telling me I should "post them on such and such" websites first so they don't get reposted just??? misses the whole point and nuance of the issue to begin with! like I'm not sure what I'm expected to say? I shouldn't have to post things at another person's pace because they broke my trust and stole my scans to repost and give me zero credit for scanning them along with ignoring my one request: I just wanna post them first??? so I'm sorry but that doesn't help me at all and just makes this issue all the harder and makes me feel more hurt by things, I wanna create a decent archive and make it easy to find my scans in their full/best quality and when someone reposts and doesn't say who scanned it/where they found the scan that adds to them never getting a chance to see the image in it's best quality or more art they may have never seen? all this to say, please just... if I allow access to my scans just respect my wishes and how I go about planning to share them! I'm doing my best to post them at my own pace but stuff like this discourages me to even try! also this is an important note: one of my older sisters passed away back in June 2023 and I've been struggling a lot with that and getting stress from things like this while I'm still recovering and dealing with lifechanging grief really sucks! and that's the type of thing that has contributed to me taking so long getting scans shared and it hurts that the one place I was sharing them my trust got broken (the people that did it I don't think are in my server anymore) so yeah I'd really like this taken in mind in the future? sorry that got long but I wanted to get this all addressed and why this affected me so much! please understand I will share my scans eventually but it should be on my own time and what I can handle! and that's for me to choose and should stay that way and not be forced to change that because others decided respecting my rules wasn't something they wanted to do by the way! these are my scans rules in my RinShi server for reference:

[blazing-dynamo]

How does one format epubs? I have a lot of free time and love formatting, I'd love contributing to the effort of fixing all the doctor who epubs!

It’s complicated, but doable.

First, it depends on the style of PDF. There are some that are crisp scans of every page, scanned by the Camels, (btw the camels if you’re still around you’re a real one.) and for those, I open them in Microsoft Word, because word is like 80% good at converting it, where other PDF eaters suck.

From there, I check out some common problems:

1. Footers: just remove them all. They don’t help in ePub land

2. Headings: for consistency, I change all the Headings to Agency FB, because it’s included in windows and matches the vibe of the headings in the book

3. Chapter Breaks: I turn on the “View Whitespace” mode, and delete everywhere that says section break, and then make sure there’s a page break at the end of every chapter, after the title page, foreword, etc. I also add “Chapter X” on the line before the title of the chapter. The EDAs are not consistent in how they handle chapter titles and I crave consistency so I add it.

4. Table of Contents. Word is Too Powerful™️ and recognizes the table of contents and imports it as a smart, clickable ToC, which, again, we don’t need. You can’t really edit it or anything so I just delete it, and type up a new one, leaving off the page numbers because we won’t need them in epic land.

5. Formatting. This is the bulk of the issue. I use word WildCards, which are similar to RegEx, to find all cases of a lowercase letter or comma followed by a paragraph mark, and replace it with the same character followed by a space. Then I also look for instances of a paragraph mark followed by a lower case letter, and replace it with space plus the letter. Then I replace all Tab characters with a space. Then I look for paragraph marks followed by a space and replace them with just a paragraph mark. This gets like 94% of the bad formatting that the Calibre/kindle/etc auto ePub conversion makes reading insufferable. I try to catch as many of the rest while doing the remaining steps.

6. Formatting cont’d: then, I change the Normal style to be 12pt Garamond. This isn’t important because this is ultimately up to the reader’s chosen font in their eReader, and I don’t embed Garamond, but putting it in Garamond makes it easier for me to notice when something is wrong because I’m used to seeing Garamond while making these.

Then, I use Find/Replace to add a highlight to everything that has the same indent as the Normal style, so I can then see everything weird because it won’t be highlighted. I then scrub through the book and set the problem paragraphs to the Normal style, which then Corrects the indents. I make sure when I do this to watch for italics and make sure that the style didn’t revert them to normal. This happens on short paragraphs with one or two words, and one of which is italicized, as well as paragraphs where the entire thing is italicized.

I also in this step scrub through to find mid-chapter breaks, the favorite storytelling device of the EDAs, and make them uniform. Word will make it into various levels of after-paragraph spacing, but I set the paragraph to normal, and then just leave two empty paragraphs between the sections. This tends to import the best across devices and fonts.

Finally, I make sure that after each chapter and chapter break, the first paragraph isn’t indented, to match the style of the print EDAs.

7. Still formatting, but different. I then do a scrub through and make sure I didn’t screw anything up or forget something. The problem with RegEx is that it will do exactly what you tell it to, even if that’s not what you wanted to happen. So oftentimes my table of contents or copyright page is borked, and I have to go fix it. Once I have it in a decent shape, I

8. Import into Calibre. Just drag and drop the DocX into Calibre and it’ll get added as a book. I then use the metadata editor to download the metadata from the web, so it’ll have good info on it. None of the online sources regocnize this as a series, though, so I add it myself.

9. Convert to ePub: in the Calibre library list I right click the book and convert it to ePub, default settings. DocX->ePub conversion is really simple because they are both just HTML pages under the hood, so it imports perfectly.

10. (Bonus steps) once an ePub, I press T to edit the book, and import Agency FB and Agency FB Bold, and then press the Table of Contents button, to select where the in-reader chapter list points to. And then I use just hyperlinks to make the in-book ToC clickable to take it to the same place.

The uglier, hand-typed PDFs are basically the same, but then I also have to do a bunch of spell check to catch all the typos. And then those don’t have italics at all, so depending on the book, and if I have a copy of it physically, I scan the physical book with my eyeballs to catch italics and add them back to the DocX. It’s not perfect, but it’s better than the baffling choice to just remove them completely.

I know from importing the PDFs a long time ago there’s another person who scanned/typed the books, but I haven’t seen the state of them to know if they’ll need extra TLC.

It’s kind of a whole lot! But also if I get a The Camels PDF I can knock it out in about an hour.

If you wanted to take a crack at it, by all means! Though I really need a proofer, so if you wanted to just start reading and use the form links I have in the folders to report the issues you find, that would be wonderful. Bonus points, you get to read the EDAs lol.

[whumpsmith-participates]

Medwhump May 2024

Day 9 - Trapped beneath the rubble

TW: Natural disaster (earthquake), crush injury, tobacco

@medwhumpmay

It was a day like any other day, or at least, it was supposed to be. Erick's car refused to start this morning, and he insisted on fixing it himself, asking Fetch to borrow his van to pick up the part he needed to replace, but Fetch needed his van himself for his own errands, so they headed into town together, like old times.

On their way back, he tested Erick on his repair plans, making sure he knew what he was doing. He didn't pay too much attention to traffic. Since it was barely moving. One lane was closed, the traffic lights weren't working due to the same construction that kept the lane closed, and a large semi truck was struggling to make a turn. Fetch didn't mind too much though. It seemed they wouldn't be moving at all until the truck had cleared and they happened to be standing still right underneath the I-5, providing them with adequate shade.

And then it all went to shit.

"Did you really need the iridium spark plugs? Copper would've been fine," he said.

"Yeah,but iridium has more oomph! And I can finally afford them, so...maybe my car dying on me this morning was an omen," Erick said, "she wants the fancy stuff."

"You sound like a nutcase," Fetch said.

"Not as nuts as that semi. What is he doing?" Erick said.

"It's not his fault this city sucks ass at planning," Fetch said, pulling to a stop in the shade of the overpass.

"Tell me about it," Erick said, pulling the plugs from the shopping bag and beginning to read the text on the package. Fetch pulled out his cigarettes, lighting one since he didn't need his hands for anything else right now.

As he waited for the flame to ignite the first of the tobacco, he noticed a couple of birds suddenly rushing out of a tree, but rather than just taking off, they began circling it. He lowered his lighter, a breeze through the window extinguising the flame. The smooth jazz that had been playing on the radio was interrupted by static, and some dust suddenly clattered on the roof of the van.

"What was that?" Erick asked, sounding more confused than alarmed.

Fetch didn't get the chance to answer him. It sounded like a thunderclap, and next the ground started shaking. The cars before them, as well as their own van danced to the rhythm of the earth. It could've been mesmerising— Funny even, if it weren't for the dust coming from the overpass increasing in size with every tap on the roof.

"We can't stay here!" Fetch said, before throwing his door open.

Erick nodded and followed his lead. The shaking somehow seemed much worse as they got out of the van, and Erick had to hang on to the door to keep standing. There was another sound like thunder, and the dust that came down from the overpass was thicker than smoke. They couldn't see that it was more than dust, but the continuing thunder told them all they needed to know.

By the time the dust cleared, Fetch's ears were ringing from the sound of metal crashing into concrete, car horns and alarms going off continuously. He'd tripped in his rush to get away, had the wind knocked out of him, and when he breathed in, he choked in a mouthful of dust.

He coughed, brushing the rubble from his hair and wiping more dust from his eyes, before he was finally able to take in the carnage whilst trying to process what happened. The overpass was no more, nor were the cars underneath, and the cars on top seemed decently wrangled too.

It looked like he was one of the few that had the sense to flee from the imminent collapse. The ground was still shaking a little bit, causing the debris to shift a last time before it finally stopped. Fetch carefully got to his feet, checking himself for injuries before looking around, scanning the rubble and stirring bodies for anything recognisable. Anything.

"Fuck," he hissed, "Erick!"

He listened for a reply, but there was still too much noise surrounding him. Other people were also calling each other's names, so he was on his own for now, and he could only half rely on his eyes. It was hard to distinguish people when they were all covered in the same grey dust, so he had to look for something else familiar.

He looked at the lane his van had been in, and spotted the wrangled grill half-covered by a slab of concrete. Then he recognised a wheel, and he realised his van had been buried in the rubble. If Erick didn't make it out...

"Fuck..."

He moved over to the crushed remains of his van, stepping to the left and beginning to pull at smaller pieces of rubble. Dust, pebbles, rocks the size of his fist and debris the size of a small child. He ignored the soreness in his lower back and kept going until his hand suddenly grasped something soft and warm.

"Erick!" Fetch hissed, quickly clearing some more rubble and dust.

The arm was covering a head of familiar blonde hair, but it was unmoving and there was no grip in his hand. Fetch cursed under his breath as he continued to push more rubble out of the way, digging around the teen to clear his face.

"Hey! C'mon kid...wake up!"

He shook the boy, and thankfully he gasped, and then started coughing. Fetch tilted his head so he wouldn't choke on anything, while using his free hand to clear more rubble.

"I got you, I got you...are you okay?" Fetch asked.

"Cough! I-I can't breathe..."

"You're fine," Fetch said, "try and sit up, that'll make breathing easier."

Erick nodded, coughing again, before carefully trying to sit up. Fetch helped him, seeing if he could pull him out from under the rest of the rubble, but once Erick got close to sitting, he suddenly cried out in pain.

"AH! Stop! Stop! Stop please!"

"Stop yelling!" Fetch said, letting him lay back down, "tell me where it hurts."

"Hgn....m-my leg, I-I think."

"You think?!"

Erick winced, but Fetch ignored him and tried to clear more rubble. Though, the more he pushed aside, the bigger the debris got. He managed to free one of his legs, but his right leg disappeared underneath the van, that was so weighed down by concrete builders that the tires were completely bent out of place, pressing the undercarriage onto the asphalt, and onto Erick's left leg.

"F-Fetch..."

Fetch knew the pathetic waver in his voice all too well, but for once he didn't feel too happy hearing it. He pushed the teen to keep lying down, shrugging off his jacket and folding it up so it could act as a pillow.

"Just stay down, I'll get you out of here," he said.

Erick nodded, sobbing a bit from the pain as he tried to get comfortable. Fetch pulled out his phone, but when he dialled the alarm number, he couldn't get through, which wasn't too surprising. He checked Erick's pockets, but his phone was cracked and didn't even turn on.

"Fuck...okay, listen, listen. Emergency services are probably on their way, but I have to go flag them down," Fetch said, "I'll make sure they know you're a priority, but you have to wait here for a bit."

"A-alone?"

"You want me to call a fucking sitter?" Fetch said, "I will be right back, okay? Just keep breathing, and if the pain gets worse give me a shout, okay?"

"Y-yes sir..." Erick said.

"Atta boy," Fetch said, before getting up and heading down the street.

A lot of people seemed shaken up, and one tree got uprooted, but other than that the worst damage on that block seemed to be the collapsed overpass. Across the street, there was smoke coming from a building. Good. If that didn't attract the fire department, he didn't know what could. Still, he couldn't be too sure, so he focused on the semi truck that had been stuck in a turn on the intersection. It was still stuck, but now because the traffic light had fallen off of its support and impaled the roof of the trailer. The driver was standing beside the vehicle, assessing the damage, so Fetch approached him.

"Hey! Excuse me! You got a radio in that thing?" he asked.

"Yeah," the driver said, "I already called in about the overpass and the fire."

"I need you to call in something else," Fetch said, "listen, I'm a doctor, and I got a young man with a trapped leg and who knows what kind of condition other people are in? Unless things are worse anywhere else in their jurisdiction, I need the fire department to prioritise this collapse!"

"I can let them know there's a medical emergency, but I can't make any promises," the driver said, heading back towards the cab of his truck.

"Thanks," Fetch said, turning to head back to Erick, but not before looking around a bit more.

There wasn't much he could do for the teen right now, and everywhere he looked there were people with various injuries. This wasn't the time to be selfish, but at the same time he could barter for things he would need. An extra blanket in exchange for ruling out a concussion for a very shaken woman, a bottle of water for bandaging up a kid's arm and telling the parents it'd be easier if they took him to hospital themselves, and simple gratitude for any other thing he could do while on his way back.

By the time he made it back to Erick, he could hear the sirens approach in the distance. He unfolded the blanket and draped it over the teen, protecting him from the sun, mostly. Then he used the water to wash some dust from his face, before helping him take a couple of sips.

"Do you hear that?" he said, "they're already coming. I'll make sure they get you out of here before you lose your leg."

"...what if there's police?" Erick asked quietly.

"They won't give a shit about who we are," Fetch assured him, "how's your leg feeling? Does it still hurt?"

"I...I don't know," Erick said, "i-it hurts, but I'm not sure if it's real...I can't feel my foot, but from the knee up..."

"Drink some more water," Fetch said, holding the bottle against his lips in an attempt to distract him.

After Erick took another sip, Fetch got back up, spotting the fire truck at the end of the street.

"About time," he grumbled, "hold on just a bit longer, I'm gonna see if they'll let me have some supplies or at least send someone over to treat you."

He was about to walk off, but then changed his mind, turning back to Erick.

"Listen," he said, "if anyone asks, we don't know each other. I'm gonna try and get you admitted with unknown identity, so don't fucking mess this up, okay?"

"Y-yes, sir," Erick said, "but...p-please hurry back...I don't feel so good."

"You'll be fine," Fetch insisted, before taking off again.

He introduced himself to the firefighters as a doctor, and they didn't have the time to check his credibility. They followed him back to the site, confirming the emergency before calling in more help to get the teen out. They didn't have the equipment to remove the heavy rubble from the van, but they did have an idea to try and lift the van just enough to pull the teen out.

First they broke the asphalt, covering the teen in their protective jackets. Then they dug the broken asphalt away at two points beneath the van, before cramming some sort of inflatable device in the crevice. EMT's were called in to stand by, putting a stretcher ready. Fetch knew what risk they were afraid of. Even if they worked fast enough to free the boy's leg, there was still the chance that a build-up of toxins would flush his system the moment they lifted the van...if they could even lift it far enough.

"Should we give him something for the pain?"

"Already did, but we don't have time to wait for it to kick in."

"Just go for it," Fetch said, "he'll thank us later."

"W-wait..." Erick said weakly, but they had no choice but to ignore him. The devices were inflated, the van creaking in protest as it very slowly lifted off the ground. Erick cried out in pain, but they couldn't pull it out yet. Fetch squeezed his hand, one of the EMT's grabbed the teen's head to keep it stable, while the others kept him down.

Another heart-wrenching cry, drowning out the creaking from the van, and nearly drowning out one of the fire-fighters as he told the others to pull. Fetch grabbed the boy's arm with his other hand and pulled alongside with the others, swiftly sliding the boy onto the stretcher as they freed him from the van.

They descended upon him with oxygen, fluids, gauze and bandages, as well as strapping him to the stretcher, before letting the firefighters lift him up to begin carrying him across the rubble towards the ambulance. Fetch followed. He wasn't sure why, there was nothing he could do for him from this point on— Well, there was one thing, but he couldn't do that until he was sure his phone had service.

"Sir, do you know this kid?"

Fetch snapped out of his thoughts as one of the EMT's addressed him. He looked over at the man, hesitating briefly, but it was probably better to stick to the plan. So Fetch shook his head.

"I don't know him," he said, "I'm a doctor, so I was just helping out."

"So you don't know his name or anything? Did you find any ID on him?"

"No," Fetch just said, "better take him to hospital."

"Do you require medical assistance, sir?"

"No, I'm fine," Fetch said, "if that changes I know my way to hospital. Good luck today."

And just like that, they took off, taking Erick with them. Fetch sighed, only now realising that his hands were shaking. He searched his pockets for a cigarette, but his package wasn't there. Great. He looked back at the people still needing help. Maybe he could barter a smoke off of someone while waiting for phone services to come back on so he could call Tito to get Erick out of hospital before they would try to look too much into his identity...

Oop this one feels very long haha. I wanted to schedule this like 30 mins ago, but only just finished. Enjoy!

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[sopherfly]

WIP Wednesday | 01-03-24 | temple mistress & sopherfly

Today’s WIP Wednesday is for a different pairing than usual, and @temple-mistress and I are very excited to share it!

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Knights Out: the hallowed—if somewhat underground—annual bash for all the Padawans who have ascended to Knighthood in the past year. (Not openly endorsed by the Council or any self-respecting and proper Jedi Knight.) It’s not uncommon to find Council Members and other revered Masters dancing on tables, participating in drinking contests, or sucking someone off in a corner at Knights Out. Organized by a semi-secret host each year, no one is actually ever invited to the party, but somehow word of the date, time, and venue always seems to fall on the right ears.

Ol’ Quinny’s missed you, baby. It’s good to be back.

Strolling through the venue, Quin takes in the raucous, hedonistic atmosphere with a huge grin.  Another year, another class of new Jedi Knights celebrating their promotion in every single degenerate way possible.

Quin wouldn’t have it any other way.

He’d missed last year, in deep cover for a weapons smuggling operation on Lothal, and by the looks of it, Knights Out is bigger and better than ever. Quin figures he’ll never tire of this scene, of watching all the outwardly prudish and repressed Masters and Knights of the Jedi Order let loose like it’s the last time they’ll ever get to drink and fuck. He likes to think it’s healthy, for the good of the Order and the Republic and all that, to work out that sexual aggression at least once a year. More fun than a trip to a mind healer, too.

Unless it’s that Chiss mind healer in the boots on Devaron…

He spots Fisto in a booth, boots propped up and spread out on the table while a familiar set of blue lekku pop up rhythmically into view. That’s my girl, Quin thinks proudly, giving the Nautolan a jaunty salute. Fisto smiles widely—all teeth—and Aayla pulls off long enough to blow Quin a saucy kiss. He isn’t jealous—he never is, sex is meant to be shared and Quin is generous—but it does quicken his step. 

He’s already had a couple of decent hookups tonight, but he’s saved the one he knows will be the best for last, and his cock jumps just a little in anticipation: Mace fucking Windu, the bald, grumpy-ass, Master of Vaapad, Seer of Shatterpoints, Deputy Grandmaster of the Jedi Order.  

Titles don’t do much for Quin, and none of them impress him nearly as much as the man’s thick, delicious cock, incredible stamina, and a nearly imperceptible refractory period. He also has to admit it doesn’t hurt his ego much that he gets to be the one to see Mace Windu sweat and beg and shout out Quin's name when he comes.

Quin scans the bar area, smirking when he sees that dumbass Skywalker pulling Kenobi into the back room behind the bar. He’s almost tempted to follow them, see if they’ll let him watch this time. Quin laughs at the thought, knowing better than to even hint at a joint maneuver—between Skyboy’s scowl and Sithy-Wan’s glare, it’d totally kill the vibe.

It was a good run with Kenobi for a couple of years, a casual fuck here, a hand job there—nothing serious, which was what made it perfect. Now that he’s got Skywalker, Kenobi is all heart-eyes and moonbeams, and, Quin shudders, monogamy. No, Quinlan Vos wants to fuck and be fucked and enjoy all the benefits of shared pleasure without limit. 

Not one to look too closely at a good thing, Quin nevertheless knows this arrangement with Windu is…different. It’s more than just fuck buddies, and not just because Windu would frown deeper than Kenobi does whenever Quin casually suggests a threesome at being called anyone’s buddy. Quin doesn’t know quite how it’s different, it just is, and he likes it. He likes knowing that Mace will stand up to him, tell him off, shut him down if he deserves it. Few are brave enough to try. Even fewer succeed, which makes Windu all the more attractive.

And a godsdamn good fuck.

[hotwaterandmilk]

Big IRL Stuff, feel free to skip

I live with an autoimmune disease and despite being on some pretty decent drugs, I still get sick a lot. I had a pretty rough discussion at work with my boss last week and while I love my job (and have been in the role for years) I do feel like I will need to find somewhere else that is better able to accommodate my disability.

Which is... really hard to deal with. I need money for my medications, rent, food, power/water, etc. so I can't drop everything and take a break like I'd love to do (I've never had a holiday as an adult). But I also can't keep going on like this, I've been given additional responsibilities that I'm just not capable of fulfilling due to my health and just generally, I need less stress in my life.

However, trying to find somewhere that is in my field and also accommodating to someone with my kind of disability needs is difficult to say the least. So many places list "remote working options" when they really mean you can WFH once a month or something and... I'm a hard worker, but that's just not enough with my illnesss.

So yeah, I just wanted to get this off my chest. I've had an intense couple of weeks and obviously if I'm between jobs at any point or having to change to a different type of role I'll likely have to cut down on any frivolous spending (aka: the type of spending I do on the crap I post here).

I just wish there was a way for me to make enough money to stay afloat without having to work myself to the point of hospitalisation every couple of months.

When you don't have a partner or family to fall back on in tough times, when it's 100% just you and then even YOU start being unreliable... what do you do? There's just no easy way to keep a roof over your head in the current world without working yourself into an early grave.

(Also I got misdiagnosed in the hospital over the weekend when someone misread my CT scan, so that's been a whole other thing.)

I just want a quiet life with my basic needs met & my health stable and even that seems like a pipe dream. I'm sure I'm not the only one in a similar situation and I've been fortunate to have been able to keep going until now, but it just SUCKS that this is where I and so many other people are at what should be the prime of our lives.

If you've read this far you're a saint, thank you.